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 3
Hours later found Princess Romelle dressed in what barely passed for clothing. A blood red corset pushed her breasts high, the satiny material barely covering her nipples, a matching pair of panties and stiletto heels completed her outfit. Before she had been dressed, her body had been scrubbed and oiled with a sweet and heady scent; her hair washed and combed until it shone. Her beautiful face had been painted while her waist length hair had been left loose to fall down her back.
Once she had been groomed to Lotor's explicit direction, she had been escorted to the Prince of Doom's bedchamber by the same guardsmen who had leered and threatened her while she had been stripped bare of her clothing, and worse, what was left of her dignity.
One of the large Drule officers held her still while the other clamped a metal cuff around her ankle. She jerked her leg away from his grasp only to find the shackle was chained to the floor.
"You won't be going anywhere for some time, bitch."
Romelle glared down at the offender with her haughtiest stare. "Get away from me, you disgusting piece of filth."
Both Drules began to laugh whole heartedly at the captive woman's false bravado. The one who still knelt at her feet suddenly grinned at his comrade.
"Hold her still," he said as he wrapped one hand around her slim calf and slid the other up her inner thigh, stopping within a hairsbreadth of those silky red panties. "Soon, human, you will no longer be under the protection of our Prince..."
Romelle refused to move, to give these two heathens the satisfaction of knowing she was terrified. But her deep blue eyes betrayed her outer calm, and told the truth of her worsening dread. And they began laughing at her once more.
A sound from across the room brought the guard quickly to his feet and both turned to face their Prince. Who was, quite obviously, displeased.
"Exactly, what are the two of you doing?"
In unison, they fell to one knee and bowed their heads. The guard who had been holding Romelle still, spoke. "Oh great and mighty Prince, we were hoping to help the Princess see how lucky she is to have caught the eye of yourself, our most benevolent Commander."
Lotor studied the two for just a moment before he spoke. "I'm sure that's exactly what you were doing because I'm sure everyone knows exactly what would happen to them if I found that my new toy had been damaged before I even had the chance to play with her."
The second Drule spoke, "Yes, Majesty."
"The two of you will stand guard at my door until I dismiss you." The Prince of Doom eyed Princess Romelle for a moment. "You will make certain no one disturbs me and my darling Princess for any reason short of the castle being under attack. Now, get out!"
As they scurried from the room, one of the guards stole a quick glance at the beautiful woman who stood glaring at Prince Lotor. 'She's even sexier when she's furious,' he thought with a surge of lust. She turned her glare upon him as the door began to close, and he returned it with a malevolent smile that let her know he anxiously awaited the day his Prince grew tired of her.
Lotor ignored Romelle as he crossed the room and poured himself a glass of wine. He sat down, his back to her, and he began to eat his evening meal. It smelled wonderful and her stomach let out a low rumble. Unlike most of his fellow Drules, Lotor hungered for foods that were found on planets inhabited by humans. Of course, Lotor was only half Drule himself; his mother had been a human, a Terran if she remembered correctly.
She shifted her weight from one foot to the other and wished for something warm to help cover her body.
"There is a chaise behind you, if you should wish to sit." When he received no reply, he took a deep breath and stood. He remained with his back to her as he spoke, knowing this small but very rude slight, angered her. "This doesn't need to be so difficult, your Highness."
Romelle watched as Lotor drained his glass before turning to face her. Her glare remained steady, making it clear she was having none of it.
The Prince of Doom quickly crossed the room to stand in front of his captive.
"Princess Romelle," he began, "I have been very patient with you, but my patience grows thin. As I've told you before, I have no intention of physically forcing you into my bed -there should be no need for that. My handsome appearance and charm have always been enough for any woman I've wanted." Lotor reached out and caressed her cheek, she jerked her head away. "I promise you, Romelle, you will be treated well. I will make you my mistress! You will have your own apartments; I would never force you to cohabitate with the lower courtesans in my harem. You will only be second to my future bride, your cousin, Princess Allura."
"Never."
Lotor sighed. It had been the same, night after night, for weeks now. He had tried everything he could think of - he had tried to reason with her, he had her beaten, he had even let his favorite concubines, Egla and Maudi, torment and threaten her. Nothing seemed to work.
Until tonight. Now, thanks to those beautiful Drule women, he had discovered that Princess Romelle did have a weakness.
"You have left me no choice, Princess."
At his tone, Romelle felt fear gnawing at the pit of her stomach. He sounded resigned and yet elated, as if he were looking forward to her punishment. She prayed it wouldn't be any worse than the past few times she had refused him. It had been horrible, to be sure, but she had survived. She had found him to be quite twisted; he had watched with an undeniable thrill while she was beaten by Egla, all the while Maudi had pleasured him with her hands and mouth. She drew in a deep breath and tried to focus on her ladies-in-waiting. If they had any hope of escaping this place, she would have to endure.
Prince Lotor crossed the room and swung the door wide. "Bring her to me."
Romelle watched in growing horror as a bound and gagged Darla was carried into the room and tossed on the floor. The young girl's hazel eyes swept the room, at first passing by her Princess, but as realization dawned, Romelle found herself staring into the other's tear filled eyes. She watched in horror as Lotor jerked the girl off the floor.
The Prince of Doom slowed for just a moment ensuring he made eye contact with Romelle, whose eyes now filled with a growing despair. A smug smile crept across his handsome face before he winked at her and returned his attention to his new captive.
"What is your name?" He asked as he pulled the gag from her mouth.
Wild-eyed and shaking like a leaf, she stuttered. "D-D-Darla... "
Lotor reached out and grasped her chin in his hand, turning her head one way, then the next. "Not bad for a servant. For someone of such low birth, you are quite pretty. Has anyone ever told you that, Darla?"
Darla tried to peek around him at her monarch before shaking her head "no."
Lotor looked over his shoulder, following her gaze to Romelle. He stepped aside to ensure that the Polluxian Princess had a good view of the show.
The handsome Prince set about untying the young maid's hands, taking his time to carefully unwind the length of rope that had cut into her tender wrists. As he worked loose the final knot, he allowed the fastening to fall to the floor and began to rub at the marks now marring Darla's soft skin. When her breathing slowed and the tension began to leave her shoulders, Lotor smiled.
"Now," he spoke as he reached out behind her and grasped a hook suspended from a chain in the ceiling. "Truly, I do apologize for the pain you are about to endure, young Darla. But, my dear, I do promise that we will share immense pleasure when I ravage your body."
Darla's stomach twisted with fear as the gag was forced back into her mouth. Her knees weakened and for a moment she thought she might fall, but Lotor sensed her panic, and wrapped one arm around the girl's waist.
"Now, now," he swiftly cuffed her hands together with a set of shackles. "We don't want any bruises on your body that I do not have the pleasure of putting there myself."
As her doe-like eyes grew wide, Lotor began to laugh. He worked quickly to attach the shackles to the hook. Once she had been secured, Lotor stepped away from the girl and began to turn a nearby crank, resulting in Darla's arms being pulled high above her head. To no avail, she began to struggle against her bonds, but quickly found she had been hoisted up until just her toes touched the ground.
Returning to his pawn, Lotor slowly circled the young girl before once again meeting Romelle's midnight-blue glare.
"Lovely, isn't she?"
"Lotor, please..."
"What is it Princess? Do you not approve?"
Romelle met Darla's terror filled eyes and tried to give her a look of reassurance. But her stomach turned as she took in the girl's clothing; she was dressed in the same manner of all the other courtesans in Lotor's harem.
She couldn't let this happen. "No, I do not! Lotor, she's just a child!"
The Prince of Doom smiled wickedly as he fondled the girl's breasts. "She seems a woman to me. But looks can be deceiving... shall we have a closer look?" He pulled a dagger from his belt and used it to slowly cut off the girls clothing, leaving her body stripped bare and covered in small, bloody scratches. Silent sobs shook Darla's entire body, tears slipped unbidden down her cheeks, and the girl's eyes were shut tightly.
Romelle could not bear one more moment of this child's maltreatment.
"Please, Lotor, please stop this!"
"But, my beautiful Princess," he met Romelle's eyes as he made his way around the girl's trembling body. He licked the blood from a deep scratch on her thigh. "She certainly looks to be a woman to me."
"Lotor, I beg of you... Please don't hurt her."
"Hurt her?" He began to laugh. "I have no intention of hurting her, Romelle. On the contrary I am going to use her to demonstrate to you what a generous lover I am! I will take her, here, over and over again, until you decide you want to take her place."
It was at this point that Darla could take no more; she moaned and her body went limp.
At the sight of the unconscious girl, tears began to flow freely down Romelle's cheeks. "You brute! You said you would never force a woman!"
"No," Lotor shook his head in disagreement. "I said I would not physically force you. You, my sweet, are royalty. She is nothing more than an elevated slave."
"Please, Prince Lotor," Romelle began, "I beg clemency for her; she is a child under my protection."
Shrugging off her plea, Lotor pulled the girl down and tossed her listless form onto his bed. Turning his back to Romelle, he began removing his clothing with slow and deliberate movements. As he started to slip his pants over his erection, he smiled with glee. He hadn't been this ready for a woman since he had last held Princess Allura in his arms.
He reached out and spread Darla's legs wide.
"No, please!" Romelle cried. "You win, Lotor. I will not fight you! Let her go!"
The Prince of Doom paused, looking back at her suspiciously. "You will give yourself to me freely? And you will remain with me - my mistress, my pet?"
She hung her head in defeat. "You have my word. If you will spare her and the rest of my ladies, I will do whatever you ask of me."
The Prince of Doom wore a look of smug triumph as he inched his pants back up. He turned to face his prize and gave her a fiendish smile as he pulled a key from his pocket and strode toward her.
"This pleases me. You will not regret this choice, Princess Romelle."
But, she already did.