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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 Daibon, GFDate 4034:0607
“We were – all of us – deceived,” Keaton said, standing in the ruin of the Galactic Federation senate. “It is unclear where the deception began. Perhaps we will never know.”
“What do we know?” an alien ambassador asked, the words a lilting flute that leaked out of its face-hole. Anthony looked at the thing, wondering what it was, where it was from, and what he could do to make it shut up.
“The audience will be quiet while I am speaking,” Keaton intoned, using his second mouth. The voice of command slithered over and through the crowd, the unspoken violence that Keaton's species was known for looming large in the mind of every sentient. “What we do know, at this time, is that the kaayes plants that we've all grown so fond of are broadcasting a psychic signal.”
“Do we know the origin of the signal?” another alien asked. Anthony strained his head, but the deep rumbling voice implied a Desgeega. “Do we know who to attack?”
“Current intelligence points towards the Kriken Empire,” Keaton said, licking his lips. A terrible hush fell over the everyone present; these were words that could lead to a terrible war. “However, we've had contact with them and they have sent one of their Queens, unprotected, to speak with us.”
“And what does this Queen have to say for herself?” the sneering voice, Anthony knew, belonged to Vogl.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Anthony asked. The red chitin clicked as the young queen turned its multifaceted black eyes to face him.
: Must Be Done : the Queen clattered. Anthony tried to keep himself steady, but he always wondered which set of eyes he was supposed to meet when talking with Krikens. : We Are Warriors : This Is War :
Anthony nodded, leading the Queen out to the assembled species. This was an unprecedented moment; the Kriken Empire had been a constant threat to the Galactic Federation for centuries, and in all that time none of the Kriken royalty had rested an appendage on Federation territory they did not mean to capture.
Senators from a thousand worlds craned and strained to catch sight of the Queen. Anthony erected a translucent force field as he escorted the visiting noble onto a ramp and activated the audio equipment. He caught Keaton's eye, wondering if the technology would be able to catch and translate the clicking insect language.
: We Are Innocent : the Queen said. : They Took Us : Made Us Victims :
She presented what proof she had, painting the same sort of story the senators now knew – one of an accepted and seemingly harmless harvest followed by minds being co-opted by an unseen presence. The senators listened, the growing whispers furious as all present realized that this is what had happened to them.
“By the Prime Builder, we will have vengeance,” Vogl spat. “First things first: we must destroy the kaayes plants.”
The hell is Vogl playing at? Anthony thought. He looked over at the Chairman, but Keaton only shrugged and let Vogl go on about the things they would do, the terrible retribution they would take.
A general assent cut through the crowd until it was silenced by Keaton.
“No,” said the Chairman. “We will keep them alive, but in isolation. Whoever is behind this tried to turn us against the Vhozon people, so we will make peace with them. We will bring them back into the fold, and they will find our enemy for us. Then, and only then, will we seek justice.”
“The Chairman is right,” Vogl said. “We know the enemy has powerful allies, but we have allies of our own. Shall we bring in the Hunter to cut to the heart of this problem...?”
“That will not be necessary.”
The voice was a new, one not heard in a long while. Anthony immediately growled – he could not help it. The last time he had heard this voice had been when his unit had been killed, when he had sustained the injury that even now ached.
Colonel Sakamoto was much as Anthony remembered, a short man who had put on weight, his greasy hair and smug expression wrapped in a crisp military uniform. He walked with his usual arrogance, the click-clack of his boots cutting through whispers as he clasped his hands behind his back.
“There is no longer any need for outsiders,” Sakamoto said. “The intelligence apparatus of the human species has already found our enemy, and we have sent Commander Dare to investigate. His findings are due shortly, and will be presented to this council in their entirety at that time.”
“Thank you, Colonel,” Keaton seethed, his eyes narrowing.
“Yes,” Vogl agreed. “You are a credit to your species.”
Sakamoto smiled, and Anthony wondered what the man was up to now.

Planet YS7-23, GFDate 4034:0607
“How is that going to effect your plans?” Madeline asked. She and the clone were watching what was happening in the Galactic Senate, the clone taking careful note of everything. Both of them had flinched when Sakamoto had appeared, and Madeline's eyes had flickered to the mewling wreck of a man writhing over in one corner.
“Our plans. Ours.” The clone closed its eyes and took a deep breath, turned to face her and smiled. “You know how this is going to go. How it's going. To go.”
The clone's eyes were glowing, a reaction Madeline knew meant that it was either using its psychic powers to great effect or was under undue stress. She was not sure which was currently the case, and that bothered her.
Discrediting Samus Aran had been Sakamoto's plan – the clone had initially been meant for that purpose until Madeline had requisitioned the clone for her own experiments. She stared at the screen, remembering; she'd met Commander Dare, knew the man to be a boor with a distinct lack of subtlety.
Vogl, Sakamoto, and the clone would find him a useful tool, she was sure.
“No longer any need for outsiders,” Madeline whispered, her fingers tracing the screen where Sakamoto stood.
“My sister will always be an outsider to them. To them,” the clone huffed. It spun on its chair, then pushed away from one control panel and keyed in a few buttons, eyes still glowing a fell blue-green. “Damara is here. She's back. Mother, she's back.”
The clone giggled, tossing the image on her small screen onto a holographic projection. They watched as the robot carrying the Hunter lumbered forward, every action causing the belt strapped around Samus' waist and over her core to react. Samus certainly appeared to be enjoying herself.
“They never thought of pleasure as a weapon,” the clone whispered. “The Chozo. They never thought of pleasure as a weapon. You taught me that it could be, Mother. I learned so well.”
The clone turned and looked at her. Madeline supposed it wanted approval. Forcing a smile, she stepped forward, rested a hand on the clone's shoulder.
“If you want to impress me, daughter,” she drew that word out, watching the clone's eyes grow wide, “show me the minus suit. Let's see how it works.”
Eyes brimming with tears, the clone stammered that she would and hurried off to do as she had been bid.
Perhaps, Madeline thought, perhaps I can take control of this.

Planet YS7-23, GFDate ????:????
Samus was riding a wave of unwanted -pleasure- that made paying attention to small details impossible. She tried to focus through the haze encroaching on her mind, but everything was fuzzy. Damara was talking to her, touching her, and she couldn't stop her body from twitching towards those groping hands and questing fingers.
There was a dim awareness of the large building they were moving towards, through the forests and deserts of the planet they were on. The robot held her, moving forward, her body feeling boneless as she twitched and moaned.
Damara's fingers moved up her face and across her scalp, tugging her head up. It took her eyes a moment to focus.
“Look, Samus,” Damara said, her smile a threat and a promise. A flick of her wrist forced Samus to look back the way they had come, at the small creatures that were following them. “They're feeding on your juices. Do you want to fuck them?”
In that moment, Samus knew, she would have.
The pleasure being inflicted upon her was never enough to push her over the edge, always receding back to the very edge, letting her get to the point where thought was almost possible before winding her up again. She moaned, tried to pull free, but the robot that held her could not be reasoned with or escaped.
She didn't know how long they walked. Damara taunted her but Samus paid her no mind, focusing instead on trying to cum – maybe, she thought, maybe there's a way to trick this? It became a game she could attach her sanity to, trying to hunt down that one elusive orgasm she wanted so badly and would have done anything for.
The walk continued, every step of the robot sending spasms through her thighs and belly. Damara pinched her, fondled her, pushed her juices into her mouth and made Samus clean her captor's fingers with her tongue. Samus knew the other woman was laughing at her. She struggled to remember why she cared.
A new sound cut through the haze of her semi-consciousness, a chill washing over her sweat-soaked skin. The muggy air of the world outside was replaced with a sterility she recognized – she was wherever they were taking her, moving inside some structure. She fought the world to try and make sense of something, to catch any small detail, but the suckling grip on her clit stole that chance from her.
“W-where...?” Samus managed, the single word a lingering whimper.
“Your new home, Samus,” Damara hissed. The word home cut through Samus. She'd never had a home, not since the Zebesians had come, not since Ridley had eaten her parents. The Chozo had adopted her but she'd been an outsider among them. She'd gone through military training but she'd been an outsider there, too, her experiences setting her apart. She'd found it easier to be on her own, to make her own home, especially after Ian... but this place had taken her small space in the galaxy from her back when this had all began.
She narrowed her eyes, trying to use emotional pain as a distraction from the pleasure rocking her to the core.
She failed.
They walked through corridors, the heavy metal footsteps of the robot masking the sounds that pushed through her mouth, rendering the sweet whispers of Damara unknowable. All Samus knew was the ecstasy that would never quite claim her, the warmth of Damara's breath, the touch of the other woman's hands on her quivering naked flesh.
It was only when the robot stopped walking that Samus realized how loud her moaning had become.
She felt the robot open, felt her body slither bonelessly to the floor. Her mind fought through the mental fog that had overtaken her just long enough to see Damara and the robot leave her in a small room – barely more than a closet. The door shut behind them and she didn't care.
Escape could come later. Right now, right now there were more important things to accomplish.
Lying on the cool metal floor, Samus' hands reached for her lower holes, her fingers trying to force themselves through the plates that kept her imprisoned. She was barely able to slip a fingernail past the barrier.
Screaming in frustration, she tried pushing on the plate over her glistening lower lips, desperate for any chance at the orgasm that had been denied her, but the hard steel was unyielding and not even the slickness coating her thighs would allow her to slip past this small prison.
Angry, she tried hitting the belt only to feel an electric jolt travel through her clit, causing her to writhe and curl in on herself. Samus cried in defeat, her hands unable to provide any comfort, the promise of what she wanted so close and yet utterly untouchable.
“Hello, sister. Sister.” Melissa's giggling voice boomed from all around her, but the clone herself was nowhere to be seen. “How're you feeling?”
“K-kill...” Another vibrating shock tore through Samus, making it impossible to complete the sentence.
“Oh, sister,” the clone cooed. “Don't be like that. Look, Damara and I got you a present.”
Samus could hear a mechanical hiss, turned her head in the direction of the sound. A circular opening grew in the wall, a small hole that she could not have put her hand in. Something inside the hole started to move.
Whimpering, Samus scrambled away from the hole, looking for any means of escape as the sounds coming from the hole grew louder and louder still.
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There. Two updates on something resembling a schedule. Next part should be out early next week, either Monday or Tuesday, and we can start exploring the horrors of the Minus Suit. Thank you for reading and your patience, I hope you're enjoying this, and if you copy/pasta the following link it will take you to a place where I will answer any questions and respond to all reviews: http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/index.php/topic/36931-metroid-the-bergman-affair-feedback-comments-and-workshopping/page-14
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