The old man's hut was built on the side of a hill. In the distance, Lara could see a bustling city. Clutching the pearl in her hand, she began walking down the hill along a winding, dusty road. She still wore the clothes she had when she left England: a strong and tight blue tank top, a pair of sturdy boots, beige shorts, but the rest of her equipment was gone. Had the old man kept it? No, probably not... He wouldn't steal a pair of guns and a backpack only to hand her the pearl as she walked out the door.
The pearl... it was a curious stone. She didn't look at it, but she felt it against her left palm. Her fist squeezed it tightly. She didn't want to let go of it. She...
A bolt of pain shot through Lara's body. She stumbled and gasped for air; suffocating, she fell to her knees, the feeling of oppression so imperious, so deadly, that without thinking, she clutched at her chest, clutched, and pulled, and ripped off her top. Suddenly, she could breathe again, but another need arose, a need more pressing even than the need to breathe: Lara jerked her body forward and landed on her forearms; her massive breasts slapped soundly against the ground, and she cried out words that she didn't understand. What was she doing? Why? She didn't-- There, she cried those words again. And again. Why? What was she saying? She wanted to stand up – or rather, something in her wanted to stand up, and another thing in her wanted to remain in that humiliating position, wanted someone to come along, to find her with her breasts exposed and her ass pointed to the sky and to hear those words she was crying. What were they? Why was she--
Two men were walking up the trail. When Lara saw them, she wanted to ask for help, but the words that escaped her lips were those incomprehensible words she was ceaselessly repeating. The men rose their heads, saw her up the hill and stared in obvious shock. Lara cried – what? what were those words?! - and they came running. It was only then that Lara realized she couldn't move her arms nor her legs. The men talked to her, in that same language she was speaking, but they did not realize that though she said the words, she didn't understand them. They grew agitated as Lara felt panic wash over her, panic that turned to terror when she felt their hands pull down her shorts, and terror that turned to a blinding pain when a hard penis was unceremoniously forced into her ass. They were raping her! She was being raped in broad daylight, in the middle of the road! The first man to pump her ass didn't last long, and as he unloaded his sperm in her, Lara cried out the same words once more. The second man took her in the same way, spreading her ass cheeks as much as he could with his hands to help his tool reach as deep inside Lara as possible. He pumped her hard and long, so much so that by the time he was finished, Lara felt only a burning humiliation and an impotent anger at her treatment. But she was still crying those strange words, and the first man took her sore ass again, and the second man did too. As the helpless, desperate Lara kept repeating her strange plea, they reached under her and, masturbating with one hand, they squeezed and pulled on her gigantic breasts until they were hard again, and they sodomized her a third time. The sun, the pain, the humiliation, all of this was too much for Lara, and as the second man gave his final thrust into her ass, the world turned black and she fainted – again!
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