Shattered
By Shannon (AKA KittyShan, LancesKitten)
Originally Published 10/20/2015
Disclaimers: Voltron and all associated characters are owned and copyrighted by WEP. Original/new characters belong to the author.
Be Advised - This chapter contains violence, sexual situations, foul language and assault.
Rating: M Violence, Sexual Situations
Chapter 2
Boots clicked on the stone floor, the sound echoing through the underground passageways and into the dungeon's cell. Romelle's eyes flew open, and her heart began to race as she strained to listen, trying to gauge the number of people approaching but it was impossible; the closest she could guess would be several, and that didn't help at all. She drew in a deep breath and held it, concentrating on whomever approached and anything that might clue her in on what was about to happen...
And then she heard it - the sound of water splashing onto the rock floors as it sloshed over the sides of its vessel. Her stomach turned and she fought back tears. Water being carried in meant that it was her bath time, and that meant Lotor had, once again, sent for her.
Romelle had learned much about the forces of Doom since her capture - the first being there was a huge difference between a Drule citizen and a Doomian. The Doomians made up the majority of Zarkon's army. They were smaller in size and stature than the Drules, but remarkably strong. They were all bald, had pointy ears and empty yellow eyes, and their skin varied between differing shades of brown, grey and black. They were peasants, unimportant to their king and their kingdom, just a thing to be used up and tossed out when they no longer suited Zarkon's purpose... Sometimes, Doomians could be bribed, swayed even, but not the Drules.
The Drules were on a different level in the Doomite hierarchy - they were lesser royalty. And unlike the Doomians, they were all remarkably tall, some had hair, and they all had blue, purple or green skin with reptilian like eyes of varying colors. They were allowed to do as they pleased, as long as it pleased the King and his Court. And they enjoyed being cruel; they enjoyed inflicting pain, especially on anyone they saw as inferior... And they saw all other species as inferior.
The Drule soldiers that served as Prince Lotor's personal guardsmen leered at her as they opened the cell's door. Slaves carried in a tub full of tepid water, setting it down in the middle of the room. They stepped back, making way for two female Drules, who smiled haughtily at the four women cowering on the floor before one of them addressed Romelle.
"Our Prince doesn't want his pretty little prize unkempt. Come and let us scrub the smell of filth from your skin."
The speaker was known as Maudi - she was the taller of the two Drule women; she had dark gold eyes, lavender skin, and black hair that fell well below her waist. She also had a quick wit and sharp tongue, and nothing seemed to bring her more pleasure than eliciting human tears.
With a silent prayer, Romelle rose and walked toward the tub. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched the other female Drule, the one called Egla, as her slender blue fingers opened a box Romelle knew to be filled with scented soaps and oils; things Lotor demanded she be scrubbed with each time she was brought to him. Egla lifted a bottle to her nose, took in the scent, and smiled wickedly as she dipped her fingers into the oil before running her hand through her snow white hair.
Romelle's eyes moved up to the woman's face and her breath caught in her throat when she saw the twisted intent in the other's blood red eyes.
The Princess of Pollux now stood at the edge of the tub and despite all of her determination not to show it, she could feel herself start to shiver with fear. Quickly, she glanced back toward the other women in her group and tried to mask the trembling by rubbing her arms as if she were cold. No matter what form of torment they inflicted upon her, she must remain strong for the others. Closing her deep blue eyes momentarily, she let out a steadying breath before returning her attention to her oppressors.
Egla moved to stand behind the beautiful Princess. "Our mighty Prince says he wants us to take special care in your bath tonight... "
Romelle remained silent, knowing these two would do everything in their power to make her cry, to make her beg for mercy - and she refused to ask clemency for herself while her ladies-in-waiting suffered so. Besides, she had found early on, the more she responded, the more it excited these disgustingly cruel beings. She refused to acknowledge them, to give them that satisfaction.
Maudi laughed, the sound a sweet tinkling, so odd and out of place in the dank cell. "Pretty human," she reached out and ran her fingers down the length of one of Romelle's long blonde locks before she twisted her fist into the silken strands. She looked over at her cohort, "Touch her hair, Egla... See how silky it feels..."
The Polluxian Princess stiffened as she felt the other Drule step in close and rub her blue-skinned body against her back. Egla reached up and ran her fingers into the hair at the nape of Romelle's neck. "Very soft," she agreed before burying her nose into that same hair and breathing deeply. "And she still smells of her last bath."
Maudi tugged Romelle's hair to her nose and sniffed. "So she does."
The two Drules then began a harsh game of tug-of-war with the Polluxian's hair, jerking her one way, then the next, before they both began to laugh at the pain betrayed by Romelle's involuntary wince and reddening face.
"I suppose that's enough." Maudi said mockingly. "Her bath grows cold and these humans are so frail! Prince Lotor would be infuriated if she were to catch a cold."
Egla let out a deep, throaty chuckle, before whispering into Romelle's ear. "Indeed. You will need all of your strength if you want to survive Lotor's captivating love play."
Maudi laughed loudly and unexpectedly, startling all the other women except her dearest friend who smiled slyly. "Captivating! Oh, Egla, how clever of you!"
For just a moment, it seemed Romelle had been forgotten, but, of course, that would be too good to be true.
Suddenly, Egla shook Romelle. "Now, it's time for you to strip, pretty pet."
Romelle glanced quickly at Prince Lotor's personal guards who watched her lasciviously from the doorway. Casting her eyes downward, she quickly blinked away hot tears as she began untying the rope at her waist before tugging the frayed shift over her head and dropping it on the floor. Hoping to shield herself from the lewd looks, she hastened her steps toward the tub. But, before she could lower herself into the bathwater, Egla grabbed her arms and spun her naked form to face the leering men.
"Now, now, Princess... Why are you in such a hurry..." She started laughing as she reached around and cupped one of Romelle's full breasts. "Don't you want to show these two what they're missing?"
Maudi burst into giggles. "Yes, little human, you must learn to make these men lust after you... Someday, your life will depend on it."
Romelle jerked her head toward Maudi. Her lips parted, ready to ask what the Drule woman meant, but she caught herself and quickly clamped her mouth closed.
"Did you see that, Egla? I think our little pet almost spoke!"
"She did, didn't she? What did you want to say little human?"
Maudi moved near to Romelle; she leaned in so close their lips almost touched. "My lover asked you a question. It displeases me that you won't speak to us. And you know what happens when you refuse us satisfaction ..."
Romelle's eyes filled with fear, and Maudi smiled wickedly at the sight. A long purple finger reached out and traced Romelle's full pink lips, before she used it to trace a path down to the breast that Egla's azure hand still cupped. She ran the offending finger over the soft pink skin of Romelle's nipple.
"Don't you know?" Maudi's voice carried a bitter note. "Once Lotor tires of you, he'll throw you away just like a piece of trash."
"The only reason he even wants you is because you look just like his Princess Allura." Egla's words were laced with jealousy and venom.
"And the only reason he wants that silly piece of pink fluff is because she looks so much like his dead mother." Maudi watched Romelle intently as she spoke her next words.
"You are only a human. His protection of you is dependent on how good of a whore you become. If you learn to please our Prince, perhaps he will keep you in his harem." She shrugged. "If not he will either kill you or give you away as a gift."
"Please...stop!"
Maudi paused to look over her victim's shoulder. Until this point, the other human women had remained silent upon order of their monarch. Her dark gold eyes searched Romelle's face, feeling nothing but elation at her obvious disgrace. She met Romelle's eyes before turning her attention to the youngest member of the group of women now huddled together on the floor.
"She's quite pretty, this little one..."
"She is just a child," Romelle's voice was thick with unshed tears. "Please, I beg you, let her be."
"Why, Princess," Maudi began as she returned her attention to her captured prey. "Don't be so selfish! It's all right if your young friend would like to join us."
"No, she would not!"
Egla began to laugh, a low chuckle next to Romelle's ear. "Suddenly you are a feisty one..."
"And we are about to have so much fun," Maudi whispered the words against Romelle's lips before she returned to inflicting even more humiliation. This time, she fell to her knees and began to suckle at her victim's breast, licking her nipple until it hardened. She stood and began to deliberately pinch the little bud, twisting it until, bruises began to form and tears of pain slipped down Romelle's cheeks. Maudi threw her head back and laughed before she leaned forward and ran her tongue over Romelle's cheek, lapping up the tears.
"Yum! Your tears are so delicious! But, let's get you into your bath now, before I cannot stop myself from having my way with you..." She yanked Romelle from Egla's grasp and shoved her backward into the bathtub. The Polluxian sputtered as she pulled herself upright, thankful that the water hid her flow of tears.
"You must be perfect tonight, Princess." Egla looked down her nose at Romelle's ladies-in-waiting and snapped her fingers. "Did you hear me? Make her perfect for our Prince."
The human women all rushed to their Princess and began washing her hair and skin. They took care to treat her gently, having witnessed many other instances like this one, each knowing she tried to paint herself as unbreakable, but it simply wasn't true. They could sense even Romelle was unsure of how much more she could withstand and that the only reason she hung on was for their sakes. These women would do anything they could to ease their monarch's pain, to ensure she knew she wasn't alone.
Watching the group for a moment, Maudi noticed the extra tenderness with which the ladies-in-waiting treated their Princess. Her eyes lit up as understanding dawned as to just how close they really were to breaking this human. She quickly exchanged a nefarious look with Egla before informing the captive Princess, "Our Prince grows tired of playing with you, little pet, and has commanded you be made ready for his bed."
"Yes, pretty human, Prince Lotor said you will beg him to take your maidenhead this very night, or he will have no choice but to give you to his men." Egla looked pointedly to the two guards watching at the door. She called out to them, "and if you are so favored, what will you do with her, gentlemen?"
One guard began to laugh loudly as the other spoke. "Oh, we'll pass her around and take turns fucking her. We don't have the patience of our Prince; none of us will wait until she's ready. If she's unwilling, so be it. She's only a human, it's not rape."
The first guard stopped laughing long enough to catch Romelle's eye. "And, know this, little human, if you don't make any attempts to please us, we'll just toss you into the Pit of Skulls and be done with it. We aren't benevolent like our great Prince."