Tomb Raider: The Fat Man Chronicles

Hey all, it’s been a while. I have no excuses for the long hiatus in writing other than me enjoying my life a little bit too much and getting lazy with writing. The other day however I sat down and played through the entire Tomb Raider: Underworld game in one sitting and it suffices to say watching Lara move on my 24” screen has reinvigorated my interest in imagining her nekked XD

Hopefully there are still a few of you left in AFF that appreciate my writing, and if that’s the case I hope you’ll enjoy this chapter and give me the usual critical feedback that I love.

I’ve more or less settled on making Gordo’s background American based. This more of a technical convenience as yours truly is from the states and is generally unfamiliar with British lingo. My thought process runs in Americanese and even though I have no problem depicting things in metric, it’s annoying when I put down “eight inch penis” then immediately do a double take and think “that’d be… 20.32 centimetres in UK”

So from now on, Gordo’s thought process and the story narrative will be unapologetically state side (my native Wisconsinese) to make it easier for me. I’ll try to portray Lara to the best of my phony knowledge of British lingo/stereotypes, but if any of you are based in UK feel free to correct me if I’m way off. As for the measurements, chances are I’ll be interspersing between metric and imperial, so don’t be too put off please.

I’ve chosen Esher’s common as the setting for Gordo’s residence based purely on Google maps, and I have no knowledge of the actual places depicted in this chapter. The choice was based solely on map location (Lara being in Essex by canon and Esher’s common being between Essex and London).

Chapter 12: Ace in the Hole Part I
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Noon on Saturday, Gordo had Lara meet him in the woods of Esher common, near his home. Earlier that morning Gordo had called Lara and given her very specific
instructions pertaining to how they were going to meet up, not giving any reason for why he was moving their meeting time up a full eight hours. Now, he sat
in a rented semi truck, parked just off the road. Lara, dressed entirely in black and wearing a tinted helmet, rode up to the truck, the back of which was
opened and had a ramp attached. She pushed her bike into the back of the truck, as she did, Gordo clambered up the ramp behind her.

“Get on your knees, face the front of the truck and put your hands where I can see them.” He said, gun in hand. Lara silently allowed Gordo to cuff her hands
behind her, making no motion as he quickly frisked her body. Satisfied that she was unarmed, Gordo reached over and placed a fat hand against Lara’s helmet,
but didn’t pull it off. Instead, he turned her head to the side to expose her slender neck. holding it there with one hand while the other hand grabbed
something from his pocket. Lara didn’t put up any resistance, and allowed Gordo to inject her with a syringe before letting go of her. Getting out of the
back of the truck, Gordo loaded up the ramp, and with one last glance, shut Lara in the darkness. Almost immediately, Lara felt herself becoming faint.

Lara woke up inside Gordo’s basement, bound upright and spread eagled. Gordo had stripped her clothes off, and was nowhere in sight. While she waited, Lara
mauled over her plans for the night.

She was interrupted by a hand that slid from behind her around her waist to slowly push two fat fingers against her pussy. Another reached around to cup one
of her breasts, kneading it leisurely. Gordo’s vast belly pressed up against the small of Lara's back, pressing her body tightly to his own with his hands.
Lara could feel Gordo’s sticky hot breath wafting against her neck, and held back a shudder as its aroma drifted up to her.
“Hmm,” Gordo mumbled, nuzzling against the side of her face, his fingers parting Lara’s labia and stroking up and down them steadily. Lara knew better than
to tense up her body in resistance, and offered up no fight as she wearily surrendered her pussy to his ministrations. She let her entire body relax, letting
Gordo have his way with it, staring straight ahead and remaining perfectly still, even when Gordo’s fingers pried her clit from under the clitoral hood and
began to roll it between his thumb and index finger. The sensitive nub reacted accordingly, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through Lara’s spine. Blood
flushed into it, and the more Gordo stimulated it, the larger it became, and when he finally released it to go back to work with Lara’s lips, the reddened
nub remained protruding, begging against Lara’s will to be molested some more.

Gordo alternated his fingering methods, working Lara’s body continuously until she began to involuntarily arch against his hands, pleasure rapidly building
towards a climax.

“How would you like your nipples pierced, bitch? Vertically or side to side?” came Gordo’s voice from behind Lara, startling her.

“W…what?” Lara uttered, confused and taken back.

“I said…” Gordo repeated, now coming around from behind Lara to face her, “How would you like your tits pierced, you disobedient bitch!” In his hands he held
a piercing gun.

“What… I… I didn’t do anything!” Lara exclaimed, wide awake now and uneasy.

Gordo didn’t answer. Instead, he took the piercing gun, positioned it against one of Lara’s nipples, and pulled the trigger.

“Wrong answer.” He said, as Lara hissed in pain. He kept the trigger held down, and pulled it towards him, Lara’s still attached nipple lifting her breast
away from her.

“Well I suppose we’re sticking with side to side.” He said, twisting the gun slightly, eliciting a small cry of protest from the bound girl before releasing
the trigger, letting her breast fall back into place. Small beads of blood collected around the exit wounds on Lara’s nipple. “New question. Did you follow
the instructions on the DVD?” He asked.

“Bloody hell! I did all the assignments! I did everything I was supposed to AHHHHHHHHH!!” Lara’s agitated chatter was cut short as Gordo squeezed a wedge of
lemon against the newly pierced nipple, at the same time firing the piercing needle into Lara’s other nipple.

“Are you sure you did everything I told you to do? What about the things I told you not to do?”

“I…” Lara begin, before inhaling in true fear as Gordo bent down with the piercing gun, spreading her lips apart with his fingers and revealing her clitoris.

“NO!!! STOP!!! I…. I was at… “ Lara began.

“McGee’s house?” Gordo said, finishing her sentence.

“I…. yes… but… “ Lara began, aghast that Gordo knew where she had been.

“A GPS tracking device inside your bike.” Gordo said curtly. “I ask the questions, you give me the answers.” He commanded. Lara stayed silent.

“Why were you at McGee’s house?”

“He told me to go there. He AHHHHHHHHHHHHH” Lara said as the needle passed through the most sensitive bundle of nerves on her body. Gordo allowed her scream
to wither into strangled sobs before he released her clit from the gun.

“He tells you to go and you just went So you were at his place, and you guys had a nice sit down chat session, did you?”

“He…. Wanted sex… “ Lara said.

“And what else did he want?”

“That’s all, he just wanted sex I swear to AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

Gordo pinched the wedge of lemon around Lara’s clit, keeping it there until Lara’s screams degenerated into aggravated whimpers. Tears pooled in her eyes as
she sucked in air through clenched teeth, trembling with each breath.
“I send the email telling you my plans to kill him tonight, and he just happens to ask you to his place the same day for a quick fuck?” He sneered, crushing
the lemon around punctured nerve bundle.

“I… he… “ Lara tried to come up with a plausible explanation through all the pain, but suddenly realized that Gordo might somehow already know that McGee had
intercepted his email to Lara. That would have explained why he chose to contact her via phone and move their meeting time this far ahead of schedule.

“I might not know if you’re telling the entire truth, but bitch your body reacts in such a way that I know for certain when you lie.” Gordo bragged. Finally
removing the lemon wedge, which he had by now squeezed dry. Lara clit, blood shot and reddened from the abuse, slowly receded back under her clitoral hood,
and she winced but did not vocalize her agony.

“What did he want you to do against me?”

“He… didn’t want to die.” Lara said. Gordo allowed her to finish the sentence before pressing a finger into her pussy again and digging against her clit.

“That’s not the question.” He stated insipidly, torturing the hyper-sensitive wound.

“He…. Wanted me to kill you instead of him… “ Lara finally fessed up and blurted out, knowing it was futile to refuse to answer.

“See?” Gordo said, removing his finger and reaching up to wipe the tears away from Lara’s cheeks. “Was that so hard to admit? Now tell me. What did he offer
you in return for helping him against me?”

“He got rid of the assignment timer. From now on I don’t have to submit anything into the account.” Lara informed Gordo, clenching her jaw tight in
anticipation for a predicted explosion of fury and pain.

“And the log in timer?” Gordo’s eyes narrowed.

“Lengthened to a month,” Lara whispered, closing her eyes and bracing herself in preparation for the pain. She most relieved when Gordo didn’t do anything to
the like, instead continuing with his last question.

“I see… how did he plan to kill me?”

Seeing no point in stalling Gordo, Lara unabashedly told him about McGee’s plan to shoot him with a tranquilizer dart, and then strangle him in his sleep and
burn down his house. Gordo listened intently, a corner of his mouth twitching. When Lara had finished, he leaned his head downwards to whisper into her ear.

“Open your eyes, and keep them opened.” He command. Lara did as she was told.

“Take a good look around you, and take a good look at me.” Gordo said, cupping Lara’s head firmly in his greasy palms, using two fingers from each hand to
pry her eyelids wide apart. He then gurgled a little, then spat directing into her left eye, his wad of spittle splashing right against her cornea. Lara
reflexively wanted to blink, but Gordo’s fingers kept he eyelids from closing, and he spat again into her other eye.

“Keep them open. And stare straight ahead” Gordo commanded again, removing his fingers. When he saw that Lara was able to keep her eyes open, he smiled,
running a hand through her hair in approval. Gordo’s spittle, still sticky with whatever he had had for lunch, remained plastered against Lara’s eye,
clouding her vision.

“Now this is what you’re supposed to be like.” Gordo said, leaning forward to kiss Lara’s forehead. He let her struggle for a few more seconds before
grabbing her head again, this time bring his mouth to hover right above one of her eyes.

“Here, I’ll clean that off for you for being such a good girl, so you can see clearly who your master is.” He said, before sticking out his tongue and
licking Lara’s eye in full. He was pleased at how her eyelids trembled, but still kept themselves wide open. He indulged in slurping his tongue against
Lara’s eye for a few more seconds, then brought his attention to the other eye and did the same.

Lara could scarcely believe what was happening as she allowed herself to be toyed with. She didn’t even know if Gordo was doing this for sexual excitement or
just to humiliate her, but she did know that her nipples and her clit were still throbbing with pain, and that this was far from the worst that could be
happening.

Gordo finished licking Lara’s eyes and kissed her deeply, sticking his tongue into her mouth and wrestling her own tongue for a few moments before turning
around and leaving her hanging there, this time exiting the basement for real. Lara waited until he had shut the door behind him to blink her eyes madly.

Gordo returned with a sausage shaped device. He got behind Lara and ordered her to relax her buttocks before slowly pushing the object into her anus. He then
stuck a dildo into Lara’s butt, using it to push the object deeper past her rectum. When that was done he undid the restraints around Lara’s ankle, and with
her cooperation, slipped a new leather thong with a vibrator attached to up her legs. Lara could feel the object inside her vividly.
“I’m only going to explain this once, “ Gordo said, turning the vibrator on and inserting it into Lara, pulling the thong straps around her at the same time.
“I’ve put an anal bomb into you. Unless I diffuse it, it will explode if removed or tampered with. You are going to help me kill McGee tonight, or when the
battery runs out on the bomb, which will be in 24 hours, your pretty little ass will be split into some very fancy patterns on the floor.” He got the nod of
confirmation from Lara before releasing her hands as well.

“Now, shall we go pay our friend a nice visit?” Gordo insinuated as he clipped a bra around Lara's breast, smirking when she yelped in pain as two concealed
alligator clips within the bra clamped down on Lara's tender nipples.

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A few hours later, shortly after sundown Lara had showed up at McGee's residence, well before the official midnight meeting was to take place. With a little
effort, she convinced him to partake in a quick bout of sex, telling him Gordo wasn't going to be there for another three hours. The sight of Lara alone was
enough to get the scrawny lowlife's blood boiling, and after going over their soon-to-be-defunct plan for eliminating Gordo, McGee peeled the clothes off of
Lara faster than she could've done on her own, like a puppy going for its bone. The living room quickly became filled with the aroma of sweat and other
bodily fluids being exchanged.

In all his haste, McGee could scarcely get himself into Lara before he prematurely ejaculated, and he cursed as his overly excited dick spewed its load of
cum into Lara's snatch well ahead of his intended schedule.

"That about sums up your abilities in bed," Lara couldn't resist mocking, as McGee pulled out of her and started rummaging through his closet for his pills.

"Shut up," McGee said, smiling nonetheless as he found the pills.

"Go get me some water," he ordered Lara, slapping her ass as she briskly walked passed him and for the kitchen.

'Sure thing you git' Lara thought, 'Makes my job easier' She almost felt a twinge of pity for McGee as she poured him a glass of water in the kitchen, and
slipped three blue pills into them, stirring the glass until they dissolved.

"What happened to your nipples?" McGee asked as Lara brought him the water glass. even in the dim light her newly pierced and deeply reddened nips were
clearly out of the ordinary.

Lara pointed at her bra, strewn across the floor. McGee picked the attire up and looked it over. He spotted the clips inside.

"Quite the masochist yourself, aren't we." McGee said in amusement, as he swallowed his pills and emptied the entire glass. He couldn't tell that Lara's nipples had only been recently pierced, attributing the redness to the clips inside the bra. As for Lara's swollen clit, McGee was too eager to continue their trist, sloppily prodding his flaccid member into Lara as he waited for his next erection. He didn't have to wait long.

'Oh boy,' Lara thought as the spongy mass inside her quickly begin to engorge itself, 'this is going to hurt'.

As she was soon proven correct, Lara found herself gasping in pain as an invigorated McGee pistoned into her, throwing himself against her crotch, and Lara
realized the sinister intent behind Gordo's plan.

Instead of keeping Lara in his own personal dungeon all night to punish, Gordo was instead going to let the very act of fucking McGee become his retribution
against Lara, as she reaped the product of aggressive sex with an injured clitoris and nipples, which was more cause for pain than pleasure.

At the same time, Gordo's plan for killing McGee was being carried out, as the overdose of ecstasy flowing through McGee's veins, which he inadvertently
magnified with Viagra, was turning him into a vicious and mindless fuck machine. Lara’s arms wrapped tightly around McGee’s neck, struggling against his
animal like bucking. McGee wildly fucked Lara, his body having gone into overdrive as soon as the drugs began to set in. Her pained cries fell upon deaf ears
as he hammered into her relentlessly, his entire body seized up in an erotic frenzy.

Lara was sure her newly pierced clit was bleeding, and even without having taken ecstasy her body was hyper stimulated from the aggressive sex and the
damaged nerves in her clit. The vibrator inside her ass helped stimulate both their bodies even more, and McGee’s haphazard grunts of pleasure bled into her
ear as he thumped against her, his profuse body sweat drenching both of them. White goo pooled and squelched from where he was buried to the hilt against
her, sickeningly loud.

"St...stop...ow...ah..ahhh..." Lara whimpered as the agonizing sex overwhelmed her. She soon lost track of the number of times she came, and the room became a blurr as tears welled up in her eyes.

McGee heard none of this as he slammed himself into Lara’s abdomen, trying to fuck her brains out, and she moaned as her lips quivered, the endless stimulation of her sore canal and injured clit yielding another painful climax, sending jolts of pleasure and pain up Lara’s spine. She grunted, wrapped her legs around McGee’s waist from underneath him as she continued to fuck him, gritting her teeth against the overwhelming rush of unwanted and painful sexual arousal. McGee roared as he also climaxed, and as he spurted voluminous amounts of semen into Lara his heart stopped, burnt out from over exertion. His legs kicked out violently in his death throes, gradually reduced to irregular spasm, finally stopping as the rest of his body relaxed against Lara. His bladder emptied directly into her womb, hot urine flushing against her walls to mix with his semen.

Lara panted wearily, tears streaming out of her eyes from pain and despair. McGee wouldn’t be missed, and Lara would've hardly call him her last vestige of
hope to getting rid of Gordo. That would have been giving him too much credit. But she knew that this entire incident has only served to solidify Gordo’s
grip on her life, and that was a depressing state of affairs.

‘Get a grip on yourself, Lara’ She told herself, as she rolled McGee’s lifeless body off of herself. ‘There will be other opportunities. I just have to keep
the fat man happy until his guard lowers.’ She shuddered at the thought.

Gordo checked to see if the camera's in the neighborhood had been disabled, and stored nothing of his or Lara's existence near McGee's residence. Prior to
Lara's first visit to Gordo's house, McGee had pulled off an ingenious trick in having tapped into the public surveillance system and hijacked all the CCTV's
near his and Gordo's homes. Now, on command from a remote location, Gordo was able to run a faux video feed through the cameras showing no activities in
proximity, so that his and Lara’s coming and going wouldn’t be noticed by the authorities.

His dick was about as hard as granite, having watched everything that had transpired within McGee’s home via his own embedded camera that Lara had obligingly
placed before engaging the late computer hacker in sex. He smiled as Lara rolled onto her knees, McGee’s urine and cum spilling out of her nether regions. He
got out of the car and headed for the door.

Lara, disheveled, teary, and covered in sweat, semen and urine, was in dire need of a shower and rest, but got neither as Gordo entered the house just as she was standing up. He squatted down and checked McGee for a pulse. Feeling nothing, he undid his fly, allowing his engorged member to spring free, and had Lara relieve his libido. With a fistful of Lara’s hair in his hands, he pumped her head vigorously against his cock, forcing her onto her knees as he sat on McGee’s couch, It didn’t take much for him to cum, and he loudly sprayed a hefty load into her mouth. Temporarily satisfied, he had Lara help him redress McGee in his cloths and moved his body to a sitting position on the couch.

He had Lara lead him to McGee’s room, where he produced handcuffs and secured her to the bedpost.

“Good, now let’s take care of that bomb.” He said, and had Lara strip off her pants. Pulling a small remote out of his pocket, Gordo entered the disarming
key code.

“The bomb is off now, we’ll have to take that out later,” he said, before turning around and checking out McGee’s computer.

After much exploration, Gordo realized that with McGee dead, the changes he made to the blackmailing account were permanent. While he was able to access
McGee’s private account and disable Lara’s access to his own account as well as transfer the naked photos of her that McGee had taken on Wednesday night over
to his own account, Gordo couldn’t figure out to reset the assignment timer, nor could he change the month long countdown of the log in timer.

“Well I guess we’ll just have to be more creative in our time together, won’t we, Lara” Gordo teased the shackled Lara on the bed. He made sure he had full
access to the account, and that anything McGee had saved on his computer with Lara in it were wiped clean. He made a note to himself to take the computer home with him.

“This where you slept with McGee?” he asked, pointing to the bed Lara was on. She nodded.

“Well I’d be a fool to miss out on what he had.” Gordo said, uncuffing her and telling Lara to strip, removing his own cloths before joining her in bed.

“How many times did he shoot into you?”

“Tonight?” Lara asked. Gordo smirked.

"Combined with Wednesday." he said.

"Ten times", Lara said, Gordo twitched.

"Obviously he had help," he said, refering to McGee's use of medication.

“And how many times did you cum?” He continued.

“..." Lara hesitated. As a matter of fact, she wasn't entirely sure. She knew she had orgasmed five times on Wednesday as opposed to McGee's four, but earlier that night she had been on the brink of inebriation from the torturous bout of sex.

"Did you cum more often than he did?" Gordo asked, deliberately hushed and seemingly threatening. Lara nodded. There was no denying that fact, and Gordo probably would've guessed regardless.


“So in other words you had more fun than he did?” Gordo insinuated, malicious intent dripping from his voice. Lara knew he was looking for an excuse for torturing her again.

“He was better than you” She said blandly, lying through her teeth about McGee’s sexual aptitude to spite Gordo. There was no point begging him, and as
resigned as Lara was to her current state of affairs she still taunted Gordo. Inwardly she hoped that the thought of the dead man trumping his prowess in bed
would stick to his mind. At the moment, whatever Gordo was going to do her there was nothing she could do to stop him. Down below, her clit burned with an
intensity that drowned out all other sensations.

The few choice words worked wonders, and Lara saw a trace of annoyance flash across Gordo’s face. This however was immediately followed by the trademark look
of hunger that Lara now knew all too well.

“Ah, well I suppose we can all forget and forgive, but it’s going to be your job to make me forget about your selfish night of fun.” Gordo mused.
Lara was right to think she had hit a raw nerve in insulting his manhood. Although he’ll never admit it, Gordo made it his goal that evening to force his
captive woman to the point of utter sexual overload.

The shoddy spring box of McGee’s bed received its last and final abuse that night, as two bodies, one lithe and helpless, the other obese and violent,
expended a gratuitous amount of sexual energy

If Lara had been coherent after the excruciating eighth orgasm with Gordo, she would have remembered how a metal set of barbells were attached to her swollen clit and nipples. Already exhausted from fucking McGee, she had been forced to ride Gordo's fat cock until she passed out, and even after losing unconsciousness Gordo's daunting display of sexual stamina continued to impress itself upon her body. Under his heavy strokes, Lara's limp form continued her services to Gordo, climaxing twice more as he finished fucking her, then continuing its unending string of orgasms as Gordo fed two large vibrators into Lara before loading her into the car.

Shorty afterwards, the entire house went up in flames, destroying all evidence of what had transpired there that night. In a few days, the autopsy report for
McGee would grace London newspapers as “Man Dies In House Fire” Gordo had been careful in his staging of McGee’s downfall, and the charred remains of the
misfortunate lowlife provided only enough for the autopsy to suspect a drug overdose, courtesy of Gordo’s plan.

Lara couldn’t remember the fire at all. By the time she regained consciousness, she was back in Gordo’s residence, being smeared with aphrodisiac in preparation for bed. By then, the new metal ornaments already adorned her nips and clit. Grossly dehydrated, she willingly accepted copious amounts of salinated water from Gordo, even though she knew it was laced with more aphrodisiac.

"Oh give me a break." she spat as soon as she was able to form words, her aching but ever-aroused body hanging limp from the chains in his basement.

"Well I'm off to bed, but I thought to leave you with a few instructions." Gordo said. He pulled out a new vibrator and shoved it into Lara. This one had a
clasp at the end that magnetically latched onto the ends of the barbell on Lara's clit, and she whimpered through her teeth as it snapped home.

"Saw this the other day and couldn't resist" Gordo said as he stuck a small key into the vibrator and turned it, locking the rod in place against the barbell in Lara's clitoris. After that, he unchained her and led her to the bedroom. The connection between the vibrator and Lara's pierced clit prevented it from falling to the floor, and with the weight of the rod pulling against her clit, every step for Lara sent pained shivers up her spine. Gordo herded her upstairs roughly on purpose so as to not allow Lara to cushion her steps. Lara let out a small cry when she stumbled near the top of the steps, the movement jolting the vibrator and her clit so much that she came, her juices glistening her lips and smearing into her inner thighs as Gordo forced her to continue the trek to his bedroom. Lara could only imagine the stimulation she would receive if the vibrator were to be turned on.

"This vibrator will go off at seven o' clock sharp in the morning. When it does, go shower and clean yourself up. There's microwaveable food in the kitchen so even a rich whore like you should be able to make me breakfast. You will be my alarm clock for tomorrow, and I want you to wake me up at eight o' clock by sucking my dick.

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Thoughts on this chapter: in general, I’m running out of vocabulary and angle of attack. I realize that I have a lot of writing quirks and favored wording resulting in a lot of pseudo cloned sentences that appear in many chapters. Especially regarding the sex scenes, I tend to approach each scene as if I was drafting a BDSM script for a movie/slasher flick. The result can be a mixed bag, so any review regarding my writing style in particular would be appreciated.

And before anyone corrects me, yes I know that upon death a victim not only empties his/her bladder but also the bowels. But I really did not want to bring scat (shit) into the story, so this little artistic license will have to dodge reality, just like Lara’s superhuman endurance to sexual abuse. :P

Hope you enjoyed this update, and review as necessary.