THE ORACLE’S TOLL

A LARA CROFT and MELISSA GALLANT ADVENTURE

by The Third Thane

Thanks to Melissa Gallant, collaborator on this story and inspiration for its main character.

Thanks also to L’espion for his help and editing.

This story is based upon his work and characters. If you like this story, you’ll LOVE his serials.

CHAPTER THREE

Compelling

Inside a crumbling municipal building, a dirty and frightened man sat in a holding cell. Shouts could be heard through the stone wall, reminders of debts owed. Governmental authority was thin and laughable in the towns bordering the Kurdish provinces. The bureaucrats in Ankara did not want to be bothered with local grievances. Power was held by regional officials, such as the Constable in the town of Bitlis. He understood one rule, and he understood it well. Pay protection to his office, or you and your business ceased. Those shouts told the man that someone in the next cell was getting a civics lesson. But the economy meant fewer western tourists, fewer travelers to rent an aged Land Rover from the man’s shop. He had only one customer, one in the last week. No money for the Constable. A heavy door was opened and slammed shut down the hall. Four soldiers approached his cell. He was assisted to the Constable’s office.

“Fahri, my friend, why must I trouble myself this way? Never before have we had such problems. Why do you steal from me?”

“I have no money. No one uses my trucks. You know as well as I. The Hotel is empty. Tours have stopped coming. I can’t...”

“Lies, lies Fahri.” He slapped the man’s face. “I see your wife, shopping in the market. Tell me how she pays with no money. You steal from me, and the others see.”

“I must...”

“YOU MUST WORRY ABOUT ME!” He lifted the man from his chair and swung a dull punch into his stomach. He pushed his head down onto the desk. “Where do you hide my money?”

The pain in his chest didn’t stop the flash of recognition. His face lay against a torn fax with a picture. A picture of a beautiful woman. “Wait, wait I beg you. I can help you. The woman in that on that paper, you are looking for her? I have seen her. Please, sir.”

The Constable picked up the crumpled fax, staring at the caption entitled REWARD. “This woman?” He sat behind his desk. “Tell me Fahri.”

The metal door closing echoed through the warehouse. Time to figure an escape plan. She knew that the vibrator humming between her legs would prove a mild nuisance at worst. Concentration and breathing exercises with Lara would keep her focused. With two pieces of wire, she might be able to pick the lock on the eights. The real trouble would be reaching down with her fingers to...

That damn vibrator had a mind of its own. It felt like it was tightening up, actually moving, nestling to her pussy. The outer rim of the head started to slowly massage her lips, as the center pushed in with a disturbing rhythm. The pulse was deep in the machine, and moved deeper into her loins.

Melissa shook her head. “Two pieces of wire,” she thought. The table likely had something she could use, but it was a frustrating 12 feet away. She reached around at the loose plastic on the stone, but there were no staple or metal. Without slack, she didn’t think she could unhook the chain above her head from the metal ring. If she could get a good pull, maybe it would...

Her knees buckled and her ass pushed hard against the stone. The massage on the rim had quickened and fell into time with the vibrator. The entire wand head warmed to 101 degrees, the heat radiating into her thighs. She recognized the feeling. Her body was starting to crave release. If she just let herself...

“Two pieces of metal!” Her mind clawed at the fuzz, and searched for instructions. She had read about the locking mechanism. The bottom wire had to be held fast to depress the tumblers, with the.. the...bottom wire had to...ummmm.....depress the three tumblers so....

The orgasm hit like an ocean wave smacking a pier. Her stomach fluttered with contractions and her thighs skipped against the rock. She moaned a mix of relief and frustration into the tape. Since she had not had sex in nearly 4 months, the orgasm stunned her for several moments. Her body began to settle. “Well, now that that’s over with, I can try to get a wire and... Mother fuuu....”

In response to her heart rate and blood pressure feedback, the wand was programmed at that instant to release a resin through the head directly to her lips. The Korean scientists had teased the chemical from the aloe leaf. It worked like Novocain, only in reverse. Any contacted skin became intensely sensitive to touch, be it pain or pleasure. By conforming to her shape, the machine applied the resin to the already engorged portions of her pussy immediately after her first orgasm. It delayed 15 seconds for the resin to take effect, then increased its vibration rate and force. Her second orgasm hit within a minute. Melissa pulled on the chains. Her body was fighting the sensation, while at the same time, inviting its power. Her third and fourth orgasm melded together, giving her no chance for relief. Her body convulsed, her head rocking forward and back. Melissa lost track of her legs, as yet another orgasm racked her frame. The wand applied another pulse of resin, searing the nerve endings in her pussy to inconceivable heights. Melissa thought she felt 7 then 8 distinctive orgasms, but she was unable to count. Each flowed seamlessly into the next, each stronger than the prior. She began to scream uncontrollably through the tape. She had no feeling in her feet and hands, as the aloe resin diverted more and more blood to her aching soul. She barely felt the severe Charlie-horse that took hold of her leg, a result of her pulling and the spasms. Onward and higher her passion flamed. The chains holding fast to the stone clanked and ground into the frieze. Great gasps came from her nose as her body fought to fuel her lungs with oxygen. It was a losing battle. The cruelty was that she felt empty, her body unable to quell the burning without a hard dick. Like a dam breaking, the flow, the energy just rose. She could no longer hear her own screams. She lost any ability for reason, the capacity to envision escape. Her mind was an unending strobe of desire. Unfulfilled desire. The small portion of her brain that worked was desperate to be satisfied. Melissa pulled hard on her wrist, the eights hard and strong. Her stomach kicked through orgasms 13 and 14.

“Well, I see you’ve enjoyed yourself. I suggest that you tell me...” She hadn’t even been aware that Harriman was standing 6 feet way. He grabbed the edge of the tape. The gag pulled free, but Melissa never felt the sting of the tape. She simply had no nerve endings left that were not completely occupied with wave upon wave of orgasm. Her body shook, showering him with a spray of pungent sweat.

“Fuck, fuck me!” Her guttural shout filled the room.

“I guess that we’ll begin with...”

“NO, TAKE THAT GODDAMN THING OFF AND FUCK ME, NOW!” It wasn’t pleading, it resonated off the walls as a barked command. “NOW!”

“I really think...”

“FOR CCC....CHRIST”S SAKE,” her voice wavered, she struggled for breath. “turn.. turn it off, and, a.. fu.. FUCK ME!” She had never wanted to be filled, craved satisfaction so much in her life. Twisted villains had taken her before, violated her body, dominated her spirit, but none had driven her so full of desire. It felt that her pussy would burst into flames if not doused by Harriman, by anyone. Her head shook, her hair was wringing with sweat. The lack of blood flow actually made her arms feel as pins and needles.

Startled and excited, Harriman fumbled with the leather straps. Gone was the agile confidence he showed while buckling the vibrator in place. Melissa’s body slumped slightly as the evil head halted its torment. Harriman briefly looked into her face. The need was still raw.

“Don’t stop, unchain my legs and fuck me!” She could barely conceive that those words were coming from her mouth.

Harriman quickly pulled off his pants. Melissa noted that, while not an athlete, he was in excellent shape with impressive equipment. She hadn’t noticed him as attractive before. Now, it made absolutely no difference at all. He clumsily dropped the padlock keys before releasing her two ankles. For a moment, Harriman considered that it may be a trick. Melissa legs snaked up and wrapped around his waist, pulling him toward the stone. Before Harriman could realize, Melissa had forced him inside. She screamed and drank in air. Her lungs and heart burned as the resin continued to fan her passion. To his credit, Harriman lasted longer than most men could hope. In moments he was bathed in her sweat, thrusting her against the stone frieze. They groaned and came together, filling the darkened warehouse with the echoes of rut. Only after Harriman had pushed the last of his load inside her did her breathing settle. Sweet relief.

Still inside, he whispered to her, “My God, Miss Gallant.” The instant hung in the air for an eternity. Feeling was coming back to her legs. He could hear her heart pumping. “I hadn’t counted on that particular...” He stopped briefly to compose his speech and calm his own breathing. “..that reaction. I, if we could...” Melissa’s body began to thrust in rhythm again, riding him inside her and cutting Harriman’s speech off in mid sentence.”

“Pull up a little, and to the left,” she said affixing him with a piercing gaze. The second he pulled off her to move, her legs flew up. She kicked with both feet into his chest, firing him back into the forklift. He was not able to catch his balance, falling over the lift arms, and hitting his head with a dull smack. He tried to stand, but the impact staggered him and he fell to the floor a second time. Melissa started to yank and swing the length of chain binding her to the ring over her head as Harriman pulled himself up against the workbench.

“Pathetic. Absolutely pathetic.” The voice from the open steel door surprised both Melissa and Julius. A large, well dressed man walked toward them. With him was a second man, a Samoan roughly the size of Toyota. “Get up.” Melissa immediately began sizing up these two. Her predicament just got more complicated. “You’re a disgrace. I ask you to do one thing, one simple thing. This is your effort? Getting your ass kicked by a woman chained to a wall. No wonder your family’s business is falling apart.”

“Our deal was, that you give me a chance to find out about Croft. She met with her, she can tell us. The Bitch just kicked me when I ...”

“I saw exactly what took place, and our deal is off.”

“So that’s it?? You want me to just walk away from my family, my museum? Is that what you think is going to happen, Spruance?” He finally rose to his feet. His nose had started bleeding again. Well you and the whole Board can go to Hell. I’ll...”

“I’m no sure which is more completely useless, you or that money-pit of a museum. I’m going to get rid of them both.” His hand went to his jacket. Melissa recognized the move long before Harriman did. She winced. “Let’s start with you.” In a single motion, Spruance swung the small automatic Colt and fired two shots straight into Harriman’s chest. The flash and deafening blast filled the large room. The force of the concussion flung Harriman’s body backward, landing just beyond the row of wooden crates. Melissa could just see his feet. Finest Italian leather shoes, what a waste. Things were much more complicated.

“Now, Miss Gallant. Let’s get better acquainted.”