Tomb Raider: The Fat Man Chronicles

Ah, since my spring break is almost over and I’m in a giddy mood, having exploited it to its fullest potential, I suppose it’s only right for Fatass to do the same with Lara before he lets her go ;) alas there still isn’t as much sex as I’d hoped to stuff in here, but plenty of violation for our dear Tomb Raider.

Sorry for the long update lapses. College is killing me, and my creativity seems to be very fleeting, so I only write when I’m either 1. hung like a horse and full of dirty thoughts or 2. the muses of sadism decide to give me some inspiration.


Either way, I think this chapter does drone a little too much, but alas, that’s how I envisioned it, and so y’all would have to make do…again, suggestions welcome.

Chapter 2: End to the evening
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Lara fought the impending orgasm with all her might. If any she tried to save what little dignity she had left by not cumming for the fat man. At first this wasn’t too hard, since her rapist was too focused on achieving his own climax. But after coming for a second time (achieved the same way as the first, with Lara riding him, then staying impaled as he filled her with more of his seed), the brute needed a little time to recuperate.


“You didn’t cum at all, not even once. Cold bitch...” the fat man remarked as he pushed Lara off of him, dumping her unceremoniously onto the floor. Being careful to keep the gun trained on her, he took out a few Viagra pills from the pile of his cloths, downed them, and decided that it wouldn’t hurt to humiliate his captive some more by having her cum.

“I want to see you cum. Do yourself a favor and make yourself cum” Lara blanched a little at the request, staring at the man, thinking about how sick this bastard was. For a second she wondered if it would not be better to end it all there and lunge at him in a suicide attack. But then she thought of the consequences. She was Countess Lara Croft, 11th in the Abbingdon lineage. Being gunned down whilst violated and naked here would not do her family name any justice. In retrospect, it would not hurt her in the slightest to come back later and kill this man in whatever brutal manners that she wished. As of now, survival seemed to be the imperative.

And it was thus that Lara found herself, ten minutes later, sitting on the interrogation table once more, legs spread for the pleasure of her sole audience, fingers thrusting against her womanhood. Her juices and the man’s cum coated her fingers, making soft wet sounds as they moved in and out. Lara’s body was clenched tight in the effort to stave off the orgasm, an act requiring every fiber of her will, as every nerve of her essence screamed for release.

Fatass could tell Lara was fighting the release, and was only further turned on by it. His member, which had been drained from two orgasms, responded to the stimulation of the pills as well as the erotic sight of Lara’s sweat-gleaned body braced taut against the inevitable. Ten minutes of watching Lara finger herself whilst staving off the orgasm made him rock hard again. With a smile on his face, Fatass stood up from his chair and approached Lara.

Lara could see full well the hardening of the man’s cock, and sighed inwardly at his stamina. As he approached her Lara thought ‘oh no…if he thrusts into me now…I’d cum’ and her fingers abated their movement, disappointing her own body and letting the arousal to partially subside. This of course was dully noted by the man, and with a smirk, he stopped moving towards her.

“I didn’t tell you to stop, bitch, keep those fingers moving.” He said. Lara was forced to renew her self-pleasuring, and the man watched her carefully, waiting until he could tell she was almost at the brink, then suddenly closed the distance between them. Pushing Lara’s hand again, he quickly positioned himself, and with all of his weight thrown behind his member, thrust quickly and harshly into Lara.

Lara uttered a vociferous moan of defeat as she was driven over the edge, her walls contracting around the thick shaft violating it. Fatass’ grin only got larger as he relished in the feeling of her walls squeezing him so deliciously tight. Keeping himself embedded, he awkwardly maneuvered Lara’s body to lie chest down against the table, bent over the table with her legs standing on the ground. In this position, Fatass proceeded to plow Lara’s pussy from behind, his free hand reaching down and latching onto her breast for leverage.

After the first orgasm, Lara had trouble keeping herself from another, as her body betrayed her. She fought nonetheless, but unwittingly, this only served to time her inescapable orgasm to arrive at the same time as her rapist’s. After a couple minutes of hard thrusting, her body capitulated, and as Lara’s walls once again clamped down on the man’s prod, he too pulsed in ecstasy, shooting his third load into her womb.

“Man that was perfect timing…” sighed Fatass, who in truth knew Lara had been fighting, and as such stemmed off his own cumming until he felt her start to contract. He knew his captive had an enormous amount of pride, and therefore took immense pleasure in humiliating her. Knowing even with pills he probably had one last shot at his prey, he decided to hold off on fucking her again for a bit.

“Don’t move” he said to Lara, still bent over the table with her head pointed away from him. Lara could feel her own juices and the man’s sticky semen dribbling their way out of her crack. She head some jingling behind her, and found her hands being pulled behind her and cuffed once again. Before she could protest, she was nearly pulled off balance as the man jerked one of her ankles off to one leg of the interrogation table, then the other ankle to the adjacent table.

Fatass had started to formulate what he thought to be a brilliant plan in his otherwise not so bright mind. But first he had to see if his luck really was as good as he hoped. He had brought several sets of cuffs with him, and now used two of them to secure Lara’s ankles to the legs of the table, which since it was bolted to the floor effectively held her in place. Using several long pieces of ducttape he had, he made it so that Lara’s waist was pressed tightly against the edge of the table while her body was held down on it firmly, unable to move.

“You said you’d let me go” Lara said blandly, now starting to think the man was reneging on his word.

“I did, and I will bitch, once I’m done with you. I gotta say, you’re the best fuck I’ve ever had, and I intend to get at least one more round in. But I gotta go take a piss now, and can’t have you escaping then getting shot up while I’m at it. But don’t feel lonely, because I’ve got a little something here to keep you company. Lara was about to ask another question when she felt something being shoved into her pussy. By feel, she could tell it wasn’t the man’s cock, but something a little smaller, a little shorter.

“Do you carry vibrators around with you all the time?” Lara asked, intending to fluster the man.

“Well some of the whores don’t like it unless they have something plugged in their asses at the same time.” Was the response.

“…You mean that thing has been in someone’s butt?!” Lara blanched.

“Hehe, not some one, more like many. Bitches like you should stop asking questions though.” Said the man, and with that he thumbed the vibrator, turning it all the up to maximum vibration. This drew a startled gasp from Lara. Before she could ask him to take it out, she heard him rip another piece of duct tape, and reaching under her, he secured one end of the tape to just under her belly button, then looped piece around tightly, covering and holding the vibrator in place. The end of the tape looped all the way past her butt hole and into the small of her back, so tightly attached that it forced all the meat around her crotch upwards.

“Now I’m gonna take an hour or so rest, and you just sit…well you just stay put. I’ll be back in time for us to fuck again and then I’ll free you before my shift is up.

Fatass then dressed himself, and with one more leering look at his awkwardly bound captive, he left the room. Lara could hear the door lock, then she was alone with her thoughts, secured in a bent over position with her breasts pressing against the table and the vibrator stimulating her pussy violently.

…...some time later

Lara tried to gauge the time it was. She had entered the mansion a roughly one past midnight, spent fifteen minutes knocking off the guards before she was knocked out. Her captor was probably on a normal nightshift, which might mean him getting off at anytime around five or six in the morning. After spending about an hour of what he stated as being the last three hours of his shift toying and fucking with her, he had just left the room, leaving her with a vibrating dildo inside of her.

Which brings Lara back to the present situation. She was soaked in sweat, which only made the coldness of the interrogation room more evident. More over, she could feel her own cum flowing down her legs. After Fatass left the room Lara had ceased to fight the orgasms, and had since came at least fifteen times. Although her mind was hazy from the hormones coursing through her body Lara guessed that she came roughly once every six minutes or so…making it about an hour and a half past…half an hour before Fat man’s shift ended… ‘Fuck…if he still wants that last fuck the next shift might find us!” Lara’s mind screamed. But in her predicament she could do nothing about it, and her sigh of defeat was hiccupped as her body trembled again in orgasm.

…..meanwhile

Fatass had just cummed himself, a towel wrapped around his shaft and his hands rapidly driving it up and down. He was smiling like a lunatic. ‘It seems that Christmas has come early for me.’ He thought. He kept dibs on the time. The next shift was due in twenty minutes. ‘Plenty of time to set up…’ He thought, ‘he’s always late anyways’ looking through the one way mirror at Lara’s glistening body shudder in yet another orgasm. Her face was turned away from the mirror, but Fatman nonetheless picked up the soft moan that escaped her quivering body.

“Hmm, time to free the bitch…” he said to himself.

Lara heard the door unlock, and craned her head to see if it was Fatass. It was indeed.
“you said…” she began

“Shut up bitch, I’m holding to my end of the deal.” Said the man. Lara breathed in relief, and waited for him to undo her bonds.

Fatass smiled. He had some other things to do first. Reaching under Lara, he took hold of the piece of duct tape holding the vibrator in place, and with one swift motion tore it all the way around until it was off. He heard a barely suppressed yelp of pain escape the girl, and checking the removed tape, smirked at the none-too scarce number of pubic hairs that had been ripped out.

Lara cursed inwardly as the sting of the tape being removed bit her groin. What came next though caught her off guard entirely. She felt the vibrator being removed, and was about to sigh in relief, only to feel a thicker, even more violently vibrating object inserted into her pussy. It entered her with a wet slurp, pushed as deep as Fatass’ finger could get it. Lara began to question, but had her breath hitch when something proceeded to push the vibrating object even further in. She soon made out by the fact that the second object was also vibrating that it was most likely the first vibrator.

“Wait…you said…” Lara began, only to squeak as a pudgy hand smacked her ass resoundingly.

“Wait did I say bitch? Shut up.” Said fat ass. He ripped another piece of duct tape out, and placed it exactly where the previous piece had occupied, now holding two vibrators in place within Lara. On each side of that strip he added two more strips, so that Lara's entire pussy was covered and sealed tightly. To make sure the tape held, he took more pieces of ducttape and wound them around Lara’s waist so that the ends of the tape around her crotch were held down firmly. He then removed Lara’s ankle bindings, and slipped her pants on over her taped crotch.

“I’ll keep the underwear, if you don’t mind. As you can see I've more than replaced them” He said. Then he none-too gently ripped away the bindings holding Lara in place on the table, and hauled her upright.

As Lara was led out of the room with her hands still cuffed behind her back and naked from the waist up, she protested, “I can’t get out of here if you don’t undo the cuffs.” It was awkward enough for her to be walking with vibrators inside of her and duct tape tugging at her skin with every movement she made. Fatass made no response except urge her forward.

They rounded several corner, passing through several security doors without meeting any guards. After a few turns, they were outside.

Fatass pushed Lara forward, hard enough for her to stumble but allowed her to remain standing. He threw Lara’s utility belt and her upper body attire at her feet. Fatass then took out the key to the hand cuffs.

“I said I’ll lead you outside. This is one of the side doors. They don’t walk around here very often, but that’s no guarantee. Here’s the key.” He said, tossing the key into a nearby bush. With that he went into the building, locked the door, and left Lara standing there, alone, with her hands cuffed behind her and the cold air of fall blowing against her bare breasts. Within her, two foreign objects vibrated with fervor.

As if to accentuate her predicament, Lara orgasmed.

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As with the last chapter this one is a spur of the moment thing, and I’ll probably come back to fix any grammatical issues later. For now, enjoy, and please do review. I like reviews…a lot.