The indigenous women's base was immersed in a heavy silence that night. The central bonfire crackled softly, casting long shadows across faces marked by rage and pain. Zara, the leader, stood in the center of the circle, surrounded by nearly all twenty women of the tribe. The air smelled of burnt herbs and nervous sweat.
— Kaelani is locked up in the bandits' old prison near the river — Zara said, her voice thick with pure hatred. — Those pigs are abusing her right now. I know exactly what they're like. I've seen what they do to our sisters. They treat us like meat, like holes to dump their rage and their cocks. The bandits and the male Indians are all the same: cruel, sadistic, and without honor. They rape us, break us, and then laugh. Today we show them that we are not easy prey.
Mara clenched her fists until her knuckles turned white.
— I hate them. I hate the way they look at us, like we're objects. Kaelani always fought for us. Now it's our turn.
Lira, the youngest, had tears in her eyes but a firm voice:
— They took her because she saved Lara. And now they're going to pay. I want to see their blood soaking the earth.
The other women murmured in agreement, the collective hatred swelling like a wave. Zara continued:
— We attack at midnight. Total silence. No unnecessary gunfire. Arrows, knives, and spears. We kill anyone in our way. Our goal is to rescue Kaelani and any other indigenous woman being held there. No one gets left behind. But… — she paused dramatically — we are not going after the foreigner. Lara Croft is not our blood. We will not risk any more lives for her.
Some women lowered their heads. Others nodded, but the discomfort was clear.
Kaelani, in the medical hut, heard everything from afar. Her body hurt like hell — swollen pussy, burning asshole, handprints and bite marks all over her skin. She sobbed quietly, thinking of Lara.
— She must be getting destroyed right now… all alone… — she murmured through her tears.
At 11:40 p.m. the group left the base like shadows. Painted black, barefoot, moving with the stealth of predators. The forest seemed alive, complicit in the plan. They walked for nearly an hour in absolute silence, nothing but the soft rustle of leaves and controlled breathing.
When they reached the prison — an old wooden-and-iron structure surrounded by watchtowers — Zara gave the signal. The attack began.
Mara and Lira climbed the trees like ghosts. Two arrows sliced through the air almost soundlessly. Two guards dropped, throats pierced. Sira and three other women approached from the side, slicing throats with razor-sharp knives. Hot blood spurted silently onto the ground.
Zara led the main group. They killed four bandits in quick succession, bodies falling without a single scream. The stealth was perfect. The hatred made every movement precise and lethal.
They burst into the prison interior. When they reached the main cell, the horror hit them like a punch to the gut.
Kaelani was tied on all fours on a filthy table, completely naked. Two bandits were brutally abusing her at the same time. One, fat and sweaty, was slamming into her pussy with savage force, his thick cock driving in and out with violent thrusts that shook her whole body. The other held her hair and rammed his cock down her throat, face-fucking her without mercy.
— That's it… swallow my cock, you indigenous whore — grunted the one in her mouth, slamming his hips against her face.
The other laughed, slapping Kaelani's ass hard.
— Look how her pussy squeezes… this slut can still take more.
Kaelani moaned weakly, her eyes almost lifeless, tears streaming down. Her body was covered in purple bruises, bite marks, dried cum, and blood. Her pussy was swollen and red, her asshole already abused earlier.
Zara exploded with fury.
— You sons of bitches!
She drove her spear with all her strength into the chest of the man fucking Kaelani's pussy. The blade pierced his heart. The bandit gurgled, eyes wide, collapsing dead on top of her.
Mara leaped like a wild animal onto the other man, slashing his throat with pure savagery. Hot blood sprayed across Kaelani's body. The rest of the women stormed the cell, slaughtering the three remaining bandits with extreme brutality — repeated stabs to the chest and groin, necks snapped, bodies kicked even after they were dead.
Years of built-up hatred exploded in every blow.
Kaelani was untied with care. Her body shook uncontrollably. Zara held her in her arms.
— Kaelani… we're here. You're safe now, sister.
Before passing out, Kaelani managed to murmur in a voice that was almost inaudible, broken with pain:
— Lara… where… is Lara…? Please… don't abandon her…
Her eyes rolled back and she fainted, limp in her companions' arms.
They carried Kaelani back to the base in total silence. The rescue had succeeded, but the weight of the decision about Lara hung over every one of them.
The next day, Kaelani woke up in the medical hut, her body wrapped in herbal compresses. The pain was still searing. The first thing she did was try to sit up.
— Lara… where is Lara? — she asked in a hoarse voice, eyes desperate.
Zara, sitting beside her, let out a deep sigh.
— We didn't go after her, Kaelani. Lara is not part of our tribe. She's a foreigner. We can't risk more lives for someone who doesn't share our blood. We saved you because you are one of us.
Kaelani felt as if the world had collapsed.
— You… abandoned her? — she whispered, tears falling. — After everything she did? She fought beside us… she saved lives… and you left her there to be destroyed?
Mara lowered her head, ashamed.
— It was a hard decision… but Zara is right. We are too few. We can't die for a newcomer.
Lira murmured:
— She was strong… but she's not one of us.
Kaelani said nothing more. She spent the rest of the day and the entire night lying there, staring at the ceiling, her heart shattered. Images of Lara being fucked, screaming, alone, played nonstop in her mind.
"She must be getting used right now… being torn apart… suffering alone… while I'm safe here… because of my own people."
Meanwhile, back at the bandits' camp, the focus returned to Lara Croft.
In the dark, stinking dungeon, Victor had Lara on all fours again. He was slamming into her ass with brutal force, stretching her tight asshole without mercy. At the same time, one of his most loyal henchmen held Lara's head by the hair and shoved his thick cock into her mouth, fucking her throat with deep thrusts.
— Aaaahhh… what a tight, hot ass… — Victor growled, slamming his hips against Lara's big, round ass with violence. — Look how your little asshole swallows my whole cock, you slut!
The henchman laughed, burying himself to the balls in her mouth.
— Swallow it all, whore. Suck like the slave you are now.
Lara moaned muffled, tears streaming nonstop. Her enormous breasts swung violently with every double thrust. The cock in her ass burned like fire, stretching her to the limit, while the other hammered the back of her throat, making her gag and drool.
Victor sped up, driving even deeper into her asshole.
— Fuck… I'm gonna cum in this sweet ass…
With a savage grunt, he came hard inside Lara's ass, filling it with thick, hot jets of cum. When he pulled out, the white semen leaked from her swollen asshole and ran down her thick thighs.
But Victor wasn't finished yet.
He slammed her against the cold dungeon wall with brutality, turning her to face him. He lifted one of her legs and shoved his still-hard cock back into her pussy.
— You're not getting any rest with me, Lara — he whispered in her ear, his voice hoarse and cruel, as he started fucking her pussy with long, deep, merciless thrusts. — Every day… every night… I'm going to use every hole until you learn your place. You're mine now.
Lara moaned in pain, her body trembling against the wall, while Victor kept pounding without stopping, the wet, obscene sounds echoing through the dungeon.
Back at the women's base, when everyone was deeply asleep, Kaelani rose silently.
She looked at the huts around her — the place she had sworn to protect for years. But the love and guilt she felt for Lara were stronger than any loyalty.
With tears streaming down her face, she grabbed her spear, a sharp knife, some medicinal herbs, and a small bag of supplies. Without making a sound, she left the base, abandoning her "family."
— Forgive me… — she whispered to the night wind. — But I can't abandon her. I fell in love with that woman… and I'm going to save her, even if I have to do it alone. Even if I have to renounce everything.
Kaelani disappeared into the dark forest, determined to find Lara Croft, no matter the cost.