Tomb Raider: The Fat Man Chronicles

Okay, so I wrote this whilst on vacation...oh, and did I mention TR Anniversary is out? SWEET...oh, and also gotta mention that I finally got a PS3. AWESOME!!!



Back to the main topic. This chapter is subject to content edit, since I wrote it on the fly. In fact, I'm considering editing alot of the chapters from me older works, should I find the time.



Thanks for the reviews btw





KZ-01 yeah I said bravo to myself too after the previous update ;)





kyte dirty, wrong?...right up my alley, and it was briefly mentioned, but Lara did get some morning after pills, so no pregnancy for her.





Chibes I'm using your suggestion for the name. Gorgo sounds lovely, and I'm too lazy to search for a better name.



Hmm hmm, now onto the story.



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Gordo sunk deeper into the comfort of his sofa, twiddling his thumbs, thinking. He was in a dilemma.



It was Gordo’s nature to avoid confrontations. That is, of course, that he avoided confrontations with those whom posed superiority over him. Whether it was inferiority in strength or in social class, Gordo played the sniveling subordinate, and endured the arrogance of those above him. As such, the bullies kept pushing him around, but never saw him as competition and as such never gave a second thought as to doing away with him. Gordo was, and always was, an object to be bullied.



Of course, that doesn’t make Gordo a victim. Gordo himself was a bully as well.



By the first law of the social food chain, the bullies in the middle of the hierarchy always passed on the abuse they received from the upper echelons to those below him. The effect was often cumulative, and as Gordo wasn’t all that high up in the chain, he had a fair amount of abuse to pass on. Gordo was never good with anger management, and while he never expressed discontent with being bullied, he was all too fervent in passing the abuse onto the next in line. Usually, the receiving end of Gordo’s bottled up wrath was the unfortunate call girl who bore the brunt of his masochistic tendencies. Of course, since that sort of easy prey resided at the very bottom of the hierarchy, bullying them grew stale rather quickly. But Gordo couldn’t be any happier as of the moment. He had found new prey, and indeed, it was more than just fresh.



In any normal circumstances Gordo’s next prey wouldn’t even be within his sights when comparing their social hierarchy, so much higher above him she was. Never in Gordo’s wildest dreams could he have been in any sort of position to bully the likes of her. Of course, the fact that the prey had the tendency to abandon the safety of her social class in favor for a more risky and thrill seeking habitat played as the wild card into the equation. And as luck (or misfortune) would have it, that wild card just happened to play right into Gordo’s favor. In the end, it almost gave the man a fleeting vision of what it would be like to be the top bully. Just thinking about savoring his catch made the Gordo’s hairs stand.



Gordo had to admit to himself that he wasn’t half as smart as he made himself out to be in his blackmail message to the Countess of Abbingdon. While his work as a security guard allowed him experience with film editing, anything regarding the computer beyond that scope was beyond his capabilities. To retain his catch, Gordo had to enlist the skills of a third party. And favors had to be exchanged.



This brings Gordo back to the dilemma he was pondering. It is a common trait among bullies that they didn’t like to share.



Gordo did not like to share.



“You lied, fatass” said the man sitting across from him, breaking Gordo’s train of thought. “You basically told our good countess that you’d be the only one she’d have to humor… when did you say she was coming?”



“Shut it, you’ll get your piece of the action when the time comes. We’ve got half an hour before she shows, I told her to be punctual. Then we go as planned. Now…how exactly does this internet blackmail thing work again? I only got as far as me having to sign on every week.” Gordo said.



“Ah, hehehe, if I haven’t said it already, I’m a genius for coming up with this part of the plan, and you’ll thank me for it too.” Grinned the hacker. Gordo waited for him to elaborate.



“Basically, I encrypted that DVD to install a program onto the countess’s computer, which overrides all of her security functions and just about chains her computer to your computer. Everytime she connects to the internet, the program initiates, logging her into a subsidiary account that ties into yours. Thus everything she does while on that computer can be seen on our screen.” He licked his lips “Now here’s the sweet spot. There are two ways that the archived glamour shots and films that you managed to…hehe… procure… will be made public. One is if you fail to sign on for a certain period of time, which I doubt you will. The other is if no new material is uploaded into the archive for more than a week.”



“So you mean…”



“Yes, this babe of yours certainly dug herself a deep hole, but there’s no reason not to help her dig it even deeper. The good news is you won’t even have to do any of the work. She’ll have the obligation to submit entries of herself… hmm… into the system, and every time she does that, the timer resets. If she doesn’t…well, let’s say the world’s never tired of new porno.”



“…You’re a sick man, you know that?...and god DAMN you’re a genius” exclaimed Gordo. “But wait…what if I don’t like what she puts up?”



“Well that is why you should log on often. The connection between her computer and yours will alert you whenever she uploads new material. And when you log in, you can choose to accept her entry or reject it. If you accept the entry everyone’s happy, but if you reject it, the entry doesn’t get deleted, but our lady friend will have her timer set to the time prior to her upload. So if she had three days before her times run out, she’d have to submit another entry or her clock just keeps ticking down from three days.”



It took all but a few seconds for the idea to sink in. Already, Gordo could imagine himself abusing the system, forcing Lara to submit far more entries of her self than the system was designed for. He nearly cummed himself just thinking about it.



Gordo had to admit that the man was a genius. But still, he didn’t plan on having the bloke around for very long. Gordo didn’t like to share, and the thought of even letting anyone else use what he’s already come to view as his property made him mad. As of the moment, though, he needed to make sure he understood the kinks in the system. Then he would do away with the extraneous human presence.



After going over the procedures for utilizing the system to its maximum, Gordo and the man went downstairs into his basement to prepare for their guest. Gordo never liked to skimp if the situation allowed, and assuming his guest does as per ordered, he was about to receive a very handsome sum in addition to her required services. As such, Gordo had spent quite some money on his basement décor. He aimed to impress.



The sound of a motorcycle grinding to a halt outside his house greeted Gordo just as he was finishing up. A quick view at the security camera feeds that the man had helped him set up confirmed that it was indeed his guest. She was garbed in the same attire as he had last seen her, and already Gordo began to salivate over her curvatious features, which he had already come to know well.



On the monitor, Lara walked slowly up to the front door, her face grim and jaw lines visibly clenched. She wasn’t wearing her utility belt, and in one of her hands she carried a briefcase. ‘Ahhhh’ thought Gordo, ‘money’



“Quick, to your position!” he whispered to his companion, who nodded silently and took up a spot near the door, obscured from view. In his hands he held a rag.



Lara ringed the doorbell, apprehensive yet determined to go through with the night. The door opened a crack to allow the muzzle of fatass’s gun to poke through, behind which his seedy eyes checked her up and down.



“I’m unarmed” Lara said, and after scanning her over, fatass opened the door the rest of the way. “come in” he said. Lara obliged, and stepped through the door.



She had expected fatass to be the only one in the house, and had guessed that he was the selfish type who wished to take everything for himself if possible. She was right in that judgment, but unfortunately, fatass had thought the plan out a little more carefully. Lara had barely cleared the doorway when the third man struck.



With the element of surprise, it wasn’t until the man had Lara in a half nelson and was pressing the rag up against her face before she realized there was someone else there, and promptly started to fight, flailing her briefcase and feet at anything within striking zone. But alas, the ambush had succeeded, and it was only a few seconds before Lara’s mind grew fuzzy. The last vision her drooping eyes could see was fatass taking the briefcase from her limp hand, a smile on his face so wide it added yet more creases to his already heavily folded chin.



Some time later….



Lara awoke, but kept her eyes closed. Her mouth was duct taped shut. It was a small relief that she was still clothed, but that wasn’t much comfort. She was hanging by her wrists, evidently chained to the ceiling. Her socks and boots had been removed, and Lara could feel the coldness of steel cuffs and binds to her ankles and the bit of thigh just above the knee. She didn’t need to test the binding out to know that they were there to prevent any aggressive actions she should attempt with her legs. Lara knew that she was in deep trouble, and the conversation occurring very near her confirmed it.



“Hehe, how amusing, our countess tried to use a briefcase bomb on you” came a male foreign voice, which Lara surmised he was the one who put anesthesia to her face. Lara’s heart sunk. Her plan had failed, and judging by the fact that there was conversation going on, her briefcase bomb had failed to put fatass out of commission.



“Shut up, bitch nearly gave me a facial with that thing, and the next thing you know the neighbors were all on the phones asking this and that, then there was that pig who showed up, and fuck I thought we were done for.” Came fatass’s voice. Lara’s heart skipped another beat at the mention of a law enforcer. It would seem that no outside help would be coming, as her captors had evidently driven off the bystanders who heard her bomb go off.



“You’re just lucky she only used enough bomb to knock you backwards. Obviously the lady still wants her dignity.”



“Fuck, like I’d give her the password to the account even if she had a gun to my head.”



“Don’t lie chubby, you would’ve caved and you know it, but that’s not an issue now. Looks like she’s still asleep…funny, I didn’t use that much anesthesia.”



The men fell silent, and Lara could hear them bustling about the room. Se strained her ears to hear what they were doing, but couldn’t make out anything substantial. She kept her eyes closed and her body relaxed in is hanging state, wanting to come off as unconscious.



A fiery pain emanated from her ass, putting an end to the pretense. Lara’s eyes snapped open in shock and pain, and her body reflexively tried to position itself to ward off the attacker, only to jerk hopelessly against her bindings, which had little slack for movement.



“Dude, did you shut the basement door? That was damn loud”



“Yeah of course I did, and oh lookie here…the bitch is awake.”



Lara’s head craned around to see her assailant. Her eyes locked with fatasses, glaring vehemently at him. Gordo of course just smiled widely, a paddle in his hands.



“Thought you’d try something funny, eh?” he said, and Lara could tell by the traces of soot which darkened parts of his otherwise shiny bald head that he definitely caught her bomb head on. Her captor reached over and ripped off the duct tape on her mouth. “got anything to say for youself?”



“Looks like you enjoyed the bomb?” even in her captive state, Lara tried to put up some lip.



Gordo’s smile twisted into a snarl. Not replying, he simply raised the paddle, and with a deafening smack brought it down again onto Lara’s ass. She yelled in pain and squirmed against her bonds yet again, but all to nothing.



“You were supposed to bring me some money, bitch!” screamed Gordo, his nasal voice cracking. He brought the paddle down again, and again, watching in relish as Lara fought her bonds, trying to avoid his vicious blows.



After the tenth blow, Gordo stopped. He was already breaking out into a sweat. He reached over, and yanked Lara’s head back by the hair to look at her face. She was perspiring heavily, her eyes and jaw clenched tight.



“You going to behave now?” he asked.



“Fuck you,“ said Lara, her eyes snapping open, suddenly sending a wad of spit into Gordo’s face.



“Bitch!” he screamed, and raised his hand to slap her, but stopped midway. He thought for a second.



“Hmm, won’t do to have your face all mashed up, I’m afraid. Can’t send you off with anything visible…” he mused. Releasing Lara’s head, Gordo motioned for his partner. “Fill her in on the details.” He said.



As the man explained Lara’s hopeless predicament to her, Gordo didn’t stay put. He undid Lara’s shorts, musing when he found a new pair of black panties underneath. He slid both down Lara’s thigh, just enough to give him access to her nether regions.



Lara kept silent as she was informed of what the hacker had done. She could feel the pudgy fingers of fatass toying with her pussy, but was so stunned by the level of intricacy that her captors had planned their blackmail that she didn’t make any movement against his fingers. That changed towards the end of the lecture, as Gordo began to insert a long object into Lara. Her jaws tightened in pain as the instrument was slid in.



To call it a dildo would have been unjust. The steel cylinder was a good two inches in diameter, and was studded with metal spikes that were blunt enough not to puncture flesh but wrecked havoc on the nerves in Lara’s vagina. Lara writhed in discomfort, and actually tried to spread her legs open in order to alleviate some of the pain. Fatass didn’t stop until a good six inches of the thick rod was embedded inside her. There was still four inches of the rod protruding, but after several hard and painful thrusts, refused to fit.



Gordo looked up into Lara’s face. Her chest heaved in labored breathing as she exhaled through clenched teeth, determined not to let another scream out. Gordo placed a hand on Lara’s cheek, caressing it. She tried to jerk away, but with her arms above her head, couldn’t manage it.



“Oh gee, I’m sorry, looks like you’re not very comfortable there…hey McGee, make her a little more comfortable, will ya?” fatass said, a feigned expression of concern on his face.



Lara heard chains being moved around in the background, and nearly sighed in physical relief when her legs were manipulated apart by their bindings, held into a splits position in midair.



Lara had no problems doing the splits, being as lithe as she was. The change in position would have in fact alleviated some of the pain from her crotch. But Gordo thought better. As Lara's legs were being drawn appart, he pulled her panties and shorts up her thighs, covering up the metal cylinder. As her legs reached the apex of the splits, Lara's back arched in pain as her drawn pants actually forced two more inches of the cylinder into her vagina. The pain only increased when Fatass forcibly buttoned and zipped up Lara's shorts. An awkward bulge in the shorts visibly indicated that there remained only a scant two inches of the ten inch rod of pain, and even that was pressed painfully upwards by the tight shorts.



"I'm a forgiving man, m'lady" Fatass smiled. "so I'll give you these options, either you scream my name, and it's Gordo by the way, and call me master, and I'll let you off easy, or I'm gonna make you wish you had never been born."



"...Fuck...you..." snarled Lara, through clenchd teeth. In her anger, she couldn't bring herself to bow down, even as her crotch was telling her to give in and let the pain stop.



"...Very well then" said Fatass. He reached into his pocket, and produced a ball gag, which he donned on Lara's mouth, with some effort, as he had to pry her jaws open. He raised the paddle high above his head, and in a motion akin to swinging a golf club, brought it down and around, to smack viciously into the bulge in Lara's pants.



Had Lara been abe to fully vocalize her pain, she was sure her vocal cord would have burst. She saw stars swimming across her vision as the shockwave of the blow traversed through the pants, up the entirety of the metal prick inside her, and overloaded her senses with pain.



Gordo waited for her trembling to stop, then removed the ball gag, and asked, "who's your master?"



"...f...fuck...you..." Lara spat, her body still recuperating from the aftershocks of the blow.



Gordo actually smiled at this. "I was hoping you'd give me an excuse to move to the next step." he said. he reached into his pocket and pulled out a remote, On the remote was a slide. Gordo thumbed it ever so slightly.



Lara jerked again as the vibrations began. It was only a slight tremor, but given the girth and studs on the vibrator, was more than enough to make her head swim.



"Who's your master?" Gordo asked again.



"...f...fuck...y..." Gordo didn't wait for her to finish before moving the slide up another notch, and Lara felt as her spine was going to break as her back arched against the intensifying vibrations.



"Who's your master?"



"...f...fu...." and the slide moved up further.



This dialog repeated itself ten more times, which by then the vibrator was thumming at full power, and was sending enough pain into Lara to match having a paddle smacking into a still vibrator.



Lara hissed in excruciating pain, and struggled to form words. Seeing this, Gordo, thumb the vibrator off.



"you want to say something?" he asked, smiling sweetly



"...th...that...all you ...got?...f...fuck...er..."



Gordo's face went taut. Gagging Lara, he thumbed the vibrator to full capacity again, relishing in his victim's evident pain. Not stopping there, he started to pummel her crotch with the paddle, each strike hammering onto the end of the bulge in her pants.



Little by little, the last two inches of the vibrator was nailed into Lara, spearing her past her cervix and into her belly. Her convulsions continued for a few seconds after her shorts finally lost the bulge, after which her capacity for enduring pain finally gave out, and she slid into blissful unconciousness.

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would be nice to get some reviews, so speak up, folks. I got another chapter halfways done, so that should be up soon also.