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Two things
1. I’m going to try to remake “The Fifth’s Long Week”, a Naruto AFF piece by the venerable wierdmeijin, who unfortunately deleted the piece a few years back along with some other excellent pieces that I wouldn’t mind remaking if I had more time and energy. Here’s the forum link to the thread I’ve started for that: http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/index.php/topic/60190-wierdmeijins-the-fifths-long-week-searchremake/
2. Going to do Dig 1, 2, 3. Then, Mark/Lara, Then, Peru Finale. Then, new locale shift.
Here’s the second part to Hanson’s dig.
Chapter 38: Hanson’s Dig Part 2
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Once again, the tart was late to the dig. This time, however, Hanson was far more filled with apprehension rather than anger.
The fear that Lara might eventually regain her memory of what transpired in the temple the day before dogged him all morning. He spent most of it second guessing whether Lara’s tardiness today had anything to do with her memories returning sometime during the night.
It didn’t help that the six workers whom had lost their memories, once they revisited the now completely opened left antechamber, gradually remembered what had happened.
Two of them remembered a strange bluish light just before they were seized with an abnormal amount of fear which drove them from the room.
One even remembered seeing a pair of piercing electric blue eyes.
The remaining three had some random fragments, but generally speaking, seemed to recall at least their physical movements in the antechamber from the previous day.
Hanson wondered how Lara would react if she regained her memories the next time she entered one of the chambers.
Everyone from the dig knew she had suffered the same memory loss, while Hanson didn’t. How would it look if it came into knowledge that the two of them ended up fucking like rabbits for what seemed like hours inside the antechamber (Hanson couldn’t tell anyone about his puzzlement that only thirty minutes had passed outside)
What if the little hussy accused him of raping her inside the chamber? With her memory loss, the others might actually believe that he had taken advantaged of her while she was mentally debilitated.
Hanson had managed to convince his assistants that it was his thorough deciphering of a hidden code in the wall’s writings that eventually caused the left antechamber to transform into its current opened state. When they asked him to show them, he claimed the relevant hieroglyphs had been destroyed when the stones were moving, and that his own memories were a little bit fuzzy.
He made sure to tell them that Lara wasn’t of much help, fainting shortly after the two of them entered the antechamber.
When Lara finally showed up to camp, this time a little bit earlier than the day before and in time for lunch, Hanson was relieved to see that she looked to be in good spirits, greeting him as if nothing between them has happened before.
Thinking fast on his feet, Hanson immediately pulled Lara aside.
“Lara, do you remember what happened in the left antechamber yesterday?”
Lara looked at him, and a look of distractedness overcame her face.
“Honestly, Dr.” she said after furrowing her brows for a few seconds, as if trying to remember, “I was a little preoccupied with other things yesterday, and I’m really sorry, but you might have to fill me in on the details before we head back to the dig.
Instantly relieved, Hanson had the a genius idea.
“Listen,” he said to Lara in a hushed voice, pulling her close to him. “You heard about the six workers who passed out in the chambers before you arrived, right?”
“Yes?” Lara said, a questioning look on her face.
“I’m going to be brutally honest here, Lara. Shortly after you and I went into the first antechamber, you also collapsed, and didn’t wake up until after I had gotten the chamber open.”
“Oh. Oh my.... I’m so sorry, Doctor. I haven’t been sleeping well recently, I must’ve dozed off.” Lara said, looking somewhat more troubled than she should have given the fact that she didn’t remember any of the sex.
This was going well.
“Listen Lara. I know you'd want to be one of the first to go into the second and third antechambers today, and since the rest of the workers are still afraid to do so, I’m inclined to let you, but you can understand if there’s been some general discussion as to whether you should be allowed back into the temple after yesterday.”
“Please, Dr. I’ve come all this way for this dig. I can’t just sit this one out because I felt a little under the weather. I promise I’ll be extra careful and alert today.” She said, actually sounding like she was desperate for the chance to go into the temple.
Looking around them in an exaggerated manner, as if to make sure no one was within ear shot, Hanson brought his mouth right next to Lara’s ear.
“Very well. Listen Lara, we’re going to have to convince the others that you are feeling much better today, so I’m going to play the devil's advocate, and loudly say I’d prefer if you stayed behind to help categorize and inventory the artefacts from the opened left antechamber. Then you’ll say you’d much rather accompany me into the right antechamber to see if you can open its hallways up the way I did yesterday.
“Thank you so much, Dr. By the way, how did you manage to get the left antechamber open?”
“It’s easier to show you rather than tell you. I’ll fill you in once we’re in the actual chamber. Now, you know what to do, right?” Hanson whispered into her ear, his breath moistening her earlobe.
Raising his voice so all the relevant witnesses could hear him, Hanson very deliberately said, “Listen Lara. I’m not very comfortable with what happened in the first antechamber yesterday. I really feel it would be for your own safety if you joined the others there today, since no one else has fainted in there since I got it opened.”
“But it’s exactly for that reason that I want to accompany you today, Doctor. You got the chamber to open and I can’t even say the same for myself. I’d really like to observe your work in the second chamber today, if you don’t mind.” Lara said, perfectly hamming it up for Hanson’s benefit.
Feigning a sigh of capitulation, Hanson shrugged. “Very well, but do take care not to get light headed again, won’t you, Lara dear.”
Lara smiled, thanked him, and bounded off to get her gear from the motorhome.
Hanson was jubilant.
This way, even if she remembered anything, it would be harder for people to believe her when she said that Hanson had raped her. They’d at least expect her to be a little afraid of him or at least avoid him if that were the case, not beg to be alone with him again. At best, the others would think that she had helped get the chamber open by begging Hanson to fuck her. He can even pretend to have been trying to protect her dignity by keeping the fucking a secret and telling her to feign memory loss to avoid having to answer questions.
It was too easy a lie to spin.
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An hour later, things started to play out in the right antechamber.
As Lara excitedly poured over the writing on the wall, Hanson did nothing but eagerly star right into the face of the sitting statue in the middle of the room.
He didn’t have to wait long before the piercing blue eyes flared to life, and the tunnel entrance slid shut.
“Doctor?” Lara asked, her back still turned to him.
“Nothing to worry, Lara dear, this is all part of the process. Would you mind turning that stick light off for a second? We’re going to need to do some low light work here.
Lara naively did as was told, throwing the two of them into darkness.
Once more, the phantom lights left from her extinguished stick started to waft towards the walls, surrounding and illuminating them with ghostly torches.
Hanson waited for the hidden hieroglyphs to glow to life.
They didn’t.
Instead, before him, Lara’s softly glowing blue silhouette shuddered all of a sudden. Her head snapped around to look at Hanson, a look of abject horror and betrayal on her face.
She was remembering.
“Doctor… you...I…” She said, evidently overwhelmed and unable to decide how to respond to the sudden influx of memories.
Hanson grinned.
“Like I said, I promised to show you how to get this chamber open.” he said, feeling his body start to fill with an indescribable sense of utter confidence and invincibility, as well as an euphorically strong feeling of arousal.
“Did you know?! You knew this was what we did to get the chamber open?!” Lara exclaimed, backing away from him, her legs appearing to have suddenly been sapped of strength as she weakly leaned against the wall for support.
“Come, Lara, there’s no sense waiting,” Hanson said, already in the process of removing his clothes. He wasn’t even afraid that Lara might try to interrupt him, as she remained slumped against the wall.
He watched as a visible shudder passed through her.
“Did you tell anyone this was what happened?” She said, her voice small and weak.
Rather than answer her, Hanson, who was now completely nude, briskly approached her, and grabbed her by the arm, thinking he’d simply undress her in the same manner as he had done the day before.
This time, however, Lara surprised Hanson by swatting his hand away. It was a weak swat, but took him by surprise, and for a second, Hanson was almost afraid Lara might actually be able to fight him off this time.
Then a burning sense of confidence flooded into him, and Hanson reached out and grabbed Lara again.
This time, he managed to wrestle her, almost effortlessly, onto one of the stone benches. Bending the weakly struggling girl over the bench, Hanson pinned both of her wrists against her back with one hand, while the other worked to undo her utility belt.
“Doctor Hanson, don't do this!” Lara barked, as Hanson effortlessly overpowered her resistance. She then yelped as he grabbed the back of her shorts, and jerked it downward, allowing her luscious buttcheeks to pop free.
"Stop! God damnit it stop this right nowaAAAAGH!" Hanson had just unceremoniously thrust his eagerly erect member all the way into her from behind, causing her to arch her back, bringing her head off of the bench. She squirmed and twisted her body, trying to buck him out of her, until Hanson leaned forward, resting his entire upper body against hers and weighing her back down onto the bench. Even then, she continued to squirm.
“You bastard!” Lara cursed, then screamed when Hanson reared himself back and hammered into her, the first stroke of sex seemingly driving the breath out of her. She tried to complain, to beg him not to do it, but after receiving several more powerful thrusts, seemed to settle down, Her pussy, which had futilely tried to squeeze itself close in order to expel his penis, finally started to slicken. She quieted, breathing heavily.
“You can’t fool me, you little tart, I know you enjoyed yesterday. Since you weren’t able to take those memories with you, We’re just going to have to relive them together.” Hanson said, as he pumped himself against her wetted sex.
“No… Doctor... don’t…no...” Lara continued to vociferate, albeit much softer, each one of his thrusts pushing a monosyllabic lament from her lips. Her fingers scratched against Hanson’s belly, leaving no mark.
“Shhhhhh, just… breath.” Hanson found himself saying, feeling confident enough to release his hold of her wrists, only to snake both of his hands under her to knead her ample mammaries. He almost laughed when Lara’s hands flailed uselessly back against him, before trying to achieve some sort of purchase on the bench to do something towards separating herself from him.
“Ahnnnn…. ahnnnn….Ahnnnngh” after several dozen more thrusts, Lara seemed to give up, her arms wrapping around the underside of the bench as she braced against him.
"See. Isn't this better? You should be trying to enjoy yourself more." Hanson crooned, to which Lara vigorously shook her head and cursed his betrayal of her father's and her trust in him.
Hanson didn’t quite remember cumming, although when the he stopped seeing stars from the pleasurable pulses, he found that Lara had curled up on the ground next to the statue’s feet.
She rolled away from him, and tried to fight him off again. Hanson found this exceedingly funny, and ignoring her meaningless verbal protestations, had her mewing wantonly after he had her pinned up against one of the walls, his arms hoisting both her legs from under her so she had no where to go but down onto his glistening manhood.
Lara beat her fists against his chest, his face, but her blows hurt about as much as tennis balls thrown by a toddler. Hanson simply ignored them, continuing to force himself on her until the only fight she had left was reluctant grunts, which sounded to him like equal parts pleasure and defeat, as they rose and rose in pitch.
The fight always came back into her, as Hanson had to reestablish dominance everytime he recovered from the orgasmic haze to find Lara frantically scouring the room for an escape.
A few times, when he came to, Hanson found her trying to physically restrain him, trying to apply some sort of joint lock on his limbs or holding him down against the ground. Every time that happened, he would pretend to struggle weakly for a few seconds, giving her just enough time to think she was successful, then suddenly buck her off of him, sending her scampering away, begging him to come to his senses and stop the madness while he gleefully stalked her around the room, taking his time in cornering her and then finding a new position to fuck her in.
When she started striking him, it didn’t seem to hurt at all, Hanson returned each strike in kind with a slap to her butt cheeks or her tits, often adding additional strikes as interest.The girl soon learned not to do so, although Hanson still struck her occasionally while fucking her, when he found it visually stimulating to see her squirm.
He couldn’t remember if she came at all, although he assumed from the constant convulsing of her slick walls and her animalistic vociferations that she must’ve done so at some point.
If what seemed like four or five hours of non stop fucking the day before had amounted to ten minutes outside, this time, Hanson figured it would be nearly dinner time outside given how long he was able to repeatedly impress himself upon Lara, although towards the middle, it felt like her incessant struggles were becoming more difficult to handle.
The only time it seemed like Lara came close to affecting some sort of change on Hanson’s joyously never ending cycle of pleasure was when she found her light stick. The blue glow of the phantom torches only illuminated the original contents of the antechamber, and neither of them could see where their clothes or gear had fallen, so it took Lara several tries of feeling the ground frantically for her invisible light source to finally succeed.
When the light stick went on, the phantom lights faded, and Hanson felt his body drain of strength and bravado.
Seeing this, Lara held the lightstick between the two of them, shakily covering her milk stained breasts with one free hand.
“You’re… we’re being controlled, Doctor Hanson. I know you don’t feel it but something is doing this to us.” Lara said, trying to reason with him, a brilliant blue light seemingly pouring from within her nether regions.
“Lara….” Hanson said, thinking he might have to actually pretend to have been under some spell in order to explain his actions.
Before he could begin to fake self loathing and profuse remorse, a smaller blue glow split from the one emanating from Lara’s crotch, traversed up her body and into her arm, passing into the light stick through her hand, all within the blink of an eye.
The light stick flickered, then died, its residual lights immediately fluttering in all directions and reestablishing the blue torches.
Hanson roared with laughter, and yanked the lightstick from Lara’s hand. Just as a precaution, he took the batteries out while he had her on her knees, forcing her down submissively against the bench once morel. He tossed them randomly behind him, the batteries seemingly vanishing into the air as soon as they left his hand.
Then, deciding Lara needed to be punished, Hanson came up with a brutal plan.
When he had her pinned on the bench with one hand, Hanson reared back with the other and sent a resounding smack into Lara’s bare buttocks, drawing a strangled yelp from her. He repeatedly struck the same spot until he had spanked her a total of 10 times.
“Listen, you slut. I’m going to spank you now for playing hard to get. We will start with 10, then 15, then 20, adding 5 every time you fight.”
“You sick piece of shit…” Lara said, and Hanson immediately followed through with his threat by flipping her over, sitting on her belly, and slapping her tits a total of 15 times using one hand, his other hand catching both of Lara’s arms by the wrist when she tried to defend against his strikes.
“15 for the lip.” He said, as Lara huffed in pain.
“And another 20 for trying to stop me from giving you the 15.”
This time, he actually let go of Lara, who curled into a ball, nursing her abused tits.
She bucked when Hanson started applying the 20 strikes… right to her pussy lips.
He rather enjoyed the way she fought to stay still and receive his punishment this time, apparently having learned her lesson.
But Hanson wasn’t done yet.
“Now, the next 25 is going to your ass again.”
“Wh...what?! Why? What did I do?” Lara couldn’t help but stammar.
“For asking me why I’m doing it. I’ve decided I will continue to punish you for two full spankings after you stop giving me reason to punish you. So if you are lucky, you’ll only need to take two sets of 30, 35 spanks before I stop.”
After this, Lara didn’t fight, and Hanson rewarded her by letting her straddle and fuck him as he laid down on the bench. as she did, he administered the 30 slaps to her already bouncing tits, resulting in her milk spraying everywhere.
“Look at how filthy your tits have made me.” He said, using that as an excuse to add more slaps.
Lara couldn’t win.
She tried to squeeze her own nipples shut to prevent them from leaking when hanson smacked them. He called it struggling, and added more slaps
She let go of her nips,and they sprayed milk all over him. He added more slaps.
The next time after orgasm, when he came to, Hanson found Lara frantically squeezing the milk from her tits before he could get to her.
As if that were the only reason to punish her. There were plenty.
Lara hadn’t let him fuck her in the ass yet. There’s one.
She hadn’t been punished for all of the other times she resisted or mouthed off to him. There’s two.
She hadn’t let him titty fuck her yet. There’s three
She made her tits smaller by emptying them of milk. There’s four.
He was feeling thirsty, but she had wasted her milk, leaving none for him. There’s five
At 50 spanks, Hanson decided it was getting to be too long to deliver all of the slaps.
So he capped the count at 50, but added two more sets of post-obedience punishment.
By the time he worked up the courage to brave sticking his cock into Lara’s mouth, she had lost any and all fight left in her, obediently taking him all the way to the hilt and working her tongue for him in ways he didn’t know was possible.
The girl really did know how to suck dick.
“I’m adding another set of spanks because you’re trying too hard to make me cum fast.” Hanson said, testing her, something telling him even if she were to bite down she couldn’t possibly injure his manhood.
He smiled, completely triumphant, when Lara didn’t even bat an eye to this unfairly doled out sentence, continuing to blow him and sucking the cum from his dick as fast as he was able to ejaculate.
After that, Hanson took Lara several more times, in whatever hole he pleased, in whatever position he pleased. Accounting for his brief periods of haziness due to cumming, Hanson made it a rule that when he came to, the first thing he should see is that of Lara in a pose that required her to first kneel on the ground, then bend over to press her face against the ground while her ass stuck straight into the air towards him, her arms held limp against the sides of her calves. He would then administer the next set of punishment to her in this position, adding another set if she lost her balance and fell out of the pose during the punishment.
What was more fun was keeping her waiting, when he would decide to stay laying there, taking a little rest, while she struggled to maintain a pose that humiliated her with its purpose of receiving punishment.
The final tally for spanks had being capped at 50, but all together even Hanson couldn’t remember how many times he hit Lara.
When he awoke to the sounds of the chamber opening up, Hanson found Lara, once again, slumped over the statue, a blank look on her face. The glow in her abdomen seemed to pulse a little more strongly before dissipating. Surprisingly, after all the abuse she had taken, her body didn’t seem to possess any particular signs of trauma. No cuts, bruises, or even welts to show for the hundreds of times Hanson had slapped her.
He was simultaneously relieved and disappointed.
“Lara?” Hanson said, gotten both of them dressed, and half carried, half dragged a semi-responsive Lara to the entrance of the now widened tunnel/hallway. He had taken some additional precautions this time, so none of his assistants or the workers were inside the temple to see the second antechamber opening up. Thus, Hanson was able to wait till Lara regained consciousness, probe her to make sure that, like he had hoped, she had no memory of the previous god knows how many hours, as well as having no memory of the day before.
“Lara, you did help me get the chamber open, but listen, it would be bad to let people know you fainted both days. I think it’s best if we both pretend like you are completely fine.” Hanson suggested, to which Lara vacuously nodded.
“I think I’ve got a good grip on what’s going on here, we definitely had a rougher time today” he added. ” Tomorrow, when you come, I’ll prepare some gear to take with us that I think will make the last chamber much easier to work with.”
“That would be good,” Lara said, still not completely all there, before checking the digital watch on her wristband and jumping up with a start.
“I’m quite tired,” she declared, looking rather flustered, “I have some things I need to get done before I can rest. Good bye, and thank you, Doctor. I’ll see you tomorrow!”
Hanson accompanied her out of the temple, once again to the congratulations of his team.
“Why did it take you so much longer today, Doctor? Was there something about the second chamber that was different?”
“Well, yes.” Hanson said. “She definitely put up more of a fight this time, but I’d like to think I’m a quick learner. I’ll be better prepared to handle things tomorrow.”
“Do you really think we can get that last chamber open? Doctor? The scans show there’s more than just a large storage vault in it. I’m betting the lock on that one will be harder.” one of his assistants asked, eyeing Lara as she hurriedly disappeared into her motorhome, which soon after sped off into the jungle evening.
Hanson looked back at the temple, trying to hide his stupid grin. He was famished, utterly drained, and every single limb felt like dead weight. He could barely think of anything but sleep.
“We’ll save the best for last, shan’t we not?” He jested.
A voice in the back of his head was whispering melodiously, both warning him of what is to come and what he should do.
Hanson rounded up the six workers whose memories had been affected by the temple.
“Listen, I have a list of supplies that I think I’m going to need. You’re going to have to get these to me by tomorrow.” he said, and the six workers seemed to understand exactly what he was asking of them, even before he pulled them aside and gave them his requests.
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Author's Note: Originally the last half of this was actually Hanson's Dig Part 3, since it seemed quite climactic, but I've since come up with an even better idea that somehow still ends up with Lara not remembering the dig, being carted off to see Vasily and eventually Mark. I'll post thoughts in the forum discussion thread http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/index.php/topic/41005-tomb-raider-fat-man-chronicles-review-and-discussion-thread/page-17
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