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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 45: The Arab Prince #1: False Flag Operation
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Inside Lara’s suite…
Even the smallest of the three Africans rivaled Vasily in size and girth, and all three moved with a well-practiced dexterity that defied their hulking stature, cornering Lara until she was next the bed.
Realizing that escape was highly improbable and the worst thing she could do was hurt the men enough to make them mad at her, Lara nevertheless made a show of twisting and bucking her body as the three Africans tried to maneuver her into their desired position.
Make them earn this, she thought, even as the men held her body a few feet off the ground, the two slightly smaller men grappling with her upper body while the last man’s beastly hands pried her legs apart, pulling her wide until his monstrous cockhead pressed against her glistening sex. Lara tried to twist her hips but cried out in pain as the vice like grips near her knees pushed outwards another few centimeters.
<“Relax.”> The owner of the terrifying cockhead said in Sudanese, his rumbling voice equally terrifying. Lara looked into his dark face. Her brown eyes met with an electric blue glare, and suddenly couldn’t break contact, their gazes tethered together as the man’s giant cockhead moistened itself against her dripping slit, pressed her apart, sinking into her one agonizing centimeter at a time.
Lara, not the least bit willing, could do nothing, her body seizing up as it swallowed its huge guest. Her breathing became quick and shallow as the invader bottomed out in her pussy, and then some. Her cunt’s occupier shifted his bear-like hands to grip her hips, squeezing them and using that leverage to bring her body onto his phallus.
A terrible pleasure reverberated through her body, threatening to shatter her consciousness.
For the love of god, let me hold myself up, Lara dimly thought, wishing they’d let her brace her arms against her rapist at the very least. Instead, her upper body was pulled backward, looking at the inverted sight of a second cock, which soon filled her to her gullet.
Her field of view was obscured by the undercarriage of the second man as he slowly reciprocated himself into and out of her face, His fingers wrapped around her slender neck.
As she was pressed like an accordion and spit roasted, Lara felt the mouth of the last man enveloped one of her nipples, his hands grabbing her other tit. She moaned around the cock in her mouth as her ultra-sensitive breasts were strongly suckled and fondled.
Elsewhere on the ship, where Gordo was being given a tour of...
It may be more fitting to describe the cruise liner’s appearance as that of a floating palace.
A large swath of the top of the cruise liner was richly planted with living foliage, lavish walkways and bridges. The Command deck’s sleek panoramic glass walls were engineered to hide its dual purpose as a luxury suite, perched atop a glass walled mansion overlooking spacious pavilions, artificial rock formations, cliff walls, and even a waterfall feeding fresh water into a clear pond filled with colorful aquatic specimens.
All of the natural flora and fauna was protected from ocean elements by an impressive domed glass wall, that blended seamlessly into the command deck.
Several large pieces of the reinforced biome could also be opened. Some to gather wind, and others to allow access to the unobtrusive helipads and service lifts outside of the biome.
The fifteen stories underneath the mansion and artificial nature fully dispensed with the clutter of tourism centric dwellings and commercial shops and restaurants, and was manned by a skeletal crew.
This left incredible amounts of real estate for specialized fixtures and extravagances that the owners of the ship might require.
Damian described the luxury aspects to Gordo while the two men toured the practical elements, something that filled their guest with envy and desire. Trellick had taken off to his suite for some reason, trusting Damian to conduct the orientation.
After passing through highly restrictive security, the two men entered the biomedical research wing. Here, Gordo was greeted by Kitty and Anika, both of whom were dressed in lab coats and seemed quite familiar with the few other lab personnel.
Following that was the holding area for the service animals, with cells of various designs, some with glass walls on all sides and others with only small viewing ports on doors. For the moment, none of the glass cells were occupied.
And lastly was the specialized “training” area, which was where Trellick and Damian introduced Gordo to his temporary co-workers, Takeshi “The Otaku” Takamoto, and Vladim “The Blacksmith” Kuznetsov.
Interspersed upon the staff of those three areas were twelve gorgeous women that Gordo recognized from their participation in Lara’s erotic initiation into the organization, alongside Kitty and Anika.
Two hours later, right when Gordo was finished with the orientation of the facilities and was finally being led towards the luxury areas, he was passed by the three giant Africans, now clothed, who were pushing what was clearly Lara Croft’s suitcase in the direction of the lab.
Meanwhile, inside the rolling suitcase…
Lara was still twitching from the string of painfully unwanted orgasms when they stuck her back into the pleasure mobile.
The regular sized phalluses in the pleasure mobile felt lacking to Lara, who shuddered at her own humiliating thought. Even now, her medicated pussy throbbed, as did her rectum and her gullet. Everywhere felt stretched, pulled apart to near breaking, and worst of all, she squirmed with arousal.
The infuriating imitation of her mother, Fake-Amelia, was whispering in her ears, encouraging her with small shocks to her clit to flex down on the rods inside her, to “tighten that pretty tush and cunt back up for your masters.”
Trapped within her suitcase prison, Lara looked at the VR video of Trellick with loathing. The latter was speaking to her from the comforts of his own suite, a 3d camera transmitting his surroundings to the screens millimeters from Lara’s eyes. It sickened Lara when he told her that the savage fucking delivered to her by the African giants, or Nubians, had been decided on a whim by Damian, with no real purpose in mind.
Trellick glibly dismissed the decision as “a gentle hazing.”, using Lara’s violence against Xavier Salvatorelli as justification.
“I promise you will be spared further rough treatment, provided you accomplish the tasks asked of you.” Trellick nonchalantly said to her.
It sickened Lara to see the TV in Trellick’s background showing a live feed of her suitcase being pushed through the service corridors by the Nubians.
“Can I expect your full cooperation?” Trellick asked. Fake-Amelia told Lara to grind her hips against the invaders inside her lower holes; back and forth for “yes”, and side to side for “no”.
Left with no real choice, Lara rolled her hips in place, flexing back and forth against her enclosure. Trellick saw the indication on his tablet that Lara had responded affirmatively with her genitals. He smiled at her via the camera, and Lara watched him enter something into his tablet.
She moaned around her feed tube as the stimulation to her body ramped up, her body already aroused from the chemicals used to clean it.
Trellick looked down at his screen long enough to see that Lara had received his “reward”, before looking back into the camera.
“Excellent. I will see you soon, and give you your mission details then.”
What mission? Lara had the time to think before the screen in front of her eyes abruptly cut to black, the pitch darkness amplifying the sensations of the pleasure mobile’s deep-cleaning functions as they kicked in, sending her into hibernation mode.
An indeterminate time later…
Infiltration, ingratiation, theft, then extraction.
That was Lara’s assignment aboard the ship: a cruise liner whose guests were all elite denizens of the world’s shadowy underbellies. Trellick for one described knowledge of the vessel as being an earned privilege.
“I assure you it’s quite private.” He informed Lara.
They were in a sterile lab cell, with sparse aluminium furniture and white walls.
Chains from the corners of the room kept Lara standing in a spread-eagled fashion, and as she and Trellick talked, Kitty and Anika prepped her body for her assignment.
Lara’s target was Samir, a middle-aged Saudi Prince who also happens to own a majority share of the ship itself, essentially using it as his personal floating palace.
“Wait… don’t you work for Samir?” she recollected.
“Correction, I’ve conducted business with Prince Samir of House Saud, yes.” Trellick said.
“But, it would seem that the Interpol has leveraged that to convince me to steal some very sensitive information from his personal computer.”
“...Why me?” Lara asked, her eyes narrowed.
“Because when you robbed us three years ago, you killed thirteen of Prince Saud’s men sent to escort my business interests and stole a small statue that was supposed to end up in his personal collection.” Trellick said, casually glancing at Lara’s snatch as Kitty started “cleaning” it with a vibrator coated in oils and solvents. He caught the eyes of Damian, who looked up from ogling Lara’s trembling ass from behind, and the two shared a smile.
“Now, I kept that little fact a secret, so we might interpret that as you owing me a favor.”
<“Lady tits won’t mind if I browse a little?”> Damian whispered into Lara’s ear as he leaned against her back, his two hands snaking around her ribcage and grabbing both breasts, fondling them.
The hold around her tits tightened, and Lara’s eyes lit up with fury as she was milked, her breasts spraying their contents all over the white ceramic floor. Even so, she held back the impulse to headbutt Damian right in the nose. She did not want to give them the same excuse she gave Xavier to torment her even more than they already are.
Sensing her capitulation, Damian took it one step further, reaching one hand down to find the gold barbell Lara was wearing on her clitoris and vigorously tease the pierced nub.
<“No balls either, haha”> he said, tugging the barbell ever so slightly, but enough to elicit a willful whine from Lara.
“Unnngh… seriously, who the fuck names their kid Damian?” she said spitefully.
“Hah, I’ll have you know that I chose that name for meself, girl.” Damian mocked in his best Texan effort at a British accent.
“And that’s supposed to make it better?” Lara scoffed.
“Her asshole should be sparking clean too, but be a dear and check for us, would you, sweetie?” Kitty sultrily said from between Lara’s squirming thighs, interrupting the banter. Damian cackled, and shifted his other hand behind Lara, hooking two fingers up against her sphincter to toy with her anal passage.
“Did you grease up little Miss Piggy here too?” he joked, feeling the slickness in Lara’s rectum. Lara, unable to answer the humiliation, closed her eyes in disgust. Her fists were so balled up that her nails dug into her palm.
“We certainly did you smart boy.” Kitty said, which was odd because Damian, scarred and grizzled as he was, was clearly older than everyone in the cell.
“It’s a slow aphrodisiac. Last for hours without being too distracting for her, but the fun part is how much it spruces up a cock inside of her ass.” Kitty chimed, clearly taunting Lara to the amusement of Damian, who fingered her ass as he tortured her clit.
Lara’s eyes snapped open as a strange sensation suddenly blossomed from both of her nipples. Anika had just placed two gold nipple covers over her areolas. Each cover was smooth on top, but mounted onto the nipple via a locking mechanism wherein tiny electro-magnets inside the covers sucked Lara’s pierced nipples into an unseen cavity, which was sized just slightly smaller than the nipples themselves.
“Cant have you leaking milk when you’re talking to the prince.” Anika said, her sneering face rising to envelop Lara in a forceful kiss. She squeezed each of the now-stoppered tits, and was rewarded with a trembling moan as Lara’s breasts tried in vein to relieve the pressure.
Damian had unzipped his fly, intending to test out the effects of the anal aphrodisiac for himself. Kitty shot him a stern look, which was enough to stop him mid-penetration, before letting out a charming laugh as she beckoned him over, taking Damian into her mouth and caressing his undercarriage with one hand while still continuing to slide the “cleaning” tool in and out of Lara’s sopping cunt with the other hand.
Through all this, Trellick patiently waited, waited until Lara was bucking from her third uninterrupted orgasm until he resumed the briefing. Damian had also finished inside Kitty’s mouth, and the pair watched with much amusement as Kitty grabbed Lara by the scrub and dipped in for a kiss, bearing down on the hapless girl to let Damian’s cum dribble into Lara’s slackened mouth.
“Now, as I was saying, you owe me, but in a way, you also owe Prince Samir, but I have a plan that should keep everyone happy.”
“Everyone… *cough* except me… *cough*” Lara sputtered, breathless and miserable.
“Then you’ll be glad that I’m giving you a chance to not get the literal shit fucked out of you for the next two weeks.” Trellick said, his words a sharp contrast to his calm demeanor.
“…what… uunnnnngh… do you want me to do?” Lara said, groaning as Anika had just added a third piece of jewelry to her body, this one a golden ornament to match her nipple covers. Lara’s clit was compelled by magnets up into the ornament, pulled by it but also pulling it inwards. Anika carefully tucked the ornament in against Lara’s clitoral hood, although no one expected Lara to thank her.
“Prince Samir is currently a guest aboard this ship. I’m going to introduce you to him in an official capacity, and he will be led to believe that you are simply another VIP guest.” Trellick said.
“Show her.”
Kitty retrieved a small oblong metal rod with rounded features from the nearby table and held it up to Lara.
“This is a wireless transmitter. It is programmed to break into the Prince’s cell phone and his computer once it is within five meters of it.” Trellick explained, as Kitty dipped back down between Lara’s legs and started to stash the small rod up inside Lara’s urethra, pushing it in until it fully disappeared from view.
“Your task is simple. I will introduce you to Prince Samir. You are going to take a shine to him and convince him to invite you back into his private quarters. Once there, it is your job to get yourself to within five meters of his computer, and stay there long enough until the data has been transferred.”
“How will I know if the device is workwaaagh!” Lara yelped as the inserted device buzzed inside her pisser for a couple of seconds.
“The device will let out one buzz whenever it scans a new wireless signature, with a five second pause between every new scan.” Trellick explained.
“When it finds the Prince’s cellphone, it will buzz twice, then keep buzzing until the download is complete. The same will happen with the prince’s laptop, which has to be powered on before the transfer can start.” Kitty followed Trellick’s explanation by using her tablet to send a sample buzz to Lara, who managed to keep a straight face now that she knew what to expect.
“And how am I supposed to convi..” Lara started to ask, but immediately realized the simple answer to her question.
She was to seduce the Prince to gain access to his private quarters. It needn’t be explained how she was expected to go about doing that.
“… how long will it take for the downloads to complete?” she asked, changing her question.
“Well, that depends on how close you can get to the sources. Assuming you’re right next to the source, it shouldn’t be more than thirty minutes a piece. The device will buzz three time when it has successfully finished siphoning data.”
Anika was finishing dabbing the post-orgasm sweat from Lara’s face, and was now starting to apply makeup for her, lining her eyes, fixing lashes and applying rouge while Kitty organized Lara’s hair back into her trademark ponytail, securing it with a diamond studded gold band.
“This… information… it will be of use to Interpol?” Lara asked, trying to find a silver lining to her impending mission.
“It is certainly of great interest to them, yes.”
“And you will be happy with just that?”
“As long as you don’t blow your cover.” Trellick cautioned. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out the faded photo of a small golden statue, the very one that Lara had stolen three years earlier.
“This can not lead back to me, I’m sure you understand. If you are caught, you will be disavowed, and I might be forced to reveal to the Prince that you’re the one responsible for his men’s death three years ago. I will say that I tricked you into trying to steal information from his laptop because you’re obsessed with his antique collection and wanted to rob him. Not a very hard story to sell given your reputation.”
Lara did not seem to have a retort to Trellick’s planned alibi. Or, if she did, the implicit threat of spending more time with the Nubians was enough for her to keep quiet.
“What if… he asks me to take off these things on my chest?” she asked, referring to her nipple covers.
Trellick reached out and, touching Lara for the first time in weeks, grasped one of the covers and gave it a brisk tug.
Expecting great pain, Lara flinched, but was relieved when she only felt a sting as the cover snapped free of the magnetic latches. The breast, suddenly uncorked, let out a fine spray of milk, which Trellick wiped away with a handkerchief before replacing the cap over that nipple, staunching further flow.
“Then I guess he’s in for a bit of a show.” He jested.
“Luckily for you, the Prince is known to be quite explorative when it comes to sex so I can only imagine that working in your favor.”
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