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Tomb Raider: The Fat Man Chronicles	By : MorbidFantasy Category: +S through Z > Tomb Raider (all) > Tomb Raider (all) Views: 221907 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own the Tomb Raider game series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter 17: The Pleasure Mobile
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Gordo considered the suitcase, or as he called it when he first introduced it to Lara, the all-in-one Pleasure Mobile. Not only did the suitcase serve as a discreet transportation for Lara, it was designed to stimulate every sensual part of her body, as well as keep her nourished and receptive to sex once she was let out of it.
Gordo thumbed his control pad, and the suitcase split down the middle into 2 halves mounted on a base platform.
The first procedure to loading Lara into the suitcase still remained the most uncomfortable, and that was the insertion of a catheter directly into her urethra. Lara still remembered vividly the first time this was done, when Gordo had strapped her down, blindfolded her, and slowly worked the catheter in while two vibrators were going full throttle inside her. Even now, Lara still had to hold back discomfiting spasms. Unlike normal catheters which were flexible and designed to be as thin as possible, this one was metallic, and had a bit of thickness in the middle, penetrating Lara like a slender penis, that was held in place by its tightness.
The catheter in place, Lara was made to sit into the base platform. The retractable tube from the catheter receded into the bottom of the seat as she did so.
The interior contours of the case perfectly traced Lara’s body in a fetal position, as such the base platform was essentially a deep seat that reached Lara’s hip where it was the widest, the center of the seat rising up to meet her in the middle. Two vibrators were mounted there, penetrating Lara as she sat down into the case. As soon as she was seated they were turned on, beginning to pulse and thrust into her. The base of the catheter, because it had its own mount on the vibrating platform, also sent another source of vibrations into Lara.
“Hehe, pissing yourself already?” Gordo mocked as the urinary sensors on his control pad betrayed Lara, whom the urethral stimulation has just caused her bladder to empty itself, the catheter funneling it all into a urinal reservoir.
Both of the vibrators were custom made, products of months of “testing” during Lara’s sessions with Gordo. Having trained her vaginal senses in the ability to gauge the size of what was stuck into them, Gordo increased the variables, adding bumps, spines and other protrusions, having Lara identify which combination of thickness, length and protrusions stimulated her the most.
Her anus underwent similar conditioning, with a vibrator designed specifically to amplify anything inside her pussy. This vibrator also functioned to give Lara an enema, so that her rectum was clean for anal sex.
Even their intensity and pace at which the vibrators thrust in and out of her were were programmed by Gordo personally through observation, shuffling through randomized tempos from a modified music playlist. Thus Lara was never given a chance to adapt to a tempo, always being kept off balance.
Straps were pulled around Lara’s waist and her wrists were cuffed down next to her ankles. Gordo then helped Lara into a massage brassiere, which had nipple electrodes, heart and body temperature monitors, a length of cable extended from the brassiere to terminate in another electrode that clamped onto Lara’s clit piercing. Lara braced herself as the cable was attached, and a preliminary test was run on the electrodes, which pulsed three quick surges of electricity through them. She yelped slightly as the shock forced an orgasm from her.
As her juices spilled from around the vibrator, they triggered humidity sensors at the base of the vaginal vibrator, a suction vents immediately removed the excess fluids into the urinal reservoir, keeping the case dry.
Lastly was the mask, a black contraption that included a headset for communications, a blindfold that cut off vision even before the case was closed, oxygen was fed directly into her nose by rubber tubes that plugged into her nostrils, and a feeding tube fed Lara fluids (usually stimulant laced sustenance) to balance out her loss of bodily fluids. The nutrients from the feed, designed to be nearly completely digested, left little in the way of byproduct, further facilitating clean anal sex.
As always, Gordo allowed himself to bask in sight of a blindfolded Lara sitting in the case, not closing it just yet. He removed the feeding tube to Lara’s mask, revealing her mouth, which he promptly inserted his cock into.
Having just serviced Everest’s cock, Lara’s mouth still had the aftertaste of semen on it, and Gordo’s recently cleaned cock was at the very least, tolerable, although it did stretch her esophagus much wider than the older man’s prick.
“Consider yourself lucky I didn’t put jizz in the feed this time around, so this is the only spunk you’ll be drinking for a bit. Better ready that ass though because that’s the first thing I’m going to fuck when I let you out.”
Lara mumbled a small protest around the meat inside her mouth as Gordo forced himself deeper into her oral cavity, extending into her throat. It didn’t take long before Gordo was cumming, groaning with satisfaction as she sucked the cum from the tip of his cock. Lara had almost perfected the technique now, quickly swallowing the semen as it shot out so as to minimize the amount of time it spent sitting in her mouth. For Gordo, the technique only heightened his pleasure, so he had no complaints.
Once he was finished, Gordo brought the wings of the suitcase up, and Lara curled into herself as she felt the walls on each side of her envelop her, sculpted foam surrounding The snug fit left not even room to wriggle, each wing had half of a padded metallic collar, that snapped shut as they joined together around Lara’s neck. The thick feed tube was also locked in place by the wings. Meanwhile, circular metal latches rotated themselves around Lara’s inner thighs, encircling them in the same place where the thigh straps to her gun belt would’ve been located. They drew her thighs apart, pressing them into the mold of the wings. With this, Lara’s last bit of freedom of movement was removed.
For a sound proof and tight-sealed case, Lara’s body was kept well ventilated and air conditioned, if only to ensure she was physically preened to service her male masters when she was let out of the case.
“Mr. Everest has a special assignment for us. He’s sending us on a trip out of country. I have a very good feeling about this new assignment hehe. I was getting tired of fucking you in the same place all the time.”
From within the case Gordo heard a faint yell protesting this sudden development, and was amused that Lara was able to make herself heard through the mask and the case’s dual sound barrier.
“You bastard! I didn’t agree to this! You let Everest knowAHHHHHHHHHHHHRMMMMMM…” was as far as Lara got before punitive surge of electricity hit her clit and nips Her body bucked against the inside of the suitcase, she could feel whatever fluids she had left in her bladder rushing into the catheter. At the same time, the end of the feeding tube connected to her mouth extended itself from its sheath, forcing its way into her mouth. Its rubber head slide past her struggling tongue and pressed against the back of her throat, gagging any further words.
“Don’t be a bitch about it you knew the deal with Everest. We both work for him now so the best you can do is relax and get ready for some of that crazy outdoors shit that you do. Here, enjoy this new stuff I found, I hear it lasts five times longer in the system.”
A depressed switch, and suddenly both vibrators inside Lara paused in their thrusting to push an extra two inches into her, then simultaneously discharged loads of cold fluid from their tips. The penis shaped feed tube also started sending spurts of bittersweet fluid into Lara’s mouth. The two rods spearing Lara’s loins stayed buried inside her for a few seconds, vibrating furiously, before pulling back to resume their thrusting. The feed tube meanwhile continued to spew small loads of nutrient filled liquid as if it were an ejaculating penis. Lara had no choice but to swallow each spurt.
Almost immediately, she felt a surge of arousal on top of what the vibrators were already giving her, and within minutes she was shaking. Whatever drugs Gordo had acquired was strong indeed. Lara could feel the blood pounding through her entire body as her mind nearly blanked from the pleasure.
Once again, Gordo decided to pull one of his many cruel jokes, choosing this moment to patch a call to Winston from Lara while she was still curled up inside the suitcase. She was still being stimulated by the twin vibrators, which the internal servos of the case itself were now thrusting them in and out of her.
“Lady Croft?” Winston’s voice came over the earphone, just as the feed tube finished ejaculating into Lara’s mouth and retracted back into its sheath, barely leaving Lara time to stymie her heavy breathing and clear her throat.
“Yes...Winston, I know it’s late, but something’s come up, and I will be out of town for a bit….” A pause as another orgasm took away Lara’s ability to speak normally.

“I see, when can I expect your return?”
“Yes…just…a…second…” Lara managed to make out, as she rode out the climax. “the itinerary does not have a return date at this point… I will call you when I know how long… it will take.”
“I see. Well I wish you luck on your journey milady, and hope you succeed in finding what you’re looking for.”
Lara almost wished Winston would just hang up and save her the exertion of trying to talk normally while two large vibrators sporadically pumped aphrodisiacs into her system, but he proceeded to question her on what seemed to her at the moment as the most trivial issues; what to say to the press should they inquire about her, what to do about previously scheduled appearances at archaeological seminars should she be unable to attend them.
“Oh I’m… sure you’ll think of something.” Lara finally was forced to say dismissively, and Everest finally got the hint, and bid her safe travels once more, before hanging up.
Lara was finally able to let out the strangled gasp she had been holding in, sucking in air through the oxy feed even as a fresh dose of aphrodisiac was pumped into both her holes, which at this point she could barely feel the difference as she had already absorbed so much of it. She did however feel the cold draft of the vent her pussy was pressed against as it sucked the juices from her twat.
The hydration sensors kicked in again, and Lara could now draw air only through her nose as, once more, the cock like feed tube forced its way into her mouth an began pulsing its contents down her throat.
“That old codger,” Gordo’s voice came on. “A real busy body. so what if you get your pussy and tailpipe stuffed on weekends? In the States rich bitches do it AND sell the tape to get publicity. I mean if Paris Hilton has got the world by the shaft just imagine what we could do with you on film?”
He couldn’t hear Lara’s answer, but he already knew from his data pad that she was currently having her mouth invaded by a spunk shooting rubber dick.
Gordo wheeled the suitcase outside, where one of the five thugs Everest had placed under his command helped him lift the suitcase up and into the back of a helicopter.
“Where to boss?” the crony asked as they strapped the suitcase in place.
“To the airfield; and not a word to anyone about this. This is a priority one assignment, mouth off about it and I’ll kill you myself.”
“Yes boss.” The thug quickly said as he readied the chopper for takeoff. Gordo meanwhile sat in the passenger cabin, buckled in, then decided to have a little fun and pulled out his data pad.
A virtual representation of an immobile Lara inside the suitcase could be seen by Gordo, and he rotated the image of her on the data pad, zooming in on her crotch, which was glowing red and yellow on the thermal imaging. Gordo could see that the rods inside Lara were functioning normally, allowing themselves to match her body temperature, but periodically refrigerated themselves to give her a cold surprise.
Gordo close the hatch between the cockpit and the cargo hold as the helicopter’s engine revved up, to make sure the pilot couldn’t hear him. He put on his head set, then patched himself through to Lara.
“Feeling a bit cramped?” he asked slyly. “If you want I can open the suitcase and let you stretch a little, and polish my knob while you’re at it.”
Getting no answer, Gordo realized he forgot Lara was unable to respond, and gave the command for the feed tube to retract from her mouth.
“Don’t *cough* flatter yourself you fat muppet. I’m perfectly fine in here without looking *cough* at your arse of a face.” came Lara’s belated snappy reply.
“Cheeky bitch.” Gordo said, a little annoyed but also amused. On his data pad touch screen, he tapped the electrode around Lara’s clit, and heard a gasp as the actual electrode attached to Lara’s gave her a small shock.
Gordo zoomed back out to look at Lara’s whole body, deciding what to do next. He spun to her back view, and ran a finger down Lara’s spine. Inside the suitcase, Lara felt rollers activate along her back, beginning to apply rotating pressure all along her spine.
Switching to front view, two fingers rubbed Lara’s breasts, turning on the breast massager. The magnetic clamps around Lara’s nipples began to jerk them within a small sphere of movement, while the bra as a whole began to vibrate. Wrapped complete around Lara’s breasts, they constricted rhythmically, sometimes together, some times in alternating fashion.
Randomly, Gordo tapped at the electrodes on screen, sometimes sending just a brief jolt but other times holding his finger on the screen for several seconds. With the comm open, he was able to hear Lara’s every vocal reaction to this full bodied assault of her senses.
“Go on, say something funny. I love it when you talk dirty.” Gordo goaded, even as all he could hear was Lara’s “ahhs” and “eeeps” interspersed by what would’ve been a slew of insults, if she wasn’t constantly cut off mid sentence by a shock to the groin or to her nipples.
“You…bastard…” she finally forced herself to say, as Gordo initiated the enema function of her anal vibrator. Cold fluids flooded Lara’s bowels, entering her intestinal tract, making her stomach bulge slightly. She whimpered as the catheter too pumped cleansing fluids up her urinary tract and into her bladder, instilling an uncontrollable urge to pee.
“aa…aaa… AHHHHHHHH All right all right, I’ve had enough…” a painful orgasm made Lara give in, the feeling that her bladder was going to burst if she didn’t do otherwise.
“Nah I’m not done yet.” Said Gordo, and thumbed the feed tube to gag Lara, leaving her with an overfilled bladder and rectum. He smiled from ear to ear as her whimpered pleadingly around the dildo, unable to voice her appeals for mercy. Not stopping there, he sent the signal to max out every other sexual function of the suitcase. On the screen, the vibrators began hammering into Lara viciously. The electrodes synced themselves with the vibrators, shocking Lara to amplify each thrust.
“Mmmmmmmmmph!! ARMMMMMMMPH!!!” whimpers turned into muffled screams, none of it evoking the slightest bit of mercy from Gordo. He waited all the way until the helicopter was about to land to give the command for the enema to complete itself, and dialing back the intensity inside the suitcase. Finally, the vibrator and catheter reversed their directions, and sucked the deluge of liquid out of Lara and into the reservoir. The electrodes ceased their shock pulses, and the vibrators returned to a slower thrusting pace.
After an eternity of sexual stimulation, Lara finally felt the telltale signs of her body giving up on consciousness. Her last memories were of the dildo insider her mouth finishing its feed session, and finally retreating from her mouth. As she felt the numbing sensation of passing out, Lara fleetingly wondered what position Gordo would be fucking her in when she wakes up.
After an untold amount of time, Lara realized she was awake when she felt a sudden burst of inertia, along with a quaking that rocked the entire case.
I’m on an airplane.
Outside of the suitcase, Gordo plugged in a series of external cables and thick hoses. The suitcase itself had the capacity for a few gallons of fluids, but it was also conveniently designed to dock with a station, usually the inside of a custom RV trailer but in this case the cargo hold of the airplane. This granted access to both a larger power supply for recharging the suitcase, as well as the cleansing function which Gordo now activated.
Inside the suitcase, Lara could feel the foam walls entrapping her become slick with scented soap, injected from numerous locations to evenly coat her body. The entire suitcase was then flooded with warm saline water. The rubber air tubes in Lara’s nose prevented her her from breathing in water.
Previously dormant electric motors revved up, now that they had an external energy source to power them. The foam walls became alive with motion, as each part of the suitcase wall lining was shaped pads that had its own range of motion independent of others. The entire suitcase became a full body scrubber, working the soap into Lara’s smooth skin. The massage brassiere had matching functionality, and Lara’s breasts received the same treatment.
The water began moving rapidly, a hose spewing fresh warm water through the bottom of the suitcase while a separate hose sucked the old water out through the top, the rapidity of the water flow giving Lara the uncanny sensation of sinking deeper and deeper into the darkness.
The wet part of the cleaning process lasted just long enough to rid Lara’s body of odors, the rapid torrent of fresh water quickly rinsing the soap away.
The suitcase then drained, and entered a five minute sauna function. This was a more recent function, only made possible when the suitcase was docked with a station. The moist heat vented into the suitcase served to relax Lara’s muscles, specifically to deal with the inevitable cramps that arose from being forced to remain in the same position for extended periods of time.
After some time, the hot air gradually transitioned from moist to dry, removing the last vestiges of bath water from Lara’s hair and skin. At the same time, the walls of the suitcase massaged moisturizers into Lara’s skin. Had Lara’s relationship with Gordo not been one of spiteful submission, Lara would’ve stood to be impressed by how much Gordo understood about what skin needed to remain supple and silky smooth. He certainly covered all his bases methodically.
Heavily scented fluids were now flooding Lara’s inner orifices, her pussy, anus and her mouth, their mixture perforating her body so thoroughly that Lara could sleep for hours afterwards, swallow copious amounts of cum, and still retain minty fresh breath. Gordo even joked once that he had discovered the solution to the smell of flatulence, although it was impossible for Lara to produce gas of any sort due to her diet and the frequent enemas.
At long last, the cleaning process was finished, and a final squirt of fluid into her rectum. A couple seconds later she felt her body relax, her head growing slightly faint.
The first prototype suitcase that Lara had been placed in was little more than a mass of foam padding with a breathing tube inserted into it. She had been unconscious going into it, and when was so shocked and dazed by the that she came out of it kicking, resulting in a bruised testicle for Gordo; as a result the first fluid that was introduced once Gordo had installed the fluid injecting vibrators was a mild relaxant to strip Lara of her strength before she left the case.
The suitcase opened, and Lara shivered slightly as she felt the colder air in the cabin wash over her. Gordo removed her restraints, mask and bra, then wrapped his thick arms around her waist and lifted her up off the vibrators. Once she was standing, he jerked the catheter out of her.
They were alone in what seemed to be the back of a small cargo jet. It was obvious from first glance that this cargo jet was dedicated to holding Lara, as its commodities could serve no other imaginable purpose. Among sexual toys, restraints and other equipment was a bed, which Lara was pushed into roughly, with no resistance, as in her sedated state she barely had the strength to stand.
She groaned as Gordo pushed her legs apart and forced himself into her, feeling the strength of his heavy pelvis behind each thrust.
As was usual, Gordo was particularly rough to Lara after she had recently serviced Everest. Vestiges of his resentment towards his employer manifested itself physically as he raped Lara brutally. Even so, the presence of artificial lubrication and aphrodisiac allowed Lara’s body to respond pleasurably.
“Wrap your legs around me, bitch.” Gordo murmured, leaning forward onto Lara, his weight forcing all the air out of her. Their breasts squashed together, and Lara panted heavily with each thrust, barely able to draw enough air to sustain consciousness. Truthfully, she was near her point of exhaustion, and even without the sedative couldn’t have posed much of a threat to Gordo.
“Don’t you dare go to sleep you rich whore.” Gordo said, catching Lara’s eyes rolling upwards as her body shuttered in forced ecstasy. He didn’t have to elaborate the threat for Lara to know what the possibilities were.
Among the always looming threat of public exposure were physical punishment, and the recently introduced possibility of violence towards Lara’s acquaintances. To prove their point, Winston was only just released from a brief stint in the hospital after he was involved in a car “accident”, the perpetrator of the hit and run having never been caught but strongly implied to have been one of Gordo’s cronies.
“…please…Vincent…” Lara began, and Gordo immediately knew what she was thinking about; only the threat of injury to those she cared for could possible reduce Lara to begging.
“Here’s an idea for keeping yourself from sleeping on the job,” Gordo said, stopping in his thrusting. “You can sing the British national anthem while I finish my fuck.”
He resumed his thrusting, grinning like a madman when Lara actually complied and struggled to sing between being fucked out of breath.
“God… save the Qu…Queen….” She whimpered…
“Louder bitch.”
“God save our… gruuh…gracious Queenaaaaah.” Lara sang even as she begun to climax.
“Quit stammering you royal cunt.”
“Long li..ive…our noble Queen…” Lara wheezed, tears of agony and humiliation welling in her eyes as she expended the scant bit of breath she could spare between Gordo’s vicious hammering and the near continuous trembles of orgasm her body, which now that it had hit climax remained hyper sensitive and barely controllable.
When she reached the end of the anthem, Gordo had her sing it again, then again, his thrusts seemingly increasing in brutality as if her singing turned in on more.
She nearly made it through the third performance before Gordo hit his limit, even as he growled his satisfaction and collapsed his shuddering mass onto her body.
“...Finish the song bitch…” Gordo said, panting heavily. This last orgasm really tired him out, as his earlier escapades with Lara had left him all but drained. All he really wanted now was a good nap.
“For Britain’s sake defend….. our mother, prince and friend…” Lara continued, turning her head away so Gordo couldn’t see her tears. The mention of her mother in the verse tore at Lara, who more than ever wished for the comforting embrace of maternal love, even though it had been years since she knew what that felt like.
She managed to finish the anthem, sighing in relief when she realized that Gordo had gone to sleep on top of her, his heavy snores signifying a deep slumber that won’t be easily disturbed.
Lara managed to roll the heavy mass off of her, Gordo’s semi-erect penis plopping out of her soaked canal as he rolled onto his back with a brisk grunt. Knowing what was expected of her, Lara bent herself over Gordo’s groin and lowered her mouth onto Gordo’s member, which was still dribbling small amounts of semen, and suckled it clean of both of their bodily fluids.
Pulling a blanket over Gordo’s sleeping mass, Lara herself returned to the suitcase, which had finished its self cleaning in the time it took for her to satisfy Gordo’s cravings. The suitcase opened as it detected her presence.
Prior to being released from its confines, Lara had felt part of the anal vibrator inside her ass separate from the rest of the contraption and remain inside her. The separated head had once been a small explosive device that could be detonated remotely or if she wandered to far from the suitcase, effectively confining her to a limited radius around the suitcase. Returning to the suitcase was the only way of safe removal of the explosive head.
Without Gordo’s help, Lara managed to reattach the catheter, brassiere, electrodes and face mask, lowering herself into position to be locked into the suitcase, which closed around her once it detected she was in the right position. She could feel the anal vibrator reconnect itself inside of her, and breathed a small sigh of relief. She never had 100% faith that Gordo’s meticulous engineering of his sex toys nonetheless carried the risk of accidental detonation.
Unknown to Lara Gordo had long since replaced the lethal explosive with a gps insert that simply kept tabs on Lara’s location. Ever since he realized threatening her friends to be more effective than threatening Lara’s person, Gordo had found having live explosives inside Lara both obsolete and just as dangerous to any male member inside Lara should an accidental detonation happen. Functionally, the tracker allowed the suitcase to track Lara served to tell Lara that Gordo wished for her to go back in the suitcase when he was done fucking her. Otherwise, it would’ve remained on its mount inside the case when Lara had gotten out.
Without further instruction from Gordo’s control pad, the suitcase automatically initiated its default response to Lara’s presence by entering both itself and Lara into a hibernating state. After a short cleaning sequence where Lara’s pussy was rinsed with spermicidal fluids, her bladder and rectum cleaned once more and her mouth given a quick rinse.
The electrodes around Lara’s nipples and clit jolted her mildly several times, the suitcase picking up on her response to make sure she did attach them.
As the suitcase attuned itself to Lara’s body temperature, a steady flow of warm air from the docking station ventilated Lara’s body, drying her of the sweat from sex. Lara knew from experience her body would most likely be washed again before she next exited the case, but also knew she wouldn’t be conscious to feel it, as sleeping gas was mixed with the air flowing through the tubes inside her nose. Like a moth inside a cocoon, Lara slept, the void of a dreamless sleep granting her asylum from further torment.
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Diagram of the suitcase (in a nutshell)
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This is for visualization purposes, in case anyone had trouble picturing how the suitcase worked from my description. Lara is sitting down, then curled in the bottom of the case, then completely surrounded by padding, restraints and of course sex toys once the wings close around her. Four rods (two vibrators, a feed tube and a slim catheter) are inserted into Lara, adding fluids, removing fluids as they see fit. Retractable breathing tubes can put Lara to sleep with gas, or force her to inhale vapor based stimulants. When plugged into a docking station the suitcase gains additional resources and functions as described in the chapter. Hopefully I was graphic enough with my descriptions that no one will be confused. I also hope for your sakes that no one is of the habit of jumping to the erotic parts and skipping the details, as to me the details are often the most important.
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