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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
Disclaimer: I do not own the Tomb Raider game series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author’s notes: This chapter is meant to be played as one long movie styled sequence, so there might be more than a few scene changes to digest.
Best read while listening to mood music. I for one had 80’s soft rock (which I imagine to be Gordo’s sex music) playing in the background the entire time for motivation while I wrote this.
The twisted nature of this chapter meant occasionally the cheesy 80’s lyrics made for some very nice juxtaposition.
I hope some of you give it a try.
I might do some proof reading later but I'm eager to move things along while I'm motivated, so I'm kicking this chapter out the door early.
Chapter 43: Assignment Two: Maritime Interlude
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The request Xavier had put out to Everest’s organization with regards to Mark Tremaine proved both his deviousness as well as his irrelevance.
Destroying Lara’s image in Tremaine’s eye didn’t register into the grand plan. The powers that be had simply decided that Xavier’s pettiness was a good teaching moment for Croft, a reminder that just because they had promised not to incarcerate her doesn’t mean she was spared the horrors of the prison.
If anything, Xavier’s village proved to be the perfect demonstration to Lara that not only could they have her fucked and shamed in public, but they could do so in a way that didn’t violate their contract of privacy with her.
No unauthorized photos or videos were taken, an easy task as the village was quite isolated from the rest of the world, with limited electricity and virtually no wireless communication save for what the visitors brought in. They could claim they upheld their end of the bargain on a technicality.
When Xavier told the organization that he has decided to share Lara with his village for the last week, the Pleasure Mobile had used the data gathered from Lara’s stay in the prison to map out a course of escalation that, while cruel and severe, was well within her endurance level.
At the same time Lara was reconnecting with Mark Tremaine in the worst possible way, a different sort of conversation was taking place at Xavier’s own dinner table.
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“Nothing but cum?” Gordo asked, feigning a worried tone.
In reality, the question was a rhetorical one. This was the second time Xavier had ranted about this particular desire for the “English Puta” to know her place.
“Si, Senor. I want Lara Croft to know that my forgiveness does not mean she is anything other than a common street whore.” Xavier said, his face twisting in gleeful rage.
“That might be a bit much, even for her…” Gordo said. The camera angle did not show the contradictory smile he wore on his face.
Xavier, not knowing he was secretly being recorded, laughed heartily.
“Senor Gordo, do not take me for a fool. I watched Croft in the prison. She is a hard puta to break. Even her fancy Caixa de Prazer told us so!”
“The what…. OH you mean the Pleasure Mobile.” Gordo said.
“Si. So, let’s not discuss what is already done, this puta has wronged us both.”
“That’s not the way I would put it.” Gordo said. Once again, the cautiousness in his voice was betrayed by the upward curls in the corners of his mouth.
Xavier, ever the predictable one, made things easier for Gordo.
“I want that puta to eat nothing but cum, si? I want her to eat it for breakfast, I want her to eat it for lunch, and dinner, dinner will be the same thing, hmm?”
“No real food?” Gordo asked, rhetorically, once again.
“Senor, do you have a problem with what I am saying?” Xavier said, once again making things easy for Gordo.
“I… will make the arrangements…” Gordo drew out his answer, letting his fake hesitation prolong the image of Xavier’s threatening smile, as if he were capitulating under duress.
“And do not forget, Senor, Senorita Croft is mine until her next master claims her. Once I am finished feeding her the cum of my people, you will continue to feed her nothing but cum on your journey away from here.”
“Jesus, man. Can we at least throw a little spice in there? You know? A little coffee, a little chicken?” Gordo said.
“…. and you will make this puta watch her being whored to my men, yes?”
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In the confinement of the Pleasure Mobile, Lara watched the virtual reality image of her cunt being left gaping while her next unwanted mate stepped up to claim her was interrupted by footage of the conversation between Gordo and Xavier.
“…. and you will make this puta watch herself being whored to my men, yes?”
Xavier wasn’t done fucking with her, even after he was done fucking her.
For 6 hours, Lara had watched herself strung up outside Xavier’s front gates, cum filling her from above and Xavier’s followers filling her from below, choking down semen and spit that had been recycled out of her own body.
In those 6 hours, she watched herself mating with anyone from Xavier’s village who had no compunction about public sex with a bound and helpless woman.
For 30 seconds, she watched herself gurgling hopeful entreaties to the nearby guards for her freedom as the funnel was getting close to being emptied, except now she could see the five gallon dispenser of sperm behind her cum stained virtual self.
For 30 seconds, she watched herself let out a series of lovely sobs when the guards rolled the dispenser in front of her and showed her what was inside, watched herself sob even harder as the glass funnel that fed her was topped off.
Then, for 30 hours, she watched herself continued to be fucked by Xavier’s followers, watched her funnel refilled with semen time and time again.
Finally, at the end of those 30 hours, she watched her own devastated reaction at being shown that more than half of the container still filled with cum, watched herself react to the promise that the remaining cum would be fed to her while she journeyed to meet her next master.
So, for the past 36 hours, Lara drank cum to the video of herself drinking cum and being fucked.
And now, she was watching Xavier and Gordo’s conversation.
“Jesus, man. Can we at least throw a little spice in there? You know? A little coffee, a little chicken?” Gordo was saying to Xavier…
“…. and you will make this puta watch her being whored to my men, yes?”
“You’re a sick man, Xavier.” Lara heard Gordo say, perhaps the first thing they’ve ever agreed on. She shuddered as Xavier responded with a hearty cackle.
As if on queue, the persistent dribble of semen onto her tongue from the nozzle strapped to Lara's mouth increased in flow.
The suitcase told her it was a latte, which was to say there was a little bit of coffee in it.
Preoccupied as she was trying to focus on the faint taste of “coffee”, Lara was in no shape to recognize the fiction in what she was seeing.
Like they did with Mark Tremaine, the facts had been manipulated.
Here, she was being shown manufactured evidence of Gordo’s “kindness” towards her.
Because of Gordo, breakfast had in it a little bit of syrup, as well as a little bit of Lara’s own milk.
Because of Gordo, Lunch had a little bit of chicken or beef flavoring.
Because of Gordo, dinner had in it a little bit of whatever flavoring wasn’t used for lunch.
Because of Gordo, Lara went from being fed cum to being fed slightly tastier cum.
By virtue of being less extreme than Xavier, Gordo was the good guy.
An ever-persistent figure in the corner of Lara’s virtual reality indicated how much she had yet to consume, diminishing at an agonizingly slow pace which she had no control over.
She would finish when they wanted her to, and not a moment sooner.
The footage of Xavier and Gordo’s conversation ended.
Thankfully, the footage did not return to the village.
Instead, Lara was now seeing and hearing a beautiful beach, of bright sunlight that she wished her skin could bask under, of dune-less white sand that she wished would her feet could step on to, of cool waves that she wished she could dive into.
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Captain Alvarez pulled his boat up next to the small ship flying the Peruvian Government’s flag
He watched as his crew helped the overweight smuggler huff the large suitcase down from the Peruvian ship into his boat, followed by a few more suitcases.
The heavy set boar of a man was a self-proclaimed Brit, despite his American accent, but Alvarez didn’t bother with questions.
The writ of passage from Senor Salvatorelli along with the received payment made such questions both dangerous and irrelevant.
It was a routine smuggling run for Alvarez.
Take over the transfer of illicit substances or items from a bribed government vessel after its eastward passage through Panama.
Then, a quick sprint through bought and paid for waters until he hit the wilderness of the Atlantic.
Following that was a quick 3 days journey before the next scheduled transfer.
In the dead of night on the 3rd day, Alvarez’s boat docked in the shadows of a sea vessel that dwarfed it by a hundred-fold.
The fat smuggler and the cargo were transferred over to the cruise liner, and Alvarez departed with the second half of his promised payment, giving no further thought to what he had been transporting, whom that cargo was for, and where it was headed.
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They were in one of the cruise liner’s luxury suites, the room’s expensive décor reflected in the floor length windows, beyond which was the endless pitch black Atlantic night.
Gordo kept one thumb hovering over the device in his hand as Lara delicately lifted herself out of the suitcase, groaning as she did so.
“Asshole…” she muttered, catching sight of Gordo after getting her bearings.
Covering herself with her hands, Lara shuffled past him, wincing as she tested her limited range of motions. Pain radiated from her entire body, making large movements difficult. Her breast, her vagina, her insides; she hurt everywhere.
She was covered in a sopping cold sweat, her body still reeling from the suitcase’s physical recovery regimens. Her abused holes had been drained, medicated, and treated for injuries and contaminants.
Lara didn’t want him to know that, mere moments earlier, she had been moved to tears by the reward of mouth wash after finishing the last of the cum.
She had tried to keep the sweet peppermint mouthwash in her mouth for as long as she could. Still, the taste of semen lingered in the back of her throat, mixed with bile that took immense control to hold down.
According to Fake Amelia's analysis, the amount of unique DNA profiles from inside Lara's vagina alone numbered in the mid-eighties.
The unique DNA samples in her digestive tract on the other hand numbered in the hundreds.
Gordo wisely decided not to comment on Lara’s recent diet but couldn’t help teasing Lara for bashfully covering her privates, shrinking under his gaze.
“Come on, luv, no need to be shy around little ol’ me.” He quipped.
“Asshole,” Lara cursed, looking down at the bed and finding neither sheets nor blankets to wrap around herself.
“Here,” Gordo tossed a T-shirt and a pair of panties in her direction.
He watched Lara picked the thrown articles of clothing up from the floor. She pulled the shirt over herself first, then inspect the panties. Gordo smiled when she found the slits in them.
“Hehe, can’t make things too easy for you.” He jested as she slid the black see through panties up her thighs, the slits naturally parting to allow for her glistening womanhood to peek through.
“All you had to do was keep him happy, and not attack him.”
“Oh fuck you…” Lara snapped back at Gordo, who raised both hands, feigning surrender but really so show her the remote on his hand which Lara assumed controlled the O-device inside of her.
Lara looked long and hard at the remote, before lowering her voice and setting back down onto the empty bed.
“You weren’t there. You didn’t see what that fucking psycho was already doing to me…” she seethed.
Gordo let her do so for as long as she liked, amused that she still had the wherewithal to keep her voice down, thinking she must have caught on to the fact that this new environment meant that she might be surrounded by an entirely new host of males.
“…you assholes and your fucked up plans.”
Lara finish expelling her pent-up grievances.
“You done?”
Lara refused to respond, choosing to ignore Gordo in favor of stretching herself out on the luxurious bed, having been kept in the fetal position inside the pleasure mobile for nearly two days.
“Here,” Gordo said, pointing at the half-eaten sandwich on the plate in front of him.
The offering of real food did the trick and brought Lara out of bed and over to Gordo, where she snatched the sandwich off the plate, keeping as much distance between him and herself as she did so.
Having gotten some guidance from Kitty, Gordo didn’t try to stop Lara as she stalked back to the bed and proceeded to scarf down Gordo’s leftovers.
“In case you didn’t know, I had nothing to do with what happened last week.” He said, playing the part of the innocent.
“…asshole…” Lara mumbled, swallowing the last of the sandwich.
Gordo smirked, reaching behind him to pull the white tablecloth off the room service cart.
One by one, he lifted the lids to the dishes, filling the room with their aromas. He smirked as he watched Lara snapped to attention, her eyes locking on the trays of food.
The pathetic woman’s eyes went wide as saucers, and she made a move for the cart, before coming to a halt with a small lurch as Gordo held up the remote.
“Now now, your highness. The Sandwich was a freebie. If you want something else, you’re going to have to play nice.”
Lara looked at Gordo, looked at the tantalizing food behind him, then back at the remote.
“What to you want?” she asked, her hands instinctively moving to shield her breasts and loins, looking quite vulnerable and skittish. Gordo thought it made her look cute.
Gordo held up the remote, and Lara tensed up as his thumb pressed down, bracing herself against the dreaded stimulation.
The suite’s sound system flared to life, filing the room with romantic 80’s music.
“Relax, luv.” Gordo picked up a bite sized piece of pastry from the cart.
With his other hand, he popped his dick out from under his boxers.
“Be a good girl and enjoy the tasting.” He said, beckoning Lara over with both offers of food and cock.
“I’m right here, waiting for you.” He said, snickering at his own droll use of the lyrics of the song that was playing.
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Without so much as a perfunctory knock on the door, five men came into Gordo and Lara’s suite.
At the lead was man was Trellick, who was dressed in a white sun suit, as if he were on vacation.
Behind Trellick was Damian, his personal guard, and behind the two of them, three Africans.
Trellick smiled at the compromising sight of Lara, who’s naked back was to them knelt before Gordo, who was sitting regally at the dining table.
Lara did not hear them enter, their presence behind her drowned out by the sexually charged pop music Gordo had chosen to put on in the suite.
Her T-shirt was discarded on the ground next to them, and she held her breasts in her hands, pressing both soft assets around Gordo’s thickly veined cock.
“What’ll it be this time, your highness?” Gordo said, looking down at where Lara titty fucked him.
Trellick couldn’t see the look Lara gave him.
“… the pork belly.” She said, and Gordo reached over with a fork and speared a small piece of Lara’s requested item, bring it down next to her mouth, watching as she took the offering of food without interrupting what she was doing with her breasts.
Gordo did not acknowledge the presence of the men, continuing to reward Lara’s affections with tiny morsels of food.
Trellick, out of professional courtesy as well as personal amusement, silently motioned for his followers not to interrupt the two.
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As fast as the ejaculate sprayed from Gordo’s pulsing cock head, Lara gulped it down, shuddering as doing so brought back memories of recent trauma.
She was in the middle of washing down the taste of semen with a small glass of chilled fruit drink when she finally saw the her five audience members from the corner of her eyes.
Trellick and Damians she immediately recognized, but it was the three dark Africans standing behind the two that really seized her attention.
Each one of the dark giants easily towered over two meters. Each one looked to easily weight over 100kg of deep ebony muscle.
Each one sported a menacing hump beneath the loin cloth that was the only thing they wore.
“… no…” Lara breathed, shaking with apprehension, and actually wrapped one arm around one of Gordo’s legs, looking up at him.
The pleading look of desperation on her face was almost enough to make Gordo hard again.
Feigning mercy and protectiveness, Gordo stroked her head with one hand, looking up at Trellick.
“So, what’s your history with her highness?” he said, pretending to stall for time, enjoying the feeling of Lara clutching him as if he could shelter her from the inevitable.
“We had a professional disagreement, I offered to negotiate, but Lady Croft decided the better option was for her to shoot her way through my men and abscond with something that wasn’t hers to take.”
“Well, the magazines don’t call her the Tomb Raider without reason, hehe.” Gordo said.
“That they do.” Trellick replied impassively.
Behind him, the three African giants seemed to spring to life, and without prompting from either Trellick or Damian, moved with agility belying their massive bodies as they pried Lara away from Gordo, dragging her towards the bed.
“Vincent… please… help…”
“Sorry, luv, I don’t think I have the manpower to help you there.” Was all Gordo said in response to Lara pleading for him to intervene.
Three loin cloths dropped to the ground, revealing three massive meat poles that dwarfed even Vasily’s cock.
“Would you like a tour of the ship, Mr. Gordo, after you’ve changed into something more fitting?” Trellick asked, smiling courteously at Gordo and ignoring the scene behind him, where Lara’s appeals for mercy was quickly devolving into muffled grunts and whimpers.
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