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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 4034:0601
“You think you know so much. about life.” Ridley said, staring down at the wounded scientist. Madeline looked up at him as he slowly slid the blade at the end of his tail out of her leg, drawing the process out, scraping the edge against the marrow in her calf bone, dragging it along the muscle.
The low keening sound she heard, she realized, was coming from her own throat.
The Dragon wasn't even paying attention to her, not really. His eyes were on Samus, his tongue wrapped around her body, pulled back along the cuts that covered her. He was enjoying himself, enjoying her, taking the one person that had ever defeated her and making her nothing more than a puppet dancing on his strings.
“You think you've come. so very far,” Ridley crooned. “You traverse the stars and you. think that means that you've mastered. everything. I've seen species live. and species die. and all of them believe. themselves to be the apex of achievement. Yet, not a single one. of you know a single scrap of. truth.”
Samus shuddered on his tongue, a single talon drawing another line on her skin. She whimpered, expression hidden behind a tangle of golden hair as the tongue withdrew back into the oversized mouth.
“Right now, underneath. the pain, you're wondering how I can speak while my tongue is. otherwise occupied.” The Dragon released his victim, let her fall to the ground. She did not rise, did not twitch, her breathing shallow and ragged. “To you, sound is created by the movement of wind. over meat. Ideas are transferred through a language based on symbolic. representation. You lack understanding of what language could be, mistaking the image you describe. for what actually is.”
The blade left Madeline's calf, hovering over her shaking body as she wept. It traced what clothing she had been given, slicing through the fabric without touching her skin. She stayed still, terrified as the flat of the tail's blade tapped her left thigh, her right shoulder, her left cheek.
“So much noise and so. little signal.” The Dragon sniffed the prone form of Samus Aran, a wide smile spreading out over the monster's lips. “A misunderstanding of how the soul interacts. with the body. You none of you have ever. known anything. Not the Chozo, not the Luminoth, not the Vhozon, not any of the others that have risen. and fallen, the ones you know nothing about.”
The tail snaked out and way from Madeline, hovered over the prone form of the clone. Slowly, gently, the blade cut away the clone's clothing, leaving her naked and unconscious. Madeline watched as the clone shivered, exposed utterly to the elements. She rolled on her side, curling in on herself, seeking warmth.
“You speak of evolution and you think that your ability to map out step of growth. or several steps of growth. somehow allows you to understand the nature of that growth, but you. know nothing.” The Dragon turned to her, now, those flaming orange eyes filled with disdainful amusement. “Pay attention, Madeline Bergman, who thinks. that she is so very knowledgeable. I am going to show you how little. you truly know.”
A group of Zebesians walked out of the distant woods, stepping onto the desert grains. They paused when they saw the Dragon, not moving, not wanting to draw his attention.
“They've been hunting Samus. since the tunnels,” Ridley crooned, his voice appearing in her mind even as his lips did not move. “I know this because. they know this. I know the truth of them. as easily as I know the truth of you. You wanted to know the secret of my. immortality. In my kindness, I have decided to show you. Watch. Stand. and bear witness.”
The Dragon shuddered, suddenly, the wings pulling in on themselves, muscles withering. The eyes faded and went black, the grains of sand that had been struggling to get away from him suddenly coming to rest. The Dragon toppled, darkened, began to flake away into nothing.
And, in the distance, one of the Zebesians turned on the others, ripping them apart, killing them all. It took only seconds – that single Zebesian straining in place for one moment before ripping the others apart, tearing them limb from limb in a matter of moments.
Madeline was crying and trying to crawl away as the surviving Zebesian approached their fallen group, three broken and naked women, she the only conscious one of their number. With her leg so badly damaged she could barely move, but still she cried and crawled and tried to get away.
The Zebesian caught her, picked her up by the neck and spun her on her back, hovered over her. It had burning orange eyes, it's insect expression giving the impression of a smile.
“Sometimes, it's nice to have. a smaller body to move in.” Ridley's voice poured out of the lone Zebesian. The carapace around the monster's groin split, revealing a throbbing cock dripping a green viscosity. “It won't last. My full glory will return eventually, me becoming. myself. In the meantime, you and I should enjoy this time. together.”
“P-please,” begged Madeline, but the Zebesian threw back its head and chuckled. “Please d-don't do this...”
“The animals you. vivisected had that same thought,” Ridley crooned. “Their desires mattered. not to you. Your desires. matter not to me. I told you to enjoy this, Madeline Bergman, and so. you will enjoy this.”
Pleasure flooded her. She shuddered, all pain forgotten, a joyful warmth filling her. There was no warning to this, just a sudden sense of every nerve on fire, everything in her wanting to be filled. The monster over her touched her, gently, and it was the most wonderful thing she had ever felt.
Insect fingers traced designs along her hands, her forearms, up around her shoulders, across her neck and down her chest, lower, lower, lower... she was panting, sobbing, her breathing heavy and ragged, her vision blurry as everything in her throbbed and wanted with need.
She wanted him to fill her, and when he did it was the most amazing thing she had ever felt.
“Pleasure for you,” Ridley crooned. “Pleasure for the clone. The two of you will be willing slaves. The three of us together. will torture Samus Aran – we'll keep her alive longer that way. And you'll thank me for this.”
“Thank y-you...”
Ridley laughed and abandoned her, moving over to where the clone lay. He pushed her on to her side, laughing as she came awake, laughing as she screamed, laughing as she pushed her thighs open and her screams became something else entirely.
“I should thank you. One Samus. to fuck in effigy, the other to. torture into insanity and then further. You've done me a kindness, Madeline Bergman, it seems only fair to reward. such kindness with favor. I'll turn your daughter's theory into. practice and show you the full. application of it.
Orgasms ripped through her, driving all thought from her mind. When sense returned, Madeline watched Ridley turn to look at her, the features of the Zebesian already taking a draconic slant.
“Your daughter is a virgin, Madeline Bergman. I am the only lover. she will ever know.”
SS Malkovitch, GFDate 4034:0601
Anthony leaned heavily on his cane as he walked towards the debriefing room. Mia – being Mia – had put off medical exams and cleaning until after she'd been debriefed. He'd managed to get both she and Keaton to put off things long enough for him to get both ships that he'd sent out docked, and his new ship out of Kriken space.
Now that they were within their own territory, however, he could put off things no longer. So, he limped as fast as he could, eager to speak with both of his friends.
When he walked in he noted that Mia had taken the time to find clothing that fit her and a large bottle of whiskey, of which she had drunken a quarter. She offered him the bottle when he entered, and he accepted, taking a large swig before handing it back.
The holographic representation of Keaton in the center of the room stared at them.
“Dirtlings,” Keaton said, rolling his eyes. “Are your nerves calmed now?”
“Dirtlings? Really?” Mia said, taking another pull from the bottle. “I just got off that ship. By the by, Keaton, if you've got any Kaayes plants anywhere near you, kill them.”
“Why do you want me to kill them?” Keaton asked. “Is it because they're psychic amplifiers being used to manipulate the thoughts and commands of anyone near them, a person that is now missing for reasons unknown...?”
Mia stared at him.
“We figured the thing out about the Kaayes a while ago,” Anthony explained. “I'm not sure how he knows whoever behind them is missing.”
“Neither do I, but I agree with the assessment,” Mia said. It took her three tries to say the last word, so Anthony took the bottle away.
“You can have this back when we're done here,” Anthony said, ignoring the glare she shot him. “And, by the by, I've sent out a thing about the most recent batch of Kaayes plants being infected with some horrible arachnid parasite. It's done wonders for people turning in their plants.”
“Let those known to be sympathetic to Vogl keep theirs, then double the surveillance on those people,” Keaton said.
“You think Vogl has something to do with this?” Mia asked.
“He always has something to do with it,” Keaton replied. “He's not in charge of this, though. His species has no aptitude when it comes to psychic prowess. He's taking orders.”
“A Chairman taking orders?” Anthony smirked.
“Yes. Hilarious.” Keaton crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes slanting downwards. “I think whoever is behind this is busy because Vogl couldn't get orders, and because when Sylux showed up to kill us, he pulled back at the last minute when he should have killed me... which would have left Vogl in charge. And he seemed more afraid of getting caught than of the rogue hunter.”
“The Kriken kept looking at the Kaayes plants on their ship, like they were expecting it to talk to them,” Mia added. “And they always had one in the room when we were doing our thing to start, but it didn't make a difference in the end.”
“The Vhozon agree with you about the Kaayes thing,” Anthony said, drawing both sets of eyes to him. “They weren't attacking us, they were attacking the places where we were growing the Kaayes.”
“Do they know who's behind ultimately behind this?”
“They claim that they don't. I believe 'em.”
Keaton scowled and turned to Mia.
“What about the Kriken?” the Chairman asked. “Do you think they're working willingly with whoever is behind this, or do you think they've been as forced into it as we have been?”
“Could be either,” Mia said. “I should not, though, that I don't want to say that. I want to say that they know exactly what they did to me, but I don't know enough about bug psychology so I can't be sure. What I do know is that Samus Aran is missing and that our mystery opponent is having problems.”
“You think the two are related?” Keaton asked, then sighed. “I'll have a black operation drawn up retroactively and see that she gets paid. It's usually her that saves everything, anyway. You're to move into Vhozon space and meet with their new Noxus. Contact me after that happens. Keaton out.”
The hologram vanished, leaving the crippled warrior and his marine. Anthony handed Mia the bottle, sat down next to her, didn't try to touch her. The two sat their, alone, one watching the other drink.
“You going to be okay?” Anthony asked, finally.
“I'll have to be,” Mia answered. “I keep asking myself, what would Samus do? And she'd keep fighting, no matter what and no matter who got in the way. She'd find a way to win.”
“She always does,” Anthony whispered.
When Mia handed him the bottle, he took a long drink.
Planet YS7-23, GFDate 4034:0602
Melissa had never been touched before, not like this.
She'd been grown in a tube, a copy of an organic computer that had been crafted by an advanced species that had long since been in decline. The basics of that computer were copied and applied to the human mind by human scientists, lifting her information processing and sensory perceptions to levels that none of her creators could fathom.
They'd crafted a body for her to use. She'd accessed hidden files later, discovered that she had not been the first attempt at placing a biological computer in a proper body. Three times before they'd tried, all failures, the organics unable to handle the raw processing power of the mind being installed.
It was her mother that had advanced the idea of using Samus Aran's DNA to grow her a body. They had some samples, but the Chozo strains in her blood were indecipherable to even the most Advanced Terran systems. The human codes, however, were easy enough to duplicate.
The Chozo taint was tied into the root structures of the four base chemicals, however, and something in there allowed MB's mind to settle in the body. Even then, though, the other scientists had been loathe to have any physical contact with her. She'd been two years old and in the body of a healthy human girl in her late teens and no one was willing to touch her.
Having a body was terrible. Emotions clouded logic, the body reacting to things and doing rote equations on its own that she knew nothing about. She felt things, sensations and texture. Temperature. She'd needed to eat and eliminate waste and all of it was disgusting and her makers had mocked her for not knowing how to do things they had learned as children, had taken for granted.
She took the knowledge they had directly from them, wanting to be more like them, the body forcing her to crave their acceptance. Her efforts only alienated her further. They were afraid of her, afraid of her ideas and her ability to process information, afraid of how much more intelligent she was as compared to them.
But then...
Then her mother had touched her and she believed that everything was going to be okay. Her mother had given her the name Melissa and it was the most beautiful thing she would ever hear. She discovered the pleasure and comfort of touch. She'd studied the concept of family and pack animal dynamics that were common to mammals.
She so badly wanted her mother's hand on her cheek. A simple embrace, a kiss on the forehead. Someone to tuck her in and tell her that everything was going to be okay. She wanted to feel safe.
As her understanding grew she had looked into sex and seduction, studied the arts of both without having any way of experiencing the joys she was told came with love. She tried to experience those things. She judged her body to be attractive enough, but the other people around her knew who and what she was and they would not touch her, not like she wanted them to or in any other way.
And then her father, Colonel Sakamoto, ruined everything.
She'd escaped his efforts to kill her, and done as much as she could to make things right. She hated her father, wanted to be nothing like him, knew that pleasure was a much better way to control people than pain. She wanted to show him how wrong he had been, how wrong everyone had been. There were better ways that the vestigal bloodlust that lurked in even the most advanced minds.
A plan had been formed and put into action. Everything was going perfectly. The Federation, her father, her mother, even Samus Aran had all fallen into every trap she had set for them.
The one thing she had not planned for was the creature that was raping her right now.
Ridley was crumbling into dry ashen flakes via some process she did not understand. He had somehow placed his mind in a Zebesian body, was transforming that creature on an atomic level into what he had been. It didn't make sense. It didn't make sense.
The feelings that flooded her as he pushed into her and filled her were warm and slimy and so very much more intense than she had ever thought possible. Thinking fled her, all her attention focused on what was happening between her legs, white fire running along every neural pathway and threatening to shatter her sanity from here until forever.
“I never worked. with the pirates.” The words caressed her mind, the Dragon's voice creeping along her brain, seeping into the pleasure she felt. “They were just a means. to an end. I know everything you are down to the last. thought. There is nothing you have to offer me that I will not. take.”
Melissa had read how the pirate high command had always tried to protect themselves, using religious ceremonies and experimental technologies, had murdered anyone that knew of the places that they hid themselves. Their identities and locations were the deepest of secrets. She, like the Federation, had assumed that was to keep them safe from Federation reprisals.
She now knew differently.
“I like what you've come. up with,” the not-quite-Zebesian crooned. “The plans you've put. in place. I'll take them all and. make them better, like I would have done before if. they'd only let me.”
Melissa knew that he would do it and there was nothing she could do to stop him. Nothing she had known would ever feel so good as the cock that was currently inside her, riding her, forcing soft little whimpering noises from her mouth. She would crave this, she knew. She would be a slavering addict, capable only of serving his cock, and she would love every moment. She could see it, images whispered into her mind by the monster that rode her, claimed her, and made her his own.
“We'll torture Samus. together. You'll have the family you need, if not. the family you want.”
Her head lolled, she unable to control her muscles. The sensations were too much, too strong, crippling her thinking, shortening her breath. Her mother lay limp and discarded, her sister curled into a ball and breathing heavy. She could feel herself slipping away and she had no god to pray to, no hope of salvation.
Closing her eyes, she wrapped her arms around the Zebesian's neck, burying her head in the creature's shoulder, feeling the mockery of the creature that was raping her into submission.
And that was when Sylux attacked.
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