Tomb Raider: The Fat Man Chronicles

Did y'all think I was gonna let Lara off the hook that easily? No no no of course not, and if you read the previous chapters carefully I did hint at Fatass being smarter than to be taken at face value. Oh, btw, I'm getting tired of calling him fatass, but am at a loss for possible names for him, so if you guys have any idea what I should name him, do email me. For some reason a generic name like "John" or "Steve-O" just doesn't seem to cut it...well...Steve-O maaaybe.

Note: There's a lot of talking in this chapter, but that was mostly me trying to fill up space. I actually had more stuff written, but I thought the chapter ended better at the place I chose for it to end.

Jack Retsevrah: Do read the story through, as I've modified it to include the ideas I discussed with you. Tell me what you think, hehe.

ninesenshi: I've explained it in my roadmap post in the misc section, but in case you haven't already read that, I will tell you here. I am hugely turned off by sex involving pregnant women. I'm sorry, I just am. In my mind it's so much better for the female to retain a sexy figure, since that usually is the inspiration when I'm visualizing my stories. And of course since I'm updating this fic, I don't need to tell you that I'm obviously not done with poor Lara yet.

Okay, without further ado, here's the next bit.

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"Milady, there's a package for you" said Winston as Lara descended the stairs, fresh from her shower. It was her fifth shower since two nights ago, but no amount of scrubbing and rinsing seemed to rid her of the grimy feel that fatass had smothered her with when he had raped her.

'At least he held to his word and gave me some pills' Thought Lara, glad that at the very least she wouldn't be carrying the seed of her rapist.

It was a little bit past morning, and Lara had already eaten breakfast, so she went to the living room and retrieved the package. It was a standard brown envelope, but seemed rather hefty. Lara didn't get mail that often, and when she did it usually was a possible contract from some artifact hungry or research oriented archaeologist. Knowing Winston didn't really approve of her handling such contracts, Lara decided not to open it right then and there.

Retreating to her room, Lara sat down on her bed and opened the envelope. She started to pull out the contents within, then froze, shocked beyond description.

It was a photo of her, naked and impaled upon that fat man, hands braced against his meaty chest and in the motion of driving herself down upon his shaft.

she yanked the entire stack of documents out. It was a thick stack.

Photos of her back as she sat on the interrogation table, legs spread and a hand embedded in her own pussy; another of her back arched, evidently in the throes of orgasm (must've been the first one, as fat ass was with her and her arms were in a half flailing position, due to him having brushed them aside.)

Lara's breath caught as she flipped through the stack. From various angles were her engaged in the act of fucking and getting fucked by the fat man. Lara realized that there must've been security cameras that were turned on in the room whilst she was raped, and judging by some of the photos, there were more cameras stationed behind the one-way observation glass. Although some of the photos had low resolutions and blurry detail, more than enough showed clearly identifiable angles of her face, as well as the glean of sweat off of her shapely features, barren and melded to the contrastingly ugly form of fatass.

Lara didn't know what to think. Despair hadn't even set in for her before something else caught her eye. A DVD had slid out of the envelope, with a note taped to its top. Lara picked up the note, and it read as such.

"If you don't want the contents of this envelope to appear on the internet, play the DVD from front to end on your personal computer. I will know if you did. If I were you, I'd watch it with nobody else present. And don't think about fast-forwarding, because I will also know if you did."

Lara didn't even have to play the DVD to know what was on it, but she put it in her personal laptop and played it nonetheless. Before that though she locked the door and donned her ear-phones. Immediately her suspicions were confirmed. As the scene opened, Lara saw the door to an empty examination room open, and herself being ushered in by the fat man. The event replayed itself from the perspective of the camera.

Lara saw the pause in her gait, as the realization that the man behind her had just claimed to have two different occupations dawned on her.

"Wait", Lara heard herself start to say, and saw the man behind her pull a nightstick from his belt, and wondered to herself why she hadn't caught him wearing it, until she realized that it must have been obscured by the considerable amount of meat pouring over the man's belt. If the situation hadn't been so morbid Lara would have mused that the ability for one to conceal a weapon with his own fat.

Lara saw the stick come down on the back of her head as she started to turn, in mid question. From the blow, Lara could see that even though he was quite obese, the lumbering hulk was stronger than she had given him credit for. On the screen, Lara saw herself knocked to the floor by the force of the blow, her pistols sliding from her grip across the floor, and didn't see herself rise. Fatass shut the door behind them, before going over to the closet that Lara remember having been shoved into. From there, he procured the various bondings that he used to tie Lara up, before dragging her over to the closet itself and depositing her in it.

The scene cut then to Fatass reentering the room and letting Lara out of the closet. What happened after that Lara remembered all too well. She was forced to perform a strip-tease, then to pleasure the man again and again. If it hadn't been for the warning not to fast-forward Lara would have already done so. Thus she had to relive that entire night by way of watching herself raped and humiliated for a good three hours. The sounds didn't help at all because every detail of their sweaty bodies colliding, the man's degrading comments and the eventual capitulation of Lara's own body to the unwanted sex, all filtered through to Lara's ears. At this point she tried to turn the volume down, but found that for some reason, she couldn't. Lara considered removing her earphones and just letting the movie play out without watching it, but for some inconceivable notion Lara felt that she needed to watch the movie to its entirety.

It proved to be both the better choice as well as the condemning choice.

Lara finally saw herself extricated from the bent over position, the duct tape holding her down removed while the two vibrators that she had came to know very well that night shoved into her and secured. She then saw herself led out of the room, topless, with Fatass following closely behind, gun in one hand and her shirt and utility belt in the other. The shot of the room then faded. Lara was about to eject the DVD when she noticed that the playtime wasn't finished.

A new scene saw Lara staring into the seedy eyes of her violator of that night, with a white wall as a backdrop. The fat man started to speak.

"I trust that if you are watching this now you have finished with the rest of the film. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I have in making it, but it doesn't end there. I lost my job pretending I didn't see you, since they both caught me away from my post after I let you out and couldn't find the footage of us fucking since I swiped it from the surveillance records. I know you probably think I'm just some stupid underpaid security guy, but that's only what this degenerate capitalistic society has given me. I went to college too, and I think they have given me some very interesting skills, so listen up. My film editing skills you have already been entertained with, but you might be wondering how I found out where you live. Remember the vibrator? Yes the one with the pills in it. I put a tracking device in it, if you haven't found it yet. I didn't know I was fucking a fucking duchess until I followed the signal to your home and did the research after that. So I have a proposition for you, and I think it would benefit the both of us if you followed it."

"You will meet me at the address provided at the very end of this movie every Saturday night at midnight, and you will come alone and unarmed. Bring 2,000 Pounds in cash each time, and come alone and unarmed. I trust the money is small enough for a rich bitch like you that no one will ever notice the difference. You will then stay with me from then until Sunday night and do whatever the fuck I tell you to do, and go home at Sunday mid night."

Lara's breath caught, and she exhaled forcibly, in anger at the blatant blackmail and coercion. 'You think that I won't just shoot you and burn down you house, do you?' she started to think.

As if answering her question, Fatass continued speaking. "Now before you go off and do something stupid, like coming to the following address with a head full of bullshit and hand full of lead-shooters, I have to divulge a little charming something I've started to use on the internet. Yes, the internet, bitch. I've already uploaded everything I sent you onto a file-sharing site, but I put my own spin on it. As long as I log into that site once every two weeks, all of the content on that site is locked and not seen by any of the browsers. But if I should, oh let's say, 'forget' to sign on for a while, then it's all out of the open, and the whole world will know that you're a dirty slut and a whore."

The shock didn't end there, and Lara could only watch and listen in bewilderment as the man continued.

"If I didn't mention it before, I am a programmer, and by now, if you hadn't fast forwarded at all, this DVD will have installed a program onto your computer. DON'T TRY TO UNINSTALL IT. Not that you could even if you tried. I will explain what the program is for the next time we meet. Oh, and do give me back the toys I lent you the other night, I have a feeling we will be needing them to fill some time in the 24 hours we will have on our hands."

The clip then faded and the DVD finished playing. Lara was about to ejected it from her laptop when an image popped up onto her computer screen. It read, "Your friend can be found at [this address]. He is waiting for you." The image then closed, but on Lara's desktop, a picture file titled "address" had appeared.

Lara took the DVD out and placed it back in the envelope with the photos, which she immediately threw in the fireplace, watching the abominable package burn, so that Winston would not happen upon it should he choose to clean her room.

But of course, Lara's realized the inevitable. Without a doubt, that he would do as he threatened should she not follow his instructions. In fact, he didn't really have to do very much at all, just not sign onto his account and very soon the entire reputation of the Abbington line will have been ruined. Lara suddenly felt very tired. She collapsed on her bed, and slept for the rest of the day.
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guys, I've said it before, and I am saying it again. REVIEW. If you haven't noticed by now, I am a review and attention whore, and only really feel the urge to post when I feel like my work is appreciated.

Of course that's not the only reason I won't be posting the next chapter until your input is given. Here's why.

I need a name for our dear villain, but for some reason I can't think of one, since I'm pretty bad at coming up with names for fictional characters. I'm very very tired of alternating between Fatass and Fat man and whatever variants of those two words. I need a name, not too generic but not too cliche, and appropriate for an Englishman. My email is morbidfantasy07@yahoo.com, so give me your suggestions (or post them in reviews). As an incentive, I will give the winner of this lil' competition (yes I'm making it as such) a role of his/her choice in the next update of any of my currently unfinished work. So to all of you with BDSM tendencies (both the givers and the takers ;) ) I say submit your ideas for a name for our good friend Fatass.