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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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It's warm on Krais, friend.
The trees tower and blossom, mighty leaves sheltering the world from a predator sun. The air is so thick that walking feels like swimming, glistening sweat highlighting the contours of those species capable of such a reaction. Other species pant endlessly, wanting for water that doesn't taste of living flotsam. The natives possess the most advanced air recycling and conditioning technologies in the Galactic Federation, and even without the deep mines of Chromextin and Chlorium within their territories, the Kanvian Empire would be rich from their advancements.
Baron Rinic Pratolsar tries to avoid going to Krais when he can. Publicly, the stench of politics reminds him of too many family tragedies. Privately, he dislikes the purplish skies and the constant oppressive heat – though the latter does give him an excuse to show off his latest toy.
She's a pretty thing, his property. Slavery was never outlawed in the Kanvian Empire and Krais, the heart, has a high percentage of slaves owned by old nobility and put to a variety of uses: some are guards, some work fields. Others hunt or perform menial tasks. This slave, though, you can tell what she's for. The Baron doesn't even try to hide it.
Why would he?
He has her long golden hair styled to his liking, a ponytail in back and two hanging braids framing her face. Her eyes catch the light and glimmer blue-emerald, but there's no light in them, nothing but empty adoration. Her lips part all the time, shallow breaths making her chest rise and fall, her tight belly exposed.
The Kanvian slave garb leaves little to the imagination: it's a style meant to highlight nudity and excite anyone looking at a slave. It shakes when she walks, makes soothing fabric whispers that draw attention so that the sparkling thread can keep the eye. It traces her musculature, her shoulders and arms, her curl of her hips, the arch of her back, the way her muscles tense and her ass sways when she moves.
She possesses an echo of something – you look at her and you think to yourself that there must have been something to her, once upon a time. If you know what to look for, you'll notice the shadow of a predatory gait that slivers out of her submissive posture sometimes, echoes that make her all the more enticing. To see her is to want to fuck her, and the Baron can be a very generous man with those who are close to him.
Perhaps you'd like me to introduce you...?
Ah, you recognize her? Yes, the Baron doesn't hide who she was. Those of us that used to deal with the Hunter would see her milling about his gunship. She was his mechanic and agent. She'd handle his repairs, his logistics, picking up rewards and dropping off those he'd collected. He vanished years ago, of course, along with his armor and ship, and she turned up in the slave markets around the Jovian systems.
Yes, the Baron has a receipt for his purchase. She's all legally registered. You can check the identification number and proof of purchase on the collar around her neck, though he sometimes attaches the tag to her nipple. She doesn't know what happened to the Hunter, but the Baron pays his respects in his own way: he's named her for the man she used to serve.
That's right. That slave is named Samus Aran.
Drink it in.
You'd be surprised how many people don't know the name anymore. Samus was a legend, a freelance bounty hunter that the Federation employed to handle jobs they considered impossible. He was up there with the likes of “Big Time” Brannigan, Gandrayda, or Novus, the best of the best. There are stories that he even fought Ridley and won.
A shame that no one knows what happened to him.
Oh, yes, my friend, the Baron frequently chains her to his table. When he has her with him he likes to show her off, sitting on the patio and inviting the rare person to dine with them. He keeps her chained and at his feet. She eats on the floor, drinking from a bowl and accepting food from his hand.
Sometimes, for private occasions, he'll have her serve his guests. Yes, dressed like that, and I already told you the Baron is a generous man. I've felt that ass, pulled her into my lap while she served wine. The Baron lets us spank her when she spills any and, on those lucky occasions where I've been to those meals, we guests make a game of it – getting her to spill so we can spank her, finger her, direct her lips where they will do the most good.
That slave is pretty, yes, but she's gorgeous when she cries. She writhes so well.
And to ride her...!
Here, come and say hello. The Baron doesn't mind, do you, your Grace? Bow low and give our lord his due – forgive my friends, Baron, they're from the outer rim, I'm just showing them the ropes. Do you mind if they...? Thank you, your Grace. You are too kind.
Go ahead, touch her. Don't mind her hands trying to keep you away... is that bothering you? Here, don't worry – Samus, put your hands behind your back. Yes, just like that.
See? It's that easy. She's very well trained.
Go on, then, friend, feel the slave. Touch her anywhere you like. Soft, isn't she? Pliant and wet. Look at the way her cheeks are already flushed. She wants you. She gets off on it, the little slut. If you want proof, just pull her labia open... just make sure to catch the vibrator when it falls out of her.
Samus will clean it before you put it back in and your hand after, if you like. She can either fetch you some water or use her tongue. Personally, I like the feel of her tongue, but I know how sheepish some people can be. Don't worry – neither the Baron or I will judge. It takes some getting used to, I know.
Here, let's get down to business. Yes, Samus will be sitting beside us the whole time. Don't worry, she'll be quiet; the vibrator goes in her mouth so she can ride that dildo on the ground. I'm told it's a replica of a mauk's manhood? It is? Impressive, your Grace.
Come, friend, let's get this done.
The sooner we finish here, the sooner we can watch her dance.
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