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Tomb Raider: The Fat Man Chronicles	By : MorbidFantasy Category: +S through Z > Tomb Raider (all) > Tomb Raider (all) Views: 221943 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter 25: Assignment One: Beginning
Endlessly frustrated.
Lara opened her eyes, feeling hot, sore, and not very well rested after a night’s sleep.
Her breasts felt tender, swollen, and it hurt even for the fabric of a thin shirt to press into them, especially around the ultra sensitive nipples, which itched profanely.
That was one reason Lara had chosen to sleep in the nude. The other was that she had been sweating through her pajamas, and this was more convenient. Nonetheless, her body was fraught with perspiration, and the bedspread underneath her was more than a little damp.
The two vibrators that she had stuck into herself in an effort to finally achieve sexual release had long since stopped their whining, completely drained of batteries. As Lara gingerly pried them from her lower orifices, her sore holes snapped close, slickened and aching.
Her two weeks were almost up, and before long Lara expected to be subjected to yet another sadistic “mission”, yet here she was, self abusing her sex parts because she wanted to cum.
For the entire first week, the dream of the dungeon, the she-devils and sexual torment had persisted, leaving Lara confused, tired, and increasingly horny when she did finally wake from the nightmare.
Only after she had started leaving two fully charged vibrators inside herself to quell the ache each night did the dreams abate. The consequence was that every morning was the same as this one.
A fear gnawed at Lara, a feeling that her body was turning into the very wanton sex-craved cum receptacle that all those men who violated her saw her as.
Feelings of dehydration setting in, she grabbed the half empty bottle of Gatorade on the nightstand and chugged it down before heading to her bath to freshen up.
A cold shower to jerk her body into consciousness, and more importantly, cool her throbbing sex bits. Follow with a hot bath, washing the stink of pheromones from her hair.
Vigorously ridding herself of all odors, Lara forced herself into some clothing, enduring the intense itching it caused.
Then she went downstairs for breakfast, then into the living room to await her guests.

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The day before, an old contact reached out to her regarding an excavation in Peru.
As a special clause in her agreement, it was decided that Lara’s remain in interaction with the normal world, which in this case would include legitimate liaisons between her and the archaeological world.
As usual, it wasn’t only her substantial wealth of knowledge and skills that Lara brought to the excavation. It goes without saying that her very presence is accompanied by a degree of legitimacy and celebrity clout. Clout which instills a sense of confidence in financial backers and sponsors.
Having spent nearly two weeks holed up in her mansion, Lara was almost giddy when she had passed along her acceptance of the request to Gordo as a formality.
“Do what you want.” Gordo snorted, and hung up the phone.
Her bags already packed, Lara read through the abstract the old friend had sent her, once more.
A new hitherto unknown ancient construct, invisible from the air and only recently discovered off chance due by the an improved iteration of underground sonar mapping.
It pleased Lara that her services had been specifically asked for when the sponsors had communed with her contact, whom was unable to participate in the excavation himself due to complications with his current project in Russia. It seemed that Lara was to be the project head in what promised to be a trove of discovery.
Also impressive was how the sponsors had secured a two week window of uninterrupted exclusivity in which the team Lara’s sponsors had put together for her will not have to deal with Peru’s government. Off the record, this also meant they had dealt with or negotiated similar terms with the local paramilitary entities who controlled the area.
Representatives of the sponsor will be coming to transport her to the airport, where she could be briefed more in depth on the flight over.
The door rang, and Winston answered.
And in a few short moments, Lara’s blood ran cold, as two people followed Winston into the room.
One was an attractive brunette woman dressed in a blue business suit whom Lara had an odd implacable familiarity with despite not knowing whom she was. The large man behind her on the other hand needed no introduction.
“Lady Croft, what a pleasure.” Gordo said, extending a bloated hand.
With Winston right behind Gordo and unable to see the twisted grin on the latter’s face, Lara was forced to fake a smile and take the proffered hand.
“What a lovely home,” Gordo cooed, then, as Winston left the room, he added, “I could really imagine getting comfortable here.”
“Unfortunately, it appears that my schedule was not as open as I thought. I’m no longer available for the excavation. You’ll have to find someone else.” Lara said, barely containing her fury at having been duped.
Gordo craned his head to see if the butler was listening, and when assured that wasn’t the case, turned back towards Lara.
“You’re angry, you think we fooled you, but actually if you had bothered to inquire about the sponsor’s identity when you weren’t trying so hard to get off on those toys you would know exactly who the request came from.”
Lara began to speak, then paused. How did he know that she had been using the vibes to try to alleviate her prolapsed arousal? How...
“You...” her eyes narrowed, making several connections within a few seconds from that one tip.
“You girls go get ready. We should really hit the road.” Gordo said, and pulled out his phone, getting up to leave.
Before Lara could decide whether to blow him off or attack him, the woman, who had somehow circled around her, pressed a hard object against her lower back.
“A small present, for our first official meeting.” she whispered silkily, then Lara felt something within her burst, and nearly screamed out as she came so hard her knees buckled. Slender but strong arms caught her body as it sagged towards the floor, racked with uncontrollable euphoric spasms.
“Oh be considerate, dear. Let’s give Lady Croft a breather to compose herself.” The woman said, and lowered Lara onto the couch behind her.
As her hips sunk against the couch, Lara had to suppress her voice as the pressure against her bottom added another level of intensity to the pulsating climax that had yet to subside. She reached between her legs with a hand, and found that her shorts were soaked clean through.
“I...need... to change... .” She panted, wobbling to her feet, begrudgingly accepting the woman’s hand as a crutch.
“Should also change your shirt.” Gordo said smugly, and Lara looked down, and was aghast to see two dark flowering patches around the fabric over her nipples.
The still continuing orgasm had masked the fact that she had just lactated, and judging by the blossoming stains, her breasts haven’t stopped squirting their contents into the cotton.
Lara was so overwhelmed by the orgasm that the shock of finding herself producing milk only fleetingly troubled her as she limped towards the staircase, intent on making it up to her room before Winston saw her in this state.
She tried to shrug off the brunette’s hand that latched onto one arm, relying on the handrail of the staircase to make the climb, and the woman relinquished her hold and allowed Lara to struggle for a few steps, before grabbing her again and half hauling her the rest of the way.
At the top of the stairs, Lara stole a glance to see if Gordo had followed her. There was no way in hell that she was letting him into her bedroom. Fortunately, he had taken up residence on one of the couches, and was deliberately oblivious to her plight.
With the woman’s help, Lara made it to her room. Not only had the orgasm not subsided, but was escalating to the point that Lara was starting to experience white spots in her vision.
She had intended to shut herself in her room and bar the woman from entering, but the woman deftly maneuvered both of their bodies past the door, giving Lara a small push that sent her stumbling over to her bed, where she collapsed, breathing heavily and shuddering as every muscle in her body hyper-flexed themselves from the extended climax. The overwhelming pleasure was becoming excruciating, and Lara couldn’t help but let out intermittent whimpers every time she exhaled.
Through her bleary eyes, Lara could see the woman hovering over her.
“What... did... you... do... to... me?” She panted.
“The right question would be to ask what did we do for you. my name is Kitty, and right now, I am your mistress.” she held up some sort of remote, showing Lara its face full of buttons.
Kitty pressed one of those buttons, and almost immediately, the orgasms began to subside, leaving Lara drained and exhausted, but finally able to roll onto her hands and knees.
“I’ve brought you your new uniform. Take off your cloths.”
Lara suddenly sprung forward, leaping off of her bed and tackling Kitty to the ground. Caught unawares, the latter let out a surprised yelp as Lara mounted her, holding her down by the neck with one hand while her other balled into a fist, poised to sock the smug bitch in the jaw.
“What did you do to me you bitch?!” she cursed. When Kitty remained silent, Lara hit her across the face, feeling the solid impact of her fist against jawbone, snapping Kitty’s head to the side. When Kitty turned her head to lock eyes with Lara again, blood was pouring from a cut in her lip.
“Answer me!” Lara said, then shuddered, as Kitty had sneakily raised the hand that held the remote, her thumb pressing it.
A flicker of realization, and Lara hit Kitty again, before desperately turning her attention to the remote, hoping to pry it loose from the woman’s hand.
Too late, and another tidal wave of pleasure emanated from her core, virtually slamming into her already tired body. Her grip on Kitty loosened, and she threw her head back, moaning in anguish as her body arched itself backwards so hard that she felt away from kitty and hit her head against the floor. Stars erupted in her eyes, and for a few seconds, Lara’s vision was nothing but white as she climaxed again and again.
Kitty had gotten to her feet, and leaving Lara to writhe in agony on the ground, nonchalantly showed herself into Lara’s bathroom to clean up the wound she had just received.
When she came back after what seemed like forever, she released Lara from her torment, and this time, had no reason to fear for a reprisal that they both knew was impossible.
“Poor baby, I know how much you missed cumming. Where these puppies not enough for you?”
She was holding the two vibrators that Lara had spent the previous night with.
Lara did not answer.
Nor did she argue when told to strip again, peeling her soaked cloths off. The pressure in her breasts had lessened somewhat, and there was a residual dribble of white on her nipples.
She was then introduced to her new outfit.
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Given Gordo’s taste, Lara had half expected the “uniform” to be some form of S&M outfit, probably made of latex and with built in dildos and vibrators. She had even mentally prepared herself for the sensual assault as she made the walk from her bedroom to whatever form of transportation awaited her outside.
As it turns out, there were no latex, or dildos, or vibes. What the outfit was was magnitudes worse, and even after all this time Lara was aghast at how she could still be surprised.
Instead of a well engineered pleasure-inducing suit, Lara’s new outfit was much less functional as it was visually striking.
A heavy brass collar, fitting snugly around the neck and with four brass rings affixed to it.
Matching the collar, four brass cuffs for Lara’s wrists and ankles, each with the same rings welded all around.
Three short brass chains with rings the size of bottle caps attached to both ends, which hung from Lara’s sensitive nub piercings. These weighed more than anything that she had ever worn on her nubs, and once they were hanging free, swung freely.
That was it.
Kitty laughed at the look on Lara’s face when she was informed that the collars, cuffs and piercings were the entirety of her outfit.
“What are you thinking?!” she hissed, reflexively covering herself as Kitty pushed her towards the door. With her hands, she tried to prevent the chains from swaying; the pressure from them hanging alone was already torture enough.
“I can’t be seen like this!”. Lara said, and was punished immediately as Kitty thumbed the remote that somehow forced her to climax uncontrollably.
“Then don’t be seen.” Kitty said, even as Lara sunk to the ground, clutching herself in mind numbing ecstasy, milk beading and flowing from her tits. The woman did something with the remote, and the orgasms subsided, but did not altogether disappear. Lara’s body was instead kept in a constant limbo between the peak of arousal and release, akin to how she had been feeling for the past two weeks.
Sapped of strength, she could only do as she was instructed.
Kitty produced yet another handful of brass chains of various lengths from her bag. Forcing Lara’s arms behind her so that they bent up towards her neck, she connected the wrist cuffs to the ring on the back of Lara’s neck collar, forcing her arms to remain in that uncomfortable position.
She then fastened two more chains to the front of the collar, and connected those to the rings encircling Lara’s nipples. The chains being shorter than the natural distance from Lara’s neck to her nips, they tug her breasts upwards by the buds, not enough to cause damage but enough to make for a painfully stimulating experience.
“Please just tell me what’s been done to my body.” Lara whimpered as Kitty brought the three length of chain connecting her private parts together, joining them with one large ring, onto which she then attached a leash with a handle, so that she was effectively leading Lara by her nipples and clit with even the slightest of tugs.
“Shhhhh, I promise you’ll be able to earn the answers to your questions very soon.” Kitty cooed, and flicked the end of the leash like a small whip, and Lara cried out softly as the sinusoidal wave caused by the flick spidered from the leash to each of the three chains connected to her body.
“Please... leave Winston out of this.” Lara said as Kitty opened the door and pulled her along, praying that her butler would not see.
Her prayers were answered in cruel fashion, as it later turns out that Gordo had somehow managed to send Winston to the library to find a book that was never there, claiming Lara had requested it, ensuring that the diligent butler would remain in the library for some time looking for the phantom book.
Kitty handed the leash over to Gordo, who instead of holding it, knotted its handle around his right boot ankle, using up enough of the leashes length that Lara was forced to cower at his feet, staying no more than three feet away from Gordo’s right boot or risk having the chains going taut.
Gordo tested this setup by pacing around the living room in zig zagging directions. Lara h scamper at his heel side, scrambling forward every time his right foot made a step. Twice she collided into him when he stopped without warning, nearly toppling over and stretching the chains.
Lara did not know that Winston was in the library scouring the shelves for the phantom book, and the longer Gordo spent parading her around the room, the faster her heart hammered. All the while, her terrified eyes had to focus on keeping herself in range of Gordo.
Gordo eventually led her to the doorway. Using the the same remote Kitty had used earlier, he turned Lara’s legs into jelly, forcing her onto her knees and making her leak from her tits and pussy.
“Kitty would you fetch Ms. Croft’s new shoes for her?” Lara thought for a moment that they were finally going to leave, and was so eager to escape an at home unveiling that she barely noticed the gold promiscuously shaped heels being strapped to her feet. Her body was quivering badly from the orgasms that Gordo still had not stopped. With her arms tied behind her, Lara soon found her face pressing against the cool marble floor in order to support her upper body weight.
From there, she could see the fluids of her body flowing down the chains and dribbling onto the floor, leaving evidence of what was happening there.
Looking up ready to beg for Gordo to stop the orgasms so she could at the very least lick her own essence off of the floor, Lara was aghast to find Kitty orally servicing Gordo, having freed his phallus from the constraints of his pants.
“Can we please go?” after five minutes of Gordo’s obstinately not cumming, Lara finally squeaked softly, afraid Winston might hear.
“Unfortunately Kitty isn’t as good at sucking cock as you are” Gordo said, at normal volume, which made Lara heart skip a beat.
She knew what Gordo wanted. As per the agreement, Lara was free from anyone soliciting her sexual services while she was at home. This meant Gordo couldn’t just force her to blow him.
Which made what she was about to do next all the more humiliating.
“Can I?” She panted, looking up at Gordo from where her face was still against the ground, unable to raise her head because of the orgasms.
“Are you saying you’re hungry for my cock?” Gordo said, once more at normal volume.
“Shhh please! Let me suck your cock just please keep quiet!” tears were welling up.
“Eh I’m not really in the mood to feed your mouth my dick” Gordo said snidely. “You’re better than Kitty but not that much better that I’d just change mouths...”
“My cunt then, or my ass, whatever you want.” Lara whimpered, getting more and more panicked.
“Can I take a rain check?” Gordo asked.
“...yes” the pause was for a good reason. Lara knew what a “rain check” would mean.
“Nice.” Gordo smiled ear to ear, and almost immediately pulled out of Kitty’s mouth and started shooting his load everywhere. Lara felt the first jet of semen land on the small of her back, and with her body angled towards the ground, began to dribble towards the space between her collarbone. The next burst landed on the floor right next to her, and then Gordo pressed close to the large oak door of Lara’s mansion and began to stain the dark wood with his seed.
After he was drained, Gordo stooped down, and grabbed Lara by a handful of hair, lifting her head to where his dick was. He wiped his cock off against her cheeks before stowing it back in his pants. Only then did he pull the remote out again and stop Lara’s orgasms, once again keeping her at that tantalizing threshold.
“I’ll go keep the butler company. You clean this up and get to the car.” he said, pointing to the specks of semen, pussy juice, milk, and the sweat stain impression of Lara’s face. Untying the leash and handing it to Kitty, he left to stall Winston.
“With what” Lara’s mind was such a haze that she asked the question even though the answer was obvious, and received her answer when Kitty, copying Gordo, grabbed her by the hair and began forcing her to lick and suck every bit of spilled fluid up. Only after she had done so for the majority of the fluids did Kitty pull out a rag and some cleaning solution to clear the saliva stains off of the floor.
“Don’t think this is over” she said silkily into Lara’s ear as the latter hobbled onto the high heels. “I haven’t even begun to pay you back for punching me, bitch.”
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