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The Bergman Affair	By : HunterOpera Category: +M through R > Metroid Views: 48065 -:- 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 4034:0605
“It's going to be okay,” Damara whispered, cradling Samus' head. “Honest. It's going to be alright.”
Damara tried to control her breathing and failed. She was hyperventilating – someone had told her once that it was hard to meet personal heroes, that they would always let you down, but Samus was more than that. Samus had saved Damara's life, and in her quest to be strong like Samus, Damara had been destroyed.
Samus was soaked with sweat and trembling, lines of light following the contours of her body. She was held by one of the many robots that Melissa Bergman had created to serve her needs on YS7-23, mining robots for the most part. This one was a large tube on legs, it's casing built to hold a prisoner's limbs at the shoulders and knees.
For the moment, all that could be seen of Samus - all that Samus was - was a head, torso, and thighs. Damara watched her twitch and wondered if the movements were involuntary or a sign of the Hunter coming back to consciousness. She stepped back, cautious, pulled Samus' head up by the hair.
“Samus...?” she asked, her own voice soft. She wanted to be strong, but this, this was everything she had wanted and everything she dreaded, both her brightest dream and darkest nightmare. “Are you in there?”
Samus' eyes rolled sightlessly, what was visible of her body hanging limp. She moaned when Damara pinched a nipple.
- Damara, are you there? -
The voice was in her head, the familiar hallucinatory sound of the woman that had taken her in after she'd rescued herself from the hell Colonel Sakamoto had locked her in.
“Melissa, I'm here,” Damara said, looking in the direction of her friend's laboratory.
- Bring her in, - Melissa thought. - The collar is a good first step, but we need to get her minus suit on before she regains consciousness. You know how dangerous she could be, even now. Now. -
Damara nodded, wondering if Melissa could sense the motion or if she was viewing the scene from one of the kaayes plants that grew everywhere on this moon.
- Did you lock on the second device? - Melissa asked.
“Not yet.”
- Why? -
“She needs to be awake when that happens,” Damara hissed. “I was awake, so she needs to be awake.”
- … okay. -
“Thank you. We'll be there soon.” Damara paused, looking back at Samus. “Did everything go alright with Vogl?”
- It's nothing we can't salvage. Salvage. Enjoy your walk. -
Damara felt Melissa's attention wander elsewhere, a heavy thought suddenly gone from her mind.
It was a lovely day, and it felt good to walk outside of her power suit, good to have someone besides Melissa and Madeline and that pathetic ruin of a man know who she was. And Samus, on top of it all. She looked back at the limp Hunter and grinned, admiring the beauty of her hero's body.
She wondered what Samus' tongue would feel like, tracing a path up her thigh, and smiled to herself.
They were halfway back to the laboratory when Samus awoke. Her twitching became a little more focused, and Damara watched as Samus tried to keep her consciousness a secret as she tested her bonds.
“You're not going to escape from that,” Damara said. Samus took a deep breath and looked at her, lips parting.
Her eyes went wide as she whimpered, her every muscle going taut.
“Oh, sorry, about that,” Damara said, laughing. “Try not to speak.”
Damara had the robot stopped, putting a hand on her hip as she watched the enjoyable show of shocks running down the Hunter's body, bringing the white lightning under Samus' skin back to flickering life. It trailed along her every contour, and Damara reached out a finger to trace the patterns as they rippled down the twitching flesh.
“Your twin is very inventive,” Damara said, matching the Hunter's gaze – she did not seem so strong, not now, and that observation sent a chill of pleasure through the whole of Damara's being. “The collar has a modified version of the Shock Coil in it. I can shock you whenever I feel like it, or even set it to respond to certain actions, like you trying to talk.”
Samus' expression needed no words.
“I know, right?” Damara laughed, patting Samus on the cheek, finger tracing a line to the Hunter's lips. “It's got some other features, too. I can see how much power the collar has left, track you anywhere within a solar system to within the space of a few meters. Melissa told me she can extend that range to any solar system with a kaayes in it. Isn't that interesting?”
Samus said nothing, but her eyes were flickering around, looking for some means of escape.
“You're not going anywhere, Hunter,” Damara hissed, wrapping her fingers in the Hunter's hair. “You belong to us now. I was just waiting until you woke up. Do you want to know why?”
Samus only glared, and Damara laughed as the robot came to a stop.
“Let me show you.”

Planet YS7-23, GFDate 4034:0606
Madeline took stock of her situation.
She was warm and clothed, which was good. Her mind seemed to be her own, but she knew from experience that there was no guarantee that this was true – the clone was perfectly capable of making her think that her mind was her own while the reverse was the reality. This bothered her; her mind was her identity, and if her thoughts were not her own then she was not her own.
These were not new thoughts for her. She had first thought them as a teen, when she had studied the physics and biology of telepathy. Learning such things had terrified her, and she had written peer-reviewed papers on the concept of identity being tied to thought.
Her ruminations on the subject had brought her to the attention of a secret society within the Galactic Federation, one run by humans who shared her fears and encouraged her research. They were going to make the universe a place safer for humanity, for the individual, for the purity of thought and identity.
She had been terrified of those aliens capable of telepathy through either technology or a by-product of evolution. She had helped create technologies that stymied those abilities for the society that sheltered her. The group confirmed her research, and she had become friends with Colonel Sakamoto, one of the men running the group.
Madeline had posited undermining the Vhozon species as a whole – one of the oldest and most revered members of the Galactic Federation, they were known as one of the most psychically capable species in the galaxy. She had dissected and vivisected many samples of the species, understood their inner working better than they did.
Colonel Sakamoto had liked her plan, had begun a campaign to discredit the Vhozon as a whole but had been stopped when Samus had destroyed the bottle ship. Since then, the clone had adopted the idea and folded it into her own plans back when all of this had begun.
The clone had meant it as a peace offering, but the clone was so much worse than the Vhozon.
“Mother,” the clone said, cooing over Brannigan as the Desgeega died. “Mother, would you mind coming here for a moment...?”
Madeline did as the clone instructed. The clone was sitting on a stool, hovering over Brannigan. The fallen Desgeega was laid out on an operating table, underlit and recorded so that no information was lost. As she approached, the clone moved a flap of skin to reveal something unexpected, and Madeline's scientific curiosity took over.
“Fascinating,” she whispered, the word begrudging. She moved closer, using the equipment the clone had collected to study the wound as Brannigan whimpered. Brannigan's cells had turned cancerous where Ridley had touched him, and they were now consuming other, healthy cells. “Should we cut out in the infection?”
“We can't,” the clone said. There was worry on the clone's face. Madeline wondered if it was a genuine emotion or a learned facsimile. “The infection is reaching out to other healthy cells and turning them entropic.”
“Is the same thing going to happen to us?”
“No. No, no it won't, I check us already,” the clone said. “And Damara. And my sister. Sister. We're all fine.”
Madeline considered what this meant – a sort of psychic venom, maybe, that could be directed at the very building blocks of life itself? What was Ridley? She clenched her fists, closed her eyes, took a deep breath.
“Ridley wasn't fully formed, so perhaps he could only use this attack once,” Madeline whispered. “Or, perhaps, it's like a snake's venom sac, only existing on a psychic plane instead of in a physical one.” Is it possible to have psychic organs as well as physical ones?
“You think it would need to recharge?” the clone asked. The question sounded like it did not know the answer.
“I don't know,” Madeline admitted. There was so much about how the psychic world operated that she didn't; her suggestion regarding the creation of the clone and the relationship she had built with it had been predicated upon gaining access to that plane, to learning more. “I need more data.”
“We'll figure this out, Mother,” the clone tittered. Brannigan, unconscious, finally died. His body continued to devour itself. “Mother. Mother. Damara has told me that Samus is awake. Do you want to see the second fitting?”
The clone looked at her with wide eyes, brimming with hope. Madeline took the clone's hand, smiled in a way she hoped looked indulgent.
“Machines don't interest me,” she said, watching carefully as the clone's face fell, “but I am very much looking forward to the application of the minus suit.”
The clone's smile was childlike as it wrapped its arms around Madeline's waist. It took Madeline a moment to work up her courage, but when she did she stroked the clone's hair, tilted her head back, and closed her eyes.

Planet YS7-23, GFDate 4034:????
“I could let you talk, but, let's face it, you wouldn't have much to say, would you?” Damara asked. "Just threats, probably. And pleading. The pleading would be nice, but there will be time for that later."
Samus narrowed her eyes and glared. The woman had a point – if she'd been able to, she would have been hurling threats at the girl she had once saved. Her enforced silence played well with an internal decision: she would not break, she would not scream for these sadists.
And when I escape...
Damara had moved around to the back of the robot. Samus tested the strength of the steel encasing her, but the robot did a wonderful job of robbing her of any place from which to struggle. Her arms were pulled back at the shoulder, the encasement beginning at the top of her biceps and forcing her arms together behind her back. This forced her breasts out, which – given everything she had already suffered – she supposed was the point.
The robot's encasement of her legs started at the knee, leaving her thighs free and forcing her core open. She judged her knees to be maybe a standard galactic foot away from one another, leaving her spread and vulnerable. It was embarrassing to her, the way her arousal left a trail for the slimes that had once captured her to feed on in their wake.
Damara had been kind enough to point that out to her.
Samus had felt herself flushing, but had held her silence.
Now, Damara came back around the robot, holding what looked like a belt with a long tail reaching down from its center. Samus started at it – part metal and part leather, obviously designed with some sinister purpose.
“It's a little over-designed, I think, but Melissa didn't want to take chances with you,” Damara said.
Samus bucked and tried to move away as the other woman approached her, but the robot held her steady and the only thing she managed to do was move her head and shake her breasts.
“It's a lovely show, Samus, but we'll have plenty of time for that later.” The sick light that touched Damara's eyes at that promise chilled Samus. The other woman reached around the Hunter's waist, letting the belt slither across her hips and binding it up front. The tail touched her backside and trailed on down below, a threat that Samus knew would be paid in full.
Damara brought the two ends of the belt together. It hung low on her hips, but the two ends fused into a single piece when they touched one another. Damara knelt down – in the perfect position to be kicked – but as hard as Samus tried, her strong legs were still imprisoned.
The kneeling woman was touching something on the belt around her waist, just below her navel. She felt the belt tighten around her left, then right hip, and she gasped as the belt stopped for a moment, then tightened one last time. She looked down as Damara looked up, and it pained her to see her fear reflected in the arousal tainting her rival's eyes.
“Just a few more minutes, Samus,” Damara said, reaching up and touching Samus' lips. Samus tried to pull away but Damara clenched the collar around her neck, forcing her to look down, then brought her fingers up and wiped them across the captive woman's mouth.
Samus thought about biting, but there was a sickness in Damara's eyes that made her think better of it.
Damara went back to touching the belt around her hips. She reached out and grabbed the tail that was brushing against her backside and hanging between her legs, brought the end of the tail to the center of the belt. The two points fused and Samus could feel the belt tighten, pulling up against and then separating her bum, pushing against her lower holes.
“Melissa tells me the belt will use your waste and juices and body heat to keep itself powered,” Damara said, kissing the line where Samus' leg became hip, then biting the scant flesh there. She growled, looking up at Samus. “We're nearly done down here.”
Samus wondered what she meant, then grit her teeth as Damara pushed another sequence of buttons. She bucked and twitched as she felt the tightened tail pull at her clit, encircling the organ and claiming it, sucking it into itself. At the same time, two probes ballooned into her holes, both of them stopping just before they became uncomfortably large.
Bucking wildly, Samus closed her eyes and tried to pull free, tried to do anything as Damara stood and cradled her, whispering words Samus could not understand into her ears.
The invaders began to vibrate, both of them at different speeds.
Damara stepped back, looking at Samus. She tried to keep herself steady, tried to maintain the anger that had kept her alive until now at the gross violations she had suffered, but the pleasurable haze that fogged her mind made anger difficult. Damara laughed and clapped her hands, swatting at Samus' chest, then turned to continue walking.
Samus could not look at anything other than Damara's swaying hips as the robot holding her lumbering forward, the probes within her reacting to every step, and every time she thought she was getting used to the suckling and vibrations they would change, shattering her sense of self as she was carried towards whatever fate awaited her.

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Well, that took forever. Sorry for the wait, but we're heading towards the finale. Next chapter should go live Thursday, and we'll see if we can keep to a schedule beyond that. Thank you for your patience, thank you for reading, and all comments, questions, and reviews will be responded to at the following link, which can be copy/pasta'd into your browser: http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/index.php/topic/36931-metroid-the-bergman-affair-feedback-comments-and-workshopping/page-14
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