Corruption of Samus Aran - ch.5

 Author's Note: Hey, this story's still alive! Just in case anyone was wondering, the reason it takes so long is because the same client juggles both this and the renewed Super Squish Sisters, so it takes two cycles to get one of these done. Still, with some other things out of the way I'm hoping that the schedules these get finished on start to speed up a little bit, with faster output and (hopefully) slightly shorter chapters.

Anyway, here's chapter four! The rest of it is on Hentai-Foundry, here, but I'll be uploading all new chapters to Patreon first. Happy fapping!

[futa/futa/F] [anal] [DAP] [dom/sub] [F-to-futa] [orgasm denial]

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A sliver of light beamed into the cell as the door opened, just a crack at first, making sure everything was as it was supposed to be before opening all the way. That light -- a dull, pale shade of white that was almost purple -- beamed down on two squirming, hogtied figures, both naked, both whimpering around their ball-gags as they plead for some kind of relief.

Pleading, or any other sign of weakness, wasn’t traditionally something Samus Aran considered herself to be in the business of. There was no denying, though, that things had changed considerably with the addition of the symbiote to her physiology. It gave its own impulses and had its own desires, was able to affect and control Samus both mentally and physically. Phalla, of course, had the same problems... except that she was even less resilient against that control.

Samus blinked her eyes as a shadow loomed in the doorway, unable to distinguish any details in the flickering light. Her head ached, swimming with something akin to withdrawal, the symbiote now expressing its displeasure with a sensation akin to pain after so long without release. Nonetheless, she forced herself to think. Where was she, and how had she gotten here, her throbbing cock tied against her, squished between her boobs. Who knew how long it had been hard.

Her plan had worked, not that it had been all that complex of one. She’d gotten Phalla on her side, and together, the two of them had gotten back on board the Twin Needle and made their way into space. That much was flooding back into her mind pretty quickly. They’d left Gandrayda behind to create a new empire -- hopefully one with an arcade or something, next time -- and shot off into the galaxy. Navigating from Driandrex would have been a breeze, effortless for a pilot as skilled as Samus Aran, even for once as experienced as Phalla. But when both of the ship’s pilots were frantically riding each other’s cocks, pump after pump of hot cum shooting into each other’s asses so much and so hard that it splurted free of them and coated the nav console, well... that was another story. Once again, the symbiote had gotten Samus into... quite a pickle.

But what had happened then? How was she here? Where was here?

The pirate ship, that was right. The tractor beam that had steadied their course. She’d thought it was a godsend, with what little mental capacity she could dedicate to the situation. It hadn’t been. Taken onboard, the Twin Needle had been docked and the two sweaty, moaning, cum-drenched “lovers” had been thoroughly tied up, stripped down, and tossed in a cell for processing. Samus couldn’t remember much after that... it felt like a blur. White lights, vigorous cleaning and sanitizing that had been repeated again and again before the pirates finally realized that neither of their captives were going to stop cumming on themselves and each other.

The shape, the silhouette in the doorway, Samus now knew, was the captain of the ship, a alien pirate that bordered on barbaric, leading the bounty hunter to wonder how she’d ever even come about space travel in the first place. The prospect of her and her crew having the sheer brute force to overcome a spacefaring organization with a vessel of this size was terrifying in itself. “You are... Samous Ah-ran.”

“Mmmphh,” Samus growled through her gag, looking up at the silhouette through squinted eyes. Beside her, Phalla squirmed and let out muffled sounds of her own, equally indistinguishable. The woman walked in slowly, cautious but firm, and Samus’s eyes adjusted to the difference in the lighting to get a better look at her captor. She was tall, well-built, dressed in a minimalistically-designed ensemble of fur and leather scraps, most of them looking like they were taken from exotic creatures and aliens, some of which Samus didn’t even recognize. The necklace of metroid teeth, however, sent a very clear signal.

Sporting yellowish-green skin, a flowing, crimson mohawk, and two longish tentacles cresting just above each pointed ear, she was certainly a specimen to behold, visibly exotic and primal and with an expanse of cleavage so generous Samus could see the edge of the woman’s emerald areola. “My girls tell me many things of you, Samous. Great warrior, great hunter, feared across the galaxy.” The woman knelt down in front of Samus, tilting her to the side slightly so that the blonde lay on her back, knees bound to her middle and her cock throbbing angrily, a trickle of precum leaking from it from something having someone come near her. “Me, I never hear of you.”

“Mmmph!” Samus protested. This conversation was starting to feel really one-sided and that was a bad way to communicate.

The captain snarled softly, an almost catlike, predatory sound that came as much from her short nose as it did from her chest. Reaching out, she freed the ball-gag from Samus’s mouth, letting her gasp for air for just a moment before speaking again. “Talk, yellow-hair hunter.”

“It’s Samus, idiot. Not Samous. Samus Aran.”

“I accept your rude greeting, Samus Aran,” the captain said, her thin brows furrowing as she offered an acknowledging nod. “I am Keya-o, Queen-Captain of the Zebes Fang. Tell me of your blue friend, who shares your sickness.”

“Her name’s Phalla,” Samus grumbled, glancing over to the other hogtied woman, who simply whined and spluttered in her general direction. While it was nice to have the gag out, Samus’s own muscles ached from being bound -- and constantly rioting in the back of her mind was the symbiote, screaming for something that Samus currently didn’t have the power to give it. “And it’s not a sickness, it’s a--”

“The two of you sweat and groan and shame yourselves. Your are too weak for your sickness.” Keya-o nodded again, as if silently agreeing with her own self, squatting more fully in front of Samus. “I will take this sickness from you. I will wield your spears with the power they deserve.”

“Fortunately for you, that’s incredibly easy to do,” Samus grunted. “I’m not sure you can take it, but you can definitely get some of your own. Get me out of these ropes, and I’ll show you all about how it works.”

The Queen-Captain tilted her head, leaning in to trace one fingertip lightly along Samus’s inner thigh, then caressing one swollen, aching testicle before smiling. “You are in no position to bargain, yellow-hair hunter.”

“That... may be true, but--nnnnh...~” Samus shuddered hard at that delicate touch, a little splurt of precum trickling from the tip of her throbbing dick and pooling between her breasts.

“You tell me how to gain your... gift. Then maybe I grant you release. If not, I can ask your blue friend,” Keya-o grinned widely, glancing over to Phalla who was already nodding eagerly to the best of her ability. “I am sure she gives in much more easily. You see? Already she wants to tell her queen of your secrets.”

Samus exhaled through her nose, glaring daggers for a moment at Phalla before turning back to the captain. Keya-o was right, she wasn’t holding any of the cards in this situation. She had no bargaining clout and no footing. Her best option was to comply. “It’s transmitted anally,” the bounty hunter relented. That was her best bet, anyway -- Gandrayda had typically used the spores of the parasite directly, but if the parasite didn’t spread sexually, then there wouldn’t be any reason for the enormous, pulsating shaft that was currently tied to Samus’s stomach. It was the best answer she had.

The pirate woman arched her brow, glancing from Samus to Phalla, who nodded in confirmation. She seemed to digest the information, weighing whether or not she found it truthful, and then popped the ball-gag back into Samus’s mouth, fastening it back tight. “Very well. Anally it is.” Keya-o stood up, snapping her fingers and causing two other pirates to come in from outside the door -- both female, and quite lovely, though a bit slimmer than their captain. Neither appeared to be of the same species, either, one of them sporting a full head of red, tendril-like hair atop pink skin and a noseless face, while the other was almost indistinguishable for a human but for her large, dark eyes and small feelers at her temples.

“Zi’a-ku nan shuuz?” the first pirate trilled at her captain, looking from Keya-o to the two bound prisoners.

“Shu-zak ‘al,” Keya-o replied, nodding, then grinning down at her two prisoners. “Unbind their spears. I want them straight up, then tied together. See that neither finds fulfillment until their sickness belongs to Keya-o.”

The two pirate girls set to their instructions immediately, dragging Phalla over to Samus while both women squirmed and struggled to muffle out weak protests. They were completely immobilized, however, and any attempt at struggle seemed completely pointless -- Samus herself lacking even her zero suit as a source of last resorts. As instructed, the two of them were pressed against each other so that their bound thighs intertwined, their rigid girlcocks being freed and then aligned next to each other before another length of softer rope was fastened tightly around them, making the already swollen rods throb with cut off urgency.

“Du’aa, are you... sure you want them both, captain? Is not one enough?”

“You dare question your queen?” Keya-o snapped at her underling, causing the tendril-haired pirate to flinch. “I take no risks, this day. Not until their sickness belongs to me.” Licking her lips in anticipation, the queen-captain took only a moment to admire the handiwork of her crewmates and the challenge before her, unclasping her barbarically simple top and tossing it aside to reveal an impressive set of breasts, then shimmying out of her matching bottoms, something that resembled little more than a spacefarer’s loincloth. Her sex was narrow and smooth, looking like it saw very little use -- fortunately for her, the alien warlord’s propensity for backdoor roughhousing would do her a great deal of good, today.

Roughly fondling one of Phalla’s heaving breasts, Keya-o slowly lowered herself onto the twinned column of pound, pulsing girlcocks, wincing as she felt the two tips press against the opening of her anus. Her two “helpers,” the other alien pirates, didn’t need to be told when it was their turn to perform, and immediately knelt on either side of their queen to apply their tongues to the entire situation -- the precum that Samus and Phalla provided offered a great deal of lubrication on its own, but a judicious amount of gentle licking and slurping at the flush crowns of their cocks didn’t hurt in the slightest, getting the area more and more messy and slippery as Keya-o slowly lowered her weight down onto the two stiff pillars of sensitive flesh.

Keya-o did her best to withhold a wince of discomfort as she lowered herself down a little farther. She’d been known among her crew for having some... focused, tastes, but this was a more considerable stretch than even she was up for, lacking the increased elasticity that the symbiote itself provided. Taking two cocks in the same hole was tough enough as it was, but when they had the sheer size of these two, it became a new challenge altogether. The captain tried to bluster her way through her moment of doubt by shooting a glare at one of the other pirate girls, then exhaled, and tried once more -- letting out a husky, diminished sound somewhere between a groan and a whine when she finally felt the two hot, spongey tips of those huge things push past her anal ring. They were both inside her now, and while it had been tough, there was no turning back... though a big part of her was now starting to think that taking turns might have been a far easier way to ensure that the parasite “caught.”

“Nnnghh...” the captain groaned out, clenching her teeth tightly and letting out a few shallow breaths. Were she alone, had she not brought two pirates into the cell to bear witness to her own strength, she might have reconsidered her option to take both at once, recoiled, tackled the situation once more from another angle. But to do that now, while they looked on and tried to assist her, would be a clear show of weakness. Unacceptable. For better or for worse, she had to move on with her selected choice of action.

Keya-o bit her lower lip hard as she sunk down a bit deeper, feeling those two huge columns stretch her out and fill her up, both so hot and hard as they slid into her, making her quiver and try not to squeal. To say it felt entirely bad would be quite the lie -- not to mention the feeling of perverse glee she got from watching the two bound, gagged beauties squirming and whining beneath her -- but fuck, it was difficult to take them both. She tried to focus on the goal. Focus on attaining their powers. She’d taken a considerable interest in those two enormous cocks ever since the Zebes Fang had abducted the two of them, and now she finally had the chance she needed to claim that power for her own. With the ability to fuck her own crew, her dominance would be assured, uncontestable. She tried to keep that dominant spirit intact as she lowered herself down farther, harder, starting to take up a cautious rhythm as she bounced up and down on the trussed pair of shafts, turning her own asshole into a two-handed popsicle.

For Samus, everything was a lot more simple -- no conflict, no thought, no choice, she let out muffled screams around her gag as she writhed, to the best of her ability, on the cold cell floor. After this much denial, there barely was a Samus Aran anymore. There was the symbiote, a gnawing presence of sexual hunger that never let up. Right now, it was worse than ever, absolutely raging inside of her as she was intensely pleasured without any chance of release. The cord tied tightly around her and Phalla’s cocks did its job well in preventing either of them from cumming, but despite that denial, the sensations were all still there, all as intense as a burst of fireworks going off inside of her.

She could feel Phalla’s cock across from hers, grinding back and forth, hot, pulsing, stiff yet soft, squeezing against Samus’s own with every clench and quiver of Keya-o’s tight back entrance. Then, of course, there was that -- the Queen-Captain herself hopping up and down on the two bound columns with increasing vigor, her tight, slippery entrance dragging up and down both shafts, swallowing them before freeing them, only to gulp them back inside once more.

The captain’s breasts now bounced impressively with each rough downward pump, acclimating a little to the size inside of her and getting more and more restless as what had previously been only discomfort was now beginning to translate more intensely into pleasure. She let out an almost bestial roar of what may have been triumph or ecstasy, but was interpreted by the other two pirates as a call to arms -- both of the other girls crawled forward into Keya-o’s lap, pleasantly straddling Samus and Phalla’s prone, hogtied figures to gently lock their lips around the captain’s nipples, each taking one into her mouth and suckling firmly. The two of them were beginning to grow wet as well, but both knew not to act on that. They were here to aid, and to aid only. Any other initiative may anger, and consequently risk the punishment of, their leader.

“Mmmphhh...!” Phalla whimpered desperately from her position on the floor, trying to squeeze her thighs together but only serving to hurt her legs a little. The sex she was fine with, but the cords... fuck! If she’d known how terrible being cut off like this was, she wouldn’t have been quite so quick (or at least not quite so gleefully ready) to do it to Samus. The symbiote pushed back against every part of her mind, needing to explode out of her, needing to cum so that it could spread its dark plague. It hurt, her sack tightening and aching against her, and unlike Samus, she didn’t have the slightest shred of self-restraint to aid in resisting the parasite’s desires.

Keya-o screamed out now, clenching her teeth tightly together, closing her eyes, her head echoing with the sweet, sticky slurping of her own anus dragging up and down on those two shafts, now stretched into a lewd oval from being doubly-penetrated, taking more inside of her than she should have ever attempted and beating her tight hole into shape like a blacksmith at a piece of steel.

But, even as she continued to pound her firm backside down into the laps of the two bound beauties, she couldn’t help but feel a lack of... well, any change. Was she doing something wrong? Keya-o was skilled at detecting a lie -- something that had served her well in the past -- and as far as she could tell, Samus had very much been telling the truth when she said the sickness was transmitted anally. She’d even gone so far as to take both at once, but it didn’t seem to be catching. Maybe she was....

No. It seemed obvious now. She blamed the fuddling of her mind, the excess of sensation pouring through her mind as she now hugged the two other pirates’ heads to her breasts, nipples stiffening and extending in their mouths. It made perfect sense. The prisoners needed to cum inside of her. It was the essence of their cocks, not the cocks themselves, that would spread the power to Keya-o.

Shifting down slightly and letting out a low, quiet groan as she did, the captain pulled gently at the knots that were keeping Samus and Phalla’s shafts bound, the same cords that were preventing the two women from ejaculating. Something told her, the instant she did it, that she’d be opening the floodgates -- and she was, of course, correct. While the snug grip of her own back passage kept the two girlcocks together and embedded within her ass, the removal of the cord immediately heralded the peaking of the muffled screams coming from the two nude, bound women beneath her.

Their climax was immediate, noisy, unbelievably messy. Screams were choked back from their matching gags, but the rush of spunk that emptied out of their two throbbing dicks was enough to do more than just fill Keya-o. Pump after pump from both ends shot into her, mixing and swirling as their bolts mixed and coalesced, splurting upward until the Queen-Captain could feel her stomach begin to ache with it. Only then did the incessant wave of further spurts continue to gush forth and blast out of her, squirting out of the alien pirate’s overstuffed asshole in thick, ropey globs that latticed across both Samus and Phalla, creating creamy rivulets of sticky whiteness that cascaded over their skin and trickled between their breasts.

Keya-o’s eyes widened as she was pumped so full that her body was unable to hold the excess, her anus tightening and spasming around the two gigantic pillars as a ferocious climax of her own shook through her body to her very core, her soft, heavy breasts jiggling to the point of vibrating from every sharp twitch and squeal, though her two underlings were determined to stay attached to each one. This, now, she could feel it -- pure, complete, being directly filled by so much infected cum. It was... intoxicating, almost heavenly, her eyes continuing to stare blankly forward as her mouth opened in a silent, intense scream of pleasure.

Finally, a slow breath left the captain’s lips as she slumped backwards, catching herself with one hand and lacking the energy to try to pull herself off of the two columns of flesh she was impaled on. “That...” she paused, unable to come up with any words to actually express herself, unsure of how she was even feeling. Satisfied, intensely satisfied, that was it. Her ass tingled and burbled as rivulets of cum continued to ooze out of it, little aftershocks of pleasure continuing to make her shudder and spasm from time to time. “That was... good,” she finally said lamely, wincing as she attempted to sit up, sliding up and off of the two thick cocks, still rock hard and ready for a second round that Keya-o herself was in no way prepared for.

“Mmph,” Samus grumped, panting heavily around her gag, little streams of drool trailing down from her lips as she wiggled fruitlessly. She squirmed a bit more as the captain pulled away, not yet satisfied, trying to rub herself back against Phalla but unable to get a decent angle to do so without being connected to her. “MMmphh!!”

“Tie them again, and separate them,” Keya-o grunted, still breathing a little heavily herself as she brought herself back up to her feet with weak knees, the pink-skinned pirate girl helping her a little before being pushed away. “Feed them, if you insist. I’ll decide what to do with them once... one the sickness takes hold. Once their power is mine.”

“Mmnrrrmm,” Samus groaned, shimmying helplessly from side to side as her knots were tightened and she was dragged to the other side of the cell -- and a cord was once again fastened around the base of her cock, letting that intense ache to start building up once again. Even after that massive releasal, the symbiote wouldn’t stop, didn’t want to stop. This had not been part of her plan to escape captivity and go on a sexual rampage. This was nothing like that.

Phalla whimpered weakly in the other corner of the cell, whining in desperation as she, too, was bound, and the door to the cell was shut. Now all the two of them had to do was to look at one another; pitious at first, before the two of them started to be slowly drawn into each other’s bound figures, swollen breasts heaving, cocks throbbing anxiously, being forced to watch one another’s sexual suffering until their own arousal grew and grew, creating a vicious loop that may not ever end....

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“Yes... yesss...” Keya-o purred as she squirmed atop the lavish collection of furs and cloths that made up her bed, her own personal harem of unclad, nubile alien teens caressing lightly across her soft skin, watching as the transformation began to take place. The Queen-Captain had repeatedly almost fallen into sleep as the impending infection attempted to make her dormant, but she insisted on staying awake. Needed to stay alert until she could feel the transformation, see it.

Her own change had been faster than Samus’s or even Phalla’s, that thick spunk still swimming inside of her, taking hold, taking form, taking root... then integrating with Keya-o’s physiology, and starting to grow. Starting to form a tremendously massive, golden girlcock that the world would come to fear.

“It’s beautiful, my queen,” one of her younger wives purred, trailing her tongue slowly along the side of the new appendage, up, up, until she could finally kiss the tip of it. Normally, speaking out of turn in such a way would earn some type of punishment for Keya-o... but in this particular case, there was nothing she could do but agree.