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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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The motorhome was moving, swaying side to side as it traversed uneven ground.
Lara didn’t know the paralytic had worn off until she realized that the intense friction between her legs wasn’t just from them rubbing together due to the rocking of the vehicle, but was that of her own fingers, vigorously trying to bring her body over the edge.
Disgusted with herself, Lara nonetheless continued to finger herself to the completion of a climax, giving her a temporary relief from the continuous arousal being propagated by the O-device.
She removed the night mask and ear buds to see the dim morning light seeping into the motor home, flickering through the canopy of the jungle as the motorhome rumbled forward.
She didn’t have to look to the front end of the car to know that Gordo and Fernando were the ones sitting in the driver compartment.
Lara pulled at the dildos inside her, moaning softly she slid them out, leaving brief impressions of emptiness in her crotch and butt.
Or maybe her moan wasn’t as soft as she thought, because as soon as the breath left her mouth, Gordo’s jowled mug craned around from the passenger side up front.
“Rise and shine, sleeping beauty.” he said, his eyes not leaving Lara, who reflexively felt around herself for a blanket, in vain.
“Really? What do you have to cover up? There’s not a piece of skin on you that I haven’t jizzed all over.” Gordo said smugly, watching Lara shield her privates as best she could with her hands.
“Boorish as always. Where are we going?” Lara responded blandly, shuffling out of bed and pulling open the drawer next to it to see if any clothes had been packed for her.
“Nuh uh, not so fast. Look at yourself.” Gordo said, referring to the grime of dried and fresh sweat that Lara was covered in.
“As much as I like seeing you all filthy and slutty, we need you to be presentable for Mr. Xavier. So get that pretty ass back in the pleasure mobile for cleaning.”
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Hanson didn’t do it
Several times, he came close to doing it.
When he had turned her body so Lara was resting on her back, her breasts falling against her chest but her pierced nips perking up so tantalizingly.
When he had dared ventured between her legs with a hand to feel the skin of her inner thighs.
When the vibrating dildo inside Lara’s pussy had slipped out a few centimeters and Hanson graciously decided to put two fingers against its base and slowly nudge it back up against the plump lips.
When he had felt a sudden wetness around his fingers, and saw Lara’s snatch gush with orgasmic juices.
When he awoke the next morning, the motorhome was gone, along with Lara, Fernando, and Gordo.
Later, when he was a little more lucid, Hanson would question if any of it had happened, and indeed when did he make the decision to sneak back to his tent from the motorhome, and sate his never-so-strong urges with Lara’s stolen undergarments. He would question what had spurred him to make that incursion into Lara’s home, and what it said of him as a person. He would ask himself why the only feeling he had towards the whole escapade was not of shame, but of regret.
Still shaken by what he had seen the night before, and now careful not to show too much interest in the affairs of Lady Croft, Hanson gathered his newly expanded team, and made for the excavation site, where they planned to clear away the overgrown foliage and get their first look at the presumed entrance to what might be a career defining discovery for him, although he didn’t seem to be as excited about the dig itself as he should’ve been.
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<“Time to wake up, my little kitten,”> the soothing voice of Amelia Croft, echoed from the dark vestiges of her dream.
“Mother?” Her entire body quivered. “Mother is that you?” Her words seemed to echo from within her, rather than from her mouth, which felt heavy to move. ‘Why is she calling me her little kitten? Mother never did that...mother never used to do that!?
<“Wake up, Lara, my little kitten”> Amelia cooed again, but this time her voice was no longer gentle. It was a commanding tone, full of menace.
Lara jerked awake in a cold sweat, gasping as she bolted upright.
Or her body tried to. It flexed taut against the linings of the suitcase, bucking so forcefully that Lara could feel her vertebrae popping.
Lara didn’t even notice that she was screaming until the dildo installed in front of her face pushed its way into her mouth to gag her. She nearly choked as it pressed into the back of her throat, failing to recognize it. In her delirium, her mind crafted out the body of a demon, projecting that image into the pitch darkness of the suitcase.
A hermaphroditic demon speaking to her in the voice of the late Amelia Croft.
‘You’re not my mother!’ Lara wanted to shout, but the sudden realization was accompanied by a sudden inability to vociferate, as a full-bodied throbbing brought her into an orgasmic awakening.
The terrible climax lasted for a few seconds, but the panic persisted for several minutes, and it wasn’t until she felt the dildos slow their thrusting in her lower orifices did Lara realize that they weren’t actually the phallic forked tail of the demon fucking her, that in fact she was snuggly tucked away in the new pleasure mobile.
Almost as soon as she started struggling against the unyielding walls of the suitcase, a warm jet of vaguely sweet porridge flooded Lara’s mouth from her feed dildo.
<“Oh good, you’ve awaken.”> Amelia’s voice...fake-Amelia’s voice said, as Lara gulped down her feed.
<“Allow me to introduce myself, I’m Amelia, an artificial intelligence designated by Mr. Everest to monitor you in his stead.”>
‘Why do you sound like my mother!? And using her name too!’ Lara screamed inside her head, a pleasantly gagging mass of porridge still sloshing through her mouth.
<“Now that introductions are out of the way? You’re official briefing will commence.”> fake-Amelia said, her gentle voice utterly cruel to Lara’s ears. ‘Stop! Please...stop sounding like MY MOTHER!’ Lara wished she could say.
<As you may have noticed before, this pleasure mobile you are in right now has been modified by Mr. Gordo>
Pleasure Mobile 2.0
So called because it was now fully automated, with no need for Lara to put on, attach, or stick anything into her body. New additions of servos and internal moving parts now did everything, from cupping her breasts to attaching electrodes and inserting the catheter. Even the breathing apparatus has been redone. Getting into the suitcase was now as simple as waiting for it to open up then sitting into it.
<As we speak, you are being transported to Mr. Xavier Salvatorelli residence, where he is most eager to meet you again>
<”Mr. Salvatorelli has been kind enough to lend us his influence over the local government, which will allow this expedition to have two weeks of uninterrupted time within the dig site, after which it will be brought under the joint ownership of both Mr. Salvatorelli as well as the Peruvian government. which have been bribed to give us precisely that long for a first look.”>
The feeding tube finally stopped ejaculating into Lara, retracting itself and allowing her to clear her throat.
“Why are you pretending to be my mother?” Lara coughed out.
<”I am programmed to provide you with sustenance and bodily care, as well as sentimental counseling, as per the instructions of Mr. Everest himself. Is that not analogous to a motherly role, Lara dear?”> Fake-Amelia asked.
“So this sick idea of you impersonating my mother was all his doing?” Lara seethed.
<“I am not aware of the details of my origin. However I did record Mr. Gordo as having said this when he first heard my voice, [quote] That is one sexy voice, her mother was a real piece too. I’d have tapped that in a heartbeat. Ooh, it would be perfect if we could build a pleasure suit to go along with pleasure mobile. What do you think, Kitty, “Iron Cunt” has a nice ring to it doesn’t it? [End quote]. Mistress Kitty is then quoted as saying…”>
“Never mind what that bitch is sayinAWAAGGGHHHH!” Lara begun to say, but as soon as she said “bitch”, she was shocked.
<”Disrespectful language will not be tolerated, Lara dear.”>
“What did they do to my body? What exactly is this O-device?” Lara asked.
<“A very convenient thing to have isn’t it dear.”>
“No… no it isn’t”
<”The O-device is a variable arousal system that combines periodic drug injections with electric currents to curtail or facilitate your body’s reaction to stimuli. It also lets me monitor your body remotely. It is my knowledge that depending on who you’re servicing, different settings will be required.”>
“...I never agreed to this” Lara said.
<”But you did agree that you would be highly opposed to being impregnated, did you not? The O-device is designed to prevent that from happening. Mr. Gordo and Mistress Kitty simply wanted the device to be as multifunctional as possible.”>
“...anything else you want to tell me? Why am I not headed for the dig? Isn’t that why I’m here?”
<”I was informed that you owed Mr. Salvatorelli a debt and it was a priority that it was settled. Isn’t that the case, Lara dear?”> Fake-Amelia asked.
Lara was silent for a few seconds.
Salvatorelli had been all but a minor guerrilla band leader when Lara had last seen him, prior to the brief meetings during her incarcerations. That was four years ago, when he was cutting deals with anyone who’d help him claw his way up in the world of Peruvian paramilitaries. Lara had, for a token sum, acquired a jeep and provisions from him in the run down village that he operated from. When his intentions toward her had turned brutally amorous, she had left him in a pool of his own blood and drool, clutching a bleeding eye socket and cradling one hand.
To think that in a few short years, the same seedy wreck had managed to rise to the point of drawing the attention of big fish such as Everest. This wouldn’t bode well for Lara.
*sigh* “What does he want, and could you please stop those damn things?” Lara said, meaning the two incessantly thrusting vibrators reaming her from the bottom of the suitcase.
<“What do all men want?”> Fake-Amelia countered, and to Lara’s small relief, the dildos stopped buzzing and thrusting, drawing most of their length out of her leaving only a few inches in. <“Money, cars, a nice shack, and someone to stick their business into at night. This is according to Mr. Gordo, of course”>
“He would say that.” Lara muttered.
<”He’s asked that the O-device be turned off for this meeting. I’m sure he wishes to get to know the real you personally. That being said, when you with Mr. Salvatorelli, you are to bring yourself to orgasm for him as many times as possible, and not pretend to be having one when you aren’t. I was told to recommend a ratio of three orgasms from you for every one orgasm from him. I am going to put you back to sleep now, Lara dear. When you do wake up, do remember to give Mr. Salvatorelli the respect that he requires of you.”>
“No...wait! I have more ques…..” Lara started, but trailed off as her tongue lolled lifelessly in her mouth, already feeling the soporific effect of the sleeping gas.
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The next thing she did remember was waking up tied to a bed that she had never seen before.
“Ah senorita! How nice of you to finally awaken!” A thickly accented voice purred into Lara’s ear.
“Xavier Salvatorelli.” Lara said flatly, identifying the bathrobe-clad man laying next to her. Her head was slightly dizzy, and every time she drew a breath a warm jitter would run through her body. Clearly she was still in recovery from the influence of the sleeping gas. Just as Fake-Amelia had said, Lara could for the first time feel her body in its normal unaroused state.
Her thighs were closed, but the stickiness between them told her all she needed to know.
“I wish I could say that you were awake for our introductions...” Xavier said. “But I couldn’t restrain myself, such was your beauty.”
Lara wanted to make some sort of snide comment at his taking advantage of an unconscious woman, but she being the victim, nothing witty came to mind.
She turned her head to look at Xavier. Her eyes met his one good eye, and suddenly that eye had a hard look in it. Xavier removed a black eye patch to reveal the scarred remains of his right eye, the one that Lara had put out.
“Senor Everest has promised me your full cooperation, am I to believe that the legendary Lara Croft is to grace me with all her heart?”
Just her body. Her heart wishes a whole different matter.’ is what Lara wanted to say.
“Yes.” She knew the fickleness of South American paramilitary. If whatever passed for partnership between Everest and Salvatorelli wasn’t strong enough, he could easily decide to kill her after raping her.
“Tsk tsk, you enter my home, and sleep in my bed, then immediately lie to me?” Xavier said. In one hand, he held a black baton with strips of leather dangling from it.
Lara didn’t know what to say to that. She tensed as the whip in Xavier’s hand brushed itself against her midriff. Even without the forced stimulation of the O-device, every nerve in her body tingled in anticipation, and now Lara was even more acutely aware of Xavier’s sticky seed within her..
“I wanted to look you in the eye, then hear your cries as I slowly removed both of your eyes with a spoon.” Xavier said, basking in Lara’s small shudders as he continued to tease her with the whip, which he pressed against her loins, where his semen was dribbling out.
“Then, maybe I’ll do other things which people from your country consider to be unspeakable, but would remind those who learn of your fate not to mess around with Salvatorelli. And I would keep you alive until the very end, when I remove your organs one by one. Now come to think of it, I should leave your eyes for last so you can see, yes?”
‘I’d be impressed if you can keep me alive while you do all that’ is what Lara wanted to say.
“Please...forgive me.” she instead whispered, knowing he wanted her to beg, and prudently giving him the satisfaction.
“Forgiveness...cannot be given. It must be earned.” Salvatorelli said. He undid the bindings around Lara’s limbs and handed her a black blindfold.”
“Put that on,” he said. Lara silently donned the blindfold.
“I’m going to lay down, and you’re going to make love to me as my woman.” Xavier said. Lara felt his weight shifting in the bed, and a hand guiding her to mount him cowgirl style.
Lara skillfully dipped her hips onto Xavier’s member, catching the tip of his penis with her nether lips and skillfully relaxing her entrance to ease him into her with no help from either of their hands. She heard him sigh, then heard a whooshing sound, and yelped as the whip struck the valley between her breasts.
“Don’t stop” Xavier commanded as Lara continued to gyrate against him. He struck the same spot on her chest again, and it hurt enough that Lara almost brought her hands up to guard
against the next blow, but kept them braced against his chest.
“Oh senorita,” Xavier groaned. “You must do better than that, I had more fun when you were sleeping.” He whipped her again, the leather dancing against Lara’s chest, she crying out with each subsequent blow.
Lara’s breath quickened and became shallower as her heart pounded underneath the raw skin of her chest.
It wasn’t quite enough pain to break her, but Lara knew what was expected of her, and begged Xavier for mercy.
“Please...forgive me..." she panted, guessing that he wanted her to keep begging.
“Not just yet, senorita, not just yet.” Xavier stopped his whipping to use his hands to relocate Lara’s hands from his chest, such that she was holding onto the headboard above his head, bending forward to drape her large breasts over his face.
“I’ve dreamt of these for four years.” Xavier said as he caught her swinging breasts with both hands, and pressed his face up between Lara’s breasts, licking the spot reddened from the whipping, humming delightfully as he heard Lara sucking in air.
Turning his head, he brought one of Lara’s breasts over to suckle on the barbell pierced nipple, his teeth grinding at the stiffened bud. He could feel Lara quivering.
“Don’t worry, I won’t bite it off” Xavier cooed, continued biting on one nipple, then the other until both buds were purple, with blood beading from around the barbells.
“F...forgive me...” Lara said when Xavier stopped biting her tits, hearing him sigh in exaggerated disappointment.
Xavier’s hand grasped the nape of Lara’s neck, pulling her in for a kiss. There was a mixture of alcohol and some foul taste on his breath as their tongues interlocked, but Lara was afraid to break the kiss before he did.
“I had wanted to be the one to break you,” Xavier said, “but it looks like someone already has. The senorita Croft I knew would’ve at least insulted me.” His hands pushed against Lara’s thighs, signalling for her to dismount his erection.
Pulling her off the bed, he led Lara, still blindfolded, onto the wooden floor.
Lara heard the clinking sounds of chains, and her arms were hoisted above her head and secured to thick leather cuffs. Her legs were pulled apart by the ankles and chained to the ground, and then the chain attached to her wrists was tightened, forcing her onto the tips of her toes.
“I want to see the old Lara Croft. Say something to insult me.” Xavier said.
“Please...forgi....” *SMACK*
Lara’s obligatory apology was cut short as her breasts erupted in pain, Xavier having just drawn his whip back and sent a heavy blow across them.
“Ahhhhhh... stop... please...” *SMACK*
Lara’s breasts jiggled as a series of blows rained down upon them.
“Ahhh sod off you animal...ugh...had to tie a girl up...unngh... before you can fight evenly...auuuahh...” Lara shouted in between lashes.
“That’s more like it.” Xavier said. Lara braced herself for the next lash across her chest, but after a pause, it was her groin that received the next lash.
“AAAAAAAhHHHhh.... you coward... uhhhhh... bastard...aaaaaaaah.... parasite... unngh.” several more lashes to her crotch made it increasingly it hard for Lara to come up with a coherent insult.
“Not quite...” Xavier said. There was a table nearby, on which Gordo had left a plethora of toys for him. He selected a small electric prod, and held it over Lara’s groin. She of course had no idea what he was planning on doing.
“I should’ve never let you live...” Lara finally vociferated.
“Finally, the truth.” Xavier pressed the prod against Lara’s swollen labia and held down the trigger.
“AHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Lara’s body tried to jerk away from the prod, tried to curl itself up to protect her crotch. But she was already stretched taut on her toes, with no give in the chains, so she only hurt her ankles and wrists in doing so.
Xavier held the prod against Lara’s recoiling body for ten seconds, basking in her single drawn out scream.
“Please...please stop...” Lara said weakly second after the current left her body, when she had stopped shaking uncontrollably.
Xavier was far from done. Holding Lara’s jaw, he bound a long dildo gag onto her face. The dildo was barely flexible, and in order to take its full length into her throat, Lara was forced to crane her head back, and hold it in that position.
Xavier resumed whipping Lara’s body, raining down blows fast and hard with lash in one hand, with no discernible pattern. With the other hand, jabbed the prod into Lara’s groin, her breasts, under her armpit, where the electric shocks affected her the most.
‘Fuck...that’s it...get it out of your system, you twit...one day I’ll come back to put you and your pathetic operation out of existence.’ Lara thought, even as her body was engulfed in pain. It was so bad that she nearly pissed herself, but managed not to, retaining that little bit of dignity.
Xavier whipped Lara until he was panting. Then he undid her left ankle. As it turned out, Xavier was nearly a head shorter than his victim. Earlier when he had cuffed Lara’s wrists to the chain above her head, it had been lower, and now that it was raised, he had trouble reaching it.
Thus Lara gained a brief reprieve, hearing a scraping on the ground as Xavier pulled over a stool that he had prepared before hand to even out the height difference. Stepping onto the stool made him slightly taller than Lara, and let him lift her now free left leg up, to tie it to the same chain as her wrists, completely opening up her groin for him.
Lara moaned into the gag, hanging unevenly on three limbs, enduring the rape by the short man standing on the platform. She couldn’t see him, but already knew from his oddly elevated angle that he must be standing on something in order to be capable of sticking his dick into her.
The gag was removed so Xavier could clamp his mouth over hers again. As they locked lips, she could feel him exploding inside her, pumping load after load of cum up into her.
“Another gift,” he said, roughly grabbing her ass and pressing their groins together tightly, as if trying to force his penis into Lara’s womb to directly deposit his seed there.
“I... I’m sorry I wronged you...please...don’t hurt me anymore...” Lara whimpered once their tongues had parted and she was given her breather. She made herself sound as pitiable as possible, even though she felt nothing but loathing for the man.
“Oh senorita,” Xavier cooed, “redemption must come from suffering, and I’ve waited four years for this. Don’t worry, your life is safe, but if you wish to complete what Senor Everest sent you here to do, then you must also do everything that I ask.”
“You can untie me now, I’ll behave.” Lara said.
“Are you telling me what to do?” Xavier suddenly said, and before Lara could respond to his threatening tone by apologizing and asking for more forgiveness, he was pulling her head back by the ponytail and pushing the dildo gag into her mouth.
Lara was only wearing her regular barbell piercings, but now Xavier retrieved from the table the small lengths of chain for her nipples and clit, attaching them to her body, letting each chain drop into place and pull against Lara’s buds, savoring her whimpers as he did so.
He then enjoyed watching those three chains swing freely when he swatted Lara’s buttocks with a long paddle, enjoying her convulsions and screams when the paddle caught the end of the clit chain and sent it whirling around the bud.
“No permanent damage, Sal,” Gordo had said a few hours before, when he had rolled Lara into Xavier’s room inside the suitcase. Begrudgingly, Xavier had promised. At this juncture, the amount of potential wealth and power to be gained by cooperating with Everest was enough for him to swallow a little bit of pride and not leave a more permanent mark on this outwardly submissive but secretly defiant puta.
Xavier’s brief lapse in hitting Lara only made her more anxious. Was he getting more toys, how was he going to hurt her now? If Lara hadn’t had the blindfold on, she would’ve seen Xavier get that hard look in his one eye again.
A knock at the door made her recoil, swaying in one spot. She heard Xavier exhale loudly.
“<Come in>” he barked in Spanish, and Lara heard the door open, and even with her body inflamed from the shocking and lashing, she felt a draft of air from behind.
“Senor, the men have been gathered.” it was Fernando’s voice.
“Excellent!” Xavier exclaimed, this time in english.
Lara felt him step back onto his platform, and winced as he kneaded one very sore breast.
“They’ve been dying to see you, puta. I’m throwing a big party tonight, and you’re the guest of honor! ”
‘Please! I was promised no more gang rape!’ assuming the worst with regards to being ‘the guest of honor’, Lara moaned dejectedly into the gag,
“Oooh, Senorita Croft is going to look wonderful in that.” Xavier could be heard exclaiming, apparently seeing something that Fernando had brought with him.
Still blindfolded, Lara had no idea what he was talking about, but knowing that Gordo had built it did not make her any more eager to find out.
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