Bounty Hunting

Samus slowly breathed out and slid a little further forward. She was used to tight places, but this ventilation shaft was something else. Every time she breathed in, she got stuck until she released the air again. Even a morph ball wouldn’t fit through. Also, since her encounters with the dark creatures, she was somehow more aware of the way her body rubbed against everything. She never noticed how much she could feel through her zero suit, especially her private parts, as she dragged them across the not-so smooth surface. It got her a bit flustered.

After every few minutes she reached a vent, allowing her to inspect her surroundings.

Another one of those funky robots, with its outstretched arms and flat head zoomed by. Still no power suit. She wondered if all this was worth it for a moment. Then, silently cursing her chest and ass, started moving again.

After a few annoyingly tight corners, which caused her to practically grind her mound against the metal, she saw the flashing lights for the first time. When she got down to the vent, she saw a small rodent-like creature in a glass tube. On both sides, cables and tubes seemed to input a current running right through the animal’s body. It squealed in pain, causing Samus to immediately forget her not all too unpleasant struggling and squirm out of the shaft.

Again a burst of electricity surged through the poor thing. Samus clicked her paralyzer into plasma whip mode, and smashed the glass. Almost immediately, sirens blasted through the facility.

“So much for stealth,” she mumbled, cradling the shivering critter against her chest. She’d have to fight through if she were to save the creature and her power suit.

Thankfully, the robots weren’t much of a challenge. Most of them fled, and those that did fight her, left ways open to avoid them. After not much of a struggle, she ended up in a room with her power suit locked inside a glass tube. Too late, she realized that there was a reason she got here so easily.

It was a trap.

As soon as the doors closed behind her, she heard the mechanical sounds of power suits around her.

“Do resist,” her own voice said, though decidedly more mean, she thought. “It will be better for you that way.”

“You know I will fight you,” she answered, as the two shadowy copies of herself emerged.

“Of course,” the second dark mirror-image responded. “We know what you like. We are you.”

“No, you’re not.” She laid down the little critter at the base of the glass capsule, and drew her paralyzer. The silhouettes stepped into the light, revealing the obscenely different, yet immensely perfect recreations of herself. Their power suits were more beautiful than practical, without helmets, revealing more than they should. Their raven hair was loose, done in fantastic curls, faces made up, black chest pieces forged to cover only the breasts, but barely. Abdominal muscles and thighs were proudly displayed, and on their metallic underwear thick, shiny tools of pleasure were mounted for all to see.

“But we are you,” the first one grinned a black lipstick smile. “We are you in your deepest, darkest desires. We are what you dream, you little slut.”

The word made her squirm inside. Like hell she would admit it.

They charged her, both at the same time. She hit the first with the paralyzer, sending her squealing to the ground, but the other bashed into her. With the strength of her armor, there was no resisting. She knew where this would lead, and that when she went down that path, there would be no going back.

A metal hand locked around her throat, lifting her like she weighed nothing. She was ashamed to admit the situation hit just the right way to turn her legs to jelly. Even if she would be standing, there would be no running. The other hand, removed from its gauntlet, expertly ran a finger down her body, unzipping the zero suit, revealing her breasts, her stomach and then her pussy. Two fingers stretched her open, embarrassingly wet already, before the black, ridged metal rod entered her.

They were right. She was a little slut. The violent hammering made her weak inside, and however tough she maybe was, none of it remained as her dark mirror fucked her senseless. She gasped when the other one, after rubbing against her wet thighs to get ready, slid all the way into her ass, already on the verge of a leg-shaking orgasm, pushing her irrevocably over the edge.

“You are ours,” they said. “You will do as we say.”

She had to resist, but she couldn’t. She felt too good, having given up all control, all autonomy to her dark urges. She had had her third orgasm when she began to fade. The slapping of steel against flesh had taken over her mind as she heard a high-pitched squealing and saw a bolt of lighting shoot through her assailant’s temple. For a moment the eyes lit up, and the face fell apart into the dark, purplish goop that made up all of the strange army she’d been fighting.

Both of them evacuated her, letting her slump unto the floor, still dazed by the experience. She would have taken a nap right there, had she not seen a familiar silhouette of a particularly nasty space pirate appear.