Tomb Raider: The Fat Man Chronicles

Hurrah! A massive stroke of inspiration. Now I actually know how this piece is going to end. And not just some vague ideas and brainstorms either. I literally know how Lara escapes this hell that I've created for her.



That doesn't mean that I plan to end this fic anytime soon of course. I intend for it to run at least 20 chapters, or as long as I can keep the sex varied and interesting.



Special thanks to Bitamin717 who betad this. Him being a fellow writer we tend to focus more on the idea and concept aspect of our fics. If there's any of you out there who are absolutely anal about grammar and writing fluency however do shoot me your email so I can get some much needed proof reading in. When I'm writing a new chapter I almost always end up moving/adding/deleting large sections around to switch up the flow. Sometimes this leaves continuity errors, which I don't pick up unless someone tells me.



Any excuse I will make regarding my lateness in updating will just be rehashes of old excuses, so I won't make them. Instead I'll just say this. If you want to speed up my process then feel free to email me your ideas or requests for specific types of sex. You can even draft an outline of what you want to see happen. I'm not asking for any ghostwriters since that isn't my thing, but as always, more brains are better than one, so tips are welcome.







Chapter 14: Those that came before.

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Again, much to her aversion, Lara awoke in an entirely unfamiliar place, with little freedom over her movement. The leather cuffs that bound her hands above her head and her legs spread eagled to the edge of the bed were well designed, and even though they discomfited Lara with immobility they did not break her skin nor caused rashes the way that being bound by Gordo had.



Before Lara could take in her surroundings, a familiar voice greeted her.



“Good evening Lara.” Lara’s eyes pivoted to the source of the sound and found, to her horror, a tall, elderly man in his late 50’s that stood attired in a lush velvet bathrobe not five feet from the bed, a wisp of smoke rising from the cigar he held in one hand.



“Everest, what the bloody hell are you doing, untie me this instant!” She snapped. She knew this man, all too well.



“My my, Lara,” the man sniggered, his bearing suddenly a lot less airy and formal, “you’ve always been the feisty one, running amok while your father and I had one of our many discussions.”



Lara’s arms snapped against the restraints as the man drew near to the bed, soon towering over her bound form. He took a final puff of the cigar before snubbing it in the ashtray on the bed stand.



He gave Lara no chance for a retort, swooping down on her and inserting a ball gag into her lips just as she opened them to speak. After securing the gag, his attention became riveted to her body, and he assailed her with a hungry fervor that suggested that he had been looking forward to this day for a long time.



“You’ve proven to be a complete embarrassment of your birthright, m’dear, even though I must say you’ve grown into a beautiful woman.”



Lara twitched as a hand slid up her inner thigh to caress her bared lips underneath her dress, only realizing then that the vibrator had been removed. The minute a finger found an end of the barbell that was attached to her clit however, Lara knew that something was wrong with her body as a wave of abnormally strong ecstasy swept past her defenses, sending her back arching off of the bed.



“Hehe, that Gordo, always with his toys and gadgets.” Everest mused to himself. Although vibrators certainly did the trick when one wanted to make a women aroused, the power of medicine and a deft human touch is what really made them succumb to pleasure. His fingers danced at the entrance of Lara’s womanhood, teasing it yet never venturing far past its inviting lips.



“I can see where you get it from,” he said, sliding the hand further up into the dress to stroke Lara’s abdomen. “Your father shared your irritating tendencies regarding our mutual love for the antiquities”



With that, Everest took a firm hold of Lara’s dress with his free hand, and in one motion ripped it from her body, the attire having been designed to come off easily for this exact purpose. Cool air washed over Lara’s body as she gave a muffled protest.



“Hehe, I wonder what your old man would say if he knew I was here with you.” Everest said, straddling Lara, still clad in his bathrobe. He was clearly nude beneath the robe, as she could feel his sac resting at her entrance, and a very erect penis rubbing up against her stomach. Still gagged, she couldn’t offer a response even if she had one, and could only close her eyes in humiliation as Everest’s mouth closed around one of her breasts, his tongue swirling around her areolas before flicking against the nipple.



In her captivity at Gordo’s place Lara’s breast had received ample attention from Gordo’s mouth, but that did little to prepare her for Everest, whose tongue trounced Gordo’s in every way imaginable. With skill that clearly exuded abundant experience, Lara felt as if the breast Everest was set upon was melting away under his influence. When Everest move onto the other breast, a draft of cold air hit the one he just left like an electric shock. The newly exposed nipple, having been removed from the warm embrace of his tongue, now throbbed so much that it was painful.



The cycle repeated itself as Everest’s hands and mouth moved from place to place on Lara’s body, inciting the same sort of response each time. Not before long, every part of her was resisting her own will, begging to be abscond with Everest’s tongue or fingers, and it was all Lara could do to keep from moaning as Everest removed her gag and covered her mouth with his own. Before she knew what she was doing, her own tongue was coiled around Everest’s own, and his arm had wrapped around her waist and pulled her up against his own body.



Abruptly, one of the many alarms that were going off in the back of her head finally reached her, and Lara realized, with horror, what she was doing. Her first response was to bite down on the tongue invading her oral cavity, but by then her body had already telegraphed her mental state, and Everest, having felt the woman’s sudden stiffening, quickly withdrew from the kiss, pushing Lara back down against the bed as he straightened up.



“You…” Lara managed to gasp before the gag was slid back in its place, sealing off any words.



“Oh you naughty girl,” teased Everest, “And oh yes I know you’ve been naughty. You know, even if Richard and I had our disagreements, he was never so rude as to barge into my home and steal from my collection.” Two hands wandered over her body, massaging everything from her collarbone to the small of her back. Lara tried to stiffen her body to fight off the man, but he knew his way around a woman, infinitely more than Gordo did. This man was old enough to be her uncle and Lara’s disgust for him haven’t abated one bit, but at this point her entire body was sending her all sorts of defiant signals, her ribcage quivering as Everest traced a finger along its length. Parts of Lara’s body that she never thought to be erogenous were now inflamed with arousal.



When she was given a second chance at vocalization, Lara was strangely silent. As the gag was removed, she was literally speechless, and merely swallowed the accumulation of saliva in her mouth, avoiding Everest’s eyes. Try as she might, there was no retort or insult she could muster that wouldn’t be contrary to what her body really said.



The one thing she did manage to do was resist the kiss that Everest laid on her, turning her head away from.



“Don’t make things more difficult than it has to be, Lara” Everest chided. This time he didn’t gag Lara again, although soon she wished that he had, when he finally moved into position to thrust into her body.



Orgasm had never been a screaming affair for Lara, and since her descent into Gordo’s private hell she though she was well practiced in the art of staying silent. But as Everest slowly and deliberately sank all but two inches of his penis past her lips, the effect was positively breathtaking as a yelp escaped Lara. That was followed shortly by a very vociferous squeal as Lara climaxed, as if someone lit a cherry bomb inside her vagina.



Everest’s kept the first few thrusts slow, so much so that Lara’s body orgasmed once for each and every time he buried his shaft to the base. The room was very quickly filled with the aroma of Lara’s essence as her canal drenched itself with juice, overflowing onto the bed sheets below.



When the tempo finally picked up, Lara’s amorous cries kept pace with the sex as her body degenerated into a continuous stream of climaxes, she herself no longer able to distinguish when one ended and another began. Tears were streaming from her eyes, but not so much in despair as they were in the overwhelming sensations that could very well have been described as joy, had it not been for the fact that Lara was technically being raped by her father’s former colleague.



As Lara’s cries of pleasure finally dissolved into harried sobs as her lunges fought for breath, Everest finally lost his well maintained composure. Up until now his thrusting had been a controlled and carefully timed affair, aimed solely towards pleasuring Lara’s body. But as soon as he felt that Lara’s consciousness had ebbed to the point where her body no longer needed any sort of gentleness, Everest let loose with his own lust. In his mind, this was no longer love-making. This was the real deal, the one fantasy that has been on his mind for more than a few years.



This was rape. Everest wouldn’t call it anything other than that. He was raping Lara Croft, and her body and mind stand fully divided. He will take all control away from her and force her into his servitude, make her a slave to the pleasure, even as her mind tries to fight it.



Lara was aware of the change of pace, as Everest’s thrust started coming in hard and brutal, savagely pounding into her with intensity. Her body however was no longer able to interpret any sensory input as anything other than pleasure, and even as the pain was mixed into her vocalizations, Lara’s entire body only wrung itself of fluids as sweat poured from her heaving mass, the only thing keeping her sane being her mental endurance and her body’s athleticism.



Even now, there were stray thoughts of fighting back flitting through Lara’s head during some of the less intense climaxes, although they were almost as quickly wiped from her mind by a more powerful orgasm. Somewhere in Lara’s visualization of the sex was the image of her, freed from the restraints, snapping Everest’s neck. This was however super-imposed upon a more vivid image of her riding atop the man, grinding her hips down against his loins, her hands braced against his sweaty chest and her legs providing power to their copulation. The image was both alarming and ghastly to Lara, as the vestiges of her unbroken mind struggled to formulate an escape plan.



None of this mattered, however, when Everest plunged his manhood into Lara with a note of finality, and with a shudder began to cum. The feel of warm semen jetting out against her cervix branded his signature into Lara’s core, and Lara let out a long drawn out wail as her series of orgasms seemed to come to a simultaneous climax. Her lungs expelled their capacity, and she retched as the need for air conflicted with the fact that pleasure was depriving her of any breath control.



Lara would’ve given anything to have fainted right at that moment, as she did not wish to have to come to terms with what just happened. As the penis inside her pulsed itself dry, the last of its contents mixing with her own juices, Lara could all but lie there, her irregular panting interspersed with the satisfied grunts of the man on top of her.



So spent was Lara that she didn’t even attempt any sort of physical retaliation when Everest pulled out of her and undid her restraints. The only small resistance she offered was when he tried to kiss her again, a moan of protest spoken directly into his mouth as they locked around hers. When she managed to tear away from the Everest was content with dropping his mouth downwards to suckle at her neck.



“That’s my good girl,” he said, putting a possessive note into his tone. He didn’t have to ask Lara whether the sex was good for her when all the proof was there already. Nor was he afraid of physical reprisal even if she was unrestrained now. The same herbal medicine used to create the intense and wanton sensations within Lara also sapped her strength the more she gave in to the pleasure. Having orgasmed so many times under its influence, all of Lara’s physical strength amounted to the ability to crawl at this point.



In this state, even the much older man besides her was able to recuperate before she did, and began his assault on her again within the hour.



The second round of sex bore little resemblance to the first bout. Everest did away with any finesse this time, taking just enough care to posture his phallus at a comfortable angle, before driving the entire length into Lara. She opened her mouth to say something, but barely got off a single syllable before Everest forced her to swallow her words in exchange for breath, pounding violently into her.



Lara’s hands pushed against Everest feebly, who was able to pin them above her head easily with one arm. Her legs, robbed of any viable way of fighting him, could only facilitate the non consensual union as they rose off the bed sheets, her thighs braced against his waist in a subconscious effort to lessen the discomfort of his callous thrusting.



Much to his satisfaction, Everest’s stamina held up impressively for his age, and he was much better practiced in the bedroom than the average man. None of Lara’s physical reactions to him were lost, and he never kept a pace long enough for her to adapt. Wanting to make this evening last as long as possible, and knowing his own limits, Everest stopped just short of cumming a second time, rolling their bodies over so that Lara now straddled him, still impaled on his shaft. He was able to prop his back up against the headboard like this, and while he rested, his mouth lathered Lara’s upper body with kisses. The younger woman did little to protest, having fallen silent as soon as the action had stopped and she was able to stifle her moans.



Everest waited until his arousal had subsided somewhat, and it was safe to continue without cumming prematurely.



"Time for you to participate, m'dear." He said, dipping his head between the valley of Lara's chest. He grabbed her hips firmly with both hands and lifted her up, letting himself slip halfway out of her, before allowing her to slide right back down onto him.



At the sound of Everest's voice, Lara, who had been trying to block all of this out, snapped her attention to him. His smug face rose up from her breasts and smiled in a sickeningly sweet look of false romance. Disgust flashed across Lara's eyes as they locked with his, and she was about to spit into his face, but Everest was one step ahead of her, catching her mouth with his own just as her lips pursed to deliver the wad of saliva. One hand easily controlled her head in the kiss, the other at the small of her back.



The transparency of their current strength difference asserted itself, and Lara stopped struggling against the kiss. She pegged Everest to be the type of man to like his prey kicking. His words were clearly meant to provoke her, and she would not let him have the satisfaction.



Or so she thought. Like Gordo, Everest loved control, but unlike the former. His ability to read people had always been his forte. To him, dissecting and predicting Lara was easy game.



Breaking the kiss, he stared at Lara contently, smiling into her cold eyes. "I know you've had plenty of practice with that brute of mine, so this should be well within your repertoire, no?" He said. "I must say, for you to be caught by the likes of him was rather disappointing. I'd have expected more of you."



Lara had no comeback to that, herself having trouble believing Gordo to have anything but lucked out when he caught her at a bad time. Any excuse or explanation would only be self-deprecating.



"Well, get a move on it, talking only kills the ambiance, so we'll save that for later." Everest chided.



"Well then you would know all about that, wouldn't you?" Lara finally fired off.



"Ooh, a witty comeback, bravo!" Everest said, with such earnestness Lara had trouble knowing if he was feigning it or not.



"M'dear I think you know exactly what is expected of you here. Consider Gordo to have been your briefing officer. Don't make things harder for yourself."



Slowly, wordlessly, Lara began to move her hips against Everest, their bodies coming together much easier than it had been with Gordo and his excess body mass. Lara mind was a jumble. Unlike Gordo, whose unpredictability was in truth a predictable variable, Everest was unreadable to her. His words were straight forward enough, but something about the way he said them, perhaps mirroring the way he played with her body, threw her off. Even as she slid along his member, Lara's mind was a blank on what she ought to be doing. At least with Gordo she had fantasies of killing him in all sorts of ways even as they fucked, but somehow with Everest all those fantasies seemed even more far-fetched and unrealistic. Even as she wanted to protest, to fight him, somehow she did not know how to do so.



While this was mostly owing to fatigue and Everest’s subtle coyness, some credit also went to the medicine inside Lara. A more refined form of what Gordo had once used on Lara, it a subtler placating effect on the human mind, dulling only the more primal aggression centers.





"My my, I think I may have placed too much stock in your abilities," Everest said, as Lara mechanically moved up and down. His fingers tickled the underside of her bouncing mammaries, catching one and massaging it gently from below. Lara closed her eyes and bit back a moan.



"Starting today, I'll be teaching you the finer aspects of pleasing a man." Everest declared softly, a palm slowly pressing Lara's right nipple against the areola and rolling it against her own breast.



"For lack of a better prop, we shall use me as your practice tool." a smile, and a pause as the nipple being massaged was moistened with a flick of the tongue, before being caught between two rows of whitened teeth and pulled outward. A shiver ran up Lara's spine, and her breath skipped a beat owing to the small jolt of pleasure her breast just experienced.



"You first lesson of the day will be to keep me from climaxing without stopping your movement." Everest said.



He had Lara pick up the pace, letting her bounce up and down a bit before adding rotational and lateral movement. As Gordo had never bothered with those Lara had trouble at first learning, a process made harder by the fact that she was about ready to cum.

"Do slow down dear. It's bad etiquette to enjoy yourself so soon. We have an entire hour to last" teased Everest.



"Tonight both you and I will only enjoy one more climax, and that must be together, as one." He said, before starting talking about which techniques brought the man more pleasure and which did more for the woman.



Of course, Everest knew very well that with her entire body already revved to an elevated level of sensitivity, it didn’t matter which techniques Lara used, as movement of any sorts was more stimulating for her than it was for him. The girl can try all her might to meet his demands. He won’t have to say it, but there was only one possible path for her.



Lara rode Everest until every nerve in her body was screaming for release. He could feel her tensing up every time their loins bumped together at the base, where cum oozed from her shimmering hairless snatch as it enveloped his rod.



‘I can’t do this,’ Lara thought, ‘I have to stop before I…’



“Oh don’t you even think about stopping you bad girl,” Everest said, as if he was reading her mind. He repositioned himself, and rolled their bodies over so that he was once again on top.



“Look over my shoulder.” He said, and took over the thrusting while Lara did as she was told.



She hadn’t noticed it before, but the ceiling above the bed was one massive display, which currently was running a live feed of the two of them copulating from four different angles. Lara had no idea when Everest had turned the thing on.



“We’re only a button press or voice command away from being broadcasted live to the whole of England.” Everest calmly stated, slowly grinding against Lara, immediately imparting a small shiver from Lara. Unlike Gordo, who planned his blackmail as a latent delayed set-up, Everest preferred holding his trump cards in his hand.



“Oh I know what you’re thinking,” he said, as he skillfully kept Lara at the brink of release. “But I think we can both agree that if this does get out, you stand to lose much more than I do. “But where are my manners, hmph.” With that, he gave her one last quick thrust, grinning as she avoided cumming by a hairs breath, and rolled them over again. Now on his back, he was able to leisurely look past Lara and at the screen overhead.



Lara shakily managed a few more thrusts, but very quickly had to stop short of climax. With no choice left to her, she got off of Everest, and with noticeable hesitation began to service him with her mouth. Everest didn’t bother craning his head to look at her, having more than enough viewing vantage just lying on his back. He smile up at the images of Lara hovering over his crotch.



‘She lasted longer than expected,’ he thought. But in the end, some plans can’t be changed, and Lara might as well have been acting from a written script, as everything was going exactly as Everest meant for it to go.



“Now now Lara you know that’s cheating.” He chided as Lara’s tongue lapped up the combination of their cum his cock was sheathed in. “I’ll only let you do that for ten more seconds,”



Soon, Lara found herself obeying Everest’s every command without protestation. She had no choice. Even if she wished to defy him in the slightest by taking the sex on her own terms, his careful direction of the sex was the only thing keeping her from climaxing. Even the brief interludes in which she orally cleansed the filth from his phallus became respite for her, and seemed too few and far in between. Several times she opened her mouth to let off a retort to him, only if to reassure herself that she remains mentally unbroken. Each time, Everest was able to read her body language without even looking at her, and would thrust his hips upwards gently, meeting her in the middle. The small increase in stimulation would always be enough that Lara was forced to swallow her words and clench her jaws together as she fought off the orgasm.



Half an hour later, she could take it no longer.



“Please,” Lara breathed, the word barely escaping her mouth, when Everest showed no signs of being ready to let them finish off.



“Are we asking for something, dear?” Everest cooed.



Lara wanted more than anything to beg him to let her cum. At this point her own arousal was overwhelming her other senses, and it was impossible to tell if he was even close to climaxing. But as she looked into his eyes, Lara could see Everest’s thinly veiled glee. No, she wasn’t going to cave. Lara clamped her mouth shut and raised herself up again, letting gravity do the rest, her every other effort holding back the dam that she’s built up in the past half an hour. She would not give him this victory, however small it may be.



For that show of will, Everest would’ve let Lara fuck him for another hour like that, but he was also at his limit. There will be ample opportunities in the time to come.



“Just remember what’s at stake here.” He warned Lara, and suddenly pulled her down onto him, and rolled on top of her again. With the regained stamina of having been on his back, he began thrusting into her aggressively.



For twenty agonizing seconds Lara fought the tidal wave, unable to even breathe for fear of losing the battle. Her fists closed around the bed sheets as she braced against the thrusts, every sinew in her body strung tight to the breaking point.



Warm cum finally began shooting into her womb, and not a moment too soon as Lara nearly blacked out as she came in what can only be described as the most explosive and powerful climax in her life. She screamed into the hand that covered her mouth, her entire body shaking in the euphoria. The aftershocks persisted even after Everest had pulled out of her and got out of the bed.



“Not bad for a first effort,” he said, as he drew his robe over himself, “but you’re going to learn to do this without my help.” Unlike Lara, Everest had relatively been in control of his facilities, and had timed his release to coincide with the moment he felt Lara reach her limit. It would’ve been pointless to have her fail the task. As it had been with Gordo, the possibility of exposing Lara to the public had only been a tool with which to control her, and was little more appealing to the men privy to the secret than it was to the girl herself.



“Can I go now?” Lara asked, forcing her fatigued limbs to pull the bed sheets over herself. Too drained to muster anything more insulting, she only glared at Everest in disgust.



“Of course you may dear, I’ve arranged for your discreet transportation away from here. I daresay he will be more than happy to expedite things.”



He keyed the intercom.



“You may come in now.” He said, and Lara could hear the door being opened. There was a small scuffle, as if someone just got pushed into the room. Lara couldn’t see who it was, as there were thick curtains that surrounded the area the bed was in, blocking out the much of the outside view. The voice that came from the other side of them gave more than a clue as to who had just entered the room.



“Am I always going to be stuff with sloppy seconds?” came Gordo’s irritated voice, and Lara’s heart fell.



To be continued…

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