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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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Wheeeee! Another one done. Apologies for the delay; this past month has been insane. In any event, all replies and criticism is welcome, and will be responded to here: http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/index.php/topic/36931-metroid-the-bergman-affair-feedback-comments-and-workshopping/page-4 - just copy/pasta that url into your web browser of choice and we will have discourse.

Planet YS7-23, GFDate 4034:0512
“We made a mistake. A mistake.”
Madeline Bergman watched as the clone staggered around the lab, trying to pace but losing her balance every time she left the wall. The scientist had wrapped a blanket around herself to stave off the sterile chill, was still trembling from what they had seen.
“You hear that something is immortal and you look forward. Forward. Because that is the way that time moves. That's how we perceive time. Moving forward.”
Madeline watched the monitors, watched as the dragon soared in the air, circling over the long stretch of desert that separated lab from forest. His eyes burned hotter than the sun that lit this world, making the daylight seem somehow darker. She wondered if the effect was purely psychosomatic or the result of some unknown process, but then none of the people on the bottleship had managed to make sense of the creature outside.
“You see that thing is immortal. You see that it can't be killed. For lack of a better descriptor, death doesn't take. Take. And it always comes back, always returns, sometimes far way from the place where it died. We've seen that. There's no pattern to it. No pattern at all.”
The dragon seemed to mark the location of every camera, every Kaayes plant, both tree and bush. He smiled as he moved in lazy circles, sending everything below him scuttling and looking for cover. Light broke against his wings, the air itself seeming to move away from him.
“We're all prone to solipsism. We all think that time started when we did. Did. But I saw the mind of that thing. That... thing. And I tell you, I tell you, that thing out there is older than time, older than the concept of time, and it hates us. Hates all of us. Sees us as nothing but noise. Noise.”
The clone was standing on her own now, her shoulders slumped, her eyes downcast. She hugged herself, shaking, trying to find the courage to look at the screen. It took her minutes, Madeline noticed, but eventually the clone managed, her eyes tainted with her revulsion.
“Something should be done. Something... should be done.”

Planet YS7-23, GFDate ????:????
Very carefully, Samus crawled away.
There'd been a moment when she'd forgotten everything when she'd seen Ridley, all the things that had been inflicted on her since coming to YS7-23. Ridley always had that effect on her, reminding her of what was important, of why the Chozo had trained her to be their last warrior.
All lust had been driven from her, all thought of submission or the positions that had been drilled into her psyche over her time here. Everything but hate was burned away by the sight of the demon that had killed her family, her friends, her world. The scent of charred bodies filled her nostrils, the taste of ashes blown by waves of heat all the way down her throat.
She'd been three years old when he'd come for her the first time.
Hatred consumed her, rage filled her, and she had tried to roar a challenge – only to be silenced and hobbled, the things that bound her dropping her to the ground to writhe uselessly in pleasure. Her captor had stood over her, claiming her and trying to hold that claim against an enemy that was so far above him.
Ridley had toyed with him, taken him somewhere else, but Samus knew her nemesis would be back. She knew that she could not fight him like this, and whatever he wanted to do to her would be worse than anything that had been done to her so far, worse than the creatures of cave or forest, worse than Brannigan.
And she knew, in her present state, that there was no way for her to fight back.
So, she crawled. Eyes watering and breathing shallow, she crawled carefully – knowing that a single misstep would render her helpless, and that every breath in Ridley's absence was one she needed to try and find some place to hide.
He would come for her from the air, she knew, circling like a vulture. He would search every last grain of sand from the skies until he found her. She needed some place she could take cover – from there, maybe, she could plan an escape.
There has to be some way to get this armor off, she thought, staring at the yellowish goo that bound the armor she'd claimed to her naked skin. Shaking her head, she looked forward and kept mov
“Mmmmm!!”
She winced as she felt the things in her lower holes throb, stopping for a long, tense moment. She waited, expecting punishment for some unknown transgression, but the things inside her settled and she was forced to consider that maybe the slime was alive and making itself more comfortable inside her.
Closing her eyes, she hissed and counted. The slime settled and she kept moving, finally finding a rocky outcropping large enough to conceal her. She crawled towards it as quickly as she dared, eyes scanning the sands for sign of the shadow that would render all her efforts meaningless.
That sign never came.
Slipping into the shadows, she collapsed, covered in sweat. The shade was cool – the sun had been cooking her for what felt like days.
I've got a great tan, she thought, rolling her eyes at the absurdity. YS7-23 would be a great vacation spot if it weren't for the flora and fauna... I suppose after I've killed everything here I could set up a little beach cabin somewhere...
There was a small pool under the stone she was hiding under and she made a beeline for it. The water was pristine, probably purified by lime or some other mineral deposit. She dipped her head in the liquid, rolled in the shallow pool to cool herself down.
With the cold came clarity of thought. She looked at the slime with careful eyes; she hadn't needed to drink or eat since the slime had covered her mouth, which meant that the slime was providing her with the nutrients she needed.
The likelihood of natural evolution providing that is kinda slim, Samus mused, staring. That means someone designed this slime, probably the same pervert that decided mining equipment needed a dildo. Brannigan isn't smart enough for that sort of thing - or, at least, he wasn't - which means someone else brought me here.
Okay, Samy, that's all well and good – but did that person count on Ridley? Probably not, given the way that fucker just took out the other fucker. Ugh... fucker? Really?
Samus sighed, shook her head and bit down on the slime inside her mouth. It molded to her teeth, allowing her to move her jaw. There had to be some means of using that to her advantage, maybe freeing herself before
“I caught your scent from. the other side of the. galaxy.” The voice slithered out of the shadows around her. She looked around, terror seeping through her muscles. She watched as the stones around her began to age and rot away, little flecks of dust shambling off and down. “I enjoyed watching. you crawl and try. to hide.”
More dust, trickling down around her, making the pool of water ripple.
Down. He's gotta be right above me...
“Your cells are. dividing.” The voice caused even the slime on her body to tremble – and it reacted to the voice, molesting her, driving her to the ground and making her wet even as her enemy had come to roost above her. She whimpered, trying to struggle, trying to think as her bondage brought her low. “I can hear your cells. divide.”
The shadows darkened as a claw cut through stone, that single black blade sucking at the light around her. Screeching echoed around her as stone tore, Ridley pulling rock apart as if it were made of paper. His maw broke into a grin as he stared down at her trembling form, as his taloned hands reached for her.
“I still remember how your. mother tasted,” Ridley crooned, his talons encircling her with an awful gentility. “I wonder if you will. taste as sweet...”

Moon RK18-94, GFDate 4034:0513
It'd taken time for them to get her again. She'd held out until she'd run out of ammo, clubbing the ones that came for her with her guns until they broke. The trick of it was that the dangerous ones were almost impossible to see until it was too late, while the ones she could see were nothing more than a distraction.
Mia Xen had learned that during her time among the Kriken. She'd learned a lot of things. Security check points, the technology their doors used, the way they fought and how their ships were arranged. There were only so many ways that a ship could be built or grown and she'd made an educated guess – the right one, she now knew. The ship she was in had no weapon systems, no thrusters, severely crippled sensors.
The thought made her smile as the whip came down.
She didn't bother to try and keep silent.
: Where : Are : They : her tormenter asked, referring to the ones she'd helped escape. She whimpered, head bowed and eyes closed, a smile on her lips. The whip came again and she shook, screamed again.
“Far away from here,” Mia whispered. Her voice was soft but steady. The whip came again and she pulled, trying to free herself from the resin they'd bound her with.
The ones she hadn't seen had come in and forced her down, stripped her of her weapons and spat resin to hold her in place. They'd torn off her armor, brought in another prisoner to whip her. A Kaayes melon hovered above the newcomer, his eyes glazed over as he brought the whip back, then forth.
It circled her like a lover, hugging her hips, wrapping around her torso and snapping her nipple with a kiss. She screamed, the ride lines around her body leaving only her face pure, as if some part of her tormentor wished to leave that part of her untouched.
: Left : You : Behind : the Kriken clicked. : Left : You : Alone :
“I sent them away,” Mia whimpered, lifting her head up. The muscles in her back screamed as she did so, the pain echoing throughout her body as she made herself look at the monster that held her. When the whip came she managed to hold her head up, even as her vision swam, even as her scream echoed back at her.
: You : Are : Alone : the Kriken clicked. Mia smiled at it, accepting the next two strikes with the whip, letting her head loll. She didn't bother to respond.
The ship got away. That meant they would make contact with Admiral Higgs; she may have been alone right then, but she did not think she would be alone for much longer.
And not one of the Kriken knew about the knife.
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