Samus' Plot Thiccens

Samus sighed happily as the new sound system she'd had installed on her ship switched over to the next song on her personal playlist. Her latest target squirmed and shook in the special chair she used for holding all of her captures, desperately trying to break free of the padded wrist and ankle cuffs she was shackled with. Samus wasn't worried, even she couldn't escape from those restraints, so the woman currently in them had no chance. She'd been irritatingly vocal about being captured, begging Samus not to take her on account of being a Federation scientist, until Samus had fitted her with the standard-issue ball gag she used for all her female targets - and really, what did her status even mean to a heroine like Samus? Federation scientists performed sketchy, sinister and downright evil experiments all the time.

"Stop struggling, it won't help you."

The woman stilled for a moment, then begin to mumble something through her gag.

"It's no use trying to convince me," Samus replied as the low humming if the song's intro continued, "I know all about your work with subliminals. You keep trying to claim that you're working on a counter to some kind of Space Pirate brainwashing, but that kind of technology can just as easily control people for your own ends." The humming was joined by a faint, thumping beat that quickly built into the kind of pounding noise that she loved. "If I weren't such a strong-willed woman, you would have made me your **** when you used it on me."

Samus turned away as the woman started struggling again, facing the wall-filling screen that anyone in the chair would have to look at while restrained. Pink and purple spirals span and pulsed in time with the beat that was currently being blasted from the massive racks of speakers occupying the other three walls. She bent her legs slightly and pushed her ass back towards her prisoner. "Enjoy the show," she told the woman, "you'll be looking at it for the whole trip." She began to bounce and swing her hips, her asscheeks clapping together in time with the beat.

*CLAP*

*CLAP*

*CLAP*

She twerked right in the woman's face, so that every part of her vision that wasn't occupied by the swirling spirals was filled with Samus' body - and especially her ass.

"I'm a twerk ****. I'm so hypnotised I don't even know what reality is anymore. I'm so hypnotised that nothing can break me out of it."

Samus wasn't sure when she'd started to appreciate the lyrics to this style of song enough to stop tuning them out. Maybe it was a bit of vanity, given that the singer sounded exactly like her, or maybe it had just grown on her since she started listening to it all day, every day.

"I'm such an idiot, I don't even care that I can hear the subliminals clearly now. Space Pirates are my masters, Space Pirates own me."

Her prisoner evidently didn't have the same level of good taste, since she started struggling even harder at hearing the lyrics. Samus didn't pay her any attention, except to push her ass back even closer to the woman's face - she'd have hours, at least, to learn to love it.

"I'm a stupid slut for Space Pirates. They think it's funny for me to talk about how I'm a strong-willed, independent woman, so I do. I've done more damage to the Federation since being brainwashed than they ever did before."

Man, this song was really good! Samus could practically feel the beat moving her body for her, making her shake her ass and clap her cheeks like some kind of slut.

"I love twerking for Space Pirates. I love getting my slutty ass fucked by Space Pirates. I let them convert my ship's hold into a brainwashing chamber because I'm a dumb, brainwashed twerk **** who'll do anything they tell me to."

Samus moaned softly as she danced, letting her urge to shake her phat ass run wild. She no longer cared that she had an audience, only that she had a chance to show off what her booty could do and feel great doing it! Her new Zero Suit upgrades helped there, too - not only did they make her much more effective on missions, they made it so much easier to show off her ass.

"I've been **** Federation scientists and brainwashing them for my Space Pirate masters. I'm helping to create subliminal brainwashing that can control the entire galaxy. I love brainwashing innocent people for my Space Pirate masters. The porn I record brainwashes people for my Space Pirate masters."

How many hits would the recording of her dancing get in the first few minutes when she uploaded it? A billion hits? Two billion? Fuck, just thinking about it made her want to shake her slutty twerkmeat even harder! A lesser woman would have gotten totally addicted to this feeling, but she was a strong-willed, independent woman who'd never become a hopeless twerkslut, no matter how good it felt. She moaned louder - though still drowned out by the music - as she squirted in her suit from the feeling of having her dancing recorded. She loved this, just immersing herself in the beat and the lyrics, it was like she could just switch her brain off completely when she wasn't on a mission.

I love being a brainwashed slut so much. I'm too mind-fucked to be cured. Even if the brainwashing were to be removed now, I wouldn't be able to go back. I'll never be anything but a twerk **** for Space Pirates. I love being a brainwashed slut for Space Pirates.