Tomb Raider: The Fat Man Chronicles

So the general concensus is that Gordo should live. Figures. The story is titled Fat Man after all, and it'd be awkward to take away the namesake antagonist.

Actually, I was starting to wonder. This story has grown leaps and bounds beyond my initial vision of a simple remake of AFF author Destiney's fic "Baby Adventure's". I'm starting to think about a new title for the whole story, plus extended description on the content. It's a little conceited, yeah, but I'll still give Credit to Destiney for the original story. The thing is "Fat Man Remake" really isn't that great of a title if you judge it on its own merits. The story description is also kinda skimpy. So I want some input on whether I should be allowed to rename this story, and if I do, what I should name it as.

Thoughts on the next chapters, which I want some input on after you guys read this chapter.

1. Chapter after this one is titled "Ace in the Hole". I already have in mind what it's gonna be, but new ideas are welcome. What sort of "persuasion" do you think Lara should have to be given? By that I mean the incentive has to be much greater than what happens in this chapter.

2. ninesenshi wanted to see some piercing action, but Jack Retsevrah makes a valid point. Self piercing, especially of the genitalia, is dangerous and could lead to infections. It would be hot to see Lara get pierced, I suppose, but is it even possible to do so without someone else finding out about it?

3. I've started work on the last chapter of the story. Don't get me wrong. I have no idea how many more chapters this story is going to span. My far fetched goal is thirty, but we'll have to see if that happens or not. What I'm thinking about doing is after this sub-arc of the story is finished I can do a flash forward to the eventual vindication of Lara (her finally becoming free of control). If I do this it would set the stage for the chronological chapters to have a direction to go in e.i leads up to an ultimate conclusion. I need input on whether to do the flashback or not. I'm 50/50 on this but I know some of you prefer everything to play out chronologically and not have major spoilers or the like. So the question is should I or should I not do a flash forward to the end?

4. Since it is pretty much certain Gordo is the eventual victor, the chapter after "Ace" will be titled "A new beginning" I think it is an ironic title given that Lara will still be subject to Gordo, but one major aspect of the blackmail will have changed in this story. I'll elaborate at the end of the chapter.

With all that said, let's roll tape!

Chapter 11: Decisions
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“I hope you didn’t mind the muscle relaxants that I put in the water; I had to be sure you would hear me out before doing anything.” McGee began.

At this, Lara realized with a start why her body had been so desensitized to the sex. While she had initially attributed it to disinterest, and had made little effort to participate in her copulation with McGee, she now realized that even if she had wanted to, her body was partially numb, her muscles nearly non-responsive. It took all her effort simply to roll onto her elbows and knees, and even then she couldn’t sit up straight.

McGee’s arms wrapped around Lara’s slender waist, hoisting her backwards and straight into his lap. Lara could feel the man’s now half flaccid penis pressing against the base of her spine, smearing left over ejaculate against her skin. McGee couldn’t resist fondling her breasts as he rested her body against his own, shuddering at the feel of her smooth skin against his own. With Lara’s head resting against his shoulders, both of them looked at the opposite wall, where McGee’s personal computer was stationed.

“I intercepted the email you received today.” McGee said. Lara detected a wisp of nervousness in his voice, and stiffened slightly as the hands groping her breasts picked up pace. McGee spent a little while setting his thoughts in order, rehearsing what he had to say in his mind.

“I want to cut a deal. One that will benefit us both.” He finally said, slipping a sweaty palm down to rub against Lara’s stomach, quickly progressing to her nether regions where he slipped a finger inside and began to stroke her sloppily, as if his inexperienced foreplay was meant to placate Lara into agreeing to whatever plan he had.

“Gordo wants me dead, so he could fuck you all by himself.” McGee said, quaking slightly at his own words. His hold on Lara’s breast tightened, two fingers began to roll the hardened nipple around, making Lara winced. The finger thrusting into Lara’s vagina violated her in quick, haphazard strokes that did more to cause discomfort to her than pleasure. McGee was oblivious to all this.

“That was his plan.” Lara said as a matter-of-factly. She could have surmised as much that McGee was eves dropping on Gordo’s outgoing messages as a safety measure. A major slip up on Gordo’s part.

“If it was left up to me, I would have killed both of you.” Lara unabashedly stated. She was becoming increasingly annoyed with the man’s poor efforts at stimulating her body, and could barely conceal her disgust at being pressed against his pimply skin. From his physical reaction Lara realized that McGee was in truth scared out of his mind. Scared enough to risk calling her to his place and drug her as a precaution. She could already guess what his deal was supposed to involve.

“Hey I’m on your side here!” McGee said angrily, pulling his hands away from her privates and pushing Lara off of him. He let her fall face first into the mattress before flipping her around and crawling over to hover above her. Lara could see a mixture of anger and fear displayed on his face. McGee placed his hands on her shoulders and shoved her into the mattress, quaking as he tried to make his case.

“While you were out he had wanted to pierce your nipples and pussy and I told him it would probably be better to save that shit for later. That fat fuck is into the masochist shit and you’re obviously not going to get it easy being his pet.” McGee said.

“So you want to replace him? Well aren’t you a knight in shining armor.” Lara spat sarcastically.
McGee seemed to seize up, and for a moment a crazed look of desperation flashed across his face and Lara wondered if she had egged him on too far. Then he seemed to relax, tearing his gaze away from her stony stare and again turning his attention back to her body.

Lara laid there, not sure what to say next as McGee composed himself by diverting his attention back to the sex. He buried his face between Lara’s breast and let out a sigh of hot breath against her skin, massaging one breast and guiding his now hardening penis back into Lara’s entrance with slightly trembling fingers.
Ironically, as Gordo had done before, McGee decided that the best position for negotiating with Lara was with his dick sheathed inside her pussy. He pressed himself into her, inhaling in bliss, suddenly calmer now that his body was in the clear dominating position. Lara twitched her head to the side in displeasure.

“Alright, you’re right. I’m no hero. But let’s talk benefits. I don’t want to die, and you have no way of knowing that fatass won’t stop pushing you into doing more sick shit. He gets off on pain, I don’t. I can make the same deal he’s made with you and all I want is a quick fuck every once in a while. We’ll film whatever we do together and that will be enough. You won’t have to do any assignments. Whatever he’s making you pay him to keep quiet I’ll settle for half the amount.”

“Oh so now my body is up for auction is it?” Lara mocked, A part of her however was starting to think over McGee’s offer.

“You know I think you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever set eyes upon.” McGee mumbled through a mouthful of Lara’s breast. “I just want us to be able to make love every once in a while and have both of us enjoy it. I won’t use chains or anything. At most a dildo or two, and you don’t even have to swallow when we do oral.” He said in a tone that reeked or conceited magnanimity.

"What you want to do with my body is your business. What am I getting out of this?” Lara finally gave some ground and prompted. The deal was not much better in terms of the humiliation she was suffering by consenting to any sort of liaison with these perverted scum. But McGee’s analysis of Gordo did hit home. The depraved fat man was very demanding, and Lara realized that if she continued to play by his rules it could only get worse.

“What are you getting out of this?! A fucking better offer than what Gordo is giving you, that’s what!” McGee exclaimed. Lara’s little bit of yield did not go unnoticed by him, however, and newfound confidence suddenly coursed through him, and his cock stiffened even further. No longer able to deny its throbbing call, McGee pulled back and started sliding in and out of Lara. ‘The offer is too good to refuse.’ He thought, and decided to satisfy his lust while he let Lara make up her mind.
Groaning contently into her neck, which he suckled and kissed, McGee let his hands run free, regretting that he had but two of them to caress every inch of Lara’s silky complexion. Now that he imagined that he had made for a very convincing bargain McGee felt a little obligated to give Lara a little more physical incentive, and devoted more thought to pleasuring her.

Slowing down his thrusting, he ground deeply against Lara, trying to hit where he imagined the right nerves to be. Having cummed twice already it wasn’t too hard to restrain himself from climaxing so quickly the third time. His hands lightly massaged Lara, a deviation from the previously sloppy groping and squeezing. When the woman under him finally arched herself ever so slightly against him McGee applauded himself on at least having done something right in bed. He smiled even more when he realized that Lara was finally becoming wet, her vagina finally lubricating itself naturally for his penis; earlier on had it not been for generous use of lubricant the sex would have been exceedingly dry. McGee’s self confidence burgeoned, and for the first time ever, he looked down at Lara, and pressed his lips into hers, smothering her with a self congratulatory kiss.

Lara allowed herself to become aroused by McGee’s admittedly still poor sense of sexual prowess. It was going to be a cold day in hell before she would even fathom mentally enjoying the sex, no matter what sort of physical arousal her body experienced. She was still sorting out her thoughts when the objectionable taste of McGee’s breath oozed against her lips. A small moan of protest was mistaken by McGee for consent, and he responded by sliding his tongue into Lara’s own mouth, seeking out and entangling her own tongue.

Had Lara been physically able to, she would’ve turned her head away already, but McGee had in his zeal released his hold of her breasts and clutched her head fervently with both arms, his kiss growing increasingly wild as he drooled directly into her mouth, shedding distasteful saliva right onto her taste buds. The more Lara moaned in protest the more McGee indulged in the kiss. With his face so tightly pressed to Lara’s she was beginning to feel suffocated.

McGee’s thrusting rapidly quickened as conceit eroded his normal timidity. Lara’s struggle against his consuming lips was completely mistaken for arousal, every writhing motion she made to extricate herself from the oral invasion interpreted as active participation in the sex. His thrusts became harder as she bucked against him, her still drugged body trying in vain to pull their lips apart.

Lara felt dizzy as she struggled to breath properly. Not only was McGee not letting her gasp for breath, his vigorous hammering into her kept knocking the air out of her weakened diaphragm. Unable to force him off of her or even fight back, Lara teetered on whether to bite down on his tongue, all the while moaning ineffectual protests into his mouth. The partial asphyxiation was wearing down any resistance to the sex, and she could feel herself getting hotter with each passing second. McGee’s fast breathing washing across her face, him exhaling so fast she dimly felt fluids fly from his nose and onto her face. Lara realized that he wasn’t about to give up until his lust was sated, and she begrudgingly spent what little energy she had meeting his thrusts in the hopes of getting the intercourse over with.

A few more minutes of thrusting and McGee could feel Lara convulse around his phallus, her tight womanhood clenching around him as she neared the brink of an orgasm. Completely unaware of the fact that it was his suffocation of her that was doing the real work, McGee continued to suck on Lara’s face, drinking in the air she expelled into his mouth every time his body pumped against her.

Lara moaned loudly in a final pronunciation of her shame as she came hard against McGee, her body contorting in regretful bliss. Stars flashed across her vision, and Lara vaguely felt McGee tense up against her shaking body. He didn’t have much ejaculate left after all this, but his penis throbbed for what seemed like eternity inside Lara’s pussy before she finally felt him relax. Lara was finally able to tear herself away from his mouth, and wheezed in much needed oxygen. McGee’s head meanwhile drooped over her shoulder, and he sagged against her, utterly spent as well.

“Was it good for you too?” McGee whispered into her ear after a few moments, smugly indulging himself in the afterglow of their respective orgasms.

“I was trying to get some air, you idiot, you were smothering me.” Lara fired back. She tried to put as much vehemence and disdain into the words but the deluge of juices that she had exuded against his penis had soaked everything around their genitals clean through. This along with her panting and heavily perspiring body gave McGee anything but the intended message.

“So I’m going to take that as a yes, you’re not going to kill me. I think that leaves the only other option quite clear to you.” McGee said, nuzzling against Lara’s neck.

“Make no mistake. I’m not killing Gordo for you. I’m killing him for myself. Name a price, I’ll pay it, but there will be no sex of any kind between us after this is all over.” Said Lara.

McGee got up off of Lara so quickly that his cock exited her with a wet smack. He looked down at her resolute eyes and huffed in amusement.

“Don’t give me any of that sass. I don’t need the money. What I really want…” McGee said, straddling Lara and slipping three of his fingers into her soaked canal, “is to fuck you once a week and have something to wank off to in between. It’s not even that bad a deal. You just showed me that you enjoy it too; we’ll keep the relationship a secret just the way you like it.”

Lara hadn’t expected the bluff to work anyways, and remained silent as McGee fingered her. Now that she had been forced into an orgasm once the arousal came easily, and her sensitive pussy betrayed her dignity by continually wetting itself against McGee’s hand. Ten minutes of this and She closed her eyes in defeat as she climaxed around his hands.

“You don’t have any better choice.” McGee broke the silence, not stopping with his fingering. “I have it all thought out. We’re supposed to meet at my place at midnight on Saturday. Well since he intends to kill me there we should prepare to get him instead. I think he intends for you to do the dirty work, which means he’ll wait until we’re inside my house for you guys to take me down. Bring some strangulation device with you, and tell him it’s meant for me. When he’s inside I’ll hit him with some tranquilizers then you garrote him. Then we can haul his body back to his home, douse it in gas, and light everything up. We’ll be gone by the time people see the fire. How about it?”

McGee waited for Lara’s confirmation, but she remained mute, so he added a fourth finger to her pussy, stretching it open with each thrust. His other hand imitated what he had seen in porno flicks and began scissoring her lips in tandem. Lara couldn’t help but let out an irritated sigh as she let him have his way with her. His demands weren’t nearly as bad as Gordo, not to mention he was much less hideous than the latter. Exceedingly unattractive, yes, but nothing like the aura of repugnance Gordo was endowed with. Her disgust for McGee wasn’t anywhere near her hatred of Gordo, but in all her disdain for him she desperately did not want to say what he wanted her to say.

Somewhere between her second and third orgasm Lara suddenly had an epiphany regarding McGee’s persona. While at first she thought his trying to pleasure her body was an intended act of humiliation, just like Gordo, she suddenly saw the humor of the situation. McGee wasn’t a sadist like Gordo; on the contrary, he was under the false impression that he could seduce her into agreeing with him by pleasuring her. The idea was so laughable that Lara almost smiled. This revelation was a turn for the good, as she quickly realized that the situation was far from a stalemate. There was still ground to be gained.

McGee’s hands were tired and sore by the time he succeeded in bring Lara to her fourth orgasm that night but still she refused to say anything or to look at him. He knew that the muscle relaxant was going to wear off soon, and a small amount of fear began to tug at his mind. Still seeing no other response whatsoever from Lara, he finally crumbled.

“Fine, no blow jobs, no dildos. Just plain sex. Once a week. I’ll even get rid of the assignment timer and set the login timer for the account to a month so you don’t have to worry about it so much.” McGee said, pulling his hand out lf Lara at long last, grabbing a nearby towel and wiping both himself and Lara dry.

“I said there would be no more sex.” Lara finally opened her eyes and spoke out, watching the man’s reaction intently, seeing if that was indeed the breakeven point. His eyes narrowed, and they locked eyes for a few seconds. could see that this was as far as it got.

“What guarantees do I have you’ll hold yourself to your end of the deal?” Lara finally said, She could tell that the man was at his limit for the amount of potential sex he was willing to give up. Now she was more intent on securing his promise. McGee was much less devious than Gordo, and Lara suspected that in time she could find a way to get him out of the picture too for good. The very thought of freeing herself from continued humiliation instilled hope into her.

Recognizing the relenting tone in Lara’s voice, McGee’s entire body seemed to relax, and he drew himself up in what he thought to be an authoritative poise.

“I’ll give you a temporary password that will work until the end of next week. Once the other guy’s out of the picture you can delete everything related to him. From then onwards that’ll be one less timer you have to worry about.” The implication couldn’t have been made any clearer. Catching the look that briefly flashed across Lara’s face, he explained.

“I’ll got rid of the assignment timer right before you came, so you don’t have to worry about uploading anything from now on, but the log on timer stays. There will still be a few uploads left in the account after all the essentials have been cleared. Nothing special, just some pictures of you and the like.” He said, wording himself as discreet and non-vindictive as he could, putting just enough emphasis on the permanence of the log in timer to drive home the fact that the account will still be the source of blackmail for Lara. The only difference was change of ownership.

Lara’s limbs were starting to wake up, at long last, and she pulled the sheets over her body as she sat up in the bed. The deal looked all but set in stone. Ironically she felt a hint of jubilation this time about the blackmail, due in large to it being a step up from Gordo’s fiendish antics.

“Once a week only…” she began

“and 1000 pounds weekly wired to me for helping you get rid of Gordo.” McGee stated, making the hush money sound much less sinister than it really was.

Lara slowly nodded.

“Give me my cloths and the password.” She said, keeping herself wrapped in the sheets and making a movement to get out of bed. McGee however unsubtly snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her back.

“Of course, but later,” McGee said, leaning Lara back into the mattress and bending down to kiss her again, pleased when she didn’t turn away. Now that he had Lara’s consent to the deal he felt in complete control of the situation, and slid hurriedly under the sheets to rub up against her body. They were done discussing what she had been called here to discuss, but as far as McGee was concerned, they weren’t done doing what she had been called here to do.

“You can move now, so don’t let me do all the work.” McGee murmured as his tongue darted out to lick an earlobe. Lara suppressed an involuntary twitch, and reluctantly allowed their bodies to entwine once more as McGee’s wonder drugs kicked in, bring his manhood back into her for more satisfaction.

No longer paralyzed, she had to keep repeating to herself, ‘this is better than Gordo’ so she didn’t strangle the wretch.

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Woohoo, two updates in one week. I'm on a roll here. I haven't started work on the next ones yet but I have them mostly mapped out.

I got rid of the timed assignments because I felt having to write about them would cut into my ideas on stuff that Lara could be doing in Gordo's presence. The log in timer has been changed to a month. Within the story's context it means very little because the blackmail still works. However what it opens up is the possibility that I can have both Lara and Gordo go on her tomb raiding missions away from civilization where the sans internet factor won't hinder Fatass from working his villainy in the wilderness.

If any of you have ideas to offer up on the outdoors activities I'd be glad to hear them. I don't want to have any overlap with the Legend of Underworld games, so any outdoor settings will have to be fabricated.

Also, we're going to ignore the entire supernatural story arcs of the tomb raider series and assume Lara's tomb raiding is limited to old fashioned spelunking and fighting ordinary mercs and the like. You guys might've noticed that I have yet to mention Zip or Allister in the story, and that's because they don't exist in this continuity (although McGee was partially based on my reimagining of a physically uglier version of Allister.) All of this is out of convenience, as we can't have Natla or some other vengeful god ending the world and cutting Gordo's escapades short.