Tomb Raider: The Fat Man Chronicles

So Tomb Raider Underworld came out. And I’ve played through it. Being the super pervert that I am I’ve obviously come up with boundless ways to rewrite that game as I see fit. But that brings me back to my Legend piece, which I felt should at least get finished before I even try to start on Underworld. I’m thinking that I should try to make my Underworld FFs have continuity with the Legend stories.

Also, the new guy (bitamin717) writing that Underworld Fic is absolutely brilliant. I think his grasp on the English (and I mean British English) language is a whole lot better than mine (me being from the states). Description is top quality too. I look back on my Legend fic and realize just how much of that was me seeing how many guys and loads of cum I can get into Lara. Not enough time was spent on my part on the details of the individual sex scenes. Unless he’s content on just rewriting the first chapter of Underworld looks like I don’t really need to venture into that game at all (although I probably still will). One thing is for sure. His fic will be hard to top. Chances are I’ll finish Legend, forego Underworld altogether and just focus on Fat Man and my other projects.

I need:
Assignments that Gordo could have Lara do (videos/pictures of her doing random whatnots or other activities)
Stuff that Gordo might do with Lara on their weekends together (prerequisite is that no one else finds out about her dirty Secret.)
Opinion who should survive the inevitable power struggle between Gordo and McGee. Eventually I hope to eliminate one of them so the other one can enjoy Lara all to himself (for a time, at least). In the future I might introduce more baddies as I see fit, but right now, I'm moving towards offing of of them. after this chapter I have the next two named already. They are named:
1. Decisions
2. Ace in the Hole

Anyways, here goes the long delayed update
Deeper into Depravity
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Gradually, the living room darkened as the candles burnt themselves out one by one, the ashes of the spent wicks collecting with the wax that had melted away, then re-solidified at the bottom. Soon the only source of light was the light illuminating the dinner table. Nearby, two sweaty and grunting masses gradually reached the twilight of their romantic escapade as they sated themselves inside the exhausted beauty wedged between them. One after the other, their sore members wearily deposited last loads of scum into the hapless cavities of Lara Croft.

“Whew” breathed McGee, pulling out of Lara’s ass and falling onto his butt, letting himself drop onto his back as he regained his breath.
“What are you waiting for? Clean the two of us up.” Said Gordo, himself going slack from under Lara. The lithe form straddling him gingerly extricated herself from his softening rod. As his dick flopped free of her womanhood, a thick strand of pasty gunk connected the two, followed by a deluge of slick runny white mix that dripped from her pussy all over his genitals. Sliding downwards, Lara fought back bile as she licked Gordo’s balls and his cock clean. Turning around, she did the same for the other man. As she did, she heard Gordo get up, and felt pudgy fingers slide against her pussy, dipping in callously to scoop out more of the goo that hadn’t exited her. The hand reached around next to Lara’s face as she cleaned McGee off, and smeared the nauseating mix all over her nose, making the scent of their evening fuckfest an all encompassing stench that flooded Lara’s olfactory senses.

“Hey man, it’s getting late, you mind if I bunk here for the night? Maybe catch another go in the morning?” McGee quipped as his dick was polished off by Lara.
Lara swallowed the spunk she had just cleaned off McGee and looked up at Gordo. The promise was that she was supposed to be allowed home at this point, returning next week to continue her services. But she didn’t put it past Gordo to change his tune, and now a small voice inside of her was fearing that Gordo was going to renege on his deal. She wasn’t about to beg, but was trying to form a cohesive argument to shoot at Gordo, calling him in on their agreement.
Gordo looked at Lara thoughtfully. If any, the spark of defiance that exuded from her eyes was a sign that Lara’s will has yet to be broken. Before now, Gordo’s decision regarding Lara had teetered back and forth as to whether he was going to break her will and beat utter obedience and defeat into her core or let her continue her passive resistance. Looking into her eyes however, he realized that she probably will never be broken, at least not ever permanently. However, the bitter and hateful look Lara gave Gordo seemed to bring a sort of novelty into his life.

‘That’s right’, thought Gordo, ‘If I wanted obedience I have the cheap whores for that.’ Lara was different. Gordo had no doubt that in her mind he above all else was the one thing she loathed, but that made dominating her and forcing her to degrade herself over and over again for him all the more empowering. Right. Instead of putting the fire within Lara out, Gordo was going to continue stoking it, keep her individuality and pride alive whilst trampling all over it, dancing with gleeful immunity upon the flames that so goaded his lust onwards.

“McGee, give me your address. Next week we’re partying at your place.” Gordo said, pushing Lara onto her back so he could seal her pussy up again like he did the night before, corking it then duct taping it shut.

“Fuck yeah man, get me a pen…”

The lustful techie wrote down his contact information and address, and after casting a last longing look at Lara, allowed him self to be ushered out the front door.
“Take it easy, don’t do any setup. I’ll bring all the props.” Gordo said as he closed the door, before turning to Lara, whom had gotten to her feet, and had covered herself up with a length of the red fabric that covered the living room couch. Gordo smirked at the wasted display of modesty. He left the room, returning shortly with the cloths that Lara had worn when she arrived at his residence. He watched her dress before continuing to speak.

“I’ve created a DVD with instructions regarding how to access the account and things that you will need to do. From now on I will send weekly assignments to the account, and you will complete them before you come here.” At this, Gordo handing Lara a hefty backpack, loaded with things he had prepared for her.

“You didn’t bring the money that I asked for this week. From now on I don’t want cash anyhow. Go set up a discreet account so that you can wire the money directly to me. Since you disobeyed my orders this weekend our normal meeting time has been moved up four hours to 8pm. I don’t care if the neighbors see you coming; it’s your job to avoid being recognized. As soon as you get home watch the DVD.”

Lara’s motorcycle had been moved into Gordo’s garage, and he opened it to allow Lara out. He watched Lara’s face and head full of auburn hair disappear under the black cycle helmet, hers eyes adverted and never catching his. Gordo waited until the sounds of Lara’s bike had disappeared into the darkness of the night before retiring back to the house, dropping into bed, grinning like the maniac he even after falling asleep.

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Lara wheeled into her own garage, parked the bike, and went straight to her room without a word to Winston, who met her at the bottom of the staircase, eyes still groggy from having just gotten up. Upstairs, she scarcely was able to make it to the bathroom before she fell to her knees and began to vomit profusely into the toilet, puking out the accumulated disgust and repugnance she had endured. Her body heaved again and again, retching itself dry but continue to spasm painfully until Lara forced herself back under control. It didn’t help Lara trying to tell herself that in her travels she had swam in plenty of environmental filth, waded through muck and animal guts. This was filth tainted and laden with physical humiliation.

She threw herself a hot bath, and dumped the contents of the back pack onto her bed whilst she waited for the tub to fill.

Most of the objects Gordo had thrown into the backpack had already been used on Lara at one point or another. She ignored the other objects and grabbed the dildo showerhead. Lara’s entire snatch, all the way deep into her womb, was chalk full of sticky residue, so much that she could actually feel the stuff clinging to the walls of her uterus. She pulled the tape away from her pussy and uncorked herself over the toilet, clenching her vaginal walls repeatedly to rid herself of foamy white spunk.

After figuring out how to attach the shower head to her own bath, Lara forced the whole length of it into herself, biting back the pain as she continued pushing it past her cervix, allowing it to sit halfways inside her womb. Keeping the shower head fully inserted, Lara slowly lowered herself into the hot bath, and with a grip on the metal cable running out of her pussy, diverted the hot water from the tub faucet to the shower, gritting her teeth as scalding water jetted into her, rinsing her inside out.
Lara allowed herself to relax into the tub, testing the showerhead to make sure it didn’t propel itself out of her. Underneath the surface of the bath water, the pressure from the water exiting her vagina massaged her clit in a soothing way unlike what it had been forced to endure over the past 24 hours. Lara adjusted the water to be mild in force, and grabbed her tooth brush and tooth paste, vigorously scraping away the lingering taste of cum and cock from her oral cavity. As she did, Lara could see a cloud of murky white spew forth from below the water, rapidly dirtying the entire bath. Much of the ice cream sundae that Lara’s pussy had been filled with had been left inside her, too deep to be spooned out. Added to this was the fact that the men made liberal use of whipped cream and more of the laced syrup, all of the combined ingredients being pushed deeply into her by their phallus’.

After thoroughly cleansing her mouth and having let her womb be flushed out for a few minutes, Lara let out the bath water, which had turned translucent, and threw herself another bath, scrubbing herself raw.

Afraid that Gordo had somehow given her a time critical assignment, Lara, dried off and wrapped in a towel, played the DVD. Once again, she was looking at a smug Gordo talking to her out of the screen. He was in his bedroom, and behind him, Lara could see her naked unconscious form wilted against the mattress on the ground.
As if to spread salt on the wound, Gordo threw a glance over his shoulder at Lara’s prone form, smirking widely. Looking back into the camera, he began his instructions.

“After I make this video I’m going to give you a nice shower and flush all the shit out of you. This morning your asshole was still dirty, and needless to say you have your own shit in your pussy. I’ll do you a favor and wash all that out. From now on I’d prefer that I didn’t have to do that because it really cuts in on our other activities, so here’s an easy solution. I want you on a clear liquid diet for two days before every meeting, and everything flushed out of you. It will make life easier for both of us.”
“You have an amazing cunt, I have to give you that much. The last thing I want is for a baby making it loose like the other whores in town. I will give you pills that you will take before and after every weekend. I’ve also included several creams for you with instructions for their uses. You will want to use them as much as possible. Also, unless I tell you to, no playing with yourself on weekdays. The three No’s are: No fingers, No dildos, and above all else, No cocks of some other bloke are going to be sticking into your cunt. Of course some of my instructions will involve one of the above, but those are the only exceptions.”

Here, a malicious look suddenly flashed across Gordo’s face. “Every time you violate the three No’s without my approval I will not only punish you but will also make one of our photos or videos public. I’ll blot out your face, but not many whores have a body like yours, and I reckon it would only be a matter of time before the world found out you’re really just a rich slut.”

“If you’re watching this right after you get home then congratulations, you’ve just made your week much easier, and you only have to do two assignment. If not, then you will have to do every single assignment.” Lara breathed in deeply, a meaningless sense of gladness washing over her.”
“Since this is your first assignment I’m cutting you a break. There’s a copy of my favorite bikini calendar on this disc. I went out and found all the outfits they used in there. I want you to send me a complete set of reproduction of the calendar pictures with yourself replacing the models. This week I’m making it easy for you and you only have to be in the same pose as they are. I can insert the background after you mail them to me. I want these pictures by tomorrow morning. If you do not send them to me by then you will have to do the next two things.

One: Get your clit and nipples pierced. How you do it is up to you. There’s a set of piercings for when you get them pierced in the backpack. I want you to do a second set of the calendar photos with only those piercings on.

Two: I want a video of you getting your nipples and clit pierced and you putting the piercings on. I don’t care if you’re having someone else do it or you’re doing it yourself, I have to see the whole thing happen.

If you’re a good girl and get the first assignment done before I wake up on Monday morning, then you will have until Wednesday to do the following assignment.
There’s short video I want you to remake. I bought the outfit used in there.

If I don’t see assignment two uploaded by Wednesday morning or you miss the deadline for assignment one, you will have to do the following.
One: have sex with an animal, and make a video of you doing it. The animal has to be a big one, and I want you to both fuck it using your cunt as well as giving it a blow job.

Two: Upload any one of the photos of you naked onto the web for everyone to see. You can blurr or crop out your own head but everything from the neck down had to be visible.”
By now, Lara was more than relieved, while at the same time appalled by the insanity Gordo was putting into his instructions. She felt bile rise in her throat, but continued to watch.

“This DVD has information on a bank account that I’ve set up. I will check it every Friday to see if you have wired the money into it. This week you’re responsible for paying me triple our agreed amount for the missed payment. Everytime from now on a missed payment will be multiplied ten times. I can be reached via our online account if you need to negotiate something. Just remember that your life will be easier if you just followed all my instructions.
I have written instructions for everything else in the backpack. I expect you to follow them to the letter. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go give that slutty bitch behind me a shower.” Gordo said, cutting off the feed.

Almost immediately, a browser window popped up, and signed Lara into the online account, courtesy of McGee’s programming. The account was comprehensive in its format, including uploading tools as well as an archive of everything it had received. Already Lara could see mini icons of the pictures that Gordo had used to black mail her with. As well as a folder for videos of her, in which the entry of her capture that fateful night had been recently uploaded.

Lara closed the lid of her laptop, instead turning to the items Gordo had left her. There were multiple bottles of cream with instructions written on them, and one by one, Lara did as she was directed.

The first bottle was lotion Gordo had prescribed for her, ordering her to apply it regularly. It was explained to be a blend of hair removal depilatories designed to gradually kill off the hair roots in a way that allowed the rest of the skin to function normally. The alternative option offered Lara was full body waxing, something she would’ve had to go see a professional for. While popular amongst certain female socialites of Britain the Countess of Abbingdon had never been known for such penchants, and Lara wasn’t about to let the public perceive a change in her. She smoothed the cream over her body after drying off, feeling tingling sensations around her pelvis due to the thicker hair roots reacting almost immediately. This cream was to be used twice a day, once in the morning and once before bed.

Next was a lotion designed to counteract the irritant effects of the first cream, while acting like a regular lotion in nourishing and keeping Lara’s skin to porcelain perfection. This was to be applied after the depilatory.

The last cream was to be applied to Lara’s vaginal walls. Using the syringe, Lara deposited just enough of it to coat her entire vagina without too much exiting her. Gordo neglected to explain the lotion’s purpose to Lara, but after a few minutes, she began to figure out for herself, as a tightening sensation was felt along her entire vagina as the cream was absorbed through the walls, interacting with the muscle cells of the canal to strengthen them, making Lara’s entire pussy tighter than ever.
Finishing applying herself with the three lotions, Lara checked the time. It was well past midnight, and she only had a few hours left until morning. Gordo, having estimated Lara’s dimensions from their first meeting, had bought outfits to match her size. Twelve sets of bikinis, all with sales tag still attached laid on the bed. Lara had a digital camera, and with time ticking down, she reluctantly got to work.

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Lara descended the stairs, hair still wet from the morning bath she had taken. It was Wednesday morning, and she had just finished Gordo’s second assignment, which involved remaking a pole dance strip routine. Lara had used one of the bed posts in her bedroom as a substitute. While uploading the assignment, Lara had received an email from Gordo. It went as such:

“Come to my place first at 8pm. McGee is not expecting us until midnight. I want you to wear something that covers your whole body. Don’t wear any underwear though. We will discuss how to get ourselves rid of McGee. I’m doing you a favor here and moving his termination date up. We have to do it quietly though so no one finds out about it, so no guns. I think between the two of us we could more than handle that scrawny git.”

The phone began ringing right as Lara reached the bottom of the stairs.

“Milady, there’s a Mr. McGee on the phone asking for you.” Winston said, and Lara almost did a double take. She knew that McGee had been let into the knowledge of her identity, but had not expected him to contact her on his own. As she took the phone, she already had a good grasp on what he probably was going to want.
“Yes?” Lara answered apprehensively.

“Hello, you already have my home address, so let’s meet tonight. I have important things to discuss.” McGee said shortly, hanging up before Lara could ask any questions.
That night, Lara found herself being pressed into a cheap spring bed as McGee hammered vigorously into her. She didn’t really have a say in the matter. Gordo had threatened punishment if he found out that she was having sexual intercourse outside of his control, but Lara was pretty sure there was no way he’d know. She was still mauling over the content of Gordo’s email. At this point in time the one Lara really wanted dead was Gordo, but she wondered if it would not be better that they got rid of McGee first.
‘Not tonight.’ Lara told herself. If she took the initiative and killed McGee tonight she would have to explain to Gordo why she was there in the first place. He might be glad to be rid of McGee but there’s no telling that he wouldn’t still punish her for letting her pussy be used before their weekend meeting. From what Lara could gather that sort of thing was very much his style.

McGee’s physical build was nothing like Gordo’s. He was out of shape, but had nowhere near as much flesh as the other man, and in fact was on the thinner side. Like Gordo, his sex life had been largely vacant before Lara, due largely to social ineptitude and a generally unpleasant demeanor. Now, taking full liberty of his freedom with Lara’s body, he drew her body close to his, resting his weight on her large breasts, all the while letting his hips piston in and out of her. Unlike Gordo, he didn’t really care to give Lara any orders, the simple fact that he was able to fuck something being more than enough for him. Lara’s lack of response didn’t bother him in the least, and he fucked her limp body eagerly.

Lara closed her eyes in disgust as she felt McGee’s dick pulse, warm gunk flooding into her for the second time that evening. As a result of McGee’s general incompetence in the sack and Lara’s disdain for him, her body had reacted little to the sex. Unlike Gordo, McGee didn’t find amusement in forcing Lara’s body to succumb to unwanted pleasures, being more single minded in his pursuit of gratification.

The awkward silence lasted until McGee had regained his breath. He rolled off of Lara, still in partial disbelief at his luck.
“I have a proposal to discuss with you.” The scrawny man finally uttered, cheeks flushed in excitement as one of his hands wandered over to stroke Lara’s pussy fondly.
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The next chapter, "Decisions" I have mapped out about 80%. All that is left is to decide whether I want to kill Gordo or McGee or keep both of them around. This chapter was actually a patchwork of several versions that I had, so I might have to revise it later on, but the general gist is there.

"Ace in the Hole" should be pretty intense tho, regardless of the direction I'm taking this fiction in.