Colors and light, much too brilliant for him to comprehend fill Shiros eyes and he shot up, startled awake by a sudden loud crash. He looked around trying to make sense of what he was seeing as his vision became more clear. He was in a cell, that much was certain. He couldn't remember what had happened. How did he get here?
Pain made it hard to think as his entire body ached followed by sudden panic as his hand flew to his swollen belly. He rubbed the bump lightly, sighing with relief. He was only about 4 months pregnant but he could already feel the tell tale flutter of the life inside him. No one had expected him to present as an omega being such a high ranking officer but when he has he's taken precautions. He's never once considered taking an Alpha until the day he met Adam. He remembered how happy Adam had been when he had been told about the baby. He tried so desperately to make him stay, to not go on the mission and had left him, realizing there was no convincing Shiro to stay. He would talk to Adam once he got home and sort it all out, of course he wanted the father to be there in his babies life. He would go to Adam and ask for his bond mark, to become his officially.
Keith on the other hand was shocked by the news of Shiro's pregnancy and a little sad. But he couldn't contain his bitter sweet joy at hearing of the break up. Of course he had suspected the boys crush on him, it'd be a lie to say he didn't at times share these feelings. But the boy was like his brother and could never be any more.
Shiro shifted feeling the existent of his other injuries as memories returned. He had been captured while on a mission. Then there was the arena and blood, so much blood. Hadn't the Holt boy been there to? He remembered winning the fight but not much after, he must have passed out from the strain.
"What are we gonna do little one?" Shiro asked his bump, continuing to paw at it. As if in response he could feel the flutter beneath his finger tips.
A light cloud of smoke filled the room, making Shiro feel sleepy. He tried desperately to stay awake, blinking to clear his eyes as he slowly passed out. The last thing he saw were the galra soldiers outside his cell waiting to take him away.
When Shiro awoke he was in a white room, strapped down to an operating table, torso bare. He struggled against his restraints trying in vain to free himself. Somewhere behind him he could hear a man his, tisking his behaviour as he came into view.
"Now we'll have none of that. Is that any way to treat the man who saves your life and have you this wonderful piece of artillery? Hold still won't you, we don't want you causing any further harm to that body of yours. After all you've already created a rather inconvenient 'bump' in our plans for you?" The doctor said, with this he placed a hand on Shiro's belly.
"Don't touch me! Please just let me go," Shiro shouted.
"Let you go?! I can't do that. You are the 'champion' after all. There a lot riding on you to win your next fight so I decided a few upgrades were in order. And we certainly can't let this…," with that he pushed down a little to hard on Shiro's belly making him cry out. "... continue. No I believe this will just get in the way. Think of it as us doing you a favour."
Confusion turned to fear as the man pulled over a try of surgical tools and sharp blades, proceeding to draw a line across the bottom of Shiro's belly. "No. God no. Please! Please I'll do anything just don't do this. Please," Shiro pleaded, tears stinging his eyes as the blade pressed into his skin and began to cut.
The pain was excruciating and Shiro was made to feel everything. A sharp pain in his gut forced a harsh gasp from Shiro as he looked down at the blood covering his body, watching in horror as the man cut free his child and pulled it from his belly. Tears staining his face, rolling down in droves. That was it, it was over, no point struggling now. After that he just gave in, staring into space as he was stitched up and cleaned.
Shiro cried until the tears wouldn't flow any longer, until his skin burned from crying and his eyes grew weary. He didn't care how long he had been held in the room, didn't care what else was done to him now, fed through a tube as doctors came to check on him.
After a while he was taken to a cell with several over prisoners. He could smell the alpha before he'd even entered the cell, opting to huddle in a corner as far from them as possible. With his child gone he knew he would be due a heat soon and without the help of suppressants. Shiro lifted his shirt running a hand over the cut in his abdomen. Fresh tears broke from his eyes as he thought of the child he had lost. He wondered if it would have been a boy or girl and how Adam would have looked holding it for the first time. Adam… he had to get home to him and when he did he would never let him go again.
A grunt made Shiro look up, gaze met by two of the larger men in the room, alphas no doubt. His suspicions confirmed as they neared him, eyes blown out in full rut, the scent threatening to trigger his own heat cycle.
"What have we here? Looks like this ones already been pupped and recently to," the larger observed.
"No bond mark boss," the smaller said, a hungry grin on his marred face.
"Good… present omega. I'm going to fill you with seed," the larger man commanded. Shiro didn't move, he didn't want this. One swift motion had him pinned to the wall by the larger alpha, teeth deep in his shoulder. "I said present."
The alpha released Shiro, letting him sink to the floor. "Yes alpha," he replied quietly pulling his pants down and taking up position on all fours, ass in the air.
Shiro cried out as the alpha pressed in, bottoming out in one push. "That's a good omega, taking my cock like the slut I know you are," the larger man praised. He placed a hand flat against Shiro's belly, picturing how he would look properly pupped. "Oh your going to look so good, belly fat with the swell of my pup."
"Please it's to big, please I can't take it. I can't…. ah… I don't want to be pregnant, please. I'm sorry…. Adam…. I… ah...," Shiro pleaded, the feeling of being raped and filled beyond his limit coursing waves of pleasure mixed with pain through his body. Something inside him snapped as his body began to rock back against the intrusion, instinct taking over as the pungent alpha scent surrounded him. "God so good. Ah.. feels so good. Alpha!"
He could feel the thick cock thrusting up into his stomach, the knot growing, locking them together. Still the behemoth rutted into him, forcing his head down hard with every thrust. The second alpha whined, pawing himself through his pants. His rut building until the desire became to much to take, forcing his equally large cock into Shiro's mouth, so deep it made him gag. Hot cum gushed into his hole as the larger alpha finished, sinking into him until his knot passed enough to with draw. As if on cue the second alpha took up position behind Shiro, lining up. After he in turn had finished the alphas left him, utterly spent in a pool of cum. He whimpered at the soreness as more cum dripped from his hole.
This is how it was, weeks blurring into months as Shiro was forced again and again into the arena, the only though keeping home going was the need to see Adam again. And with every fight he won he found himself back in the room with the doctor who experimented on him before returning him to the alphas. His heat cycles coming on hard.
"Please, alpha, please," Shiro pleased, mewling next to the larger man between bobs as he took the large cock in his mouth.
"There's a good omega, quiet the little cock slut aren't you. I want to hear you beg," the alpha said.
"Please Alpha I need more. Please. So good. Please alpha. More. I need to feel you inside me. Knot me . Breed me," Shiro pleaded, turning so his ass was presented. His alpha of course always obliged, filling Shiro as often as he demanded it.
Shiro spent so much time in their embrace he had forgone wearing cloths at all in their den, feeling sticking with sex. He had begun to forget his past, finding comfort in their arms. Thier ruts triggering his heat cycle every time and he was breed again and again. But experiments had left Shiros body to week to carry a pup to term, losing each almost as quickly as it had taken hold. He'd carried the last almost a month and a half before it, like the others, died. Every miscarriage was harder then the last sending Shiro into a spiraling depression. There was nothing left outside this ship, no god outside the arena. How long had he been here? Months? Years?
He had woken up this time delirious, the galra symbols his only grip to reality as his mind fought to clear the fog. He groaned and moved to rub his face only to find his arms restrained, this of course he expected. His eyes fall on his right arm or rather the lack of one. Where once there had been flesh was now a robotic arm. Shiro yelled in anguish.
"Shhhh," a harsh voice said clapping a hand over his mouth. "Shiro… that is your name right? I'm going to uncover your mouth but you can't scream. Agreed?" Shiro nodded, confused. "My name is Oolas. I'm going to help you escape. You have to get to earth, warn them. You must find Voltron, it's your only hope. The coordinates are programmed into your arm." A guard passed by the room and Oolas turned his back pretending to work. "Wait five min then make your move. There is a ship waiting for you in the hanger."