Tomb Raider: The Fat Man Chronicles

Hmm, first off I’d say a ty to JR for his almost stalkerish support, all those emails definitely paid off XD (no no I don’t mind at all, really)

And to all of you who read my story(s), please to email me with suggestions or criticisms. I know I’m not a perfect writer, and will always take new ideas.

I’m probably going to update the Legend fic soon also. Chapter five and six are being a real bitch, as I’m a little short on ideas for them. I gave JR a preview of chapter seven and he apparently liked it, so that’s a good thing.

Okay, without further ado, here’s chapter three
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Lara grunted as her teeth finally managed to snag the key from under the bush, pushing aside the urge to spit out all the dirt that had gotten into her mouth in her endeavors.

Fatass hadn’t really thrown the key very far, merely creating enough of a chore for Lara that by the time she found the key, he would have reentered the building and locked the door. Lara’s sharp eyes had followed the path of the key as it traveled through the air and into the bush, thus locating it wasn’t that much of a problem.

Getting her cuffs off posed a bigger challenge though, due in no small part to the distraction that the two vibrators rammed deep into her sore pussy posed. The edges of the duct tape covering her tender lips dug uncomfortably into her skin, having been pulled taut across and firmly secured. Lara struggled to maneuver her wrist so that her fingers could slide the key into the lock.

A few minutes later, she finally succeeded, and Lara sighed in relief as her wrists were freed. The first thing Lara did was to retrieve her top and put it on.

An alarm sounded. The sounds of crickets and cicadas in the morning drowned out by blaring speakers, accompanied by blinding searchlights that suddenly switched on all around the walls surrounding the mansion.

‘Shit’ Lara cursed. Grabbing her utility belt, she stumbled towards the nearby woods as sounds of shouting men arose in the distance.

Lara dove into the thick foliage as the white beam of a searchlight raced across the ground toward her current position. The densely grown shrubbery enveloped her just as the light washed over them. She cursed as her bare skin scraped along the rough dirt floor. Above her, the blinding beam of light passed over her location without pause, sweeping across the edge of the woods.

Lara got to her feet, awkwardly as any movement on her part served to heighten her body’s response to the vibrators. She was incredibly aroused, and could already feel another orgasm coming. Struggling against her body, Lara focused on her primary task at hand: getting out of the place alive.

Her motorcycle was hidden in the very forest that she was hidden in, but was situated on the other side of the mansion. A direct path there would be impossible, as although the fat man had replaced Lara’s guns in her utility belt, there were no ammunition for them. With all the searchlights and high alert signals, any route outside of the cover of the woods would be suicidal.

As the front of the mansion led straight to the main road and had little environmental cover, Lara’s only viable choice was to high tail it all the way around the vast hunting grounds utilizing the woods as cover against the searchlights. Having studied the maps before hand, she knew that that alone was a good five kilometers for her to circle all the way around.

The sounds of barking reached Lara’s ears. ‘Fuck’ she thought, chastising herself for the neglect to deduce that fact that a expansive hunting ground only meant an equally expansive pack of hunting dogs. Without further pause, Lara started to sprint away from the mansion, along the edge of the forest but far enough in to avoid being seen. She would have to run at least a full kilometer out away from the mansion before the edge of the forest loops back towards it. Behind her, the sounds of barking dogs drifted to her ears. She had a lead on them, but that wasn’t saying much.

Sprinting at maximum speed with two vibrators lodged inside her proved to be no easy task, and the duct tape only served to make it worse. Whilst it firmly sealed off her entrance so that Lara’s shorts remained dry from her own juices, every stride forced her vaginal walls tightly together, then pulled them apart, thus jostling the objects within and further stimulating her body. Lara had scarcely passed a hundred meters when the orgasm hit, subdued by her physical exertions but still strong enough to cause her to stumble a bit. Regaining her footing was easy, but Lara could tell the dogs probably have picked up her scent by now by the fact that their barking wasn’t getting any further away.

Lara was, for her body mass index, qualified for the 99% percentile in terms of stamina and strength compared to similar women. Normally a five kilometer run wouldn’t have fazed her, not even enough to break a sweat. But she hadn’t gotten any sleep at all the night before, having had to entertain the fat security guard for hours on end. Her muscles were sore from having over-exerted herself in the lost battle to fight off orgasming for the man, the soreness only further aggravated now by the fact that Lara’s mind was an absolute haze right now, trying to coordinate her body’s full sprint while at the same time contending with being violated below. The vibrator furthest inside her had at this point begun to press painfully against her cervical wall, and felt as if it were only one step away from popping inside of her womb. The vibrations of the two toys weren’t synced either, and they clacked together frequently, essentially creating a third source of vibration inside Lara.

The dogs drew ever closer, prompting Lara to push her sore body ever faster. She could feel her heart pounding, a very bad sign, as she had only sprinted but a fifth of the total distance to her bike. Lara risked a glance over her shoulder, only to regret it the next moment when her next orgasm, coupled with a stray root protruding from the ground, sent Lara sprawling. She cursed as the ground rose up to meet her, dipping her shoulders down to transfer the fall into a roll, regaining her footing almost immediately.

The slight delay however was all the dogs needed to catch up to her, and the next moment found Lara fighting for her life as four Dobermans descended upon her, their jaws snapping, froth foaming at the edge of their mouth.

Had Lara been any other person, or perhaps a helpless doe caught in the hunt, the four vicious hounds would have torn her apart within a matter of seconds. As it was, all her years of martial arts training proved their worth as she snaked her arms around the nearest dogs head, avoiding the fangs, and utilizing the momentum of the dog’s lung, snapped its neck. She pushed against the dog as it’s limp body fell on her, sending it in the direction of the other three dogs, slowing them down, if only by a little. Lara brought her foot up, and in one swift motion rendered another dog dead with a heal to its head. The last two dogs, shocked by the sudden and unexpected loss of two comrades, shrunk away like the true cowards they were at heart.

The dogs had outstripped their human handlers, essentially turned loose and were expected to have brought their quarry down by the time the handlers got there. As such the human guards took a good while to discover the dead Dobermans and the whimpering survivors. While this gave Lara the time to get another kilometer of distance away, she ended up having to move further into the cover of the woods as her pursuers mounted jeeps with searchlights to look for her. This added another two kilometers of detour to her course, essentially voiding the distance of her initial two kilometers of distance.

By the time Lara made it to her bike, she was barely coherent, stumbling and staggering from the orgasms that by now had filled her lower cavity with her own vaginal juices. By then the only thing forcing her legs (locked up from the orgasmic seizures) to move was her will. Mounting her bike, Lara’s battered and exhausted body gained a slight reprieve as she sped away, having only just ditched her pursuers seconds before.

An hour later…

Lara literally fell off of her motorcycle as soon as it cleared the front gates of her own mansion, her body depleted of energy. She was so tired that her butler had to help her through the front door

Winston Smith had served the Croft family since the time of Lara’s grand father, and had come to view the young tomb raider as kin. He generally disapproved of her unlady like exploits, but could never bring himself to try and stop her from doing what she loved, and except for a few subtle reprimands (largely ignored), tasked himself with making sure Lara had a comfortable home to return to from her various travels.

Winston wrinkled his nose in admonishment, but tasked himself immediately to bring Lara inside the mansion. He helped Lara upstairs into her own room, and brought some wet towels and antiseptic to clean off her dirtied skin. Lara thanked him, and said she could take care of herself. He noticed that she seemed a little squeamish, but made no mention of it as he left the room.

Hours later…

Lara groaned, awakening from her slumber. After Winston had left, she had locked the door, and without bothering to do much else, fell asleep. Now she regretted it, as she gingerly pried the bits of dried blood off of her legs. Lara wasn’t sure how long she slept, but the first thing she felt as she awoken was another orgasm.

‘What the hell, the vibrators are still on?!’ Lara thought. Quite apparently, fatass had put some very long lasting batteries inside those vibrators. Lara sighed and proceeded to undress. Now in the comfort of her room, she quickly stripped off her top and shorts, and looked at herself in the mirror.

Her hair was disheveled, and dirt that had been welded to her skin by dried sweat made for quite a sight. Of course the most worth mentioning view was that of her crotch, which at this point was still duct-taped shut. Running several kilometers had worn in the tape so that it was wrinkled and forced in at the edges, but it still completedly blocked off Lara’s vagina from view. The skin on the inside of her thighs had rubbed themselves raw from friction against the tape, and looked to be one step away from breaking and bleeding. Lara’s pussy was also extremely sore, nearly numb in a dull throbbing way now, as vibrators continued to work within it.

Removing the tape proved painful, especially around the crotch. Even prying slowly and carefully, Lara still hissed in pain as her pubic hairs were pulled out, leaving behind a puffy and swollen pussy lip, still stretched open around a vibrating dildo. A small flood of Lara’s juices cascaded down her hand as the tape finally came loose, followed by the dull thunk of the dildo hitting the floor. Lara picked it up and turned it off. The second dildo however had been worked so deep within Lara that it had lodged halfways past her cervical entrance, where it vibrated incessantly, sending jolts of pain through her pelvis. Lara tried squeezing it out, to no avail, and she finally had to force her own hand into her pussy to retrieve it.

Lara gritted her teeth as she parted her lips and pushed four of her fingers inside, trying to reach the foreign object within. She winced at the pain of her fingers stretching her tender walls, but persisted. The tip of one of her fingers brushed against the object, and Lara tried to get a grip on the object, but it vibrated just out of her reach yet again. Lara was finally forced to remove her hand due to the pain; after several more tries using only her four fingers, Lara finally decided to brave the edition of her thumb, and scrunching her fingers together, worked her entire hand into her pussy.

Had Lara’s hand been any bigger she was sure she would have torn something. But as it was, thirty seconds of groping around inside herself and she was finally able to close her fingers around the second vibrator and yank it out of her vagina. Her lips, loosened from the prolonged stretching, took a while to close together.

Lara turned the second vibrator off. It was the shape of a cylinder, and was about five centimeters in diameter. There was something scrawled on it in permanent pen, and although the vibrator had been doused in Lara’s vaginal fluids and some of the writing had worn off, Lara could still make out two words written on it. “Open This”

Examining the cylinder, Lara found that it unscrewed into two halves, which she did. A pair of size D batteries fell out, followed by a small plastic bag. Lara picked up the bag, and upon closer look found that it had three pills in it. On the bag itself was written “morning-pills”. Lara removed the pills and swallowed them.
Following that, Lara went into her private bath, and gave herself the hottest bath she had ever taken, almost wishing the scalding water would remove the traces of her humiliation.
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What do you guys think? I’m already midway through with the next chapter, so that’s coming up by the end of the week. Please PLEASE review and give suggestions