Date: Sun, 19 May 2013 17:18:39 -0400
From: Sasha steele <sashadanka@gmail.com>
Subject: Tomb Raider Three

Tomb Raider Three
The Continuing Adventures of Amantra Faux (part three}
By Sasha Steele

   The Senator's arms were cuffed and chained to the posts at the top of
the bed. His beige skirt suit was laying on the floor along with his white
panties. He was bent over the bottom of the bed on his belly. His ankles
were cuffed and chained to the bottom bed posts at the floor, his legs
spread. The Senator had on what remained of his under garments - a white
brassier and garter belt corset, nude tone stockings, white pumps, modest
jewelry.

   His white-blond shoulder length hair hung in his face. He wore a mixed
expression of pleasure and pain. His ass glowed red where the Baroness had
spanked him with gold handled leather tawse. The Baroness had spanked him
extra good because the Senator really had been bad sending men after the
professor without permission. Luckily the professor had escaped unharmed
for there was no way the Baroness wanted himself tied to his disappearance.
'What a fucking idiot,' the Baroness thought of the Senator.

   The Senator was nearing the end of his usefulness and he was getting
sloppy. Not just that, he was talking such nonsense as love. The Baroness
was going have to get rid of him and soon. He whacked the Senator's ass
again, harder, causing him to cry out. "Arabella, please!"

   "Who?" Arabella whacked him again.

   "I'm sorry, Manstress. I meant Manstress."

   "Please what?"

   "Please fuck me." the Senator begged. "I'll be a good boy Manstress.
Please."

   "That's much better," Arabella said.

   After Arabella had sucked the Senator's cock making him cum in his mouth
he had undressed him and tied him up in order to play this little S&M game
the Senator liked.  Arabella thought the Senator a fool but played
along. He had taken off his crimson robe and, except for his glass
slippers, was naked again. He had spanked the Senator and was fucking him
up the ass while the Senator begged for him to do it harder. Arabella had
been pleased to oblige. But now he was about to cum.

   The Baroness stopped his thrusts and leaned onto the Senators back as he
discharged his hot load in the Senator's rectum. He used sex and other
transvestite's lack of will to get what he wanted. Cumming represented a
lapse in his own will and so was a double edged sword for the Baroness -
extreme pleasure followed by self-reproach. He closed his beautiful green
eyes, tilted his naked bald head back, opened his mouth and sighed with the
pleasure of his ejaculation. Then cursed his weakness.

   Professor Amantra Faux had just finished a lecture and was gathering up
papers when Bureau Agent Beauson Daxx came in to talk to him. He'd read the
report Amantra had sent telling him that the secret society the Baroness,
and many other prominent citizens, belonged to were going to attempt to
raise the castrated demon-god Ordon from the underworld.

   "And they need a real live penis to accomplish this?" Beau said.

   "Yes they work the victim to full erection then castrate him. The
castrated penis is then applied directly to Ordon's prepared statue
bringing it to life."

   "We don't know who the victim will be of course," Beau said somewhat
detached. Amantra was sitting on the edge of the desk with his legs spread,
his massive cock in the penis pouch of his white panties on full display
sticking out from below the short mini skirt he wore. Beau was looking
right at it when he spoke those words.

   "Maybe you shouldn't advertise yours so much," he said placing his hand
on Amantra's pantied cock. "We wouldn't want to loose it."

    "Mmmmmm," Amantra hummed at his touch. Then said, "what, you don't like
the way I dress?"

    "I love the way you dress." He leaned in to kiss Amantra. Then his
phone rang. Beau answered and said, "I have to go." He kissed Amantra good
by and left.

   Amantra picked up the rest of his papers, went to his office, dropped
his briefcase off and went into the bathroom. He checked himself out in the
full length mirror.  Amantra was a dedicated follower of fashion. He spent
a lot of money on clothes and a lot of time shopping for them. He followed
the trends. And the trend right now was for very short mini skirts that
showed a lot of 'paquet', as the French called it. For sexy stylish
trannies like Amantra that meant the more penis pouch you show, the better.

   Amantra had on a white pantie and bra set, a white short sleeve silk
blouse tucked into a short black bubble mini skirt. He wore beige nylon
stay ups and black pumps with six inch high heels.  The top buttons of his
blouse were open to show off the large silver bead costume jewelry necklace
which had, of course, matching earrings. He turned around scrutinizing his
clothing more closely.
   With the way his mini skirt hung from his protruding belly and the drape
of the balloon hem it looked to Amantra that he didn't reveal all that
much. But when he stood further away from the mirror he saw that he
did. The skirt was one of his shortest and revealed almost all of his
panties paquet. 'You sexy slut,' Amantra thought before he pulled himself
away, straddled the toilet and did a long leisurely pee through his
panties.

   The Bureau wanted Amantra to do more digging on the castrated Ordon cult
so he spent most of the next morning in the library at the Institute. He
had on bluejeans, a black silk front button blouse with short sleeves. The
short blouse was untucked. Top buttons were undone.  You could see a bit of
his black brassier. He wore black panties as well. Black lace up boots with
a five inch heel. His hair was in a pony tail. He had on small black bead
necklace, earrings, grey nail polish and lipstick.  His black nylon suite
jacket was draped over the back of his chair.

   Amantra sat with a hand buried in his crotch. His heavy legs undulated
opened and closed in nervous preoccupation of a suppressed need to relieve
himself. There were coffee cups,donut bags, books and papers scattered over
the desk in front of the computer terminal Amantra was working at.  He'd
been at it for hours. It was beginning to blur. He decided to pack it up.

   Squeezing the huge bulge of his bluejeans penis pouch Amantra waddled
back to the far corner of the sprawling library returning some scroll tubes
to their shelf and decided to relieve himself. As Amantra peed on the floor
he was overcome by the feeling that someone was watching him. Quickly
finishing he packed up and hurried out but could not shake the feeling. He
got to his vehicle, hurried home, locked the door and tried to shake it.

   That evening Amantra decided to go to the antiquities shop that belonged
to the client to whom he had delivered the Transmandin Organis to. And so
next day, early in the evening, he arrived at the client's shop. It wasn't
that Amantra had given up mini skirts that he happen to be wearing a dress
with a full skirt that fell to the knee. It was just that he couldn't
resist buying the yellow dress with large black poke a dots on it. The poke
a dot dress had a buttoned front bodice with a collar and short sleeves. It
featured a wide belt of the same poke a dot material.

   Amantra wore a black brassier, black opaque pantyhose, black high heel
shoes and carried a black shoulder bag. His long hair was lose. His makeup
dark. He wore little jewelry; a black pearl necklace, a few rings, his
watch.

   The front door of the shop was locked. Amantra went around the side
where he knew Salaman kept a key. He banged on the side door, waited, then
let himself in. Salaman was not in there. The shop had been
ransacked. Amantra went upstairs to Salaman's apartment. Same scene
there. He searched around.  Found the book, thumbed through it. The sound
of people downstairs frightened him so Amantra left by the side door. The
two men inside saw him leave and gave chase. A third was outside. Amantra
tried to slip the book into his purse on the fly but dropped it. He turned
a corner and found himself in a blind alley.

   Amantra stood with his back to a wall, two pursuers between him and the
street. The closest one to him brandished a long knife. Amantra was very
afraid. Amantra saw his rescuer before he heard the near silent
gravity-drive engine of the jet bike he drove. His pursuers however didn't
see or hear until it was too late. The jet bike veered left and slammed
sideways into one and then rammed the other. It spun around as the rider
setup for a second go at them. But before he could they both took off at a
run, one limping badly the other holding his injured arm.

   The rider removed his helmet. He had mid length blond hair pulled back
in a pony tail tied with a black ribbon. He wore a black leather jacket,
high heel leather boots and skin tight blue jeans. Amantra hardly
recognized his rescuer as the Bureau agent who had been dressed in a maid's
uniform and wearing a black wig when he had saved Amantra in the cavern
below the Baroness's castle just a few days ago.

   Back then Amantra had been under duress. Looking closely now he saw that
his rescuer had a pretty yet strong face with a thick neck and a square
jaw. He was very well built, as muscular as Beau Daxx and looked
strong. His eyes were striking sky blue and were made up in dark eyeshadow
and heavy black mascara. His lipstick and nails were painted a dark
red. Around his muscular neck he wore a silver necklace. He also wore
silver earrings and several finger rings.

   "Are you alright?" The agent asked as he dismounted his bike and came up
to Amantra.

   As he stepped toward him Amantra couldn't help but notice the large
bulge of his blue jeans penis pouch and mused that the young Bureau agent
must be quite well hung.

   "I'm alright," Amantra said, "thanks to you once again. I'm sorry, I
didn't get your name, agent?"

    "I'm Kitran." He offered his hand and Amantra shook it. It was
electrifying. "We better get out of here," Kitran said. He took Amantra by
the hand, led him over to the bike.  "Can you ride?"

    Amantra shook his head indicating he could. He gathered the loose skirt
of his pok a dot dress then lifted a heavy nylon clad leg over the
bike. They exited the alley and Kitran drove Amantra back to his apartment.

   "Can I buy you a drink?" Amantra asked. "Seeing as how you've twice
saved my ass."

   "Yes, that would be nice. Thank you Professor Faux."

   "Please, call me Amantra."

   "Okay Amantra."

   They sat at a table in the bar across the street from Amantra's place,
had a couple drinks and talked to get to know one another better. Beau had
assigned Kitran to protect a Amantra while he was on this case. Amantra
found that amusing, but was glad for it none the less.  And besides he
found Kitran attractive.

   They walked back across the street to Amantra's building where Kitran's
bike was parked. Amantra didn't want to let him go. On a whim he kissed him
and Kitran responded to it. Amantra felt the monster cock in his pantyhose
begin to stir beneath his pok a dot dress. "Would you like to come up for a
night cap?" he asked.

   Noticing the tent formed in the front of Amantra's dress Kitran guessed
that Amantra wanted more than just a night cap. So did he and readily
accepted the offer as his cock begun to stir as well. Then in Amantra's
apartment they hadn't even finished one drink before they were in each
other's arms with their hard cocks pressed together. They kissed long and
hard before Amantra invited Kitran to his bed.

   Kitran unzipped his leather jacket and Amantra placed his hands on the
thin pads of the black brassier that covered his muscular pecs. Kitran
slipped fully out of the jacket, let it fall to the floor. Undid his jeans
and Amantra helped him pull them down onto his powerful thighs. The penis
pouch of Kitran's black panties stood straight out with his erection, its
pantied shape was like a big key.  Amantra's assessment was right, Kitran
was indeed well hung.

  Kitran stripped completely out of his clothes as Amantra, clumsily
fumbled with the belt and buttons of his dress. The yellow and black pok a
dot dress fell to the floor and Amantra stepped out of it. He stood before
Kitran in his black bra and pantyhose. A massive hardon swelled the penis
pouch. Kitran took hold of it, drew Amantra close and kissed him. Then he
watched admiringly as Amantra stripped his fat sexy body completely naked.

   They kissed deeply with their naked throbbing members pressed together.
Kitran's long bullet shaped cock was set atop Amantra's freakish
monster. Breaking the kiss Amantra climbed onto the bed and Kitran followed
him.

   Amantra laid on his back. Kitran lay facing Amantra supporting his own
weight on his powerful arms. His massive muscular thighs were pressed up
against Amantra's raised thighs.  Amantra's big legs were spread,
encircling Kitran's middle. Kitran's hard cock, though imposing wasn't
quite as long as Amantra's, nor as thick.  It was pressed on top of
Amantra's sensuous monster as they fucked each other cock to cock.

   Kitran leaned in and they shared a long kiss. He kissed Amantra's ears,
his neck and his heavy chest. He moved down, sucked Amantra's nipples to
make them hard and erect, which made Amantra moan with pleasure. Kitran
kissed Amantra's big gut, played in his belly button with his wet tongue,
 then moved further down Amantra's fat body to his massive erection.

   Kitran's hands were pressed onto the bed out to the sides of Amantra's
big hips and his forehead was pressed against Amantra's fat gut. The end of
Amantra's cock was in his mouth. He sucked it savouring the sweat precum
leaking from its slit. He took it from his mouth, masturbating the long
thick shaft while his tongue lapped Amantra's massive balls and behind them
into his anus.

   Amantra groaned as Kitran's tongue lapped at his asshole. Amantra lifted
a heavy leg that Kitran passed over his head, turned onto his belly and
offered his huge ass to Kitran. Kitran ate Amantra's salacious ass with
abandonment, savouring its earthy taste. He then positioned on his knees
and began to fuck him.

  Amantra lay on his fat belly, his big legs spread. His head faced
sideways on the pillow, eyes closed, mouth open as Kitran's long hard cock
deeply penetrated him. He felt Kitran's hardness against the rock hard bulb
of his own penis and prostrate deep inside his ass. It felt strangely
wonderful and wanting with every thrust as the heat built up inside
him. And when Kitran came it felt like a hot pipe had burst.  Amantra
wreathed about on the bed, buried his face in the pillow and moaned with
pleasure as Kitran emptied himself inside him.

  "I need to cum," Amantra whined somewhat desperately. Kitran withdrew and
Amantra quickly turned over.  Amantra's hand moved feverishly up and down
the shaft of his massive cock as Kitran sucked the end of it. He took hold
of the back of Kitran's head with his free hand, closed his eyes, tilted
his head back, opened his mouth and gasped in pleasure as he jerked himself
to orgasm then filled Kitran's mouth with cum.

   Amantra fell asleep in Kitran's muscular arms and when he awoke Kitran
was gone. Kitran had left a note.
 "Try to keep out of trouble. How about lunch tomorrow?" And left his cell
number. Amantra smiled, rolled over and pressed his enormous hard cock into
the soft mattress. He couldn't wait till lunch.

   End of part three.