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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 scurried away from the hole that had opened in the wall, her eyes scanning the room for some sign of exit. There was nothing, not even a marking to show the means by which she had been dumped here – the walls glowed a soft white that was broken up by a gentle blue grid, but beyond that there was nothing to set one plane from another except the hole that occupied all of Samus' attention.
Whatever that is, Samus thought, it's getting closer.
Her clone tittered, and she could imagine Damara smirking at her. She looked around, wondering where the camera were, wondering how she was being watched, wondering why she was so -scared.- Closing her eyes and shaking her head, she forced herself to kneel, used the wall to stand on unsteady feet, her eyes never leaving the hole.
There was a hint of movement a flickering that filled an empty space and then was gone.
Samus blinked and braced herself, her knees shaking, her arm extended to ward away whatever horror awaited her.
The horror appeared all around her.
Covern, she thought, eyes going wide as the dead spirit coalesced around her. The covern were compressed spirits of the dead, held together and enslaved by a monstrous being called Phantoon. Samus began to sweat, wondering if that abomination was hiding somewhere around her, watching her humiliation.
The answer to that question was far beyond her.
As she lashed out, the clone giggled and mocked her. Her hand found purchase on the green extoplasmic shell of the covern, her fingers pressing into the softness of that shell. Straining, she tried to push the spirits away, but one of the creature's mouths clamped down on her hand, suckling down her arm to the elbow.
It was a warm sensation, sickly and sticky all at once, and Samus screamed and tried to pull herself free as another one of the creatures appeared over the fingers of her free hand. This time she saw a pink tongue loop out and around her digits, pulling her palm into the darkling mouth, both of the coverns wrestling her to the ground.
Planting her feet, she tried to jump away only to find another covern appearing around her left foot. She kicked but it's mouth slithered around her toes, drawing her in up to the ankle, pulling her legs out from under her. She tried to kick with her last remaining limb, but another covern appeared, holding her in place no matter how hard she fought.
And this was how she ended up being placed on her back, her hands stretched out to her sides, one leg lying flat on the ground while another was pulled up and over her shoulder, spreading her wide. The covern gummed on the limbs they had covered, holding her hostage, their toothless bites drawing small gasps from the captive Hunter.
Shaking her head, she pressed her back down, trying to roll off her shoulder blades, but the covern held her steady, stretched her taut. She shook her head and screamed defiance, all too away of another covern materializing above her. Eyeless sockets loomed large in her vision, the sick smell of rotting meat filling her nostrils as this last covern hovered above her with a steadiness no living thing could match.
Ever so slowly, from the top of its jaw, some viscous mockery of saliva began to form. It poured between the cracks of the creature's teeth, spilling down on her features, and she screamed as the goo began to slither along her face. She shook her head but could not dislodge the demi-liquid, could not stop it from moving towards her mouth and eyes and nose and ears, could not stop the covern above her from spilling more and more of the stuff.
She closed her eyes as she felt it slip between the lids of her eyes, felt it crawl into her nose and ears. She pressed her lips together, refusing to scream. The good pressed against her lips, trying to force itself into her, but she held her lips tighter and took satisfaction in stopping this one penetration.
The plugs already inside her began to throb. She gasped.
Fast as thought, the goo moved past her open lips and down her throat.
She felt the vomitous slithering mess inside her doing some unnameable act, felt herself violated in a way she could never have thought possible. Still shaking her head, she became aware of the covern on her limbs devouring more of her limbs, moving along them and working themselves closer to her torso. She tried to scream, but the goo held her quiet as the covern above her descended ever closer to her face.
The coverns on her legs abandoned her feet as they moved up her calf, towards her thigh. It looked smaller now, but, as Samus stared at the creature that was gumming itself towards her core, she could see that some sort of band had been left on each ankle.
Panicking, Samus looked up at her arms and saw similar bands wrapped around her wrists. The still feasting covern stopped mid-thigh and mid-bicep, slowly melting into the same sort of band, some force holding her in place as the one hovering above her began to chew toothlessly down her jawline, down her neck.
She felt it melt, felt it harden into another band that covered the collar already there. The bands around her shifted from a rotting green to the shining purple of a Zebesian carapace.
Gasping, -frightened,- Samus tried to sit up, then screamed and fell back, her back arching as something surged within her. An explosion of that same color fountained out of her lower holes, the shining mass dripping along her thighs, up her hips, covering her.
All of Samus' screams were silenced when the goo solidified over her mouth, and moments later her world was plunged into a nightmare from which there was no waking.

Planet YS7-23, GFDate 4034:0608
“W-what,” said Madeline, pausing to steady her voice, “What is it doing to her?”
“Embracing her. Caressing her. Like family. Family.” The clone giggled, looking at her with shining eyes. “Those weren't real covern, just facsimiles. I wanted her to think she was dealing with something familiar.”
“That was,” Madeline paused again, licking her lips, unable to take her eyes from the writhing Hunter. “That was kind of you.”
“Thank you, mother. Thank you.” The clone turned back to the screen. “This is the minus suit, a synthetic fabric made up of nano-machines that cycle through the belt Damara locked on her earlier. I got the idea from her, based on what the Federation did to her.”
“What did they do to her?”
“They broke me.”
Madeline and the clone both turned as Damara entered the room. The young woman was trembling, her eyes wide and focused on the screen. She had crossed her arms over her chest, her lips trembling even if her voice did not.
“They broke me,” Damara said. “Again and again. Samus will break, too.”
“We've streamlined the process,” the clone went on. “Advanced the tools. You know Samus wears a zerosuit under her power armor?”
“Yes,” Madeline nodded, her old research flashing past her eyes – a slim comfort in these dire circumstances. “The zerosuit allows her to focus her mind to create the armor, which we theorize is some form of advanced psychic-technology.”
“Yes, yes, exactly!” The clone stood and danced in place, calming quickly and turning back to her. “The minus suit allows us to project psychic energy at Samus and control her, seeping inside her like a new skeleton and around her like a suit of armor.”
“Does it make her stronger?” Madeline asked, curious.
“Stronger, faster, tougher... whatever we want. We can triple what she can do right now by providing structure for what the Chozo have already done to her,” the clone explained. “Or we can make her weaker, slower, more vulnerable. She's not aware of it, will still think she's as strong as ever, but we can make her weaker than a baby etecoon, slower than a dachora hatchling, or as vulnerable as a shell-less tatori while she thinks she is as powerful as she ever was.”
“The minus suit also controls what she sees, hears, feels, and smells,” Damara added, her lips twitching towards a smile. “We can control what she tastes, and when she tastes it. We could walk in the room and she would see the room but not us, not if we don't want her to.”
“That's right!” the clone said, clapping her hands.
“How does it work?” Madeline asked, touching the screen. Samus was trying to pull the goo off of her, but as she watched her fingers attached themselves together, her ankles and thighs fusing and pulling her tight. She was kneeling now, the bands at her wrists sending tendrils to her biceps, then her neck, all of solidifying.
She's being presented, Madeline realized. Like a pet, or a statue.
“I can send commands to the nano-machines with my mind,” the clone said, moving closer to Damara and hugging her. “Damara can do the same. She just has to think very loudly, and I'll relay the command.”
“Could I try?” Madeline asked. The clone and Damara shared a look.
“Not yet, mother,” the clone said. “Not yet.”
Madeline nodded, accepting this, and turned to the computer read out. She saw that Samus had been limited to thirty percent of her actual capacity. Curious as to the mechanisms, she studied the read-out.
“The nano-machines attach to her central nervous system,” she whispered. Smiling, she turned to look at the clone, giving a nod of approval. “Simple. Elegant.”
“Thank you, mother,” the clone said, blushing and shuffling her feet. “The nano-machines are powered by waste. We can regulate everything from her breathing to her core temperature, and the machines will keep her fit through a series of small shocks that simulate working out. We can make her do anything.”
“What will you make her do?” Madeline asked.
“Nothing,” Damara said, the curl of her lips revealing a sadism that Madeline had come to dread. “The trick is to make her do what we want her to. And it's time to get started on that training.”

Planet YS7-23, GFDate 4034:0611
Damara walked into the room and stood over Samus, resting her hands on her hips. She knew the other woman was struggling to escape her prison, that the minus suit kept her from being seen, and she took a long moment to study the lines and contours of the Hunter's body.
The minus suit hugged every curve, dipped into every nook. It covered her body entirely, creeping up her body, along the edges of her neck and the lines of her face. It covered her eyes, her nose and mouth. It filled her, pulsing along the belt that Damara had locked onto the hapless Hunter five days prior.
Damara hugged herself, remembering when this had been done to her.
She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and steeled herself.
I want her to see me, Damara thought. She heard Melissa giggle a reply and the minus suit around Samus' eyes became a translucent green, the same color as the rest of the minus suit. Can you change the color?
Sure. Anything you'd prefer? Prefer?
Let's try pirate purple, Damara thought, smiling. Just to drive a point home.
The minus suit rippled, Samus twitching as the suit flipped up on her skin, a shifting wave that tickled her as it started green and ended purple. Damara smiled – this was a thing she could get used to.
“Hello, Samus,” Damara said, keeping her voice light. “I'm here to help you.”
Whatever Samus said was muffled by the suit thrusting into her throat. Resting a hand on her hip, Damara walked closer, towering over her captive, watching Samus' eyes narrow.
“Don't be like that,” Damara said, running a hand through the Hunter's hair. “Here, let me help you stand.”
She thought loudly at Melissa and was delighted at the result. Languid, graceful, the minus suit forced Samus to stand and spread her legs, to fold her hands behind her neck and push her elbows away from her body. The position put the Hunter on display, but as much as Damara wanted to play with Samus she knew that would come later.
Instead, she walked around Samus, studying every inch of her without touching her. Melissa relayed information from the minus suit to her, so she knew that Samus' heartbeat was racing, that she was sweating and nervous. Grinning, Damara moved about her like a predator and savored the Hunter's fear.
“This is your primary position,” Damara said, coming to stop in front of Samus, clasping her hands behind her back and meeting the Hunter's gaze. “Have you memorized it?”
Samus said nothing.
Damara smiled and thought loudly at Melissa. Samus suddenly quivered and fell out of position, reeling back from where Damara stood, pressing her back against a wall. Damara had left the door behind her purposely open, not that Samus could see it.
“Assume position one, Prey,” Damara hissed.
Samus pushed off the wall, surging towards Damara, but she withered in midair and fell to the ground as electric shocks coursed through her body one moment, changing to a gentle suckling that moved over the entirety of her body, inside and out.
Damara let that continue for a moment. Samus quivered on the floor but somehow pulled her twitching limbs forward, dragging herself towards where Damara stood.
Melissa...?
Samus' eyes went wide, her pupils narrowing as the pain and the pleasure increased in both scope and volume. Her screams were muffled whimpers, her body a needy mass. Damara watched the Hunter, enjoying the view, then asked Melissa to stop the torment.
“Now, Prey, position one,” Damara hissed.
Slowly, slowly, Samus struggled to her feet. Her palms pushed against the ground, her knees shaking as she stood upright. She moved her feet apart from one another, her hands raising
and then she was surging forward again, murder in her eyes.
Damara stepped to one side as the shocks claimed Samus again. The Hunter crashed to the floor of the cell, the minus suit keeping her from bruising as it violated her from the inside out. Damara stepped closer to the Hunter, kneeling down beside her.
“Well, Prey, I'm going to let you think about what you've done,” Damara said. “I'll come back in a day or a week or a month. When I have time, really. And we can try this again. Until then, enjoy the shocks.”
The way Samus' eyes were filled with pleading as the minus suit turned opaque warmed Damara's heart.
Samus Aran would not last long, and by the time she was done there would be no question that anyone, anyone could break.
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Wow, deadline met. Barely. Next chapter should be up either just before or after the weekend. Going to try and have the next bit of La Mairee done tonight. In the meantime, all questions, comments, and replies will be answered at the follow url, which you can copy/pasta: http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/index.php/topic/36931-metroid-the-bergman-affair-feedback-comments-and-workshopping/page-14 Get in on the fun. Thanks for reading, hope you're enjoying this, and have a good night.
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