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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 4034:0703
Melissa let out a long moan, her fingers wrapping tightly in Samus Aran's hair.
She stretched, head tilting back, one of her legs wrapping around the former Hunter's head and pressing her tongue in deeper. Two more days with Damara seemed to have finally broken Melissa's sister, and now it was up to her to build her back up and build the family she deserved.
Her mother Madeline was in another room, sleeping fitfully. Her best friend was in the bed with her, beside her, pretty and reclined, snoring softly. And her sister, her pet, slept at her hip and had woken up before her, placing gentle kisses all along Melissa's thighs before suckling at the outer lips of Melissa's core, tongue lapping at the wetness that quiet action caused.
Damara had taught Samus that this what she was to do upon waking – lick one of them into waking and then the other.
Biting her lip, Melissa's hands tightened in her sister's hair as Samus continued to lick, suck, and suckle, long tongue strokes finding their mark, neck craned and pushed deeper into the slick crevice between Melissa's legs. Her cum was quiet, her body curling in around the Hunter and smothering her, and it amused her to look under the blankets at the gasping wreck of a woman between her legs as the throes of orgasm subsided.
Samus Aran's hair was in disarray, the once neat ponytail kept but no longer nearly so tight, her jaw slack and face covered in Melissa's juices. Her cheeks were red and eyes glazed, her breathing jagged and heavy, her body shaking.
“You know what to do,” Melissa tittered. “Know what to do.”
Silent, her pet nodded, dragged herself from Melissa and over to Damara. Connecting with the laboratory's computer, Melissa adjusted the heat in the room to a more comfortable one before pushing the blankets off and propping herself up on one elbow.
The novelty of watching Samus Aran – the great and mighty Hunter – broken and licking her once-rival to another orgasm – would never fade.
Melissa liked to keep Samus constrained, the minus-suit allowing her only snippets of freedom. Her ankles were pressed tightly against the tops of her thighs, her hands pressed flat against her shoulders. This forced her to move on her elbows and knees, the minus-suit keeping her from bruising and helping her stay balanced while also keeping her so bound, forcing her to crawl and robbing her of words while letting every moan and whimper pass her lips.
Samus Aran, Melissa thought, kneading her knuckles into the captive's scalp, nothing more than an animal. An animal.
Now, Samus shuffled over to where Damara lay and started gentle, nibbling her way from Damara's knees towards mid-thigh, licking soft kisses along sensitive skin. Damara's eyes fluttered, she rolling as her head tilted back. Melissa moved in, nibbled along Damaras' neck, and by the time she had pushed off from that delicious length of flesh and the quickened pulse hidden there Samus had started working her tongue along Damara's outer lips.
A long growl throbbed through Damara's throat. Melissa could see it, the small flickers of returned consciousness seeping into her friend while her sister's tongue moved deeper. Prey's golden hair, dirty and tangled, bobbing along Damara's core as Samus licked and suckled and kissed, the fight to wrangle an orgasm from her betters the only war now left to her.
Naked, Damara's back stretched as she came, one hand wrapped in Samus' hair and the other above her head. She screamed, low and ragged, her legs stretched straight as Samus's tongue continued to leave long slick trails of saliva and girl-cum along Damara's thighs and hips.
She was gasping when Damara let her go, hiding her red cheeks and shame beneath her hair, and Melissa could feel the self-loathing from the tattered remains of Prey's dignity when she told Samus that she was a good girl.
Damara reached for her, pulled her in close, their lips meeting and parting, their tongues wrestling as they held one another. Samus, well-trained and broken, licked them both, teased them both as they teased one another, they kissing and holding one another while Prey lapped at their hips.
“Good morning,” Melissa whispered, lips against her best friend's throat. “Morning.”
Damara laughed and returned the sentiment, wrapping Melissa in her arms, and Melissa clung to her feeling safe and loved and wanted. She never wanted that feeling to end and knew that Damara understood in a way that no one else ever could.
They nuzzled one another while Melissa's sister slithered out of the bed, waiting on the floor for them to fully awake. She crawled to where they had left their slippers and picked them up with her mouth, and Damara rested her head on Melissa's breath as they watched the thoroughly broken pet fetch the clothing of her betters.
Melissa watched as Damara stood up and stretched, wrapping her green hair into a ponytail and wrapping herself in a robe before taking her slippers from Samus.
“Go get Melissa's,” Damara commanded, slapping Samus' ass with her slippers as Prey scurried to obey. Melissa used clips to keep their hair from her face and settled them in, grabbing a robe and settling it around her soft shoulders, loving the warmth.
“Thank you, sister,” she tittered, taking the slippers from Samus' mouth and stroking the broken woman's hair. She put them on her feet, watched as Damara circled around the bed and kicked at Samus before offering Melissa a hand up.
Melissa took the hand and stood, the two of them walking side-by-side, the animal in front of them crawling along as best she could. The minus-suit had formed a plug in her ass with a tail that tickled the backs of her thighs as Samus crawled, her toes curling from the sensations she suffered with every step.
Damara had spent most of a day teaching Samus to walk again. Melissa had watched, fascinated, as her sister's normally predatory grace failed her, as she stumbled and fell on her face and chest. The minus-suit kept her from bruising but forced her to feel the impact.
“Stupid girl,” Damara had hissed, grinding her fingers into the whimpering animal's hair. “Left arm, right leg. Right arm, left leg. It's not hard. Try it again.”
Watching how quickly Samus had learned left a smile on Melissa's face. She knew she was smarter than her sister, but she could still feel pride in her pet's accomplishments.
They made it to the kitchen and settled in, Damara making coffee while Samus simpered at her feet. Melissa sliced some fruit, dangled a piece a little out of Samus' reach and teased her with it.
“Beg,” she said, smiling, watching as Samus settled on her knees, spreading her legs to expose her cunt, her arms dangling so that they framed her breasts. She tilted her head back, closed her eyes and opened her mouth, tongue extended.
Melissa moved the edge of the fruit along Samus' lips, letting the slipper fall from her right foot and grinding the top of her foot into Samus' glistening sex. The woman whimpered but held her position, her whines taking on a pleading note.
“When was the last time you fed her?” Melissa asked.
“A couple days ago,” Damara answered, frowning when she caught Melissa's look. “What? The suit keeps her healthy, right?”
“It's not that,” Melissa said. She turned back to Samus, letting her sister lick the fruit but not letting her have it, enjoying her soft pleading moans that spilled past her lips. “Not that.”
“What, then?” Damara asked. “The political stuff?”
“I've got that in hand,” Melissa said. She closed her eyes, letting Samus have the fruit, her mind seeping into what was left of Samus' thoughts as her sister enjoyed the fruit.
There were things she could not explain to others: some telepathic races, like the Vhozon, described an architecture of the mind. The best of them could see outlines, sometimes structures or small blocks, but Melissa had been built by the Chozo.
Everything the Chozo did had some telepathic element. It was how their Chorizo were able to recognize their own, for example, but their most powerful creation had been Mother Brain, an organic computer that had been powerful enough to control entire ecosystems, direct armies from a distance of galaxies.
A copy of Mother Brain resided in Melissa's skull. Because of that, she could see cities, nations, continents in the psyches of other people. It was how she knew people so completely, and it was what allowed her to plan her plans and know that they would work.
It also allowed her to see something small – a house in the continent that had been Samus Aran – that was, as yet, untouched.
She opened her eyes, looking into the glazed and empty eyes of the Hunter.
“There's something in her mind,” Melissa said, frowning. “Something not broken.”
“Want me to take her out for some more training?” Damara asked, a sadistic glint in her eye.
“Oh, yes, but that won't fix this,” Melissa said, considering the animal at her feet. “Give me a second. Would you mind coming over here?”
Damara shrugged, came around with two cups of coffee and set them on the table as Melissa bent down and placed her palms on either side of her sister's face.
What are you hiding from me? Melissa thought, feeling something in the corners of what had been the Hunter smirking at her.
No one is hiding. The words slithered into her mind, coming from the cracks and ruin. The Chozo showed me things you know nothing about, things Mother Brain knew nothing about.
Like what? Melissa thought, feeling a tremor run up along her spine.
… the shaktool over her had lowered red pads onto her ass, one on each cheek. They operated as suction cups, hauling her hips up... on her knees, whimpering, Melissa felt herself slipping away as command after command slammed against her mind from the Kaayes... she opened her mouth to hiss and the circling stalks of the Bormu thrust past her lips, past her tongue, down her throat... her head lolled on her neck, her whole body quivering, eyelids fluttering, vision returning, giving her just enough time to see Draygon prepare to thrust into her again...
... Melissa blinked, whimpering, her eyes locking on Samus' as focus returned there and her own world faded...
… the Kago bound her, lifted her into the air, a mighty buzzing filling her ears as thousands of the spiders added their weaves to the net that bound her... it took a few thrusts for Melissa to recognize the Zoomer's penis for what it was, to understand that the Zoomer was using her face as a masturbatory aid... the Yapping Maw spanked her exposed rump, using the long length of its body like a whip... the Zebesian's clawed hands brazenly explored her, the other five moving in and grasping her, their attentions driving her wild in a way the Kago had only hinted at, their attentions all unwanted yet so very addictive...
... she heard screaming. Her own. Her own body pulled tight, a thousand sensations assaulting her all at once; Samus had a lifetime of experience to help her deal with what was happening, but Melissa had...
… Melissa continued to struggle, her reflexes doing nothing to keep her free as the golden liquid slithered up and around her, tracing every curve, every contour and line... the intrusions within her swelled and began to vibrate, growing in size and movement every second... she lay there, feeling the amber move along her thighs as long tendrils emerged from the Cacatacs' mouths, those tendrils touching her naked flesh and moving behind the protection that covered her, penetrating her... the Zoomers dragged her as she struggled to her knees, grim-faced as she tried to give her arms some slack... it started at the corner of her hips, tickling outward from the line of her hips, the pressure tracing up her belly, along her ribs, circling ever higher... she screamed, feeling the pressure along her hips, the groping slime pressing against her skin and molesting her...
… nothing.
… and there was nothing she could do, no solace to the ache molesting her, and as she fought the Desgeega walked around behind her and kicked her legs apart and she could hear his laughter... her hands clasped behind her, forcing her to present her breasts to him, her open crotch a lewd invitation, her bowed head dehumanizing, depersonizing, reducing her to the toy he treated her as... if she had more than heartbeats to think, if she could think clearly, if she wasn't trapped on her knees and unable to speak and unable to fight...
… every muscle taut, her throat burst from screaming as the experiences came, the rapes, the horror, the utter and unrepentant evil...
… the things inside her sprang to life, driving her to the ground, leaving her writhing and wetting and unable to do anything... the shadows darkened as a claw cut through stone, that single black blade sucking at the light around her... Ridley's tongue snaked around her, tracing her hip, pressing against the sensitive flesh between her legs... it took her a while to remember the concept of words... she'd been so reduced into helplessness...
… she was... she was...
… forehead pressed against the ground, legs curled underneath her, arms limply lying at her sides... bit her lip, keeping her eyes open as every muscle in her body tensed, as a weight settled in her hips and rocked them... she could feel her pleasure leaking down her inner thighs...
… she bucked and twitched as she felt the tightened tail pull at her clit, encircling the organ and claiming it, sucking it into itself... Melissa's hands reached for her lower holes, her fingers trying to force themselves through the plates that kept her imprisoned...
… the goo moved past her open lips and down her throat... Melissa was shivering as she let her arms hang limply at her sides, as she spread her legs and pressed her forehead against the ground... he made her suck her own fluids off his cock, all the while sending spurts of semen down her throat...
… one-hundred and fifty vibrators were inside her... calves hooking around Melissa's head, pushing her deeper, deeper, and deeper still... Melissa continued to lick, suck, and suckle, long tongue strokes finding their mark, drowning in a sea of shame, an endless cycle that reduced her, reduced her, reduced her...
Psychic martial arts.
… the words hammered her, robbed her of breath as the cycle began anew, the shaktool forcing itself into her, everything else happening all at once, as she was reduced and lost.
Somewhere distant, in a world that no longer made sense, Samus Aran was laughing.
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One more chapter in the main story - it's going to be called Samus Aran, and I'll try and have it up this week. Meantime, any comments, questions, or feedback are very much appreciated, and anything given will be responded to here: http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/topic/36931-metroid-the-bergman-affair-feedback-comments-and-workshopping/?page=12 Thanks for reading, hope you're enjoying. We're so very close to done.
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