*Lara Croft and the Taung Child is a Chris Jackson fanfiction. He does not own the Tomb Raider franchise or any of it’s characters. This story is a non-monetized story.*
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Lara asked her girlfriend and travel companion, “Sam, is this really worth it?”
“You tell me.” The other girl laughed. It felt quite odd to both, Sam the American and Lara the Brit, to be wearing nothing but animal skins and beads. “Is relocating the Taung Child really worth all of this?”
“Of course it is, Sam,” Lara responded. Her voice took a wistful tone despite the weighty earthenware jug on her shoulder. “It’s one of the finest examples of Australopithecus forms in known existence. It’s critical to our understanding of early human evolution. If we can discern who took it, why, and get it back, this adventure will be more than worth it.”
“Well, I’m glad you’re excited about it, babe.” Sam readjusted the wicker basket on her head, and then barely had time to stop her dress from falling. The South African tribe they were staying with wore minimal clothing, and elastic was not a luxury readily available.
“Be glad we have as much as we do.” Lara reminded her other half, “By their standards this is incredibly conservative.” Her own dress barely covered her curvy ass.
Sam narrowed her dark brown eyes. “You should be glad I’m here at all. I could be in New York or London right now enjoying AC. But no, I’m here in the middle of the fucking bush with you,” she drawled. “Speaking of bush…”
“No Sam! Don’t you dare!” It was too late. Sam had rolled the bottom of Lara’s hide dress up with her hand not keeping the basket up. She exposed Lara’s pussy with an uncharacteristic dark bush to the hot African sun. They didn’t have shaving products in abundance here. “You dirty girl!” Lara laughed.
Some of the villagers around them laughed at their antics. The Shaknah Tribe was no stranger to nudity and bare skin, but they knew their esteemed guests were. It wasn’t Sam and Lara’s exposure the villagers found funny, but the way they reacted to each other’s pranks regarding something so commonplace to them was hysterical.
Lara’s sun kissed cheeks flushed a bright rose as she and Sam continued the walk to their beehive-shaped wooden hut. Her ass cheeks made a wonderful display for the village. Sam gave a firm slap to Lara’s ass, making her yelp. Those watching around them laughed.
Little did Sam know, she had just brought the art of playful spanking to the Shaknah people. The cheekier members of the village would be subjecting the girls to playful spankings frequently after that.
“Lara, we need to go to the market today.”
The doctor of Archaeology and Comparative Mythology dropped her shoulders. “Sam… come on. Surely, we can forage.” Lara knew exactly what going to the market meant. The Shaknah were a bartering tribe that didn’t recognize a form of currency. One could trade equally valued goods and services for whatever you may need.
Lara and Sam had already spent a considerable amount of time here already, meaning they bartered away all non-necessities and items they could part with. Which meant they were down to just services.
“Lara… you know I bartered last time.”
Lady Croft bit her plump lip. She also knew exactly what that meant. She would have to barter her own body for what she and Sam needed for the week. “Fine.” The once proper and even cocky adventurer kept her jaw clenched the entire way to the village center.
The shaman’s hut and the Elder’s House dominated the village center. Multiple shop stalls and craftsmen filled out the rest of the spaces. This was not only the economic center of the village, but also the social sector. The Shaknah didn’t have coffee shops or bars, so everyone mingled and traded gossip at the shop square.
Why Sam had chosen the highest point of the square’s day to do this was beyond Lara. “Shouldn’t we do this early in the morning or later in the evening?” she asked skittishly.
Sam laughed at her. “Getting you up early is impossible. The good picks are all gone by sunset, anyway. This is just the best time. Everyone’s out and all the shopkeepers and crafters are wheeling out good deals.”
“Yes Sam, but this also means the most people will see us, erm, barter,” Lara pointed out. She rubbed at her arms anxiously, but it made her look like she was cold.
“Oh please, babe. Don’t act like we’re the only ones whoring it up for good shit,” Sam teased as she meticulously inspected the produce. She also knew that whatever she picked for them was on Lara’s tab this time.
The shorter haired American brought her produce selection to the woman running the stand. She looked at the women, no doubt inquiring about what they wanted to barter for their food. Sam pointed to Lara, who was awkwardly fidgeting with her dress.
The older woman running the stand flicked her taupe-colored eyes over Lara’s fit body showcased in her tight hide dress. She nodded, and her husband grinned lecherously. The wife had no interest in Lara, but her business partner and husband did.
Lara knew her role from watching Sam last week. Sam was far bolder and more outgoing. She even got into it last week, maybe giving more than she needed to secure their supplies. Not Lara. Lara wasn’t prepared to go above and beyond. So, she stood there. The great Tomb Raider stood like a statue as a man twice her age pulled the top half of her dress down and groped her large, sophisticated tits.
The farmer’s hands were massive, rough and weathered from decades of hard work and toil. Lara gasped as his big mitts engulfed her soft mammaries. Leathery palms rubbed against rubbery nipples. Long and strong digits dimpled soft, pliable flesh. It wasn’t a gasp, but a moan that was the next sound out of Lara.
Sam went on her merry way, buying up whatever she and Lara would need. As she settled, she’d just point to Lara. Before the British bombshell could figure out just what was happening, another villager had her tanned leather dress down around her ankles and was palming her round ass.
“Sam?” Lara called. She was looking for an explanation, but she just got four hands feeling up her body. “Sam!” she tried again, but received fingers in her mouth, muffling her.
Soon, there were fingers rubbing at the patch of hairs just above Lara’s pussy to match the one in her mouth. Her eyes widened in surprise. Sam had concluded business at three shops, which meant three people had their hands on Lara.
Sam was spending Lara’s body like it was a fat Christmas bonus back home. It wasn’t considerate or responsible, but it was fun. After buying a good sized but lighter earthenware drug to replace the one Lara hated, she felt satisfied. There were now four men, all considerably larger than Lara swarming around her.
The village traders groped and prodded the foreigner like they owned her. They jockeyed for her breasts, her ass cheeks and her pussy. Shaknah wasn’t the easiest language to master, so Lara couldn’t even understand every word the men were saying.
Something Sam knew damn well was that while she wasn’t a stranger to the male reproductive bits… Lara was. Sam was a lot more experimental and willing to try new things. Well, new things were about to try Lara.
Due to the minimal clothing styles of the Shaknah, it wasn’t a difficult thing for Lara to have four large and hard cocks slapping against her body.
“S-Sam!” Lara’s voice carried her heightened sense of anxiety. The flesh touching her forearms and thighs were as foreign to her as she was to these people. Seeing them daily for a month wasn’t nearly enough training to prepare her for phallic contact.
“It’s fine, Lara.” Sam waved off her panic with ease. “They’re not any scarier than our toys.”
Heat rushed to Lara’s cheeks at Sam’s public admittance of their sex toy usage. The Shaknah spoke English as well, if not worse, than Sam and Lara spoke their tongue of Bantu.
“Ah! Oh God!” Lara moaned and leaned her head back on a villager’s shoulder. The older farmer had pushed a dry, calloused finger deep into the 26-year-old adventurer.
Sam smiled salaciously and sipped from a clay cup full of isizulu, a locally brewed sorghum beer. Lara might have felt a little overwhelmed and certainly embarrassed, but her girlfriend was deeply enjoying the show.
“Oh boy, here we go!” Sam said excitedly. The tribesmen pushed Lara down to her knees. The only thing protecting them from the dirt beneath was her suede dress.
The young aristocrat opened her mouth to protest, but a cock filled it before words could leave. Instead of helping, Sam giggled from a safe distance.
Lara’s eyes bugged as the first cock she’d ever had pushed straight back to her throat. Her tongue lolled out under the heavy appendage comically. Soft hazel eyes rolled back as dark meat slid over her tongue.
“Oh my God,” Sam whispered, her own eyes alighting with joy. “She’s starting to like it!” Lara hadn’t really sworn off cock or anything, she’d just never had it. Sam was Lara’s only intimate experience.
As if summoned by Sam’s excitement, Lara started to moan as another barter collector wrapped her small hand around his colossal cock. The one inside her mouth showed no signs of slowing down, either. She was a drooling mess as the older man continued to use her mouth. Lara and her mouth may as well have been separate entities.
The three other men beat their cocks at her, letting the debauched beauty know what awaited her. Sam couldn’t tell if the look in Lara’s eyes was accepting the challenge or a look of forlorn despair.
The American filmmaker had her answer when Lara pulled herself from the cock directly in front of her and then scarfed down the one next to it. She bobbed her head like she had seen women in porn do. She didn’t often watch it by herself, but she and Sam loved to watch a good naughty video together and get the other off.
Sam smiled elatedly, watching her stunning and proud girlfriend on her knees. Lara skillfully switched between massive Black cocks, her hands and mouth constantly working them. She tackled the task like it was just another of her obstacle courses to conquer. Did she just think she had to get it over with, or was she throwing herself into it with full spirit like she did most things?
Lara’s face was a wet and slobbery mess when the men pulled her back up to her feet. Sam was a little surprised that none of them chose to cum in her mouth or on her face.
Instead, two of the four men held her up while a third kissed her soundly. The large villager plundered Lara’s mouth with his tongue, and then sucked on hers aggressively, making the more inexperienced Brit moan.
The fourth man plunged his fingers back into Lara’s pussy and started to savagely fuck her pussy. The four men held Lara up; her dainty feet were even off the ground as the lucky tribesmen used her. If there had been any fight, the men pleasuring her sucked it right out.
The brunette archeologist tossed her head back, mouth open and a guttural cry falling from her full parted lips. She was coming loud and hard, her muscular body tense and shaking.
Sam knew just how to drive Lara wild. Knowing her girlfriend’s entire body was hypersensitive, the Japanese American sprang into action. She put her beer down and rushed in, going straight for Lara’s jutting nipples and squeezed them.
“S-Sam?” Lara’s wild eyes locked onto her partner in instant recognition. No one knew how to torture her like Sam.
“Surprise,” Sam whispered. Her husky voice only said the one word, and then her lips wrapped around a nipple. Nimble, skilled fingers pinched and rolled the other rosy, brown nipple. Lara’s girlfriend stole the breath right from her.
Something started to happen that Sam had not anticipated but didn’t altogether fight. The same men that were helping themselves to Lara knew that she and Sam were a couple. They took Sam’s participation to mean that she was fair game.
Sam’s dress didn’t last any longer than Lara’s had. She stripped immediately, the dress tossed aside somewhere as the men split off. Two men went for Lara, two for Sam. And the entire marketplace? They watched. Every one of them watched.
The two entrepreneurs on Lara lifted her up off her feet and laid her on her back, bush pointing up to the clouds gathering above. She looked to her left and saw that she was put into the back of a wagon used for toting goods to and from market. Lara had no interest in panicking, not fearing much from the men who just wanted to enjoy her body.
Her faith paid off when one of the men dropped his face on her hairy pussy and started to suck on her dewy lips, making her smack her head off the wagon bed and moan.
The second man climbed in and straddled her ribs. Lara didn’t have to wonder why long, because he had pressed her big, pillowy tits together around his big cock. One man was eating her out like it would stop the drought while the other man fucked her boobs to collect the debt she did owe.
Sam wasn’t in a bad world, either. A man considerably larger than her was stuffing his cock in her mouth. It comically pushed out her cheeks and gave her a throat bulge she was all too happy to feel with her hand. She felt like she was stroking his cock through her throat.
A man was also under Sam. He was laying partially in the dirt, partially on Lara’s dress. He buried his face in a wet muff. Sam’s clit brushed his nose every time he nodded his giant, hairless head.
Lara and Sam were both certainly aware that after they came, the men would be after their own finishes. The two women were under no false pretenses; they would not be walking away from this unfucked.
The artifact sleuth’s face contorted, eyes bugging and jaw dropped open by a fleshy log as her thighs clamped around the head between her creamy legs. She cried out in muffled bliss as she came a second time. Lara had never personally witnessed a cock big enough to slide between her breasts yet reach her swollen lips.
Sam was smoking the cock jammed in her throat like she was born for it. She also wasn’t afraid to ride the face she was sitting on. The man below her was a big, big man and Sam knew he could take a bit of weight. His tongue buried deep in her crevice, thrusting and rolling, told her she was justified in those thoughts. She was coming at about the same time as Lara, which just felt right.
Lara was alerted to something being afoot when the beast of a man climbed off her. He slid out of her needy mouth and gave her breast a farewell squeeze before getting out of the wagon.
“W-what’s going on now?” Her voice was a little raspy from being used, but it was cock hardening all the same.
Lara’s question was answered partially when she was flipped over like she was nothing more than a rag doll. Now on her hands and knees, she felt the wagon shift again and then relax. The man who had been behind her was getting in front of her. Oh lord.
Sam watched on with hazy glee as two hung men prepared to rail her girlfriend together. Lara had never experienced being with a man before, and this was some figurative experience she was gaining.
The man on his knees in front of her pushed his cock into her open mouth, not caring to find out what she had opened it for. Was it to beg? Did she open her mouth hoping to suck him off? If it was the latter, her wish was granted.
Meanwhile, Sam watched on, the men she was entertaining weren’t quite as rushed as Lara’s friends. They were still quite content to suckle her perky tits and lap her wet, hairy pussy. For Sam’s part, she was gleefully watching a large man with an equally impressive cock to slam into her Lara.
Lara wasn’t a stranger to cock-like objects in her pussy, or even her ass. When it came to Sam, Dr. Croft was putty in her hands. A willing plaything. When Lara and Sam were intimate, she could be safe and relaxed. She could afford to let Sam drive, and that sometimes-entailed various pseudo-cocks going in any number of holes.
The dirt sleuth in question moaned decadently around the cock in her mouth as another wedged its way into her tight pussy. This cock was unlike any she had ever had in her cunt before. All of Sam’s were hard and rigid, or rubbery and bendy. Now this cock, much like the one in her mouth, was hard as steel but also fleshy and hot.
The look in Sam’s face perfectly portrayed what she was feeling inside; she was a lover watching her partner receive a Christmas gift she didn’t know she needed. Sam wasn’t jealous or mad, hurt or scorned. She loved watching Lara lose herself on the cocks of two perfect strangers.
Lara’s eyes were closed in pure ecstasy. Her cute little pussy was sinfully stretched on a thick, throbbing member. She wasn’t sure if it was her imagination or if the veins were so pronounced that she could feel them carving out the hot channel it was in.
The man inside of her mouth said something she didn’t understand. There was a response from the villager behind her, and then they turned her world inside out. They began fucking Lara in earnest know, the soft trial good and over with.
Lara lurched forward by a cock bottoming out in her pussy but was sent right back by the pronounced head of a cock slamming into the back of her fleshy throat. The two bulls slamming into her were merciless but had synced themselves up like two opposing balls of a metronome.
When one bull slammed into one end, the other was pulling out. Thus, Lara was never left without a cock buried inside her fit, nubile body. They controlled her breathing in this way, never letting her take a full breath without the other stealing it away. Having a dick moving towards her lungs from both ends made her breathe in short, stuttering breaths, keeping her in a near-hazy state. Her oxygen was being halved by this pair working together like professionals.
With a whimper, a low moan, Lara came in long and drawn out, almost subtle orgasm. The lack of air and constant stimulation kept her coming, kept pulling it from her slowly like a never-ending, unraveling sweater string. Lara’s mahogany eyes rolled back and then closed. Her body went limp, elbows buckling.
The large men using her held her up, so she didn’t have to. Her mouth was dripping spit and precum, her nose running slightly and running off the sides of her lips. This wasn’t some kind of adorable movie set or photoshoot. Lara was being taken by wolves, and she didn’t have to do any thinking. She was a warm tool, a soft, wet sleeve for these men to fuck into. And the most surprising part of all this? Lara didn’t care. She didn’t care the village was watching her.
The man inside her mouth swelled. Some kind of cognizance came back to Lara as she felt the cock between her lips twitch and pulse. Her eyes shot wide as she felt the first spurt. Tangy, salty cum flooded her mouth and she sucked it down. As much as she could, anyway. It splashed out of him and into her faster than she could manage to slurp, given the man behind her was still fucking her hard and sending her shuttling forward and off the coming cock.
As Lara lost the swallowing race, she started to cough and gag. The load she was dealing with felt excessive, and the access ran out between the creases of her lips. Cum and frothy spit dribbled down to the reed mat under her.
For the first time, Lara’s body was bereft of cock as the man in her pussy slipped out, making her cunt flutter and grasp for nothing. With a deep groan, he came as well. His pearly white seed shot over Lara’s reddened ass. Her bottom had changed color from the prolonged slapping of thighs against cheeks.
“Go, go get her!” Sam commanded, shooing her fans away. As much as Sam enjoyed the attention, this was about breaking Lara’s shell. This was about Sam watching Lara get stimulated to the edge of madness, to take real cocks without judgement. Sam would help Lara make it back to their hut, bathe, and relax after this was all over. Much like Sam’s payment processing the week before, she expected that villagers who enjoyed the show would help get their purchases home.
The men who had emptied themselves into and on Lara’s body stepped away, letting her roll over onto her back. The village, and Sam, were treated to the view of Lara’s messy body; covered in red marks from needy fingers, grazing teeth, and slick shining with sweat. Cum ran down her chin and neck. Her large chest heaved with effort now that she could get full breaths again.
Lara coughed and sputtered a little, cummy bubbles squeezing between her lips.
Sam worried that she might be done, that the daring Lady Croft had been bested. Her worries were put to rest when Lara propped herself up on her elbows, her abs tightening. She spit out more cum and caught it on her fingers. Making Sam laugh, she rubbed it tauntingly around her clit.
“There’s two more of you, aren’t there?” Lara Croft was far from broken. Sam wasn’t sure the incorrigible English woman could be broken. Perhaps a new level of insatiability had been unlocked.
The two men still owed debts shared words neither Sam nor Lara could understand. The smile they shared, however, was universal. They were more than ready to wet their wicks in rich, educated and arrogant British twat.
They moved at the same time, but one was faster than the other. He excitedly grabbed Lara’s fleshy thighs and pulled her down the mat until he could wrap her legs around his waist. The well-hung and ecstatic bull wasted no time and pulled Lara straight onto his cock, making her let out a noiseless sob.
Lara had been used quite thoroughly already, but she had been given a short respite, and then she was instantly hurtled back into the arms of being violently filled.
Sam was left to her own devices. She was more than happy, and more than ready, to finish herself off with her fingers. A kindly stranger had brought her a wicker basket chair to mount while she watched men mount Lara.
Dr. Croft knew Sam was still on the sidelines. She knew Sam wasn’t going to leave her. Her Sam was loving, loyal and wouldn’t miss a chance to see her get railed for any price.
The man with a golden cock was muttering words Lara had no hope of understanding in that moment, but she hoped they were blessings, curses and degradations. She had her arms snaked under her knees to hold onto her own ankles, playing herself wider for him. Her bush was looking right him, her core tight and her body perspiring to make her skin glint under the hot sun. She was a sexual warrior, taking the beating from his hips as she rocked herself into him, meeting his thrusts.
Lara may have begun this payment process as a bartering chip for Sam to play with, but now, now she had found her pride and her fighting spirit.
The high-society lady threw away any remains of class and pomp and gave into the pleasures and the experiences she should have long ago. By now she would have expected an easier time living among the various peoples she visited like an anthropologist would. The threads holding her to her Western ideals and modalities were being undone one savage thrust at a time.
The wealthy beauty threw back her head, chestnut-brown hair spilling over her back as she let out a guttural cry. Another orgasm tore from her body, her pussy spamming and milking the cock inside of her.
As she came, the sky was noticeably darker and the clouds that had been threatening to swallow the mid-day African sun had succeeded. Thunder cracked, and a bolt of blue-purple lightning lance across the sky. The man inside of Lara pulled out, beat his cock a few times, and spurred his thanks over Lara’s musky pussy hair and toned midsection.
The moment the African’s seed painted her belly was the same moment fat raindrops fell from the sky.
The village erupted in cheers as the third man to give up his seed to Lara seemed like enough of an offering to bring the first rain since the two beautiful strangers had arrived. Surely, adding to the offering couldn’t hurt?
If Lara thought the bringing of rain meant her trials were over, she was sorely mistaken. She still had one man to go.
Before she could react or make some kind of plea, request, or witty remark, her used body was once again flipped over. Her supple breasts pressed against the reed mat under her and her fingers bunched the hard material as the last man pushed inside her.
A loud cry broke from Lara’s lips this time. Her pussy was feeling well-used and beaten at this point. Despite her sex throbbing, she soldered on with her heels dug into the man’s muscled ass.
Lara felt practically useless for this fourth round. She was getting tired, her body sore and downright abused. Her muscles didn’t want to follow her commands, but it didn’t matter much. The last villager owed release had her simply laid out before him, her spectacularly round and tight ass looking up at him.
He was the first one either inclined to, or bold enough to spank Lara’s ass. She gasped at it, her head picking up a little. Her eyes widened even further when she felt the strong, rough hands spread her cheeks apart, his hips thrusts never slowing. Rain pelted her rosebud, and then she felt his own spit join it.
A large, rough-padded thumb pushed past her sphincter and made her moan, her eyes crossing almost comically as he kept fucking her hard and fast.
Like the others, when his time came for him to cum, he politely pulled out. Keeping her cheeks spread, he moved his cock to shoot his load up her ass crack. The man with a full foot of height on her painted the valley of her ass. The last drizzling bits of cream landed on her slightly widened hole, only for the big thumb to push it inside her.
Finally, she was allowed to recover. Sam was by her side, cleaning her up, trying to get what cum she could before the torrents of rain could wash it all away.
“How do you feel, baby?” Sam asked softly, helping Lara to sit up in the wagon. They were both naked as nature, so they didn’t care too much about the storm.
Lara laughed. “Extremely well fucked. Perfectly sore.”
“You look wonderfully flushed, my dear.” Sam kissed Lara’s head as the rain pelted around them.
Not only did the happy villagers bring Lara and Sam’s purchases for the week to their hut, but the wagon they were still riding in was pushed as well.
The villagers saw it as a gift, not a coincidence that the storm broke as Lara received her third layer of cum. If the girls weren’t careful, they might be looked to every time there was a dry spell.
As the girls laid on top of their bed, not a stitch on, there was a knock on the door. They shared a look, and before they could respond themselves, a guest let themselves in.
“Lara Croft, Samantha Nishimura.” Their guests were none other than the village elder and the shaman. “Your offering in the square went beyond payment for the goods you received. The Gods themselves saw it as an offering and gave us rain. In exchange for this good you have done for us… we shall give you the location of the Taung Child. We entrust you with this information. Do not disappoint,” the Elder said slowly. “We will lead you to the shrine in the morning.”
Once the two much older men saw themselves out, Sam and Lara shared a look.
“They’ve known where the Child was the whole time?” Lara asked. She was clearly perturbed, rubbing her dark brows.
“I’m not entirely shocked, babe.” Sam laughed at her. “It’s why all the clues lead here and then go cold. We just had to earn their trust.”