Kaelani ran as if the entire world was collapsing behind her.
Her bare feet pounded against the damp forest floor, branches scratched her arms and face, but she didn't stop. Her heart hammered in her chest so hard it felt like it would explode. Hot tears streamed down her face as she fled the base she had called home her entire life.
"Forgive me…" she whispered into the wind, her voice broken. "But I can't stay here anymore. I'm not like you. I won't abandon her."
Every step was a betrayal. A betrayal of her tribe, of her "family," of the women she had sworn to protect. But the love — or whatever it had become — for Lara Croft was stronger than any oath. The image of the archaeologist being used, humiliated, and destroyed by the bandits wouldn't leave her mind. Kaelani felt guilt, rage, desire, and despair all at once. Her body still ached from the abuse she had suffered, but the pain in her chest was worse.
She stopped for a moment behind a thick tree, panting, catching her breath. The bandits' base was less than a kilometer away. She needed solid information. She couldn't run blindly through the forest without knowing where Lara was.
With all the stealth she had learned since childhood, Kaelani crept toward the edge of the enemy camp. She hid among the dense vegetation, body pressed to the ground, and watched. Most of the bandits were asleep. Only two guards were awake, talking quietly around a weak campfire. One of them — a skinny, distracted man — stepped away a little to piss behind a tree, far from the others.
It was the perfect opening.
Kaelani moved like a deadly shadow. She leaped silently, covered the bandit's mouth with one strong hand, and drove the knife into his throat with the other. He tried to scream, but only a wet, gurgling sound of blood came out. She dragged him behind some thick bushes, holding him tight while he thrashed like a trapped animal.
"Where is the white woman?" she whispered in his ear, her voice icy and full of hatred. "Lara Croft. Speak now or I'll rip your throat out slowly and make you watch."
The bandit, eyes wide with pure terror, stammered between gulps of blood:
"She… she escaped… last night… she got out of the dungeon… ran into the forest… alone… please… don't kill me…"
Kaelani felt a wave of relief mixed with dread. Lara was alive. But she was alone, wounded, and being hunted in the hostile jungle.
"Thank you for the information," she murmured coldly.
And with a quick, savage twist, she spun the knife inside his throat, shredding flesh and tendons. Blood gushed hot and thick over her hands and chest. The bandit convulsed violently for a few seconds and died instantly, eyes glassy with shock and pain.
Kaelani wiped the knife on his clothes, spat on the corpse, and vanished once more into the dark forest, running toward the deep jungle.
The journey became a living hell.
The forest seemed to conspire against her. Thick vines snared her feet, sharp branches tore at her skin, the wet and slippery ground made her fall several times. Mosquitoes buzzed around her face and neck. Her body still throbbed from the abuse she had endured in the bandits' prison — pussy swollen, asshole burning, breasts marked. But she pressed on, driven by a single obsession: finding Lara.
After hours of exhausting trekking, a new danger appeared out of nowhere.
A group of goblins — small, green, deformed, and extremely agile creatures — suddenly emerged from between the trees. There were nine or ten of them, yellow eyes gleaming with pure sexual hunger. Their small but thick, veiny cocks were already completely hard, swinging as they sniffed the air. They weren't hunting for food. They were hunting women. Pleasure. Sex. Violence.
Kaelani stopped abruptly. Her heart raced.
"Shit… no…" she whispered, backing away slowly.
She knew about these monsters. They were lightning-fast, worked in packs, and showed no mercy. She tried to slip away silently, but one had already caught her scent. With a shrill, guttural cry, the nearest goblin leaped.
Kaelani turned to run, but the goblin grabbed her ankle with sharp claws and yanked with surprising strength. She fell face-first onto the wet, muddy forest floor.
"NO!" she screamed, desperately trying to kick.
It was too late.
The other goblins swarmed over her like a ravenous wave. Small, greedy, filthy hands tore at her tribal clothes with animalistic fury. Her loincloth was ripped to shreds, the band covering her breasts was torn away, her boots were thrown aside. In less than ten seconds, Kaelani was completely naked, lying face-down on the forest floor, surrounded by green bodies and throbbing hard cocks.
To silence her screams, the goblin leader climbed in front of her, grabbed her long hair roughly, and shoved his thick, foul-smelling cock straight down her throat to the hilt.
"Gluuuck… gluuuck… gluuuck…" The wet, obscene sound echoed as he fucked her face with fast, brutal thrusts, his balls slapping against her chin.
At the same time, another goblin positioned himself behind her, violently spread her thick thighs, and rammed his entire cock into her pussy with one savage thrust.
"Aaaaaahhh!" Kaelani's scream was completely muffled by the cock in her mouth.
A third goblin knelt between her asscheeks, spat on her asshole, and forced his thick cock inside her tight anus, stretching it open in a single brutal push.
Kaelani felt a searing, tearing, burning pain. The three cocks pounded in and out of her at the same time — mouth, pussy, and ass — in a wild, uncontrolled, merciless rhythm. The other goblins jerked off around her, drooling, laughing in high-pitched voices, groping her breasts, pinching her nipples, slapping her ass.
She could barely breathe. Tears poured nonstop down her face while the goblins used her like a collective toy. The cock in her mouth slammed the back of her throat, making her gag, drool, and vomit a little. The one in her pussy thrust deep and fast, battering her womb. The one in her ass burned like living fire, stretching her hole to the limit.
"They're… so fast…" she thought, panic mixing with excruciating pain. "I can't fight them all… not right now…"
Hot cum was already starting to spurt inside her. First the one in her mouth came, flooding her throat with sour, thick semen. She swallowed some against her will; the rest dribbled from the corners of her mouth. Soon after, the one in her pussy came, flooding her insides. The one in her ass followed, filling her anus until it overflowed.
But they didn't stop. They switched places, laughing, shrieking, continuing to violate every hole without pause. Kaelani endured in silence, her body shaking, taking thrust after thrust, load after load. Her mind screamed with humiliation, but she waited for the right moment — the moment they lowered their guard for even a second.
Because Kaelani was not going to die here.
She was going to survive.
And she was going to find Lara.