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Tomb Raider: The Fat Man Chronicles	By : MorbidFantasy Category: +S through Z > Tomb Raider (all) > Tomb Raider (all) Views: 221942 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter 28: Assignment One: Airtime Interlude
Lara’s imagination did more to scare her than reality.
Where was this next “big shag party”?
The louder the sounds around her became, the more she shivered, a large part of it owing to the increasingly rhythm of the vibrators in her.
How many people have seen her? How many were now staring at her in shock, awe, and perhaps lust?
Where was the law enforcement? That frightened Lara even more, the prospect that an officer might pull them over, order her released from the bondage and have her identity revealed.
It was intoxicating.
Every time a car honked, someone broke laughter nearby, or the convertible went over a particularly large bump, Lara’s stomach would lurch as the influx of adrenaline drove her to climax. She could hear the squelch and feel her own juices messily meeting the cold air and chilled.
Every time she felt the car slow Lara prepared herself for another confrontation. Who will it be this time?
Another group of teenagers? Lara could only see in her mind a group of faceless boys dressed in school uniforms.
A secretly lecherous businessman? Lara imagined suited men, with gray highlights in their hair, their faces all resembling or similar to Everest.
A corrupt policeman? Lara actually found herself hoping that any policeman they came across would be more interested in being bought off with sex rather than disclosing her identity.
A group of industrial workers? Large, muscular, dirty, crude. Lara shuddered as the individual physique of the prison inmates from her incarceration amalgamated with her mental image.
She imagined the car stopping next to a group of these imagined men, Fernando making the same pitch to them that he had made to the teens. She was his girlfriend, she was a masochist, and she wanted to engage in this exhibitionism, and that she had a craving for the semen of strangers. She needed their help to satisfy her urges.
As the world around her got more open, more populated, and progressively louder, Lara’s mental picture of her surroundings began to close in around her, collapsing. The dildos behind her were no longer dildos, but were real cocks, belonging to men behind and below her, their hips driving each hard thrust home. The air blasting against her back wasn’t just the wind, but the breaths of men surrounding her.
Even within the darkness of her mask, Lara felt a new kind of black shroud being pulled over her eyes, and as her body continued to shudder in ecstasy, she dimly noted that she was losing consciousness. She remembered this feeling, and while it was simply yet another layer or terror to not know where she might be or whom she might be with when she next awoke to a sightless world, Lara embraced oblivion, finally divorced from reality.
Only for her dreams to take over the torment. Here, in this realm of infinite possibilities, Lara was violated by the conjurations of her own subconscious.
Sometimes she was bound, sometimes held down by hands, sometimes she was free to move about.
Sometimes beds, sometimes dungeons, other times in a vast emptiness, suspended in mid air.
Surrounded.
Everest, Gordo, Fernando, members of the coalition against her.
Now she was copulating with people she knew from her daily life. Her old professors, classmates, even Winston, whose fantasy cock competed with others to enter Lara or at least mark her body with its contents. As they did, some expressed disappointment, others anger, and a few appeared to have always wanted to do to Lara the things they were now doing.
Lara’s mind further regressed.
A boy, from before college. Lara never spoke to him, because she didn’t want to admit through her prideful demeanor that she liked him. That boy now knew everything about her, how she was a cock-hungry slut, how he could’ve been the one to take her virginity. He joined the ranks of faceless teens.
Lara relived her first sexual encounter, except she couldn’t even remember the name of the young man she had given her womanhood up to. They had been close, intellectual equals, and he might’ve even been able to take her in a one on one fight. Except he was no different than the others. He only wanted to be the one to take Lara’s cherry.
Lara was now watching herself in third person, losing her hymen, feeling the sharp pain, then eventual pleasure. Her eyes had been mostly closed when it had happened, but now she was seeing the expression of triumph on the face of her first man. He had conquered her, and anyone who came inside her after he did would never make her experience the same thing.
And because it was the infinite realm of her dreams, Lara had not one set, but an infinite set of sexual organs, with which to take on the innumerable suitors surrounding her. She watched herself split into multiple clones, each clone the center of a conclave of men. She watched as some of her clones mutated tails and kitten ears, others lost limbs or speared by impossibly large phalluses. Some were riding a saddle, except it wasn’t just a saddle now, but a huge stallion, with two pricks growing up out of its back to hold its hapless rider in place.
Then the dream world collapsed, and Lara watched herself riding the stallion into a new, more grotesque dream world, where she was no longer being raped by men, but by hideous beasts and monsters.
One Lara was encased in some sort of resin, cocooned in a position reminiscent of the pleasure mobile, her holes being either drilled by the phallus of a giant insect, or pierced by a giant straw like mouth appendage.
Another Lara was on all fours, her tits engorged and swollen, a group of bovine calfs fighting to suckle at her teat, which sprayed milk non-stop.
Lara was swimming, in an ocean of pure white, surrounded by dolphins. She was hugging the underside of one of them, rubbing against its erection and soon letting it claim her. others dolphins buried their phallic noses in her bottom, or her hands, or her mouth.
The nightmare became even more incomprehensible, and had Lara been in a different state of mind she might’ve found humor in some of what she was seeing.
Her mansion was on fire, but Lara’s pussy, filled to the brim with white goo, managed to put out a the fire by firing an endless stream of semen into the flames. Her breasts expelled their contents like a pair of fire hydrants, dousing the flame in white, leaving behind a shrunken miniature model of her mansion, coated with bodily fluids.
A massive phallus appearing from the darkness was now burrowing down Lara’s throat, pushing past her esophagus, reaching into her stomach, then into her intestines, coiling around inside her, making its way out past her sphincter, only to curl back and impale her pussy, beginning to fill and balloon her belly with its seed.
Lara could see each individual sperm swimming up to her ovaries, where they pillaged her eggs, kidnapping and raping them until they became bloated and fertilized. Then she was watching hundreds of fetuses growing within her, each one looking like one of the men she’d been with. They grew, and grew, and one by one crawled out of her vagina to finish growing into splitting images of their fathers.
And then Lara was back in dream world number one, surrounded and being violated by the men she had just spawned from her womb. Like watching a replay of things she had just experienced, except with the remote on fast forward, so each dick thrusting into her looked and felt like little jackhammers, each partner completing his mission to inseminate her within a few seconds. They then transformed into stallions, bulls, giant beatles, then into minotaurs, werewolves, tentacled venus fly traps.
Then Lara was seeing her doubles speak, their voices heard even as their mouths were being fully penetrated.
“I’ll fuck you, if you let me go.” She was telling Gordo.
“I’ll fuck you, if you help me” She told a macabre looking McGee, dead yet still fucking her like a jackrabbit.
“I’ll fuck you, please don’t let daddy know.” She was telling Everest.
“I’ll fuck you, please don’t hurt me.” She told the prison inmates
“I’ll fuck you, please let me cum.” She told Kitty and her demon sisters.
“I’ll fuck you, don’t let them know who I am.” She told Fernando while she was surrounded by faceless teens.
“I’ll fuck you, please don’t call the police!” She told London.
“I’ll fuck you officers, please don’t take my mask off!” She told the policemen triple teaming her.
“I’ll fuck you, please don’t get me pregnant!” She said to no one in particular, even as she gave birth to yet another group of rapidly maturing males that started the whole process anew.
Men, beasts, monsters, raping Lara. Men, beasts, monsters, fucking Lara. Lara, giving birth to men, beasts, monsters.
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Lara gasped, jerking awake from the dream in a cold sweat.
Darkness. Cold.
She curled into a ball on the cold hard floor, only then realizing that she wasn’t bound anymore.
She brought a hand up to feel her own face, and couldn’t feel a mask.
So no lights.
Checked herself over. No collar, no cuffs, no heavy lengths of chain hanging from her nipples and clitorus, although the barbell piercings were very much there.
Was she still dreaming? Lara reached down, and slide a finger up against her snatch. Stickiness, still fresh, and dribbling. Her other hole was leaking too.
“...Fernando?” Lara tentatively whispered, then suddenly stopped, the sound of her own voice echoing strangely in the dark.
From the timbre of the echo alone, Lara immediately deduced that she was in a relatively confined space. There was a muffled white noise somewhere outside, like rushing air, that had made picking up the softer sounds difficult. Nonetheless, As Lara huddled against the floor, she listened.
The sound of someone slowly breathing. Too deliberate to be sleeping. The person was trying to remain undetected. Lara didn’t immediately ask who it was, instead staying absolutely motionless, slowly bringing her palms to the floor to rise into a crouched feline pose.
Another mouth breather, this one better at concealing his inhalations, but Lara’s keen senses found the infinitesimal sound of cloth ruffling when an expanding and deflating chest displaced it.
Two signatures. Lara couldn’t expect them to be friendlies. The only question now, was who they were.
Lara took a slow breath, letting her olfactory senses tell her a more complete story.
The cum dribbling out of her privates couldn’t have been there for more than ten minutes, given the rate at which semen dried at this temperature and airflow. It turned Lara’s stomach to know that she could vague smell the relative freshness of the sex.
The air pressure...Lara finally realized why everything sounded so muffled. Her inner ear told her everything.
She was flying.
Combine that with the texture of the ground, which she remembered, and Lara realized that she was in the cargo hold of an airplane, and now knew why something in the air smelled familiar. She had been in this very cargo hold roughly three weeks ago.
Meaning at least one of the identities of the men in the room was no longer a mystery, and Lara was 90% certain who the other man was too.
But something was off. Maybe because the hold was so cold, but Lara could distinctly feel a radiant heat somewhere above her, which she could only guess was an incandescent light bulb; one that was very much on and illuminating the hold.
“What have to done to my eyes, you fat bastard?” Lara said calmly.
“What do you mean?” Gordo said, and because she was already so focused on her hearing Lara could tell she had caught him off guard.
“The light is clearly on in this plane, you and...the other guy can clearly see me…” She blinked a few times and felt her eyes with one, vaguely sensing its movement waving in front of her.
Opaque contact lenses
“We gave you opaque contact lenses… what? Oh don’t look at me like that she’s already guessed it.” Fernando said, and Lara couldn’t help but smirk inwardly. At least he didn’t underestimate her capabilities.
She didn’t bother trying to remove the lenses. Most likely Gordo was already looking for an excuse to humiliate her, and would strike as soon as she made any such move.
Instead, Lara stood up, wrapping her arms around herself under her swollen breasts, giving them some support.
Given the fact that her breasts were once again full of milk after having been squeezed by the teens… Lara had been out for quite a few hours. In that time, the level of soreness in her nether regions would indicate that she couldn’t have had more than four sexual encounters between the two holes. And given the recentness of the cum deposits now dribbling down her inner thighs…
“I guess I should thank you for canceling the shag party.” She said, turning her head in the direction of Fernando’s voice.
By now both men had stopped trying to hide their breathing, and Lara could tell by the variations in Gordo’s rhythm that he was annoyed. That was one of the few subtle details she had learned to pay attention to over the past year.
“Vincent, would you mind throwing me something to wear? It’s freezing in here.”
That was as close to begging as Lara ever volunteered when Gordo wasn’t physically coercing her into begging for mercy. Addressing him by his first name, saying things like “would you mind”. To Gordo, it was willing submission. To Lara, it was a small victory, for Gordo to acquiesce to a request from her without demanding immediate sexual gratification in return. In these small interchanges, they were nearly equals.
The air in front of Lara rushed, and she reached out, catching the bundle of cloth tossed at her, feeling it with both hands to identify it as one of Gordo’s oversized blue collar shirts.
As she pulled the shirt over herself and pulled the front close to shield her breasts from the cold, Lara felt a tremor begin to emanate from her groin.
Her knees immediately weakened, and she sunk to the floor as the orgasms came, ending up on all fours in short order.
Gordo’s heavy presence approached her, and Lara could feel him leaning down, reaching under her to squeeze one of her free hanging breasts, and heard a soft splatter as she felt milk rush from that breast’s bud.
Then a sucking sensation, followed by a tugging as something was latched onto her breast, pulling it downwards. The same feeling was repeated for the other breast, and soon Lara was feeling her tits being suckled by the contraption, blushing as she realized she must’ve looked like a cow being milked.
She forced herself to breath in a controlled fashion, moaning just loud enough to release some of pent up pleasure now assailing her senses.
Gordo was kneeling down behind her, pulling her back onto his shaft.
Lara could tell by the way he was hammering himself home that he was frustrated.
He must have expected her to cower in fear when she had awoken, unsure of where she was or whom was in the room with her. He had probably planned on catching her by surprise and maybe scaring her into thinking that she had been blinded. Well she had, but not permanently.
Gordo’s groove all came from throwing Lara off her game, especially by tormenting her senses. usually it was pleasure, and now he was backpedaling, falling back on familiar tactics.
Lara grunted as she came, hearing herself squirt onto the floor. Gordo forced her to lick it all up, pressing her nose and mouth into the floor. She could feel the vibrations of the aircraft.
“Nnnnnngh. When are we landing in Peru?” she said, casually, in Fernando’s direction, in between a particularly knee buckling climax, as if Gordo’s reaming her from behind had no effect. She could feel his frustration as he tried to fuck her even harder, like a child throwing a tantrum.
“We’ll wake you up when we get there.” Fernando said calmly, and now he was approaching Lara, who could smell his precum hovering near her nose. She let him guide her head onto his cock, and let muscle memory take over. The euphoria of the continuously induced orgasms was making her head spin, and Lara tried to think of a happy place, divorcing herself from this reality. The fact that she couldn’t see a goddamned thing actually made this easier than expected.
A hour later, she was back in the pleasure-mobile, and Lara knew Gordo was still angry when she felt the machine's highest pleasure setting revving up, now combined with the orgasm inducing device inside her to turn her muscles into jelly. The contraption around her breasts had changed, and every now and then, when her mind was coherent enough to feel things other than orgasmic tremors, Lara could feel a periodic suckling on her tits.
Abusing the sound proof nature of the suitcase, Lara moaned wantonly, making the kind of unrestrained noises that she knew Gordo would've liked to have heard earlier when he had been fucking her. She can orgasm when he wants, not orgasm when he wants, be milked like a cow even; but if there's still one thing Gordo can't make Lara do, it was to enjoy being fucked by him.
For the machine she could moan unconditionally. The machine was, at the very least, innocent of malintent.
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