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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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At long last, Lara is leaving Peru after this chapter, so all of us can look forward to that, after years of procrastination, hahaha.

Chapter 41: A date with the Slut

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Dinner was a casual, yet elegant, affair.

At first, anyways.

Mark arrived still clad only in a bathrobe, all refreshed from the hot bath from earlier. Anika remained back in the bedroom, not following him into the adjacent dining room.

The oval table was set for two, romantically candle lit, with additional soft lighting casting a reddish hue across the spacious room.

Lara, on the other hand, was completely made over, arriving in a backless evening gown; black, with a plunging deep V-neck that nearly reached her belly button. Her hair, save for a fancier jewel studded hair tie, was still done up into the simple and familiar ponytail.

“Mark....” Lara said, nodding and greeting him, her voice so polite and graceful it almost made Mark doubt whether everything that had happened between them not so long ago were his imagination.

“Croft.” he replied, stiffly. As Lara gracefully strode to her seat, closer to him, Mark could make out the two soft bumps in the black fabric of her gown, where her nipples were.

Behind Lara, Kitty, followed by a portly waiter pushing a food cart, began setting the table.

Neither Mark nor Lara spoke as the table was set.

“Enjoy your dinner, Mr. Tremaine.” Kitty whispered, her two slender hands stroking across the back of Mark’s shoulder as she circled around him, having having set several mugs of dark, chocolate scented stout in front of him. Across from him, Lara’s own glass was being filled by the heavyset waiter with red wine. Joining the waiter with the empty cart at the door, Kitty winked at Mark before disappearing from sight, the door closing behind the two.

Lara’s eyes were downcast, looking at her plate in silence, while Mark’s remained, for the most part, fixated on her.

“Mark… I… “ Lara begun to say after several seconds. Hearing her speak in person for the first time in years, Mark immediately went for his beer, chugging half of it in one go before nearly choking and forced to put the mug down.

Lara waited until he had composed himself before continuing.

“I… would like to apologize… for… trying to have you killed…” she said, her face blushing slightly, her eyes briefly looking at Mark before returning to her plate.

Anger flooded him, but Mark decided to play it cool… for now.

“You don’t say” he said, sarcastically, relaxing into the back of his chair.

“I… it seemed like the only option to me at the time and… I… I couldn’t afford for people to find out…” Lara said, stammering a little, still refusing to make direct eye contact save for yet another stolen glance at him.

“From what Kitty tells me, there are lots of things you can’t afford, hehe.” Mark said, somewhat smugly. Famished, he picked up the fork and went for the buttered mashed potatoes on the side of his plate, saving the juicy looking slab of steak for after.

“I… yes… Kitty told me she told you everything… I… “ From across the table, Lara was obviously struggling to push the words out, no doubt feeling embarrassed, and guilty as sin.

“Hmm… hurry up and start eating…” Mark said, graciously giving her an out, which Lara hastily took, beginning to dig into her own smaller portioned plate of food.

“Ugh…” Mark groaned in exaggeration as he downed another swig of the stout. “good stuff.” he said, raising the mug as emphasis, to which Lara merely looked at the mug briefly.

“So, looks like they thought I was worth keeping alive, huh? How surprised were you when you saw me, eh?” Mark could no longer resist

“... I did not expect that at all…” Lara said frankly.

“Yah, I’ll bet you didn’t.”

“I’m sorry. Don’t… make me apologize again.”

“Why not? I’m not tired of it yet, hahaha.”

“...”

“Speaking of, is it really true that you pay Ivan to fuck you? Just tell me you do.”

“His name is Vas… yes. Yes I do. I hire him from time to time.”

“Haha, I can see why they only give you 0.2% of your income as spending money. Kitty told me if they didn’t reign you in, you’d spend more time paying to get fucked than paying off your debt, right?”

“That’s…! Could we change the subject?” Lara’s fork clattered onto her plate, and her shoulders shuddered slightly as she spoke.

“Ooooh no no no, sweetheart, I have so many more questions…”

“That’s enough!” Lara snapped, standing up abruptly, her entire body positively shaking.

“Sit your ass down!” Mark commanded, the split second of fear from seeing her react thusly being overridden by a gut instinct.

To his surprise, Lara did, after a few seconds, sit down, and resume picking at her food.

“Wait… don’t tell me… you have to do exactly what I say?”

“N… no… I don’t... but I am trying to make amends.” Lara said, only after closing her eyes and taking a few deep breaths.

“If you’re asking for me to forgive you for trying to have me killed, I don’t exactly like your attitude, missy.” Mark said, snidely.

“... I’m sorry…” Lara muttered, forking a portion of broccoli into her mouth as an excuse not to speak further.

Ideas were forming in Mark’s head. Lara had just said that she wasn’t required to listen to him, but…

Here goes nothing, he thought.

“Pop your tits out of that dress.”

“W….what?” Lara was unprepared for this sudden lewd request.

“You heard me. I’m in the mood to eat while staring at some titties. You want to apologize? Start by letting those knockers out.” Mark said, still testing the waters, actually holding in his breath as he waited to see if she’d actually do it.

Lara didn’t move for several seconds. Then, mechanically, she brought both hands up, and without much fanfare, pulled her V-neck apart, to let her stunning tits swing into view from behind the black fabric. Her nipples, bereft of their piercings for the moment, were both a deep shade of purple.

Mark exhaled, and took another drink from his nearly empty mug. Fortunately, Kitty had the foresight to leave three more filled mugs within easy reach.

“Is… this okay?” Lara said meekly. Mark swelled with confidence upon hearing this.

“Haha, I bet you really wanted to say, ‘Happy now?’” he said, mimicking the sort of uppity tone he imagines Lara would have used with those words.

“Mark… I’m trying to play nice here.” Lara said, blushing furiously and looking away under Mark’s feasting eyes.

“You wanna play, play with yourself. Give ‘em a good squeeze. Comon I know you have a pair of gushers. Squeeze them!” the words flew from his mouth so easily even Mark was surprised by his audacity.

What amazed him was that, with nary a hesitation, Lara did exactly as she was told, grabbing her tits and kneading them with enough force to produce two fine jets of milk, which sprayed all over her side of the table.

For a moment, it looked as if she were about to cry.

Mark decided that would be a buzz kill, for the time being.

“Ugh. Ok, I’ll be nice too. You can cover the titties up, for now.” he said, to which Lara hastily pulled her parted top back over her chest, although bits of milky whiteness now stained the dress.

“Don’t be so dramatic, it’s not like I didn’t already see them, hmm?” Mark couldn’t resist adding, as she sniffled, before collecting herself, rather quicker than expected.

“So, back to the questions. I’ll ask nicely, and you’ll answer nicely, right?”

“...if it pleases you.” Lara said, frowning.

“So, you’re sleeping with rich bastards to pay off your debt from not getting the inheritance money you thought you had, huh?”

“Yes.”

“Kitty’s company manages your income, lets you keep living in your fancy mansion, and gives you 0.2% of your income as an allowance, right?”

“Yes.”

“I was just doing the math while I was taking that bath. God, that sounds weird to say. Me, doing math, can you even imagine it, hahaha? Especially with that Anika blonde using her tits like they were sponges all over me…. anyways. Kitty tells me you charge around half a million pounds every time, right?”

“...yes”

“So 0.2% of that is… 10 thousand quid a pop… and you’re not paying rent or taxes or buying food or travel expenses… I mean I thought I should feel sorry for you about the 0.2%, but if you think about it, you have it good, huh?”

“.....yes.” Lara’s short answers, while affirming of what Mark has been told by Kitty, were nonetheless grating on him.

“So how many times did I make you cum just now?” he wasn’t going to let her off with simple yes and no’s.

“...I came twenty three times while I was with you…” Lara said, trailing off.

“Help me with the math here, you know I was never any good at it. what’s twenty three times 5000?”

“...please be nice… Mark…”

“Answer the question.”

“115 thousand…”

“So that’s like…. eleven and a half business dates for you in spending money, huh?”

“...yes.”

“you ever pay that much for a date with Ivan?”

“no…”

“What’s he worth?” a part of Mark had to know.

Lara’s jaws tightened, but eventually she did answer.

“15 thousand.”

“Ahahaha, looks like Kitty was telling the truth about everything!”

Lara made a motion as if to push her plate away from her in distaste, but checked herself, and rigidly put another bite of food into her mouth.

“Oh for god’s sake, stop looking so glum. I cost you eleven and a half dates worth of income after you tried to have me killed. Pop those tits back out and we’ll call it even.” Mark laughed, taking a swig of beer, feeling his dick surge to life underneath the bathrobe.

Lara freed her breasts from the dress once more.

“There. I accept your apology. Now we’re friends again, just like we were in college, hmm?”

“Yes…” Lara replied.

“Haha, you lying little slut. You fucked me once then ignored me like I was a disposable piece of meat. You like getting fucked hard?”

“Yes.”

“The rougher the better?”

“...Yes”

“You liked getting raped”

“...yes”

“You wearing panties under that dress?”

“...no…”

“Good. come over here and sit on my cock. Sorry I can’t give you a good hard fucking the way you like it, but you’re the one apologizing to me right now.” Mark pulled apart his bathrobe, scooting his chair back so his erection was visible to Lara from across the table.

Lara stood up, and reaching her hands past the split sides of her dress, started sliding something down her legs.

“I thought you said you weren’t wearing panties.... hold on a sec… what’s that?! Hold that up…” Mark said, and to his utter delight, Lara held up the same long black dildo that Kitty had strapped into her earlier.

She had that thing inside of her this entire time!

“Wait… I change my mind. Put that back in. Come over here and sit your ass on my cock.”

Both of them shuddered as Lara did as commanded, with Mark hiking the back of her evening dress up, pulling the back strap of the dildo-thong to one side so she could slowly lower her gorgeous buttocks onto him. The moment his throbbing tip touched her sphincter, it relaxed and easily swallowed him all the way to the hilt.

This slut was a god damned pro!

Mark had Lara cut his steak for him whilst impaled thusly, both his hands snaked around her waist and dipping under the front of her dress to grab at the butt end of the dildo in her pussy. She moaned as he stirred the dildo against her, and, once she had the meat cut to his liking, Mark pulled the dildo free, and had Lara remount him, facing him, now with her pussy wrapped around his shaft.

“Hand me another beer.” He said, holding Lara by one thigh and the small of her back so she could crane herself back to the table for one of the mugs.

“You know, that blonde broad was riding me the entire time in the bath, but I saved everything for you, you slut.”

“...thank you”

The rest of Mark’s dinner was consumed in that fashion. Beer in one hand, the other pressing his plate against Lara’s exposed tits, while she forked pieces of rare steak into his mouth.

All the while, Lara’s hip gyrated in whatever speed or direction he desired, coaxing his cock to greater and harder heights.

At one point, Kitty and the fat waiter reentered the room. She had a briefcase with her, but waited patiently for the two of them. At that moment, Lara’s labored breathing had just broke into all out moaning, her body convulsing against Mark, who himself joined her almost immediately, filling her with a heavy dose of Mark Tremaine’s man juice.

Mark’s grip on his plate had loosened, letting it fall onto the carpeted ground, and the fat waiter came to pick it up. As he drew close in the dim light, Mark realized, with a start, that this waiter was the fat slob that he had seen in some of the videos starring Lara.

“Big fan of your work, man.” Mark said, to which the fat waiter grinned ear to ear, leering at Lara as he cleared away the dishes.

Kitty placed the briefcase on the table and opened it, facing towards Mark, who had to peer over Lara’s naked shoulder to see its contents.

“One hundred and fifteen thousand pounds sterling, courtesy of Lady Croft, to accompany you when we return you to your home.” Kitty announced silkily.

“Niiiiiice…” Mark said joyously, before looking at Lara, who had ceased grinding against him, panting from her recent climax. She turned her head to look at the money in the briefcase.

“Your apology money, sweety.” Mark said, making her look back at him with quick pull of one tit.

“Wait… so is this a date, or is one of us paying the other one?” he asked.

“W… would you like this to be a date?” Lara asked

“Only if there’s a follow up, hahaha” Mark replied, a broad smile across his face as he groped Lara’s jugs, which almost immediately started dribbl

ing milk from the nips.

“Whoa, calm down, missy, hahaha.”

“Oh dear me.” Kitty said. “That reminds me. Vincent darling, bring over the desert. I’m guessing Mr. Tremaine would like to enjoy that now.”

“Vincent” handed a martini glass to Kitty, who presented it to Mark. In the spoon-accompanied glass was several scoops of different colored gelato.

“Here you go, Mr. Tremaine. Fresh gelato, made from the highest caliber of milk squeezed fresh while you were in your bath.”

It took a moment for Mark to get what Kitty was saying. He looked at the gelato, looked at Lara’s breasts, looked at the gelato again, then looked at the two trails of milk flowing from the purpled nipples dangling in front of him.

“No. Fucking. Way.”

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While Mark was being bathed by Anika, Kitty showed Lara a recording of her “interrogation” of Mark.

If Lara was outraged, Kitty didn’t see it. After all, the former tomb raider turned sex slave viewed the footage while entombed in the pleasure mobile, being cleaned once more in preparation for her dinner date with Mark.

The video ended with the following choices for Lara:
1. Go along with it, confirm to Mark everything he has been led to believe about Lara’s private life, and play the part of the whore as this view of her is cemented forever in his mind. Mark will then sign himself into confidentiality and be safely transported back to London.
2. Try to explain the truth to Mark, wherein he’ll be tortured by Xavier’s men for as long as they could keep him from dying of shock.
3. Take the pistol hidden under her end of the table and shoot Mark Tremaine with the single bullet that was loaded in it.
More than a little, Lara had thought about the last two options. 2 because she couldn’t help but be furious at Mark for believing all of this. 3 Because despite her fury, she didn’t think he deserved to be tortured.

Compassion won out in the end, and resigning herself to a most likely incorrigible image in his mind, Lara went to dinner with the goal of selling the charade to Mark… and sparing his life.

Mark didn’t make it easy.

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“Hmmrph, sh...say, Miss Kitty, I have a question.” Mark said, licking the roof of his mouth of the creamy chocolate goodness, looking down at the nearly empty gelato glass held between Lara’s cupped breasts. This last scoop of gelato was laced with rum which, combined with the excellent stouts Kitty had procured, was making Mark tipsy.

Tipsy, but brimming with confidence, and a boner hard enough to play cricket with.

“Yes, Mr. Tremaine?”

“S… since this is a date... right Lara? A date?”

“Yes, Mark.” Lara answered, quietly.

“And we all know Miss Croft has no problems with putting out…” he enjoyed the blush that came to her face.

Kitty seemed to already know where this was going.

“Lady Croft has no prior engagements for the rest of this evening. Feel free to use your suite to any capacity. Anika is in there in case you need anything.”

“Niiiiice! I need her to help me tie dish bish back up.” Mark took the glass from between Lara’s tits and handed it to Vincent, had Lara dismount her, then stood up dragged her close to him by her slender waist with one hand. With the other, he grabbed the now closed briefcase of cash.

“Cumm’r, sweetheart.” He said, his words slurring a little as the act of standing up made him stagger a little and hastened the onset of drunkenness. Half leaning on and half dragging her, Mark moved Lara together with him in the direction of the door leading to the bedroom.

“Time to... give yous that hard fucking you love so much, yoush.. want to be gagged again? I’m thinking I’ll give you... something to gag on, haha *hic*”

“Gonna… suck on those titties more... now I know… how delishioush you are, ahahaha…”

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In the morning, Mark was gone, drugged and stuffed into a plane to London with his briefcase of money, dreaming of the hours of fun he had with the now 115,000 pounds poorer slut after their dinner.

Lara herself would awaken in a completely different room, naked and laying on silken bed sheets.

The man pulling back the translucent curtains and entering the familiar bed chambers did not surprise her the way Mark’s entrance had.

“Good morning, Senorita,” a robed Xavier Salvatorelli said, “I trust you enjoyed your reunion with Senor Tremaine? My present to you, of course, since you must miss him so much.”

Jaws clenched, Lara glared at him mercilessly.

“In a week, you are leaving for your next mission. Dios, will we ever see each other again?… I can hope.”

Xavier said, undoing his robes before getting onto the opposite end of the bed, crawling between her legs and gently pushing her thighs apart.

“But, just in case, Let’s make the next few days unforgettable ones!”
*************************************************************************************** Author's Note: Originally half of this chapter was detailing Lara's final days in Peru but the date with Mark just got longer and longer. As always, critique is craven and welcome, in either the review section or in the discussion thread here: http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/index.php/topic/41005-tomb-raider-fat-man-chronicles-review-and-discussion-thread/
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