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Chapter 6 by Mr-Lac Mr-Lac

What happens to Samus now?

Someone captures Samus, having a use for her strength...

The large, brutish woman that had once called herself Samus Aran wandered the empty hallways of the space station with little on her mind. Her feet pounded against the floor with each step she took, lightly shaking the discarded objects strewn about the facility. Her back hunched forward and her arms hung downwards in a Neanderthal-like nature. Her hands were balled up into fists instinctively. The monstrous being had little sense of direction or care for where it was going. It simply kept walking. An idle hand reached towards one of her armpits as she continued down the hall. The armpit was covered in a tufted jungle of messy blonde hair, not unlike the patches of hair covering her arms and legs. Her rough, unkempt fingernails scratched the pit unhurriedly. She brought the hand to her face after a minute of scratching. Her hairy nostrils flared as she smelled the stinking scent coating her fingers. She stuck the two fingers into her mouth and continued unabashed.

After hours of stomping around the facility aimlessly, the beast came across a room full of rows upon rows of small, unfamiliar objects. If the brute was intelligent enough, it would've realized it had just walked in a circle around the station and had returned to the upgrade area. It, of course, didn't realize this. As it began to return to walking, a loud noise echoed in the room. A glowing net wrapped itself quickly around the beast. Its gigantic body was sent plummeting to the floor with a deafening boom. A strange, green creature revealed itself, speaking in an alien tongue. (not that Samus understood English at this point anyhow) The monster struggled with its bindings, its muscles bulging as it strained itself to break free. The net covering the beast produced an electric shock as it continued to fight.

Another shock of electricity jolted through its body. Then another. The creature's struggles subsided as its genitals flared with a pleasurable sensation. Its hand desperately reached for its vagina, held back by constraints. The messy-haired woman rubbed her legs together as she reached her climax. She became soaked in her own juices before finally losing consciousness. Dark smoke billowed from her shocked body. The alien hauled her **** body back to its ship.

What happens next?

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