Chapter 4 - Four

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Tomb Raider: Origins, Part 4

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“Lara?!”, Zip yelled into his head-set, “Lara, snap out of it! Get a hold over yourself, girl!”.

He watched, wide-eyed, as Lara’s slender fingers fumbled with Tanaka’s belt buckle on the screen before him.

“Aw, man... Lara, come on, you gotta wake up. Your name is Lara Croft, you’re the daughter of a British lord. You’re an adventurer, and right now you’re working undercover for Interpol, you hear me, Lara? You’ve just infiltrated a Yakuza mob meeting to gather evidence on Boss Tanaka and put the son of a bitch behind bars... not to suck on his damn dick!... Lara?! Are you even...”, he trailed off, noticing something on the floor beside Tanaka’s chair: a small metallic object of some sort, glinting beneath the room’s bright lights.

He thumbed a rubber control stick on the console before him, zooming in on the object until he recognised it.

“Aw, now that cain’t be good...”.

Lara’s earpiece.

It must have fallen out when Tanaka yanked her over his lap, or maybe when he was spanking her ass. Either way, there was no way Zip could reach her now – short of going in there himself.

“Aw, shit, you have gotta be kiddin’ me...”.

The tech head wracked his brains, trying to come up with a plan – some way of rescuing his boss without, A, blowing her cover, or, B, getting himself, and her, killed in the process. But who was he kidding – the Green Dragon was Yakuza fucking city tonight. The place was playing host to a meeting between the bosses of every major crime syndicate in Tokyo. He’d be gunned down in a heartbeat if he tried a frontal assault. And no way was he getting in the same way Lara did; he didn’t have the thighs for a French maid outfit.

“Hell, I din’t sign up for this shit”, Zip whined, “I don’t even get me no, whatcha’ call it... hazardous duty pay”.

It was official – his boss’s first big mission was falling apart at the seams. She was in over her head, about to get royally fucked.

“Ah, well”, Zip sat back and settled in to watch, “at least we got the evidence, I guess. And all they gonna do is make her give a little head... er, I guess. What’s the worst that can happen...”.

***

Tanaka’s cock twitched beneath his shorts, filling out with hot blood, as Lara’s cool slender palms caressed the insides of the crime lord’s bare thighs. The beautiful young English woman was down on her knees at the big man’s feet, lightly chewing on her plump lower lip, while fondling and gently squeezing his huge hairy balls. She slipped her hand inside the leghole of Tanaka’s shorts and, delving deeper, found the ex-sumo’s thick, pulsating cock-shaft, and encircled it with her slim fingers.

“Yes...”, Tanaka groaned, “that’s very nice, my dear. Pleasant indeed. Tell me, what is your name?”.

Lara stroked the crime boss’s burgeoning erection slowly back and forth inside his shorts, watching, fascinated, as it lengthened and thickened steadily in her palm, swelling to an impressive foot-long length and wrist-thick girth.

“L-Lara”, she stammered, barely aware of what she was doing: blowing her cover. “My name is... Lara Croft”.

“Splendid”, Tanaka smiled. “Now tell me, Ms. Croft, how do you feel? Are you enjoying yourself?”

Lara fondled the big man’s uncircumcised cock-head, shuddering at its scalding heat and generous heft. She pulled his shaft down inside his shorts, and it’s tip popped out just below his leg hole – she was desperate, for some reason, to see it.

“I... I feel very good, thank you for asking”, she said breathlessly, without taking her eyes away from the crime boss’s bulbous cock-tip. “I’d say I’m... enjoying myself... quite a lot actually, Mr Tanaka”.

Tanaka tucked a few loose strands of Lara’s glossy brunette hair back behind her ear, then stroked his palm over her soft luxurious mane. Loosening her ponytail he combed his fingers through Lara’s long chestnut brown locks and allowed them to cascade down around her face and shoulders.

“I would like you to service me, Ms. Croft”, he said flatly. “Pleasure my erection with your hands and mouth”.

Lara’s eyes clouded over for a moment. Her lovely white brow furrowed as though she were trying to remember the name of some seldom-met acquaintance, or was having trouble recalling the precise location of a once-visited coffee shop down the back alleys of some exotic locale. Something in her mind told Lara that Tanaka’s request was strange, that it was wrong for her - a rich British aristocrat - to obey such a... brazen demand. But then the thought, curiously, dissipated. Only the memory of her reluctance remained – then not even that. Her mind blanked: unquestioning, passive, submissive – vacuous. Lara lived only in the moment – no past, no future, no identity. Just her body: humming, tingling – on fire.

She nodded, leaning forward, inhaling the scent of Tanaka’s big hard cock. Lara’s cheeks coloured warm pink. Her long brown bangs tickled the crime lord’s thighs. Without any further prompting, Lara peeled Tanaka’s foreskin back, revealing the fleshy pink heart of his mushroom-shaped dick-tip. Then she puckered up her full ruby lips and placed a soft lingering kiss on the crime lord’s urethra. Cradling the underside of Tanaka’s straining shaft, Lara brought it up to her mouth and started licking and sucking on his cock head, moaning as droplets of translucent precum beaded on his piss slit and tantalised her tongue with a deliciously salty, musky taste.

“As you can see, gentlemen”, Tanaka kept his cool admirably, “the subject loses almost all sense of sexual inhibition, and finds herself compelled to service any member of the opposite sex who shows even a passing interest in her”.

The other bosses nodded, gulping down drinks and wiping sweat from their brows.

“Ms. Croft?”, Tanaka prompted the kneeling, cock-worshipping English woman. “I want you to continue servicing me with your mouth, and then, when my cock is fully erect, I am going to turn you around, bend you over this table and fuck you in front of all of these men. Does that sound like something you would enjoy doing, Lara?”

Lara gazed up at the crime boss, long brown lashes fluttering over big hazel eyes. She nodded, briefly allowing Tanaka’s cock head to slip from her salivating mouth. “Yes, Mr. Tanaka... I... I think I would like that... very much, sir.”

She took Tanaka’s cock back into her mouth and continued swirling her tongue round and round on his mushroom-shaped dick-tip. Her plump ruby lips stretched taut around the big man’s girth - forming a pouty red oval about halfway down its length - as Lara took Tanaka further and further into her mouth, swallowing as much of his hot meat as she could manage while it was still constrained within his shorts. Lara’s flushed cheeks warmed the insides of Tanaka’s thighs as she nuzzled her face down between his spread legs. She teased and stroked the underside of his balls with her manicured fingernails, then cupped them in her palms and lightly squeezed them.

“Now take it out, Ms. Croft”, Tanaka stroked Lara’s hollowed cheek, “and lick every inch of the shaft, coat it with your saliva”.

Lara tugged Tanaka’s shorts and slacks down to his knees, his thick rod rising up beneath her chin, brushing against her neck and chest as she leaned over him. She gulped, scared and excited at the same time by the crime boss’s big veiny shaft and huge pendulous balls. She tried to wrap her hand around the base of his cock, but it looked childlike by comparison; she couldn’t even get her fingers all the way around it. Leaning forward, Lara applied her tongue to Tanaka’s balls, then dragged it smoothly upward over the entire length of his shaft. She reached the tip, pursed her lips and rubbed them slowly back and forth over the underside of Tanaka’s shiny purple dick-tip. Wrapping both of her hands around the middle of his shaft, Lara started pumping it steadily, twisting her grip in a slow, rhythmic motion. Pulling his foreskin back to give herself better access to the fleshy red areas just below Tanaka’s cock head, Lara slathered her tongue-tip all over the crime boss’s hypersensitive dick-flesh, then pursed her lips and suckled on the tube that ran along its underside.

Tanaka sat back in his chair and let out a contented sigh, forgetting his sales pitch for a moment, as Lara serviced his cock like a seasoned slut, sliding her soft ruby lips and pliant pink tongue up and down over its entire length - balls to piss-slit, over and over again - until the entire thing, including the crime lord’s huge bulbous helmet, glistened with her saliva.

“You see, gentlemen”, he spoke without opening his eyes, resting one hand on top of Lara’s bobbing head, “how docile and tractable the subject becomes once U4EM has entered her system. She is only too happy to oblige”.

He guided Lara’s lips back up to the head of his cock, then pushed it into her mouth. Lara accepted the crime lord’s rod gladly, widening her jaw to accommodate Tanaka’s probing girth as it backed up in her throat and bulged out her gullet. She suppressed her gag reflex, tears welling up in her big hazel eyes, making them sparkle; she choked on syrupy saliva going the wrong way down her windpipe; but uttered not a word of complaint as the crime lord stuffed her throat, feeding her about four-fifths of his meat - nine thick inches.

Extending her tongue Lara lapped at the shaft’s underside, gazing up at Tanaka eagerly, seeking his approval. Tanaka smiled down at her condescendingly. He stroked Lara’s glossy chestnut hair as he slowly fucked the tomb raider’s throat, thrusting into her tight gulping oesophagus until she wretched on his glistening pole. He pulled back a little then - gave her a chance to breathe - and tilting Lara’s head first one way and then the other, he bulged out either side of the English woman’s face, rubbing his meaty dick-tip against the insides of her slippery-hot cheeks, distending Lara’s plump lips lewdly until a stream of clear drool escaped from her stuffed mouth and started dribbling down over her small, pert chin – wetly splattering on Lara’s cleavage.

Eventually, after another few minutes of this slow-paced tongue-aided face-fucking, Tanaka gathered up a handful of Lara’s hair and, tilting her head back, extracted his spit-shiny erection from her overflowing mouth.

“Stick out your tongue, Ms. Croft”, he said sternly.

Gasping for breath, Lara complied. She extended her small pink tongue as far as it would go - lapping at her chin - then sat expectantly at the crime boss’s feet like an obedient pet awaiting a reward.

Tanaka rose to his feet, looming over her. Cupping the back of Lara’s head in one hand, he grasped the base of his shaft in the other, and then proceeded to slap his oversized purple cock head against Lara’s soft pink tongue several times. Over and over again Tanaka smacked his plum-sized dick-tip down against the slippery-hot flesh of Lara’s extended appendage, shaking out his rubbery shaft, jerking it until it swelled in his hand, tautened, and went rigid – now a solid thirteen inches long.

“No matter how demeaning your request may be, gentlemen”, he addressed the table, still swabbing his dick tip back and forth over Lara’s unrolled speech organ, “the subject will obey, immediately, with no consideration of her own dignity. Observe”.

He stopped slapping his cock head against Lara’s tongue - which was by now aching excruciatingly, its root cramping in waves - then let go of her hair. No longer even touching Lara anymore, Tanaka stood with his huge, rigid cock shaft pointing directly at her face.

“Ms. Croft?”.

Lara looked up at him, bleary-eyed. “Y-yes?”.

“I want you to take my cock into your mouth, Ms. Croft”, he said slowly, enunciating each word, “and then I want you to swallow it down your throat as far as possible, do you understand?”

Lara licked her lips. She shuddered weirdly, her smooth thighs quivering as she knelt before Tanaka’s chair, turned on by the request, but confused. Why was she acting like such a... common slut?

“Ms. Croft”, Tanaka raised his voice, scary, “I said, do you understand?”

“Y-yes...”, Lara blurted, “yes, I-I... understand”.

She reached up to grasp his shaft, leaning forward, opening her mouth - eager to please - but Tanaka brushed her hands away.

“No, you are not to use anything but your mouth and the muscles of your neck”, he said severely. “Clasp your hands behind your back, Ms. Croft, so you won’t be tempted to disobey”.

Lara frowned, doubtful that she could accomplish Tanaka’s near-Herculean challenge without hugging the big man’s ass for leverage. But she didn’t - couldn’t - disobey, and promptly clasped her hands behind her back.

Taking a deep breath, Lara leaned forward, wrapped her lips around Tanaka’s cock head, and started pushing her mouth, inch by slow inch, down towards his balls.

***

“Daaaammnnnnn....”

Zip shook his head in disbelief, watching, dumbfounded, as his hot new boss strained to deepthroat thirteen thick inches of Yakuza cock meat.

Ever since the first time they had met - at a business luncheon two months ago at Croft Manor, which had doubled as Zip’s informal job interview - the young black man had had a bit of a crush on his curvaceous employer. Maybe it was just because she was so unobtainable - the ultimate forbidden fruit - or maybe it really was because Lara was just a damn fine woman - with great tits and a tight, round ass - but Zip had caught himself many a time during their mission debriefings and tech discussions together, zoning out, staring at Lara’s mouth as it formed her smooth, sophisticated, English-accented words, and wondering what those full, naturally pouting, glossy red lips would look like wrapped around a hard cock.

And now he knew.

“Pretty damn gooood...”

He had a perfect view of the underside of Lara’s chin as she slowly forced her face forward, gradually working more and more of Tanaka’s huge meat down into her throat. Her jaw looked stretched almost beyond its capacity, gaping obscenely wide as drool dribbled out from between her lips, the clear bubbly liquid wetting Lara’s chin, making her skin glisten, then dripping down in long viscous strings, splattering on her cleavage.

She had barely been able to take one third of Tanaka’s dick into her mouth so far, but was already showing some serious signs of strain. Zip could see the underside of Lara’s smooth white throat convulsing rhythmically, working Tanaka’s cock head in what he could only imagine would be an intensely pleasurable manner, but at the same time clearly stimulating Lara’s gag reflex, making his boss heave nauseously as she struggled to swallow the first six inches of Tanaka’s huge glistening rod.

Lara’s nostrils flared wide open as she gasped for breath, moaning and spluttering with frustration. Zip saw what the problem was: Tanaka’s member had become lodged in her larynx; its wrist-thick girth was bulging out the slender walls of Lara’s throat to almost twice their normal size. As he watched, Lara’s neck muscles strained sinuously – tight lines of elegant musculature, developed over years of gymnastics training and hard martial arts practice, now reduced to being used as a fulcrum in a cock-swallowing contest. Leaning in, transfixed by the sheer sleaze of the scene, beating himself off, Zip watched as his boss’s smoothly corded collar bones and supple white cleavage trembled with effort as Lara jerked her head back and forth and, gaping her jaw, somehow managed to work another couple of inches of Tanaka’s thick meat down into her oesophagus. She had nearly nine inches of the crime lord’s veined pole lodged in her throat now, but appeared unable to go any further.

“Come on, Lara”, Zip whispered at the screen, “you can do it, girl. Hell...”, he glanced down at his own foot and change, “...if you can’t take that guy’s dick down your throat, then there ain’t no way you’ll ever be able to handle Zip Junior here”.

Leaning back in his chair, Zip settled in to watch. He picked up one of Lara’s discarded tank-tops, wrapped the still-damp fabric around his cock, and continued jerking himself off as his hot boss gurgled and gagged on screen.

He smiled, shaking his head. “What a way to earn a livin’”.

***

Boss Tanaka glared down at Lara, unimpressed.

“Come now, Ms. Croft...”, he stood with his hands on his hips and his fat groin thrust out below his belly, his big rigid cock shaft lodged two-thirds of the way down Lara’s gulping throat, “...is that really the best you can do?”.

Lara looked up at him imploringly, sparkling tears welling up in her big hazel eyes, making them gleam, as she tried, and failed, to take even one more millimetre of the ex-sumo’s wrist-thick meat in-between her stretched-taut lips. His pendulous ball-sack still hung a good four inches in front of Lara’s chin, and her nose was still a similar distance away from being buried in his glossy black pubic hair, as she longed for it to be.

“You disappoint me, Ms. Croft”, Tanaka frowned, resting a hand on top of Lara’s head, “but I expected as much. Here, allow me to help”.

Gathering up a handful of Lara’s thick brunette hair, Tanaka pulled her face down into his crotch, flexed his hips forward, and hilted the entire length of his foot-long cock deep inside the tomb raider’s slippery-tight convulsing hot oesophagus.

“MMMMMMNNNNNPPPHHH?!”, Lara mumbled and gagged on Tanaka’s rubbery meat as it curved down into her larynx and filled out her throat. Her hands flexed uselessly behind her back, desperate to push away the big man’s tree-trunk-like thighs; but unable to disobey Tanaka’s last command that she keep her wrists crossed in the small of her back, just above her thong-clad buttocks, Lara was helpless. All she do was wretch on the crime lord’s fleshy organ, endure the indignity of being full-length face-fucked, and slowly suffocate as Tanaka crammed her working throat.

“There now”, he grinned down at her, “that wasn’t so difficult, was it, Ms. Croft?”.

Rolling his hips Tanaka stirred his mushroom-headed cock-shaft round and round inside Lara’s lubricious food tube, making the tomb raider gurgle pitifully. Then thrusting it back and forth at a nice slow pace he savoured the sensation of Lara’s husky vocal chords humming on his sensitive head meat as she begged desperately to be let up for some precious oxygen.

Finally, Tanaka relented, and slowly withdrew his wrist-thick member from Lara’s stretched out throat. He watched as the tomb raider’s slender white neck contracted back down to its usual swanlike girth below his emerging, glistening, saliva-coated cock shaft.

As Lara gulped down air, coughing and spluttering on excess spit and salty precum, Tanaka slapped his heavy meat back and forth over her flushed cheeks. He smeared the English woman’s glossy red lipstick down over her chin, then rubbed his shiny pink helmet all over her beautiful high-cheekboned face, painting Lara’s rich-girl features with pre-ejaculate and bubbly saliva, ruining her eyeliner. Gathering up a handful of her lustrous brown locks he wrapped them around his cock shaft and used the Countess of Abingdon’s silky chestnut hair as a masturbatory aid, enjoying the satin smooth feel of Lara’s thick brunette mane sliding up and down his gleaming pole – cleaning off some of her excess saliva.

Then he hooked his palms underneath her armpits and lifted Lara abruptly to her feet.

“W-what”, she gasped, taken off guard, “what are you.. *cough, cough* doing?”.

Tanaka ignored her. He spun Lara around until she was facing away from him, then grabbed the back of her neck and slammed her face down hard against the tabletop. Silverware clinked. Glasses toppled. He ground Lara’s cheek into a plateful of raw tuna, the shiny pink fish flesh turning to mush beneath her nose and smearing all over the side of her face.

“Thrust out your ass, Ms. Croft”, Tanaka snarled, “Spread your legs. Present yourself to me, you dirty little English bitch!”.

Lara gasped and shuddered, excited by the violence of Tanaka’s actions, secretly thrilled to be dominated so brutally by a total stranger.

“Y-yes sir”, she panted, planting her high-heel pumps slightly wider than shoulder width apart on the glossy black floor tiles of the meeting room. Her toned calves flexed sexily as she raised herself up onto her tiptoes. Then curving her lower back until her slim belly brushed against the tabletop beneath her, Lara thrust her supple ass high up in the air behind her shapely hips. The tomb raider’s sleekly muscled thighs trembled with anticipation as Tanaka slapped his heavy cock shaft against her upraised ass-cheeks.

*SMACK!*, the crime lord landed a stinging spank on Lara’s thong-clad left buttock, causing it to jiggle fleshily.

“I said present yourself to me, you occidental whore!”, he bellowed. “Reach back and spread your ass-cheeks apart for me! Show me your cunt, you filthy western slut!”.

Before Lara could comply, Tanaka grabbed the waistband of her panties and ripped them away from her hips brutally.

“Haahhh!”, the tomb raider almost squealed with shock.

Embarrassed, she slid her hands back behind her hips, then worked her trembling fingertips down between her full, creamy-white buttocks and pulled them apart, presenting her smooth pink pussy lips and small rosebud asshole to Tanaka’s eager gaze.

“Yes”, the big man breathed shallowly, Lara’s compliance and the sight of her glistening pink fuck-tunnel seeming to calm him down a bit.

“Now, gentlemen”, he addressed the table again, nuzzling his cock head down between Lara’s warm round buttocks, applying pressure to her pussy, “I will demonstrate the true potential of U4EM for all of you to see”.

He nudged his hips forward and eased the head of his cock into Lara’s soft lubricious sex. Lara mewled with pleasure, arching her lower back and pushing her ass up to meet Tanaka’s slow first thrust as fourteen Japanese Yakuza bosses, and one African American gadget geek, watched the tomb raider’s tight little twenty-two year old pussy get stretched out by a thick, downward-penetrating, thirteen-inch-long cock.

To be continued...