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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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Day 5:

Having had much more sleep the night before, Day 5 passed by with relatively little distress for Lara. She even put up with a noted increase in Ivan's reaming of her holes as he allowed her less time to rest on top of his rod than normal, often pulling out after he was finished to let someone else at her.

She was almost used to the constant soreness at this point.

At the end of the day, when she was led to her cell, naked for some reason, someone was waiting for her. He was sitting on the padded floor.

It was Ivan.

“Ivan...I'm sorry if this makes you mad, but I really can't fuck any more.” Lara said, wearily sitting down a short distance away. If he really wanted to fuck, she didn’t have much of a choice.

“That's....okay, I'm only here to talk.” Ivan said slowly, in his Russian accent. He pointed up at the camera in the room, and Lara noticed that for the first time, its light was off.

“Talk?....about what?” Lara couldn't hide the surprise in her voice. Was he really just here to talk? Did he have something to say to her that he wished to say in private?

“I...know who you are...” Ivan begun. Lara's eyes widened. None of the inmates had expressed any knowledge of her identity up until this point. How did Ivan know? Was he the only one?

“You know who I am?”

“Yes...I worked for Serkov during the Siberian excavation.” Ivan said.

“Serkov...I see... is that why you're here?”

“Yes, you came in and took what we had spent months searching for, and left almost all of those who resisted dead. I survived only to be sent here with three other survivors. And now I’m the only one of them left.”

“Lucky you.” Lara couldn't avoid the sarcasm.

Ivan didn't speak for a few moments, passively eying Lara's naked form. Then he unbuttoned his shirt. Lara reflexively curled up, thinking he was going to rape her again. Instead, Ivan held out his removed shirt, motioning for her to take it.

Slightly confused, Lara was nonetheless grateful for the gesture, and pulled the massively oversized shirt over herself, letting it cover her loins.

“I don't blame you, you know. We would've killed you had you not killed us. It wasn't a fair fight, but you were... magnificent.” Ivan said, his mind in reminiscence, as Lara buttoned the shirt over herself. He suddenly seemed...shy? Almost bashful that he was complimenting her.

“...Thanks?” Lara could only think to say. For the first time, she was able to see Ivan's revealed musculature, bulging muscles and sinew-ed chest and arms and a sturdy tree trunk of a torso, no less impressive despite the presence of a gut.

“So Serkov sent you here as punishment?” She asked, after a pause.

“Yes, but I've done my share of bad things to deserve my sentence,” Ivan said in his slow voice, averting his gaze to stare at the ground between them. Lara was suddenly stricken with... sympathy? For this man who had participated in raping her for the past six days?

“It wasn't so bad,” she said, not even thinking, “I get to nap while...” she couldn't bring herself to finish saying 'while I was stuck on your massive cock.', but the message got across.

“You...looked like you needed the rest.” Ivan said, in a tone so frank and void of sarcasm that Lara suddenly wondered if he was being truthful. Had he been deliberately hogging her so she could rest one of her orifices? The notion was absurd and twisted, but part of Lara was starting to believe it.

“I wasn't talking about the past couple of days when I say bad things,” Ivan continued. “I have innocent blood on my hands. I've been thinking a lot about that ever since I was sent here two years ago.” He didn't go on, but Lara could tell he didn't want to utter some cheesy lines about finding religion, even though that was clearly where he was going with this.

“I wanted to talk to you, alone, before tomorrow.” Ivan said.

“Why? What happens tomorrow?” Lara asked, curious.

“Tomorrow I go before god and answer for the things I've done.” Ivan said plainly.

“You're being executed?” Lara said, bewildered.

“Yes, but that isn't why I wanted to talk to you.” Ivan said.

A man soon to be dead, and here he was, just...talking to Lara. Not fucking her to oblivion like what she had expected a someone with one night left to live would do.

“So what do you want? A last goodbye fuck?” She still couldn't help asking, but instantly regretted those words, feeling like she was being rude to him. He had, after all, given her his shirt to cover up with, and been nothing but polite with her since she had entered the cell.

“No, that's ok. I've done enough to hurt you already.” Ivan said, laughing nervously. “I only wanted to ask, are you going to be here permanently?”

Lara thought for a second, then answered honestly.

“I'm only here for a week, then I'm free...as free as I could be. The bastards in charge want me to do some odd jobs for them in between using me as a fuck puppet for a few years. They're blackmailing me with sensitive information so I really have no choice. I can't let my family's name be ruined on my account.”

“Good, so you still have a chance . I must warn you, they won't keep their end of the bargain. At least Serkov won't want to, I know that.” Ivan said.

“I know,” Lara said, grimly. At the moment, all the chips were in her manipulators' hands.

“When you do get the chance, make sure Serkov pays for his sins.” Ivan said.

“That's quite obvious.” Lara answered. Ivan suddenly moved towards her, and once again she thought he wanted to have sex, but was surprised as he seized her in his massive arms and hugged her, firmly but surprisingly gently.

“Thank you.” he said, and just held Lara to his chest. She could tell from his quickened breathing that he was definitely sporting a hard on, but he didn't move on his arousal.

“Is that all you wanted to tell me? To avenge you by killing Serkov?” She asked from within his embrace, surprising herself with her own relaxed voice.

“No, I also want to warn you about tomorrow.” Ivan said. Lara stiffened slightly.

“Tomorrow? What about it?”

“Tomorrow I won't be there, and I've heard whispers.” Ivan said.

“Whispers of what?”

“I've managed to keep things in order here, but tomorrow I won't be there, and I'm afraid they are not going to be as well behaved as before.” He said.

“They've been keeping order because of you?” Lara asked, slightly incredulous but forced to believe Ivan's words.

“It was my idea. No fighting over you, an orderly line, but do not believe for a moment that the majority of my companions in here like waiting for their turn. I've also heard from the guards that they're going to work you hard starting tomorrow.”

And with him gone, no one will 'protect' Lara from a day long chaotic savaging. She was starting to realize how much influence Ivan had exerted over his inmates, even the morning crowd for which he wasn't present in often name-dropped him when they referred to getting in line and taking Lara in an orderly fashion.

She sighed, leaning against Ivan's chest, once again to her own surprise.

“I guess I'll have to deal with that when the time comes.”

“I'm sure you will.” Ivan said...was he comforting her? This was getting stranger by the moment, but Lara suddenly realized the warm feeling that had been rising from her stomach. She felt secure, if only momentarily, in the embrace of this giant.

A few minutes of silence as they just laid there, cuddled together.

“Ah fuck it.” Lara suddenly said, and forced one leg around Ivan to straddle him, pressing her groin up against bulge in his pants. With one hand still resting along with her head against Ivan's chest, her other hand drifted down to free his throbbing erection from his pants.

“Wait, you don't ha...” Ivan began to protest.

“Oh shush, are you seriously complaining?” she snapped, gently, snaking her other hand down to awkwardly pull Ivan's pants down around his pre-cum stained rod.

“I...no of course not. I wasn't going to ask you for anything.” Ivan said.

“Yes you've made that clear. I'm doing this because I want to. You know how distracting it is knowing you're just sporting a massive stiffy down there?” Lara said, slightly jokingly.

“Ok, but you can make it as quick as you like, you need the rest for tomorrow.” Ivan began.

“Oh, sod off you big wuss, I'll take things as slow as I want.” Lara said, slowly raising herself above Ivan, and sinking onto him, an inch at a time. Ivan groaned as he pressed all the way up against her cervix.

Lara slowly moved herself against him, reaching around to hold herself to his chest as she gyrated her hips in his lap.

For the first time ever, Lara used the skills forced upon her by Everest to prolong and heighten a man's senses other than Everest and Gordo's. Ivan shuddered as she brought him to levels of arousal he had never experienced, yet keeping him from cumming until he was about to get blue-balled, then with a sudden flurry of vaginal contractions, milked a gigantic orgasm from him.

“Ahhhhhhhh!” he rumbled, before managing to suppress his voice, as he flooded Lara with his seed. Lara climaxed along with him, moaning pleasurably and realizing, for the first time, that she liked this feeling. There was a first for everything, it seemed.

Before Ivan could realize what was happening, Lara had coaxed a second hard-on out of him, and now leaned back in his lap, pulling against him with her arms. He let his body teeter forward until she was on her back with him still inside her.

“Come on big boy. Your last night in this world, show a girl a good time?” Lara said, a trace of laughter in her voice.

“Ms. Croft...” Ivan said, a strange mix of arousal and respect in his voice, as he began moving in and out of Lara, slowly at first, then speeding up as she wrapped her legs around his back and enticed him to thrust faster.

Lara herself let out soft squeals of pleasure as the girth inside her ballooned even more as Ivan's second erection reached its maximum, meeting his thrust with her hips.

“Unnngh,” she moaned as she freely climaxed around him without restraint, ignoring the dull throbbing that was her overworked sex organ telling her it was becoming fatigued. Maybe it was because this was the first time she had been given a choice in the matter, but the Lara was able to let the sensations of consensual intercourse wash over her in waves of happy delirium. She was in charge of the sex, and it felt, empowering.

Ivan came again, hard, and once more Lara timed herself to cum with him, the crushing pressure of his heavy body pounding her into the padded ground only turning her on even more.

“Lie back,” She ordered, and he obediently lifted her up by her back and buttocks with his paws and leaned back until it was her straddling him.

Lara dislodged Ivan's slightly wilted but still large member from her snatch, and lithely backed herself up off of his body until her head hovered over it. Pursing her lips, she slowly let Ivan’s cock part them, her tongue swirling around the semi flaccid head, sucking up the combination of his and her bodily fluids as she took as much of his giant member into her as she could comfortably fit, with the sudden realization that this was the first time his massive member had been in her mouth.

Under the fervent tongue-work and suckling, Ivan found himself throbbing within a few minutes, to his own surprise.

“Where would you like to put it, big boy?” Lara asked coyly, once she had him at full length.

“Anywhere is GAHHH” Ivan begun to say, but rumbled a surprised yelp as Lara playfully flicked his throbbing head with a dainty finger, gently so as not to inflict too much pain.

“Come now don’t be shy, where would you like it?” She asked again, a sly smile on her face now that he was completely under her spell.

“I...don't know? What would be good?” he stammered.

“Well let's try something you haven't done before.” Lara said, pulling Ivan's shirt off of herself to reveal her chest. She cupped her breasts with both hands, squeezing them around Ivan. Having been oiled up beforehand and with his dick already slick with juices, her pair of large milk glands easily slid up and down against him. Leaning down, Lara dipped her head, continuing to fellate Ivan while she titty fucked him.

“Ahhhhh....Unnngh...” Ivan could only groan in pleasure, speechless from what Lara was doing to him.

A few minutes of that, then Lara decided she wanted her own fun, and found a different way of sitting onto Ivan's enlarged phallus, with him completely obedient of her every command now.

Lara had entered her cell with Ivan at 11:30. By midnight, their copulation was well underway. She could've very well drained him of every last bit of fluid within an hour, and given the information that her day tomorrow was not going to be an easy ordeal, Lara should've stuck to a quick finish with Ivan, but somehow, the thought never crossed her mind, and she managed to draw out each of their climaxes, prolonging the intercourse.

“Enough.” Ivan finally said, at around 3am, on his back as Lara rode him reverse-cow girl styled, one hand braced against a giant thigh and the other reaching under to cup his balls and massage every last bit of arousal from him.

“Nonsense, I think if we pace ourselves we can still get two or three more uses out of this big boy of yours.” Lara said coquettishly, then yelped as Ivan braced his hands against her hips and lifted her off of him. She turned around, and mounted him face to face, thinking he wanted a change of positions, but before she could start moving, he pulled her down and held her against his chest.

“I mean it.” He said, a firm hand pressing gently against Lara's hip to stop her from exerting herself anymore.

“You done too much. Even if I go to hell after tomorrow I go happily.” He said, and tried to lift her body off of his erection

“Oh stop moving you big oaf.”

Lara relaxed her hips, and rested her head on Ivan's chest.

“Grab the blanket will you,” she asked, and Ivan used his longer reach to retrieve the blanket from nearby, and pull it over the two of them, wrapping the fabric around her body, tucking its edges around her shoulders and her bottom.

“This doesn't change a thing you know, if I had the chance, I'd still kill you.” Lara said softly, finally succumbing to fatigue as the endorphins and adrenaline slowly wore off. She could still feel Ivan stiff as a rock inside her.

“I'm sure of it,” Ivan said, in all seriousness. Lara could feel his smile, even if she couldn't see it.

She only had a scant three hours until waking hours, but, it was these three hours, spent impaled on Ivan's giant penis atop his warm bulk, that Lara slept, completely relaxed, and strangely enough, rather contently.

She had wanted to awake before Ivan left, to, she didn't know, say goodbye to him, but when she was roused, it was by members of The Five. Ivan was already gone, the only trace of his having been there being his drying seed overflowing from her holes, his aftertaste on her tongue, and an intense throbbing between her legs that didn't bother Lara to the slightest.

That is of course until her sixth day officially begun.

Day 6:

“What did you do to Ivan, you big slut?” #1 joked, later that evening, right after jerking off all over Lara's face.

“I've never seen a man go to the chair with such a dumb grin on his face.”

Lara wouldn't have answered him, even if she had the strength to. Her entire body was in pain by that point.

Ivan hadn't lied. Only now did the scope of his intimidating factor over the other inmates become clear to Lara. If she had thought the incarcerated felons hasty to jump her during breakfast, this time her five handlers had barely left her at the door before a mad dash to claim her was made by several nearby inmates.

Lara genuinely feared for her life, or at least her limbs, as she became a piece of meat caught in the struggles of several hyenas, each tugging for access to her holes.

“Simmer down boys,” she said, still having retained some of the good humor from the night before. That feeling didn't last, as the first two men who managed to squeeze themselves between her legs began fucking her so viciously that she couldn't suppress her cries as they did.

“Stupid dimwits” Lara grimly thought as she gritted her teeth against the savage onslaught. They weren't going to feel better by cumming so quick. In order not to have her limbs bent in odd angles, she tried to coil her arms and legs around whomever was pounding her pussy at the moment, but that proved fruitless, as all four limbs were soon seized by opportunistic hands and each were soon rubbing up against an erection. Had Lara not been as flexible, she would've been injured long before lunchtime rolled around.

Except much like breakfast, lunch never happened either. The gang rape continued nonstop, not slowing down a bit as inmates rushed to have their turn at Lara, those who even choosing to eat finishing their food in record time.

Much like the first day, no one bothered to wash off the rapidly accumulating semen and juices. Apparently no one had minded the filth in the first place, and by 1pm, there wasn't a single part of Lara's body that wasn't coated with grime. Once again, her genitals had succumbed to oscillating between excruciating throbbing and dull numbness, and already she was too tired to cry, her diaphragm barely able to wheeze out a tortured sob every so often.

The Five didn't retrieve her for cleaning until 10:00pm, and they were so disgusted with the level of filth coating her that even after having a few inmates help hose her barely conscious form down, none of them felt the inclination to touch her, although three of them did jack off into her pale face during the cleaning. Afterward Lara was deposited in her cell, stark naked and curled under her blanket, her entire body raw and suffering, the ointment and salve doing nothing to suppress the pain.

Still, there was an unusual smile on her face, as if something funny was on her mind.

“Never seen a man go to the chair with such a dumb grin on his face.” those words echoed in her mind.

“Vasily, you big idiot.” She murmured. The big Russian had whispered his real name into her ears the night before when he had thought her to be asleep on top of him, and perhaps she had been asleep, but somehow still managed to remember his name.
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