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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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Lara realized, when day seven begun, that somewhere, someone had let slip that this was going to be her final day here.

She hadn't thought the mad grab for her body could be any worse than it was the the day before.

She was wrong.

It got so bad that the guards had to be deployed to restore order. Lara had honestly thought she was going to be ripped to pieces, as the two inmates whom had their hands gripping her labia and about to play tug-o-war with her pussy were beaten into submission before they could tear her groin apart.

And that was after three hours of increasingly violent rape.

She had thought it would've been logical to end things there, but after The Five cleaned her off and had their fun with her, they threw her back to the wolves.

While her body remained intact this time, thanks to the inmates being slightly more subdued, it appears that their comparatively better behavior came at a price.

When 10:00pm finally rolled around, no one came to retrieve her. Instead, a cart stocked with ointments and body oils was rolled into the room, and between every few changes of cocks between her legs, she was sloppily given a once over with lubricant and oils. The stimulant that had gave Lara the energy two nights prior with Vasily was also applied to her, several times, although its effectiveness decreased with each use.

Had it not been for the clock hanging high above everyone's heads for Lara to see, she would've lost track of time.

Minutes stretched into hours as the hands wound around the clock. Past bedtime, past midnight, into dawn, passing 6am at some point when Lara was phasing in and out, then into the eighth day.

Eventually passing the ninth day as well.

There were no windows in the commons, and it was 6 when Lara suddenly realized that she wasn't being man handled any longer. Whether that was early morning or the afternoon she initially had no idea, she had spent too much time between different levels of consciousness.

The final gang rape had started on the morning of the seventh day, but when it ended, Lara Croft had spent upwards of four consecutive days being raped nonstop by inmates. She could only clearly account for two and a half days, the rest being a haze. Maybe it was five or even six days for all she knew. She stopped counting after the hands on the clock became a meaningless measure of time to her.

And it wasn't even the same wall clock that she could see the time on. It read 6:36pm on a bedside digital clock next to where Lara finally awoken. She was in the hospital ward, clad in white, with an IV tube in her arm.

She was, somewhat pointlessly, strapped to her bed. She felt woozy, dimly aware that she was heavily sedated, barely feeling her own body, and afraid to try moving anything lest she wanted to feel the now all too familiar pain of her battered body crying for release.

She drifted off to sleep again, sluggishly glad that her brain was more than a little drug-addled.

She was much more alert the next time she opened her eyes.

“Rise and shine, kitten , or are you taking a liking to this place?” Gordo asked, a menacing tone in his voice that made Lara struggle onto her elbows.

“How long...was I out?” She asked groggily.

“Welp, after setting the unofficial world record for being the biggest whore in the world, you slept for a whole week.”

Meaning she was comatose for all that time. Lara certainly felt like her body was half dead. Somehow her muscles still worked.

“I'm serious.” Gordo continued, as if Lara had answered his first statement. “I hear the slut in second place trails you by a couple dozen dicks and was fucked to death at a point way before you passed out for good.”

The feeling was returning to Lara's body. She ached everywhere, but it was the subtle ache of residual fatigue in her muscles. Nothing broken, pulled or strained. Her body was mostly healed.

“Luckily I modified the pleasure-mobile to stimulate your muscles daily to exercise them. You know how much of a pain it was to put your limp ass into that thing three times a day?”

“Go fuck yourself.” Lara said, vehemently.

“What do you think I've been doing all these days waiting for sleeping beauty to wake up? I mean it's only so much fun jacking off into your face if you don't know it's happening. Luckily for you, your cunt and ass has been restored to pristine working condition, so we're going to be doing a lot of catching up today.

He undid the Lara's restraints, allowing her to slowly sit up and test her own body out. Indeed, she could only detect the faintest trace of pain in her loins, and the rest of her body had never felt more refreshed than before her incarceration.

“Put these on” Gordo said, handing Lara an outfit. “We have a lot of missed time to make up for. You've made a lot of people unhappy sleeping for so long. Not everyone has the luxury of waiting for your lazy ass.”

Surprisingly, the outfit Gordo had brought Lara was a set of tailored business suit, complete with undergarments, stockings, and all the necessary peripherals.

If any, it added an air of officialdom when Lara was escorted into the signing room.

Or at least she was told it was a signing room. It was a really small room, barely the size of a personal office, with a large oak table that took up a disproportionate amount of the available space. Behind the table was a luxurious leather armchair, but Lara wasn't going to be sitting in there.

Her instructions were given to her, with the expectancy that she followed them to the letter.

A man entered, accompanied by a bodyguard. His thickly accented Russian made the bile rise in the back of Lara's throat.

“My my what have we here?” he exclaimed.

“Good day, Mr. Serkov.” Lara said in false sweetness.

“Good day, Ms. Croft, I trust you are feeling much better after your week of rest.”

“Of course, Mr. Serkov, shall we get down to business?”

“...yes, of course.” Anton Serkov took his place in the armchair, which was angled to one side so he faced Lara from where she had circled around to stand before him.

“Have you read the same document as I have?” She asked politely.

“Of course, every letter.”

“Would it please you to enter into the outlined agreement by signing your written name to the copy of the document?”

“It would please me greatly to put my signature down on this document.”

“And....would it please you.... to enter into the outlined agreement by signing your... physical signature... to me?” Lara flushed crimson as she forced the words from her mouth.

“As you can see, Ms. Croft, It would please me greatly to do so...to your person...” Serkov said, pretenses of formality leaving his tone as he subtly gestured towards his crotch, where his hands had already wandered to freed his erection from its embrace.

Lara got onto her knees, and began to perform fellatio on Serkov from between his legs. Thoughts of Vasily the gentle giant crept into her mind, and she was stricken with a sudden impulse to bite down, viciously, on the member in her mouth, but luckily the thought came and passed just as quickly, and Lara showed no signs of even having thought of removing Serkov's genitalia by force.

As she sucked and massaged his phallus with her mouth, Serkov took out a pen, and non-challantly scribbled his signature onto the piece of paper on the desk. Lara watched him do it out of the corner of one eye, a sinking feeling emanating from her stomach even though she had prepared herself mentally for this.

Serkov kept his cool for fifteen minutes, before he gave Lara the go ahead to finish up, and she increased her bobbing, kissing, suckling and other oral motions around him, and within thirty seconds had his knuckles turning white from gripping the armchair as he came into her mouth.

“Thank you for your time and your signatures, Mr. Serkov. I look forward to our future cooperation and reconciliation through this agreement.” Lara said, after swallowing Serkov's sizable load of cum.

“I look forward to our next personal meeting, Ms. Croft.” Serkov said.

Lara started to get to her feet, but Serkov's bodyguard pressed her back onto her knees. She looked up at Serkov, who nodded. The guard undid his fly, and grabbed Lara's head, forcing her to suck him off as well.

“Just so we're completely clear on your position when we do work together. You will be above no one in rank, and no one shall be below from receiving your 'services' to them should the situation arise. Vladim here is has only been with my organization for two weeks, and will never receive a promotion to elevate him from the lowest rank available to an employee, but you will treat him and all others privy to our agreement in the same esteem that you treat me. Is that clear?”

Lara sullenly hummed and nodded an affirmative from around Vladim's cock. She had only just realized, Vladim was #4 of The Five orderlies that had governed her schedule during her week of incarceration. His change from a white uniform to a dark suit and sunglasses was what had taken her so long to recognize him.

“Vladim will be serving as my personal steward and safeguard when we meet again. You two have already had the time to get acquainted I'm sure.” Serkov said, when Lara was finally allowed to straighten up, wiping a trace of cum from a corner of her mouth from cleaning his member.

Serkov stood up, straightened his suit, and Vladim wordlessly followed him out, leaving Lara with one signed paper, and four more unsigned ones in her possession.

This pattern repeated itself, four more times, until Lara had obtained a total of five signatures, from the worst possible five people that she ever had the misfortune to encounter. Like Serkov was accompanied by Vladim, other four signers were accompanied by one of the five orderlies. Lara knelt before each one, asked for their signatures both in writing and in person, and received five scribbles and ten loads of cum in her mouth.

Anton Serkov, Signer, safeguarded by Vladim

Trellick, Signer, safeguarded by Damian

Xavier Salvatorelli, Signer, safeguarded by Fernando

Shogo Takamoto, Signer, safeguarded by Takashi

Dr. Mark Willard, Signer, safeguarded by Royce

Of the five, Lara had presumed Takamoto and Willard deceased after their respective encounters with her, and having only found out recently that they were alive and part of the coalition of underworld forces against her, found their signatures particularly hard to obtain...and ingest. Both men, under a pretense of courtesy, hinted heavily at the punishments they had in store for Lara once she was serving them, so nonchalantly even though she had their dicks in her mouth, supremely confident that she wouldn't castrate them right then and there.

Of course, as with Serkov, Lara resisted the urge. The time for vengeance would be later. To secure her future, she had to cooperate, for now.

The disgust for submitting to such a degrading document almost rivaled the disgust when Gordo began to unceremoniously fuck her over the same desk where the signing had taken place, eager to sign more of his signatures into Lara.

“Now we have the rest of the day to celebrate.” He jovially said after he shot into her for the first time, some of it immediately leaking out and staining the inside of her stockings which had been pulled down just enough to expose her sex to him.

“Luckily looks like your time in the pen didn't loosen this fine cunt of yours.” He grunted, as he pulled out of her to receive an oral cleansing.

“Fuck you” Lara muttered from around his dick, already knowing what he was going to say.

“Exactly,” Gordo said, grinning like the comeback was original.
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