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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 4034:0625
Colonel Sakamoto's ship landed just outside the lab. He straightened his uniform, looked at himself in the mirror. He was not a handsome man, age having robbed him of the hard muscle that had made it easier to get women into bed, but now he had a much stronger aphrodisiac to rely on: power.
He worked black ops, the blackest of the black. He'd been turned onto a humans first group early on in his career, a secret society operating within the Federation that sought to put humans in every position of power. And why not? Humanity had not crawled off the far reaches of the galaxy to be the equal of aliens. They had flown off – soared away – to become the superiors of those aliens.
Sakamoto liked to think of himself as an eagle, circling his prey: the politically and militarily powerful of other species. In his youth, he'd hired their whores and used their soldiers as canon fodder while moving his own human men to take the important objectives. Nothing too overt, nothing that could really be noticed.
He'd been promoted through the ranks and eventually was given a black ops budget, and had found a woman named Madeline Bergman and the two of them had started a project meant to bring the other species in line and to finally assert human dominance.
And then that bitch had fucked it up.
He wished he could fuck her the way he fucked everyone else.
There were very few women of any species that could resist him because those that did generally ended up under his thumb anyway. It wasn't even sex that thrilled him anymore, so much as watching people that thought they were strong debase themselves before him.
He'd first come to appreciate such things while fighting the Space Pirates. He'd found his cock getting rock hard when he read reports of how they de-personed their captives. Curious, he'd had one of his captives – an alien diplomat the Asari peoples – brought to him, and proceeded to break her down. It was the most thrilling experience of his life.
Since then, he'd broken hundreds of women across dozens of races. It was fun. He'd started to believe that there was something about females that craved subjugation and domination, even human women. It infuriated him, then, that the most famous human in the galaxy was a woman.
Samus fucking Aran.
She wasn't even human, not really.
A bunch of canaries had done something to her. Aliens.
He'd tried to have her brought to him but every one of his efforts had failed. It was the technology of the now-extinct Chozo. That, at least, he could smile about – he'd gone out of his way to drive the Chozo to extinction, personally murdering the last of their race and eating the corpse.
It'd tasted like chicken.
And now, he'd finally managed to show up Aran for the useless little bitch that she was. Phantoon had put the galaxy in peril, and where was she? Nowhere. Commander Dare, a human commander, had led a mostly human army against the former Space Pirate Lord and brought him down. Whatever threat to the Galaxy that creature had posed was now gone, defeated and broken, and humanity had carried the day.
Why was he here, again?
Where was he?
Frowning, he looked at the monitor in front of him. YS7-23? He stared at the designation. An ancestor of his had discovered this place, he thought. A man named Yoshiro, maybe three hundred years ago. A family secret, a vacation spot they'd kept secluded and hidden.
Why had he come here? To rest? He wiped his brow, suddenly tired. It was a struggle to get step off the ship, to walk towards the laboratory.
Laboratory? None of his family were scientists. Why was he thinking of his vacation home as a laboratory? Shaking his head, he walked towards it and let himself in.
Then he fell to his knees.
His Goddess was there, the one whose name he did not dare think. The Goddess' mother was also there, the traitor Madeline, who could be forgiven because she had helped create the Goddess. There was also his escaped science project, the woman Damara, whom he had twisted into what he had hoped would be an answer to the problem of Samus Aran.
Shuddering, he bowed his head as he felt the Goddess penetrate his thoughts with her mind. She scoured him, finding everything, even the secrets he'd kept hidden from himself.
How she'd escaped and how she'd forced him to help. The way she'd learned of this place from him, made him bring her here. The tortures she'd used to empty his will, setting up a copy of his old personality in his head that would melt away in her presence, forcing him to remember the truth of what he now was, to crave it, to crave her approval.
She'd kept him in chains. Kept him whimpering. Kept him hard and left him hard, in agony, craving her touch, her abuse, anything that she might wish to give him.
Whimpering, he pressed his head to the ground as he felt her sifting through his memories, learning about how they had framed Phantoon for her crimes, how they had hunted him down like an animal and captured him, how the galaxy once again believed that there was peace. Even the Kriken had fallen for it. Even the Vhozon.
The galaxy was at peace, and the Goddess was free to do what she wanted.
“Good,” the Goddess tittered. “Good, good job little Colonel. I think you deserve a reward, but you should be dressed properly, shouldn't you?”
He nodded, saying nothing. He took off his hat, his shoes and socks. He took off his jacket and folded it neatly, took off his undershirt and folded it on top of his jacket. His pants came next, his underwear. All of it was folded neatly, perfectly, taking as little space as possible.
She would punish him if anything was even a little bit out of place, and she could be so very creative in her punishments.
He crawled to where she kept his real clothing, the clothing that his Goddess had gifted him with. The collar went on first, snug and tight around his neck. Then the belt, the chains attached to it easy to manipulate, each chain ending in a manacle. Four manacles, two for elbows, two for wrists. Another thin chain leaked down from the belt, a banded cage meant to fasten around his testicles, the cage meant to imprison his cock.
“No,” his Goddess said, her fingers on his hand as he prepared to lock his manhood away. “No, no. Your reward first.”
Sakamoto looked up at her with pathetic gratitude, allowing her to connect the leash, to lead him wherever she wanted to take him. He did not resist, could not imagine resisting his Goddess.
Down they went, down corridors, down stairs, down to a room that Sakamoto didn't recognize. A woman was lying there, her ass sticking up in the air, dressed in a skin-tight blue outfit that looked vaguely familiar.
“It's a reasonable facsimile of the zero-suit, I think,” the Goddess tittered. “Reasonable. Although it isn't. It just looks like it. Looks like it. We call it a minus-suit.”
Sakamoto knew better than to ask questions, but he couldn't stop himself from thinking one.
“Oh, the name? It's because we can make it do this,” the Goddess said, and the skin tight suit rippled and crawled away from the naked flesh underneath, toned and taught muscles revealed. With her arms splayed out to either side and her knees underneath her, Sakamoto could see everything a woman might prefer kept private.
His Goddess' fingers curled in his hair, pulling him up so that he was forced to look upon her glory.
“You might find she looks a lot like me,” the Goddess said, and Sakamoto's breath caught in his throat, his eyes going wide as his cock shuddered and hardened, wavering and unbound. “Yes. Yes. That is Samus Aran.”
She released him then, let him crawl around Samus. Her eyes were open and glossy and covered by some sort of translucent film, cheeks flushed, lips open. Drool seeped out of her mouth, pooling around the cheek pressed against the floor. She looked like she might be straining but not a single part of her moved save her tight stomach, breathing shallow breaths.
“It's been five days since Phantoon was beaten,” his Goddess said. “Beaten. So you have five hours to amuse yourself with my sister. You have my permission to cum as many times as you like, Colonel Sakamoto.”
Sakamoto approached her, cautious. His hands traced the back of her thighs, pried her drooling labia apart. He watched muscles in her legs and along her back ripple to no effect. He reached out, grasping her hips, bringing his own cockhead closer, letting it run up and down the slickness of her slit and sighed.
“No, Colonel, she can't see you, can't hear you,” his Goddess smiled, “but she can feel you. Every hard inch of you. Inch. Of. You.”
He nodded, then drove himself all the way into her, right to the hilt. He sighed, eyes closing – even slick as she was, she was as tight as he had always imagined she would be. Once, twice, a third time inside her and he was pumping his seed into her.
Falling over her, he let himself soften inside her, enjoying the way her soft insides tried to force him out. He put a hand on her left shoulder blade and pushed himself out, smiling when she shuddered as he hardened again. His Goddess had changed him, taking away the staying power of his erections in exchange for their frequency.
Easier to train, she had told him. She hadn't hid from him what she'd done and he still loved her for it.
“Would you like something special?” his Goddess asked. “Speak, Colonel. I give you permission.”
He waited, took a deep breath.
“Goddess,” Sakamoto prayed. “Could you wait thirty seconds, then let her see and hear me? I want her to know who is doing this to her.”
“I can do even better,” his Goddess said, laughing. “I can release her. Don't worry, Colonel. I can keep her weak but make her think she's fighting at full strength thanks to the minus-suit. Say, ten percent of her actual strength? Just ten percent to fight you with. Thirty seconds. Go.”
Smiling, Sakamoto plunged into her two more times, then pulled himself out of her slit and forced his manhood into her other, tighter hole. She screamed as he inched his way in, whatever force that was holding her finally ending as he found himself all the way inside her.
When she kicked him, it was as nothing. She tried to rise and he held her down, not even exerting himself. She thrashed and he smiled, pulling out and driving her down, crushing her strong body underneath his girth.
This, the most dangerous Hunter the galaxy had ever known, was made a simple woman beneath his hands. He felt her trying to force his manhood out of her and savored the sensation, holding her in place and letting her struggles stimulate him more than a simple fucking ever could.
It was wasn't long before he came inside her again, and again, and a third time. It took most of three hours before exhaustion quieted her struggles and he had to actively fuck her again. By then, he pulled out and cleaned himself off, let her try to crawl away and kicked her onto her back, pinned her down and drove himself into her tight slit once more.
Facing her, driving himself into her lowest hole, he looked into her eyes and smiled as whatever light might have been in her eyes died.
He was mightier than she would ever be, and she knew it. Samus Aran was dead and only a simple leaking fucktoy remained.
To prove this, he used his left half-hour to make her suck her own fluids off his cock, all the while sending spurts of semen down her throat. He forced himself past her tongue, deep down into her throat, enjoying the way her hands tried to push against his hips when she was choking on his manhood.
She swallowed every drop, slut that she was.
And when the five hours was up and his Goddess ordered her away from the mewling Hunter, she walked forward and ordered the broken once-woman to lick up all the goo she had let fall to the ground. He felt himself harden at the sight of it, her pink tongue dipping into the white stickiness, pulling it up into her mouth, the movement of her throat as she swallowed.
He wanted to take her all over again, but knew that time was past. Eyes never leaving Samus, he reached down and locked his cock in the cage, feeling his erection bend, nearly collapsing from the pain of being entrapped in steel.
Still, when his Goddess commanded him to follow, he did.
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Eight chapters left. Deep breaths. I can do this. The next chapter focuses on Madeline and her take on things as she figures out what to do next. If you've got questions, comments, or reviews, everything is answered on the forums, which you can find here: http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/topic/36931-metroid-the-bergman-affair-feedback-comments-and-workshopping/?page=11 Thank you for reading, hope you're enjoying, and see you next weekend at the latest.
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