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The Bergman Affair	By : HunterOpera Category: +M through R > Metroid Views: 48039 -:- 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 STRR-09, GFDate 4034:0612
Commander Dare stepped off his ship and snarled.
This was an ugly planet, a big planet, and he had every intention of wrecking whatever was holed up here. His men followed him, some of them shaking behind their suits of powered armor, and he looked upon them with a cold heart.
It is not their fault, Dare thought to himself. They're just young.
Many of them were. Commander Dare had the highest attrition rate among the Federation forces. He was known for doing impossible things, taking objectives no one thought possible without the presence of the Hunter. His tactics bordered on suicidal, and most of his officers quickly asked for transfers that he was happy to give.
He didn't want anyone questioning him. He wanted the young, the brave, those who thought they had something to prove. He wanted the ones that wouldn't ask questions.
“Come, soldiers!” he roared, turning and lifting his hand, activating the specialized weapon within. Plasma started glowing around his fist, a hazy rainbow miasma that seared the air itself. “We fight so that the weak don't have to! We fight because we are the best, the strongest, the elite! We fight so that our names will live on in infamy, long after our flesh is gone! Follow me, soldiers, and you will live forever!”
They screamed, these young soldiers, roared their approval and followed him towards whatever was waiting for them. The gravity was a little lighter than he would have liked, the purple sky a lit with lightning racing through dull clouds and a gray-blue landscape. This world was twisted, dead.
Fifteen miles from the ship they found a circle of the Kaayes plants. Sakamoto's spook, a silent man who walked beside Dare, had pointed out the small patches of the plants on moons and asteroids with false atmospheres. They'd been following a trail back to this planet.
Dare hadn't asked how Sakamoto's people had found that path. He didn't care. Spooks were meant to find the enemy, and he was meant to destroy it.
The Kaayes plants here were casting an eldritch green light that simmered along the ground, culled into a grotesque pattern that meant nothing to him. The air of this place, still until this very moment, seethed and shimmered, the leaves the only living plants rustling as his soldiers followed him into the field.
Something slithered up through the haze, seeping along their legs. Dare could feel it and closed his hand into a fist, calling forth the plasma again.
“Show yourself!” he challenged, raising his fist into the air.
A giant orange eyeball, nearly as tall as Dare himself, pushed its way into reality. A horrible writhing mass followed, a fallow stench whispering through the Kaayes. The ground rumbled, dead limbs pushing their way free of soil, tearing up the Kaayes roots, withered fingers pulling on Dare's men.
Dare recognized the abomination in front of him.
Phantoon.
The cause of all their pain, the mastermind behind all the attacks. Of course it would be one of the last extant Pirate Lords. Of course it would be.
Unable to keep the mania from his laughter, Dare ordered his men to attack, stalking closer to the former Space Pirate Lord, and watched the creature tremble as he approached.

Planet YS7-23, GFDate 4034:0618
Seven days, Damara thought. Seven days and here we are.
Damara entered the room and watched as Samus struggled to her knees. She shoulders were sagging, her eyes bleary and glossy, her thighs shaking. Seven days since she'd last been allowed to sleep. Seven days of lights cutting in and out, of loud noises and long silences, of environmental controls meant to disorientate her, keep her confused about time.
At irregular intervals, a feeding tube was presented to her from one of the walls – always randomly selected, always at a different spot, always just high enough to wrap her mouth around it if she was on her knees. The minus-suit would force her to crawl, to open her lips, to suck on the tube. A gooey flavorless mess would emerge, slithering down her throat.
Damara remembered it, the taste and sensation. She'd hated it, but she'd crawled and suckled to keep from starving to death.
Samus took a little more convincing, but by the third day she was doing it on her own, the shocks to her body doing nothing more than letting her know that the nozzle was there.
So it was with the positions. Sit, stand, beg, down. A single word pumped into her mind, the minus-suit forcing her into position for the first day or so, toying with her clit when she was in position. By the fourth day, Samus Aran was moving into position all on her own, biting her lip and closing her eyes as the minus-suit pleasured her for her obedience.
“Good girl,” Damara would whisper, knowing that the words would be carried from her lips to the former Hunter's ears. “Good little Prey.”
She's beginning to accept it all. It all. Melissa's voice echoed in her mind, her friend excited. I can see it all, now. Her mind is crumbling. There's a core, somewhere in her mind, but-
“-but that will break, too,” Damara finished, and smiled.
And now she was here, in this room with her hero, her rival, and every time Samus crumbled a little more Damara hated herself a little less.
“Are you a good girl?” Damara asked, and Samus said nothing, pleading with her eyes. “Let's find out. Stand.”
Samus waited for the minus-suit to force her and was shocked for it. She held position, bowing her head, tears spilling from her eyes.
“Stand, little pet,” Damara said again.
Samus struggled to her feet, knees shoulder-width apart, her hands clasped behind her neck, elbows out. Damara had hated this position when she'd been forced to take, it, but it looked good on Samus – breasts on display, dripping cunt exposed. It was the perfect position for punishment, for showing off how the curves and holes of her precious pet.
Damara walked around the former-woman, the slave that even now was being rewarded for her obedience. She watched as Samus shook, her lips parted as ragged breaths made her stomach shudder, and smiled. Damara's fingers traced a line up Samus' midriff, circled and spiraled her left breast, the woman no longer trying to resist.
“What are you?” Damara asked.
“Y-yours,” answered Samus, her voice weak and wretched.
“My what?”
“Your pet.”
“What kind of pet?”
“Good. Samus is a good pet.”
“Samus?”
“Prey,” whined Samus. “Your pet's name is Prey.”
Damara sighed, patting Samus' cheek. The woman screamed and fell to the floor as the shocks ravaged her body. She held Samus as the former Hunter spasmed on the ground, stroking her head.
“You're making me do this to you, Prey,” Damara whispered. “I don't want to do this.”
The shocks subsided, Samus sobbing and curling into her lap, arms wrapping around Damra's waist as the free woman stroked her one-time icon's hair.
“What's your name?” Damara asked.
“Prey,” whimpered Samus.
“Is Prey a good pet?”
“Prey is a good pet.”
“A tame pet?”
“A....” Samus shuddered, curling in on herself more. Damara knew how much it cost to admit these truths; she'd once been forced to admit them herself. She continued to stroke Samus' hair, letting the Hunter come to terms with an inescapable truth. “Prey is a tame pet.”
“Let's find out,” Damara said, her tone bright. “Sit.”
It took Samus a few tries to push up and away from Damara, to assume a sitting position: her legs spread, fingers interlocked behind her back, head bowed.
“Good,” Damara said, reaching out and stroking Samus's cheek, letting her fingers slowly circle down to between Samus' legs. She smiled to feel the minus-suit thrumming slowly into and around Samus' lower holes, tugging on and kissing her edges of her skin. “Beg.”
The thrumming stopped and Samus whined, her head moving up, her lips parting and tongue moving out to rest on her chin, her hands moving up front and pushing up her breasts, offering them to whomever might want to touch them. Damara leaned down, kissed one, but the tender flesh, enjoying the way Samus moaned as the minus-suit resumed its affections.
“Down,” Damara said, her tongue teasing an erect nipple. Samus was shivering as she let her arms hang limply at her sides, as she spread her legs and pressed her forehead against the ground. Damara stroked her hair. “Good girl. Are you a good little girl?”
“Prey is a good little girl.”
“A good little pet?”
“A good little pet.”
“A tame little pet?”
“A tame little pet.”
And Damara smiled, because it was true.

Planet STRR-09, GFDate 4034:0620
By the time Anthony's shuttle touched down, the battle was over. Eight days after initial contact and the battle had, according to reports, ended just yesterday. Planet STRR-09 looked like it had seen better days, the blue sun casting strange shadows through the purple sky and shattered blue-grey landscape.
Dare was parading around like he always was, striding up to Antony with a wide smile.
“We won,” he said voice loud as he saluted. “The enemy has been captured.”
Captured, and not killed. Phantoon could not die, not so far as anyone knew. The necro-master could be killed, but death never took – but the Federation had developed a means of containing him and those like him.
“He tried to use our own men against us,” Dare reported, “but he stopped when I melted his eyeball.” Anthony looked at the rows and rows of dead soldiers. The only reason that Dare was allowed in charge of anything was because he led from the front. Someone, somewhere, had hoped that he could kill himself with his tactics, but the man always survived.
Keaton liked to describe him as a blind, arrogant fool.
“I'm going to take a look at the battle site,” Anthony said.
“There's pictures in my report, sir,” Dare said.
“Nonetheless.” Anthony paused and faked a smile. “Just an old wounded veteran wanting to live vicariously. You understand.”
“Of course, sir,” Dare said. There was sympathy in the man's eyes, in his tone, and Anthony hated that he couldn't hate the man. He sighed, looking at the collected dead. “I'll talk to the families, sir.”
“What? All of them?”
“Yes, sir. My boys. My men. They died for me.”
I want to hate you so much, Anthony thought. He nodded, leaned on his cane, and walked down to the battle site. He found much of it devastated, much of it torn. The crater that the dead had crawled their way up from led to a bigger hole than their size should have indicated.
Federation scientists had theorized that Phantoon existed in the lands of the living and the dead, both at once. Because of that he had mass, an orbit that the dead could revolve around. Anthony poked his cane into the holes that had held the dead, that had likely held Phantoon himself.
He found what he was looking for in a hole near the center – a dried patch of the brackish fluid that passed for Phantoon's blood. The creature had been injured before coming here, then. They were still being set up.
Biting his lip, Anthony looked up towards the stars, wondering what was really going on.
Princess, he thought, staring up at the dark between the flickering starlights, the vast emptiness of space. Where are you?

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Alright. The meta-plot is wrapped. All Samus from here on it, single shot chapters like the first few chapters of this story, and then an autro and we're good. All feedback and comments are very much appreciated, and will be responded to on the forums, specifically here: http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/topic/36931-metroid-the-bergman-affair-feedback-comments-and-workshopping/?page=11 Thanks for reading, and more soon.
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