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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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The elfin was the first into the room. His people are small of stature and fleet of foot, friends, known for getting in and out of places fast. Salis smiled and let him go, taking her time as she trailed behind the criminals she had just set loose on the Hunter.
Jumping up on the platform below the hanging woman, the elfin grabbed her hips and forced her gaping slit onto his cock, thrusting in and out with reckless abandon. He didn't take long to shoot his load into her, falling back as the others entered.
“You lasted less than half a minute,” Salis sighed, leaning in the doorway. “That won't help her learn anything. I hope the rest of you can do better.”
“Give me a few minutes to catch my breath,” the elfin grinned. “I can do better.”
“You have a month,” Salis answered. “All of you are going to live in this room for a month.”
“Let me have a go,” the human said, pushing his way up front, taking a knee and entering the slave's hole, pulling on her chest to get her attention.
She moaned, her eyes struggling to focus.
“Hey, slave,” the human said. “Roll your hips. I want to feel you fucking me.”
Samus' eyes flickered to her trainer, who nodded her head.
“Obey, Samus,” Salis ordered. “This is what you're for.”
Samus struggled to do as bidden, her slick cunt gripping the cock inside her, her hips rolling. The man inside her groaned, tilting his head back.
“She's tight,” he managed to say, hugging her closer. His thighs underneath her gave her some leverage, took the pressure off her aching limp limbs. Her hips circled, driving down and off of him, down and onto him, he moaning with pleasure as she felt herself closing in on the cum she had wanted for so long.
He didn't last long enough for her and she cried when he left her empty, slapping his manhood onto her face and using her hair to clean himself off.
“Me next,” the hulking mauk said. His shoulder breadth was three times that of the Hunter, Salis noted with glee, and his manhood just as impressive. Even with the lubricant provided by Samus' prior lovers and the slick wetness born of her need, he struggled to get himself lodged in.
It took some doing, but he managed.
Gripping her torso, he used her as a masturbation aid, pumping her up and down on top of him.
“Stop,” Salis ordered. The mauk did, looking back at her with a silent question. “Using her like that while she's bound might damage her, and we already have a buyer. Let's get her down and ready for you.”
The five nodded, allowing Salis to unbind Samus' fingers, her toes, to take her wrists and ankles out of the pillar, to undo the collar around her neck and let her naked body fall heavy to the floor. Salis slipped the straitjacket back over her arms, binding the Hunter again.
“Is she dangerous?” the mauk asked, the question mocking.
“You can never be too careful,” Salis answered.
Even now, some stray part of Samus thought, she fears me.
“Hey, are you guys going to want access to her mouth and ass?”
The human considered this, slapping the Hunter's ass, watching the supple flesh tremble from the assault.
“Yes,” he said.
The others agreed.
So Salis removed the dildo from Samus Aran's backside, letting it slither out before pulling the one out from deep in her throat. Samus couldn't close her aching jaw, not after having it pried open for so long, and she gaped and sucked down clean air for the first time in she couldn't remember how long.
“Have fun, boys,” Salis said, biting her lip as the mauk grabbed the Hunter and started fitting her cunt around his manhood once more. “I'll have food and drink brought to you.”
She left Samus, then, left her in the hands of monsters.
The mauk did make her cum. Several times she screamed her release as he bounced her up and down on top of him before discarding her, bathing her in his seed. The others didn't mind. The nebari were happy to double team her, one on her ass while the other rode her face, holding her up by her ponytail.
And so it went. They fucked her, had her cleaned, fucked her some more, ate, fucked her some more, slept. She took them alone and in combination, losing consciousness as they drove her to ecstasy and waking up with cocks inside her – mostly in her mouth, but sometimes in her ass or her cunt, sometimes all three.
They ate and joked, alcohol brought to them so they could consume it, they joking over her as they made her eat without her hands, her mouth in a bowl of kibble. They made her do tricks for treats, fucked her while she ate, fucked her and fucked her and fucked her.
It amazed her how much she enjoyed it, she still not knowing that her food was laced with aphrodisiacs and lacking the capacity to even suspect it.
Maybe, she thought, her rebellious brain refusing emptiness, maybe this is what I was meant for...
And then she remembered:
“Samus is enjoying having her owner play with her.”
These men weren't her owners, but she was enjoying herself – even when the mauk took her ass or forced her tongue to clean his manhood after his use of her. How could she not? The human fucked her the whole time, grabbing her hips but letting her roll against him, slapping her ass as she pressed her backside against his hips.
And that was it: she was fucking them, they enjoying her for all she was worth, she enjoying them more than she ever would have thought possible. Flushed, whimpering, she felt her sense of self slathered away in the mess of cum, washed away when they washed her.
When the month ended Salis returned to find Samus a smiling twitching mess, lying on her belly with her legs splayed and her cunt throbbing. The five looked mutinous, unwilling to leave, but Salis walked in with Bekhesh at her side and the others quieted.
“Thank you for your service,” Salis said.
“Your time here has been served,” Bekhesh said. “Those of you that wish to leave can do so under my employ.”
The five looked at one another, stunned.
“Who are you?” the human asked, suspicious. “Another criminal warlord?”
“No,” Bekhesh spat, crossing his arms over his chest. “I am the Royal Bodyguard and Protector of Baron Rinic Pratolsar. If you work for me you'll make more money than you ever dreamed, but we'll have to get you caught up on intergalactic affairs.”
“Alright,” the human said. The five looked at one another, all of them agreeing. “What about the Hunter? The real one? Is he still out there?”
“Samus Aran has vanished,” Bekhesh growled. “The Kanvian Empire is at peace.”
“Oh, well,” the mauk said, cracking his knuckles. “It would have been nice to get revenge, but I guess we'll just have to live with having fucked a slave bearing his name.”
“Good enough for me,” the human said, laughing as he slapped Samus' ass one more time.
Salis and Bakhesh shared a look before the Tavlek guided the five out and away, towards a freedom that the Hunter would never know again. Salis kicked the prone woman onto her back, put her foot over the Hunter's face and bit her lip as the Hunter began licking the sole of her foot.
“Imagine that,” she said. “Imagine never knowing that you took revenge on the one who imprisoned you.”
Samus, delirious and with a busy tongue, offered no response.
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