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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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Chapter 39: Hanson's Dig Part 3 Finale
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The blue haze descended…
Hanson awoke to the chipper sounds of warblers in the trees outside of the window, and the pleasant feeling of a lusciously warm mouth wrapped around him underneath the sheets.
“Hmm-hmmmm” his beautiful young wife hummed as she slowly worked on his morning wood, her face hidden beneath her deep auburn hair, the top of her bobbing head visible through the transparent sheets covering them both. One of her hands gently massaged the undercarriage of his bollocks while the other dipped between where she was propped on her knees to softly toy with her wetted sex.
Hanson thought back to the final days of his expedition in Peru, where he had finally won her over. The elusive details weren’t important anymore. All he needed was memories of the highlights as he conquered and wooed his little coquette of a wife.
Hanson smiled…
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Back in the temple, he had harnessed the electric blue energy, taking command of the six diggers, whom he had put Lara Croft in her place.
She fought of course, a wild mare needing to be tamed as discipline was repeatedly drilled into her. Soon she learned that obeying Hanson was pleasurably rewarded, while at the same time learning to fear the cruel touch of any man other than Evan himself.
Soon, unwilling lust turned into lustful addiction, which in turn transformed into swooning love.
The workers remembered nothing, of course.
The details weren’t important.
By the time they emerged from the temple, Lara slavishly clung to Hanson, doting on his every whim and fancy. She didn’t even wait until they were back home, instead having Hanson move into her motor home with her for the remainder of the dig.
Every night, the loud unchecked sounds of their lovemaking would fill the entire camp.
Then, they were home, in London.
The wedding was the gossip of town. The young heiress finding love in the distinguished University Professor. Her wedding attire drew scandalous attention, barely concealing her lust for her husband.
Hanson had no problems with the vows, while Lara had a little more trouble, stumbling with her lines. Not for want of conviction, but for the fact that she had insisted on strapping her favorite toys into her holes underneath the dress to make certain she was ready and wet for her wedding night.
“I, Lara… ungh… take you, Evan Hanson, to have… oh… yes… and to hold from this day forward………ungh….. for better…..for worse….” She said, her blue eyes gazing lovingly into his own as she seemed to be overcome with ecstasy from the very thought of swearing herself to him for life.
Hanson smiled…
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Now…
They were in the bedroom of her mansion… or as it was now, his mansion. Hanson didn’t know what Lara’s bedroom had looked like before their union, but now it was perfectly tuned to his tastes, one of several changes Hanson was quick to establish in the house.
He forbade Lara from wearing any clothing in the house, only allowing her stiletto heels, lingerie, and hair accessories. In addition to her gold wedding band, she also wore matching rings on each of her pierced buds.
A knock at the door, and Winston came in with the breakfast tray, setting it down next to the couple’s bed as Lara continued the fellatio. Hanson smiled at the Winston, whom he had kept around the mansion after the wedding for no other reason than to relish in the man servant’s envy. After all, they were nearly the same age, but the butler will only ever be the butler, now watching his mistress suck the dick of his new master whether he wanted to or not.
“Sir, it appears your seminar tomorrow is seeing overfilled attendance. The University has called asking if you would be free for follow up seminars for crowd control.” Winston said.
“Let them know my schedule is quite full at the moment.” Hanson said, nonchalantly filling his wife’s mouth with his seed, feeling her throat work as she eagerly swallowed each spurt. She diligently swabbed his still bulging head with her tongue, before crawling up to snuggle against him, straddling her pelvis over his lap until her dripping pussy could sink onto his member. A bit of his voluminous cum stained a corner of her mouth, dribbling down her chin, which she picked up with her fingers and licked clean.
“Lara dear,” Hanson cooed into her ear, massaging one of her soft breasts with one hand, “you wouldn’t mind filling in for me for a few seminars?”
“Evan. Darling.” His doting wife said sultrily, her hips grinding him to renewed excitement in full view of Winston, “it wouldn’t be the same for them if you weren’t there!”
Hanson smiled…
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The sky was clear and blue.
All day, as Hanson worked in the mansion’s study, his young wife did her part in aiding his research, spending much of her time on her knees underneath his desk, when not fetching reading material from the nearby shelves, her head buried against his crotch.
In between satisfying himself with her, Hanson teased his wife with the attention he’s been getting from his female attendees at his many guest lectures, to which she always pouted in such a cute fashion.
She wanted him all to herself, of course. While he gave her every permission to quench her insatiable desires with the hired help in the gardens and around the manor, both of them knew she craved only him. Hanson had brought the six diggers from Peru back with them to maintain the lands around the manor, now renamed ‘Hanson Manor’, of course. His young wife had obediently signed all of her inheritance over to him even before their engagement had been announced.
Even so, occasionally Hanson saw fit to remind his wife of her place in their home by making her spend the entire day out in the garden, nude. The six new hirelings knew, when that happened, that they should tend to her with punitive ebullience. ‘Mrs. Hanson’, as they now called her, oft needed more physical attention than the master of the house had time to dole out.
Today, Hanson watched from the garden pavilion, enjoying his lunch in the shade as his wife, in the middle of being gang banged by six sweaty and grimy workers a few meters away, begged him to come and take her for himself.
Hanson only allowed her to crawl over to him so he could hold his cup of coffee underneath one of her quivering breasts for fresh creamer.
“Darling, please!” she begged as a light squeeze of the flesh around her nipple sent a steady stream of milk into her husband's coffee. She was horny as hell from getting plundered every which way, but remained unable to cum because it wasn’t her husband’s dick inside one of her dripping holes.
Hanson smiled…
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Of course, any daytime antics would have to end by the afternoon, giving enough time for the gardener to hose the mistress down outside so she was clean enough for a shared bath between husband and wife to temporarily rid themselves of the smell of sex. Winston would be coming home with his end of the day pick-up very soon.
“Father!” the two boys cheered in unison, as they threw open the front doors and bounded into the living room, their electric blue eyes filled with joy as they bounded up to Hanson, who affectionately tousled their hair.
Their mother, still so young and supple for having had them, came over to embrace her children. Only in this time of day was she allowed to wear a thin apron over her nude form for some modesty in front of her sons. Having been too busy all morning in bed with her husband, Lara C. Hanson, nee Croft, had sent down some of her own freshly squeezed milk for the boys’ breakfast, and was just now seeing them for the first time all day.
After dinner was served by Winston, the boys dogged their father for some more attention, while their mother meekly hovered behind them, her loving blue eyes barely concealing the lust that she was trying to suppress in front of her own children. Only when the boys had retired to their quarters were Hanson and Lara able to lock themselves in whichever empty room they fancied to resume their frenetic copulation.
Lara giggled as Hanson swept the back of her apron asides to feel up her rump, stretching herself against him. In a few hours, they will have migrated back into the bedroom, where Lara would of course do a little dance performance for her husband while getting him ready for bed.
The next day would be more of the same, with minor variations. The details weren’t important.
Outside the windows, the brilliantly azure blue sky slowly gave way to a warmly glowing sunset.
For Evan and Lara, for the Hansons; this was life, and it was as good as could be imagined.
Hanson smiled…
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And thus it was, on the third day of the dig, that Evan Hanson became enthralled.
It wasn’t very obvious, apart from a blue twinkle in his eyes. The professor was often lost in thought as it is, so none questioned it when, after a mere ten minutes of being sealed in the temple’s final anti-chamber with Lara and the six diggers, did the whole group emerge relatively unscathed.
With two days of experience behind them, the exterior crew didn’t find it at all surprising that Lara and the six diggers retained little if any of their memories inside the chamber, while Hanson seemed more collected.
Strangely, all three of the statues inside the anti-chambers had unfortunately suffered what seemed to be a simultaneous structural collapse, the sitting figures now only piles of crumbled rocks.
Lara promptly left in the motorhome, while Hanson, enervated despite the listlessness in his blue eyes, set about with the tedious effort of cataloging the contents of the now fully opened dig with his associates.
Through it all, he had a silly grin affixed to his face, which the others took for happiness at the success of their excavation.
Little did they know, that Evan Hanson was no longer in touch with reality, his mind absconded for eternity in a fantasy world that his perverse desires and imagination had crafted for itself. His physical body was now a walking and talking automaton, guided in his interactions by his memories but otherwise virtually zombified, pawn to an web of blue energy that remained invisible to most, a web that was, after many years of dormancy, stretching its limbs, starting to awaken fully
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Meanwhile, back in reality, Lara had been shipped back to Salvatorelli’s abode, where she was in the midst of a grueling bout of sexual endurance with Vasily, while machinations involving her immediate future happened outside of her knowledge or control.
Xavier smiled as he watched things unfold from his lush armchair.
He had learned his lesson. This puta was a deceitful little minx that needed more than simple punishment to make her obey. She needed to know that any time she thought she had won a victory, however small, that the victory would be used against her in due time.
Fortunately, Xavier was correct in anticipating that Lara would overexert herself with the big Russian. Undoubtedly, she was expecting that he was watching, and was trying to humiliate him by fucking someone else with far more enthusiasm than she had ever shown him.
Xavier had finally found his peace of mind regarding the matter. The puta was used goods anyhow, passed between god knows how many men in that prison. He was happy enough that, at the very least, he was the first of the conglomerate of Everest’s peers to have access to her, before she was too damaged.
So instead of watching a prolonged sex show that was guaranteed to eventually piss him off, Xavier availed himself of the services of one of the loan slaves that had accompanied Lara’s entourage from London. The slave was one of the two girls whom had earlier on been servicing Lara with massive strap ons. While not quite rivaling the Countess in terms of social stature, she made up for it with skill and enthusiasm; enough to temporarily take his mind off of the puta.
Of course, that didn’t mean the Lara didn’t deserve more punishment for her insolence. Xavier had been forced to play the gentleman for three whole days, having to tiptoe around the puta and treat her like she was actually his equal. Dios. That was infuriating, to even have to pretend this dirty puta was respectable.
Thus, per his orders, Lara and the Russian were left, undisturbed, as long as they kept fucking, which they did, long after Mark Tremaine had been escorted out of his cell.
Two hours later, when it looked like the Russian was no longer piledriving into Lara as hard as he should be, he was interrupted, and escorted from the room. Lara meanwhile was taken to be prepped for her reunion with Mark.
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Lara could feel Vasily’s growing discomfort. His most recent hard-on, one that had lasted far too long without climaxing, must be sore. Lara’s own ass felt positively shredded, pulsing with numbing agony. If it weren’t for the constant rectal cleanings that kept her bowels empty, Lara had little doubt she would be suffering severe incontinence for a few days. At the very least, she fully expected to be leaking cum from her orifices for the next half an hour.
She was almost glad when Fernando and Gordo finally entered the room to break the two of them up.
Vasily was first led from the room, and for split second, Lara thought, and hoped, that they would leave her in the cell, let her collapse on the stained mattress and rest a little.
“On your feet bitch. God damn, you’re filthy.” Gordo sneered, moving to motivate her with his foot, which she avoided by rolling into a crouch on the other side of the mattress. Undeterred, Gordo circled around the cum soaked mattress, a familiar sneer plastered to his face.
“Don’t touch me. I can walk on my own!” Lara spat, swatting away Gordo’s hand when he made to grab her arms, then promptly realized she couldn’t, as her knees gave out the moment she tried to rise off of the ground.
“Still think you’re better than me, whore?” Gordo jeered, scoffing at Lara’s empty pride, even as he grabbed her by her ponytail and started to drag her towards the door. Lara reached up and grabbed at the wrist of the hand holding her by the hair, weakly attempting, without success, to get Gordo to relinquish his hold.
Gordo grabbed that arm by the wrist, and twisted it up against the small of Lara’s back.
“I guess those self defense courses really are worth something.” he laughed, as if he really believed the ease of his physical domination of Lara had nothing to do with her being exhausted.
You prick. If I wasn’t dead tired you think that move would work on me? Lara thought, not saying it out loud. She had seen the dildo gag hanging from Fernando’s belt, and knew if she talked too much she’d very soon end up deep throating it. Her esophagus was still sore from Vasily’s cock.
Still, she had scored herself a small victory, perhaps.
“I’ll bet Salvatorelli didn’t enjoy that as much as he thought he would.” she croaked out.
“Hah, you really are a stupid bitch, if you think Sally stuck around to watch any of that.” Gordo burst out laughing, even as the two of them started to stuff Lara back into the suitcase sitting right outside the door.
Lara physically reacted as if she had been slapped in the face.
“He was busy having fun with Kitty’s friend. You on the other hand he knew would try something like this. Well jokes on you, because your real punishment hasn’t even started.” Gordo continued.
“Bastard.” Lara cussed underneath her breath, then shivered, as her sore groin made contact with the two dildos inside the suitcase. The dildos were bitterly cold, like nothing she had ever experienced save for the one time way back when Gordo had served ice cream out of her pussy.
The cleansing liquids being pumped into her from the ends of the dildos were even colder, and Lara yelped as she reflexively tried to jump out of the suitcase but was too weak to.
“Hmmhmm, you’re gonna wish you took it easy with Ivan. Enjoy getting your cunt and ass chilled. It’s supposed to help with the swelling, but given how hard you were fucking Ivan, who knows, hahahaha…” Gordo said as the wings of the suitcase closed up, swallowing Lara in pitch darkness, soon sedating her while subjecting her body to a full cleansing while maintaining a near freezing temperature in her holes.
Somehow, despite the throbbing coldness, Lara seemed to feel a blue warmth emanating from her core, and drifted off to sleep not-so-unpleasantly.
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Author’s Note: Not going to beg for comments just yet, since I’m still sorting out what to include in the next chapter. I will however update the forum discussion thread, if anyone is interested.
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