Date: Mon, 8 Jul 2013 18:07:08 -0400
From: Sasha steele <sashadanka@gmail.com>
Subject: Tomb Raider - five

   Tomb Raider Two
   The Continuing Adventures of Amantra Faux (part five)
   By Sasha Steele


   The day had gotten quite warm so Amantra was wearing a summer dress and
sandals with high heels and a lot of cross straps. The sandals were brown
leather. The short skirted mini dress was a multi-color floral print,
mostly red. He had on white panties and bra. His hair was done in a long
braid. He felt cool and comfortable, and sensual with the dress as short as
it was.

   It had been a long day and Amantra wanted nothing more than to go home
to a relaxing bath followed by a soothing massage and TV. He was hungry
too, so pigging out on pizza in front of the TV seemed an excellent
idea. But Amantra had promised to meet with Salaman at the abandoned
church, so it all
 had to wait. And now this.

   Salaman wasn't at the church. But the Baroness Isabella of Blithe with a
few of his minions were there waiting for Amantra. They seized Amantra by
the arms and held him captive.

   "What have you done with Salaman?" Amantra demanded.

   "Let's just say that he found it far more profitable to serve me than to
remain loyal to you."

   "Wait till I get my hands on that slimy bastard," Amantra snapped.

   The Baroness laughed in spite of the fact that he too had had a hard
day. He had just returned from a boring dinner with the Baron who Arabella
saw very little of even at the best of times. The Baron never meddled in
his man-wife's affairs. But here he was asking him questions about the the
cult of the castrated demon-god Ordon. The Baroness wondered where he got
the balls.  Even more so he wondered who had put the Baron up to it.

   "Bring him," the Baroness ordered. He turned to walk out and the two
minions in long red robes forced Amantra into step behind their Manstress.

   Arabella was wearing a plain brown dress with a round neck, shoulder cap
sleeves and a thin brown leather belt. The cut of the short dress fit
snugly the contours of the Baroness's sensual body. Under it he had on a
white pantie and corset set with garter belts attached to the brown opaque
stockings that he wore. On his feet were brown leather pumps with five inch
heels.

   The Baroness's makeup was in soft earth tones. His lips and nails
painted a light brown. He wore an inordinate amount of gold jewelry. His
hair peace was a shoulder length auburn color set with loose curls. The
Baroness's appearance was sensual, his natural beauty stunning.

   "What do you want with me?" Amantra demanded.

   "Why my dear Professor Faux," the Baroness replied matter of fact as he
descended the steps to the secret underground beneath the church. "All I
want is that big beautiful cock of yours."

   Knowing what the Baroness was up to Amantra didn't like the sound of
that.

   When it comes to the privileged it is a fact that no matter how secret
an affair is others are sure to know because the rich must be pampered. So
even when the Ordon cult got together for this secret restoration ceremony
its upper crust members had to be catered to. The Baroness had to bring in
extra staff for this.

   Kitran in his man maid disguise was among them. The skimpy maid uniform
consisted of a micro-mini dress with a fairing tutu style skirt. The black
dress had a tight bodice with a buttoned front, short sleeves and a rounded
collar. The collar was white and the sleeves had white cuffs.  Black
lingerie formed part of the uniform. It consisted of black bra, panties,
waist cincher with garter belts, black seamed stockings. Black six inch
pumps and a black Cleo-cut wig was also a part of the uniform. His makeup
was dark and heavy.

   Kitran's assignment was to foil the Baroness's attempt at resurrecting
the demon-god. He had
 followed the Baroness at a discrete distance into the underground. Then
lost him in the maze of catacombs and had been searching around when he
heard them coming back.  When he saw Amantra his priority changed, or at
least his assignment had another complication. Kitran now had to rescue the
professor as well.

   He hid in the shadows as they approached. He could hear Amantra giving
the Baroness an ear full. They passed by, entered a hidden door. Kitran
followed, gun in hand.  He opened the door and caught them by surprise.

   "Professor Faux is coming with me," he said.

   The Baroness turned to him. "Why would I give him up to a maid?" He
asked

   "I'm with the Bureau," Kitran said.

   "Oh, you're with the Bureau, and here I thought you just a maid. Take
his gun," the Baroness said looking behind Kitran.

   "Kitran turned quickly, but there was no one there. It was an attempted
distraction, a desperate fake out but all the time the Baroness
needed. Stepping in with blinding speed the Baroness planted a front kick
in Kitran's middle sending him back against the open door and knocking the
wind out of him. He went down on one knee temporarily stunned. The Baroness
gave him no time to recover. In a flash of white panties and garter belts
as his short dress rode up the Baroness spun around catching Kitran in the
temple with the back of his shoe again temporarily stunning him. As good a
martial artist as the Baroness was it took two vicious strikes to the head
with the butt end of a gun administered by one of the Baroness's minions to
finally render Kitran unconscious.

   In the confusion Amantra seized the opportunity to break free and ran
out the door. His captor started to give chase but the Baroness stopped
him. "He won't get far," the Baroness said.  "Help clear this Bureau agent
out of here."

   Amantra found himself at a dead end. Started to backtrack only to be
confronted by the Baroness. Using his superior weight Amantra attempted to
push the Baroness out of the way.  But the Baroness was too quick. He side
stepped Amantra, caught hold of his arm and twisted it into an arm lock.

  "Ouch, your hurting me," Amantra protested when the Baroness applied
pressure.

  "Then come along quietly," he ordered.

   Amantra did what he was told. He was taken to a side room that looked
like it belonged in a clinic. Applying pressure to his arm the Baroness
forced Amantra's face down onto the cot in the middle of the room. Amantra
felt a pinch in his neck as a doctor injected a drug into him.

   "Make sure its ready," he told the doctor then left.

   The fast acting drug had Amantra giddy before the Baroness even cleared
the room. It was like a date rape drug where Amantra was obedient though
sluggish and his cock was already beginning to get hard. Amantra giggled as
he pressed down on it through his panties.

   "Let's get this dress off you," the doctor said.

   Amantra said okay. His words were a bit slurred. He wasn't much help but
didn't protest as his dress was being removed.

   "These panties as well," Amantra was told.

   His cock had grown into a full erection and popped up as the doctor took
the panties down and got Amantra to step out of them. He giggled
again. Then moaned as he stroked his hard cock.

   "Now we can't have you relieving that," the doctor said moving Amantra's
hand away.

   He had Amantra lay down on the cot with nothing on but his brassier and
sandals. Then the doctor strapped Amantra hands and feet to the
cot. Amantra didn't seem to mind. He lay there with a silly grin on his
pretty face, his big legs spread and a monster hardon towering above his
fat belly.

   The doctor set a metal box with the lid open on the cot between
Amantra's spread legs. He took out an odd looking instrument that cut and
cauterized at the same time. He turned to Amantra and smiled. "This isn't
going to hurt a bit," he said. Amantra giggled as if amused.

   The resurrection ceremony had got under way with a reading from
Transmandin Organis. The ceremony room was dark and erie. The prepared
statue of Ordon reclining with his legs spread and hands to his face as if
in horror, lay in a circle of flaming pot lights. There were red
hieroglyphic markings, similar to the Baroness's tattoos, on the floor
around the statue. The statue seemed to sweat. It was very warm to the
touch and between the legs where Ordon's cock should be an angry hole
glowed red hot.

   "Find the doctor," the Baroness ordered. "Ordon is ready to have his
power restored."

   A servant in a long red hooded robe entered the clinic room. A metal box
with its lid closed sat on the cot. Amantra and the doctor were nowhere in
sight. He opened the box.  It contained what looked like a big horse cock
in full erection. He closed the lid, took the box and returned to his
Manstress.

   The Baroness, naked under his red robe, knelt between Ordon's spread
legs. He removed the severed cock from the box and held it in prayer,
reciting passages from the Transmandin Organis.  A circle of cult members
in red robes repeated the words. Then he pressed the cock against the
glowing hole in Ordon's crotch. The entire statue began to heat up. The
crotch and cock both glowed red hot. The Baroness had to let go of it. The
statue began to smoke.  Distress spread amongst the cult members in
attendance. Then the statue burst into flames and panic set in.

   Kitran had allowed the Baroness's servants to exhaust themselves
carrying his dead weight to a holding cell. It was far easier to dispatch
them that way. He locked them unconscious in the cell meant for him and set
out to find Amantra, well aware of what they intended to do with him.

   He saw the Baroness. Hind in the shadows and let them pass. Then back
tracked the way the Baroness had came. Kitran heard muffled voices in a
room. Listened at the door. "This isn't going to hurt a bit," he heard
someone say, then heard Amantra giggle. He opened the door.

   The room looked like a clinical lab room. It was cluttered with odd
looking instruments, medical machines and specimen jars. A person in a
white lab coat holding a weird tool stood over Amantra. Kitran closed the
distance quickly and knocked him cold.

   He untied Amantra who was obviously drugged. As soon as Amantra's hands
were freed a hand went to his massive erection to masturbate himself. His
movements were sluggish, his demure dreamy. Kitran hid the doctor's limp
body in a closet. Took what looked like a horse cock from one of the
spacemen jars, put it in the metal box on the cot and closed the lid.

   He gathered up Amantra's panties and dress. Kitran thought it best to
clear the room so helped Amantra to the door not attempting to dress
him. Amantra was unsteady on his feet.  He was more intent on stroking his
hard cock but came along cooperatively. They back tracked toward the
church. Found the steps to the church and headed up. There was already
smoke in the tunnels. By the time they exited into the parking lot where
Amantra's car was flames could be seen in the church windows.

   Kitran tried to get Amantra into his panties but decided it was hopeless
in his present condition. He needed to ease Amantra's distress by making
him cum. Amantra's hands were sluggish and ineffectual so Kitran took
over. Amantra's massive cock felt as hard as a rock. Steadying Amantra with
one arm around his shoulder Kitran masturbated him with his free hand. It
didn't too long before Amantra rocked his back onto Kitran's shoulder. He
clenched his teeth and let out a throaty groan as Kitran brought him to
orgasm. Flames burst through the roof of the church as Amantra came. His
orgasm was so intense that it shot out several feet in front of him.

   Kitran managed to get Amantra into his panties and dress as the church
roof collapsed into the rubble.  Flames shot twenty feet into the air. He
wrestled Amantra into the car and drove him safely home.

   Kitran had just got back to his hotel when Bureau agent Beauson Daxx,
Kitran's immediate supervisor, showed up to debrief him. Beau was wearing a
light blue dress with a loose pleated skirt that fell to mid thigh. It had
short sleeves, a collar, buttoned bodice and a thin blue belt. He wore nude
tone stayups, white panties and bra, blue pumps with five inch heels and
carried a blue leather purse. He wore modest makeup. His soft high-lighted
brown shoulder length hair was worn loose in a side part.

    Kitran had filled him in with the details. Beau pictured the field
agent jacking off Amantra's massive cock and wished it had been him.

   "After you relieved the professor's cock, you got him dressed and return
home safely," Beau said to reiterate. He couldn't help but notice the huge
erection poking Kitran's black panties out beyond the folds of the tutu
style mini skirt to his maid's uniform as he had recounted masturbating
professor Faux. Beau's own cock had gotten hard as well.

   "How's the head?" Beau asked.

   "I'll survive," Kitran told him. He didn't have to add that Bureau
agents are tough. Beau already knew that.

   "Are you going back tonight?" Kitran asked.

   "I'll eat first then head back," Beau said. "You probably haven't eaten
either. Care to join me?"

   "I'll need to change first," Kitran said as he got up. "Would you mind
helping me out of this dress?" He asked.

   "My pleasure."

   Beau undid the front buttons and helped Kitran draw the tight fitted
dress over his muscular shoulders and arms. Then Kitran wriggled it over
his bubble butt and down his powerful thighs. It caught on his erect pantie
clad cock forcing it down before it popped back up again once freed. The
penis pouch of Kitran's black panties clung to the contours of his hard
cock and tight bag. In back his panties cut upward in a V, the material
back there folded deep in the crack between his round butt cheeks.

   They stood facing each other. Kitran in his black brassier, panties,
waist cincher garter belt, seamed stockings, black Pattin heels and Cleo
wig. Beau with a throbbing hardon in his panties under his dress. They
embraced, kissed. Beau pulled Kitran's panties down to his ankles and
Kitran kicked them aside. They embraced once more and kissed. Kitran
pressed his long naked cock against the throbbing hardon beneath his
supervisor's dress.

   Beau eased Kitran onto the bed. Kitran lay on his back with his muscular
stocking clad legs spread.  Beau hunkered down between them, took Kitran's
cock in hand and began to stroke it. He licked off the precum dripping from
its slit and then took the long hard cock fully into his mouth. Kitran
moaned with pleasure as his Bureau boss sucked him off.

   Kitran saw that Beau was an excellent cock sucker, talented enough to
deep throat his entire eleven inches. Each time Beau did that Kitran would
thrash about on the bed and moan excitedly. And each time he almost came in
his boss's mouth until one time Kitran knew for certain he was going to.

   On the verge of cumming Kitran grasped Beau's head and began to undulate
his hips driving his cock deep into Beau's throat. Beau didn't fight it. He
liked getting his mouth fucked and Kitran's hard cock was big enough to
make it exciting. Kitran stopped his undulating and with hips raised
pressed his cock as deep as he could into Beau's mouth.

   Kitran moaned loudly as he came in a torrent of hot bursts. Beau
swallowed it all and when Kitran had emptied himself Beau licked his cock
clean. He licked down the shaft and behind Kitran's bald scrotum.  Beau's
hot tongue found Kitran's pink ring and pleasured it as Kitran moaned his
approval.

   Beau lifted one of Kitran's legs, queuing him to turn over, which Kitran
did burying his face in the pillow while pointing his ass up in the
air. Kneeling on the bed behind him Beau bent in and tongued Kitran's ass
for awhile, priming it to be fucked. He straightened, lifted the front of
his dress. His panties were soaked with precum at the tip of his stiff
cock. He freed his cock, inserted it in Kitran's ass and started to fuck
him.

   Kitran's tight ass was moist and hot. Beau's powerful motions quickly
brought him to orgasm. He pounded Kitran mercilessly. Stopped. Firmly
clasped his hips drawing Kitran in tight to him. He tilted his head
back. Closed his eyes. Opened his mouth and breathed out a long sigh of
relief as he came in Kitran's ass.

   Kitran showered and changed into a tight beige color mini dress to meet
Beau for dinner. They ate, had a few drinks in the lounge bar and Beau
decided that he would stay over night after all. He shared Kitran's bed and
they had sex one more time before falling asleep in each others arms.

   The night before when Kitran had taken Professor Faux home, before he
left he had administered a drug to counteract the effects of the date rape
drug the Baroness had given him. Although a bit late Amantra finally did
get the soothing bath, massage, pizza and TV he craved followed by a good
night's sleep. The following day agent Daxx stopped by to debrief
Amantra. Beau was on his way to the airport and didn't have much time.

   Professor Faux was sitting in his office going over a lesson plan. He
was wearing what he would describe as a conservative business style skirt
suite. And it was except for the skirt length, which was no length at
all. He had on a grey pinstriped skirt suite. The short tailed jacket was
open showing a a light dusty grey color blouse. He wore a thin grey tie,
loose with the top buttons of the blouse open.

   Amantra's thick legs were clad in nude tone stockings. Six inch high
heeled grey leather pumps covered his feet. His panties and brassier were
white. His hair was up in a Dutch braid. His makeup was in white-grey
tones. Jewelry white gold and silver. He sat behind his desk, legs spread,
big cock hanging out. Beau couldn't see it hanging out because of the
desk. But he knew.

   Amantra got up, came around the desk and they kissed. They went over the
details of the case. All of the Baroness's high profile guests had escaped
the fire. The cult of Ordon was disbanded.

   "What about Arabella?" Amantra asked. "Did you arrest him?"

   The Bureau needed the Baroness. They would feed him certain information
and he in turn would feed it to his lover Silvan Sporson. The Bureau was
close to cracking Group Seven and didn't want to blow it.

   "No," Beau said. "The Bureau has further use for our sweet Baroness."

   Amantra understood. He kissed Beau good by. Wished they had more time to
satisfy the twinge he felt in his cock as it began to stiffen. But Beau
left for the airport. Amantra picked up his briefcase and headed to the
classroom.

   Another case closed we once again leave our hapless hero to his cum
inducing adventures.

   The end.