Our plane crashed on a small isolated island. Now I am stuck with the famous archeologist Lara Croft who wants me to earn my keep by serving her.
On a small island about 70 kilometers from mainland Australia, around a natural pool at the foot of a small waterfall. Mike, a 19 year old student of archeology, standing at 5 Feet 8 Inches weighing only 51 Kilograms was cleaning some dishes and cooking utensils.
Mike had a very lean physique having lost nearly 10 Kgs in the last few weeks stuck at this island. He was naked as usual, wearing only a collar with a hook, alone at the rough but well built campsite scrubbing the sole cutlery set.
All of a sudden he heard the sound of dry leaves crunching under heavy boots and a small whistle coming from the forest north west of the camp.
Mike sprang to his feet. He set the cutlery as quickly as he could on a table, took a towel drying on a chair and a jug. He filled the jug with water from the pool and ran towards the edge of the camp from where the sound came. He set the jug on the floor, the towel on the back of his neck and got down on all fours, straightened his back and waited in his position as he did everyday.
From between the trees a woman in her mid 20s came out. At 5 Feet and 10 Inches weighing 68 Kilograms she had a perfect athletic build with toned muscles, C-cup Breasts and a fine curvy ass. She was dressed in a pale blue green tight Crop top and gray panties armed with Bow and Arrow on her back and two 9mm Pistols on her Hips.
She was the famous British Archeologist Lara Croft who set out from Queensland, Australia a few weeks ago on a mission to discover the mystery of ancient artifacts that washed up on the Australian Coast. But she disappeared along with two others and a plane she chartered.
She walked towards Mike and without saying anything sat full weight on his back. Mike almost buckled under the hard drop but quickly composed himself and thought she seemed angry today. Lara took off her boots, then socks soaking in sweat and roughly stuffed them in Mike's mouth which was already open and waiting.
She picked the jug of water and splashed her face and feet and cleaned her hands. Then took the towel hanging on Mike's neck and started wiping herself.
"Uhhn, the stupid rabbit got away into one of it's holes. I slipped and missed the shot hitting a boulder nearby. Even the arrow snapped in half. Such a waste. Guess I'll have to make do with some cans." She sighed and dropped the towel on Mike's back.
Lara got up on her feet, grabbed Mike by his hair, who was still on his knees and hands. She dragged him towards the table and threw him towards the single unusual chair next to the table. She snapped her fingers and Mike quickly moved to take his position.
The chair was custom built by Lara herself. It had a hole in the middle of the seat that connected to an open wide space within the chair and an opening at the foot in front of the chair.
Mike carefully took out the sweaty socks in his mouth leaving a salty aftertaste on his tongue and placed them on a box nearby. He crawled into the chair from the opening at the bottom, once his head and upper chest were inside he used his hands to lift himself enough that his head poked out from the hole in the seat. Only his waist and legs were visible under the chair.
Despite looking awkward the chair was pretty comfortable which was great for Mike who had to spend hours everyday inside it. His back was supported by an incline and his head was cushioned around the hole.
Now set in his position Mike waited for Lara. He could hear her rummaging through the big metal box they used for storing leftover provisions from the plane. She was choosing from a pile of food cans.
Lara almost always came back to the camp with some fresh game. But relied on canned provisions occasionally.
Lara was always a bit flatulent and regularly gassed around the camp but the fresh meat and fruits helped her maintain her health and physique even after being stuck for three weeks on the island. But whenever she couldn't find fresh game she had to eat from the cans of food that survived the plane crash. This made her stomach even more unsettling and her gas almost unbearable.
Just thinking about it gave Mike goosebumps as he waited for Lara who finally made her decision, picking a can of beans and rice along with a can of sliced apples.
She walked barefoot towards the chair and Mike. Now towering over him she lifted her right foot and slammed it on Mike's nose and mouth and teasingly showed him the cans and said, "Beans and Rice, your favorite slave?" with her foot still firmly in place. "Yes Lady Lara." Mike barely spoke in a muffled voice and without being told to began licking her soles still covered in sweat and a bit of dirt.
Lara demanded that Mike address her as 'Lady Lara' as she was technically a British countess descending from generations old line of royalty.
After a minute of having her feet served while Lara checked out the cans she took her foot off Mike's face and swung her leg over the chair, turning away to show her huge perfectly toned Ass barely covered in the panties. The cheeks together were bigger than Mike's face. It was a sight that he had been seeing everyday for past weeks but still couldn't get enough of.
Finally Lady Lara lowered herself, the gap between her ass and Mike's face started closing. All Mike could do was wait to meet those beautiful cheeks face first. But Lara stopped midway and got back up. She thought for a second and then without a warning hopped and slammed her huge ass right on Mike's nose. Lara was not particularly heavy and she was wearing just cotton panties today, yet the force and her muscular ass were enough to crush Mike's face and his nose.
PFFBT!
