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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
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Planet YS7-23, GFDate ????:????
When Samus regained conscious thought the Cacatacs were gone. Her hips were still rolling with the echoes of sensation, though, she blushing furiously as the inside of her legs throbbed with remembered pleasure. Moaning, she fell on her side, clutching herself unconsciously, trying to keep those feelings going with her fingers and failing. The armor she had been so proud of kept her fingers out, the amber that had given way to Cacatac tendrils keeping her safe from her own attentions.
Gradually, as the pleasure dimmed and it became easier to think, she forced her hands away from her hips and thighs and to her stomach, hugging herself until the urges that consumed her faded. She lay there for a time, knees pulled tight against her chest and eyes tightly shut.
This is no way to fight, she thought, closing her lips to seal the soft moans that wanted to escape her throat, all too aware of the audience that would be celebrating her every show of weakness. There has to be a way out of this. She pushed herself onto her knees, glancing around for the weapons she had claimed.
They lay where they had fallen.
Shaking her head to clear the thick cobwebs that had settled over her mind, she stood up and felt something tug between her thighs. She fell still, slipping back into a crouch, spread her knees slightly to see what new horror had been inflicted upon her.
A four inch length of amber stretched from one thigh to the other. She stared at it, ran a finger along the dangling length. It was slack, weakened, and she wondered briefly if the amber was melting off her. She tried pushing her armor away from her flesh but the semi-liquid proved as strong as ever, keeping the carapace she had claimed bound to her. If it was weakening, though, or drying out, it would only be a matter of time before she was free.
That was something to look forward to.
She smiled, got to her feet and started walking towards her blades, her magnificent stride cut short – and then she screamed and staggered, falling to the ground as the intrusion in her bum swelled and shook. She felt her eyes go wide, her breath faltering as she was penetrated and driven to her knees, falling forward as though bowing, submitting to the unseen god that had taken up residence inside her.
She closed her eyes, drool passing her lips, her body quaking as the invader continued to swell and writhe inside her, tickling another unwanted orgasm from her before receding. She knew better than to move before it had finished inflicting her -penalty- upon her, so she lay there, gasping and unable to do anything about the thing that had made use of her rear channel.
Penalty... she rolled on her back, looking up with hatred at the fruit-eye that stared down at her. She could imagine the Colonel laughing at her, mocking the frailty he had inflicted upon her. Penalty... but for what? Losing to the Catatacs? That hardly seems fair given the fun they already had at my expense. What sort of game is this?
She stood up again, taking careful steps, wondering what had triggered the attack in her rear. She knelt down to collect her weapons, looking around her. There was still scuttling in the woods and it was still circling her, but there was no sign of the Cacatacs, the distinctive sound of their attack nowhere in evidence. She had learned to keep better attention, though.
She would not let herself be surrounded again.
Walking over to a tree, she checked the moss to orientate herself, faced west and paused. She didn't know how much time she'd lost since the Cacatac attack and wasn't certain what her last little experience had cost her, but she wanted off this planet as quickly as possible.
I could run for a bit, she thought, biting her lip. I could probably use the exercise. Sighing, she stretched a bit and sheathed her weapons, stood for a moment and then began to run
only to fall the to the ground, screaming as the thing inside her bowels began writhing and swelling all over again. She curled into a ball, trembling as the invader had its way with her, driving her over the edge before shrinking back to its more manageable size. She lay there, quivering, waiting for it to settle back down, the thing still molesting her from the inside.
What did I do? she thought, keeping her eyes closed, feeling her hips twitch with unwelcome pleasure. A thought occurred to her, a thought that invited a fresh batch of shaking. Carefully sitting up, she spread her legs slightly and looked at the dangling bit of amber between her thighs.
Four inches, she thought, staring at it. What if it isn't weakening? What if...
She pressed a careful finger against the line, not quite pushing it taut, and felt the beginning tremors of the thing that waited inside her. She let go and felt it recede, wondering if the sense of disappointment she felt came from it or from her. Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, she forced herself to stand.
Four inches, she thought. I can't run, I can't even really walk with that limitation. Glancing around, Samus shrugged, shook herself out. She wasn't going to let this stop her. She'd destroyed Zebes, Phaaze, driven entire species to extinction. This could slow her down but it couldn't stop her. Grim faced and hard set, she turned west and started to walk.
Over time, she became aware of a scuttling around her. Irate, she turned to the sound, expecting a rematch with the hated Cacatacs but finding a whole new threat, one that should not have been anywhere near as dangerous but with her current limitations...
Drawing her weapons, she kept moving, glancing behind her and knowing that the Zoomers pursuing her would soon catch her up.

Planet Daibon, GFDate 4034:0504
“I'm telling you, Keaton's onto us!” Vogl said, trying to keep his voice to a whisper. The Kaayes was projecting two images into his mind, giving him the illusion of company in his home. The human woman did not seem alarmed by the news and the other... well, who could say what the Kriken thought of anything?
Keaton will believe whatever I want him to believe, the image of the human thought at him, her expression smug. We'll guide him to where you want him. Will you be ready when the time comes?
“I'm ready right now,” he grumbled, not able to match her gaze as she continued to stare at him. There was something about the way she looked through people that made him squirm. It said a lot about her, he thought, that he ended up looking to the Kriken for comfort. “What about you?”
:Mia Is Acceptable: Even telepathically, the Kriken's words were a disturbing assemblage of clicks and clacks. Vogl wondered if that was his imagination or not, doubted he would ever know for certain. :Will Take Her : See If Works : You Get Want : We Get Want : Alliance Makes Sense:
And who is your Queen? the human asked, her hands on her hips.
:You Are Queen: the Kriken replied, bowing its obeisance. :We Are Yours : Empire Is Yours : We All Worship: Now And Always:
If there was any proof of his partner's power this was it, the unconquered Kriken Empire falling to its knees in blind adoration and worship of her. The thought made Vogl hard, the idea of allying with such a power. If only he could figure out a way to control her without her noticing... but those thoughts were for another time. Dreams of controlling a telepath in the telepath's presence was not a good way to achieve much of anything.
It's a shame the Vhozon weren't so enlightened, the human thought at them. She seemed distracted, Vogl noticed, her eyes shifting away from the screen sometimes. He licked his lips.
“What about the Hunter?” he asked. The human giggled, clapping her hands.
Don't worry your little head about that, dear one. Samus Aran is being seen to. Oh, yes, Samus is being seen to.
The way she said those words made the mighty organ between Vogl's legs throb.

Planet YS7-23, GFDate 4034:0504
Watching the Cacatacs gang-bang Samus Aran had been lovely, almost as much fun as watching the recordings Melissa had made of her time in the caves. That had given Brannigan all sorts of ideas, ones he was eager to inflict on the Hunter that had taken so much from him. She had robbed him of dignity, of his very name and identity – was it any wonder that he wanted to -inflict- the same upon her?
The Cacatacs had driven her to writhing senselessness under his direction. Normally the creatures would have been no threat to her, and even the guardsmen he had once served with would have had little problem with them. Watching her fall prey to them had been wondrous, the rush of power he'd felt intoxicating. He knew they were nothing more than a tool he had used to reduce her and that knowing, oh, that knowing...
He'd wanted to use them again but his benefactor had laughed at the idea, shaking her head.
“No, no, we need to give her a sense of novelty,” she'd said, flicking a few switches and pressing a handful of buttons. Brannigan had smiled as she'd shown him how to direct the Zoomers and had outright chortled when she'd explained about Samus' most recent limitation. “She needs your permission to move around like that. She needs to ask you first. She didn't. She didn't. Penalty!”
Brannigan hadn't decided yet if he would ever let Samus Aran move like that ever again, no matter how she begged him. He supposed he would see when the time came. For now, the Zoomers would be the instruments of his will. It tickled him, the way her once mighty stride had been reduced to a mincing gait, the way her shoulders slumped and the hunted look in her eyes.
Just wait, Aran, he thought. Soon you'll have a haunted look in your eyes. And then, after that, there'll be nothing in your eyes save adoration for your owner. Melissa's promised me this and I believe her. I'd ask what you'd think about that but, well, it doesn't matter what you think, does it? Soon you won't even be capable of it.
She was still brandishing her weapons. Melissa had said they'd do something about that, too, but for the moment they would let her think she had a chance in using them.
Normally Samus would have outpaced the Zoomers. He could have done it even when he'd been crippled, though only just. Now, forced to take a pathetic fraction of her normal stride, the Zoomers were so much faster than she was. He used the creatures to mock her, the insects scuttling around her in circles, moving closer to threaten her and darting out of reach whenever she tried to attack.
And even her attacks were pathetic now. All that power, all those muscles, and she couldn't lunge, couldn't inflict more than glancing blows. She had to carefully crouch whenever she wanted to hit something, the Zoomers too small for her slashes when she was standing and too quick to avoid her limited thrusts. He could see her getting more and more frustrated as the hours wore on, she shuffling forward as quickly as she could, the Zoomers around her easily keeping pace and driving her wherever he wanted her to go.
His benefactor had been kind enough to give him a whole pack of the things, an even dozen. He only had four of them circling her right now, driving her south. The other eight were waiting an ever shorter distance away, the ambush he had prepared lacking only a victim.
It took her longer than he would have thought to get there, longer even than it would have taken him before he'd been healed. He shook his head and laughed at her sad little shuffle, the way she could barely keep her balance. She was frowning, her focus caught between the Zoomers mocking her and controlling her pace and keeping an eye on the ground, compensating for the gaps that would have forced her to break the four inch binding that had taken so much from her.
Brannigan grinned. He was about to take so much more away.
Her concentration was shattered when the other eight Zoomers rushed her from the brush. These insects didn't circle her, didn't mock her; rather, he'd commanded them to carry the heavy vines of the local fauna in their beaks, using the trees for leverage and height. Samus howled in fury as her wrists were caught in the vines and she was dragged off her feet, forced to keep her legs together to give herself even the illusion of freedom.
The Zoomers dragged her as she struggled to her knees, grim faced as she tried to give her arms some slack, but the Zoomers pulled her arms tight and kept a steady pace. Samus' face contorted as she saw them pulling her towards a tree – she tried to put her feet in front of her but another pair of Zoomers used their vine to capture an ankle, pulling her left leg off to one side.
She struggled. To her credit, she struggled... right until the four inch line pulled taut, right until the amber in her ass swelled and ruled her without mercy, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her. He loved the way her eyes rolled, how her entire body shuddered and went boneless, she no longer resisting as the Zoomers pulled her torso tight against the tree, tying her arms to two different trees by circling the vines around him.
The pair that had her ankle climbed up a tree, forcing the vine just as tight as the line between her thighs, and Brannigan laughed as her head lolled helplessly as more pleasure flowed through her, washing away things like thought or resistance. They tied her leg like that, high and away, and he dialed back the sensations roiling through her – he wanted her to be aware of this, to be able to think about what was happening to her.
Her arms were tied to branches high above her, forcing her to stand against a tree, keeping her back exposed. Her left ankle was tied high to another branch above her, a credit to her flexibility. The last pair of Zoomers came forward, crawling up beside her, circling around her, using their vine to tie her torso to the trunk.
He used a control to bring the Kaayes in closer, looking at her, reveling in the agonized expression on her face.
There was a dim sense of realization on her face, he saw. He'd left with with options; keep her legs spread but one foot on the ground, or use her arms to lift herself up, closing her legs but activating the amber that had found a home in her most intimate folds. He watched her struggle with the choice, her face flushed and breathing shallow, and wondered which fate she would choose to accept.
When she strained her arms and lifted herself he cackled, unable to help himself as she closed her eyes and bit her lip, accepting the fate he had crafted for her. He watched as her entire body shook, loving the desperate hate in her eyes just before they closed. That hate was a soothing balm to all the humiliation he had suffered for ten long years.
She was learning what he had suffered, experiencing it first hand, but it would never be enough.
He waited until senselessness claimed her, for her right foot to return to ground. The amber in her front hole receded as the one in her rear swelled, there being no hope for her now, no means for her to escape – her choices were where she would be filled, which type of orgasm she wanted to suffer, but even this was not enough degradation to sate the horror Brannigan's lust had become.
The Zoomers were no longer tied to the concept of herding her or binding her. One by one, he had them climb up the tree and position themselves just above her. Whenever her head lolled, exposing her face, he had them cover her once noble features with their seed.
Through all the spunk it was impossible to tell if she was crying, but Brannigan liked to think that she was.
For the moment, the dream of her tears was enough.
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