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Pride and Politics	By : HunterOpera Category: +M through R > Metroid Views: 31560 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Samus was left alone, hanging from her bonds and helpless. The only change in her circumstances was that she was not able to see or hear – she could still not speak through the cock trapped in her mouth, nor walk given the weakness of her legs. The fine twitches of her legs though, friends, made the god-cocks in her lower holes move, their presence rippling through the rest of her.
Trapped, she let her head loll and tried to think: her name was clearly Samus and they – her Owners – kept calling her the Hunter. She shook her head, trying to remember what it was she hunted, but her thoughts were slow and her memories faded. She wanted to know how long she had been wherever this was, wanted to know where she was.
Silvery liquid rippled outside, giving the room an eerie glow but offering no answers.
A sound caught Samus' attention right then, the scuff of boot on metal. She turned to find she could see and hear now, a gift provided by the monochrome woman loitering by the door. She had short hair, Samus noted, favored shades more than colors. The woman turned from Samus to her wrist and the Hunter turned away, too, trying to make sense of the motion beyond her small cell.
Though Samus could not know this, Salis was checking the datapad on her wrist and so she knew that Samus' higher brain functions were trying to re-assert themselves. She smiled, bit her lip and shook her head, sauntered into the room and grabbed the Hunter by the hair.
“Hello, Samus,” Salis said. “How are you feeling?”
Samus could say nothing and was having trouble coming up with a reason why her feelings mattered. Her thoughts told her that her feelings and opinions were without value or worth, though some small part of her screamed otherwise. She tried to ignore it, but the narrowing of the warden's eyes told her that the other woman had seen it.
“There it is,” Salis teased, a finger brushing patterns against Samus' inner thigh. “There you are. The Hunter. Samus Aran. Whatever is left of you.”
More buttons pushed on the wrist, a drum-beat pattern that the room responded to. Two slim pillars rose up out of the ground, a little higher than her waist, three times the breadth of her shoulders apart. The warden smiled at her, kneeling and cupping one of Samus' legs from behind the knee.
Lifted it.
Brought it closer to the pillar.
The pillar shimmered when Samus' leg came close, the pillar holding her ankle and forcing her leg straight. Behind her gag the Hunter whined, but Salis ignored her. Five small nooses circled her toes, pulling them apart and up, holding her foot in place.
Pulling at the pillar revealed a compartment that Salis adjusted and Samus groaned and squirmed, feeling a dozen small needles press against the sole of her foot.
“There we go,” Salis said, dancing fingers along the Hunter's suspended inner thigh, getting closer and closer to the core of the Hunter. Samus closed her eyes, bowed her head, a low cry failing to escape the gag when Salis' fingers abandoned her cunt for her other leg.
The warden took her time with the other leg, securing it in place, looking up at Samus and smiling.
“You have such long pretty legs,” Salis smiled, brushing lips along Samus' calf. “I bet they're sensitive.”
They were.
“Crying already, Hunter?” Salis asked, and Samus realized that she was. The warden came closer, pulled Samus' hair and forced her to look up, then licked the tears from her face. “Salty. Delicious. We're just going to have to make sure you cry... often.”
Samus bowed her head as Salis stalked around behind her, pushing her head forward. She whimpered as she felt something cold pushed against the back of her neck, slithering around to her throat and locking in place – a collar, she realized, with a leash that disappeared into the ceiling.
There was a pull at the collar, Salis checking to make sure it was snug and secure.
It was.
More buttons were pushed, another pair of slim pillars rising behind Samus Aran. These ones stopped at a height just below Samus' shoulders, the space between them maybe a few inches more than her shoulder's breadth. Samus strained to look behind herself, wondering what they were for.
And then Salis pushed some buttons, friends, and the straitjacket fell off the bound Hunter.
Salis was worried about doing this most of all, freeing the Hunter's arms, but Samus screamed as her arms moved for the first time in ages. They twitched but did nothing else, it clear that Samus had no control over the freed limbs after so long a time. The warden was not going to give Samus a chance to remember what arms could do.
The Hunter howled in pain as Salis pulled one arm by the wrist, wrenching it behind Samus and attaching it to one of the pillar's behind her. She did the same with the other one, fast as a Dachora, and Samus realized that the warden was afraid of something... afraid of her.
Samus closed her eyes, gasping as Salis secured her fingers as she had Samus' toes. Why would her Owners and Master be afraid of her? Why had the leader been so angry with her?
What had she done?
Samus' thoughts were interrupted when she felt fingertips tracing the line of her backside, her hips, her labia. She looked up as Salis stepped between her spread and trembling legs, her eyes gleaming.
“Are you ready...?” she asked, and Samus shook her head – she did not know what she was supposed to be ready for but she knew she would not enjoy whatever it was.
Salis, though... Salis was very much enjoying herself.
The belt that had held the dildos in Samus' ass and cunt had fallen away with the straitjacket, and all it took was another couple of pressed buttons for those cocks to dig themselves out of Samus' holes. Samus wailed – the two invaders had been inside of her for so long that their absence felt strange, something to mourn as she was left gaping and open.
The dildos both fell to the floor below her, soaked with her juices. Samus could see them through tear-filled eyes, and when next she looked at her captor she tried to scream and shook her head and struggled to escape even though she knew it was pointless.
“You need to accept this,” Salis cooed, stroking the monstrous strap-on she'd affixed to herself. Wider and larger than gods, the artificial demon between the warden's legs crackled a soft glow as Salis brushed it against the Hunter's helpless opening. “You need to accept anything we do to you.”
Samus denied these words, shaking her head, pulling her weak limbs, trying anything to escape from the fate that awaited her, but Salis stepped closer, the head of her weapon touching Samus' opening as it pushed past her lips, seeping into her intimacy. Samus tried to scream again but Salis was holding her hips, pulling herself inside, Samus screaming as the demon ripped its way inside her.
“Spread like a drunk etecoon and still so tight,” Salis said, grinning. “No wonder Olsar's been obsessed with you.” Her eyes narrowed as she said the last, Samus' opening wide and then rolling sightlessly as Salis drove her cock in to the hilt.
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