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Part 3: Zip's World

“Ahhh...”, Zip let out a long contented sigh. “Now this is what I call living”. The well-muscled thirty-something gadget geek was kicking back in a sun lounger, shaded from the sultry rays of a tropical noonday sun beneath a large blue parasol. Beneath his feet the hot white sand warmed his soles wonderfully. And the tall glass of long island ice tea in his right hand was one of the best he had ever tasted. But the sight before him, comfortably dimmed through the lenses of his expensive designer sunglasses, was the real treat.

“Keep up the pace, babe!”, he shouted encouragingly, “You know the rules. Any slacking off on my watch and it's ten extra minutes of hard cardio before you get to take a rest, remember?”.

“Yes, Mister Zip, sir”, came the panting reply.

“No matter how times you say that, babe”, Zip grinned, “you know I ain't never gonna get tired of hearing it”.

A few meters down the beach from Zip's sun lounger, almost at the surf-line where warm shallow waves washed the sand wet and smooth, two red markers had been placed about twenty meters apart; and between them a figure with long chestnut brown hair tied back in a ponytail, wearing an obscenely tight black and yellow wetsuit that left very little to the imagination indeed, was sprinting back and forth over the hot wet sand like her life depended on it.

“Come on, babe!”, Zip shouted, “just five more to go. Now I want you to really push it for these last few. I see any sign you're slowing down and I move those markers out to thirty and you give me another ten, you hear?!”

“Yes (gasp!) Mister Zip (pant!) Sir!”, the figure gasped, before bracing herself and sprinting flat out for another thirty seconds of chest-heaving, leg-pumping, hair-whipping exertion. Until finally her last lap was completed and she collapsed face down in the sand, a sweat-drenched mess of trembling thighs, flushed buttocks, and heaving DD-cup breasts that looked almost ready to tear through the tight black neoprene of her wetsuit with every laboured inhalation.

“Nuu-uuuh...”, Zip shook his head disapprovingly. “Din't nobody tell you it was time for a break, girl. Now get up on your feet and get that fine white ass over here so's uncle Zip can take a look at you.”

Wearily, the figure pushed herself up from her prone position, then staggered on unsteady legs through the sand, over to where Zip was still reclining on his sun-lounger.

“That's far enough!”, Zip held up a palm, stopping the girl just before she entered the shade beneath his sun umbrella. “Call me cruel, babe”, he rose to his feet slowly, wearing a baggy pair of knee-length Hawaiian shorts, “but I just love to see you sweat.”

“Now, stand at attention!”, Zip rubbed his palms together. “Time for a routine inspection”.

“Yes, Mister Zip, sir!”, even though the girl was clearly exhausted, and appeared to be having a hard time just keeping her balance as she swayed unsteadily in the sand, she reacted immediately to Zip's command. Clasping her hands behind her back, she raised her chin, squared her shoulders and thrust her chest out. Her feet moved to shoulder width apart in the hot sand, and she curved her lower back, pushing her ass out behind herself like a Reef girl posing before a bank of judges at the finals of a best-booty competition.

Zip grinned. He took off his sunglasses and tossed them down on the sun-lounger. Every inch of the girl's body was dripping with sweat. She was still breathing hard from her run, her full DD-cup breasts heaving up and down rhythmically, taut nipples clearly visible beneath the skin-tight black neoprene. Her long athletic thighs were tanned a healthy burnished gold colour. As Zip circled her, the girl's toned quads and thick bubble-ass twitched and trembled with barely controlled fatigue.

As he slowly walked around her, the gadget geek admired the cut of her wetsuit. It covered the girl's arms, shoulders, belly, and back, but left her legs bare all the way up to halfway up her ass-cheeks. The front part barely protected the girl's modesty between her legs, and featured a long metal zipper stretching all the way down from her neck to well below her belly button. Currently, the zipper was unzipped to around its halfway point, leaving a generous swathe of smooth sun-bronzed cleavage on display.

“Now, I think this can go down a little bit lower”, Zip grinned as he took the chunky metal zipper between forefinger and thumb, and began to tug it down, inch by slow inch over the girl's subtly striated abs, until her cute pink belly button appeared, and then down even further until he reached the lowest point possible, just above the girl's waxed-smooth pussy.

Throughout the whole process the girl maintained her strict posture: chin up, back arched, feet shoulder-width apart, chest and ass thrust out as though she were standing to attention in the world's sexiest military parade. She had finally been able to catch her breath, and now merely gazed indifferently forward, an oddly neutral expression on her beautiful, high cheek-boned, full-lipped face as Zip first pawed at her belly, then gradually slipped both of his palms underneath the fabric of her parted wetsuit.

“Let's see how those texture upgrades feel, huh baby?”, he breathed in the girl's face. “You don't mind if I give these lovely ladies a little examination now do you?”

“Of course not, sir”, the girl replied cooly, still staring straight ahead, “I only hope I can satisfy your expectations this time, Mister Zip. You know how much I hate to disappoint you”.

“Ooohh, yeeeaahh...”, Zip's shorts were starting to look like he had hidden a coat hanger down there, lengthways, as the wiry black man slid his palms up under the girl's heavy tits, still inside her wetsuit, and cupped their smooth and tender undersides in his rough black hands. Squeezing firmly, he marvelled as his fingers sank deep into the girl's soft and yielding breasts. Zip had big hands, with long sinuous fingers, but even so the luxurious heft of this particular pair of tits was more than he could handle. Shifting his thumbs up he found her nipples, then started slowly circling them with smooth deliberate motions. The lascivious black man watched the white girl's face with rapt attention. After several seconds of grinding his thumb pads teasingly around her nipples, he got the reaction he was looking for.

“Mmmmmmm....”, the girl took her plump lower lip between her perfect white teeth. Her nostrils flaring slightly she pushed her chest up into Zip's greedy hands, giving him free reign to grope and squeeze her supple young tits to his heart's content.

“Texture... weight... malleability... check, check, check”, Zip dreamily box-ticked. “And pleasure reaction....”, he deftly caught the girl's taut pink nipples between his forefingers and thumbs, then rolled them deliberately back and forth, eliciting a breathy gasp and another long sexy moan from his increasingly flushed plaything. “Pleasure reaction is a big old checkeroo this time, babe”.

“Thank you sooooo much, Mister Zip”, the girl murmured huskily, her thighs and abs trembling as Zip continued to flick and tease her now fully erect nipples. “I'm so happy I can pass (Ngh!) your tests at last”.

Regretfully letting go of her tits after another few moments of self-indulgent groping, Zip parted the girl's wetsuit and tugged it open until her breasts bounced free from their tight neoprene confinement. With a firm yank, he hooked the two sides of the zipper around either side of her gorgeous rack. The thick metal teeth bit into the girl's tender tit-flesh, pushing her tits together to form a buoyant crevice of cleavage in the middle of her chest. But she gave little indication of feeling the discomfort that Zip imagined this would cause her.

“Okay, baby”, Zip decided it was time to get back to work. “Give me a status update. I wanna know your remaining power levels, strength quotient, and stamina reserves”.

“Yes sir”, the girl replied, her face reverting to its former neutral expression as she spoke with clear and measured tones. “Power level has been reduced to forty-two percent after my run, sir. Strength quotient remains steady at an average of seventy-four percent, fifty-six percent lower body and ninety-two percent upper body. And stamina reserves are running at sixty-five percent, but falling steadily due to continued environmental and climatological stresses”.

“Hmmm...”, Zip scratched his chin. “I think an upper body strength test is next on the agenda”. Placing a hand on the girl's chest he shoved her back a few paces. The girl back-tracked and stumbled to keep up with him. When they had enough room, Zip circled around to stand behind her.

*SMACK!*

He landed a firm palm on her ass, admiring the jiggle of the girl's thick and juicy peach-like buttocks.

“Now get down and give me one hundred push-ups, babe!”, he grinned. “Uncle Zip wants to see you sweat!”

Not missing a beat, the girl dropped to the ground and assumed a horizontal position. Burying her hands in the scorching hot sand, she pulled her ankles together, curved her lower back, and pushed her ass up, until her whole body was bent at the waist at a forty-five degree angle. Then she began repeatedly dipping and rising, pushing out each press-up with perfect posture, counting off the numbers as Zip slowly circled around her.

She was still going strong at fifty, although her breath was coming out in hot gasps at the apex of each repetition. Zip decided to make things more interesting.

“And... hold it right there!”, he ordered when the girl reached the top of number sixty. She obeyed him instantly, bracing out her arms and legs at full stretch to maintain a perfect forty-five degree body posture. Zip circled her once, admiring her long athletic legs, thick upraised ass, and full breasts hanging plump beneath her chest like ripe fruits on a rigid tree branch.

“And hold it....”, he ran his palm up the back of her right thigh, brushing away a few specks of dried-on sand. When he reached her ass, Zip took his time squeezing and stroking the girl's trembling ass-cheeks; she really seemed to be having a hard time maintaining this position.

“Easy, girl”, he condescendingly patted the girl's upraised ass like a dog owner patting his pet's head. “Don't worry, I'm just gonna make a little wardrobe adjustment, right about...”, he slipped two fingers under either side of her wetsuit bottoms, “...here!”, then yanked roughly upwards, pulling the stretchy black fabric up into the girl's peach-like ass cleavage.

“UNNNNghhhhhh!! Nggh...gyuuu!!”, the girl gasped and grunted sexily as Zip put the final touches to her deep, uncomfortable wedgy. Stretching the black neoprene almost to tearing point he hooked it around the tops of her ass-cheeks, then cruelly let it snap back down to impact loudly against the girl's tender, untanned ass-flesh. It now looked like she was wearing little more than a tiny black thong, the rest of the material having disappeared deep between the girl's smooth white buttocks.

“BOOOOM!!”, Zip laughed. “ How's that feel, Lara, huh? Tight enough for ya? Gimme another status update, bitch”.

“Nnnghh...”, the girl's calm demeanour was slipping badly. “Energy levels n-now at thirty-one (gasp!) percent, sir, and f-falling rapidly. Lower body strength (Ngh!) reduced to t-twenty-two percent, and upper body (hahh!) strength now c-critically depleted (gasp!) at fourteen percent. Stamina reserves (nGh!) also critical, only twenty-one percent remaining, d-due to excessive heat, physical (gasp!) stress factors, and y-your 'wardrobe adjustment', sir”.

“Easy girl”, Zip chuckled, absentmindedly patting her ass a few more times. “You're doing great. Now keep going”.

“Unnghh... sixty-one...”, the girl dipped and rose, her whole body shaking. The non-stop physical exertion, sweltering tropical heat, and Zip's newly inflicted handicap were taking a heavy toll. “Nnggghh!... sixty-two...”.

But Zip was loving every second. Lara was a very demanding boss. She rarely showed concern for his or Alister's well-being on the countless occasions when she had ordered them to pull an all-nighter before one of her missions. And she never paid overtime. So standing beside this girl's straining body now, in every respect a perfect match for the real life tomb raider's luscious young figure, the disgruntled tech expert felt little in the way of pity, but a whole lot of something else. Stretching out his shorts' waistband, he pulled loose his big black cock and started jerking it off right next to the girl's quivering thong-split ass.

“NNNNghhhhh!!... Seventy-six!!”, the girl barely managed to push out her latest rep. “Mr. Zip, sir!! (hah-hahhh!)”, she gasped desperately. “My power levels are s-severly depleted! Continuing with this (Ngh!!) course of action m-may lead to (gasp!) total system failure!!”

*SMACK!!* Zip landed another heavy palm on her ass, making it jiggle deliciously.

“You work until you drop, baby!”, he grinned, squeezing her thick trembling ass-cheek in his right hand while he lazily fisted his cock to full erection with his left.

With a grunt of exasperation, the girl carried out his order. She continued her efforts until her arms literally gave out beneath her. Zip only made it worse, groping and spanking her ass at the apex of every push-up, sometimes rubbing his cock all over her thighs and ass as she struggled to raise herself up out of the sand. Sometimes he even pushed the girl down at her lowest point, holding her parallel with the ground for several seconds at a time while she grunted girlishly and blasted desperate breaths into facefuls of sand. Each time, she would dutifully strain against his overbearing weight with every ounce of stamina she had left, before finally being allowed up to complete another rep. In the end, she made it to eighty-three.

“Okay, baby...”, Zip shook his head at the panting pile of neoprene-clad curves at his feet a minute later. “You did good. A new personal best in fact. But come on, that's enough rest. Up on your feet now. I'm gonna give you a reward”.

Very slowly, showing every sign of exhaustion, the girl raised herself up on her elbows, then pushed herself up out of the sand, and rose to her feet. Zip brushed dry sand off her chest, thighs and ass as she swayed unsteadily in the sweltering sun, helping himself to a quick grope and fondle as he did so. Then he ordered her to stand at attention again. This time the girl's posture showed serious signs of fatigue. Every inch of her sweat-drenched body trembled with barely concealed weakness. Yet despite this she did her best to square her shoulders, push out her chest, and stand with her thick bubble-ass thrust back and raised for inspection, as Zip had taught her.

Zip walked over to his sun lounger for a moment to retrieve a metal bucket.

“Here we go, baby”, his fingers crunched against ice when he thrust his hand into the bucket, pulling out a large smooth chunk of ice. “Now don't you never say I never did nothing for you...”.

Water dripping down his hand, Zip pulled the lapels of the girl's wetsuit outward over her shoulders then yanked them down to waist-level, leaving her completely topless from the waist up. He disentangled her arms from the sleeves and ordered her to stand with her wrists crossed at the small of her back. Then he brought the chunk of ice up to her mouth and made her suck on it.

The girl's glossy bee-stung lips looked obscenely sensual as she puckered up and sucked on the ice like it was the best thing she had ever tasted. She closed her eyes in bliss and moaned softly. Droplets of water rolled down her chin and dripped messily onto her chest, washing away some of the remaining sand and making her breasts glisten in the bright noonday sun. But all too soon, Zip pulled the ice out from between her lips; it slid out with a sloppy popping sound as the girl tried desperately to hold onto it.

He brought it down to her chest next, and started working on her nipples. The girl inhaled sharply when he pressed the pointed end of the ice against her right nipple, and began slowly circling it with smooth deliberate motions.

She took her plump lower lip between her perfect white teeth and shivered as he pressed the ice deep into her nipple and squirmed it around, twisting and turning it as she blushed and gasped, before moving over to her other breast and giving it the same treatment. By the time Zip was done, the girl's nipples were tautly erect, every goose-pimpled detail of her light pink aureoles puckered to puffy definition.

Zip walked back over to his seat and tossed the bucket. In the comfortable shade cast by his wide blue parasol, he lay back on his sun lounger and picked up his glass of long island ice tea.

“Okay Lara, wake up!”, the girl snapped back to attention. She had been swaying dreamily, lulled into a false sense of security by Zip's seeming tenderness. “Time for the physics test, babe. Three hundred jumping jacks, starting now. I wanna see those puppies bounce, you hear me?”

“Yes, Mr, Zip, s-sir!”

Once again, the girl immediately set about carrying out his order. Throwing her arms up to clap her hands above her head, she spread her legs to ninety degrees in the sand, then jumped up and pulled them back down again sharply to her sides; and then again, and then again, settling into a steady rhythm that would soon leave her breathless and exhausted, yet again, in the too-hot tropical climate. Needless to say, her full wet breasts jiggled wildly with each repetition. Before long gleaming droplets of water and sweat were flying from the tips of her nipples, while her luscious DD-cup mammaries, with no sports bra to keep them in check, bounced and rippled lewdly, jiggling like over-filled water balloons in time with her energetic star jumps.

Zip slipped on his sunglasses and took a big mouthful of long island iced tea. Laying back on his sun lounger, he kept his eyes locked on Lara's bouncing tits and lazily jerked his big black cock.

It was days like that made the African-American gadget geek feel like he had the best damn job in the world. For all of her short comings, her smugness, her arrogance, her superior British attitude, her admittedly well-earned tough girl persona, his current boss, Lady Lara Croft, was undeniably one of the hottest pieces of ass on the planet. And this virtual reality, shackled AI model that he had been developing in secret for the past eight or nine months was her perfect likeness in all aspects except one: her personality. The real Lara would never stand for this. If he even landed so much as a single spank on that fine white ass, Zip lamented, his boss would probably break his balls, kick his ass, fire him, maybe even sue him for sexual harassment. Hell, there was no guarantee she wouldn't just have done with it right there and put a bullet in his head on the spot. Zip shuddered to think what Lara would do if she could see him now.

But if his and Alister's plans for today worked out like they were hoping they would, then not only was the real Lara in for a major attitude adjustment, but also he and his business partner were set to make millions, if not billions, by marketing and selling a newly developed product the likes of which the world had never seen before.

He drained the final dregs of his iced tea and threw away the glass. Lara had only finished a hundred and thirty of her jumping jacks, but Zip was feeling generous.

“Bring that ass over here, girl”, he patted his lap. “Time for the most important test of all”. Kicking off his shorts, the wiry black man pushed the back of his sun lounger back to a full stretch position, so he could lay back and relax completely.

By the time Lara staggered over to stand beside him, the poor girl looked completely exhausted. She was topless, with her black and yellow wetsuit rolled down around her waist, and her barely-there bikini bottoms wedged up between her ass-cheeks like a tiny pair of T-back thong panties. Her whole body was dripping with sweat and she was breathing hard. She looked about ready to pass out from heat exhaustion at any moment.

“Okay Lara”, Zip ordered. “Wipe all stats and reboot from vanilla parameters. I want you lookin' fresh as a daisy for what's next. And how 'bout a change of outfit”, he added. “Say... bikini number five? No, make that number seven. One of my personal favourites”.

Right away, a kind of slow-moving ripple started undulating up the girl's body from her feet up. As it passed her thighs and hips, her bunched up wetsuit bottoms magically transformed into a small black pair of side-tied bikini briefs, the slim triangular front of which barely covered Lara's pussy, and the string-like back of which disappeared vanishingly between her ass-cheeks, leaving every square inch of Lara's thick white booty bare for Zip to drool over. Moving further up, the ripple wiped away sweat and dirt, leaving in their place only perfectly smooth, wondrously supple sun-bronzed skin. Her bare tits were suddenly encased in a black bikini top, tied behind her back with a large bow, with spaghetti hoops stretching up and over Lara's slender honey-hued shoulders.

Then an instant later, her flushed face and messy hair were perfect again, a fresh coat of glossy red lipstick on her lips, a little smoky eyeliner around her big hazel eyes. Her thick chestnut brown locks were suddenly released from their ponytail, set free to tumble lustrously down around her shoulders and lower back; shining radiantly in the noonday sun they added an almost indescribable aura of youthfulness and beauty to the VR Lara model's already sizzling good looks.

“I've trained you well, girl”, Zip interlaced his fingers behind his head. “Now you know what I want”. He gave a barely perceptible nod towards his cock.

Lara immediately swung one long leg over the sun lounger and straddled Zip's thighs. Encircling the base of his cock with first one hand and then the other, she gave him a gentle squeeze, then twisted his thick shaft like she was wringing out a wet towel. Zip swallowed hard as Lara coaxed her first glossy bead of precum from the eye of his cock. Then his nostrils flared with pleasure as she smeared the gooey liquid all around the underside of his cock head with her thumb. Her slender white hands looked small, almost child-like, wrapped around Zip's thickly-veined jutting black cock. Even at full stretch, her fingers could not touch her thumbs.

Zip closed his eyes and let his whole body relax as Lara pulled down on his shaft, peeling back the swarthy ring of uncut foreskin that usually covered the lower half of his big meaty cock head. He felt it pop open with a gentle elastic spasm when his skin cleared the mushroom-like protuberances of his glands. Lara's hot breath tickled his freshly exposed flesh deliciously.

“First, say it”, he ordered her without opening his eyes. “Then suck it”.

Lara moaned softly. She lowered her head until her glossy red lips were almost brushing against the tip of Zip's twitching pole. Then she spoke with her most proper English accent:

“My name is Lara Croft. And I simply love to suck your big, black cock, Mr. Zip, sir. Do I have your permission to choke myself on it, sir? I know I'm too much of a spoiled little rich bitch to really deserve it, but if you'll let me, I'll try to make you feel good. I just know I can beat my record this time, and take all fourteen inches down my worthless white throat, sir”.

Zip grinned, then nodded. He felt Lara's soft glossy hair tickle his abs as she craned her neck and took the head of his cock between her plump ruby lips. She had to stretch her jaw wide to accommodate him, but somehow managed the feat without so much as scraping a single tooth against his big pre-cum oozing cock head. All Zip felt was the warmth and wetness of her agile tongue as it swirled slowly around his sensitive flesh. Her soft and pouty lips formed a tight seal around his shaft, then started rolling steadily back and forth as she bobbed her head and took his cock progressively deeper and deeper into her hotly salivating mouth.

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