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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 4034:0627
Madeline Bergman held the clone in her arms, hugging her close, letting the creature fall asleep on her shoulder. She observed that the clone needed very little sleep – six standard hours after every thirty-two – and she had learned that the clone liked to curl in her arms while slipping into unconsciousness.
The clone's eyes were closed. Her breathing was regular. Her temperature dropped and her mouth stopped producing saliva.
So close to humanity, Madeline thought. Good, but not good enough.
Careful, careful, she moved herself away from the clone. Unwrapped the clone's arms from around her body, slid her own flesh out from underneath the clone's. She put on clothes, buckled a belt, tied her shoes and stood, looked down and behind her at the form on the bed.
She imagined killing the clone. No, no, killing wasn't the right word – killing implied that the clone was something other than a science experiment gone wrong. She frowned. Ending the clone? Ending the clone was better. Ending the experiment. How else was one supposed to reflect on what had been learned?
Madeline knew she couldn't. The clone had inflicted psychic triggers within her, and one of them would keep her from injuring the clone. The collaring had been something the clone had overlooked in the past but she would not make that mistake again.
Leaning down, Madeline pulled a blanket up and over the clone's shoulder and trailed out of the room. A quiet moan escaped the clone's lips, a soft sigh of dreaming as if the clone had been a real person, but Madeline knew this wasn't the case.
She left the room. Sakamoto was in his pen, Damara was monitoring information feeds, and Samus... well, Samus Aran was occupied.
Madeline took the stairs down deeper into the laboratory, into the storage areas. She spared some scorn for Sakamoto as she walked past him, enjoying what the clone had reduced him to with a small smile. That man had always been beneath her. The fact that he now knew it pleased her immensely.
There was a small room a little past where Sakamoto was kept, and that was where Madeline was heading. She paused outside of it, running a hand over the doorframe, then keyed in the access code and turned the soft lights harsher.
Madeline smiled at the sight that greeted her.
Samus Aran.
The former Hunter looked unbound but was locked in place by the minus-suit. Her toned body was covered in sweat, her hair a matted mess, her nostrils flaring with deep and jagged breaths. All of her body weight rested on her shoulders, her bare breasts hovering just above her face, her eyes blindfolded and mouth gagged. Her arms lay behind her, hands linked, while her thighs were pointing towards the ceiling, her calves hanging loose and downwards.
A tube extended out of the core of her, descending deep inside her. The tube rose towards a large funnel, where another machine dropped small balls inside of her. The balls were no bigger than one of Madeline's fingernails, and all of them vibrated at different speeds and frequencies.
She watched as the machine dropped one of the balls, watched as Samus reacted to the sound of the ball circling the funnel, circling and circling, getting closer to the center. She watched as Samus shuddered and tried to do anything to escape as the ball was sucked into the center. She watched as Samus tried to scream, her gag silencing her, as the hole sucked the ball in and fired it at high speeds deep inside of her, deep with all the other vibrating balls already inside her.
The whole process took maybe ten minutes.
“We were so scared of you,” Madeline whispered. “So, so scared.
“It was the Chozo technology. We couldn't figure it out. Discovering there was a psychic component to it just made us fear you more. Coming up with a counter to it was vital to our plans, and it took the power of a planetary core to do it. We were so proud of ourselves.
“But we didn't create anything, not really. We don't understand how it works. I don't understand... we stole what we know. We cheated. We needed some way in, and I'm the one... I'm the one that built it.
“You killed Mother Brain. You destroyed a planet. We had to scour the site for a living cell, and that took forever. We found some, dead but frozen, and we did the best we could to copy it but Chozo technology is so far ahead of our own. I'm glad they're dead. Do you have any idea of...
“Well, nevermind. We took some of your DNA for the body. I mingled in some of my own to mend the gaps we had in your core, because while we could clone Mother Brain we had no idea how she worked or how to communicate with her.
“The clone doesn't know this, but there were prior attempts at the process, ones that had to be ended prematurely because the clones became a threat. I theorized that this was because we needed common ground with the clone. We needed an analog means of communication, and the clone we made, well, that clone was our solution.
“I called her Melissa because I like the name. Melissa. It rolls off the tongue, don't you think? Maybe not... aside from being raised by birds, I'm not sure you're even capable of thought anymore. I gave her a hair bead because the clone would have some capacity for human-like emotion, and I needed her to feel well of me for this to work.
“And it did work, even if the outcome has been...
“You saved me before, Hunter, and I thought you might do it again. The work needs to continue. Humankind must rule this galaxy, not all those silly aliens – they're better left forgotten, pushed to the side, used for whatever utility evolution has them best suited for. We were meant to rule.
“And it's occurred to me that the clone might be the best way to do it. She can control the metroids we'll make, the space pirates, maybe even Ridley once she's older. Why not? The real Mother Brain did. Keaton, Vogl, all of them are nothing more than means to an end – our end, which...
“Samus? Are you listening, or did the clone only leave you capable of hearing the sound of the vibrators as they enter you?”
Madeline sighed, walked into the room and looked through the translucent covering over Samus' eyes – the Hunter could not see anything, she realized, not that she would want to. The Hunter was locked away in the dark, able only to feel, taut body trembling and helpless.
Madeline let her fingertip slip over the slippery folds of the Hunter's clit and smiled as the Hunter moaned and strained, her eyes wild and trying to focus in the dark that held her trapped.
Curious, she kept playing with the little organ as another ball circled the funnel before being shot into her, feeling the way the bound Hunter's body tensed and trembled as another ball entered her.
“Computer,” Madeline said, looking up at the contraption the clone had rigged to torment the bound woman beneath her, “how many vibrating balls are in Samus Aran?”
- There are currently 124 vibrating balls inside of Samus Aran. -
“And all of them vibrate at different speeds?”
- That is correct. The fastest vibrates at 180 vpm, while the slowest is 30vpm. The intensity of vibrations and periods between the vibrations also vary. -
“Interesting.” Madeline trailed her fingers down Samus' body, circling the hard muscles of her midriff, feeling the Hunter's labored breathing. “Are you monitoring her mental state?”
- What is left of it, yes. -
Madeline looked up and frowned – the computer's virtual interface had been programmed by the clone, and carried several of the clone's quirks. The benefit was that the computer was mildly telepathic and could communicate through certain frequencies of thought, a process that frustrated the scientist because she could not make sense of how, exactly, it was done.
“Computer,” Madeline said, licking her lips, “did Melissa leave any restrictions on what can be done with Samus Aran?”
- She is not to be freed or moved, Dr. Bergman. She is also not allowed to cum. -
“How is that being enforced?”
- The minus-suit keeps her from cumming. -
“Interesting. And what if I wanted to make use of her?”
- Provided she is not moved, Dr. Bergman, Melissa has said you can use her however you like. -
“Free up her mouth, then,” Madeline said, smiling as she stood up, unbuttoning her pants. “I've wanted to do this since I understood what she was.”
As she slipped her pants down her legs, she looked over to where Samus was held, listening as she panted wordlessly lips parted, tongue speckling out to mix drool with her own dripping goo. Madeline paused to admire the sight and savor it before slipping her panties down past her knees, shuffling over to where the Hunter was locked.
Straddling the helpless Hunter, Madeline lowered herself down on top of her, a gasp escaping her own lips when Samus' tongue licked the slick lips of her womanhood. She pressed down, encouraging Samus to do what she always did – explore.
Madeline was not disappointed. Samus' tongue moved around her outer folds, suckling down and pulling what juices lingered there down her own throat. That same organ flickered across Madeline's clit, then teased the inner folds and entered her, long slow strokes of tongue moving back and forth across her, suckle and release, suckle and... and suckle... and...
Samus screamed when another vibrating ball entered her, adding to the pile already inside her, and Madeline moaned long and hard, feeling her own cheek flush, her fingernails finding and parting Samus' slit as Samus parted her. She pinched the Hinter's clit, twisting, savoring the warm cry of pain that slithered up inside her, the tongue that tried so hard to please her.
Another ball entered the Hunter. Another. Madeline was losing track of time, her hips brushing deep along the Hunter's face, riding Samus' nose, pressing down on her lips. The Hunter's body strained and pulled, the Hunter trying to shake her head, the sense of Samus' helplessness as much an aphrodisiac as her soft slithering tongue.
Madeline screamed as she came, sagging forwards, her forehead pressed deep against Samus' tortured clit. Her own sweat mingled with all the Hunter's juices, her discharge creeping down the throat of Samus Aran. She was gasping, trying to catch her breath – the Hunter, Samus Aran, destroyer of worlds, possessor of alien technology beyond human ken, had just licked her to orgasm, and she knew she would side with the clone if she could do this again.
Slowly, legs shaking, she stood up, pulling up her panties. The Hunter lay between her legs, exposed and trembling.
“P... please...,” whimpered Samus. “P-please let me cum...”
Madeline looked down at her and shook her head.
“You've broken down this much already?” Madeline asked, knowing the Hunter couldn't hear her. “Well, I suppose you've been a good girl...”
She reached forward and flicked the Hunter's clit, leaned down and kissed it. She learned the timing of the vibrators, teasing Samus along with them, using them to drive Samus Aran to higher and higher plateaus of ecstasy, using the computer to keep track of where the Hunter was, intent on testing how good the minus-suit was at keeping her from cumming.
It was fun, teasing the Hunter. By the time Madeline left Samus, the girl was no longer capable of forming words, her darkness-trapped eyes without focus and gummy with tears, her pathetic gasping moans a testament that anyone could be broken. She trembled, mouth open, tight stomach slightly disgorged, her whole body trembling with what was inside her.
“Computer,” Madeline asked, stepping back from the wretch that had once been the most feared and respected warrior in the galaxy and admiring the ruin she had become, “How long has she been like this?”
“Almost eighteen hours now, mother,” the clone answered. Madeline turned, watching as the clone stared at her, hugging herself and smiling. “Why don't you take another ride, mother, and then come back to bed? Damara says we need to keep her here for another five days.”
Unable to hear the length of her sentence, Samus groaned, hips bucking.
“We need to replace the vibrators,” the clone whispered. “Would you like to help do that?”
“Isn't Damara here for that?”
“She's busy,” the clone said, shuffling and nervous from the doorframe. She so desperately needs to be loved. “It's simple, mother. We can do it together. Together.”
Madeline nodded, motioning the clone closer, enjoying the skittishness in its footsteps as it drew nearer.
“How is it done, daughter?” Madeline asked.
“Command her to stand, mother.”
“Samus Aran,” Madeline said, starting when she saw Samus' head turn in her direction. “Stand.”
For a moment, the former Hunter looked reluctant and confused, but then the minus-suit released her and she collapsed. Gasping, she lay on the floor in a heap, her limbs twitching, her breath coming in harsh ragged sighs.
“You can shock her if you want,” the clone said, whispering. “Just think the word shock really hard at the computer.” Madeline did, smiling as Samus hissed, her body stretching taut on the ground. She maintained the shock for a count of thirty, then counted to five.
“Samus Aran,” she repeated. “Stand.”
It was pathetic to watch. The Hunter, so full of lethal grace, a predator in stillness or movement, reduced to this shaking terrified mess of hunger and need. Her thighs shook, her arms quivering as her fingers interlocked behind her head. She was exposed, open, helpless, and standing like she was Madeline could see the way her belly shook from the small vibrators that were filling her.
How do they stay in? Madeline wondered. Magnetism?
“Selective magnetism, yes,” the clone answered. It flushed when Madeline looked in its direction. “Sorry, mother. Your thoughts are loud sometimes. They're loud.”
“What now?” Madeline said, narrowing her eyes.
“Order her to the pit,” the clone whispered. “The minus-suit will show her the way.”
“Samus Aran,” Madeline said. “Crawl towards the pit.”
As soon as Madeline finished speaking the former-woman fell to her knees, leaning heavily into her palms, then collapsed down onto her elbows. She shambled a short distance away, to a slight circular indent in the floor that Madeline hadn't noticed before – maybe a foot in diameter, with a half-inch depth.
“Now she stands there,” the clone said. “The balls can take care of themselves.”
“She can't see us, can she?” Madeline asked.
“She can if you want her to,” the clone answered.
“No,” Madeline said, her lips compressing into one hard line. “I want her to feel every second of this, and I'd rather her not be distracted.”
The first ball slid out from between Samus' legs, a tiny thing that made a small thud when it hit the floor. The vibration of it carried it away. Samus moaned, her whole body sagging as the balls slowly spilled out of her, another every ten seconds, carrying her juices with them until there was a puddle on the floor.
Madeline wondered if the minus-suit was keeping her upright; the way that Samus trembled and sagged made her think that the Hunter could not have stood under her own power even if she wanted to, and the thought made her smile.
The vibrators circled a drain and vanished down a hole in the floor, but the moisture remained after their passing, after Samus Aran had finally been emptied. Melissa didn't have to offer a suggestion for what followed; instead, Madeline ordered the Hunter back to her knees, ordered her to lick up the mess she had made.
Samus Aran did, her tongue pressed against the floor, ass in the air, her own arousal dribbling down her thighs.
“The minus-suit lets her see whatever we want her to see and nothing else,” Melissa said, nodding to herself. “We control her senses, her feelings, everything.”
“It's brilliant work, dear,” Madeline said, and meant every word.
Next, she ordered Samus to crawl over to the pipe that had been firing the vibrators into her. A gooey sludge began to trickle down the tube, down into Samus' mouth. She gobbled it down.
“A vitamin sludge,” giggled the clone. “It tastes like you and me and Damara, and suckling it tickles the pleasure centers of her brain.”
“I think you've broken her,” Madeline said, her voice tinged with awe.
“No, no, not yet.” The clone paused, then ordered Samus back into position. Whimpering, the Hunter curled back on her shoulders, legs up and spread, arms dangling behind her, the minus-suit locking her in place.
The clone asked for Madeline's help in putting the tube back in place, settling it deep inside the Hunter. Madeline caught the madness in the clone's eyes, the sick joy she felt reflected in her creation, and she quickly looked away.
“There's a part of her mind she's keeping locked away,” the clone said, running a fingernail down Samus' inner thigh, from labia to knee. “Once we have that, there will be nothing left of her other than whatever we want her to be.”
“How do you propose to get access?” Madeline asked.
“Damara has an idea,” the clone answered, smiling as she brushed her hair away from her face, fingers lingering on the hair braid that Madeline had given her so long ago. “This was the idea. One-hundred and fifty vibrators were inside her. She started with seventy-five.”
“And now?”
“We'll come back and check on her, see how she's doing after three hundred.”
Samus was pleading, whimpering, crying. Madeline wondered if there was enough of a mind left in the Hunter to know what was coming and to feel the dread of that knowing, but knew it wouldn't matter – if any scrap of such a mind remained, it would not be there for very much longer.
The Hunter had become nothing more than prey.
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Well, that went longer than expected. Good chapter? Bad chapter? Let me know in a review or over on the forums, where I respond to every review (yes, newenglandee, that includes yours). The forum in question is http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/topic/36931-metroid-the-bergman-affair-feedback-comments-and-workshopping/?page=11 for the curious or interested. Next chapter should be up next week. Thank you for your patience, and for reading.
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