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Pride and Politics	By : HunterOpera Category: +M through R > Metroid Views: 31560 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Two predators in the room. One bound, the other stalking. One a legend, the other a vicious trapmaster. A hunter and a destroyer. Samus shook her head and glared, trying to break free of her bonds, while Salis was well pleased with herself, stepping back and letting the baton trail around the twitching hips of the hunter she and her allies had made prey.
Samus was not doing nearly so well. The role given to her did not suit her and the cold touch of the baton made her twitch, wrestling the occasional involuntary whimper from her throat, past her lips. She snarled, glared, kicking at the passing weapon that had invaded her, degraded her, and still, she was held up and helpless.
“I think this has been a productive start, don't you?” Salis asked, the baton slipping between the firm cheeks of the Hunter's ass. Samus hissed and twitched but so much of the fight had been knocked out of her from the recent affections she had suffered.
Glaring and angry curses were not enough to stop the dripping baton from nestling between her cheeks and the mewling sound that escaped her when the baton pressed up against her rarely-breached backside filled her with fury.
“Don't you?” Salis repeated.
Samus struggled to put together the words she knew her captor wanted to hear.
“Yes,” hissed the Hunter, afraid of further violation but not wanting to give in. She bowed her head, hid her eyes, vowing to play along until she could escape and take her revenge. “Samus thinks this has been a productive start.” Her voice was a quiet rasp but her words were steady, anger flashing below the fear she felt. Her cheeks were still stained by unfamiliar tears, the salt burning her soft flesh.
“Good,” Salis purred, stopping in front of Samus, bringing the baton up across the bound midriff and bound arms and bound chest, past the collar of the straitjacket to the shivering flesh of the Hunter's throat, pushing her head up and holding her in place by pressing the baton into Samus' chin.
“I know you think this is unfair,” Salis said. “It's okay. It's hard for people to accept what their lives become, especially people who think they might have been Samus Aran.” The name was still mocking, cutting the Hunter to the quick.
“I am Samus Aran,” Samus said.
“Maybe you were,” Salis grinned, “but that doesn't matter anymore.”
The warden patted Samus' cheek with the baton, knelt down below the Hunter's feet while tapping some buttons on her forearm. Samus strained to see what the monochrome woman was doing, knowing that the lack of unwanted touching could only herald something so much worse.
And oh, friends, how she would wish she could have kept her ignorance in the days and weeks and months to come.
Salis let her see it, holding up an item for Samus' inspection, and the sight of it made her kick and thrash and try to break free – but the straitjacket held her tight and suspended, her harsh breathing and exhausted legs availing her nothing.
When Salis approached her she tried again but Salis pushed the Hunter's legs aside, stepping closer with the belt.
The massive god-like dildo slipped into her sopping cunt with ease, Samus' eyes going wide as it filled her in ways she never thought possible. Her vision blurred as bowed her head, mouth hanging open and begging in vowels as inch after inch filled her completely.
“No,” whimpered the once-proud Hunter, feeling the other dildo – just as large – press against her ass. “Please.”
To her shock, the pressure against her rarely-breached hole stopped.
“What would you give to not be fucked up the ass by this dildo?” Salis asked.
“Anything,” pleaded Samus.
“Okay, let's make a deal,” Salis grinned, pressing some more buttons. A pipe drifted from the ceiling, hanging in front of the Hunter's face. She stared at it, the dildo on the end, the straps that dangled from it like a promise. “You don't fight when I put that in your mouth and I won't put this dildo in your ass.”
Samus stared at the warden. She had never hated anyone – not even Ridley – as much as she hated her captor in this moment.
The words wouldn't come, but Samus nodded. She thought that would be enough.
Sighing, Salis walked around the Hunter, parted her ass, the pressure returning.
“Wait!” said Samus. “Wait! I agree to your deal! I won't fight you!”
“Say it properly,” Salis said, and Samus' whole body shook as her tight ass began to buckle under the pressure.
It took Samus a moment to fight through the shock and remember what was meant. She bucked wildly, uselessly.
“Samus agrees to not fight her owner when she puts the dildo in her mouth!”
The pressure stopped.
Samus hung her head in shame.
The warden had to find a step ladder, a tool she might have needed anyway given the difference in height between them. Samus tried and couldn't meet the warden's eyes as the dildo was brought to her lips. She swallowed, shaking as her lips parted and the hard rubber cock moved past her teeth, across her tongue, down her throat.
Samus thought she might choke on the hard rubber, but the center was hollowed. It limited her breath, though, weakening her further, and the Hunter found herself trying to figure out the best way to breath as the warden wrapped the dangling straps around her tear-stained cheeks, locking the dildo in place.
“There,” Salis teased, patting Samus' face, “that wasn't so bad, was it?”
At least, Samus thought, she can't expect me to respond like this.
The warden climbed down off the ladder, folded it up and put it away. Samus struggled just to breathe, in and out, the air tasting then sitting hot and heavy in her lungs, the taste of the dildo sweaty and warm against her tongue. It consumed her, her awareness of that dildo, and she found it silenced her completely.
Therefore, friends, her scream was a whisper when the pressure returned to her ass.
“Silly slave girl. You have nothing to bargain with.”
The words brushed along the back of her thighs as the dildo entered her tightest hole, one inch after another. Samus kicked and tried to expel it but Salis seemed more amused than threatened, the Hunter's actions doing more to open herself up to the assault she was suffering than to defend herself.
She was crying again when the dildo stopped, Salis patting her ass gently.
“There, there,” Salis cooed. “All snug.”
The belt that had been pulled tight into her cleft returned, parting her cheeks and her lips, driving both dildos deeper inside of her. Samus felt more than saw the two hoses that ran from the platforms to the monsters inside of her.
“Air and food from the cock in your mouth,” Salis said, stepping back and checking her work. “Waste taken care of from the cocks in your cunt and ass. When we want, not you. And we can clean you out whenever we want, too.”
A single button pressed and Samus felt her belly begin to fill with warm water. Her legs were too tired to do anything other than twitch, dangling useless as the hated warden walked around her with lust in her eyes.
The warden did not mention that Samus' feed would be drugged to keep her weak and unaware of being drugged and also mingled with an added aphrodisiac. It was just as important, she had found, for slaves to think that they were enjoying the sensations inflicted upon them all on their own as feeling weak and helpless.
“So, yes, this has been a productive start,” Salis said, biting her lip as she looked up at the distressed captive. “I'm going to leave you to think about it and gather your wits. Just one more thing...”
With only a shattered echo of comprehension, Samus watched as Salis fetched the ladder, standing now so she could look down on the maybe-Hunter. Samus didn't see the button presses, felt more than saw the soft visor that fell over her ears and eyes. Static flickered, consuming her vision, soft whispers filling her ears.
She didn't know when she was left alone, friends, and how would she?
Left alone to dangle, a prize claimed and a self lost.
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