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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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Happy new year (2018->2019) everyone. I thought I ought to pump the gas and throw this one out there. Let me know what you guys think. Hopefully more to follow.

Edit: it was 11:54pm where I'm at when I posted. Just griping on the time zone for denying me a last second 2018 update.

Chapter 49: The Arab Prince #5: Subterfuge
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No effort had been made to hide the fact that Lara’s suite had been thoroughly ransacked. The suitcase Kitty had prepared for her emptied all over the floor, divided into two piles.
The first pile was made up of clothes, undergarments, and innocuous travel items.
The second pile could only be described as a sex addict’s travel companions.
All of which is being viewed as having been packed by the ‘Duchess’ herself.
<“Strip”> the guard captain said to Lara.
Humiliated, Lara did as she was told, shuddering when the captain gripped the tail butt plug and yanked it out of her with a pop.
Her gold jewelry were the next to go, roughly separated from her stiffened nubs and discarded, leaving only her piercings.
The manservant added Lara’s discarded clothes into the suitcase, intentionally leaving behind the bevvy of sex toys Kitty had packed for her, before taking the entire suitcase and heading for the door.
A denuded Lara blushed when the guard captain motioned for her to follow the manservant out of the suite.
“Please… give me something to wear…” the memories of her last week in Peru were resurfacing, and Lara shuddered as she imagined herself being passed between the denizens of the ship like what had happened in Xavier’s village.
“Is Lady Tits still trying to think?”
Coming from just outside of the open door, Damian’s voice caused Lara’s heart to skip a beat.
Forcing her leaden legs to move toward the door, Lara saw the imposing silhouettes of the Nubians standing behind Damian, providing a clear display of force.
Praying Damian wasn’t planning on having her fucked right there, Lara wordlessly stepped into the hallway, and that was when she saw the four females that trailed Damian’s men.
Before she could react to the sight of the four scantily clad women, Lara’s vision went black as the bag was pulled over her head once more, her arms already brutishly gripped and trapped behind her.
Minutes later…
Hassim, guard captain to Prince Samir, stood next to Damian and watched as Lara, the bag still over her head, was strung up inside the clear glass cell by Kitty and Anika, his eyes resting
on Lara’s shapely buttocks as the two men viewed her from behind the soundproof glass.
“Thank you.” He said to Damian.
“Your brothers would probably be happy to know that their deaths are being avenged as we speak.”
“So, what will you do to her?” Hassim asked.
“Oh, a bit of this, a bit of that. Why don’t you stick around and find out for yourself?” Damian snickered.
“The prince will be expecting her for dinner.”
“Of course, “ Trellick said coolly. “Which is why Captain should stay and ensure our punctuality. We wouldn’t want the prince to suspect that you no longer owe your allegiances to him.”
“Samir can go screw himself.” The guard captain spat. “I asked him for permission to look into the murder of my two brothers who served him loyally and all he’s done is continue drinking and whoring with the family money.”
Too preoccupied with the alluring sight happening on the other side of the glass, Hassim missed the knowing look shared between the other two men.
“Out of curiosity, how did you find out it was her who attacked you? I thought the entire convoy was slaughtered and there were no witnesses.” he asked.
“Truthfully, it was pure luck.” Trellick said. “The Duchess of Arlington came to us asking for information about artifacts we may have come across in our business dealings and showed us the photo that you found in her suitcase. She had no idea I was the one running that convoy.
“I see…”
“We couldn’t believe when she freely admitted to having taken the statue off of ‘some scummy Arabs who don’t need it anymore’, her words, not mine.” Damian added, holding up his hands feigning apprehension, gleeful that Lara couldn’t hear him and thus was unable to refute his fabrication. Hassim cursed angrily.
“Bitch… So, when is this murdering whore going to die?”
“My friend, where is your imagination?! There are things far worse than death, if you catch my drift.” Trellick said.
A slow smirk crept across Hassim’s face.
“Yes… yes… I like how you think. So… when will I be able to give this murdering whore a proper fucking in honor of my brothers?”
“That’s what we’re here to discuss. Now, thanks to your cooperation, the Duchess of Arlington will be able to spend the week at the Prince’s Moroccan palace, a crucial development for our plans for the future.”
“What can I do to help?” Hassim asked, not bothering to conceal the eagerness in his voice.
Inside the animal pens…
Lara would soon learn that most of the females aboard the ship held little status, and that some were viewed as little more than service animals.
Samir, in his infatuation with Lara, had ordered that the other females be kept hidden from the Duchess.
Thus, it came as a shock to Lara when the hood was removed to see the holding pens for service animals just out past the glass holding cell she was in.
Dozens of beautiful women, all scantily clad, were confined inside pens, like livestock in a stable, offered the barest of living accomodations.
Samir’s degrading treatment of her and his blasé attitude in letting Damian and the Nubians have their way with her was starting to make sense.
Hassim then informed Lara that Samir had requested that she be educated on “proper palace etiquette” for women in order to better fit in once she became a guest in his palace.
According to Hassim, Prince Samir, whose circumstances of upbringing had led him down the path of expecting all of his whims to be fulfilled, had been deeply offended by having to pamper this foreign noblewoman (“pamper?!” Lara exclaimed).
He lied to Lara. Hassim never received any such orders from Samir, but, as he no longer bore allegiance to the prince, was more than happy to put all of the blame onto the unwitting prince. The other men in the ship’s underbelly would support the same false narrative. Everything they were about to do to Lara was on the prince’s orders.
While Lara had been occupied trading her body to the prince while stealing data from his computer, Gordo,Takashi and Vladim had been busy preparing to introduce he to a whole new sort of entertainment.
Of course, they would have a bit of fun with her first.
“Mmmmmph!” Lara moaned as the bindings around her wrists, ankles and thighs swept her off her feet and spread her apart, dangling facedown over the floor, her puffy nipples already dribbling onto the floor.
“Open up for daddy,” Gordo said, yanking Lara’s head back by her pony tail so her mouth naturally fel agape, prodding her face with his chubby cock as he worked it to full attention.
As she submitted to the blowjob, Gordo released his hold on her hair and gripped her face in both hands. His thumbs pushed her eyelids upward, compelling eye contact between them and basking in her helpless glare as she drooled around him.
She could feel someone’s fingers slipping between the delicate flesh between her legs, pinching and playing around for a few moments, her eyes breaking contact with Gordo and fluttering as her pisser was pleasurably uncorked.
“Looks like she’s pissed herself dry.” Lara heard Damian say, feeling the hands that latched onto her thighs, holding her steady as another cock, Vladim’s by its feel, sheathed itself inside her quivering snatch.
Takeshi was busy wrapping some sort of harness around Lara’s suspended body, Damian helping the young Japanese man with working the breast collar around Lara’s chest, pushing the padded tug and girth against her waist and diaphragm.
Bringing the three pieces together was the “Saddle”, a small fixture pushed against the small of Lara’s back that was soon supporting her full weight as one by one her accoutrement of bondage were unified by the saddle, her arms trapped behind her, linked by the elbows to the saddle with her wrists rested against her backside.
“That’s it… daddy’s gonna blow!”
Gordo couldn’t help playing up his domination in front of fellow peers, even as
Lara could tell from his pathetic half-masted dribbles of cum into her mouth that he’s definitely been draining himself regularly since they last saw each other.
Vladim on the other hand had been hammering into her like a bronco, and the stimulation was too much for Lara to deny, and she submitted to the feeling of the Russian’s warm cum inside of her with her own orgasm.
Then, her vision went dark, shortly followed by her hearing, as the blinders and ear plugs were attached to her head. A moan escaped her as the plug was pulled from her aching ass, and her
ankles were freed and her foot guided back to the ground, half standing, half hanging by the connection to her saddle.
A screech of white noise filled Lara ears, drowning out any external sound, as the screens on the inside of the blinders came on. Words appeared across her vision, dancing across the disorienting static.
[Nod if you can read this.]
Lara, about to nod, recoiled as someone slapped her ass, then caught her arms by the wrist and held her steady for someone… Damian… to take her from behind, seemingly favoring her asshole like before.
[Nod if you can read this.]
Lara nodded,
[Raise your left leg above your head and keep it there.]
Shifting herself around Damian’s ass fucking, Lara complied, and the words disappeared into a dim static.
Someone started playing with her breasts, sucking and squeezing them, and Lara assumed correctly that it was Takeshi when she finally felt the shape that was his penis slide into her well used cunt, double teaming her in a joint effort not unlike what they had done to her while she was incarcerated.
In the middle of it all, Lara’s vision was transported to a birds eye view of the glass cage, where she was watching herself being violated by the two men, while Gordo seemed to be fiddling with a tablet nearby.
Lara tried to close her eyes to block out the image, but pain forced her to reopen them and see that Gordo had reached over and pinched a handful of her tit flesh, afterwards up to the camera to show Lara the image of her own retina’s blinking away tears on his tablet screen.
Sound came back into her ear, sounds of herself reacting to being fucked, transmitted through the mic on the tablet.
Someone was entering the glass cell… before Lara could see who they were, however, her vision cut to static.
A few minutes later…
The track appeared before the freshly dressed pony.
The cart was attached.
[Ready… set… go…] the display said.
And off Lara went, teeter tottering in her new footwear, exquisitely curved boots whose horse-shoe shaped rubber treads kept her on the balls of her feet.
[Tutorial Begins. Do your best!]
Start… the pony butt plug started to vibrate. Lara pushed off, feeling resistance in her harness as she pulled the simulation cart forward, the weight of the cart around her hips and its pull against the small of her back, where the harness was. The way the harness was attached to the cart caused Lara to naturally lean forward.
Faster… a shock coursed through the butt plug, so painful that it might as well have been a whip snapping against her hind quarters.
Turn… the vibrating plug curled inside Lara, its bulbous tip easily conveying the desired direction of the turn.
Slower… the butt plug inflated itself briefly, deflating when the desired deceleration had been achieved.
Stop… the butt plug inflated itself to the point of making it painful to walk.
Start… faster…turn… slower… one by one, the signals, the sharpness of turns and the abruptness of accelerations, were taught to Lara, the display treating the entire affair as if it were an actual video game tutorial.
Cold air blasted Laras exposed skin, where the leather lined gold breast collar supported her bare chest and nipples. The cold flowed between her naked thighs, gusting around her wetted sex, chilling her clitoris as it had been trapped outside of its cover by a dangling bell.
Stop...
Someone was getting into the cart she was pulling. Even if the virtual reality headset affixed to her head allowed for unlimited motion, the collar around her neck prevented Lara from even thinking of tuning her head, nor could she hear any sounds from the real world.
A tiny screen popped up in the corner of Lara’s vision.
It showed her a downward view of her backside, the twitching of her hips and tail, and of her actual surroundings inside a small blacked out room with air vents blowing on her, much of the visibly floor beneath her being an omnidirectional treadmill.
The answer to the question of whether the introduction of a passenger was simply being simulated by the weights of the fake-cart was answered shortly thereafter as it became apparent that the camera providing this view was mounted on someone else’s virtual reality headset.
Before Lara could figure out who that person was, the screen disappeared, and now all Lara could see was static.
Start… the directions came again, and now Lara could only rely on the guidance of the tail buttplug and the flashes of words across her static vision to know what to do.
The weight of the cart around her hips was heavier, the harness wrapped around her body more resisting, the directions coming from the tail more unpredictable, more human.
Even though she had just been shown enough humiliating third person view to know that she was just being made to pull at a mock-cart mounted atop a large treadmill, it was easy for the nightmarish scenario to claim her, especially now that it was shown to her that someone was sitting right behind her, controlling her.
Stop…
Having blindly pulled the cart for what seemed like an eternity, weaving her way blindly through static void, Lara was now sweating, shivering from the simulated wind, but panting and warmed up from the exertion.
For a few seconds, no new orders transmitted through the tail plug.
Then, a pair of hands was feeling up Lara’s body, one sliding below her to explore her unoccupied pussy, the other grabbing the saddle behind her so her hind quarters were pushed back towards the rider.
Whoever the hands belonged to quickly found a home inside Lara, gripping the hairs from her tail and pulling them up out of the way to reveal her nether lips, slipping himself inside and starting to fuck her while she was strapped to the cart.
“Who…” Lara started to ask, then blushed, realizing how shameful it is that she could even tell that the cock currently pistoning in and out of her pussy was foreign to her.
Ohk Eshivar…
Jacqueline Natla’s ghost trembled with ecstasy as the unwitting subject of its possession, Captain Hassim, spilled his vengeance-filled seed into the subjugated form of Lara Croft.
Do try to enjoy your status as an animal, Lara. I certainly am…
Merging herself with Lara’s subconsciousness, Natla moaned vicariously as enhanced hormones and endlessly firing erogenous nerve endings sent Lara into an angst-laden spiral of pleasure.
The embarrassment Natla felt from Lara due to her sensuous breasts twitching and discharging milk was the perfect ending to this little tryst with the unwittingly used Hassim.
As the guard captain pulled his diminishing member from Lara’s still convulsing vagina, Natla’s unearthly consciousness reached out reached out, hijacking the nearby nexus that was Samir’s jeweled ring. Using that nexus, Natla poured her influence into the tiny disc shaped microchip embedded into the flesh of Lara’s uterine walls.
The same chip that the pitiful human males called the Orgasm Device had been implanted inside of Lara just before she awoke tied in a straightjacket and naked from the waist down in the white padded prison cell.
To Natla’s delight, and Lara’s anguish, this sort of thing had only gotten progressively easier given recent events.
She manipulated Lara’s body via the microchip, upon which a tiny emblem bearing her signature, “Natla Technologies”, had been inscribed using Everest’s own shard of what the foolish man believed to be the Philosopher’s Stone.
I won’t let you be broken so soon, Lara… were the Natla’s cruel thoughts,
Taking advantage of Lara’s post orgasm haze, Natla dulled the memory of the hapless girl’s most recent addition to her repeated violations. Reinforcing her psyche, the ghostly Atlantean used the eitr-infused microchip to convert Hassim’s ejaculate into a new substance which was then used to repair Lara’s strained muscle tissues and hyperstimulated nerve endings.
There there, Lara dear. No enthrallment, no pregnancies, and no going catatonic on me… learn to crave the oblivion that the pleasure brings you. Natla cooed mercilessly, lamenting that fact that Lara could not hear her cruel words.
Direct contact with the blue eitr was quite dangerous, as the otherworldly energy was as corrosive as it was powerful. Those that couldn’t properly control the eitr would gradually be eaten away spiritually, then physically, until they were reduced to thralls as Amelia Croft was.
Natla, on the other hand, whose body has long since been absorbed into the eitr, had survived with her spirit intact. In doing so, she had gained a far more intimate knowledge of how the eitr worked.
It seemed that feeding the eitr erogenous biomatter, be it the semen of men or Lara’s own vaginal excretions, was a suitable way of preventing further corrosion of the body itself.
After Lara had absorbed the dense concentration of eitr from the Peruvian nexus, with Evan Hanson having been partially enthralled as a convenient sacrifice, Natla still had to use the seminal fluids of Xavier’s entire village as a replacement biomatter to quell the corroding properties of the eitr as it settled into Lara’s core, infusing itself into the glowing “Natla Technologies” emblem on the microchip.
In the midst of the euphoria of spilling his seed into the hole that was supposedly reserved for Prince Samir, a stray thought wandered across Hassim’s mind.
‘I wonder what would Samir think if he found out what we’re doing to this bitch.’ he mused.
It is of no concern of ours… Ohk Eshivar… let my will be your own...
Natla’s whispered conveyed her will through Samir’s nearby ring, masquerading itself as Hassim’s own will.
Responding to her wishes and believing he was in secret rebellion to his master, Hassim giddily unbuckled Lara from the simulation chariot, keeping her blinders and earpieces on while he led her out of the VR “training room” and over to where she was temporarily restrained inside one of the animal pens and hosed down, before being collected by Anika and Kitty, to be prepped for her dinner with Samir.

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Author’s notes: Lada lada usual begging for feedback yada yada. I may have to do more proof reading on this but most of the plot points should be solid.
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