Hunter, Slave
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Category:
+M through R › Metroid
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
11,528
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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Hunter, Slave
Well, let's see how this goes. I'll be posting more later, obviously. This is really just a teaser of things to come. Not entirely sure why I'm writing this fic, but hey.
Samus Aran knelt naked in the center of the room, hands clasped behind her back, knees slightly spread. Her position pushed her breasts out, but her eyes were kept focused on a spot between her knees.
“You’re late, Samus.” A cold female voice pierced the silence from somewhere to the naked blonde’s left.
“Kelly, I told, you. I was on a mission and…Ah!” The whip cracked against Samus’ left breast, landing square on her nipple and eliciting a cry of pain.
“You know what to call me, Samus.” The impatient voice came from a dark-haired, woman, clad in a typical black dominatrix outfit, standing to Samus’ left. “Well?”
“My apologies, mistress.” How did she let that slip? Samus let out a slight sigh.
“As I was saying, you’re late. I gave you a specific time to be here.”
“I know, mistress. My mission took longer than expected.” The hunter gasped as the whip struck her other breasts.
“No excuses, slave. I gave you orders, I expected you to carry them out. I’m disappointed in you.” Kelly’s tone came cold and biting, and she fiddled with her whip while she spoke.
“But mistress… ah!” The whip curved across both her breasts.
“I told you no excuses. You’ve been a bad girl. You know what that means. Beg for it.” A small smirk crept onto the black-haired woman’s face. Oh, she was so enjoying this.
“I require punishment, mistress.” Samus stared straight down. She too enjoyed this, or she wouldn’t be here. She flinched slightly when she heard her mistress sigh.
“Not good enough, slave.” The reprimand was unsurprising to Samus.
“Please, mistress. Punish your slave for her crimes. She is a horrid girl who deserves far more than you will give her.” The hunter squeezed her eyes shut. This was so very humiliating. Her crotch almost dripped with excitement.
“Better. Come, slave.” No more instructions were needed; Samus knew what to do. Shifting forward, she followed her mistress on all fours, both dreading and excitedly anticipating what would come next.
To be continued...
Samus Aran knelt naked in the center of the room, hands clasped behind her back, knees slightly spread. Her position pushed her breasts out, but her eyes were kept focused on a spot between her knees.
“You’re late, Samus.” A cold female voice pierced the silence from somewhere to the naked blonde’s left.
“Kelly, I told, you. I was on a mission and…Ah!” The whip cracked against Samus’ left breast, landing square on her nipple and eliciting a cry of pain.
“You know what to call me, Samus.” The impatient voice came from a dark-haired, woman, clad in a typical black dominatrix outfit, standing to Samus’ left. “Well?”
“My apologies, mistress.” How did she let that slip? Samus let out a slight sigh.
“As I was saying, you’re late. I gave you a specific time to be here.”
“I know, mistress. My mission took longer than expected.” The hunter gasped as the whip struck her other breasts.
“No excuses, slave. I gave you orders, I expected you to carry them out. I’m disappointed in you.” Kelly’s tone came cold and biting, and she fiddled with her whip while she spoke.
“But mistress… ah!” The whip curved across both her breasts.
“I told you no excuses. You’ve been a bad girl. You know what that means. Beg for it.” A small smirk crept onto the black-haired woman’s face. Oh, she was so enjoying this.
“I require punishment, mistress.” Samus stared straight down. She too enjoyed this, or she wouldn’t be here. She flinched slightly when she heard her mistress sigh.
“Not good enough, slave.” The reprimand was unsurprising to Samus.
“Please, mistress. Punish your slave for her crimes. She is a horrid girl who deserves far more than you will give her.” The hunter squeezed her eyes shut. This was so very humiliating. Her crotch almost dripped with excitement.
“Better. Come, slave.” No more instructions were needed; Samus knew what to do. Shifting forward, she followed her mistress on all fours, both dreading and excitedly anticipating what would come next.
To be continued...