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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 ????:????
Samus raised her stolen weapon, pointed it at MB, and pulled the trigger.
The clone smiled at her, staring her right in the eye as nothing happened.
Cursing, she abandoned the useless weapon and sprinted away on shaking legs, rolling into the wreckage of the broken robots all around her. She needed to put some distance between herself and her enemies, and hiding among the debris seemed a good place to start formulating a plan of attack.
They have a sniper somewhere, so that's a problem, Samus thought, thinking furiously. There's three of them up close: the clone, a civilian, and Damara. What the hell happened to her? Figure it out later. I have a target. Things can get killed now.
She found a tunnel made of wreckage and took refuge within it, counting breathes to settle herself and see if she had been followed. She hadn't. She took a few seconds to take stock of herself, the injuries that Ridley had inflicted on her and the residual heat that was started to throb from her treatment on this planet.
Ridley didn't do anything serious, she thought. It all hurts, but I can deal with the pain. The other stuff is a little harder, but if I'm going to get off this planet... get off... come on, Samus, concentrate...
She stuck her head up quickly, taking note of where her enemies were. The clone was conferring with the other two, only Damara really paying attention to what was going on around her.
Good to see she took the training to heart, Samus thought, grimacing. She's the most dangerous, but I'm willing to bet that MB is behind this. There's a good chance that she's using mind control to make Damara her own, the same sort of thing she was doing to me. If I can take out the clone I might end all of this...
A plan took shape in her mind.
Creeping closer, staying low to the ground, she relied on her hearing to track her enemies' location. She kept as quiet as she could, shielding her thoughts to keep MB from being able to read them. She got closer, closer, close enough to hear their conversation even if she couldn't quite make out what they were saying.
She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, feeling the deep ache in her muscles and the throbbing want between her thighs. She put her hands on the ground, palms flat, steadying herself.
Opening her eyes, Samus jumped up and charged forward.
All three of her enemies were caught by surprise, all of them staring at her with wide eyes. The civilian opened her mouth to say something just as Samus reached them, jumping into the air. She drove her palm into the civilian's chest, slammed her heel into Damara's jaw.
Sorry, Damara, I'm sure you'll forgive me whe- … is that Madeline Bergman...?
She landed, spun out and swept the clone's legs out from under her. She felt a surge of psychic energy form around the clone, but managed to dispel the gathering forces by driving her fist into the clone's face. Grinning, she grasped MB by the throat with her right hand and drove the flat of her left into the clone's face, began laughing as she felt the clone go limp underneath her.
Arms wrapped around her from behind, dragging her off the whimpering clone and trying to wrestle her to the ground. Samus heard a growl in her ear, caught sight of Damara's face, twisted with rage, just to the side.
Locking her jaw, she slammed her head into Damara's nose, swept back with an elbow that knocked the other Hunter to the ground. Damara lashed out with a wild backhand, but Samus anticipated the move and caught the arm, driving her foot into Damara's armpit and wrenching her arm out of the socket.
Damara screamed, falling, and Samus let her go. The Chozo had taught her how to identify a person suffering from outside psychic influence and Damara was not so afflicted. She grimaced, realizing that she had no allies here, and no possibility of gaining any.
Well, it's not like that's different from any other mission...
Irritated, she slammed her heel into Damara's cheek when the woman tried to rise, spun around and looked in the direction of the sniper. There was no fire coming from that direction. She wondered if the sniper was out of bullets or if he lacked the skill needed to hit her without hitting one of her allies.
Glancing down, she kicked Damara in the gut to make sure she was unconscious before turning to the groaning form of MB. The clone had pushed herself to her hands and knees. Chuckling, Samus started walking towards her, evil intent filling her.
“Normally, I just do my job. Things happen – extinctions, planets blowing up, ancient evils annihilated – but I'm just doing my job.” She hissed, grabbing the clone by the hair, pulling her into a kneeling position and staring into her eyes. “Congratulations. You've made this personal. You are going to suffer...”
“Sit.”
Samus shuddered, releasing the clone, falling to her knees before she could stop herself. She shook her head, looked back in the direction of the civilian. It was Madeline, and she was supporting herself on broken robots, staring at her.
“What are yo-”
“Sit. Down.”
Her hips bent before she could think, but she struck the ground with both fists, holding herself up, gritting her teeth as she tried to fight the psychic programming she had endured.
- Down -
The command was psychic, robbing what strength was left in her arms. She screamed in frustration as her forehead touched the ground, her arms at her sides, her whole body trembling as she fought against the psychic command that was echoing in her mind.
“You can't do this to me!” Samus howled, raising one shoulder, forcing an arm underneath her, using all her strength to free herself. “I am going to kill you all!”
- Down -
Her forehead pressed against the ground, her legs curled underneath her, her arms limply lying at her sides. Helpless, helpless, unable to move no matter how hard she tried. Above her the clone and Madeline kept saying the word, kept repeating it, the word in her ears and her mind and making it impossible to escape...
“Down.”
- Down -
“Down.”
- Down -
Samus screamed as the word slammed into her mind from two sources, shaking every part of her, leaving her utterly unable to move out of position.
Planet YS7-23, GFDate 4034:0602
Her mother had saved her. Saved her. Her mother could have let her die or let her be taken, like she had done under Sakamoto's watch, but she hadn't, she had chosen to save her. Melissa had never felt so pleased, never felt so loved or wanted. Despite the pain and the swelling she was smiling, even as she concentrated all her considerable willpower on driving the command into Samus' mind.
She approached the fallen Hunter, her sister, ran a hand down her back, tracing the lines that Ridley had carved there. Samus quivered at her touch. She started at the nape of the Hunter's neck and moved lower, along her shoulder blades and spine, grasping her hips, her ass, fingers feeling the warm wet mess resting between her thighs.
- Down -
Samus whimpered, hips pushing back against Melissa's fingers, the subtle threads of lust worked in underneath the other commands driving the Hunter wild while keeping her paralyzed.
Her mother kept repeating the word, kept speaking it even went she went to check on Damara. Melissa frowned, wondering if her one true best friend would be alright – her mother looked at her and nodded, letting her know that Damara was going to be okay.
- DownEnjoyDownCumCumDown -
Melissa smiled as Samus quivered, helplessly bound by the words that had been placed into her mind, the commands that would shape the person that Melissa would make her into. The Hunter struggled, physically and mentally, but it was a losing battle.
This wasn't what it had been before, where Samus' mind had been strong and resilient, the woman herself rested and ready for a fight. She'd been overwhelmed with pleasure, driven to the point of breaking, and the only reason she had any identity left to hold onto was because of something she could not have anticipated.
Speaking of which...
“Mother, can you jury rig something to control my sister's antisocial behavior?” Melissa asked, her eyes always on the Hunter, her mind hammering what was left of Samus.' “I need to go set some things up back home to keep Ridley from getting back here. Here.”
“Down,” her mother said, the words making Samus shudder, but she met Melissa's eyes and nodded, turning to the ruined robots and pulling out parts, crafting them into something with a multitool that Ridley's affections had failed to discard.
Melissa turned her attention back to the mass of tensing orgasmic bliss at her feet, watching Samus' fingers and toes curl, watching her twitch. Her soft moans made a lie of her earlier threats, the sopping sticky liquid that coated Melissa's hands proof of how badly Samus wanted to be treated like this.
And even if she hadn't wanted this before, well, she really wants it now. Wants it now.
She watched as her mother crafted what looked like a collar out of metal and plastic threads, frowning as she looked at Samus, measuring the tightness by eyesight. Rummaging in the ruined machines, she pulled out more components and made a control mechanism, testing it, making sure that it would work.
It took her mother a half hour to construct the device. During that time, she continued to play with the fallen Hunter, her free hand squeezing Samus' breasts, pinching her nipples, running along her stomach and back along her throat. She looked at her mother, the other woman nodding to indicate that she was finished crafting the device.
Melissa pulled back her sister's hair, exposing her neck, Samus Aran unable to do anything other than writhe on her fingers as her mother moved closer.
She leaned over the Hunter, kneeling down, opening the collar, reaching down.
At the last minute she pushed up, forcing the collar around Melissa's throat.
Planet YS7-23, GFDate 4034:0602
The collar clicked closed, locked in place. The clone stared at her with wide, disbelieving eyes, pausing her play with the Hunter, her mouth falling open.
“Mother...?” asked the clone, her voice soft and hurt. “Mother, mother, what are you doing?”
Madeline didn't answer her. She stepped back, holding the remote in front of her, her hand resting on the button that would send tazer volts running through the clone. She hoped it would be enough to render the clone unconscious, but she wasn't certain – the clone had made improvements on herself even before she'd set up shop her, and she had no way of knowing what she had done to herself since.
“Mother...?” the clone repeated. Madeline was so sick of hearing the clone repeat herself, this failed science experiment that had proven to be so very dangerous. Madeline shivered, staring at the clone and the Hunter. The clone slowly stood up, holding her hands out, not coming closer even as she abandoned the Hunter.
Samus Aran fell onto her side, a twitching mess of barely conscious woman.
“Don't try anything,” said Madeline, her voice shaking almost as much as the rest of her. “St-stay back!”
“Mother, mother, what is the matter?” the clone said, her breathing ragged, her expression confused. “You know you have nothing to fear from me.”
Madeline took another step back, her eyes never leaving the clone. The creature was smart enough to recognize what Madeline had built, would know not to try and remove the collar herself. She'd need the control in order to do so, but Madeline hadn't actually placed that button on the remote.
The clone stayed where she was and Madeline stared, thinking. She hadn't expected this to work, had no idea what to do now that it had. Breathing heavily, she stared at the clone, back further away.
She glanced at the robot parts all around her, wondering if she could build a starship, knowing that she couldn't. Her expertise was biology, not mechanics – she didn't even know how to pilot a ship, even if she had known how to build one or had access to one.
Biting her lip, she looked back in the direction of the laboratory that the clone had made her prison. There were ships there, but no real form of telecommunications. The clone used Kaayes plants to communicate with her various agents, and used some technology that she did not understand to enhance the process.
Allowing herself a brief cry of frustration, she took a moment to make herself stop shaking. The clone was smiling at her, whispering soothing words as if she were some sort of unruly animal in need of -calm-ing. She felt herself sag, realizing that it was hopeless.
“Mother?” the clone said, stepping closer, still holding her hands open and to the side. “Mother, it's okay. I understand. This has been a very stressful few days. Damara is behind you. Will you give her your remote?”
Feeling -numb-, Madeline nodded. She turned around and saw a wobbly Damara standing there, holding her head and grimacing. When the other woman held up her hand for the remote, Madeline gave it to her.
She collapsed immediately afterwards.
The clone rushed to her side, wrapping her arms around her, cradling her.
“It's okay, mother,” the clone cooed. “Everything is going to be okay. Okay. Okay?”
“The remote doesn't have a release button,” Damara noted, studying the device. The clone's sigh brushed through Madeline's hair.
“Mother? Mother, will you fix it for me? For me?”
Madeline nodded, and Damara gave her the remote. A moment later, a blast of hardened light smashed the remote out of her hand.
All three of them looked away from one another – Madeline, the clone, and the clone's friend – to see Samus Aran standing tall and furious, looking like a wrathful angel. Her golden hair, matted with fatigue and the marks of her trials, whipped around her as the sunset, painting her exposed flesh crimson.
Had they left her long enough to build a weapon? They must have. Madeline felt herself shaking, hugging herself as the clone and Damara turned to face the Hunter.
“Sit,” the clone said, her voice strong. Samus took aim, pulled the trigger – the blast would have killed the clone if Madeline had not pushed her out of the way. The clone looked from Hunter to her with wild eyes.
“She's built earplugs,” Madeline whispered. “We need to run.”
Damara already was.
Taking her creation by the hand, Madeline led the clone into the wreckage, led her to a place where they could hide – both of them were exhausted and neither of them were used to long periods of physical exertion.
Hiding was only a temporary measure, Madeline knew. Samus would track them down, kill them for what they'd done to her. She had no doubt that the Hunter would kill her, too, not even checking to see what had happened. Soldiers always shot first and looked for answers later.
She closed her eyes, breathing heavy. Samus Aran had destroyed planets and driven species to extinction. What chance did the three of them possess, in the face of that skill and fury?
“Mother,” the clone panted, looking at her. “Mother, if you'd just put the collar on her instead of me, then we would not be having this problem. Problem.”
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