Tomb Raider: The Fat Man Chronicles

SO basically I haven't updated at all since summer began, and I'm going to explain why in a bit.



It seems that the few who answered my question regarding Lara's breasts preferred the exaggerated DD's found in Anniversary and the older games before Legend. Personally, I tend to prefer that the breasts were a little more normal and realistic sized. Huge knockers don't do much for me; much more than a handful and I get the feeling that I'm drowning in mammaries XD



My laptop, in an overclocking frenzy-gone-wrong (I know, you shouldn't overclock lappies, but I did) fried itself. I had neglected to back up anything onto flash drives (I now store everything in email drafts for online access) so that set me back about a month. After that, I was on vacation with GF dearest, which reminds me. If you ever get a chance to climb a high mountain in the early morning, and find a nice secluded spot away from the trails/hikers, and is pretty bug free, and your girlfriend happens to be with you, bring a condom. I did, and I didn’t regret it. Good thing that we didn’t meet any bears; would’ve been awkward.



Maybe it’s the perks of growing up and being stressed about worldly things other than my own little sadistic world, but I sadly can claim that my libido is not what it used to be back in high school (where any remotely attractive girl could serve as a wanking-fantasy for the evening). J/k, I didn’t wank off that much, it’s hardly attractive, and there’s no artistic way to go about it. Back to the subject; basically I not only do I have less time to spend rutting in AFF, but I find more and more that whenever I do have time, I’m more inclined to hit the couch and sleep. Never did used to value sleep, but it’s a luxury these days. Sitting down and writing this stuff requires motivation, and I'm lacking in that department lately



Anyways, here’s an update from yours-el-procrastinatore-truly. I could promise another one next week, but I’d probably be kidding myself.



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As soon as Gordo had left the bathroom, Lara adjusted temperature of the shower. The freezing water flowing through her core was sending shivers up her back. After that she could no longer help but collapse onto the floor of the shower, curling into a fetal position as she began retching her stomach insides out. Not only did it seem as if her intestines wanted to jump out of her throat, her bowels also seemed to have lost all control. She thoroughly emptied herself from both ends, and then some. All the while, the showerhead remained jammed inside her, soapy water splashing out of her crack. The bar of soap wedged inside her came out easy enough. A few minutes of having the shower head blasting against it had reduced its volume enough that the slippery bar slid right out along with the shower head when Lara finally struggled to her feet and gingerly spread her thighs ajar.



Only then did Lara truly get the chance to wash away the accumulation of filth and grime and soap sudds that permeated her body. Dried cum stuck to the inside of her nostrils from when she had regurgitated it out of her nose the night before. Using what’s left of the soap that was in her pussy and the humiliating shower head, Lara cleaned herself up, willing herself to imagine that this was all just a dream, that the rest of the night ahead of her was only a long nightmare.



A fresh bottle of mouth wash, an unused toothbrush and accompanying toothpaste were on the sink, placed there for Lara by Gordo. A welcome sight, as at Lara’s mouth was chalk full of the aftertaste of soap and cum. She almost wished that the mouthwash was stronger, but her captor, in his sexual wisdom, had decided that he didn’t want to take away her sense of taste with something too strong, and had left her a much milder brand.



Lara’s “cloths” were on the bed as Gordo had told her. Everything was brand new, although that was hardly a good thing. Lara picked the towels and the hairdryer out of the pile and returned to the bathroom to dry her self off. Her hair was pulled back into the simple ponytail she usually wore. Returning to the bedroom, she took in what Gordo had left for her to wear that evening.



The bright pink dildo, similar to the one that Lara had been subjected to all morning, was designed to mount onto either the front or the rear of a leather outfit that was really nothing more than a series of leather pieces that resembled the skeleton of a swimsuit. The leather outfit lacked so much material that it took Lara a good amount of time to figure out which holes were meant for her arms and legs. The dildo matter she decided on quickly, as the dildo was not designed for anal use in the first place. It’s faux head, full of exaggerated veins and an engorged head, filled Lara completely when fixed against the leather outfit, which Lara could now see covered literally nothing. Leather straps extending from a neck collar circumvented the sides of her breast to branch out into thin pieces that encircled the curves of her pelvis and buttocks. Were it not for the dildo and a mildly cupped triangular plastic piece that connected to a gaping hole in the outfit and secured it against her mound, her nether regions would be completely visible to all. Lara remembered to turn the dildo on before inserting it into herself, and the familiar feeling that the vibrating rod invoked along its length inside her didn’t impede movements any longer as she finished dressing. The leather straps were smooth edged, but had no slack to them at all, and held the vibrator firmly in place.



A black party gown was all that was left for Lara to cover up with. To that effect, its low cut V front exposed her cleavage and the leather straps, barely covering her nipples, which still stood out through the black fabric. The dress itself was split on both sides, with the cuts so deep and the material so scarce that it was impossible for Lara to keep any significant area of her thighs covered with them. Lara herself owned a few outfits that showed almost as much skin as this one, but only because she liked the flexibility they afforded. This dress was designed from the grounds up as a slutty parody of actual evening gowns, and afforded her more degradation than it did freedom.



Returning to the bathroom with the make-up kit, Lara pretended that she was brushing up for an evening at the art gallery, her deft hands manipulating the limited supply of facial applicants to conceal the weariness that had built up. It was to her credit that years of continuous athleticism made her recovery almost inhumanly fast. The short reprieve that she had been given before the shower had allowed her body to recharge. The scarce amount of makeup that Lara applied to herself did more to augment her natural beauty than it served to cover up for any deficiencies.



Gordo was waiting for Lara when she descended the stairs. His eyes feasted hungrily on her all the ways down. Lara’s eyes stole a quick glance around the living room, which Gordo had decided to use for the evening event. Aromatic candles lit up the dimly lit room, and Lara could smell their scent wafting towards her. The only light besides the candles was a low hanging ceiling fixture, in which a solitary white bulb lit up the metal table in the center of the room. Everything besides the dank walls had been covered in maroon colored drapery, giving the whole room a deep crimson hue.



A cart nearby held a plethora of dishes. Gordo had ordered out, and he had been very liberal with the tab, as there was enough food to feed Lara for three days. To him of course it was scarcely a day’s worth, but for dinner, there was enough for one more guest.



“Took you long enough, lay down on the table.” Gordo directed. When Lara had complied, he bent over her, held his face against the nook of her neck, and took a deep whiff, sighing in satisfaction. From there, he worked his way around her body, taking in the soft scent of her flesh, which, now that Lara had been able to wash clean, emitted the intoxicating natural aroma of her body.





Gordo’s hands parted Lara’s thighs, lifting up the front of her dress to expose the leather outfit underneath. He held a hand undid the triangular retainer, and pulled it outwards, drawing the vibrating dildo out of Lara. The dildo was already moist with Lara’s juices. Prying her lips apart, Gordo’s head delved inwards, his tongue swathing around, tasting Lara. Pleased that asides from her nectar, her canal had no traces of soap left in it, the dildo was pushed back into Lara and secured it.



Gordo pulled Lara up off the table and drew her into a smothering kiss, his tongue pushing past her reluctant mouth to taste her oral cavity. The aftertaste of mouth wash and toothpaste was there, and like her vagina, Lara’s mouth tasted just as pleasant to him. Unknown to Lara, everything that Gordo had left her, from the dildo to the mouthwash, toothpaste and the shampoo, had all been laced with slow-acting aphrodisiacs. The aromatic candles in the room were similarly purposed, and while Lara may not have noticed it yet in her disgust at being fondled and sullied by Gordo, her body was already starting to ready itself for the pleasures planned for the night.



“When McGee comes, you’re going to make like the whore that you are and act all romantic. The better the act that you put up, the easier it will be on you later. Use only your hands and mouth, every ounce of cum he puts out you swallow, and remember to clean him off afterwards. I’m saving your cunt for desert.”




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Lara’s slender fingers gripped the swollen shaft in front of her as she worked it ardently, her head swirling in the heat of the moment. The multitudes of aphrodisiacs coming from inside her and from the environment, coupled with the vibrator, were putting her in the worst sort of arousal. Saliva was flooding her mouth, forcing her to keep swallowing. The candles’ flickering lights cast a glow across the perspiration that saturated every inch of exposed skin.



The phallus Lara was servicing was abruptly pulled from her grasp, and she was hauled to her feet from her previously stooped bearing. A hand snaked around her waist and drew her into an offensive embrace as a hungry set of lips crushed against her own. Down below, she could feel the rock-hard member pressed against her belly, the precum that she had worked up seeping through her dress.



Lara shuddered with a subtlety that not quite hid the deep orgasm from the man molesting her body, her sensitive nipples readily accepting the hands that pulled apart the front of her dress to feast upon the globes beneath. She offered no resistance as McGee pushed her onto her back across the smooth fabric covering the floor and straddled her chest, pulling the material of the dress around her breast to keep them exposed for his gratification. Her head lolled to one side as she felt the valley between her breast occupied by the shaft, her eyes fluttering narrowly and she let out an involuntary hum. Her back, completely bared thanks to the dress’s lack of coverage, pressed against the smooth felt as the body above her rocked against her breasts.



“Here’s some lube, don’t shoot all over her, let her take it all in the mouth” Gordo casually bend down, a bottle of syrup mixed with aphrodisiacs in hand. The other man looked the bottle over, squirted some into his own mouth, appreciating the taste as he put some between his cock and Lara’s breasts. The syrup produced a sticky squelching tempo as it was worked between Lara’s breasts by McGee. His painfully hard shank stroked harder and faster against her body, euphoria quickly overtaking him. Feeling himself about to cum, McGee shoved his dick forward far enough that his balls, covered in syrup, squashed against Lara’s breasts. He pulled her head forward with one hand and pried her mouth over with the other, pressing his bulging head against her agape lips, and began shooting his load into her mouth.



Lara gurgled a little in misty shock, herself climaxing as the familiar taste of cum bathed the roof of her mouth the back of her throat. McGee leaned forward even further, cramming his still stiff shaft into her mouth as she struggled to swallow the bursts of semen it expended. Lara, remembering Gordo’s instructions earlier, started to swath her tongue around the cock entering her mouth, licking it clean of the used sap. The sweet fluid mixed unpleasantly with the cum to create an odd flavor that Lara did not care to interpret or decide whether she liked or not. She did blush, however, when her tongue was used to clean the honey from McGee’s scrotum, a part of the male genitalia that he mouth thus far had no experience with. Somewhere in her consciousness Lara was deeply disgusted with what she was doing, but at the moment, she was letting her body run amok of her logic.



McGee got down next to Lara to return the favor, his slimy wet tongue stroking her chest, her collarbone and her neck, wherever the syrup had gathered during his titty fuck. He squirted some more syrup onto Lara’s nipples and suckled them, feeling the nubs harden under the moist attention.

The dildo was pulled out of Lara, and Gordo pushed the bottle of syrup partly into Lara before giving it a good squeeze, filling her canal up with the sweet sap, letting it mix with the her own juices. He then pushed an immensely thick and long cut of sausage into her for it to marinate. Having raped Lara many times before as well as toyed with her canal, Gordo had a pretty good gauge of how much she could take into her, and the sausage was a tight fit, depressed into Lara as Gordo forced it inwards. The sausage was mounted on a thick handled skewer, the grip of which remained protruding from Lara’s pussy, the hilt right up against her agape lips.



With a firm grip on the skewer handle, Gordo began sliding the thick meat in and out of Lara. At first he went slowly, afraid that the skewer would separate from the sausage. After ravaging her for a minute he increased the rhythm and the force with which he shoved the meat against her twat. Syrup oozed out around the sausage, pushed out of Lara’s crack with each thrust. McGee’s hands joined the fray, stroking the supple flesh next to the moving sausage, his fingers wiping up the excess syrup, sometimes tasting them himself and other times bring them to Lara’s mouth for her tongue to collect. His other hand kneaded the Lara whined weakly, her body completely in the control of the two men. Consciousness of what was happening to her was becoming rather fleeting, suppressed by the overwhelming stimulation of pheromones, aphrodisiacs and physical ministrations she was being subjected to. What little fight Lara could have mustered was trivial due to her having been starved ever since leaving her home the day before, any energy reserves having been depleted from prolonged physical abuse.



While she drifted somewhere between reality and the subconscious, Lara had already climaxed several times. The sausage, thickly coated with her juices and syrup, was removed and savored. While the marinated meat was being consumed, the dildo was put back into Lara to keep her body in heat.



A resounding slap to the face brought some awareness back into Lara. She struggled to her feet at Gordo’s command, and began setting food onto the table, a role she had never before had to play. The thick aroma of the food made her stomach growl, but she knew better than to help herself to food without consent. Instead, while the two men ate, Lara was instructed to keep them erect but not to make them cum, and for the better part of dinner, the only things that filled her mouth were the taste of penis and precum.



“Your little royal bitch is such a tease” McGee grinned through a mouthful of food, his cock rock hard as Lara withdrew her mouth from it to crawl over to Gordo and begin servicing him. Lara heard the insult, and her foot twitched ever so slightly, barely concealing the impulse to strike out and kick the impertinent man in the bollocks. She closed her eyes and grimaced and she forced her head down onto Gordo’s penis, her pelvis clenching as vaginal juices gushed from around the dildo.



“Here,” Gordo said through a mouthful of food, and pulled Lara off his cock long enough to clamp his lips onto her own. Forcing her jaws open, his tongue pushed a large chunk of saliva soaked half-chewed food into her mouth, gripping her head tightly as he felt her recoil ever so slightly. He made sure Lara chewed on the sordid mass for a few seconds before allowing her to swallow, right after which his cock was replaced in her mouth. McGee caught onto to the act, and when Lara crawled over to service him, he too fed her a mouthful of half-chewed food. Lara fought down her own gag reflexes and accepted that her stomach was too empty to refuse the food, however dilapidated and sickening it was. At the very worst, the food still bore traces of flavors superior to that of semen and dick.



As Gordo had promised, Lara’s pussy was the focal point of post-dinner delicacies, and after she cleared the table, she herself became the staging ground for desert. Forced to strip completely, Lara found herself laying spread legged on the dinner table. Gordo decided to tie her down so that she wouldn’t fidget as he worked.

Lara inhaled sharply as a round metal scoop full of ice cream pushed its way into her vagina, quivering from the freezing temperatures that begin to spread from her core. The scoop deposited the ice cream and exited her, reentering moments later to dump another load. The dildo was used to cram the ice cream deep into Lara, and as the cold mess was pressured inwards, it squeezed back her cervix and filled her womb with its frigidness. A banana was peeled and crammed into Lara, followed by some chocolate syrup, some caramel, and another scoop of iced cream. The freezing pain was mashed evenly within her when an egg beater was thrusted into her vagina and spun around for a few seconds, mashing the banana, the ice cream and the other flavors together. A final lump of ice cream was placed on top of her lips, with condiments added to aesthetic purposes. Lara’s breasts were covered in whipped cream on top of which two cherries perched like decorative nipples.



Gordo and McGee spooned their way into Lara’s vagina as she shivered uncontrollably from the cold. Occasionally one of them would take some of the whipped cream off of her breasts. The banana sundae didn’t taste the best, as it was half melted and mashed together in a sloppy mess, but that didn’t diminish the hard-ons that the men had from eating it straight out of Lara’s pussy.



Fifteen minutes later, Gordo smacked his lips in final satisfaction as he watched the residues of melted ice cream and mashed banana drip out of Lara’s hole. He untied Lara and dragged her off the table. With McGee’s help, Gordo sat down and mounted Lara’s butt onto his throbbing erection, her body facing away from him. Her legs were spread apart and hooked across his own thighs, giving him control of how much her legs were split. McGee turned on the dildo and pushed it into Lara, letting Gordo take hold of it. With one hand clamped over the dildo and gripping Lara from under her pussy, Gordo’s other arm stabilized her body from the waist, and bounced Lara upon his dick. The weak ‘ahs’ Lara uttered were music to his ears, proof of his dominance and mastery of her body.



By the time Gordo worked himself to a climax, Lara’s vagina had recovered from the effects of the ice cream, and had warmed up enough for a human cock. Gordo, waiting for his next hard on to arrive, kept his cock inside Lara’s anus, but leaned back in the chair, which had been braced against a wall. Pulling Lara back by her breasts and spreading her legs wide open with his own, he let the dildo slide out of Lara and clatter to the floor. The hand which he had been using to hold it in was covered in melted ice cream and Lara’s juices, and he brought it up to Lara for her to clean off.



McGee positioned himself at Lara’s entrance, licking his lips at finally getting to savor her pussy after so much anticipation. In on fell swoop, he sandwiched her between himself and Gordo, and pumped away rhythmically. He shared her breasts with Gordo, his mouth roving all over her upper body wherever Gordo’s hands weren’t placed. Lara’s hands hung limply to the sides, her eyes closed to shut out the sight of McGee’s gloating face hovering over her, breathing in shallow huffs as the stench of the two men’s breaths washed against her skin.



The cock inside Lara erupted as spunk shot its way into her womb to mix with melted vanilla. The mixture thickly coated the phallus as it exited Lara, and she lurched forward under Gordo’s manipulation, with him grabbing her arms to hold her up, and cleaned McGee off orally. As she did that, Gordo had begun to bounce her butt against his revitalized phallus again. McGee handed Gordo the dildo, and everything started all over again.



For what seemed like eternity, Lara remained for the most part doubly penetrated, at least one of the cocks moving at all times. Any hole that wasn’t used was either occupied by the dildo or other wise used as a warm sheath for a penis to idle in after it had spent its load. The men took turns at each of her holes, whispering obscene and degrading things into her ear as they did. At any rate, whatever stamina pills the two men had ingested certainly worked wonders; even Gordo, having railed Lara several times already throughout the day, managed to send another two loads into her, admittedly after prolonged bouts of penetration and thrusting.

Lara’s mouth was regularly used to clean off the cocks and the dildo after the most recent bout of ejaculation.



At Gordo’s bequest, she had to actively participate in the sex, and rode the two men with reluctant fervor, her nimble fingers either stroking her own clit or toying with a free nipple, or otherwise braced against one of two sweaty bodies to assist them in the rape. Sticky goo clung to her parched mouth, her body dried out from all the sweat and juices it had expelled.



‘Oh god’ Lara thought, another painful orgasm going of through her tainted and battered body ‘when is this ever going to end…’



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There, an update. Reviews welcome. I’m not promising any date for the next one

since school’s starting and work is mounting.