(Full) Victim box 49: Interrogating the Space Hunter (Patreon)

context edited by Kivater, big thanks

The bounty hunter Samus, know for being pretty efficient doing her job, this time accepted a stealth and infiltration commission; she had to retrieve some sensitive documents that were stolen from a Federation Force Installation. Despite its large size, it seemed that security was minimal.

Upon entering the facility, the mission proceeded smoothly - pretty smoothly, in fact, that in no time she reached the middle of the compound; a large laboratory with many unique pieces of equipment. What struck her as odd was that, for such a large, secure facility, the equipment resembled sophisticated, robotic cleaning appliances - from articulated arms with brush heads of varying shapes and sizes, to small drones connected by a chain of some kind of soft material. The entire complex felt…off, somehow.

However, she wasn’t being paid to give her opinion; she was hired to retrieve some documents. Pushing her thoughts aside, she grabbed what was looking for - a sheaf of papers with the labels that the commission mentioned. Suddenly, an alarm sounded all over the place; moments later, all the doors close, followed by many of the machines coming to life. The table where the drives were on started to rumble as a few robotic arms extended from its surface, grabbing onto her wrists and ankles in her shock! As the arms raised her lithe form in the air, arms raised far above her head the bounty hunter cursed her hindsight for doing this mission without her Power Armor; she underestimated its security features, and overestimated her own stealth capabilities, a big problem the blondie had. She didn’t have to dwell on her misfortune for long, as a knockout gas began to flood the sealed room she was trapped in, and she fell unconscious.

When Samus finally woke up, she found herself still restrained on the same table. She was lying on her front; her wrists were locked together in front of her and against the table. Craning her neck back, she could just see her ankles stuck through a pair of padded holes on some kind of long panel. Her mind began racing as she then realized this was a trap: someone deliberately wanted her there, but who? For what reasons? Was this all just an elaborate setup?

A cold breeze suddenly brushed across her bare soles, snapping her out of her thoughts and sending a shiver through her spine. It was then that she realized she was barefoot. Her familiar blue shoes resting on another table with the documents confirmed this. Suddenly, everything began to click in her head; the simple commission, the lack of security, the mechanical equipment, and the way she was restrained. Despite the low ambient temperature of the lab, she blushed lightly. Having found herself in many similar, embarrassing scenarios before, she fully understood what was going on, and tried even harder to break free.

Suddenly, she heard noises coming from behind the stockade her ankles were trapped in. She tried to see past it but no luck; she had an idea what was in store for her, but she didn’t want to stick around and find out. With a deep breath, Samus tried to focus her Chozo strength to break free from her bondage. Her concentration was broken by the feeling to a soft, fibrous object making contact with her bare skin. “Ha-?!” she gasped, before she clamped her mouth shut. As the foreign object continued to drag itself against her bare sole, she was trying to rein her laughter in, to regain her focus, but the addition of a few more brushes broke through her defenses. “NNAHAHAHAHAA WWWHIHIHIHI AAHAHAHAGAGAAINHAHA!!" Samus couldn’t take it any longer, as the laughter spilled out from her lips. She shook her head, her ponytail flailing in the air, and tugged at her legs, the tickling sensations driving her nuts.

The a voice rang out through a hidden speaker in the lab. "Aww can’t the strong bounty hunter take some brushes on her soles? " With these words, the brushes picked up in speed, sending Samus into hysterics. In protest, she curled her toes, but then she was introduced to a new feeling of soft threads worming their way n between them! “AHAHAHAHANNNIHIHIHIHEHEHEHE NNONOHOHOHOHOOO SSTAHAHAHAHAPPP NNOHOHOHOHO!!" the poor blondie wailed, as she was forced to weather the ticklish onslaught.

As a hidden camera zoomed in on the bounty hunter’s blushing soles and tear-stained face, Samus was left wondering how long she would be stuck here and who was behind this mess.

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here we have, the full work for victim box 49, wich was Samus

its being a while since i did something with samus, so happy to work with one of my favorite videogame heroines ;D

and remember a comment is always apreciated