Warnings for this chapter:
Will have dark themes, such as blood and gore; and slight mentions of rape. Smidge spoilers of Season 3 as well.
CHAPTER ONE
-Change-
He felt stupid. And numb. The numbness might be just the good part of being kept in this prison.
How many days has it been? Or was it weeks?
One couldn't tell anymore.
Sitting up, one tanned lanky teenager was shaking his head, wincing a little as light streamed into the room. The bodies around him were already moving as well, groaning as well.
"Get up Trogs, time for work!" A gruff voice spoke. A Galran solider.
The many bodies were getting up, and were walking out the room to wash up and change for the day. The lanky one, a human it seemed despite his features, was rubbing his eyes and then accidentally winced as he brushed on some blue jewel like shard on his right cheek. Getting up, the male was marching with everyone else to the washing area.
Looking into the mirror, the other touched at his ears. You can see the dried bloodied stitching on the upper part of his now pointed ears. He then cupped his own face, touching the azure shining scales under his eyes, frowning a little.
Altean.
Lance could tell from remembering Allura and Coran's features.
"You! Altean!"
Lance winced, but then glared at the guard walking over to him.
"The Prince wants to see you after you clean up. So hurry up, Pellex," (A/n: One of the Latin word for whore, prostitute)
Lance frowned deeply at that damn nickname. Apparently every Galran called him that, even sometimes the Prince.
The prince….that was a story that was complicated.
So, as Lance began his washings with the other slaves here, he began to think of how he had gotten here.
"AHHHHH! S-STOPPP! PLEASE!"
Pain.
Excruciating pain.
It felt like his eyes would pop out, his skin on fire and his body jerking in epileptic movements. The sounds of the drills never could be erased of his mind, feeling there were holes, oh god the feeling of holes, onto his face, tears mixed with blood running down his face. The sounds of bones being brown on his cheeks, under his eyelids...and this was all with no sedative whatsoever.
He wanted this pain to stop.
What felt like eternity, it did.
But he felt something then being pushed into his holes, and Lance was once again screaming, his head and body pressed down from trying to scurry away.
Oh god, please. Please let me die! PLEASE JUST LET ME DIE!
That was all what was in Lance's head.
Once again, it felt like a lifetime, that he was lying on the metal table, the hands holding him were gone. Not like Lance could move after all that pain. His eyes rolled back, his body twitched here and there.
"Lovely~"
That voice again.
Lance's teary pained eyes looked up at the voice blankly, mouth parted open in pants as the Galran above him was smirking.
Lance flinched.
It was like looking at a younger looking Zarkon. Somehow.
It was the eyes. The eyes of insanity and power.
"You look just like him," Then a hand was touching the part of his high cheek bone under his eye, making Lance whimper, "But we are not finish yet,"
Suddenly he felt the fingers touching to Lance's ear, just above the roundness curve of it, and then felt another pair of hands holding his head again and then felt something sharp near the top of his ears, as the smooth evil voice spoke again.
"Soon you will be perfect…"
"PELLEX!"
Lance jumped as he then looked to the side, seeing the Galran guard waiting for him, arms folded and glaring at him. Not wanting to get beaten up for being slow, he dried himself off, placing this…blue sheet like cloth around his body that pooled around his feet. It kind of looked like those togas in Ancient Greek times.
"Come," The Galran gestured as Lance nodded, following him.
Lance soon found himself being pulled by pretty looking Galran women, hearing them giggling and fussing over him. He soon felt jewels around him, some flowery scent on his hair and body, and soon…Lance felt himself pushed into a room…and into strong yet lean arms.
"Ah, there you are my pet~"
The Cuban shuddered slightly, eyes glued to the ground, but he felt his chin gripped and his eyes were forced to look up at the golden eyes that were smoldering Lance with that hungry gaze.
Please, not again today. Please.
A chuckle escaped the long haired Galran.
"Still have not learned your lesson, hmm?"
Lance wanted to sob, but he knew what would happen if he did and just held them back. The long nimble fingers of the other made the blue paladin shudder, those long animal like nails were touching at the blue scales under his eyes.
"You look beautiful as always~"
Lance bit his tongue, learning from the last time he spoke back to the Prince.
"Now don't look so upset, Pet~"
Lance couldn't help but growl at the damn Galran, looking up at the grinning face of the other and struggled against his bonds.
"I HAVE THE RIGHT TO BE! WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!" Lance shouted, as the Galran sighed, tutting at Lance as if he was a child that was being naughty.
"Paladin of Blue, you should even figure out by who I am just by looking at me,"
Lance frowned a little, narrowing his eyes at him. He did look familiar, especially with the other's eyes. Those eyes that made Lance's blood boil, his reason of being part of Voltron.
"That's right, my father is the one that you and your little friends placed in a comatose,"
Lance's eyes widened at this, "You're…Zarkon's son?"
"That's right. I am Prince Lotor. The next Heir if ever my father passes. It seems the time has come," A chuckle came from the Prince as he stepped forward, observing the struggling Lance, and smirked, "You're just as feisty as him,"
"Who?!" Lance growled, then reeled his head back, "Don't touch me!"
"My, you turned out more like him and I thought I would have to…break you more…no, I shall still break you. Just as I did him,"
Who was this him that Lance kept referring to? Either this Prince was delusional or-nope, Lance KNEW that this guy was crazy.
Soon the door opened, and Lance almost froze at the sight of a certain Druid.
Haggar.
"Prince Lotor, I wish to discuss the plans of taking out the rest of the Paladins of Voltron-" She paused for a moment, looking at Lance, and then frowned deeply from under her hood, "My Prince, what is the meaning of-?"
"I thought that I would do with the Paladin of Blue as I wish, since without him, Voltron cannot be formed, correct?" The Prince glanced over to the witch, then sighed, "However, the plan will go according to schedule. Do not worry, I shall not fail, unlike with Father,"
Haggar looked a bit unsure, the words hanging in the air of 'You're just like your father' was there, but she kept quiet, nodding her head, bowing, "As you say Sire," She then glared at Lance, as if he was dirt on her shoes, and then left the room.
Lance stopped his struggling for a moment, frowning a little, "W-what are you planning?"
"Ah~ That's a surprise, my darling pet,"
"Stop calling me that!" Lance shouted, and he gaped as his head snapped to the side, feeling the stinging sensation on his cheek, even more with the blue scale on his upper cheek.
"You shall not talk back to me wench!" The Prince hissed, but then calmed down, smoothening his silvery hair back, "I suppose I should discipline you know before anything else. After all, if you are to be my newest of pets, you must be house broken,"
The brunet didn't like the look on the Galran royal's face, like a cat staring at a canary in a cage.
Feeling himself pulled up roughly, Lance yelped as he then felt his back onto something silky and soft, and soon felt a warm body over his own, and blushed. Thanks to his armor being stripped off with everything else he was wearing, leaving only some sort of garmet that barely covered his lower half, Lance could feel everything.
Which made Lance struggle more.
"We are going to have fun, you and I~"
"GET OFF ME YOU ASSHOLE!"
Another slap to his face, and soon felt his arms above his head, and feeling metal on his wrists, pinning his arms up and keeping them there.
"Now, now, don't be naughty~"
The Prince smirked as he was then undoing his armor, revealing his chisled chest with some sort of tattoos dark on his furred body. Lance's eyes widened and was trying to kick his legs up, but the Galran was pinning them down with his knees, Lance vulnerable below him. The Cuban winced as he felt himself turned around to his stomach, and turned his head to look at him, but his words of insults died down.
And then, Lotor was holding some sort of whip in his hand, grinning madly.
"Here's what we are going to do..."
And the buzzing sound of electricity was heard as well from the whip, and Lance's face paled.
"Thinking about our first time together, pet~?"
Lance looked up and then narrowed his eyes, but didn't say anything. This made the Prince grin.
"Ah, yes. It would seem you still have life and fire in your eyes," He touched Lance's cheek gently, showing his sharp like teeth as he grinned, "We shall do more before I will have my meeting with my court. Now…let's begin~"
Lance whimpered as he then felt himself bent over a dresser table, gasping as he then felt the Galran pressing against Lance's backside.
"No..."
"Oh yes," Lotor was pinning his body over Lance's and grinned as he thrusted, making Lance wince, eyes wide and gritting his teeth, "We're gonna have loads of fun in training once more. Now, get ready~"
"What do you think the Prince sees in that new whore of his?"
A Galran woman glanced back at her chameleon like partner for a moment and then sighed.
"Who knows? In all honesty, I'm mostly thinking that he's too attached,"
The pinkish skinned agent tilted her head, her curious eyes looking up at her senior partner, "Oh? How so?"
The other female stayed silent for a moment, but both of them froze as the sliding doors opened as Prince Lotor was stepping out, looking refreshed and smugged. If the women had to guess, it only took about a few hours in there.
"Acxa, Ezor...I'd like you to clean up my pet in there and have him fed. I shall be going to the meeting with Haggar and the rest of father's generals,"
"Vrepit sa, Your Highness," Both Lotor's generals saluted in their Galran way as Lotor smirked and was walking off down the hallways.
Acxa sighed and soon was peaking into the room, her nose twitched at the smell of sex and blood. Her partner was slinking in as she then cooed, peeking over the crumbled bed with feathers around from the torn pillows, revealing a passed out Lance; body littered in bites and claw marks. His eyes were closed, jaws slacked with dried tears down his cheeks.
"Gotta admit, the Prince has good taste in this one; unlike the unworthy ones," Ezor hummed, as she was touching the brunet's hair, but yelped as Acxa slapped her hand, "Ow!"
"No touching the Prince's pet," Acxa sneered, "You don't know where that thing has been,"
"But the human has been washed and stuff like all the others," Ezor reasoned then turned back, purring, "Mmm I'd wish the Prince would let me have a piece of him~"
Axca sighed and then was then peeking down at the male for a moment then softened. He was whimpering in his sleep, as if he was having a nightmare.
"C'mon. Let's wipe hime down and you can go get him some food,"
Ezor pouted but then sighed, "Fiiiiine~"
"GUYS! Come in here quick!"
Keith looked up for a moment and soon was racing to the hanger, and saw that Allura and Hunk were already near the door. They all came in, and soon Pidge was standing near the exit where the Lions usually go when leaving the Castle.
"What happened?!" Keith demanded.
Pidge slowly turned around, and her eyes looked...lost.
"I...th-the Blue Lion...it just left,"
Allura frowned, "Why did it leave?"
Keith felt hope in his heart and then quickly made a decision, "Let's follow Blue! Maybe it's found Lance,"
Hunk brightened and Pidge was already grinning, but Allura was the only one who wasn't smiling. Soon all four paladins were going into their lions and racing after where Blue went, Coran guiding them since he had a lock on the Blue Lion's whereabouts thanks to Pidge's latest idea of placing a tracker for each lion. Soon they were almost gaining onto Blue, but what surprised them was that the lion stopped in front of a...small little pod?
"What is that?" Hunk asked as Keith narrowed his eyes.
"Dunno. Let's get a closer look," He ordered, and soon they were closing in on blu.
It was then that Blue roared, and was ripping the glass of the small pod open and a body in a space suit was floating out. And then another.
Pidge gasped as she recognizes who they were.
And so did Keith.
End of Chapter One
And that concludes this chapter. Still learning the kinks of this fandom, and I just finished Season 3. So for those that don't know Acxa and Ezor, then sorry, spoilers. And who are the people that the paladins found? Can you take a guess? And who does Lance remind Lotor of? Hmmm so many questions. I suppose it's safe to say you'll have to find out in the next chapter. I'll try and update as frequent, but life and work, you know? Anyways, reviews are appreciated.
Thanks for reading~!
-SP