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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 small stage, pitch dark. Everything gravitated towards it, slanting in a steep angle in a semicircle around it.

The stage was surrounded by tall panels of darkened glass, behind which were sound proof booths in which shadowy figures sat.

The sound of a switch being turned, and a jet of white light shot out from the rafters above, its concentrated beam illuminating a small circle of the stage, and the lithe figure of a young woman, who stood upon it, squinting against the bright light flooding against her face.

She could barely make out the shadows behind the glass surrounding her, but she seemed to know exactly who her audience members were.

Then came a voice over a speaker.

“What is your name.”

“Lara Croft.”

“What is your official title?”

“Countess of Abbington.”

“What is your official profession?”

“Archaeology.”

“What is it that you are wearing?”

“Khaki shorts, and a utility belt”

“Is that what you normally wear when you work?.”

“Yes.”

“Very good. I’m going to ask you to remove those articles of clothing now.” The voice said, completely impassive, as if there were nothing peculiar about the request.

Lara unbuckled her utility belt, first the straps around her thighs that kept her gun holsters firmly pressed against her side, then the main buckle, and let the entire belt fall to the ground around her boots.

She slowly crossed her arms in front of her, grasping the underside of her shirt and pulling it up over her head in one smooth motion. The shirt was cast aside.

Lara then unbuttoned her shorts, slowly and deliberately drawing the zipper down. She shimmied out of the khakis, pushing them all the way to the ground, before stepping out of it. Picking it up between her toes, she tossed it aside, also pushing aside the utility belt to clear the space under her.

“Stand straight and turn around slowly for us to see.” The voice said, still dull and seemingly benign.

“What is it that you are wearing underneath?”

“A black lace bra and panties.”

“Good. I’m going to ask you to remove those as well.”

One of Lara’s hand gripped the fabric between the valley of her chest delicately, squeezing it between three fingers and giving it a gentle tug, undoing the hidden clasps. The cups of black cloth swung to the side, and the bra fell to the ground behind Lara.

Both hands then wandered to her side, where they squeezed two small metallic circles that bridged the thin strips of cloth. Those in the booths looking into the room could hear a small pair of clicks as the circles released one of the two pieces of lace, leaving the entire panty free to fall between Lara’s legs.

“Leave them,” the voice commanded when Lara made a move to kick the discarded lingerie to the side. “turn around slowly for us to see.”

A few seconds of silence as Lara did as instructed. Had she been able to hear the figures in the soundproofed booth, she would’ve heard a unanimous quickening of breaths.

“State for those in attendance what you carry inside your lower cavities.”

A pause, then a shaky answer.

“I carry the each twice-given signatures of five distinguished members of the audience inside my vaginal cavity, and the likewise twice-given signatures of their personal stewards inside my anal cavity.”

“These signatures were collected when?”

“Earlier today, over a period of five hours.”

“And you have dutifully carried them within you until now?”

“Yes.”

“With absolute certainty that these signatures have not left your body?”

“Yes.”

“Ms. Croft, you are here before those whom you have wronged. Are you willing to offer restitution for your crimes against them?”

A moment of silence, a sigh, then. “Yes.”

“Good, have you read and understood the legal agreement and all of its indenturing terms?”

“Yes.”

“In summary, do you, Lara Croft, in recompence for your prior transgressions, and in return for the discrete treatment of all evidence of those indiscretions, past, present and future, submit yourself to the service of those collectively known as creditors in the binding document?”

“Yes.”

“Good, then as legal advisor and spokesman to the creditors, and with the authority vested in my by the powers of attorney, I now declare the all signatures and consent to this agreement present and accounted for. The tribunal now recognizes Lara Croft, Countess of Abbington, as servant to her collective creditors, bound legally to their service until such time as her debt to them is considered repaid using the metric described in the contract. Ms. Croft, please prostrate yourself for those in attendance. Your handler shall now join you for your initiation ceremony.”

Lara kneeled, and wordlessly bowed herself to the ground until her forehead and palms rested against the black stage floor.

Someone was walking onto the stage, heavy footsteps that circled behind Lara.

Lara could see him bend down behind her through the space between her thighs, this large figure suspiciously familiar.

She felt the head of something huge between her legs, and gasped as it slowly started to penetrate her.

She recognized the size of his cock.

“Vasily!” Lara stammered, equal parts surprised and confused that the huge Russian was still alive.

Vasily didn’t respond, he simply grabbed Lara by the waist and began pumping his massive erection into her pussy.

Something was wrong. Lara craned her head around to look at Vasily’s face, and gasped in horror.

A giant O ring kept the giant’s mouth open, and Lara could see that all of his teeth had been removed, with a receded stub where his tongue once was. Two dried lines of coagulated blood snaked down from both ears. and Vasily’s eyes, something had been done to them, and they appeared hazy, unfocused.

“Why!?” Lara cried into the surrounding glass, looking for answers among the shadows as the deaf and mute Vasily mechanically reamed her from behind.

“It’s true, Vasily had been scheduled for termination, but then we saw this.” the voice said, and the black floor beneath Lara became a giant screen, the footage of her eagerly riding atop a proned Vasily in her padded cell played silently. She had been a fool to think their time together had been private. The camera in the room hadn’t really been turned off at all.

“We made Ivan an offer. Join as your default handler, or face execution. Would you believe he refused at first and asked us to kill him instead?” the voice said.

“His name is Vasily you bastards...none of this was written in the agreement!” Lara protested.

“Careful Ms. Croft, choose your words carefully. The document clearly stated that during your service you shall be accompanied at all times by a default handler, who will willingly perform any and all physical interactions with you when requested to do so at any time.

Lara had always assumed her default handler to be Gordo, and had thus not paid too much attention to that line in the paper. She realized her mistake now, and wondered how many potential loopholes had she missed when she had read over the document. Glancing back at Vasily, she could see him gazing at her, his dimmed eyes apologetic and sad.

“Ivan here only agreed to become your handler after we informed him the other option was incarcerating you indefinitely while we found a suitable candidate as your handler. He agreed to the puncturing of his eardrums and removal of teeth and tongue, and the surgical limitation of his vision to just above legal blindness, on the condition that you are never forced to see the inside of any prison, ever again.

You did this for me? Vasily? Lara looked back at him, a mixture of gratitude and confused emotions swelling from her eyes. Vasily didn’t seem to pick up on her emotions, but could tell she was looking at him, and his hands squeezed her sides gently in reassurance.

He was wearing a collar with banded lights on it, and someone must’ve pressed a button wireless linked to it, because Vasily twitched as if he had just been shocked, and after his spasms subsided, he began to pump himself into Lara with so much force that she had to rock herself backwards to meet his thrust so she didn’t get knocked forward.

There was only one thing she could think of doing for him. and that was...

“In case you were thinking about putting dear Ivan out of his misery, the conditions he agreed to are reciprocal with regards to your own actions. Should Ivan die from any cause, you would be reincarcerated at the same facilities that you’ve just been extracted from, until a candidate with comparable physical attributes to Ivan is found.”

It was as if they had anticipated every scenario.

Lara gritted her teeth, continuing to bump against Vasily’s huge erection. She had been drugged with aphrodisiacs well beforehand, and it didn’t take long for her body to quiver with ecstasy.

Vasily was similarly drugged, and before long, he was pumping massive spurts of semen into Lara.

“Ahhhh..Auuuuugh.” he moaned softly from his mutilated mouth, probably not fully aware he was vociferating his orgasm as he couldn’t hear himself. Lara felt a pang of guilt, even as she herself climaxed along with him. Had she not taken a sympathy to Vasily, and not willingly fucked him so vigorously, perhaps he would’ve been spared this fate.

No, she thought. she can’t let herself think that. If Vasily had cared for her well being, the men in charge definitely knew already, and their positions here today would be the same regardless of whether he had confided in her the night before his supposed execution. the only difference being Lara knew he was doing this to save her from the brutality of the inmates.

So perhaps it WAS better this way, that they had reached a mutual understanding before they could no longer communicate their true intentions.

This mutual sympathy deeply affected the sex, and both Lara and Vasily came multiple times on stage before she was given the order to stop, at which point a thick trail of his semen and her own juices had pooled on the ground between her knees.

Vasily followed Lara’s lead and stood up with her, both sweaty and showing signs of continued arousal. She was blushing furiously, and his member was still rock hard.

“Are there any particular requests from the audience? Our two magnificent performers will now accommodate them.”

Lara didn’t hear any verbal requests, but somehow, a message passed between one of the attendees and the MC, as when it next spoke up, it said...

“We have a challenge for our performer. Ms. Croft is to take the entirety of Ivan into her mouth.”

Lara blanched. A highly difficult task right away. She knelt down in front of Vasily and made him turn slightly to show off his nine inches of thick cock.

She had only ever taken six inches of this behemoth into her mouth, and that was already pressing against the back of her throat. Lara took a deep breath, then in one gulp enveloped six inches of Vasily.

Fight back against an overwhelming gag reflex, she relaxed her throat and repositioned her neck to align itself with Vasily’s full length, then continued to press downwards.

Lara’d have liked to imagine that her audience were impressed and surprised, as her throat bulged around the thick rod being rammed down her gullet. The bulge subsided somewhat as she raised her head to let four inches slip out, then slowly pressed all the way to the hilt once more.

Live it up you sick fucks, you’re all dead to me, its’ just a matter of time.

Vasily stood still for the first four slow insertions, but then his collar was activated again, and he began to thrust himself against Lara’s face, slowly at first, then faster as they found the best angle to avoid causing permanent damage to her. Still, Lara was in constant danger of throwing up, or having her airways clogged, and for several excruciatingly long minutes, she could be heard gagging softly as she performed the seemingly impossible act.

When Vasily came, it was with great gusto, As Lara choked as her entire esophagus was blasted by powerful jets of cum. Vasily pulled out of her as soon as he had finished with the last spurt, but that wasn’t soon enough to prevent Lara from a fit of retching and coughing up the newly ingested semen.

After this, the request became considerably easier. Lara had to physically communicate the intended sex positions to Vasily, who managed to read her cues with little effort.

Even so, the drugs and Vasily’s huge cock meant Lara shamefully came repeatedly and vociferously on stage. She couldn’t see her silent audience behind the booths, but Gordo had let slip that each of them had a personal female attendant assigned to them to take care of any urges they might have. It had dawned on Lara, then that Everest most definitely had a hand in human trafficking, and the technology that had been spent keeping Lara his and Gordo’s personal sex slave had been developed with a much grander scheme.

There were fourteen booths surrounding Lara. That was fourteen hapless girls who undoubtedly were being forced to perform sex acts on a man as he watched Lara being fucked on stage.

That was seven signers. Lara at first thought Gordo was Everest’s steward, but earlier that day he had hinted heavily that Everest was arriving with his right hand man.

Currently wrapped around Vasily like a koala cub, being bounced against his cock, Lara tried to stomach the notion that Gordo, whom she would never in any day consider an equal of Everest and the other five men, might in fact be the seventh signer. But what else could he be, if he wasn’t Lara’s handler now that Vasily has been revealed to her.

The live sex performance lasted for a full hour. Due to the constant demand that Vasily visibly ejaculate into Lara’s various orifices, he had run out of steam forty minutes in, and was moaning in distress as he struggled to continue ramming a semi flaccid and sore penis into Lara.

When it was evident that he had no more to give, someone came up with the bright idea for Lara to let Vasily plunge both of his massive hands into her orifices. Vasily himself displayed visible signs of disbelief and shock when Lara guided his hands to her entrances.

As she worked his fingers into her one by one, Lara whimpered in pain. Vasily couldn’t hear her distress, but her quivering body more than conveyed it, and he silently offered her a shoulder to lean onto so most of weight didn’t fall against her loins as his hands worked further into them.

When all was said and done, Lara felt like a grotesque kebab skewered on Vasily’s hands, lifted into the air with nearly half her weight forcing more of herself onto him. she felt like her pelvis was going to be dislocated by the pressure. Several times Vasily made as if to let her down, but as no order had been given to do so, Lara had to make it clear that he was to continue impaling her with his hands, having now sunk down his wrist and a third of his forearm.

She screamed in pain when the completely unsympathetic voice made her bounce herself against the thick hands inside her. Vasily’s hands were shaking inside of Lara, whose own hands were wrapped tightly around his broad shoulders to support her own weight.

Somehow, she managed to cum under the intense pain, and that was enough for the voice to release her from the order. Lara’s orifices were so stretched that she felt like she had just spent a day back in incarceration being gangraped by inmates.

Vasily’s hands came away slick with their combined fluids, much of it having leaked out when she had been stretched wide open. Lara was instructed to ingest all of it, as some of the semen belonged to the “signatures” that she had collected earlier that day. She dutifully licked Vasily’s hands and arms clean.

Due to her intense conditioning, Lara still had plenty of stamina to go, and since the brutal fisting had lasted all of five minutes, The final segment of the show had her meet her fellow female coworkers.

Fourteen girls, all naked and with a head covered in crimson red bondage gear that had only holes for their nostrils and their mouths, were ushered onstage. All of them showed signs of recent sexual activity, and Lara could see traces of fresh semen on most of them, Even more sightless than the nearsighted Vasily, the girls stumbled onto stage, groping around cautiously, until one by one, they found Lara, whom they recognized by her being completely naked, versus them, who wore tight bodices squeezing their waistlines to accentuate their figure.

“These girls speak little to no english, and their ears are muffled, so rest assured that none of them will be able to recognize you.” the voice said, as Lara was pulled into a sea of groping hands and wet tongues that lathered her in saliva and sought to stimulate her.

Compared to the brutish and coarse hands of the inmates in their mad struggle for her, these hands were slender, gentle, and very evidently well versed in physical stimulation of the female body. Even blindly groping, the twenty-eight small hands had Lara writhing in just as hard as she had been with Vasily penetrating her. Two of the hands eventually probed into her lower orifices, and had Lara cumming in buckets, pulling out of her only to slither up to her mouth for her to lick them clean as she had Vasily’s hands.

Tender and warm mouths suckled Lara’s nips, navel, clitorus, her underarm, her neck, and all the spaces in between, fourteen trained sex workers floating her body on top of their own as they plied orgasm after orgasm out of her.

What frightened Lara even more was she recognized most of these techniques. Not the way they were used, as she has only been using her techniques on males, but the fact that she knew all of the things that were being done to her made Lara aware that even if she was the star performer of the night, she was really just another trained sex worker in the eyes of her creditors, elevated only by her real world social stature.

So caught up in the fervent hands of the girls, Lara didn’t even notice Vasily had disappeared from the stage. In fact, she could not stop the repeated climaxes from racking her body. The voice never spoke up again, and the girls did not relent, responding to the slightest bit of resistance by tightening their hold on Lara until she stopped struggling.

Thus Lara could only close her eyes and ride out the waves of pleasure as she fell asleep in a sea of stimulation by the fairer sex.
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