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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
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A dimly lit room, a large oval table, and seated around it, a number of figures, some suited, others in more casual wear, but the air seemed thick with...anticipation? Apprehension? Anxiety?

“It’ll never work.”

“Have you seen the footage? The woman is a psychopath.”

“I agree, this meeting is a waste of our time, we should just lock her up and have our men repay her for all the inconveniences that she’s caused us.”

“Don’t even bother with that, kill this little nuisance before she finds out you’ve called us all here.”

“I thought we were here to discuss business, what you’re proposing is lunacy, Everest.”

“Gentlemen, your concerns are completely understandable, but I would not have troubled all of you with this meeting had I not been confident in my plan.”

“We’ve seen the videos. We know you’ve had your fun with the woman, but there is no way she would agree to these terms. She’ll murder us.”

“I see someone feels emasculated by our dear Lara.”

A few around the table laughed, and the person who was just teased shot a glaring look around.

“I’m just saying what we’re all thinking. We have nothing to gain by bringing her into our operations. The potential for public scrutiny is too high.”

“And that is exactly what I’ve been trying to explain to you, gentlemen. The girl doesn’t want public scrutiny. In fact, that’s been the entire reason I’ve been able to be so... liberal... with her. She may be completely ruthless when it comes to killing, but as my extensive experiences in the past year has shown, there are no limits when it comes to the preservation of her good name. Vanity. It’s her greatest weakness, and our greatest weapon against her.”

“I’ll be happy to just see her suffer.”

A mumble of agreement around the table.

“And she will. As a proof of concept for you gentlemen, and as a preliminary step in advancing the trust and business relationship, I’ve arranged for Ms. Croft to spend a week experiencing what awaits her should she ever think to cross any one of us.”

The tablespace in front of each person in the circle flickered to life, becoming a display. A slideshow of images begun playing, showing a series of stills of thematically white and sterile rooms and equipment.

All of the rooms were empty and unoccupied, save for the very last image, which was a video feed.

A white room, a padded cell, with a single figure laying on the floor, bound in a straight jacket. She was naked from the waist down, and, judging from the exposed skin between the interlaced leather straps on her back securing the strait jacket to her, naked under that as well, the figure was slowly starting to move. Her face slowly turned to look up at what must’ve been an intensely lit ceiling light, and in the process, revealed her identity to everyone watching.

“Just in time, I think we’re ready to begin.”

“Where is this?”

“Patience, my friend, watch.”

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“Unnng...” Lara groaned as she turned her head into the bright light above her. It was blinding, and did nothing to alleviate the migraine.

She tried to bring a hand up to block out the light, and that was when she noticed the strait jacket.

Her entire right side was sore from having been under her for god knows how long, and she rolled over to her left side.

A loud buzz sounded, and the heavy door to the padded cell opened.

Lara’s attention immediately snapped to the three men entering the room, and she immediately rolled to her feet, only to stumble backwards as her legs felt like jelly, forcing her to back up against a wall for support.

“Playtime’s over, kitten,” said one of the men, dressed in scrubs like his comrades. They moved towards Lara, who rebounded off the wall and tried to crash past them, but was easily caught and hauled to her feet.

“Whe... where am I?” Lara stuttered, still disoriented and in too much of a shock to be outraged. She had only just realized she was naked down below, from the draft of air that had been let in. Her inner thighs felt all sticky.

“Too bad you had to sleep through all of this morning. Couldn’t get two of us inside you’re limp ass at the same time.” the man said, reaching down between Lara’s legs to grope her hairless snatch. Lara tried to buck away from his fingers as they snaked between her lips, but couldn’t summon the strength.

“Come on, kitten, time for you to meet your fellow inmates.”

“Fellow...WHERE AM I?!” Lara demanded.

“Solitary confinement, where else? Shut up and do as you’re told.”

“I’m... not supposed to be here, I need to speak to your boss.”

“Haha, nice try. Royce put a stopper in this bitch, don’t want her talking our ears off.”

Lara clenched her mouth shut as a ball gag was pressed against her lips, then promptly gasped when one of the men punched her in the diaphragm, pain spidering through her chest and winding her. The gag was stuffed in and secured around her head.

She could only force her legs to cooperate with the direction she was being marched in, or have them scrape on the cold concrete floor.

Rounding several bends and empty hallways, Lara was led through three sets of heavy duty doors, the first two windowless, but the third with wired glass windows that opened into a large room.

A room full of men clad in prisoner’s garb.

Lara bucked against her three escorts, the feeling of exposure and vulnerability fueling her primal struggles, but that only had the effect of immediately drawing the attention of everyone to her.

“Hello gentlemen. Say hello to your newest member here at this facility. This young lady has been a bad, bad girl, and needs to make some new friends while she’s here to pass the time.”

The inmates looked at one another, almost in disbelief.

“Confused?, well let me show you what we mean. Hold her up and spread em, fellas”

Lara squealed into the gag as she was swept off of her feet by two of her guards, and the guard who’s been speaking removed a baton that he had buckled to his belt, and pushed its handle into her pussy.

He deliberately ground the bezeled fingergrips against her pierced clitorus, and Lara felt that she was already wet from the smooth friction she felt. She had already realized that she’d been raped before she had awoken, and this only confirmed that.

The guard pushed his baton into her until its horizontal handle braced against Lara’s lips, preventing any more of the straight handle from entering. It was then pulled out slightly, then thrust back into her, as the guard began raping her with the baton.

Tears of humiliation welled up in her eyes, and Lara screamed as her rapist pounded her opening with the baton, with no finesse of care as to her feelings. Even worse was she could feel her body responding, having actually been in continual arousal even before she had awoken.

“We’ve already broken her in for you guys, but as you can see, this little slut still wants more, look, she’s already squirting all over the place.”

Lara could indeed feel her loins clenching up, and felt the rush of ejaculating below her. The baton was pulled out, having fulfilled its purpose. The arms holding up her thighs released her, allowing her legs back onto the floor.

“Only a few rules before we let you guys have her. No scratches, no hair pulling, and no removing the jacket, unless you want her to kill you. Make no mistake gentlemen, this little vixen is deadly if unrestrained. Use the cunt and asshole all you want but unless you want bitemarks, leave the gag in.”

Lara was pushed forward, and stumbled, right into the arms of the nearest inmate, a burly grunt that looked like he could snap her in two with just his arms.

“Me first.” he grunted, in a heavy russian accent. The three guards laughed.

“Whatever you want, Ivan, the rest of you, get in line, no fighting over this fine piece of meat. If you want to see more of her then we better not see a single scratch when we come back.”

Completely disregarding Lara’s muffled pleas, they left the room.

The giant that caught Lara half carried, half dragged her by the front of the straight jacket, into the center of the room, which was by the looks of it the recreational area for the inmates.

“Wmmmmmm!” Lara screamed into her gag, but knew it was no use.

Ivan, if that was his name or just a racial epithet, dragged Lara backwards all the way to a couch. There was another man sitting on it, but he immediately got up to make room for the two.

“Here, hold her” Ivan commanded to the the couch sitter and another nearby inmate, and the two immediately jumped to the task, holding Lara for Ivan as he undid his pants.

To her credit, it wasn’t the size of Ivan’s dick that frightened Lara. It was the fact that it was the first of what was sure to be many more different male members inside her that was horrifying.

Ivan leisurely sat down on the couch that seemed dwarfed by his immense size. He beckoned to his appointed cronies, and they forced Lara onto him.

Lara wanted to kick Ivan in the crotch, but held back on the impulse. Bound and naked, she felt pitiful and helpless, and allowed the men to guide her into straddling Ivan, whose erect member already touched her lips even before she started lowering herself onto him.

Lara hugged herself tightly through the straight jacket, squeezing her eyes shut and grimacing as she lowered herself onto Ivan, taking in nine thick inches of his cock, sliding all the way to the base with little resistance. It was quite painful for Lara, even with her training.

Her head didn’t even come up to Ivan’s neck, and Lara craned to the side as one giant arm crushed her against his hairy chest, while the other reached down to fondle her buttocks with a massive paw.

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The footage froze, capturing the moment of resignation and pain on Lara’s face.

The men around the circles shifted uncomfortably in their chairs, some of them more so than others, having clearly been affected by what they had just seen.

“Allow me to explain the finer points of my proposition that hasn’t been made clear to you. Ms. Croft will be kept as a guest of this holding facility for one full week, as a demonstration of what would happen to her if she ever stepped out of line. Whether she truly is mentally deranged or not, we have the evidence to prove the need for her incarceration. None of us ever sought to press charges for her crimes against you because of a need for discretion, nor do we intend to, but she needn’t know that. All that she’ll know is her cooperation is the only thing keeping her from a padded cell and the ruining of her family’s good name.”

“How much are we being compensated for our cooperation?”

“Ah, straight to the point, Mr. Takamoto. I’m just getting to that.

In order to ensure the discretion of this operation, my organization will be the sole handler for Ms. Croft, and will be enforcing the confidentiality of her special status with all necessary precautions. Understandably, I cannot share custody of Ms. Croft as that would inevitably raise questions of fairness among you gentlemen. Instead, I will, according to the evidence submitted by you showing Ms. Croft’s transgressions against you, determine her individual debt to each one of you, and will negotiate a fair terms of repayment from her.”

“A most gracious offer, Mr. Everest, but all you have shown us thus far is humiliation. I’m an old man, and it doesn’t take much for me to be satisfied.”

“That is exactly what I’m prepared to compromise on. Ms. Croft’s status will officially be as an agent of Everest Incorporated, and as such any and all services within her professional and personal abilities are to be offered in this proposition. I’m well aware that some of her more damaging clashes with most of you gentlemen has been in the field of archaeology and its related subjects. I’m certain that you must be interested in the services she can provide in those areas.”

Most of the men were looking among themselves, nodding to one another now.

Everest waited for any more objections or questions. When none came, he stood up from where he sat at the head of the oval table.

“Thank you, gentlemen, for your time and consideration. Please enjoy the modest accommodations my organization has to offer as you see fit, and I will, with expedience, present a written agreement for Ms. Croft to sign herself over to our services.

Remember, participation is completely optional, and everything witnessed and discussed in this meeting shall be left at the door. If anyone has anything further to discuss with me, please do as you see fit.”

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“Mmmmmmph,” Lara moaned as she positioned herself over another inmate’s stiff cock.

“Man it sucks that we can’t use her mouth, could have her clean all this jizz up.” The inmate complained when semen dripped from Lara’s snatch.

“Stop talking and hurry up, you can’t see the line here?”

Lara wearily looked at the line, where the complaint had originated. She couldn’t even see the speaker, so far back was he.

“Shut up nigger, you’ve had your turn I’m just on my first go! Hey bitch who told you to rest?” he said, first to the complainer, then to Lara, who allowed herself to fall against him, his fingers guiding his dick into her.

“Yo someone come plug her ass, I don’t want her shitting cum all over me.”

“No need to ask, numbnuts.” Lara couldn’t see behind her, but felt the addition of another cock push into her ass.

#16v and #23a, she counted, for her vagina and ass, respectively. That was 39 men that have came and gone inside her, and she wasn’t even finished with the first round of them, and judging from the commotion, everyone was wanting seconds, and some probably even more.

She forcibly gyrated her hips, skillfully pumping between the cocks inside her. Lara knew if she took her time she’d never see the end of it, and the only thing she could do was make everyone cum as fast as possible.

Within minutes, both men were grunting as they simultaneously were brought to orgasm by Lara, who planned it so the disgusting ordeal could be over as soon as possible.

“Wow, such a slut, looks like she’s loving it” said the one shooting into her vagina. Both men, wanting to savor finally having their pricks in a woman, buried themselves as deeply into Lara as they could, pumping sperm into her bowels and womb.

Before #17v and #24a could have their turn, Ivan, whom hadn’t moved from his seat following Lara’s riding him the first time, decided he wanted another go.

“Bring her over here, turn her around.” he said. #17v and #24a immediately scooped Lara up off of the ground where she was trying to sneak in a little respite, and brought her over to Ivan, turning her back against him and lowering her onto his behemoth of a dick. Lara let out a small whine through the gag as her sore butthole was stretched as it had never been by Ivan.

“You.” Ivan said, nodding at one of the two men, “put your fist into her.”

Lara’s eyes widened as #17v immediately got to his knees between her legs and started to work his fingers into her pussy, not waiting for her to adjust. She moaned in distress as, within a few seconds, he had balled his hands into a fist and was pressing it deeper into her. His other hand pinched Lara’s clit, rolling its barbell piercing between his fingers.

Lara came, painfully, all over the fist, and screamed as Ivan began to fuck her in the ass by lifting her body with his bulging arms. #17v knew to kept pace, and even though he couldn’t immediately satisfy his own throbbing hardon, seemed to enjoy driving his fist and half of his forearm into Lara’s pussy.

The pain was excruciating, and Lara nearly blacked out several times as the massive appendages inside her brutalized her innards. She screamed herself hoarse into the gag, each pained cry coinciding with her body staking itself on Ivan and #17v’s.

Ivan finally came, but selfishly refused to pull out, instead letting Lara stay impaled on his semi flaccid member. #17v was finally allowed his go at Lara’s pussy, which despite having just been fisted, tautened itself around his rod. #24a instead became #18v as only Lara’s vagina was taking in new dick.

Lara’s lolled her head back against Ivan’s chest. As the thrusting between her legs continued in orderly fashion, she closed her eyes, and tried to get some sleep even as her body was continually ravaged.
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