Tomb Raider: The Fat Man Chronicles

To those who still care, this is an update.

I think we all know by now that my bottom line regarding updating is that I'm lazy. That and uninspired.

I mentioned during my last update back in July regarding the directions that I was working on for this fic, but last week I had a stroke of inspiration, and pretty much scrapped every rough draft that I had up until that point, then sat down and wrote this new chapter in about three hours.

That pretty much sums up the way I work. I let my imagination run wild alot but more often than not I'm dissatisfied with my work. Those stuff that do make it into the final drawing board usually spend less time in the rough draft stage and get put up almost as soon as they're done. This chapter was no exception, although I did ask for some feedback from two of my AFF pals, you know who you are.

Here goes with the story, and I'll stick any comments + a full life update afterwards.

Chapter 13: The Shark
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“Send him in,” the voice behind the thick cloud of cigar smoke commanded. Across the room, two very brutish men in black suits opened the door to let a sulking and appropriately nervous man into the luxuriously decorated suite.

Fear of the man behind the heavy Mahogany desk, or more precisely, of the two gun wielding suits standing guard at the door, kept Gordo visibly subdued. Given any other situation, he would’ve thrown a fit.

Four hours earlier….

Lara barely got any sleep in before the vibrator inside her woke her up. As sore as her body was Lara forced herself out of bed gingerly. She glanced at Gordo, who was still snoring loudly, and shuffled towards the bathroom with much difficulty. Now that the vibrator was on it didn't matter how Lara moved. Her entire canal and her clit was flooding with arousal, and she nearly came just crossing the room and reaching the bathroom.


The normally soothing shower gave Lara no solitude now, as she struggled with the shampoo and her body, her legs quavering from the vibrator that forced orgasms out of her at increasingly short intervals. When she finally gave up and stepped out of the shower ten minutes later, she felt just as filthy and exhausted as when she had awoken up, as endorphins and heavy perspiration covered her body. The sensation would only worsen as Lara fulfilled her assigned morning duties.


Lara took small advantage of Gordo's deep sleep and used a moist towel to clean his cock as much as she dared, careful not to wake him. She was barely able to endure the vibrator, and did not want to brave the taste of Gordo’s filthy penis without at least cleaning it.

Gordo's naked and prone form gradually came out of hibernation as Lara's warm trembling mouth enveloped his half limp member, her unwilling tongue massaging it to a full erection. He hummed in approval, letting Lara pleasure him, a thin smile creeping across his face as he heard, and felt, a muffled yelp as her body quavered in ecstasy.

“Hmmm, good girl. I’m gonna cum real soon, and I want you to suck the cum from my dick. But don’t swallow it so fast. Hold it in your mouth and smear it around with your tongue.” He muttered, not even bothering to open his eyes. He could hear the vibrator’s sounds emanating from Lara’s pussy, could feel her shiver whenever she orgasmed, and could smell the sweet scent of her cum and perspiration.

Gordo grunted loudly in satisfaction as the cum flowed from his cock into Lara’s mouth, flooding her jaw as she obligingly sucked him hard. Lara uttered a muffled moan as she too came, holding back tears while she did as he asked, swathing the huge load of semen around inside her mouth. She nearly puked in the endeavor, but fought back the involuntary gag.

Gordo meanwhile had opened his eyes and watched her do all this. Scooting backwards to prop himself up against the pillows, Gordo’s dick, relieved of its morning erection, exited Lara’s mouth, leaving a small strand of semen hanging from her lips. He looked to the bedside, and was satisfied that Lara had indeed made breakfast.

“We’ll have to see how well you really cook some other time,” he joked, as he started to eat.

“Don’t swallow it until I tell you to.” He said, when Lara let out a small noise that almost sounded like a plea. He was no hurry to let Lara swallow the load of semen just yet, and let her suffer while he ate.

“I haven’t shown you the new T.V yet, have I, “ Gordo, said, motioning across the room, where a brand new flat screen television half the size of the wall had been set up. He reached over to his bedside drawer and grabbed the remote, turning it on. Immediately, the room was surrounded with the sound of Lara’s moans, and one look revealed the footage to have been taken when McGee was over for dinner. Lara closed her eyes in shame, not wanting to see the video of her being fucked by the two men. If enduring the actual act had been terrible, watching it now in third person, she was positively revolted.

“Who told you to stop watching?” Gordo said, and Lara forced herself to watch the recorded footage.

As Gordo ate, he pulled out the remote for the vibrator inside Lara’s pussy and played with it. Having watched and masturbated to the video of his double teaming Lara with McGee several times already, he was acutely aware of when Lara was made to cum in the video. Now, by controlling the intensity of the vibrator, he was able to make Lara cum at the same time as she did on screen.

“You can swallow now.” Gordo finally said, and Lara was all too quick to comply. However as soon as she did a fat hand took hold of her neck and brought her head back down onto Gordo’s crotch where, much to her dismay, a renewed erection awaited.

Lara tried to get the fellatio done with as quickly as possible, and force her tongue to caress Gordo’s cock fervently. She felt revolted with herself as his groaned in satisfaction, his dick getting harder with each passing second. She could hear herself cumming again in the T.V, and felt herself go over the edge too as Gordo flicked the vibrator to its maxed setting, the sudden increase in vibration making Lara whimper in pain. Her clit felt like it was being torn off with all the movement and throbbed intensely.

Abruptly, just as Gordo was about to blow his load, the telephone rang. Lara felt his dick twitch, and braced herself for the ejaculation. But it never came. Instead, Gordo’s penis seemed to quaver for a bit, then start to shrink in size. Lara realized that the telephone had effected Gordo’s mood, and knew that it was going to piss him off. She Removed her mouth from Gordo’s cock.

“All out of juice?” she said mockingly. She figured that as long as Gordo was going to take his frustrations out on her anyways she at least owed it to herself to ridicule him.

Gordo nearly slapped Lara, but he had a bad feeling about the phone. So instead of punishing her himself, he thumbed the vibrator to the max, drawing a stifled yelp from Lara. He reached over and grabbed the phone.

“Hello?” He said, grabbing a fistful of Lara’s hair and dragging her to the edge of the bed, where he let her fall off of and onto the mattress on the floor. She laid there, quivering, trying not to make a sound.

“Yes. Oh so now he wants to see me, huh? Well let him know that I’ve found new employment… no… what? Wait… how… you bast… okay okay fine, when. Today? But… no no that’s not what I meant. Okay I’ll be there.”

Lara couldn’t make out what the conversation was about, nor did she care, as she was now scrunched into a ball on the mattress, breathing through her teeth to cope with the vibrator as it drove her to the brink of her sanity.

She felt Gordo pull her arms behind her back and cuff them. Before she could say or do anything, he did the same to her ankles, then collared her to his bed. Without a second word, Gordo got dressed and went downstairs, and Lara was left wishing that she had asked, no, begged, him to remove the vibrator, or at least turn it down.

Now, in the present…

“Mr. Everest, you wanted to see me?” Gordo asked tentatively. He already knew why he was here, in front of his old boss, but he wasn’t sure about what was going to happen next.

“We have a problem, my friend. It seems that you have lied to me about losing those security tapes.” Everest began, his fingers drumming his desk almost in relish. Gordo couldn’t quite put a word too it, but as he blew a smoke ring, then drew another deep mouthful of is cigar, Mr. Everest almost seemed… delighted?

“I’m really really sorry Mr. Everest,” he began, putting on his best beggar’s face, which was not too hard given the two suits behind him. “I can explain…”

“No no there’s no need to explain. I’ve seen the entire recording, and you are a man of your word, it seems. Or at least for the most part.” Mr. Everest mused.

In his fervor to make use of his position over Lara’s dirty little secret, Gordo had made one massive miscalculation. He had chosen to do all his blackmailing work on the laptop given to him by his prior job. Mr. Everest, while he seldom cared about the lives of his employees, did have his technicians create a backdoor monitor to equipment given out to them. This ranged from small tracking bugs, one of which Gordo had made use of to track Lara on two occasions, to programs designed to route a copy of any information transfer from effected computers directly to Mr. Everest’s own private server.

It was no coincidence, in fact, that Gordo had first met McGee whilst working for Everest, as McGee was the chief architect behind all of Mr. Everest’s observational nets.

Needless to say, Mr. Everest was now privy to every little detail regarding Gordo’s blackmail of Lara Croft. If he had any suspicions that it was Lara Croft who had trashed his mansion a few weeks ago, he no longer needed any doubts. The question that remained, most especially in Gordo’s head, was what Everest was planning to do about it.

“Well I’m a forgiving man,” he began, putting on a well-practiced air of magnanimity. He could almost see Gordo slump in relief.

“However,” he continued, “fruits plucked from the tree grown in the garden of the land owner should rightfully belong to he who owns the land and thus the tree.”

Gordo couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He hadn’t known what to expect from his old boss, other than the usual cruelty to those who worked under him and those who wronged him. But here he was, very evidently more interested Lara than he was in Gordo’s untruthfulness.

Mr. Everest smiled thinly at Gordo’s involuntary twitch to his words, and knew that he had struck a nerve.

“I don’t know what exactly happened with McGee, nor do I have any evidence to suggest that he was a freak accident, but I think we can both agree that it is in your best interest to do what I say.” He continued, pressing his advantage. Gordo remained silent.

“Oh don’t worry. I’m not going to punish you. Rather, I suppose I must reward you for having plucked such a ripe and tempting fruit for me. So I think we can come to a mutually beneficial agreement over this, no?” he continued.

It was a glimmer of hope for Gordo, but his first impulse was to ask if Everest intended to claim Lara as his own. While he’d readily give her up to keep himself alive, he now barely remembered what it was like to be fucking the cheap whores that his former payroll could’ve supported.

“Oh don’t be like that,” Mr. Everest said, almost as if reading his mind, “I’m not so cruel as to strip a man of his most prized possession, but since we both agree that the property rights to this particular specimen should belong to me, I think the least you can do is, ehem, share?” He mused.

“Oh you are absolutely right Mr. Everest.” Gordo jumped, It was as if Christmas had come early. “If I don’t say so myself sir you are too kind to me!”

“Now now flattery isn’t your forte, my friend, so let us cut to the chase.” Mr. Everest said. He motioned for his two bodyguards to leave the room. As far as he knew only he had seen the data on Gordo’s computer, and with McGee dead he was sure no one working for him would have the skills to be snooping around. Now, with just the two of them, they can let all pretenses drop.

“This arrangement is just between the two of us, and Miss Croft of course.”

“Yes Mr…”

“Please don’t interrupt. Now I’m sure Ms. Croft would be very reluctant to let another person into her little secret, and we can be sure to expect some resistance if we don’t handle her carefully, so I’m going to tell you exactly how we’re going to break the news to her…” Mr. Everest began, with Gordo paying his every attention.

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The ballroom was littered with the usual elite of the era, tuxedos and gowns splayed across the setting by the dozen. All along the walls, antiquated and priceless relics of the ancient civilizations stood at regular intervals on luxurious marble pedestals.

In the center of the ballroom, Lara swept gracefully around the dance floor, her seventh partner of the night was a classy gentleman evidently well practiced in the dance arts. She herself was no slouch, and their legs stretched out in perfect unison as together, the pair robbed the stage of all its attention.

For the young Earl that Lara was partnered with, heaven could not have been far away, and he indulged in the occasional stolen glance at Lara’s neckline. Her very aroma was intoxicating to him, and it was a struggle to keep his hormones contained and his steps to the beat.

Lara meanwhile was fighting a similar yet infinitely more intense battle. Every other step was a battle to retain her composure, every weaving motion through the crowd threatening to stagger her. Unlike the Earl, however, this had nothing to do with the dancing skills nor the charm of man opposite her. For Lara, this was the result of some very real physical malignancy.

Unseen by the casual observer and even better covered up by Lara’s immense self control, the steely vibrator continued its subtle work inside her vagina, its soft buzzing completely inaudible in the din of the setting. Like its immediate predecessor, this vibrator was also doubly locked, both magnetically and mechanically, against Lara’s clitoris, which had long since healed from its initial piercing a month earlier but has only grown, much to her chagrin, even more sensitive to external stimulation.

Her juices from the many orgasms she already sustained throughout the evening had long since flowed down her legs and reached her heels, where It was discarded in tiny droplets with each step across the dance floor, luckily going unnoticed as no one looking at Lara was paying attention to her feet. The temperature and humidity of the room was conveniently accommodating of Lara’s perspiration, doing a fine job of drying her off, and the inside layer of her outfit had been liquid proofed so she wasn’t staining her dress. The smell of sex permeating her body was barely concealed with perfume, although the pheromones she gave off still drove the men near her mad with desire.

Lara had no idea where Gordo was, and even more so had no idea what the hell she was doing there.

Four weeks ago, after Gordo had gotten back from wherever the phone call had beckoned him, he had uncharacteristically freed Lara of her shackles and told her to go straight home, and to wait for his next assignment.

So Lara had waited, and as per Gordo’s instructions kept up with the ministration of her own body. To her puzzlement, the sole assignment that she was given, and performed with relatively few hesitations, was keeping a video log of her daily exercises. On assignments of the more sexual nature, Gordo gave her nothing, other than the very explicit order of zero self-pleasuring. Lara of course had no problem with this either, since Gordo’s repulsive image seemed to ingrain itself in her mind every time she felt even a stir of arousal. If he wasn’t physically there to force her into experiencing pleasure, Lara had no intention of thinking about Gordo any more than she had to.

This assignment, delivered in written form and with all the essential tools in the mail, had therefore hit Lara as a surprise, as she had almost come to believe that Gordo had grown tired of her. Thus she had found herself readying for the first outing into the circle of upper class socialites that she could remember being to since her late father was no longer around to force her to go.

The metal vibrator came with a matching set of clitoris barbells, which Lara was instructed to replace her current set with. The new set proved to be even less accommodating, as once the two ends were rather large metal spheres that, when inserted and snapped into place, gave off a tiny digitized sound that hinted at an electronic locking mechanism, meaning self removal was most likely impossible. The vibrator itself, although Lara was unable to dismantle and investigate further, looked to be even closer to the functionality of a real human penis, as it had a hole at the end mimicking the real thing that Lara suspected was not put there for mere aesthetic reasons. Once inserted, the back plate of the vibrator resonated with the clit piercing and two clasps latched onto the ends of the barbell.

Almost immediately the vibrations started, and once Lara was dressed and all made up, she was chauffeured to the party, pleasured the entire way be the vibrator, half expecting Gordo to be waiting there for her. But he wasn’t, and instead she had to contend with the multitudes of men, both young and old, that wished to have her hand in a dance.

It must’ve been around her twentieth dance that the vibrations suddenly started to get worse. At first Lara attributed it to the Champaign that she had taken to stench the dehydration of her body from her loins, but quickly she realized that the increase in intensity was definitely real, and was rapidly escalating.

As the current number hadn’t ended yet, Lara couldn’t break away from her partner without offending him, so she gritted her teeth and forced a smile, continuing the dance even as her legs were starting to feel like jelly.

Barely composed enough to bow to her partner afterwards, Lara excused herself promptly before she was asked to dance again, and headed for the restroom. This was all within the scope of Gordo’s instructions, and she found the one with the “closed for maintenance” sign quickly, and making sure no one was looking, opened the door and stepped in.
“You sick bastard,” was Lara’s first words, as her knees buckled, nearly sending her to the floor as she placed a hand against the wall to steady herself.

“Fuck you too bitch, I’m not exactly thrilled about this either,” came the voice that Lara had expected. Apparently a month apart was not nearly long enough, and the familiarity of the voice was sickening.

Lara looked up to see Gordo leaning against the opposite wall, dressed in a janitor’s garb, a mop in one hand and a remote in the other. Next to him was a large pushcart full of cleaning utensils and a big garbage bin. He was staring hungrily at Lara, and even though his belly half concealed it there was no mistaking the bulge inside his pants.

“What do you want?” Lara said, suddenly suspicious at Gordo’s words. She tried and failed to straighten herself up, the pleasure was too much to bear. Gordo meanwhile had walked around her to lock the door.

“ As much as I’d like to tie you to the sink and fuck you senseless, I gotta play by the rules too, and looks like it’s time for you to pay for pissing the wrong person off.” he said, before thumbing a button on the remote.

Lara felt a sudden explosion of warmness inside of her, and in a heartbeat realized that the vibrator had just shot some sort of liquid into her.

“What the bloody hell was that?” She began, taking a step towards Gordo, who said and nothing, instead, he moved the slider on the remote all the way to one end, and Lara could no longer remain on her feet as she fell to her knees, scrunched over as her hands grabbed her crotch, trying futilely to control even a little of the overwhelming influence exerted over her by the vibrator, which at this point almost threatened to jump out of her pussy if it weren’t for it being latched onto her clit, instead jerking it in every which way mercilessly.

Lara opened her mouth to cry out on ecstasy as she came, but Gordo had circled around her and now wrapped a hand around her mouth, taking advantage of her vociferation by slipping a red ball gag into her. Lara couldn’t have stopped him even if she wanted to, her body bucking wildly as Gordo hoisted her to his shoulders, carrying her over to the cleaning cart. Lara wanted to ask what Gordo was going to do to her, but she was beginning to feel feint, and her body was just so weak… so weak.

The last thing Lara saw before passing out was the lid of the garbage bin, which she had just been dumped into, sealing off all visible light. For a few seconds she was still aware in the darkness of the trashcan, then a different sort of darkness took her, and she struggled no more.

To be continued...
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