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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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Skipping ahead a tinnnny bit, glossing over the actual excavation, which I and still working on but will return to. This latest inspiration was too juicy to let sit.
What follows is going to be three rapidly written chapters that I hope will be posted before the morning. These next two chapters occur at the same time, from two different character’s perspective. Then, the third chapter will complete this mini interlude, and then I’ll reveal what all the fuss about the excavation was about (it is, after all, a plot-related necessity). Lara is going to get to get some shit done (although it will have long lasting effects later down the road)
Currently, I’m projecting 5-6 chapters (2-3 or after these three chapters) that will round out the Peru arc, allowing me to move on to the next destination, of which I am currently deciding on (‘ll post my ideas in the discussion thread.)
Chapter 34: Xavier’s Grudge: Lara Croft
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Four days after her arrival in Peru…
Lara paced the inside of the motorhome, an ominous feeling eating at her.
“Who’s Mark,” Xavier had said, shortly after both of them were back inside the hot tub.
Lara couldn’t believe that, in the bliss of her self induced illusion, she accidentally blurted out her true object of affection.
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” she had played it cooly, brushing asides the inquiry with a joking tone, and at the time, seemingly spent of all energy, Xavier hadn’t pressed any further. In fact, he had loaned Lara a set of his camo fatigues to wear, and the two of them had exited his bedroom and made their way to the courtyard where he magnanimously told his men that all was well between him and Lady Croft, that they have reconciled their differences. Then he had summoned Gordo and Fernando to whisk Lara off to the dig site in the motorhome, where an agitated Hanson fumed at Lara’s lackadaisical treatment of such an important excavation.
The dig would persist until near sundown, then Lara was back in the motorhome, being cleaned head to toe to nether regions as she was transported to Xavier’s abode.
She would step out of the suitcase whilst still inside the motorhome, well oiled and stark naked, and put on whatever set of lingerie or transparent undergarment had been laid out for her, followed by an elegant evening gown and heels.
Fernando and two guards would be waiting by the motorhome door, and would escort Lara into Xavier’s villa on foot.
Each night, a dinner party that had started a little for Lara arrived would be paused long enough for Xavier to introduce her as his guest of honor, to a thrawn of party guests that changed every night.
Lara would smile, nod, and exchange pleasantries in either English or Spanish, eventually sitting down next to Xavier at the dinner table. Throughout dinner, she would maintain enough small talk to appear fond of Xavier, and he would only occasionally wrap his hands around her waist for a light hug.
It was all too… refrained… and mundane.
The dinner party would go until eleven or so, when Xavier would discreetly signal for Lara to excuse herself from the table, citing “work tomorrow”, leaving through the entrance, where she was then secreted back around a side passageway by Fernando to away Xavier in his bedroom.
All three nights, Xavier would show up shortly, having dispersed the party and ready for their late night rendezvous.
She would start by helping him into a bathrobe. He would sit down in bed, and she would free his erection from under the robe to service it orally, preparing it for whatever Xavier wanted to do next.
All three nights, Xavier would settle for a cowgirl pussy fuck, followed by a fellatio/titty fucking interlude, leading into a doggy style pussy fuck. He’d come two or three times, depending on how much alcohol he had imbibed, then fall asleep a top Lara, his cock usually still inside her.
Each morning, like clockwork, Lara was awoken by Xavier, and would fuck him in bed, her hands on the headboard and her tits dangling over him to suckle.
He seemed to have taken a liking to Lara’s milk, and would, while she fucked him, take two empty glasses from next to the bed, fill both halfways with her milk, then the rest of the way with brandy. They would pause long enough to touch glasses and down the drinks, before resuming fucking if he hadn’t cum yet.
Then it was to the jacuzzi, where they plied each other with Peruvian/Croft Brandy Milk-punch, as well as pieces of chilled fruit. Lara was allowed to abstain from the alcohol once she started to get tipsy, but eventually, they would end up fucking again, with him working her vagina over with mouth and fingers until she came once, then fucking her at the edge of the tub like they did in Lara’s first morning there. The only difference now is Lara would continued to squeeze milk from her tits into a never ending supply of brandy punches that Xavier never seemed to tire of.
Then, it was clean up, dress up, and back to the dig site.
She hated every minute of it, but had to admit inwardly that she had somehow expected much, much worse.
The suitcase opened up, signalling to her to get in. Stipping out of her work clothes, Lara lowered herself into its embrace.
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When Lara stepped out of the suitcase at roughly 7pm, she found herself in a small, darkened room, empty save for a single mattress on the ground.
The room had no windows, only a door, although one of the walls looked like it could be a full video screen. Lara had seen one just like it during her stay in the prison.
“State your name, please” said a voice, which Lara recognized to be Amelia 2.0’s. Even after spending every day in the suitcase listening her, Lara still couldn’t stomach the similarity to her late mother.
“What do you mean? You know who I am.” She said, annoyed.
Suddenly, the o-device, which had remained inactive for the prior four days, flared to life, driving Lara to the floor, writhing in unwanted pleasure. She couldn’t even roll herself off of the cold concrete floor and onto the mattress for comfort.
When the o-device finally deactivated, a puddle of Lara’s love juives had form on the ground under her nether regions.
<“State your name, please.”> Amelia repeated.
“Lara Croft. Why am I here?”
<“Did you, Lara Croft, attend the University College of London?>
“Yes?”
<“And did you, in your senior year, engage in a night of coitus with a rugby player by the name of Mark Tremaine?”>
“Who is Mark?” Xavier’s voice surfaced in the back of Lara’s mind.
“Yes. OH! Oh, for god’s sake, did Xavier put you up to this? Bloody hell, that little runt can sure hold a grudgAHHHHHHHHH!!!!”
She was more prepared for the o-device now, and landed herself on the mattress as she rode out wave after wave of synthetic pleasure.
The wall, that she had suspected to be a screen, lit up, and from where she sat on the mattress, Lara saw a hooded male, slumped over and bound to a chair in a room similar to the one she was in.
“What...is that him? What the hell is going on herAAAAAAAAH!” She began, then was cut off by the o-device.
<“Quiet, dear. Wait until the situation has been explained.”> Amelia began.
The door to the room opened, and Fernando entered, accompanied by two girls.
Fernando was only wearing boxer briefs, which did nothing to hide his tenting erection. The two girls were clad entirely in black leather, their faces hidden accept for mouth, nose and eye holes, with their pubic area and her breasts completely sticking out through the outfit. Then she saw that both girls held in their hands large, black dildos mounted on a base plate, which they wasted no time in strapping to their pelvis.
“What… no wait what is thNNNNNNNNGH” the damned o-device was now turned on, but only halfways so as to rob Lara of her ability to resist, as Fernando and the two girls pounced on her.
“Yo, puta, don’t enjoy this too much, listen to your madre while she tells you what’s up with rugby boy over there.” Fernando said, as he grabbed her by the back of her head, proceeding to force his length into her mouth. One of the girls had already lithely slithered down under Lara, having coerce her onto all fours with the other girl. Two sets of dainty but forceful hands grabbed at Lara’s hips and forced her crotch straight down onto the girl below her's eight inch strap on, which slid in harshly.
The second girl completed the gang rape trifecta by bending down, spreading Lara’s buttcheeks wide enough to spit right on her sphincter, then rising up to position and bury her own phallus into Lara’s ass in one thrust.
With the o-device at half mast, the triple penetration alone was enough to drive Lara to climax.
Then the dildo’s started to vibrate.
<”Senor Salvatorelli informed us that three days ago, in your first day of service to him, not only did you openly defy his orders with physical violence, but during your final session of coitus with him, you uttered the name of this gentleman, thereby demonstrating how little dedication you were giving to Senor Salvatorelli.”>
“Mmmmmmrph!” Lara tried to mumble some response from around Fernando’s cock, but the humming only made him start deepthroating her in earnest, his gyrating crotch rubbing his swampy growth of pubes against her nose. Lara nearly sneezed, but instead orgasmed.
<”Senor Salvatorelli informed us of this new transgression against him, and as a result, we tracked down and brought Mr. Tremaine here as a special guest.”> the fake Amelia continued, seemingly uncaring as to whether Lara was listening.
<”Now, as we speak, Mr. Tremaine will be awakening in his own cell, to be interrogated. Of course, our information is already complete, so the interrogation is really just a formality.”>
Mark...what do you plan to do with him? Teach me a lesson by killing him? Lara thought, briefly lucid, before another orgasm rocked her body.
<”Naturally, Senor Salvatorelli’s initial instincts were to have this interloper of your thoughts terminated with immediate prejudice. However, we have decided that you be informed first of Mr. Tremaine's predicament.”>
Why? Lara thought, unable to speak around the cock.
<”Mr. Fernando, would you kindly unplug Lara dear’s mouth so I may converse with her? You may of course make use of her breasts to continue pleasuring yourself.”> Lara cringed at the voice of her mother offering these lewd suggestions to her face rapist, but found herself arching her back, bending her torso upwards to expose her milky tits to Fernando’s glistening member, all lubricated with her own spittle.
<”Senor Salvatorelli wants to know, why did you think of Mark? Was he special to you?”>
“No… nnnnngh… I had a thing for rugby players, and he was a nice boy… we only slept together once” Lara said.
<”Did you know that he didn’t actually have a rugby scholarship? He actually comes from quite the old family.”>
“What? No, I didn’t know, but what does it.. hmmmmmmf... matter?”
<”Did you know that Mr. Tremaine has, on multiple occasions, bragged to his fellow peers that his first time was with you, the famous Lara Croft?”>
Lara could see what was being done. They were trying to destroy her fond memory of that one tryst with Mark. Yet, it still hurt thinking that the shy boy from her memories had thrown her name, and reputation, around as bragging rights. She had always feared this of any man she was romantically involved with, which was partially the reason why Lara had never dated in college, and in fact hadn’t had many real long lasting relationships period.
Fernando’s dick was becoming coated with bits of Lara’s milk, which he let spatter into his palms before rubbing them all over her chest. Meanwhile, both of the leather clad girls had managed to sit onto the mattress, their legs interlocking so that their strap ons remained in perfect position for Lara to bounce up and down on. The one fucking her pussy had her head tucked up against where Fernando was titty fucking Lara, and would suckle the tit closest to her whenever she had the room to do so. The hand’s of both girls guided Lara’s every motion so she could rape herself more thoroughly against all three of them.
A scream that wasn’t her own sounded, and Lara looked over to see Mark quivering violently in his chair, and recognized the signs of electroshock torture. She herself was all too familiar with the practice.
Gritting her teeth and riding out the latest climax, Lara watched as Mark unceremoniously wet himself. She felt a pang of sympathy for him. Whatever his purported big talk behind her back, Mark’s only crime was having spent one night in Lara’s company, and since both of them coming away with a satisfied experience, that wasn’t even a real crime to begin with.
“Listen, just kill him and get it over with.” She said, resigned to the fact that if Mark was already here, her pleading for his life probably wouldn’t do anything for him, and may even cause him prolonged suffering.
<”Oh, Lara my dear, what a ruthless soundbite that would make.”> fake Amelia said.
“Ughnnn, just.... do what you will….”
<”You want us to kill him?”> fake Amelia said.
“I don’t want anything for him, but seeing as you are just going to keep torturing him because that runty fuck has a bone to pick with me AGHHHHHHHHHHH”
The o-device was running at near full tilt now, keeping Lara constantly edging towards the next orgasm while allowing her enough slack to retain her voice.
<”You’re going to have to make up your mind, Lara dear.”>
“Just kill him.” Lara said, hating herself as she condemned the innocent man before her to death. She could see him reeling from what appeared to be another electroshock.
<”Please be more clear, whom do you want to kill?”>
“Oh for god’s sake, I want to you kill Mark Tremaine...Ugh...nnnnngh… you happy now?”
<”I am merely clarifying.”>
“Fine. Now would you please just kill him already? Stop torturing the poor guy. Unnnngh, unnnngh, UNNNNNGH!” Lara said, choosing to lose herself in the next few orgasms so as to not think about what she was saying.
<”Very good. Now, unfortunately, I have been tasked with continuing this session of clarification, for future reference. I will now make a series of statements as if I were you. If you agree with this statements, you are to repeat them, verbatim, after me. Understand, Lara dear?”> The o-device dialed down to rob Lara of her blissful forgetfulness.
<”My name is Lara Croft, and I’m here to work off a substantial amount of accumulated debts in the service of my creditors.”>
“Really? Ugh...fine… My name is Lara Croft, and I’m here to work off my accumulated debts in the service of my creditors. Ooooooohwaaaaaaah”
another orgasm later...
<”To my creditors, I am making all of my services, be it professional, personal, or physical, available for your perusement and use.”>
“...To my creditors: I am making all of my services, be it professional, personal, or...physical, available for your perusement and use.”
and another one...
<”I am able and willing to experiment with virtually all kinds of sexual activity. I’ve participated in gang bangs, extreme bondage, and have let myself be raped by many men and women.”>
Lara’s voice quavered a bit as she repeated this line, and for some reason, that was reason for fake Amelia to make her repeat it, once more, with a neutral voice. It wasn’t easy, as before the repetition, Lara was punished with two spine curling orgasms that left her near paralyzed, relying on her three rapists to support her weight.
“I am able...and willing to experiment with virtually all kinds of sexual activity. I’ve participated in gang bangs, extreme bondage, and have let myself be raped by many men and women.”
<”In fact, I often cum the hardest when being raped.”>
Really? Lara thought, this was turning into the most nonsensical of “clarifications.”
<”I can’t afford for anyone to find out about my secrets, and until I work off my debts, I’m counting on my creditors to keep those secrets for me.”>
That was the last line, and, being surprisingly blunt but truthful, Lara was able to repeat quite naturally. About this time, the girl plugging her anus pushed her off of the dildo. Lara found herself being bent back forward, still penetrated by the girl below. Fernando quickly took the place of the anal girl, pressing his precum and milk coated cock into the Lara’s now vacant rectum. Not long afterwards, she felt him blow his warm load into her rear,
<”Very good, now, in return for your cooperation, Everest Inc is ready to spare Mr. Tremaine from his death sentence.”>

“What? Really?!” Lara said, momentarily glad that she wasn’t going to have to live with verbally sentencing Mark to die.
“Wait….then what the fuck was all of that clarification crap forAAAAAAAGGHHHHHH.”
<”Please refrain from the use of profanity, Lara dear. Now, Senor Salvatorelli only has one request if he is to withdraw Mr. Tremaine’s death sentence.”>
“What is it?”
The door opened, and, standing there, was Vasily, blindfolded, and led by the girl who had been raping Lara’s ass. Her mask had been taken off, and she was in the process of pulling a starched white shirt over herself. It was Kitty.
<”Mistress Kitty is going to be interrogating Mr. Tremaine in the next room. Until she is done interrogating him and they leave that room, you are not to stop fucking Ivan.
If you stop fucking Ivan, Mr. Tremaine dies.
If you fail to bring Ivan to orgasm five times before the end, Mr. Tremaine dies.
If you fail to bring yourself to orgasm twenty times before the end, Mr. Tremaine dies.
If you say anything, Mr. Tremaine dies.
For your benefit, the o-device has been set to variable mode, such that it will only amplify your own efforts toward arousal. I hope this aids you in achieving 20 orgasms in a timely fashion, Lara dear.”>
While the instructions were being given, Fernando, Kitty, and the second masked girl exitted the room, closing the door behind them and leaving Lara alone with Vasily.
Walking over to the blindfolded giant, who stood, motionless, in the corner, Lara gently tapped him on the shoulder.
Vasily wasn’t wearing anything save for the blindfold. The collar he had worn the last time Lara saw him, the one that drove him to a lustful rage, was missing.
In fact, he definitely recognized Lara, and after bending down to take a deep whiff of her scent, swept her up in his arms in a bear hug.
“Hokay big boy, good to see you too…” Lara said laconically, knowing Vasily couldn’t hear her. She took him by the hand, and carefully led him, step by step, down onto the mattress.
On the screen, Kitty had just entered Mark’s cell, and was starting to encircle him. The sound had been turned down, so Lara couldn’t make out what she was saying. Instead, she focused on the task at hand.
Vasily’s cock was already stiff and at the ready, all nine inches of its thickly veined girth. Salvatorelli probably thought fucking this monstrous cock would be a fitting punishment for Lara.
Jokes on him, she thought. Even if his dick was painfully large, Lara would rather spend thirty orgasmless minutes dry fucking it than spend one minute cumming for Xavier.
Welp, time to do some hard fucking and save some clueless chap....
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Stay tuned for the next chapter, this time, from Mark Tremaine's POV.
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