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Bound

Chapter 2

Allura yelped as she felt the garment yanked off and shock of the cool air on her exposed breasts. She cringed away, using her tied hands to pull herself up, deeper within the pillows. She felt a hand -his hand! - caress her and she tried to twist away. He yanked her back by her hips, laughing mockingly as he did so. She felt a hard tug underneath her legs and heard him ripping away the rest of the voluminous nightgown.

"Good Gods Allura! Please tell me you didn't pick this hideous thing out yourself!" He exclaimed as she felt the lace edges whisk off of her lower legs. She was exposed now, naked to him except for her panties. She felt him move and then his hands again caressing her; sliding over her stomach and across and then down to trace to lacey edge of the waistband. She turned and twisted again, trying to move out of his reach; cursing only to hear him laugh once more.

"Be still!" He demanded then she felt his hands span her waist then his fingers slip inside the edge of her undergarments.

"No!" she cried out and wrenched her torso hard and fast bringing her knee up in the process. She felt it connect with something soft yet boney and heard the tell-tale click of teeth. There was no time for her to feel any satisfaction because almost immediately she was struck across the face with a hard stinging blow from the side. And then another that left her stunned, gasping for breath with the faint taste of blood in her mouth. He hit me! He actually hit me! She almost couldn't believe it, but the throbbing sting on her cheek convinced her otherwise. But not with his fist…not yet, anyway, she rationalized.

"That was a stupid thing to do." He said calmly and although still reeling she was aware that he had grabbed hold of her panties again and then she felt the sharp snap of the elastic as he tore them away. Instinctively she drew up her legs and crossing them tried to hide her nakedness. She felt his hands on her knees pulling them apart. She struck out again, but this time he was ready and caught the errant limb by the ankle. "Oh Allura, you have such spirit!"

She tried to kick him with her free foot, but he evaded her blow, laughing while he did so. To her horror he somehow used the action to his advantage; ducking under her flailing limb to position himself comfortably between her legs. "This is going to be more fun than I thought! I like a good fight."

Again she tried to draw her legs closed but to no avail, he simply caught the other one and regardless how hard she struggled, he pulled them apart. Oh my God, he is so strong! His arms are stronger than my legs! As he forced them effortlessly open, exposing her most intimate of places to him, an awful realization dawned on her; I am tied to his bed and he is going to do what ever he wants to me. And there is nothing I can do to stop him.

Instead of panic a calmness descended upon her; she resolved then that she wouldn't beg. No matter what. He could do anything to her body, but her mind was till her own. She would never give him the satisfaction of hearing her beg.

"Allura you are so beautiful." He stated softly as his hands drifted up her thighs. "More than I could have imagined." He continued sliding his hands upward over her hips to span her narrow waist and lingered there, his thumb caressing her navel.

She bit her lip and turned her blindfolded head to the side in gesture of denial. In spite of her resolve she couldn't help but notice things about the feel his hands. They were warm and the gentle rasp of his nails sent tingles through her. She could feel the roughness of his calluses, and that surprised her. She didn't know why it surprised her that he had them; perhaps it was because she had always associated calluses with hard and honest work. Lotor had slaves to see to his every whim, so she couldn't imagine him doing anything physical. But that wasn't true. He was a warrior, skilled in the martial arts. So why wouldn't his hand be as calloused as Keith's? She wondered and at the thought of her beloved captain Lotor's terrible words came back, 'You're just another woman he couldn't protect.' Her eyes began to fill with tears and she didn't even try to stifle her sob.

"Shhh! N'saiyat, this isn't so terrible." Lotor said softly as his hands continued their maddeningly slow inspection of her. She felt his fingers brush the undersides of her breasts and then lightly, ever so lightly, his fingertips traced around the outsides. Her breath caught in her throat as she waited for him to begin grabbing and groping them; but he didn't. Barely- but just barely- she felt him brush her nipples and the shock of sensation it sent through her made her gasp. Then his fingertips again, along her collarbone, tracing the line of her neck to where it met her jaw. She felt a hot tear slip out from under her blindfold as his finger traced its way to her lips and rested there a moment before he cupped her chin with one hand. She shivered uncontrollably as she felt the tickle of his long hair a second before she felt his lips. Not on her mouth but on her cheek and the soft warmth of his tongue where her tear had come to rest.

"What are you doing? Why don't you just get on with it?!" She asked harshly shattering the unwelcome intimacy.

"So eager, my curious little virgin?" He mocked, whispering close to her ear and chuckling as she tried to wriggle away.

"Quit playing games! Just get it over with!" She retorted.

He laughed and his next words sent a chill down her spine, "I have waited a long, long time for this, Allura. I will have many opportunities to fuck you; probably in ways you didn't think were possible. But I will never get another first chance to touch you."

"Oh, just get it over with. I can't stand this tickling." She snapped twisting her head to hide her ear and inadvertently ending up nose to nose with him.

"Fine, have it your way, no more tickling." He agreed and pressed his mouth hard against her own.