How do I always end up in these messes? Pidge thought.
Her arms held fast behind her back by two burly Galrans. She had ended up separated from the rest of the Paladins during the retreat. When the dust settled, the others had already run ahead and she was pushed around. Helpless. Her Bayard was the first thing these alien scum wrestled from her. This is what she got for following Lance's instructions to check out an area the Bayards had not mapped out.
Helplessness was not a feeling Pidge liked. Despite her nervousness, she was fun-loving, smart and independent. She was different compared to Princess Allura. Pidge was...herself. Pidge kicked her legs and struggled. Shouting would do no good. The Galrans laughed at her- mocking her for being a frail human. Not that she allowed being anything to stop her before.
They marched with her. Shoulder to shoulder. Their hands were rough. Their laughter like pigs grunting. Instructing her to strip off while they prepared a cell for her. Pidge was displeased to say the least. She was not naked beneath the green and white armor. She always wore a black skin tight undersuit. It was a one piece. Not easily removed. The bob haired brunette declined loudly.
"Oof. G-get your hands off me! Voltron's Paladins will arrest you if you do anything to me!"
The Galrans froze mid reach, glancing at each other before they laughed, slapping their knees.
She cried out as they kicked her as she struggled to her hands and knees. Laughing at her misfortune. Twisting their lengthy fingers in her course, but silky hair. Their hands grasping the material of her clothing, threatening to tear it off if she did not disrobe voluntarily.
Their gangly limbs eliminated her chance of slipping past them in one on one melee combat. They really were hideous creatures with their mammalian or reptilian forms. Their eyes with no discernible irises or pupils. The thin layer of purple-ish grey fur and small, pointed teeth. Some of them licked their lips, revealing teeth that resembled felines and canines she was familiar with. Their angular faces with prominent cheekbones like fantasy humanoids (elves or demi-gods).
She had to get out of here. No one could use the Green Lion aside from her. The team would be useless without her.
Where are they? Have the Galran's already separated the others and locked them all away?
Even women and children were not excluded from real war. What were they going to do to her? Did they even know her true gender? How would that change their opinion? Would the conquerors care? She was their helpless prey to be played with. Nothing she could say would change their minds. The barbaric Galran's could not be reasoned with.
"What are you going to do with me?!"
She was worried that the arena waited for her. Fighting to the death for a merciless, alien crowd.
"Strip." What appeared to be the ring-leader growled. "Or THEY strip you."
Pidge wrinkled her nose as her eyes followed where his thumb pointed. The group snickered like children in the back row of a class, thinking they were getting away with everything.
The brunette yelped, jumping as something long, thick and solid jabbed her in the thigh.
Disgusting! That better not be what I think it is. Nonononono! Don't think about that Pidge.
She twisted her wrists clockwise and anti-clockwise. The cuffs didn't strain at all. She felt her heart pound in her chest. Her breaths short, sharp and staggered. Her limbs trembled fearfully.
Her communicator illuminated. She heard her team calling her name. Asking where she was. If she was hurt. She sighed with relief. None of them were hurt or captured. Pidge unfastened her over-armor as quickly as her fumbling hands would allow, trying not to give her Galran captors a sexual show. She was a proud woman of science, technology and intellect- not a space whore.
She was too distracted by her thoughts to notice the hand flying towards her until it connected. Knocking her glasses off her face as the knuckles and palm made contact with her supple cheek. She inhaled sharply. Her cheek burned with a pinkish rash. Eyes pricked with tears as her audience chanted and booed. Their tapered talons greedily prodding her flesh.
"Slower whore!"
Their leering grins of jagged teeth dripped with saliva. This was humiliating. If she wanted to live, she had to behave or else she'd end up dying alone in the arena. She wanted to see her team. Her best friends. The Galran's unsavory taunts blended together.
Their claws tore her under-suit to reveal bruised flesh from being thrown around like a prisoner. Their eyes were cold. Tyrannical. Soulless. First she removed her helmet, gauntlets and boots. Then her leggings, pauldrons and elbow padding. It didn't feel like this much in the heat of battle. If they wanted to check her for weapons, they could have patted her down. Her hair rustled as she moved. The material cascading down. Her bare, pasty skin peeking out.
Pidge gasped as the Galran's barked something in their language that sounded like, "Full Cavity Search." Was that what she thought it was? Were they deprived enough to molest her? This could only end one way. She would only fight them off for so long. She did not want to call the others in. She could not do that to her friends. She lashed out on her own with a mixed martial arts kick. Breaking into a sprint down the hallway. Every fibre in her body was specially trained for melee combat with other humans. She could not rely on the Green Lion all the time.
However her foot was caught and twisted. She cried out as she toppled and landed on her tailbone. Pain riveting up her spine as a barred door slid across, sealing her in a containment cell. She scrunched her eyes closed as she realized she was not alone. She tried to scramble away as the creature grabbed her. She called out for help as his hands roamed down over her slender form. Heat rose to her cheeks. She should not have enjoyed this so much. This was wrong! Humiliating! His fingers awakening feelings she never felt from another person. She got creative in her spare time.
She bit her lip, muffling her moans as the violating search of her body continued. The feelings were too much. Her body craved the sensation, but her mind screamed until it ran out of oxygen. Her back pressed against the wall, trying - and failing- to push the towering, heavy creature off her. The Galran proceeded to slip its claws into places that made Pidge bite her lip to muffle pleasure. She clenched her legs together as it proceeded to caress the quivering folds between her legs. The claws penetrating her all the way to her captor's knuckles. Reaching. Scraping. Deflowering her as it pressed its athletic body against hers. Ravenous in its search.
"Ah...Don't...stop..." She panted, covering her mouth to prevent drooling. "P-please. Oh yes!"
Get a hold of yourself! You are NOT turned on by this. This is...arousing. No! This is disgusting.
Her eyelids grew heavier as her eyes pricked with tears. When she regained rational patterns of thought, her body was cold again. She became aware of the concerned, piercing grey eyes. Shiro knelt to her, his bionicle hands outstretched to help her to her feet. She lent on him heavily. Too delirious as she corrected her glasses. Shiro's confident hands re-dressed the brunette in silence. If anyone knew how Galran treated prisoners, it would be him.
Her heart pounded out of her chest as the Black Paladin scooped her up bridal style and called the team to report that he found her alive. Pidge felt another wave of unconsciousness roll over her. Her mind gave up struggling. The infinite blackness pulled her under. She did not want to think of this humiliating experience for a second longer. Thankfully, Shiro did not mention that he found her -androgynous body sprawled out naked and violated- to their friends as they walked away. Pidge pondered if she imagined the whole thing as a repressed sexual fantasy. It felt so real.