“Oh my head!”, thought Allura, “Where am I? How did I get here?” She began to awaken from a deep sleep. It felt as though she were waking up with a hangover.
“Who’s bed is this?”, she wondered. She soon began to panic. It was at that moment, to her horror, that she realized she was chained to it.
“Lotor!”, she thought as her heart began to race, “My God! This is Lotor’s bed!” The chains, that restrained her wrists and ankles, were made of gold. They were also slightly padded. Were they made that way for her comfort? Or was it because he wouldn’t want any marks on her body?
Pillows and cushions were placed behind head, neck, and back. For some reason he didn’t want her lying flat on her back. Apparently he wanted her propped up a bit. Maybe he thought she would be more attractive this way.
It was because of this that she was able to get a good look at what she was wearing. An extremely shear white silk dress with crystal beading. She could tell that the material was high quality. He would ask for nothing less.
It was long sleeved, but the neckline was cut all the way down to her naval. The dress went all they way to her ankles, but there were two slits up both sides of the dress. They almost reached the top of her thighs. As revealing as the dress was, it was ironic that it was virginal white.
Her memory was now slowly beginning to come back to her. She remembered two slave girls tending to her. One girl was human, the other a Drule/Human hybrid. Yet, even then, she had been completely out of it. She kept slipping in and out of consciousness as they bathed, and dressed her. At one point she had been awaken by surprise, as hair was being removed from the most private part of her body.
“He likes his woman smooth all over.”, said one of the slave girls, “But I’m sure that over time he will be pleased when he realizes that you are a natural blond.”
They did her hair, and her make-up. Then they fitted her with the finest diamond jewelry. Most notably was the tiara placed on her head. Somehow, when they styled her hair, it was weaved into the tiara to keep it in place. She could feel tiara still on her head. It was if she was wearing…
“Oh God! No!”, she cried. A wedding, she remembered that there was a wedding. Sure they had drugged her, but it didn’t matter in the Drule Empire. A bride didn’t have to be conscious, let alone willing. She remembered very little of the ceremony. Only that two guards were helping her stand next to him. She might have even completely passed out before the ceremony was over. She just couldn’t remember.
“My God!”, she thought, “We were defeated. We came to Doom, and defeated Zarkon’s robeast. Yet we still lost. How?”
Now it was all becoming clear. Lotor had captured all of them, right after he had melted Voltron. Their guardian, and protector was gone. All hope was lost. She and the rest of the Voltron force, Sven, Romelle, Coran, and Bandor were escorted to what was now Lotor’s thrown room.
“Take them all to the dungeon!”, ordered the new evil king, “Except of course for Allura. I wish to talk to her privately. Don’t worry, if the rest of you get lost, I’m sure Romelle knows the way.” He then began to laugh.
“Bring her to me!”, he ordered his guards. Two guards then escorted the frightened princess, up the stairs, to Lotor’s thrown. As they did so, she looked at him. He had an evil smile of triumph, and lust in his eyes. How pleased he was that his ultimate prize had finally been brought before him.
“What are you going to do to them?”, she cried.
“Nothing.”, he told her, “That is, as long as you’re cooperative.” She then closed her eyes, and cupped her hands as if she was going to pray. Tears began to run down her face.
“What do you want me to do?”, she asked. He smiled, and picked up a goblet that was on a table right next to the thrown.
“Just drink this.”, he told her as he handed her the goblet.
“What is it?”, she asked as she took it from him with hesitance.
“Nothing to worry your pretty little head about.”, he told her, “Just drink it. It you don’t, I will bring everybody back into the thrown room. You can watch as one by one each of them die an excruciating painful death. I’m sure you don’t want that on your conscience.”
She knew she had no choice, she had to drink it. Soon afterwards, she felt drowsy. She became weak, and fell into his arms. As he held her, she looked up at him. As she began to slip into unconsciousness, she saw an evil smile on his face.
“Now you are truly mine”, he said with an evil laugh. He kissed her lips as she totally passed out in his arms.
Now she laid there, chained to his bed. She knew he was coming for her. His ultimate fantasy was about to be achieved, and there wasn’t a damn thing anyone could do about it. She closed her eyes, as complete terror filled her body. It was at that moment when she heard the door creak open.
To be continued…..
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