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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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Happy new year, fellow 2014ers. Here's an update that took myself by surprise. You'll all notice that it looks nothing like the preview that I had posted a while back in the forums. That chapter is being reworked into something further down the road. For the moment, I'm more interested in playing around with this Hanson character.
The ending of this chapter is deliberately openended, as I have several conflicting ideas on what should happen next. So do offer suggestions in the forums, review section, or by emailing me at morbidfantasy12@gmail.com
Chapter 30: Assignment One: Excursion
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Evan Hanson awoke sometime in the middle of the night to a lingering impression that the events that had transpired a few hours earlier had been but a dream, a peculiar fantasy too outlandish to be true.
For a few seconds, he laid in his bed spread, as if in a daze. Then he bolted upright, and made a beeline for his rucksack. He felt around for his torch, found it, and flicked it on as he unzipped his bag.
And was thrilled to behold his prizes from the night prior were neatly tucked away in it, weighed down by his canteen.
Elation, followed by a sudden influx of conscientious shame. What had he done? Spied on the daughter of his old deceased colleague? For shame!
That feeling passed quickly, however, and Hanson felt a little heat in his cheeks as he looked at the two articles of clothing. Then he felt a little twitch in his pants, and a lecherous grin spread across his face.
Five minutes later, he slunk out from his tent, mostly dressed save for his khaki top, the buttons of which he fumbled at.
The camp had sounded quiet from inside his tent, and indeed, looked quite deserted now compared to hectic to and fro from a few hours earlier, when it was being put together. The center of the camp was well illuminated,
Hanson eyed the motorhome. He wondered if Lara was asleep, and imagined her as he had seen her down by the stream, nude and glistening, except now laying naked in her bed, perhaps barely covered by a thin blanket that perfectly traced her form.
Hanson’s tent was conveniently located rather near the motorhome, such that no other tent was between the two. And now, he found himself wandering, no, sneaking, around to the side of the motorhome that faced away from the camp centre and thus remained shrouded in darkness. The hairs on the back of his neck tingling as he cautiously scanned his surroundings for any potential onlookers.
There! A side window, partially hidden by the leaves of a tree that the motorhome was parked very close to. The windows of the motorhome had been tinted, such that the lights of the camp didn’t pierce through. But in the contrast of the darkness on the side Hanson was on, he could make out a faint light shining through.
Hanson slowly crept up to the window, and from one of its corners, strained his eyes to see what he could see of the interior of the vehicle…
What he saw was almost too good to be true.
Mere inches from the window he was looking through, Lara laid, unclothed, uncovered, her nude form dimly illuminated by a small nightlight on the wall opposite her bed.
Completely motionless with her back turned to the window, so still save for a very faint swelling and shrinking of her petite diaphragm.
Hanson didn’t know how long he froze there, holding his breath, his eyes tracing the curvature of Lara’s body. Then he saw something that made him gasp.
WIth her back to the window, Lara’s lithe legs were curved away from him, her left leg bent over her bottom right leg exposing much of her luscious ass to the air. Because of the dim light, it wasn’t until Hanson’s eyes drifted back over to the valley between her cheeks for a second time did he catch the anomaly protruding from it. A cylindrical anomaly.
It was a dildo, roughly two and a half centimeters in diameter, and it was tucked firmly between Lara’s buttcheeks.
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Lara had been secreted into Gordo and Fernando’s private tent, where she finally came to know what it was that had been controlling her ability to cum. Gordo hadn’t yet come up with a crudely sexual name for the little electronic device implanted inside Lara’s womb, nor did he elaborate on how it worked, other than it being able to suppress or enhance her arousal. It’s temporary name was the O-device, the remote that controlled it being the O-remote.
As if she wasn’t already acquainted with what the device did, Gordo alternated between making Lara gush nonstop and quaking on all fours at his feet to squirming anxiously as the O-device kept her at the brink of cumming but never letting her climax.
The entire time, she entertained Gordo and Fernando’s various demands in brutal silence, afraid that the soft pounding of their groins against her quivering body would be heard by the rest of the camp. Fortunately, the gas powered generator for the camp lights was right next to Gordo’s tent, providing a fair amount of white noise to mask what was going on within. Still, there were several instances where the groans of one of the men made the hairs on the back of Lara’s neck stand up.
Two hours later, after five loads of cum were split between her pussy and rectum, with a rancid aftertaste remaining in her mouth from the clean-up, Lara gingerly climbed back into the suitcase. She felt it being rolled across uneven ground, up a ramp, and back into the motorhome.
When the suitcase reopened inside the motorhome, Lara was almost ready to be look forward to being able to sleep in the bed, but a cold liquid flooded her anus from below, and almost immediately she felt herself go limp.
Gordo and Fernando dragged the paralyzed Lara out of the suitcase and deposited her in the bed. A night mask was pulled over her eyes. Lara couldn’t move her body, nor could she see through the mask, but she could still feel and hear everything being done to her, from the two vibrators being slid into her wet snatch and anus to Gordo’s breath next to her ear as he whispered some parting words.
“See you in the morning sweet cheek. I’ll be nice and turn the O-device off, so you go ahead and cum whenever you want, hmmkay?” he said, and dragged his tongue across Lara’s ear, before pushing a pair of earbuds into that ear, lifting Lara’s head to do the same with the other.
For a few seconds, the earbuds completely blocked out all sound, and all Lara could hear was the rush of blood in her own head.
Then she started hearing something coming through the earbuds.
For the first few seconds, it was a shallow, feminine breathing, then, suddenly, the sounds of a woman hissing, as if in pain. Lara had no idea who she was, but immediately felt a twinge of empathy for her, as if she could feel whatever had caused this woman to hiss in pain.
Then the woman moaned; softly at first, almost reluctantly, but then a little quicker, a little louder. It was obvious what was happening to this woman’s body. Very soon, the sultry feminine voice in Lara’s ears was whining and moaning quite rhythmically. In the background, Lara could make out a distant muffled grunting of a male voice. It sounded as if the microphone recording these sounds had been placed near the female’s mouth, but partially obscured sounds further away.
Even so, Lara could hear that the woman was in great distress, and the groans of the male in the background sounded… triumphant. There was no doubt about it. This recording was of some poor girl being raped.
Lara felt her loins twitch as she listened to the sounds of this mysterious woman being violated. Her body, of its own accord, seemed to pulse ever so slightly every time the woman’s voice moaned. Her pussy and sphincter started to clench around the vibrating rods inside them whenever the woman in her ear sounded like she was being thrusted into. Lara vainly tried to regain control of her own body, to not shamefully work herself to this shameful soundtrack of a woman being fucked.
But she couldn’t, and to her horror, within a few minutes, the woman’s voice started to rise even more, as did the distant male voice, except now Lara realized there were actually two men in the recording, because she could hear the difference in their thrusting rhythm from the woman’s occasionally offbeat moans.
One of the male voices then said something, and even though the sentence was muffled and barely intelligible, it rang in Lara’s ear as clearly as if she had been there herself.
“Plug her ass real good… make Ivan proud and bottom out in this bitch.”
Ivan… Vasily… the prison… the woman…
The panting and moaning voice was her own… the voice that was now crying out, sobbing unintelligibly. It was Lara’s voice from the gang rape back in the prison.
Lara couldn’t even wrap her mind around this revelation at first, as she too came around the two vibrators, cumming to the sound of her own voice climaxing inside her ears.
The reason that she hadn’t realized the voice belonged to her was that she could barely remember having made those sounds. She had faded in and out during the brutal gangrape that followed her night with Vasily in her cell. But somewhere in her subconscious, she had remembered one of the men making the quip about making the big Russian proud. That random comment had somehow filtered its way past Lara’s incoherence during many parts of the gang bang, now serving up a whole slew of nightmarish memories that was still too fresh in Lara’s mind.
The recording didn’t end. Lara heard herself panting heavily, and could tell that at the moment, she was being transferred between burly hands. Then a gagging sound, as her mouth was penetrated, soon followed by two muffled whines, one for when her ass was pulled down onto a cock, then another when a third cock in her pussy completed the trifecta.
What made the surreal experience so uncanny was that Lara’s body seemed to remember the rape better than she did, and was starting to match Lara’s own recorded voice in every dip and rise in arousal.
Unable to shut out these sounds, unable to move her body, and unable to see anything except the blackness of the night mask, the images that accompanied the audio projected themselves in front of Lara’s eyes, accompanied by her own body reacting to the visualizations of being fucked by dozens of prison inmates.
Like a dream, except more real and visceral, Lara was made to relive one of the worst days in her life.
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After several minutes of breathing through his mouth, Hanson finally risked turning on his torch, cupping it with his hands, and pressing a little of the light through the window to illuminate Lara’s naked form in greater detail.
What he saw only served to make him bolder.
Lara’s face, slightly turned upwards, revealed that she had both a night mask on her eyes as well as a set of earbuds firmly latched onto her ears, plugged into a small black mp3 player resting on the nightstand above her head.
And on the nightstand was a large bottle of sleeping aid, its lid unscrewed and a half empty glass of water next to it.
She can’t see or hear me! And she’s taken sleeping aid!
Hanson uncupped his hand to let a little more light from the torch through,and that was when he saw it. A second vibrator, just past the one in Lara’s ass, buried inside her bare-shaven lips. It was even thicker, around 3 full centimeters in diameter!
So the little tart needs both pills and two toys to help her sleep. What a scandal.
Hanson was now feeling infinitely less guilty about stealing Lara’s underwear and jerking off with it, and he pondered what he should do with his new discovery.
An idea was starting to form in his mind.
Hanson snuck back around the motorhome, to the side with the door that faced the lit part of camp.
Making sure the camp was still deserted, Hanson rapped his knuckles against the door softly, and waited.
No response.
He knocked again, just a little louder.
Still nothing.
Then again, loud enough that he almost scared himself thinking he might’ve waked someone else up.
Nothing. No sounds of anyone in the rest of the camp turning in their tents, and most importantly, no voice from the inside of the motorhome inquiring as to who was knocking, and no sounds of a naked Lara frantically scrambling to pull some cloths on, and perhaps pull the toys out of herself and hiding them.
Hanson circled back around to the dark side of the vehicle, and cautiously peered through the window again, to find that Lara hadn’t so much as moved an inch from her original position.
The sleeping pills must’ve did their job.
Emboldened, Hanson first tried to see if he could edge the window open, only to find that it had been latched from the inside. Undeterred, he once again made his way to the lit side, and now, fueled by adrenaline that he hadn’t felt in years, brazenly tried to open the door to the motorhome.
Locked.
Damn
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In the throes of hearing herself being thrashed by what she remembered as being six inmates abusing her body simultaneously, Lara thought she heard someone knocking at the door.
She tested her muscles, to find that she still couldn’t move. It had been two hours, and she had cummed as many times as her audio counterpart had, but the vibrators still hadn’t ceased their rumbling, never granting her a reprieve from climaxing every time she heard herself do so. Her body was woozy and numb from so many orgasms that it felt as though Lara had actually passed out, and was simply dreaming of this continued violation.
After straining to hear past the ear buds and briefly thinking she had heard someone try to open the door to the motorhome, Lara finally dismissed what she had heard as being a phantom sound generated from her endorphin-addled mind. Indeed, the knocking could very well have been one of the muffled clapping or stamping men in her ear.
She similarly thought it was her imagination when she felt a subtle vibration from somewhere past her feet, that seemed to shake the bed, rocking her body ever so slightly.
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Unlike the actual door to its cabin, the passenger side door to the motorhome wasn’t locked when Hanson tried it.
His heart leapt when it clicked open with a gentle tug, then jumped again when he pulled himself into the driver compartment of the motorhome.
And between the driver and passenger seats was a narrow that led straight into the cabin itself. Even from the driver compartment, Hanson could see Lara, just laying there. She still hadn’t moved.
Nearly trembling with anticipation, Hanson inched himself forward carefully, until he was standing right up against Lara’s narrow bed, staring down at her body, admiring her ample bosom and pierced nipples under the faint bluish glow of the nightlight.
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Lara drifted in and out of moments of partial lucidness and moments of dreaming that she was back in the prison, actually being gangraped.
She had just awoken from one of her brief moments of unconsciousness, to the feeling of herself cumming, the soreness from her pussy and ass making it hard to tell which particular inmates the cocks inside her belonged to.
They were buried to the hilt inside her, not moving, their dicks stiff and humming with sexual energy… or was it the dildos inside Lara. Was she in the prison, or the motorhome?
Lara’s eyes were closed, and she tried to pretend that she was still unconscious, thinking perhaps they would take it a little easier on her and not make her exert herself anymore.
The bald inmate that had made the comment about making Ivan proud was now standing over her where she laid. Lara couldn’t, or didn’t want to, see him, but she could feel him. He was always the one standing there when she awoke the past few times, the one that seemed to have a degree of authority among the inmates.
She could feel him leaning down, feel the heat of his hands as it hovered over her sweaty body. Just… hovering there, for several long moments, then, finally, touching her, brushing her shoulder gently, then withdrawing quickly.
“Who wants to plug this limp bitch now?” she heard Baldy’s voice echoing in the back of her mind… or was it the ear piece.
His hand touched her again, more firmly, on the shoulder, rocking her a little bit, then withdrew again.
“Hey not so fast, can’t you see we’re not done here?” one of the two hard pricks still inside Lara seemed to say. Indeed, they were still buzzing away inside her.
Baldy’s hand was now softly caressing Lara’s butt and thighs, somehow managing to do so without interfering with the two men sandwiching Lara. Then it traced around Lara’s front, traveling across the flat of her stomach, and upwards, until it found her breast that her arm partially covered.
Strange. Baldy was being oddly gentle. Lara vaguely felt that she didn’t quite remember him that way. Only earlier, he had been roughly reaming her while she was bent over the common area pool table, one leg resting on it while the other held her hips high enough for him to hammer her from behind.
Why was he being hesitant now? Lara didn’t seem to remember it that way…
Baldy was now pushing her left shoulder with one hand and her left thigh with his other hand, turning her so that she now laid on her back, her breasts falling against her chest due to gravity. Her left buttock fell against something that pressed the cock inside her anus deeply into her at an odd angle.
He was now standing over her again.
What a strange dream, Lara thought.
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Hanson was looking at Lara as she laid her on her back, the way he had just repositioned her.
Where does one go from here?
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