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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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Bottleship N-7, GFDate 4034:0212
Anthony Higgs limped into the command chamber of the wrecked bottleship. A quick glance told him all he need to know about the efficiency of damage done. Only four single persons that he knew of could have dealt this level of destruction against a heavily armed and armored opposing force in so short a time – Ridley, Brannigan, Samus and Sylux.
It was the latter that had done all of this, a Hunter commonly thought to be on par or close to the skills of Samus Aran herself. Sylux was well known for his hatred of both the Federation and the Zebesians, hiring himself out to peoples that shared his hatred and executing members of both parties with extreme prejudice. Aside from the mass murder he'd committed here, he'd also damaged the ship's batteries in a very clever way – recharging them was no longer possible, but replacing them had a good chance of causing the ship to explode.
Everything was dying. The lights were beginning to dim, life support humming along regretfully. The security feeds were grainy and mostly corrupt, the few surviving images only confirming what the Federation already knew. Some loyalists of Colonel Sakamoto had tried to set up another base of operations here. They'd kidnapped Madeline Bergman and brought her here to continue her experiments. Sylux had broken in and kidnapped the Colonel, who was supposed to be under court martial. After Sylux left, the scientists had gone back to work until Sylux had returned, killed them all, and claimed Madeline as well.
“My favorite part of this,” Anthony muttered to Chairman Keaton, “is how absolutely no one cares about Sakamoto. Look, they all get out of his way and just let Sylux take him.”
“Did you expect them to try and fight the bounty hunter?” Keaton asked. The question was rhetorical and Anthony wisely ignored it. “Were there any survivors?”
“I've got Captain Dare looking in the lower decks, but I doubt it,” Anthony said. “And I gotta level with you, sir, if Sylux comes back here I'm pulling out.”
“A wise decision.” Keaton rubbed his temples, closed his eyes and sighed. “I don't have time to review the footage. What happened?”
“Sylux pretty much did what Samus did back at A-47, only without her compassion,” Anthony said, turning to look at what footage they'd recovered. “Slaughtered everything in sight. No apparent survivors other than the people he took. The first time he was contemptuous, the second time thorough.”
“You sound like you've met him.”
“Know how you can tell I haven't?”
“No.”
“I'm still alive.” Anthony swallowed. “The only reason we have any footage at all is because the records were backed up twice.”
“You say Samus did this same think on A-47...?” Keaton said. Anthony looked at the image of the small blue alien, saw the uncertainty in his eyes.
“Don't reference that goddamn piece of shit debriefing Sakamoto gave you,” Anthony spat. “They were working on anti-Chozo stuff along with reverse engineering Zebesian bio-tech. Adam spent the whole damn time trying to turn off the signals that were crippling Samus' armor. That whole thing where she freaked out over the Ridley clone and Adam shooting her? Bullshit. She saved pretty much all of us when James went bad and tried to kill us all.”
“And yet you, her, and Madeline were the only survivors.”
“Things were bad there, sir.” Anthony paused, checked another incoming signal. “Dare found something. A data vault. He wants to know if he should try and access it.”
“Do we know what's in it?”
“A detailed record of every experiment done on this ship and back on A-47, apparently,” Anthony frowned. “I gotta level, sir, this place is falling apart. We've got another six hours of power, tops, and once that's gone that data is lost.”
“Computer's hooked into the ship, yes,” the little Sazin sighed, opening his eyes. “Fine. Get him to hack it, copy the data. I want to make sure we get Sakamoto sent to one of my people's prisons and we'll need some pretty concrete information to prosecute with.”
“Bastard doesn't deserve a trial.”
“He'll get one anyway.”
Anthony shrugged and belayed the order. Dare brought in one of his little hacker buddies to do the deed, the man cutting through the electronic lock with a skill Anthony hadn't seen since Platoon 07 had been alive and well. Things seemed to be going smoothly enough until the very end – the hacker seemed to panic, typing furiously before faltering and staggering back. He turned to Dare, said something in a shaky voice, and Dare's pale features went paler still.
“What is it?” Keaton asked. Anthony read the message Dare had just sent him, felt himself shaking as the words set in.
“T-the details of the experiments done here and on A-47,” Anthony said, licking his lips. “They've, uh, they were just uploaded into the public domain.” Keaton's eyes went wide, both mouths releasing rapid streams of curses in differing tongues.

Planet YS7-23, GFDate ????:????
She was still – kneel – on her knees, her arms lying limp by her sides. She shook sometimes, feeling the pleasure of her obedience, gasping with the joy of it. Shadows in the water let her know the eyes were still there, still commanding her. They left at some point and still she did not move. They had not – obey – told her to. She could be – good – good.
A soft moan brushed past her lips, another gentle orgasm suffusing her.
The balls bounced beside her, feasting on minnows before bouncing away. She blinked as they went past. Thought began to return to her. Her name was Samus Aran. She was a bounty hunter, a distinguished hero in the Kriken and Zebesian Wars. She struggled to move her arms against the hypnotic suggestions that had been planted in her.
She was covered in sweat. The effort of disobedience was taking so very much out of her, but she managed. The smile that had been on her face for... how long have I been like this? She grimaced, pushed herself up to her hands and knees, seething. Her gun was five feet away from her. She looked past the canopy, saw that morning was fresh. The eye things had stolen at least a day from her.
Water splashed onto the backs of her thighs. She felt something heavy impact the back of her neck and she was driven down into the water. She struggled, fearing another shaktool assault, but this was something else.
Two balls had landed, close enough to claim her. The first was using its two forearms to grasp around her thighs, pulling itself closer to her core. The other one had grasped her neck, was pulling her face closer to itself. The gun was four feet away. She grit her teeth, ass in the air, pressed her palms – lose – against black stone.
Forearms tightened around her as she cried out, trying to move, reaching for her weapon. Two stalks rose out of the one close to her face, circling around her cheeks, pulling her down, closer. She opened her mouth to hiss and the circling stalks thrust past her lips, past her tongue, down her throat. Too rubbery to bite through, too thick to ignore. Her cheeks flushed, the taste of its viscosity seeping into her tongue. She pushed up, tried to – lose – escape.
The one between her thighs pulled itself closer to her raised ass and she felt stalks caress her inner thighs, moving closer to her folds, opening them and entering her. She gasped, letting the stalks in her mouth in further as those slipping into her netherlips pushed further and further into her, in and out, two twin lines moving at different speeds and brushing her most sensitive nerves in ways she would have never thought possible.
She was reduced to a language of moans even as she reached for the gun, her fingers sliding on the metal without her ever being able to claim it. She flopped down, limp, claimed utterly by these two unwanted lovers, they thrusting into her from each end. She wanted to – obey – scream, but the stalks in her mouth were playing with her tongue, molesting her in ways she never would have dreamed of. There was nothing she could do to stop them.
They began ejaculating into her at the same time, the one in her mouth and the one in her bottom, and she writhed at the taste of their sweet cum. One stalk massaged her throat, forcing her to swallow, while the other let its pleasure dribble down her legs. She writhed, hips rocking, taken to the edge but not allowed to cum herself.
Both of them moved away from her, rolling into balls and abandoning her. She felt another couple of splashes, knew what was coming – obey – lose – obey – for her.
She spun, lashed out with a knee, caught the second ball to land between her legs away. The one near her head she grasped with one hand, her other a fist she drove into it's soft underbelly, shattering its ribs. She reached for her gun, shot a third and forth as they came for her.
Two not-fruit flew down from the branches above her, staring down at her. She could feel them trying to penetrate her mind again, but this time she was ready. She stood, lifted the gun, took aim and fired.

Planet YS7-23, GFDate 4034:0212
“Well, that was fun while it lasted,” Melissa tittered. “Yes. That was fun.” She made him watch as Samus trampled around a small circular area, killing everything she came across before retreating to the place she had been taken and curling into a ball, rocking back and forth as she brought herself off.
“She's going to have to go to the caves now.” Melissa's smile was a terrible thing. He remembered the entrance to the caves, the atrocity she had left there. She saw his reaction, her smile growing. “I see you remember. Good. Great. Wonderful.”
“It's so silly, the way you all try to conquer with force,” Melissa said, her hand tracing idle patterns on his bare back. He twitched, tried to stand, knew he couldn't. “Force is always met by force. But none of you know what to do with pleasure, do you?
“That's why I'm going to win. Mother Brain didn't understand that, but we can forgive her. She lacked a body until the very end. I have a body and I understand. You conquer with pleasure and no one tries to stop you. Just you watch...”
She cradled his face with his hands, brought him to a kneeling position before her, pulled the gag from his lips. When she slipped her pants down her legs he knew what she wanted. He remembered he had once tried to kill her but now, his tongue between her thighs, killing was the furthest thing from what was left of his mind.
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