Samus trains with her new body

With the hunter permanently transformed into the Empress, Samus was still ravenously horny from her ascension. A regular workout, however, would be too tame now. No, she wanted to hold onto that addictive feeling of domination. Making one test robot feel helpless aroused her. A hundred bots incapable of withstanding her glory sent shockwaves through her libido.

As Samus entered the training room, she thought of when she crushed a robot with her ass alone. It aroused her with shivers. Her mind thought for a flash of how to defeat her upcoming opponents. Maybe she would flank one and crush it with her tits. Perhaps her thigh would kick one bot head off and press in another. Above all else, she desperately wanted to sit on one, applying more and more pressure as the robot construction gave in to her dominance. However, her horny mind would never be satisfied if she didn't get started. In the meantime, she changed her zero-suit shape once more. Her bikini and thong were replaced in short work with a high crop t-shirt with a boob window forming a triangle from her shoulders to just above her nipples. She might flash someone if she moved the wrong way. It would be a blessing, however. Her body could prey on the lust of anyone she wished to; punishment was a right reserved only for her. Low-rise workout shorts similarly covered her waist with a well-defined camel toe for her satisfaction, and her thighs radiating with deadly beauty.

As the Empress of the station, Samus' nanobots established a neural link between her will and the machinery of her domain. The room cleared itself of workout equipment and armed the walls and floor with blast-proof panels. Finally, it presented to Samus a miniature version of her arm cannon. Samus, however, denied the arm cannon its master and instead punched the floor with all her might. She left a clear imprint of her fist in the surrounding crater. The sultry voice in her mind called out for more damage. It echoed through Samus' mind like a siren, filling her with an alluring warmth that ignited a passionate inferno. Samus summoned the 5 of the strongest security robots at her disposal. Each specialized for a different fighting style, with the durability of an Exelon E.M.M.I. To others, this would appear as an execution. To the ravenously horny Samus Aran, it was how she'd release her pent-up tension.

At once, a blaring horn announced the battle began. Each robot instantly locked onto its voluptuous challenger, momentarily incapacitated by her lust-crazed mind. However, the Empress' glorious chest wouldn't allow any harm to its mistress and absorbed each blast greedily. The knockback sent shockwaves of pleasure and **** through Samus' chest. Brought to attention, Samus started laughing at her challengers before moaning with pleasure. Undeterred, the robots continued their ****. The Empress, however, would never allow herself to be defeated. She jumped into the air with her supreme thighs and angled her massive derriere downwards like a meteor. However, Samus' monumental size was more akin to an asteroid, and as she crashed into a robot the impact obliterated its metallic head and sent seismic waves throughout the room. Her ass was jiggling in every direction it wanted, rippling her thighs like ocean waves. Samus was unharmed and felt utterly invincible. Her thoughts screamed with pleasure and self-satisfaction as she looked down upon the dead robot, its upper body crushed flat into a massive ass-shaped crater.

The remaining combatants charged at their giant opponent, striking the Empress with all their might. The sheer **** of the impacts did little damage, comparable to a toddler hitting their parents' legs. With blistering precision, Samus struck through the head of one robot while throwing it at another. The remaining two robots were faced with the Empress' magnificent bosom, who looked upon them with a lustful psychotic gaze. The first robot to engage was immediately struck with Samus right leg as she kicked upward. Then with a gymnast's grace, she leaped forward with her remaining leg and twirled, her right leg curling like a hook and entrapping the robot between her thighs while she landed on her butt. Samus was certain the robot was quivering with all the fear it was programmed to express. She couldn't see it through her breasts, but her imagination could fill in the rest. The squirming between her thighs began rubbing her pussy, and her legs squeezed together in response. Samus' arousal began to flare again as the robot continued flailing, causing a moan to erupt from her mouth. She began to squeeze harder and harder until the robot finally popped. "Oh, you served your empress well", she spoke. Samus wanted more, especially with an unreleased orgasm. Finally, the final two robots had circled her. If Samus hadn't bloomed into an Empress, she'd be worried. Instead, she stood up and beckoned her attackers. As they charged, Samus grabbed her breasts and lowered her torso to the floor, until she charged forward to imprison one robot, while her butt slammed down on the other robot. She looked upon her captive attacker, struggling to free itself from within her breasts, while her other prisoner similarly squirmed. As the warden of her bodily prison, she began to punish the escapees and began crushing them with glee. Her breasts were **** together to dominate their inmate, while she pressed her butt further into the floor. Being able to see the effect of her attack caused Samus' libido to rise, rubbing her thighs in an attempt to stimulate herself. As her breasts continued their ****, the robot between them looked upon their master, seeing the perverse pleasure she was getting from the onslaught of breast tissue. Before long, another moan escaped her, crescendoing into a scream. "Oh, OoOoh, OOOOHHH YES!" Finally, the robots' mechanical structures gave in and were destroyed. At the same moment, Her Royal Highness finally orgasmed. "AAHH! Ah, aahhh... Since you satisfied your Empress, I will have your bodies repaired." she breathed, recovering from her climax.

The battle wasn't hard, but Samus had fun for more pleasurable reasons. Standing up and wiping off any machinery, the A.I spoke to her. "My Empress, I have not yet completed all your assigned tasks. However, I have finished the modifications to your ship and integrated myself into its computer systems. You appear to have an event coming up. A date with a Federation captain named Gustavo Vonda. If you proceed, the Federation will likely arrest you to claim the database of this station. How will you respond?"

As she glistened with sweat from her battle, Samus began to ponder.