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 adult situations, sexual situations, violence, and assault.
Rating: M Violence, Sexual Situations
Chapter 6
"Someone's coming," Darla whispered.
Romelle nodded, watching intently for their approaching visitor. "Stay behind me, and remain silent, please Darla."
"Yes, majesty." Darla promised, but when she saw it was Prince Lotor himself who now stood in the open doorway of their prison cell, she whimpered in fear.
"What do you want, Lotor?" Romelle demanded while using her own body in an attempt to shield Darla from the prince's lewd and roaming eye.
"Why, Princess, is that anyway to speak to your lover?" Lotor stepped into the dank room and reached out to caress Romelle's cheek. When she jerked her head away, he shook his head and made a "tsking" sound. He met her midnight-blue eyes for a moment before reaching behind her and jerking Darla away. Without breaking eye contact with the Polluxian monarch, he pulled the young maid tightly against his chest, holding her still as he brought his lips to Darla's neck and began to bite down over and over, leaving ugly, dark purple welts up and down her tender throat.
Romelle's eyes widened as she reached out and grabbed Darla's arm in an attempt to pull her away from the Prince of Doom. "Please..."
Lotor grinned. "You know the rules. You made me a promise."
Romelle's head dropped, defeat washing over her. "Of course."
He took this as her acquiescence and in one quick movement shoved Darla to the floor and pulled Romelle into his arms. In no more than a few strides, he had her body pinned between his and the cold, damp rock of the cell's wall. She opened her mouth to scream, but he quickly covered it with his own, claiming her lips in a violent kiss. His teeth tore at her lips until she tasted blood and felt them swell as his force bruised them. Tears streamed down her cheeks, and she struggled against him in a futile attempt to push him away. He pulled away for just a moment, looking down to study her beautiful form.
"Lotor..." Her throat was tight with unshed tears. "Please, don't do this..."
The Prince of Doom threw his head back and laughed wildly. "Oh, darling princess, this is just a bit of fun."
He proceeded to push her skirts up and over her hips, bunching them around her waist. Discovering she had nothing under the thin fabric, his breathing quickened, and his gold eyes lingered on her exposed womanhood. He reached out and touched the triangle of dark gold curls between her legs.
"Drule women have no hair here."
She turned her head away and slapped at his hand, which only made his smile, and his manhood, grow. He lifted her up, pulling her legs around his waist, and pressing his erection against her most intimate of places. He ground himself against her and let out a low groan.
"Oh, my beautiful Romelle," his voice was hoarse with a twisted desire. "I cannot wait until I feel your naked body writhing under mine," he cooed. "I will make you scream out your pleasure. Before this night ends, you will beg me to fill your body with my seed. I promise you this, my darling love."
Romelle remained completely still, not wanting to encourage him, terrified that at any moment he might free himself from the constraints of his breeches and make good on his threats. Her thoughts ran wildly through her mind, a paralyzing jumble of fear, disgust and confusion.
'It's as if he believes I truly want him! As if he doesn't understand he is forcing me into his bed by threatening my ladies-in-waiting.'
Her stomach twisted, tightening into a tight ball of nerves and she felt bile rise in her throat. She had known all along that Lotor had a warped sense of entitlement, but she had never realized just how deranged and out of touch with reality the Doomian Prince really was!
Lotor loosened his grip on Romelle and allowed her body to slide down the length of his own until her feet once again met the floor. Reaching out with complete tenderness, he tipped her chin up and met her lips in what she could only reluctantly describe as an incredibly tender and gentle show of affection.
"I will never love you as I do your cousin, the Princess Allura." He spoke the words against her ear in a lover's whisper. "But I do love you, my mistress. You will learn, you must not challenge my authority. I do not want to hurt your little friend; I know you care for her."
He pulled his head away and took a step back. "However, I will do whatever is necessary to protect our budding romance."
Romelle's entire body had begun to tremble as terror filled her heart. She glanced at where Darla now lay on the floor. The young girl's face had drained of color while she watched in horror at the scene playing out before her. Romelle knew whatever choices she made here and now would decide this poor child's fate.
As she drew in a deep breath, Romelle nodded her understanding; both that the Prince of Doom was in complete control of their fates, and that he was utterly mad.
"Good." Lotor offered a rather charming smile. "Now, I will be bringing a guest to meet you later today. I can assume you will be on your best behavior?"
Afraid to meet his eyes and give away her thoughts, Romelle continued to stare at the floor as she again nodded her agreement.
Lotor exited the small room, stopping long enough to have one of his guards enter the cell and snap a collar and leash around Darla's throat. At Romelle's gasp, the prince turned back to face her.
"I will return her to you this afternoon, unharmed, as long as you are a good girl." The look he offered her left no room for argument. "In a few moments, someone will be here to bathe and dress you. Simply do as they request, Romelle, and make both our lives a little easier."
The Princess of Pollux dropped to her knees as she watched her captor stroll away and her maid dragged off like an animal by one of his guards to some unknown place.