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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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Picking up where we left off....
Chapter 33: Assignment One: Take Charge Pt2 ..... (chapter naming conventions are getting a little convoluted aren't they...)
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What little bit of twisted authority that he had gained through brutalizing Lara that morning, Xavier quickly lost. Any notion that he was anything more than a sad sack of ego, vanity, and surface deep bravado was dispelled within seconds of Lara’s subduing him in his bathroom.
Unfortunately, he proved just as quick to rebound.
As he laid on the wet tiles, cold except for Lara’s warm mouth wrapped around his cock, Xavier had more than enough time to warp what had just happened into yet another ego trip.
She could have killed, me, this crazy puta, and what is she doing now? That’s right, she’s eating my polla like a good little perra. ¡ay, you crazy puta, por dios! What a mouth.
He had won. Yes, Xavier had spent days fantasizing how he would demonstrate to his men, and to his allies, that he had the famous Condesa Croft at his personal beck and call.
What to do next, he thought.
Between the fright of being thrown onto the ground and mounted by Lara and the exquisite head she was giving him, Xavier nearly forgot what he had originally planned for their morning.
Originally, once they had bathed and fucked some more, Xavier had planned to lead a chained and almost naked Lara out into the courtyard of his compound, where the men had been gathered. These were all of the men who had witnessed Lara’s daring escape years earlier, who had saw her ravage and beat down Xavier in the span of two seconds, before shooting her way out of his pursuing guards.
Xavier had planned on a public humiliation, where he would, at his leisure, whip, spank, slap, kick, and piss all over Lara. He would then, if he felt that he had a hard enough erection, rape her in front of all of his men. Then, if he felt generous enough, he would order every one of his men to rape her, whether they wanted to or not.
Then, depending on his mood, Xavier might execute two or three of his men, the ones whom he felt had failed in their duties four years ago to stop Lara from mutilating him. Perhaps he would even shoot them in their head as they were cumming into one of Lara’s holes. That would have made for a good example to the rest of his men not to fail him again.
Following that, Lara would be led through the rest of the village to further his vindication and her humiliation. This part Xavier had some apprehensions about, as it toed the line with revealing the puta’s true status to the rest of the world. Then again, the village was completely under his control, and was thoroughly kept with a bare minimum of technology, with all “luxury” utilities such as running water and electricity being controlled by Xavier’s men. Knowledge of the outside world was similarly close to non-existent, except for the constant reminders that Xavier was responsible for protecting the village from the dangers of the foreigners.
Perhaps the public shaming of the village can even be spun as a triumph over a caucásico bruja
who threatened it with sedition and witchcraft.
All of that seemed so pointless to him now.
The snobby Contesa as good as told him that she’s going to play the perfect esposa. Judging by the blowjob just now, the sex was going to be even more amazing than when it was just him raping her unwilling body.
And the respect. Oh that was the best part. Xavier had planned on inviting his political allies to his Villa for a grand get together, after he had broken and subjugated Lara, so they could also see that even a famed and renowned English puta is no match for his “charms”. Now, he doesn’t have to worry that she might let slip that their “relationship” wasn’t based off of any kind of mutual accord. From the sounds of it, she’s even willing to ham it up for his reputation.
Things couldn’t be going better.
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Xavier seemed awfully chipper to Lara as he slunk into the jacuzzi, letting out an exaggerated sigh as he settled in to her right. He slid one hand around her waist beneath the hot water, the other venturing up her abs to cup her right breast.
“Stop it, can’t you let a girl relax?” Lara said, injecting a bit of unfelt coyness into her voice.
Still flushed from her audacious rebellion, she tried to writhe out of his embrace, but Xavier tightened his hold on her slender waist, his tri-digit hand dipping between her thighs.
“But we are not in public, are we, senorita?” he slyly asked, fondling Lara’s right breast with his good hand, snagging the nipple with surprisingly gentle fingers. His three fingered paw pressed firmly against her crotch underwater, two remaining fingers sliding up into her, curling up against her g-spot, and massaging it fervently.
A year ago, the touch of a man to whom she held in such a low regard would’ve elicited nothing but disgust and zero pleasure.
That was before months of having her body be forcibly conditioned into receiving and giving pleasure.
As Gordo recently put it in one of his more crass but effective insults, Lara’s pussy was like a doorbell. Anyone could ring it. It didn’t matter who or what was diddling her sex bits. The slightest hint of erotic provocation had it would wetting itself, a ingrained coping mechanism for impending violation.
“Where are your jewelry?” Xavier suddenly asked, his fingers finding Lara’s clitorus, which had responded to the proximal stimulation by swelling and stiffening.
“I… ungh… don’t wear them in hot water.” Lara answered. A partial lie. She prefered not wearing the piercings when bathing, although often times she wasn’t given the choice.
Xavier didn’t press the point, currently satisfied with the reaction he was getting from Lara’s body. He could feel her groin swell with blood flow, pulsing into his hand, her chest rising and falling shallowly with quickened breaths. He switched his hand over to the far left breast. One exploratory squeeze, and the breast, engorged with milk unspent from the morning, sent its contents towards the only exit, a white spray erupting from the Lara’s dark red nip.
Savoring the look of horror and defeat on Lara’s face, Xavier leaned in and wrapping his mouth around the currently freed right nipple, letting out an amused gust of air against its supple surface when Lara reflexively held her breath, recent history having her expecting and fearing the use of teeth. This time, however, Xavier didn’t bite, instead suckling deeply. He could actually feel the flushing movement of liquid with his lips around Lara’s areolas, as milk flooded into his mouth.
It was sweet, almost sugary, and Xavier immediately stopped squeezing Lara’s other tit, thinking better of wasting such an opportunity. Although Gordo had briefed him regarding Lara’s medically induced lactation, Xavier hadn’t paid much thought to it. His drinking Lara’s milk was an act to humiliate her. Who knew he would actually like the taste!
Lara, once again, had closed her eyes and lolled her head back as she tuned out the molestation. She couldn’t help becoming aroused, but without the o-device, keeping herself from cumming was well within her control.
She didn’t resist when Xavier pulled her in for another kiss, but reopened her eyes in surprise when he deposited a mouthful of her own breast milk into her own. He actually stood up partially so he could bear down on her, letting gravity draw the saliva infused milk down into her mouth.
“Hmmmph!” She protested, but ultimately swallowed the milk, as Xavier wouldn’t break the kiss until she did so. All things considered, her own milk wasn’t the most foul thing that she has tasted in recent memory. It was the idea that bothered her more.
She looked down, frowning when she saw that her now excited tits were dribbling milk out without any further stimulation. Wanting to take attention away from them, Lara decided to take the initiative, and regain some dominance.
Overpowering his efforts to keep her from moving, Lara stood up, wading to the other side of the jacuzzi, and sat herself down on the edge, her feet propped on the submerged seating tier and leaning back against the wall. Looking at Xavier, who had a questioning look on his face, Lara forced a coquettish smile, and beckoned with one hand, opening her thighs to expose her reddened pussy. He immediately bounded over, like an excited puppy, the sight of her fully exposed and glistening body goading blood back into his tired prick.
Lara waited until he had sidled up to her, pushed her thighs even further apart, and was about to work a new erection into his dick with one hand. Then, she reached forward, grabbed him by his neck, and brought his head downwards onto her lips.
What she really wanted to do was snap his neck the moment her hand closed around its back, and for a moment Lara almost let that impulse follow through, but thought better, and settled for the compromise of mashing Xavier’s mouth into her pussy. All the meanwhile, she did her best to think of anything other than the fact that it was this little Peruvian miscreant who was eating her out.
She eventually found a way to fool herself into some plausible semblance of shameless enjoyment.
If she closed her eyes, Lara could almost imagine that the unskilled tongue lathering her belonged to the shy and clumsy sophomore that she had a brief fling with back in college.
What was his name. Mark? Matt? He was two years her junior, surprisingly bereft of experience for a well built and handsome kid with a rugby scholarship. She was his first, while he was… not her first.
Not that there had been that many before him. Only two or three, Lara struggled to remember. Keeping count of the men in her life had recently become rather imprecise.
In any case, she had a little more experience with what she wanted.
“Hmmmph… slow that tongue down. Deeper, you’re not waxing a car.” Lara crooned, trying to further the illusion for herself. It helped that the hair between her fingers happened to have similarly short curly wavy consistency. The tongue between her legs strived to follow her instruction.
“Unnnngh yes, now… pull out and tickle the bud you see… you see it, right? Ahnnnnn, Ahnnnn, hmmmmmph yes now just dance around that a little more, then back to the deep parts…. Ooooooh.”
She was hamming it up a little. The boy was shy, and even if she only felt slightly aroused it would pay dividends later if she put some confidence into him.
Sure enough, one of Mark/Matt’s arms was now wrapping around the underside of one of her thighs, hugging the thigh as an anchor as she arched her back slightly, bucking into his face, with a little exaggeration to imitate something from a porno, which she assumed was his only learning material up until this moment.
“Hmm, use two fingers to trace the edge of my slit…. harder…. unnngh yes now back to the bud while you do that…. Ooooooooh!” She bucked again, this time not acting, as the sophomore had indeed drew a strong reaction out of her.
“Oooooh, you like that, don’t you….” he said, his voice bathing her crotch in its hot breath, sounding oddly Spanish and not at all with the Cornish inflections she had taken a liking to.
"Stop talking… you can put two fingers in now...slowly, watch the nails…” Lara said, barely saving the scene in her head. Not wanting to do his job for him, she resisted reaching down to rub herself, instead grabbing her own tits, massaging and squeezing them, pleasure flooding through each tit and concentrating into her nips. She was now gyrating her full body against his mouth.
“Now give me some deep upward strokes. Let the tongue flick off of the bud at the end… AHHHHH! Yes, do it againnnAAAA now give me three fingers HWOOOO a little fastahhhhhhhh no don’t use four Unnnnngh too fastAHHHHHH AHHHHHH...slow... SLOW DOWNAHHHHHHHHHH!”
She came, hard, her entire body recoiling and curling everything inward towards her exploding crotch.
Mark, that was his name. Lara remembered this even as it juxtaposed with the memory that the boy had been very obedient and it wasn’t until much later that she let him bring her to a climax.
Nonetheless, the memory of an orgasm that she had actually asked for left Lara gasping breathlessly, her entire body floating on a cloud of consensuality.
Through the euphoric haze, she felt Mark siddle up to position himself between her legs, and lazily reached down with two fingers to spread her own dripping lips open for him.
She dared not open her eyes, as the initial thrust sent her back into that plateau of pleasure of blissful unawareness. For that moment, she wasn’t Lara Croft, heir to the Abbingdon estate. No uncertainty with what to do next year when she graduated. No thoughts of conforming to her social strata. No fear of somehow besmirching her family name with this little harmless act of intimacy.
“Oohhhhhhh harder…. Oh my god! HarderOhhhhhh I’m cumming again! Oh god...oh god don’t stop!” She told Mark, who she was now counting on to keep her uplifted in this bliss for as long as he could. She remembered having blown him once already to mitigate the possibility that he would finish before she was fully satiated. The voluminous strands of cum from his first load still peppered her collarbone and upper chest, and now was staining his own as she hugged his body tightly to her own, their chests rubbing together pleasurably.
Her legs braced against his back to help him hammer into her, probably bruising herself with the added force. She had already planned on staying in her dorm room all of next day to avoid walking around campus bow legged.
Never mind that Mark’s body seemed a lot smaller than 85 kilos of pure muscle and toned abs. As long as her eyes were closed, he felt just as good as she remembered.
Again and again she fluttered upward from the happy plateau, crested another peak, dropped down just enough to relax her body in order to receive the next set of eagerly awaited contractions.
Then, she heard Xavier roar, felt him fully sheath himself within her,then felt the warmth flooded into her. That sensation signaled Lara’s body to react with one last explosion.
An explosion that flooded her with disappointment, as it came with a stark moment of lucidity.
Lara gingerly pressured Xavier into withdrawing from between her legs, and slunk back into the jacuzzi, cowering so as to completely submerge her upper body beneath the foams, and hugged her knees to her chest.
She kept her eyes closed, and, in a futile effort, tried to imagine that the warm body that fell into place next to her belonged to Mark, who was now smiling, ear to ear, with a grin of inflated ego and victorious pride.
A few seconds of wishful silence.
“So… what should we do next, senorita?”
Lara sighed, denied the moment to herself. She opened her eyes, staring straight ahead in defeat.
“You ruined it.” She said blandly.
“Qué?”
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I’m already working on what actually happens after Lara gets to leave that bath. This scene started out a lot shorter, but ballooned out of control, so I had to reorganize some blocks of text into the next chapter, which will be farm more plot oriented, I promise.
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