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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
Disclaimer: I do not own the Tomb Raider game series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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So, finally, a few things have been happening
1. A lull in life. You know how sometimes you get home and you're so tired that even though you're horny and want to jerk off or fuck, you end up falling a sleep. Yes, I literally lose focus of my erections because I can't stay away if I'm anywhere near a bed. That's what's been happening. Life is exhausting. But here I am, hopped up on monster, surprisingly bereft of a workload (if only temporary).
2. When I do get enough horny thoughts to write anything, it's basically masturbatory drivle. Enough to get me off, and probably get a lot of you guys off too, but ultimately not something that belongs in FMC. Fortunately, I found it in myself to bring focus back to FMC
3. Too many bad ideas. Abuse abuse abuse abuse Lara. It had become a little too bland and almost generic, Pretty much the same reason my smut writings for a year now have been one off pieces (literally, I write them, jerk off, and don't even bother saving them). I'm trying to do something different with this chapter, and maybe reinvigorate the entire piece as a whole. Please do let me know if you guys agree with the change of direction. I would love some feedback to see if it sticks (hopefully it won't be like the chapter with the snooping Hanson)
Chapter 32: Take Charge:
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The blindfold was removed, and Lara saw a pitiful reflection herself in the wall length mirror across from where she had been strung up.
For a moment, she thought it was semen that was splattered down her entire front, before realizing what the pearly whiteness was. Even now, milk continued to bead from her tortured nipples, dribbling down the dangling chains, which Lara could only imagine had made for quite the sight twirling around earlier when she had been writhing in pain. The ground beneath her had become speckled with fluids.
“I am going to be so generous as to let you clean yourself up now and get dressed. Then you will be given the chance to do what you were officially here to do, but only if you are obedient. Yes?”
Lara nodded, humming an affirmative through the gag. In the corner of her eye, she tried to discern what exactly Gordo had brought for her to wear, but while he must’ve held something up to show Xavier earlier, whatever he had brought was blocked from view by a translucent wall of patterned curtains.
It was all she could do to remain standing as Xavier undid her restraints.
“The chains, can I take them out?” She rasped as the gag cleared her lips. Receiving no such permission, she settled for tentatively placing one arm up against the underside of her breasts, lifting the chains with the forearm to ease the burden on her nips.
Through the curtains, she could make out the unmistakable silhouette of Gordo’s lumbering frame as the latter and Fernando vacated the room, once again leaving her alone with Salvatorelli.
A brief pause.
“Where should I clean myself?” she asked, before the back of Xavier’s hand sent her stumbling onto her knees.
One ear ringing, Lara blinked back more tears and looked up at Xavier, who pointed at the ground beneath her, his single eye full of mirth.
“What a spoiled puta, only thinking of herself. Did you not see what you’ve done to my floor?” Xavier said.
“I’m so sorry!” Lara feigned, suppressing her rage as she begun to lower her face to the ground, knowing he meant for her to clean it with her tongue
“Wait.” Xavier commanded, and bending down, grasping the nape of her neck and pulling her in for one more kiss.
Such a hypocrite. As if his own tongue wasn’t already filthy with gag inducing stank as it invaded her mouth for several seconds, the rest of Xavier’s stubbled mouth sloppily smothering Lara’s face.
The moment the kiss ended, Xavier’s grip on Lara’s neck shoved her down next to his feet, where she spent a good while polishing not just the ground, but also his grimy toes and soles.
As she did this, a chained collar was fixed to her neck, and she was reminded to keep her “culo” raised as high as possible. Xavier even hooked the two fingers from his injured hand into her anus to “assist” her, and ended up having her lick those digits clean.
At long last, he led her, via the leash, to the other side of the curtains, where she finally caught a glimpse of the rest of Xavier’s room clearly.
Considerably larger than she had expected, the room was a reminder of how much Xavier’s status had risen, having been furnished with a luxury far surpassing anything Lara could’ve imagined the Xavier she remembered to have been capable of affording. As she was on all fours however a good part of it remained obscured to her.
Having slipped into a bathrobe when Fernando had entered, Xavier now disrobed once more, placed the handle of the leash in Lara’s mouth, and had her follow him into his private bath on all fours like a bitch.
The water in the huge Jacuzzi was already frothing, and for a moment Lara was foolish enough to think it was meant for her.
Instead, Xavier made her wait on him as he lowered himself into the Jaccuzi, with Lara kneeling outside, within arm’s reach of him, next to a station of chilled fruit pieces and a bottle of Peruvian brandy, and two empty glasses.
“Come, pour us a drink.” He commanded.
“Na ah ah, no standing, kneel.” He added when Lara had barely started to straighten up from all fours. Thankfully, a thick rubber bath mat cushioned her already sore knees as she shuffled over to the station, which was internally refrigerated, a substantial mist of cold vapors and condensation billowing from the pan deep ice tray.
Once again, Lara made the mistake of falling for Xavier’s deliberate omission of instruction. As soon as she reached for the two glasses, A flexible switch that she had failed to notice materialized in Xavier’s hand, swatting her hands away.
“Inconsiderate puta, where were your hands just now?” Xavier asked, that crazed look back in his eye.
“Th…the ground, I’m sorry Xavier.” Lara said, and paused, looking around for where she should wash her hands, afraid that dipping them into the Jacuzzi might be yet another trap.
As it turns out, Xavier had indeed wanted to bait her into dipping her “dirtied” hands into the Jacuzzi, and after a brief standoff in which the two gauged the other’s reaction.
Then, without warning, Xavier got out of the Jacuzzi.
“Lie down on the ground, puta.” He barked, and as soon as Lara had complied, he aimed his semi- hard member at her, and begun urinating on her.
“Ugh, hmmmmph” Lara squeezed her eyes and mouth shut as warm piss hit her face, drenching her hair, then traversing the length of her body, running from one pierced breast to the other, then across her belly, then to her crotch, then back up to her face again. She attempted to block some of the urine with her hands, a token gesture as Xavier’s bladder lasted for a full twenty seconds.
Tapping his final drops of piss out onto her, Xavier then proceeded to kick Lara several times, the first blow landing against her ribcage, the next against her stomach, and then a few more as Lara wheezed in pain and curled herself into a fetal ball, protecting her head and neck with her arms. Xavier then circled around, and managed to land a vicious toe kick in a way that wedged his toes right up against Lara’s pussy, taint and anus all at the same time.
Then, as abruptly as the violent outburst had begun, Xavier turned away , picked up the brandy bottle with one hand and a glass with the other, and poured himself a drink, putting the bottle back on the station and climbing back into the Jacuzzi, drink in hand, completely ignoring the piss soaked Lara as she remained curled on his bath floor.
A long silence followed, and Lara’s breathing returned to normal.
Then, a moment of clarity.
Xavier had briefly closed his eye after one sip of the brandy, savoring the euphoria of his abusive outburst, when he sensed Lara moving from her spot on the floor. He craned his head over, lazily opened his eye to see her slowly rolling onto her knees, then propping herself on her feet.
“Puta who told you you could stand up? Kneel.” He said. When Lara didn’t immediately oblige, he abandoned his drink to one side and hoisted himself back up.
Lara finished righting herself gingerly, just as Xavier irately got back out of the tub, ready to dish out more punishment. His cock was a little more than half mast now, spurred on by violent thoughts undoubtedly. His three fingered left hand reached for one of the chains dangling from Lara’s breasts.
She grabbed the maimed hand by the thumb, closing her own, piss covered, hand around it to establish a firm grip before leveraging that hand backwards. Xavier’s eye went wide as he immediately brought his other hand up to strike at Lara, but she had already stepped into him, one breast pressing into his shoulder. He didn’t even see her leg snaking around behind him until Lara had hooked his legs out from under him, shifted her hip up against the small of his back, and judo threw him onto the bathmat.
By the time he was able to process what had happened, Lara had straddled his chest, having still kept hold of his crippled hand, pinned his other arm under one knee, and pressed her free hand around his neck.
There was death in her eyes.
In an instant, all of the bravado Xavier had shown, all of his smugness and dominance, left him. In that moment, he was once again the bloodied and defeated wreck from four years ago, the way Lara had left him in a fisticuff that had lasted just about the same amount of time as now.
“Pl….please….don’t...” he coughed, not even bothering to try to muscle his way out from under Lara or threaten her with any one of the myriad of potential consequences should she kill him.
“Now I want you to listen very carefully,” Lara said, bringing her lips close to Xavier’s ear without losing her physical dominance. She grinned as he struggled to nod as fervently as he could, wincing as urine dripped from Lara’s locks of hair.and onto his face.
“You want to fuck around? Let’s fuck!” Lara said through gritted teeth, spitting out each use of the word “fuck”.
“For the next two weeks, I’m going to fuck you, you’re going to fuck me, and we’re going to fuck like a pair of rabbits. And that’s it. That is the only fucking that is going to happen. I don’t know what Fernando said by your men being gathered, I don’t care. From now, we are going to fuck on my own terms, comprende?” She tightened her hold on his neck for effect, and received an immediate nod.
“Now, I’m going to ask you some very reasonable questions, and you are going to give me some very honest answers. If I so much as smell bullshit…” her hand squeezed hard enough that he could no longer speak, only nod an affirmative.
Meanwhile, the partial asphyxiation, combined with the onrush of adrenaline and fear, had actually pumped Xavier to a full on erection, which Lara could feel brushing unmistakably up against her ankle which was braced against his mid torso.
Disgusted, Lara nevertheless pressed on with her interrogation.
“Did you plan on having your men rape me?”
Xavier tilted his head side to side, signaling the fact that he had been considering it.
“Did you plan on tying me up and fucking me in front of them?”
A pause, then a slow nod.
“You want them to see the marks you left on me.” A statement.
A nod.
“First rule, no one is going to be raping me. You and I are going to fuck, but that’s as far as it goes. Yes?”
Xavier couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Here he was, completely dominated by Lara, and it wasn’t going to end in his violent death. He nodded vigorously, and breathed in relief when Lara slightly loosened her stranglehold.
“Second, no fucking in public. Outside, you are welcome to insinuate that we are fucking in private, but you are going to act like a respectable human being and respect my dignity. In return, I will act like I actually respect you and care for your company, Yes?”
Another nod.
“Third rule, from now on, I get to decide what I wear, at all times, public or private. You are only welcome to make suggestions. Yes?”
A slight hesitation, and Lara could almost see the death of countless deviant fantasies in his eye, but he quickly nodded, covering up his disappointment.
“I am going to leave this discussion open to further change in case I have forgotten anything, do you have a problem with that?”
Like a three year old, Xavier shook his head, then gagged as Lara retightened her grip on his windpipe.
“Okay, the third rule starts now. I’m going to let go of your hand, and you are going to undo these damned chains, and you better be gentle.”
Cautiously, Lara shifted her grip on Xavier’s tri-fingered hand, freeing his digits while retaining control of his wrist, and moved his hand over to one nipple, where, after some fumbling, Xavier unfastened the chain from the barbell. Their joint hands then repeated the process with her other nipple, and finally, went downwards to finish the job with the one attached to her clitoris. All three chains were cast to one side, and only then did Lara fully relinquish her choke.
“Now, I’m going to do something about your prick. Do not move, or I swear to god you will never have another erection, ever.” Shifting her weight off of Xavier and releasing his other arm from under her knee, Lara nimbly scooted her entire body backwards, until she was hovering right above Xavier’s fear induced hard-on. Taking a firm hold of it with one hand, Lara pursed her lips around the bulging head, and slowly bobbed downward, ignoring the taste of piss and precum as her tongue swirling around the rod as she sheathed it to the hilt.
“Oooooh…” Xavier groaned in pleasure, and his body seemed to swell with elation, which added another centimeter to his girth and length, neither of which was a challenge for Lara, who now started gyrating and weaving her head from side to side around his cock in a way not unlike a cobra.
Xavier’s eye started to roll into its socket as he laid there, obeying Lara’s instruction to stay still. Suddenly, pain lanced across his abdomen as Lara brought one free hand down to slap him across his stomach with the kind of whipping force that left a blooming pink imprint.
“Qué?!” he began, alarmed, his arms drifting inward towards Lara’s head in a defensive gesture. Lara immediately halted her fellatio, while her grip on his cock tightened to just below the threshold of pain.
“What did I just fucking say? Hands above your head.” she batted both of Xavier’s hands away, and when he had them over his head as commanded, she slapped his belly again, watching to see if he made any further moves.
He didn’t.
“Good boy.”
For ten full minutes, Xavier was besieged by the combination of cold from being out of the Jacuzzi, the random stinging blows across his torso and his thighs, and, most of which, the surgically measured fellatio. Even the smell of his own urine emanating from Lara’s entire body failed to detract from this. By the end, he was equal parts moaning, grunting, whimpering, and swearing in Spanish as Lara danced with the brink of final release.
He didn’t even care that when he finally came, it wasn’t the sort of triumphant surge of masculinity of pumping his seed straight down this puta’s throat or drenching her face and tetas with his mark. When Lara finally allowed him to climax, she did so in the most dismissive way possible. In the middle of vibrating her throat around him, she abruptly stopped, got to her feet, and jestingly flicking his cock off to one side with her toes.
The pain both sent Xavier rolling onto one side as well as tipped him over the edge. As Lara stepped around him and towards the Jacuzzi, he arched his back, twitching and thrashing left and right as if seized in the throes of death, peppering the area around him with his cum.
By the time Xavier started to come out of his stupor, Lara had already finished rinsing the piss from her hair, spat out the brandy used as mouth wash, and taken up his former spot in the Jacuzzi, her head lolled back lazily, completely ignoring his existence on the tiled floor.
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I'll update the forum comments/suggestions thread as well. Lots of ideas cumming in, and not just horny thoughts, but actually ideas for FMC
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