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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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A quick divergence, friends. A visit with Alista.
You remember her? Sister of Olsar, that rat fucking bastard. Explorer, programmer, the sort of person that Olsar pretends to be until he took that all away from her; framed her for his crimes, saw her convicted, handed her to Salis and sold her to Miklo Braca to ensure the latter's loyalty.
She suffered on Ariime, though not so much as Samus Aran. She did not share the Hunter's will, her strength of mind or character. She did have dignity, though, and that was stripped away a sliver at a time. It took her days to beg, weeks to break. When Salis handed her collar to Braca he accepted a broken doll.
Miklo Braca was twice her age and half as old again; he'd watched her grow up under the care of her parents and had found her troublesome even then.
“She's wild and she's going to be trouble,” he'd advised her father, the old Baron. “You should spank her. Show her there are consequences for her actions.”
Her father had been too kind, too indulgent. After she'd been framed and convicted, her father had looked haggard and had brought that conversation up.
“Maybe if I'd listened to you,” the old Baron mourned, “she wouldn't have turned out so badly.”
The old Baron and Baroness died believing their daughter was a monster, never understanding it was a monster that they were confiding in.
When she was cusping into adulthood he'd begun to notice her in ways he thought he shouldn't and kept to himself. If he found whores that looked like her and fucked them senseless, well, no one noticed back then. She certainly didn't; she barely knew his name.
She knew it now but never used it. He was her owner, her master, and she hated him with every fiber of her being.
He kept her around as a menial slave, making her wash his clothing, his floor. Organize his books dressed as a Kanvian slave, more of her on display than not. He'd hand her his coat and make her carry it, keep her silent and at his heel. And every night he'd show her the tally he kept of her behavior and he'd spank her for every infraction.
Alista's every night started with her standing in front of him. He'd sit at his desk and have her standing with her legs apart, her hands clasped behind her neck, her eyes downcast. Sometimes, when he was in a rare kind mood, he'd let her kneel with her hands resting palm up on her thighs.
He'd spin and look at her, take her by the collar and pull her over his lap. One hand would hold her by the collar while the other brushed down along her spine, down her hips, cupping the supple flesh of her ass. She'd whimper and kick and he allowed this, liking her cries, liking her fruitless efforts to escape him.
Alista's belly and breasts would brush against his manhood, hardening him for later.
The first few swats were always the same, meant to get a sense of how she was feeling pain that day. Her cries were the music he relaxed to, he enjoying making her ass ache and redden. It wasn't until he was satisfied that she was ready to suffer that the punishments would begin, ten swats for each thing she did wrong and ten again to remind her of her place.
When she'd first become his property, the drugs and training had left her little more than a mindless sex doll; the novelty of owning her had worn off quickly in those days. He wanted her conscious, wanted her to know that he owned her, that she was his to do whatever he wanted to.
He'd began weaning her off the drugs, letting her conscious mind re-assert itself. He'd never stopped spanking or punishing her, so even as her thoughts cleared her body became used to his touch and her soul trapped to her circumstances.
She's too aware that the galaxy believes her a traitor. She knows what her brother did to her, knows that Braca had a hand in it, but she's afraid of Salis and terrified of being sent back to Ariime.
And she's ashamed. Ashamed to be seen barely dressed like a slave, ashamed to be studied every night by Braca, ashamed to feel his thumb brush her lips and skin. Her owner likes her ashamed. Her flushes and shattered dignity make him hard and make every spanking so much more pleasurable for him.
No one knows that Braca has let her mind reassert herself. She plays broken, looking for any way out of the horror her life has become. When her brother went to collect his slave, Alista thought the name was a joke: Samus Aran. Slowly, licking the feet of her brother's closest friends, she listened and learned and put the pieces together.
Alista could scarcely believe what her brother had done, reducing the famed warrior to his whimpering little pet. Braca settled the matter for her, though, when he took her to a secret asteroid lab on LV-426, where the criminal Weavil and a team of Braca's scientists were trying to enter Samus' gunship.
It's been years, Alista learned, and while they had penetrated the Hunter's body and soul they had not yet managed to violate her home or understand the first thing about her technology.
She screams on Braca's lap, accepts his punishments and his fingers, takes his cock into her mouth. She keeps her eyes down and stays up after he's started to snore, using his computer to look for files. She needs time, needs muscle, needs an ally – and her brother has given her the best ally anyone could hope for, broken though she might be.
Her head is bowed, friends, her expression hidden. She whimpers and thanks Braca as he slaps her ass, slaps her ass, slaps her ass. She does her best to let her body struggle while she thinks and plots.
She has a plan and she will not stop until those who framed her suffer for their sins.
The trick would be arranging alone time with Samus, enough time to flush the drugs from her system and remind her who she really is... and if she can program the Hunter to serve as her pet, so much the better.
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Vengeance, ho~! Samus gains a twisted ally, but will Alista be enough to turn the tide and undo the damage that has been done to her? And even if she does, will Alista twists Samus for her own ends? The next few chapters will tell. Comments? Questions? Feeback? Everything is responded to over at http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/topic/36931-metroid-the-bergman-affair-feedback-comments-and-workshopping/?page=13. Thank for reading, and I'll be back soon.
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