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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 was a muggy day, the sun seething through thick moisture that clung to every breath. Samus felt her lungs were sweating with heat but she ran anyway – it was good to run, good to explore, a mind dulled from captivity coming back to some semblance of itself.
Wet red earth seeped through the boots they had forced over her feet, the moist warmth of it settling around her toes. It was an unexpected sensation but not an unwelcome one, the larger leaves that brushed her thighs much more distracting. They'd fed her and the other animals aphrodisiac-laced feed before setting them loose hours ago and Samus had seen no one since then, just moving ever onwards.
It was hard going - before she'd been taken she'd explored entire worlds, but it had been a long time since she'd been left to explore as she saw fit. The exercises they inflicted on her, friends, were designed for aesthetics more than practicality and she could feel the burn in her thighs and calves. She pushed on anyway, running, jumping, leaping, flapping her useless arms for balance when needed, though mostly she used them to cup her breasts and keep them from bouncing her off balance.
The twin suns of this world slipped through the canopy as she ran, a dull echo of the explorations that were her life before this. She had tried to ignore the maps they had shown all the other slave-animals that had been released into the wild to be hunted and fucked, preferring to trust her instincts and not wanting to fall into the traps she was sure the others had.
All the masters lied; why any slave thought they would not lie about the terrain was beyond her.
The path she took was one born of her own experiences, the trails long disused and difficult. If she had not been who she was, friends, she would not have been able to take this route, not bound as she was. Even untied this path would have been hard, a fact that only made it more desirable to her.
Most of the dangerous fauna had been cleared out, but the thick flora kept brushing her thighs and hips as she moved. It was distracting, awakening an itch between her legs she could do nothing about. Her arms were still bound into wings that kept her from giving herself the release she fought not to crave. They also made balance difficult.
Her heavy breathing passed through the ball between her lips as birdsong. She'd had a little time to play with the ball, figuring out that quick shallow breathes resulted in a louder tune, so she kept her breathing long and in control. She glanced backward sometimes to see if there was anyone following her, but it had been some time since she had seen or heard any sign of pursuit.
She crept to the edge of a cliff and looked out over the expanse of the world, back towards the towering tree-cities where she had been kept as a pet, her growls transformed into pleasant chimes as she considered how far she had come. She glared, thinking furious, hips swaying as she felt the heavy weight tingle in her ass.
There was an electric hum she did not recognize.
A moment later she was on the ground, shaking helplessly, nerves tightening muscles painfully.
“Got her,” the lilting voice of an elfin came from far behind her. She managed to twist herself a little, turning to face the panting alien and the rifle he was putting down, resting his hands on his knees as he bent over and tried to control his breathing.
“Can you bring her down here?” a deeper voice asked, barely hearable past the static of a primitive com. Samus involuntarily shuddered at the voice; she was pretty sure it must belong to the mauk.
The elfin walked closer to her, setting his weapon down beside her face and crumbling down, panting. He wiped his brow of sweat, limbs vibrating exhaustion.
“She's bigger and heavier than I am, so, no,” the elfin said. “You guys are going to have to come up here.”
“What if the blast wears off?”
“Then I'll shoot her again.”
“Shoot her every quarter-hour, just to be sure,” a human voice said. “And no fucking her til we're up there.”
“Whatever,” the elfin sighed, looking down at her and nudging her with his foot. “Hurry up. Signing off now.”
"Over and-"
The elfin shut off his com and shuffled closer to her, patting her cheek with his boot and playing with himself, gun over to one side. Samus struggled to retake control of her limbs, muscles going slack. Just as she was beginning to twitch under her own power again, he reached for his rifle, placed it between her breasts, and shot her.
Samus' screams were turned into birdsong as her muscles went taut, her body shaking with agony.
“You can keep a secret, right?” the elfin asked, his nimble fingers tracing her jawbone, pulling the ball between her lips loose with one hand and freeing his cock with the other. “If you swallow, they'll never notice.”
He grabbed the back of her head and thrust deep into her throat, the narrow length of his manhood choking her, scraping her inside as he moved back and forth, pulling her head back a little before jamming deeper, always deeper, working his way in a half-inch at a time.
For such a tiny creature, his length was impressive.
She couldn't even twitch under her own power, her only resistance born of her need to breathe. Her vision was hazy by the time her nose touched his abdomen and it felt like his cock was touching her lungs while he grunted softly above her, her head resting on his knees, his hands in her hair.
“I missed you, bitch,” he said, and she could hear the smile in his voice, “we all did.”
His voice seemed so far away.
She was mostly unconscious when he shot his load down into her belly, suckling by reflex, gasping when he pulled himself free and tapping her cheek with his spent manhood.
She was coughing when he put the ball back into her mouth, turning her agony into a pretty little song he seemed to enjoy before shooting her again, then covering himself and cleaning his seed off her cheek with a cloth.
“Rest up, slave girl,” the elfin said, “there's plenty more where that came from and my friends should be here soon.”
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Next chapter is kind of big, so expect it sometime Monday. Questions? Comments? Thoughts as to where this is going? Why not leave a review? Everything is responded to over at http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/topic/36931-metroid-the-bergman-affair-feedback-comments-and-workshopping/?page=14, and the conversation tends to get weirdly in-depth. Thanks for reading and have a good weekend... I'll be back Monday.
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