Tomb Raider: The Fat Man Chronicles

 

 

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Some point between losing consciousness during her initiation, Lara awoke.



She was in the suitcase again, and it was diligently cleaning her thoroughly.



It fed her, pleasured her, cleaned her, put her to sleep, then woke her up at some point to do it all again.



Suddenly, Lara found herself waking in the backseat of a limousine. She looked out the window to see her own mansion.



The door opened of its own accord, and she stepped out.



Lara finally returned home.



Winston warmly greeted her at the front door, and she seized him in an embrace that caught him off guard.



“Ms. Croft!”



“Just glad to see my butler is still well.” Lara said.



“And the same to you, milady. How were your travels, if I may ask?”



“Exhausting. And I’m afraid I won’t be staying too long. I have some matters I need to attend to, which may involve some extended travel time. I trust you to keep my schedule clear until further notice?”



“Of course.”



Sparsely inserted into the full text of the legal document we’re a few clauses that gave Lara a scintilla of negotiating power when it came to her health, and just before her initiation, she had used one such clause to buy herself a whole two weeks back home in order to recuperate from her ordeal.



“And how was your own vacation away from home, Winston?”



“Oh I dunno Ms. Croft, I found it terribly drab and not altogether a hassle. Was held up for a whole two weeks in France because of a misplaced passport and some very obtuse French detective who held me out of what must’ve been contempt for having the gall to ask for a phone call. Me, incarcerated, Can you believe that?”



Lara was forced to laugh along with Winston, who was oblivious to the irony of the situation.

Lara had never realized how good it was to sleep in her own bed until now, and slept, dreamlessly, for a whole day.

Later that night, however,she had a nightmare.

She awoke in her bed, except it wasn’t her own room.



She was bathed in a dim red light, and as Lara sat up in bed, dark figures clad in leather appeared, out of nowhere, and grabbed her by the limbs, dragging her out of bed. Lara tried to fight, but like any nightmare, felt barely in control of her body.



The figures bound her to some sort of torture rack, inclined at a forty five degree angle such that her arms were tied up above her head, while her calves were tied against her thighs.



One figure motioned for Lara to look down, and she looked down to see two poles rising out of the smoke-laden floors, spiraling towards her.



The heads of the poles shimmered in the dim light in a grotesquely slimy appearance, veins spiraling down their full length...Lara couldn’t see their base... oh god it was moving towards her, but slowly, it seemed to be slowing down but still moving...



She cried out as pain lanced across her right breast, and looked to the right to see what had struck it, only to look to the left as her left breast was struck as well. Both times, Lara couldn’t see who had struck her, nor did any of the dark figures seem to have been responsible for striking her.



They were closing in, Lara saw their faces now. Demons, with misshapen red features and sunken eyes, parts of them hidden behind leather so she couldn’t make out their full visage.



Red hands crawled over Lara, and she shivered, tried to call out, but her voice seemed incorporeal, and as she struggled to form a coherent word, fingers snaked past her lips and into her mouth, prying her jaws apart and playing with her tongue.



Fingers pried Lara’s lower lips apart as well, and she shuddered as they tickled her inner folds, moaning as something penetrated her rectum, then gasped as it began to pump fluids into her.



Lara briefly had time to ponder where the two poles rising out of the grounds would go if she only had one hole occupied. then squealed as someone hooked a finger around her front, applying pressure to her clitorus, and pulled her pussy agape, making room for both slime covered poles to loudly penetrate her with a sick squelching noise.



Her eyes widened as she felt her canal stretched fully from front to back, straining further as the rods made their way deeper into her. She tried to pull herself up and off of them, but two palms pressed gently against her waist, and coaxed her body downwards.



Lara couldn’t feel her anus, which had gone numb, but she did feel the movement of fluid in her bowels, first flowing into her until her stomach felt bloated and pregnant, then flowing out of her until it left her body empty and... wanting, then flowing into her again.



She couldn’t speak, with her jaws pried apart, and any form of communication was smothered as her tongue fruitlessly danced with slickened fingers.



She also couldn’t look down, and uttered a moan as whatever had struck her breasts earlier struck her again, This time right on top of her engorged sex organ.



The stinging pain faded as quickly as it had been delivered, leaving a throbbing feeling in its wake, which was then covered by slick fingers, rubbing and caressing.



Lara’s eyelids fluttered, as her body warmed, her breath quickened, then became ragged, as she was hit, again and again, in increasing frequency. Still she could not see who was delivering the blows. Seemingly all the demons were doing were extending their hands and pressing them against her.



“Uuuuuuuuuh” Lara’s felt her loins burn, from within, as the rods inside them seem to become hot, and were now thrusting into her in alternating fashion, rubbing against each other in the middle as they slowly moved in and out of her. She felt the discomfiting fullness of one of the rods pressing past her cervix and into her womb, which clung to it as it receded, only to be replaced by the other rod. Sometimes the rods would not make it into her womb, instead veering off to press again the inner linings of her vagina, nesting themselves inside her and pushing her up mercilessly.



Her bowels were being filled, once again, until her insides began to press against her lungs, and Lara felt herself becoming short of breath. Suddenly she felt a vague sense of emptiness in her ass, whatever pump that had occupied her rectum being suddenly removed. Lara shuddered as she began expelling from her bowels, her body racked with pleasurable spasms as she did so.



The fingers inside her mouth retracted, and Lara looked down and realized that the things that when she had thought the demons to have been caressing her with their fingers, in fact more demons had appeared and the things touching her were actually their tongues.



As she looked down, The support behind her lower back suddenly fell away, bringing out a strangled moan as her lower body was now being supported by the two rods penetrating her pussy. Then Lara felt a fullness in her ass once more, and bucked as something angular and thick, and alive, worked its way into her bowels. Once again she found herself bucking and trying to pull her body up, but instead found it willingly sitting down onto this newfound support in her butt.



Her back was entirely exposed now. A mouth covered Lara’s as she made to scream when her back was hit. A tongue coiled around her own, exploring her mouth and licking everywhere. Lara’s eyes could only see the crimson skin of whomever was doing this to her. It looked smooth, like a female.



And realized that she was bucking against the three rods penetrating her, as her body desperately wanted to orgasm, but was instead driven to higher levels of arousal as every inch of it was alternately lashed, then licked or caressed, Lara not being able to tell tongue apart from fingers anymore.



Under the repeated lashes and subsequent licking, Lara’s breasts felt swollen and extremely tender, rising and falling with her full bodied bucking.



Two white sets of fanged teeth bared as their owners softly hissed at Lara, before they playfully closed their mouths over her twin mounds.



They had to be demons, Lara’s befuddled mind was telling her. Their discolored eyes seemed to glow out of the dark, and wherever their intentful gaze rested on their captive’s body,  a deep longing seemed to erupt.



And now these two breast feeders were feasting on Lara’s mammaries, sucking them with such force that she felt her nipples would explode. Their clawed hands surrounded each breast and Lara jolted as she felt a cool gel like substance being smeared against her skin, rapidly warming as soon as it was applied.



A tongue had been incessantly lapping at Lara’s clit, keeping it apart from the thrusting rods below, and Lara could not remember a time when she had felt her nub so engorged, and moaned into the mouth of a different demon who was dueling her tongue.



Her entire body felt like one big sex organ, ready to explode at a moment’s notice.



Lara blinked.



Sunlight was pouring through the windows in her bedroom.



She was in her own bed, fully clothed. Lara immediately pulled her top up and looked at her skin underneath.



No welts, no marks from when she was being hit.



Yet she still felt like her entire body wanted to explode in an orgasm.



Lara leaned back in her bed and vigorously rubbed her sex with her fingers. She could feel the pressure of arousal, but somehow her fingers were not enough to bring her over the edge.



She tried to replicate the feeling instilled by the massaging motions of the demons in her dreams, but her own hands felt oddly subpar and not up to the task, and their caresses barely served to prolong the throbbing in her chest, but not enough to raise her arousal any further.



Something still felt wrong about that dream, despite it feeling so surreal, part of Lara believed that it had actually happened, that at some point in the night she had been spirited away into a dungeon and ravaged by nightmarish crimson skinned creatures.



But as she stripped down to the nude and walked over to her bedroom mirror, Lara couldn’t see a single blemish on her entire body.



Her breasts felt firmer than she had remembered, but given the intense wet dream she had just experienced it must have been her imagination.



Lara slipped a few fingers back into her pussy and gave it a few more half-hearted minutes of rubbing while she showered, but she felt neither more turned on nor more relieved after stepping out of the scalding water, the cool air immediately bringing her nipples and clitorus back to throbbing attention.



Chiding herself for even thinking about sex when her short leave of absence from Everest’s services was all about recuperating and recharging, Lara dressed herself in her most casual of outfits. It was late January, cold weather warranting a sweater, which was just as well because any thinner attire would not suffice to cover the unrelenting perkiness of Lara’s body.



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Gordo meanwhile was having no trouble cumming into the mouth of his newly acquired fuck toy.



He had decided to call her Kitty. She was one of the fourteen sex workers that Everest had seemingly pulled out of nowhere as part of his business dealings with Lara’s various enemies.



Gordo had been quite surprised, and pleased, that when Everest had included him so intimately in the legal document, placing him alongside his boss and the other five men, all of whom Gordo would normally only be have qualified to run menial errands for.



This was owing to the special department within Everest Incorporated that Gordo was now in charge of running.



Had he known that his employer had been knee deep in underground human trafficking and sex trade, the thought to wrangle sex out of Lara in return for his indiscretions regarding company material probably would never have crossed Gordo’s mind.



Of course, things ended up working out even better now that he did. For one, he has fucked that rich bitch so much she can probably recognize his cock from smell alone, across the room.



And now he has a constant outlet for anything he wished to try. Kitty was submissive, ever doting, and constantly begging for attention, mewing “master” into Gordo’s ears like a soothing song of servitude.



And when Kitty came when Gordo fucked her, it was an explosion of throaty curses and proclamations of her satisfaction at being a cum receptacle for him, accompanied by so much physical evidence proving she had indeed cummed like a volcano, that it empowered Gordo in a way that Lara’s suppressed condescension never could.



“Master, you came even more than usual, is something pleasing you?” Kitty purred, looking up, her tongue still slick with Gordo’s seed.



“Tell me more about how you made that royal cunt moan like a whore.” Gordo said, as he motioned for Kitty to straddle him and let him wear her like a glove.



“Yes master. It was deeply satisfying to punish that privileged cunt. The drugs she was under probably made her think my sisters and I were actually demons punishing her body.” Kitty cooed excitedly, her fingers massaging her breasts and rubbing her nipples up against Gordo’s chest.



Gordo grinned as the space between their chests became plastered with whiteness, courtesy of a sudden exodus of milk from Kitty’s titties. He allowed her this little bit of fun, and watched, bemused, as she proceeded to lick her own produce off of his chest.



There was only one person that Gordo wanted to milk like a cow with his mouth.



“You personally applied the lactation inducer to the cunt?” He asked.



“Yes, master, under Mr. Everest’s orders.”



“Don’t ever speak that name in my presence.” Gordo cut her off, annoyed. Kitty immediately assumed a look of sultry guiltiness.



“Forgive me master, under... the hormonal gel-based serum I liberally applied to the privileged cunt’s tits have been personally tested by me, and with the amount I smeared on her cow udders it’s it’s only a matter of days before her tits are ripe and bursting.” She paused to lick more of her own milk off of Gordo.



“Never thought a girl who went to medical school would end up doing this, now did you?” Gordo couldn’t help but gloat, even at his loyal pet.”



“A girl’s gotta make a living.” Kitty said, and for a split second there was almost a trace of sadness in her voice, but Gordo did not notice, too distracted by his own erection that was throbbing inside of her. She continued to grind against him, doing everything in her power to keep him happy.



“And tell me about the neural inhibitor. Are you sure the royal cunt can’t orgasm?”



“Yes master. The gel coating on the dildos we used to penetrate her cunt prevents her body from electrolytic overload. No matter how much stimulation she receives, her body will always funnel away the excess. Unless she goes three days without the inhibitor, she won’t be able to cum, no matter what anyone does to her body.”



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It had to be a dream



Lara had managed to make it a full day in her library without trying to rub one off. She had tried to get some research done regarding some interesting developments in Peru, but the words made no sense to her as she read them, her body willfully drawing attention to the fact that it was acutely aroused.



A hot bath did nothing to quell it, and after much fidgeting and forcing herself to breath in a controlled fashion, Lara had, impossibly, drifted to sleep.



Only to awake in the same nightmare world, with her bed in the middle of a cold dungeon.



Again she tried to fight the leather clad demons that descended upon her, but once more her strength failed her, and they dragged her to a new contraption.



This one was a low rolling cart with a mounted domed leather cushion, which Lara was forced to lay onto, her body arching to trace the cushion’s curvature, her ankles were bent around so she was both straddling and arched backwards onto the cushion. Her ankles met her arms off to each side, and each ankle were paired with a wrist and bound together to the base of the cushion.



A belt secured Lara’s waist to the cushion, and a Y shaped harness was attached to it, running up through the valley of her breasts before splitting off at her shoulder joints to be secured behind her, completely immobilizing her.



In a haze, Lara’s eyelids fluttered as she felt incredibly turned on simply being tied to this cushion, with her breasts rising into the air and her pussy thrusting outwards and completely vulnerable.



“You’ve been a bad girl Lara Croft.” A demon said in a sultry voice, whispering into Lara’s ear. She felt a tongue flick against an earlobe.



Lara moaned as a leather mask was pulled over her head, covering its entirety as well as most of her neck. Its zippers on the side were pulled shut, squeezing her airways in a constricting but not suffocating manner.



The mask had no breathing holes for her nose, and Lara could only breath out of the mouthhole in the mask. The twin slits that barely passed for eyeholes restricted her vision to a tiny sliver.



Someone was rubbing two fingers along the sides of her pussy, and Lara couldn’t help but moan, and buck against them.



A demonic looking penis waved itself in front of Lara, accentuated veins snaking from its grotesquely shaped head down its wart covered shaft. It hovered over Lara’s face, rubbing against her mouth until she willingly stuck out her tongue and licked the rubbery phallus, coating it with saliva. It tasted funny, and was already coated with a layer of slick slime, which made Lara’s tongue tingle when she licked it.



The phallus appeared to belong to a lithe female demon, and Lara watched her disappear from her limited peripheral vision.



The fingers between her thighs stopped, and was replaced by the same phallus Lara had just licked. She couldn’t see it, but felt it slowly press into her, two inches, then withdrawn, two and a half inches, then withdrawn.



“Unnnnnnnngh.” Lara involuntarily uttered, and was rewarded as the next thrust pushed slightly further into her quivering snatch.



But that was it for the next few minutes, as Lara strained and bucked against her restraints at the teasing demon cock, which still refrained from penetrating her fully, teasing her with only three inches of the tremendous length that Lara knew it had.



Slime coated hands gripped Lara’s breasts once more, and she felt them warm, becoming hot, tender just like the previous time.



“Unnngh pleeeeease.” She finally begged, and was rewarded with another two inches of cock, which thrust into her painfully slow.



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Gordo watched on the screen as Kitty tormented Lara with the giant strap on.



He laughed as he imagined what Lara was thinking at this very moment. Whatever it was, she probably had not a clue as to how she ended up here, and that was if this was anything but a nightmare to her.



The dungeon in which Lara was being slowly tortured in was situated directly below her bedroom, and in fact she is waking up in her own bed, except it was no longer stationary.



Resting on a concealed elevator platform, the bed had hidden valves to release just enough sleeping gas to render Lara senseless, before it was lowered straight down into the secret dungeon that Everest Incorporated had installed whilst Winston was being detained in France.



In fact, Gordo himself was only two walls away from where Lara was currently being tormented, having taken up temporary residence along with Kitty and her “sisters” right under Lara’s own home.



Eventually he had to look away to compose himself. His fuck toy had drained him of so many orgasms that having a hard-on hurt his tender cock. Trusting Kitty would make Lara’s hallucinogen fueled nightmare a slow and tortuous process, Gordo yawned, and went to sleep, giddy at Lara’s complete obliviousness to where she really was.



If the rich cunt had thought she was free to spend two weeks alone in her own mansion, she was sorely mistaken.

 

 

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