Laura Krauff and the Golden Lifeline

Greetings all, this started out as an attempt to make a new cover for my old Laura Krauff ebook, and ended up growing into this little tale. I'm afraid it doesn't really have much of an ending, as I really didn't intend writing any caption for these pictures, but it just sort of happened.

I'd strongly recommend you read the book first, if you haven't, as this will spoil it. I'd originally meant to just post this on the Patreon, but everything else I've been working on this week just didn't pan out, and it ended up being much longer than I initially thought it would be. Warning, it does end a bit abruptly, though I have some more pics finished that would continue things.

As always, I hope you enjoy today's post, and please let me know what you think of it (and the artwork).

- B-Rex

Laura Krauff and the Golden Lifeline

by Tabitha Kohls

Copyright 2020

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“For fuck's sake, another hallway?! Seriously?!”

Laura Krauff sighed, staring down the new, yet all-too-familiar, stone corridor before her. She turned, looking down an identical granite-lined hall behind her, and tugged gingerly on the fragile thread in her hand.

She'd spent months and a small fortune to discover the lost palace, carefully going through old documents and buying the best modern satellite maps of the most likely locations, until finally she'd found what she was looking for.

Following her orders, Laura's ever trusty assistant Jenni had spent a wild night with a low-level security agent in charge of a top-secret spy satellite. The buxom blonde bimbo had kept the young man distracted while her mistress used the man's remote control station to set the high-tech orbital platform scanning empty, uninhabited jungle. The multi-billion dollar piece of equipment, designed to find hidden jungle militia camps, effortlessly spotted the ruins she'd long been seeking, the ultraviolet cameras seeing right through the heavy foliage.

Two months later, and Laura was finally at the long lost palace, but things weren't going as planned. First her plane had crashed on the beach, then the complex had proven far larger than she had dreamed possible. She simply hadn't planned on it being so massive, winding corridors of stone cut into the jungle floor, crisscrossing each and every direction, no wonder the legends had called it the Labyrinth.

“Poor planning, that's what this was. I should have turned back a day ago,” she chided herself, plucking a random rolled up dollar bill from between her breasts and tossing it aside. Dozens of bills blew along the passageway behind her, carried by the wind from where she'd dropped them earlier.

Laura looked down the stone hall, and mentally kicked herself for leaving Jenni behind. The woman was an insufferable bitch, and a constant threat magnet, what with having spent millennia as an immortal and invincible genie, and thus constantly forgetting to watch her step or avoid annoying any dangerous tribes they encountered.

“But at least the bitch could carry more rope and batteries,” Laura hissed, annoyed.

She'd left Jenni back home, ordered to test out some new... additions Laura's tech guru had built into her training robot. She had to smile at that thought; at this very moment, the bimbo was probably taking twelve inches of steel dildo up her ass.

Laura shook her head, bringing herself back to the moment. She glanced back the way she'd come, and then down at the tiny thread still in her hand. She'd run out of glow-paint to mark her way after the first few hours, then had resorted to the backup chalk dust she carried for emergency spelunking or mountain climbing. That had run out this morning.

The thread was her last ditch effort to leave a trail to find her way back out of the massive palatial ruins. She'd sacrificed first her top, then her shorts, and finally her panties to the cause. All she had left now was the too-tight scuba top, and she desperately needed it to keep her titanic tits in check. Besides, it was solid polyvinyl.

She'd considered leaving the dollar bills that spontaneously sprouted from around her body randomly, but they were too light, easily blown away by the constant light wind that ran through the maze of halls. Besides, they didn't show up regularly enough, sometimes appearing a dozen or more at a time, other times not at all for hours. As usual, the genie's latent magic was more annoying than useful.

“At least I haven't ran into any traps,” she mused aloud, happy she'd managed to avoid any dangers at all so far. Thanks to another poorly-considered wish, the slightest threat of danger would send her pussy absolutely gushing, which would soak her panties instantly, if they weren't already unraveled for half a mile behind her. Any actual threat and she'd be stuck orgasming uncontrollably for several minutes.

Laura let the thread drop from her hand, and bit her lower lip, chewing softly as she tried to decide whether to continue on ahead without the lifeline, or finally turn back.

She caught herself a moment later, and sighed, releasing her lip. She'd developed a bad habit of chewing her lips whenever she got distracted, after having been forced to give up her old habit of snapping her fingers thanks to another wish her assistant had twisted against her.

The buxom adventurer froze, as a thought suddenly came to her. She glanced down at her fingers, that had just moments ago held the end of the thread.

“No... I couldn't possibly... No, no, that's insane, there's no way I'm seriously considering....”

***

-three days later-

Laura Krauff groaned as the massive golden egg stretched her pussy lips taut. Gritting her teeth, she strained, pushing hard.

The loud, metallic clang of the fifteen pound solid gold egg hitting the stone floor echoed loudly down the miles of hallway that surrounded her.

“Oh, fuck me,” she moaned, collapsing for a moment on her knees. It was getting harder and harder to walk, to take another step down the monotonous corridors.

She was running low on water and food both, and had been forced to turn to her backup lantern when her last set of flashlight batteries ran out. Thankfully, she had brought plenty of spare oil for the lantern, though in retrospect more batteries, or even just some rope would've been a better idea.

Catching her breath, Laura pushed on, practically crawling along the stone. It was hard to remember what she was even looking for: some random artifact, or perhaps a long lost treasure horde?

She paused, too tired to go another step without a rest, and by habit, snapped her fingers.

Within seconds she was straining to push yet another massive egg from her cooch, another golden bread crumb to find her way back.

Glancing behind her, she saw the bright blinking golden dots of previous eggs glittering back at her, reflecting her lantern light.

“They... seem... a bit... close... together....” her sleep and food deprived mind made her say, as she idly snapped her finger again, forgetting she'd already marked this leg of her journey.

***

Hours later, the tired adventurer was nearly delirious. She should've got back days ago, she now knew, but every foot forward just meant that much farther to go back, and her tomb robbing spirit told her she was surely just at the cusp of finding... whatever it was she'd come to the ruin for.

Moaning over parched lips, she crawled a few more feet forward to the next endless side passage, and quickly deposited another egg.

The sound of her snapping finger echoed down the corridors of stone, matched only by the heavy clink of her latest crumb striking the ancient floor.

How many had she laid the past few days? Hundreds, thousands, maybe? A whole fortune in golden eggs lost behind her, worth far more than whatever tiny artifact she'd come here to liberate from the tomb's dusty innermost sanctum.

"Lost... can't get lost," she moaned, snapping her fingers over and over again, as her eyes watched her lamp flicker in the soft but constant wind. "...lost...."

***

Laura awoke, and groaned. Her belly sloshed heavily, seemingly fighting her efforts to sit up. “Wha--” she began, then felt her stomach move, as something inside settled into place.

Her eyes snapped open in terror, days of exhaustion forgotten instantly, as her hands touched her swollen, pregnant waist.

A massive egg fell from her gaping pussy, joining others she'd already laid in her sleep, and to her shock, she'd barely even felt it.

“I'm ruined!!” Laura gasped in horror, touching her belly, feeling dozens of eggs jostle about, click-clacking inside of her. She tried to stand up, get off her knees, and suddenly moaned as a wave of intense arousal hit her.

Danger, she thought, as an orgasm nearly tore through her. I'm in danger! All these eggs, I'm too heavy!! I'll hurt myself if I stand....

She pulled herself forward slowly, laying another egg and then another, straining to push them out faster. But with each egg dropping out of her, she could feel a new one replacing it.

Laura stared at her fingers, seeing her nails were scuffed on one hand. The hand she snapped her fingers with, as she carried the lantern along. How many times had she snapped her fingers, had she been doing it in her sleep?! Would they count?

“AHHH!!” she screamed, as three eggs fought to push out of her at once, popping one at a time and rolling along the stonework beneath her.

Instantly her belly swelled, as three new eggs appeared, seemingly answering her suspicions. “Oh, fuck, this is bad, Laura, this is bad...”

She wondered how many eggs she had left to lay before she finally stopped.

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