A lot to swallow

To the outside world, during the Countess of Abbingdon's time as the Tomb Raider, Zip was Lara Croft's Right Hand man and Tech Expert. From the security room in the main hall of Croft Manor, he provided Lara with radio support and fed her information she may need. Before the days someone could search information on their phone.

An established cook, he'd worked for several of the finest kitchens in Europe. So when the jobs slowed down, he took over as Head Chef at Croft Manor.

Apart from his being fired from Von Croy Industries, Zip's only flaw was a bad habit of cyber stalking his ex-girlfriends from time to time. Nothing else.

How little the public knew.

Lara was afraid of Zip, and didn't ask questions. Questions like how Zip could have dated girls who had never met. But why would she ask no questions? Why fear a long-time friend and member of her staff?

"Gahk! Urlgh!" Shorts hanging from one ankle and a massive black cock pumping her arse while a strong black hand closes tightly around her throat, Lara is both cumming her worthless brains out and in fear of her life.

When Zip doesn't have a cockholster to **** and fuck, he goes looking for Lara. And over the years, Lara has woken up in hospital due to Zip more times than any one of her adventures. The last time, after putting both her arms in casts, the Doctor told her anymore "workplace accidents" like that and she was risking brain damage.

More accurately, further brain damage.

"Fuck! That's it you stupid old cunt!" Zip grunted and fired thick ropes of cum into her before dropping her onto the floor. "Alright, I can cook up something like what you want. Just as well I have enough practise doctoring footage of you. How about... I'll look for some other old and useless pornstar and do a faceswap? Easier for me than deleting it." Lara struggled to get on all fours and slowly crawled to the table, only to find her breakfast wasn't on a plate on the table. It was in a bowl on the floor. Meat chunks, more closely resembling dogfood than anything, with a thick covering of semen bought from a sperm bank. Lara squirmed in humiliation before digging in.

"While I do that, you have a lunchtime interview and I'll want you to do some surveillance work for me. I left the details in a bag on your bike. Redhead, early twenties. Training to be a Doctor. I want her routine and locations she frequents that have minimal CCTV."

Lara nodded in her food. Zip just wanted a private word with his ex. He didn't give her a name for the girl because he was too emotional from the break-up.