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The Bergman Affair	By : HunterOpera Category: +M through R > Metroid Views: 48055 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I own nothing and am making no money from this. Metroid, Samus, et al are owned by the people that own them, not me. Other M was an abomination in terms of narrative. I'm writing porn while being more respective of the characters...

Chapter List
- 1-The Bergman Affair
- 2-Arrival at YS7-23
- 3-Shaktool
- 4-Kaaye
- 5-Bormu
- 6-Draygon
- 7-Cavern
- 8-Kago
- 9-Zoomer
- 10-Yapping Maw
- 11-Vogl
- 12-Zebesian
- 13-Slaughter
- 14-Interlude
- 15-SporeSpawn
- 16-Jump
- 17-Cacatac
- 18-Zoomer II
- 19-Keaton
- 20-Slime
- 21-Big Time
- 22-Sylux
- 23-Brannigan
- 24-Hook
- 25-Mia Xen
- 26-Line
- 27-Atrocity
- 28-Horror
- 29-Sinker
- 30-Fear
- 31-Ridley
- 32-Wreck
- 33-Pulse
- 34-Light
- 35-Robot
- 36-Laboratory
- 37-Covern
- 38-Phantoon
- 39-Sakamoto
- 40-Madeline
- 41-Damara
- 42-Melissa
- 43-Samus Aran
- 44-Punishment
- 45-Healing
- 46-Finale and Acknowledgments
- 15
- 16
- 17
So, it turns out I end up working on this whenever I'm in transit for any extended period of time, which probably means I should leave the city without driving a little more often. I'm about to go and respond to new reviews over in the forums (copy/pasta this url will take you to that specific thread: http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/index.php/topic/36931-metroid-the-bergman-affair-feedback-comments-and-workshopping/), because I'm highly appreciative of feedback and feel I should respond to it. I'm tooling out the next couple of chapters nowish and should have them up by the weekend. Questions, comments, and feedback are all appreciated and will be responded to.
Mia Xen was created by Alyx/Comic/SamusCaptor and more of her can be found at his deviantart site. Hopefully GMod will fix its issues and he'll get back to posting his stuff soon. In the meantime, story!

Planet YS7-23, GFDate ????:????
There was no sign of the SporeSpawn when she woke up.
She was alone on the cliff, sun rising in the south. Groaning, Samus pushed herself up on her knees, her hips still resting on the earth. Through half-lidded eyes she looked around, remembering her last minutes of consciousness – the whitefire that had thundered through her, knocking away all sense and reason, holding her in the throes of endless pleasure until finally granting her the release of unconsciousness.
Never had she felt anything that intense, anything that -good-. Her hips twitched and left the ground, rising so that she was on hands and knees, her head bowed as she remembered the feeling. Ian Malkovitch, Gandrayda, every other lover she'd ever had couldn't hope to compare with the sensations that had flooded through her, had been inflicted on her, and she could no longer tell if she wanted this or not.
What am I thinking? she wondered, closing her eyes and trying to center herself, shaking as she realized how addictive the constant attention was becoming. I need to get off this planet. I need to kill whoever is doing this to me, painfully but quickly, and I need to get the hell off this planet.
She managed to keep from whimpering as she stood. Her sword and knife had been left on the plateau, her armor still attached to her. She looked at it, wondering why her enemy was leaving her the tools she had claimed, dismissing it as unimportant for the moment. She would ask the Colonel just before she killed him, letting him know what an idiot he was for leaving her armed and armored.
As she moved to claim her weapons she paused, wincing. She felt filled down below, not uncomfortably so but... her eyes widened as she looked at the armor around her hips, seeing for the first time an amber like substance that now bound her armor to her flesh. She could feel the intrusions in her now, wondered how she hadn't before – they were thinner then they had been, their presence still tickling her as she stood on the plateau, bending as she moved but making certain that she was never unaware of them.
This is completely untenable, Samus thought, glaring. She tried to pull the armor off but couldn't make it budge, couldn't even slip her fingers past the amber. The substance was liquid enough to move with her but solid enough to keep out her questing fingers.
Frustrated, she stalked over to her weapons, the invaders squirming inside her as she moved. She did her best to ignore them, biting down on the soft panting sounds that wanted to slip over her throbbing tongue. She picked up her blades, carefully tried to pry the knife into the amber, but the even the edge of the knife could not penetrate the amber that was penetrating her.
Throwing the knife away in frustration, she sat down and put her head in her hands, breathing heavily with her eyes closed, trying to make sense of this.
The end goal is to own me, whatever that means, Samus thought. How does this help that goal? She thought back on everything she had suffered so far, back on the beach and in the caves, out on this plateau. None of the things that had taken her had hurt her, not really. All of them had tried to overwhelm her sense of herself with pleasure.
All of them were trying to make her lose her sense of self.
And that could do it, Samus admitted silently, her eyes narrowing as she looked around for the fruit-eye she was certain would be hovering around her. She spotted three of them, glared at them as they watched her, just out of range of her weapons and their contact radius. The Chozo taught me to deal with pain, with exhaustion, with the consequences of combat, but this is different. The weapon is pleasure and... who thinks like that? Who would ever consider using pleasure as a weapon?
Her hatred for the Colonel burned fresh within her. Despite her profession she was not a violent person by nature. She enjoyed dancing, singing, a strong beer and good company. She didn't enjoy killing but she was very good at it, perhaps better than even the Chozo had been back during the height of their civilisation.
She didn't enjoy killing, never had, but she was going to enjoy killing the one responsible for doing this to her.
A simple sling made from a vine acted as a sheath, allowing her to carry her weapons while keeping her hands free. She moved over to the edge of the cliff, keeping her lips pressed together, ignoring the warm sensations that flooded through her with every step, the constant reminder of what was locked inside her. Lying down, she peered over the edge and found no evidence of any of the SporeSpawns she had fought, not even the one she had killed.
Charming. No sign of my victories, just my defeats. Subtle touch.
Sighing, she slipped over the edge of the cliff and began climbing down to the waiting forest. It took her about an hour longer than it should have, she having to stop every so often to close her eyes and calm herself from the intruders that felt the need to remind her of their presence every time she moved. She was panting freely by the time she approached the ground, decided to drop the last dozen feet rather than tolerate the constant unwelcome affection.
The moment her hands and feet left the cliffface the intrusions within her swelled and began to vibrate, growing in size and movement every second. Samus yelped, stumbling as she hit the ground, falling on her face as her hands darted between her legs. There was no helping it, though, no easing the tension that forced her wet and quivering, her vision blurring as the panting passing her lips grew ever more intense.
It ended only after she crested the horizon of orgasm, leaving her shaking and panting. She could feel the things within her quiver and recede, finally reseting back to their previous size inside her. Any time that she tried to move before that point they would swell again, toying with her, teasing her, hitting nerves inside of her that she had never known were there.
W-what caused that to happen? Whimpering, she pushed herself up to her hands and knees. At least the one in my ass didn't swell, just the one up front. Ugh... for every silver lining, a cloud. She huddled for a moment, collecting herself.
I need to know why that happened, Samus thought, looking up at the fruit-eyes that hovered above her, just within the uppermost shade of the canopy. The word -penalty- formed in her head, unbidden, and she knew the fruit-eyes were trying to answer her question.
Penalty, Samus thought, considering the word. Penalty for what? All I did was let go of the... oh. Oh, no. Shaking, Samus got to her feet, looking around to make sure she nothing was around her. There didn't appear to be anything, no sign of Kago or Shaktool or Zoomer. Closing her eyes, taking a deep breath, she jumped.
The moment no part of her was touching the ground the thing in her lower lips began to swell, filling her. She screamed and fell to her knees, limply trapped in her own skin as another orgasm washed its way through her, every muscle in her tensing as pure unadulterated pleasure washed every other thought from her mind.
Eventually, she blinked. Eventually, thought returned to her. She fell onto her hands, holding herself in a bridge, letting her breath come back to her in ragged gasps as she closed her eyes.
Penalty. She spat as she thought the word. The penalty for jumping is, well, that. I hate this place. Given the caves and the beach I'm willing to bet there's things I'm going to have to fight here, too, but jumping is right out if I want to keep free of them. I wonder if I can run...?
She stood up on trembling legs, took a few experimental strides. Nothing happened. She ducked into a roll, coming to her feet without incident. She looked up at the fruit hanging from some of the trees, wondering if she could climb up to get them, unable to stop from cringing as she considered the consequences if she wasn't.
Dismissing her fear, she unsheathed her knife and tossed the blade up. It too her only a few throws to collect a decent amount of fruit. She took her time peeling and eating it; Some kind of melon with a subtle flavor that wasn't terrible, the skin red-green and the inside a bright gold. She ate gingerly, mulling over her options.
The canopy above her was thick enough to block out most of the sun, which would make getting a direction difficult. The internal fauna wasn't too thick, but she could hear scuttling legs that promised that something was out there and she had little doubt that whatever that was would try to take advantage of her.
It'd have to get the armor off to do so, Samus thought wryly. Could give me a chance to get this crap off me. Never thought I'd want to be naked on this planet again, but at this point... She sighed, shook her head and wiped the juices from her mouth before walking off into the waiting woods.
She studied a few of the trees, looking for moss and smiling when she found some. The cliff had been facing west and that was the direction she wanted to go. By that reckoning the moss was growing on the north side of this tree; she double checked, making sure that the moss here behaved like it was supposed to, and, indeed, all the moss was growing on the same side of every tree that bore some.
“At least I know I'm going in the right direction,” Samus muttered, starting off. The fruit-eyes followed at a respectful distance, the rustling around her growing more pronounced. Muttering a Chozo prayer under her breath, Samus unsheathed her sword and stalked forward, staring fearlessly into the waiting woods.

Moon RK18-94, GFDate 4034:0502
Days had gone by, Anthony finding reasons to avoid meeting with the Kriken ambassador. The thing had apparently been waiting patiently for him, sitting in the room that had been set aside for it. His men had been treating it fairly, making sure it was fed and allowed to rest, and it had not asked for anything. It was on its best behavior and that was making everyone uneasy.
He'd been marking time, helping the rescue crews look for survivors, but there wasn't an inch of rubble left that he and his teams hadn't been through. The Vhozons were massing along the border for another attack and the Kriken were waiting, waiting, waiting. He couldn't put this off any longer. Leaning heavily on his cane, he walked down a long corridor towards the waiting alien.
Mia Xen shadowed his footsteps.
He paused at the door, his hand hovering over the knob. He fingers clasped the cold steel, an old fashioned device that worked even without electrical power. His technicians assured him that non-vital systems would have power in the next few hours. He briefly considered asking them about that but decided -not- to; there was no more time to delay.
Sighing, he opened the door and he stepped inside. The Kriken was waiting there, staring at him with pure black eyes, comfortably crouched in the rest position of its species. A table sat in the room, unmolested, a single unused chair waiting for him.
The only other thing in the room was a lone Kaayes plant.
:You Are Hurt: the thing clacked at him, words escaping the monstrosity that passed for its mouth. :Sit And Heal : We Will Talk : I Am Talk : It Is Good:
“Your name is Talk?” Anthony asked, taking a seat. Mia stood behind him, crossing her arms over her chest as the thing seemed to nod at them by shaking its limbs. “My name is Anthony. I'm the chosen representative of the Galactic Federation. I'm sorry for keeping you waiting.”
:Hive Was Hurt: the thing answered, seeming to nod again. :Must Find Lost : I Understand This : You Here Now : We Must Talk:
“I'm told you want an alliance?”
:Vhozon Threaten Both : Are Larger Threat : Allies For Now : Discuss Further After:
“An alliance of convenience?” Anthony asked. The Kriken considered this for a moment, limbs moving in that pseudo nod again. “Do you know why the Vhozon attacked?”
:We Have Theory : Vhozon Ideal Purity : Consider Us Impure : Consider You Impure : You Greater Impurity : They Attack You : Come Us Later : We Ally -Now-:
“Makes sense,” Anthony muttered, mulling it over. And it did make sense; the Vhozons had been at war with the Zebesians before this, as they would have been seen as a greater impurity than the Federation. The Vhozon always were a little too holier-than-thou for anyone's good. Self-righteous bastards. “Okay. What do you get out of us?”
The thing paused for a long time, long enough that Anthony's injured leg began to ache.
:Can't Defeat Alone: the Kriken admitted. :We Would Lose : We Help You : We Avoid Extinction:
“Uh-huh. And what if we want a longer peace?” Anthony asked. “We just fought a long war, are looking at another, and have no desire to fight a third.”
The thing paused, considering.
:Peace For Trade: The words seemed grudging. :We Need Animals : Trade Service Animals : We Give Goods : We Give Services : We Get Services:
“I think that can be arranged,” Anthony said, keeping a friendly grin on his faith, but he could not help but think that the thing was looking at and considering the soldier behind him.

Planet YS7-23, GFDate 4034:0503
Brannigan and Melissa both laughed at the expression on Samus' face whenever she forgot that she couldn't jump. Brannigan in particular took delight in the whimpering mess that his enemy became whenever her feet left the ground, the way she grasped helplessly at the tormenting influence between her legs. Melissa would get up and dance in a circle, clapping her hands.
Days went by. Brannigan slept some of the time, eager to go out and hunt the girl, but Melissa asked him for patience and he acceptd her commands. How could he not? She had given him so much, his old life back and this wonderful revenge. He could wait, taking joy in the suffering of the woman that had taken so much from him.
The woman on the couch was named Madeline. She sat silently behind them, sometimes watching the screens, sometimes curling up until a ball and covering herself with a blanket. Melissa was always careful with her, touching her with a tenderness that surprised him. This gentleness was never in evidence when she turned her attention to the poor broken male that lay tied to the floor.
Brannigan treated him with the same contempt that his benefactor did.
“It's been four days since the thing with the SporeSpawn,” Melissa said, grinning over a steaming cup of coffee. “I think it's time we introduced Samus to another kind of fun.”
“What kind of fun did you have in mind?” Brannigan asked, unable to keep the smile from his face.
“Well, she's doing things without your permission,” Melissa answered. “She needs your permission, and we'll teach her that. Teach her that. First, she made that armor but we turned that into a punishment. Next, she was jumping around without permission, so we took that away from her.”
“So, we're taking things from her?”
“Yes, oh, yes.” Melissa giggled and danced in place. “Normally she gets more powerful, but we're going to make her weaker. Throw enemies against her and if she fails she'll be punished, both with attention and a new restriction.”
“And if she wins?”
“She can't, she can't, the game is rigged against her.” Melissa laughed and spun in a circle. “She needs to think she can win, though. She needs to believe that. Otherwise there's no point.”
“And when do I get to go out there?”
“Not yet, not yet, she needs to learn more first,” Melissa said, slipping into a chair and typing away at a keyboard. “I want to show you something. Your next weapon. Your next toy.”
Brannigan slipped into the chair next to her, learning the control of the next creature Melissa had for him to play with. He recognized it, having killed more than his fair share during his prime – Cacatacs.
They were scuttling plants, little spiked bulbs on spider legs that fired out either needles or pouches that released a thick gas upon striking the ground. These were of the latter variety. The gas immobilized their prey, which they then devoured; typically they hunted small mammals and birds. Brannigan remembered the SporeSpawn, though, and had seen the changes Melissa had wrought to the other creatures. He looked at her, wondering what changes she'd made to the mobile cacti.
“I've changed everything here in the name of fun.” Melissa showed him how to control the creatures, how he could control a whole pack of them at a time before turning them over to him entirely. He smiled, agreeing with her words; this was going to be -fun.-
He practiced directing the Cacatac by hunting a few helpless Zoomers, surrounding the insects before launching the pouches and testing the means by which these altered plants devoured their prey. He smiled, thinking of how Samus would react to this, turning his attention to the Hunter as she wandered ever westward on the displays.
“Samus Aran,” he taunted, eyes narrowing as he considered the woman he hated more than anything, the woman that had fallen under his power and was as yet unaware of it. “Are you ready for the next part of the game?”
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