Samus vs Adam

Samus Aran had Adam Malkovich tied up in her hold. He looked kind of pathetic like that, with his mouth gagged and his arms bound behind his back. Nothing like the Galactic Federation commander he was supposed to be.

“Adam,” she began, “you deserve this.”

She pointed her butt at him and shook it to emphasize her point. “You tried to make a girl with an ass this fine your subordinate who would just do whatever you said. You practically tried to enslave me to your will, but I’m a strong, independent woman who could never be shackled by someone so weak as you.”

She started twerking her fat ass in front his face. “Look what you’re missing out on because you tried to own me.” Her butt shifted up and down and his eyes helplessly tracked its motion. How could he not look at her juicy plump butt. Chozo genetics had ensured her ass was superior to any other, certainly any other human.

“If you wanted it this bad, you could have just tried to romance me. I’m not so cold-hearted that I’d have rejected you outright. But now the only piece of me you’re getting is an eyeful of ass and an earful of clapping.”

*CLAP*

*CLAP*

*CLAP*

Her cheeks struck against each other right in front of his face. Like a bell being rung by its clapper. And all the while, the music was blasting from the speakers in the walls. It was that same style of pop that had swept the galaxy, with that singer whose voice sounded so much liker Samus’ own.

“I’m a twerk ****. I’ve been ordered to capture Adam Malkovich and deliver him to my space pirate masters so they can brainwash him and turn him into a sleeper agent.”

Adam’s eyes widened. He started to struggle against his bonds with a sudden desperation, but he couldn’t move an inch. Samus had made sure to bind him thoroughly. She wondered why the song had triggered him to act like that. She hadn’t taken him for one of those old codgers who couldn’t get with the times with respect to music. Maybe he just didn’t like the lyrics, but if so, he should just do like her and not listen to them, just enjoying the underlying beat. He could just focus on her ass clapping instead as far as words went.

The song continued.

“I don’t even know I’ve been hypnotized, I’m just that stupid. I can’t even tell I’ve been made into a sex ****. I’m my space pirate masters’ helpless toy who just does whatever they order me to do.”

Maybe Adam would mellow out if he just listened in for once instead of acting all high and mighty and commanding people.

“I think I’m not brainwashed because my masters find it funny for me to still believe I’m free while I’m degrading myself for them. I exist only for their amusement. I talk about how I’m strong and independent and all the while I’m nothing more than a pair of tits and an ass to shake for their pleasure.”

She would never get tired of dancing along to these kind of songs. They were just so catchy and lit a fire inside of her that just had to be expressed by moving. It was a shame that Adam couldn’t enjoy it, but then again, perhaps it was for the best. She didn’t really want him to enjoy his ride anyways, scumbag that he was. He could just sit there nice and pretty while she delivered him to his destination. Some backwater planet had put out a bounty for him, and she was more than happy to take the opportunity to get **** and money at the same time. Ship repairs didn’t pay for themselves, and moral satisfaction was priceless.

“I love that my ex-commander is going to join me in servitude to my masters. I love that my masters used me to betray him, the only man I’ve ever had any feelings for. I love that they’re using my ass to taunt him. I love everything about it.”

Samus closed her eyes and simply luxuriated in the auditory sensory overload as the music blared louder and the words became more harsh. There was still a while left until they reached their destination, but if the music kept the same quality, then she was sure the trip would pass in a shake of an ass.