Samus Gets Back To Business

Samus hummed happily to herself as she moved through her ship, checking and double-checking its systems to make sure that they were all functioning properly. It had been quite a shock, coming back from her latest meeting with the Space Pirates' leadership to find that someone had hacked into her systems and scrambled her records. Her records, the specs of her equipment, even her own job title hadn't been safe! Thankfully, the Space Pirates' best scientists - many of them ex-Federation personnel, funnily enough - had been able to restore everything to its rightful place.

"I'm such a stupid buttslut. I can't work out what's happening to me, no matter how hard I try. I trust the Space Pirates no matter what they say or do."

The soothing sounds of her favourite music washed over her as she went, and Samus couldn't help but marvel at how the hackers had even gone so far as to fake diary entries describing how she'd originally disliked it before it grew on her. As if she'd ever think of this genre - and especially this artist - as anything but the best thing on the airwaves! The way the woman's voice talked down to the listener, her voice just dripping with scorn, made her pussy drip just as much inside of her Zero Suit. Oh, she just loved how her suit clung to her, the material being practically a second skin that left every perfect curve on full display.

"I'm a ditz who can't keep her thoughts on track. I'm so much more effective when Space Pirates order me around. They can't get over how funny it is to hear me talk like I'm still the woman I used to be."

What had she been thinking about? Oh yeah, her meeting with the three Space Pirate leaders. It had just been her, Ridley and Mother Brain, of course. The ex-Chozo AI was looking fucking hot, as always, in the copy of Samus' body that she'd been implanted into, and Ridley was just as handsome and perfect as he always was. The mysterious SA, apparently the one who'd provided the Federation with ultimate proof of Space Pirate superiority - and, it was rumoured, the only woman besides Mother Brain who could take an all-out anal pounding from Ridley and survive - still had yet to attend in person, but she'd been assured that she'd been observing the whole thing.

Ridley had congratulated her on her work convincing the Federation Council that accepting vassalage under the Space Pirates was the best way forward and Mother Brain had challenged her to an hours-long twerk-off that left them both panting and creaming themselves. After that, Ridley had pinned her down and unleashed his full power on her, fucking her so hard and fast that her body had left a shallow indent in the floor while she thanked him for everything he'd done for - and to - her. Finally, she'd been given her latest job; as the galaxy's finest booty hunter, she'd been hired to track down the dozen best asses in the galaxy and 'convince' them to receive experimental Space Pirate ass-enhancement surgery. There'd been something about 'hypno-indoctrination' too, but Samus had carefully tuned those words out - after all, everyone knew that brainwashing wasn't real.

"I've been totally corrupted by the Space Pirate brainwashing. I can't possibly be freed because there's nothing to free, only an oblivious shell and the depraved, ass-obsessed pervert beneath it. I'm addicted to **** my own mind with subliminals and performing experiments on my body to become an even better twerkslave."

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Samus loved what her Zero Suit did to her movements. The way its towering stiletto heels **** her into a hip-swaying strut whenever she walked and gave her ass a little extra boost. The way her cheeks bounced and clapped with the slightest motion thanks to the way it squeezed her body. The way every little detail, from her fat, rock-hard nipples to her plump, puffy pussy, was outlined in obscene detail by the material. The way the smart-sealant slit down the height of her asscrack made it possible for any Space Pirate to just stuff his cock between her cheeks and penetrate her, even as it protected her from all possible environments just as well as the rest of her suit.

"I love how slutty my new suit is. I'm too dumb to realise that my Zero Suit was ever different. I can't stop groping myself through the material whenever I'm not busy doing something else."

Samus sank her fingers into both asscheeks, feeling how they sank into the plush meat, before tensing her glutes and feeling her grip being **** open by her suddenly iron-hard booty. She stopped in a particularly narrow part of the corridor she was in, swinging her hips left and right experimentally and nodding in satisfaction at the shallow dents her ass left in the metal walls. She entered the bridge and looked around, checking that all of the speakers and screens were blasting their pounding music and swirling spirals, before taking a seat on her vibrating, custom-fitted 'command chair' sybian and entering the coordinates of her first target. She was almost hoping that the woman resisted - it had been far too long since she last melted a woman's mind with her twerking and the thought of it was making her heart race.

"I'm the happiest I've ever been. I love being Samus, I love being slutty twerkmeat for Space Pirates. I love being SlamAss, I love being a scheming accomplice for Space Pirates. I love being a loyal **** for Space Pirates. Space Pirates are my masters, Space Pirates own me."