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The Princess Awakens

The dungeons of Doom are known for being horrific. Many unfortunate prisoners considerate it hell itself. Princess Romelle had been down there for weeks, and yet it felt like years. She tried to stay strong, to not go insane as many had. But the screams were almost too unbearable. However she would stay strong, and always keep her wits about her. She refused to go mad.

She hated hearing the screams of the tortured prisoners. Not just men, women were not only tortured as well, but many were being raped. Worse, were the screams of the children. They were usually used as leverage against their parents. Romelle could not even bear to contemplate what was happening to them.

And what about her? She had the misfortune to resemble a woman with whom an evil tyrant was obsessed. He raped her many nights, called her Allura while he was doing so, and made her tell him that she loved him. It was then when he would realize who she actually was. He would then become angry, and beat her severely.

She had many bruises all over her body, but never on her face. He would never to harm her face. Her only consolation was that the guards were never allowed to rape her, like many other female prisoners. She was a pleasure only for him. Yet he hated her, he hated her for not being Allura.

She can’t believe that her father was hoping that she would someday marry this monster, if he had only known. Her father and King Zarkon were actually allies. They were discussing an arranged marriage between her and Lotor.

She remembers the first time she met Lotor. She found him handsome and charming, and he seemed equally smitten with her. He came over and kissed her hand. However his first remarks to her were on her resemblance to Princess Allura, her long lost cousin. He then offered to take her on a tour of Castle Doom. He seemed like a gentleman at the time, offering his arm to escort her.

The entire time she felt uncomfortable with the lust in his eyes as he gazed upon her. Yet she could tell that it wasn’t lust for her, but for someone else. What was even more disturbing were the sites of Doom. She was sickened by the fact that there were not only slaves, but how the slave were treated. She knew right then that her family had sided with the wrong allies.

She was sitting on the cold hard floor of her cell as she looked down at her hands. Her finger tips were covered in his dried blood. He was too drunk to know, at the time, that she had been fighting him.

“Good!”, she screamed, “I hope he’s in immense pain! I doubt he‘ll be able to use his penis anytime soon.”

Not only had she scratched his body, she had kicked him in the groin.

She soon began to cry. The two young women who shared the cell with, rushed to comfort her. They were from Arus, and had been taken prisoner about a year ago when Yurak’s forces invaded their village. They felt a connection to Romelle because of her resemblance to their beloved ruler.

The women were sisters, both beautiful. They were in the dungeon because they had refused to join Zarkon’s harem. Others in their village had, but these two chose death. However they did not get it.

Their fate was to slowly die in this rottenness hell. Being a part of Zarkon’s harem was considered a great honor, even a privilege. Many slave girls were thrilled to be chosen. Only the most beautiful were. It meant a life of luxury over a life of hardship.

To many, the rewards out weighed the cost. To refuse was an incredible insult. And in Zarkon’s eyes, that was the worst crime of all. So, it was rare that these two would be so defiant.

“It’s a tragedy that a royal princess should be treated in such a terrible manner.”, said one of the sisters.

“It’s a tragedy how everyone is treated down here.” replied Romelle. Suddenly, they heard footsteps coming closer. Romelle recognized them. She had heard them so many time before, and with that the two heavy cell doors opened.

Lotor stood at the entrance of the cell, he was accompanied by ten royal guards. The two sisters ran to the corner, in back of the cell, holding each other in fear. Romelle did not, she was too dead inside to care anymore.

“Romelle, my fair beauty, do you not have a kiss for your new king?”, he asked, “I have finally disposed of my father.” She looked up and was shocked to see Zarkon’s crown on Lotor’s head, but she wasn‘t going to give him the satisfaction. She stood up bravely before him.

“Congratulations Lotor.”, she said sarcastically, “I’m sure you will be just as evil as your father.” Lotor laughed.

“I am ten times as evil as he was!”, he stated proudly, “Do you now what I had done with his body? I assure you it was most respectful, and dignified. It was a burial fit for a king. I sent his dead body to a cell full of prisoners who hadn’t eaten in almost a week. A fitting tribute, don’t you agree?”

“What do you want, Lotor?”, she asked with total disgust. Lotor slowly started to lean in towards her, and gently cupped his right hand under her chin. Her flesh began to crawl, she knew he was going to kiss her.

“Just this.”, he whispered, as he brought his lips closer to hers. Wham! He had taken his other hand and backhanded her instead. The force was so great, that she fell to the ground. She tried to get up, but he immediately kicked her in the stomach. She rolled on her back, and began crying in pain.

“You will get up when I order you to get up!”, he shouted, “For now you will stay down there like a dog!” The two sisters watched in horror as to what was happening.

“I realize that I had too much to drink last night!”, he began, shouting, “But did you really believe that you could get away with what you did to me?! If those scratches had been out of passion, I would have been pleased! But no one gets away with aggression towards me! Not my father, and sure as hell not you!”

In his egotistical mind, he couldn’t understand why she didn’t want him. Sure he would force himself upon her, and beat her, but she should have felt privileged to be intimate with him.

Of course he rarely beat his concubines, he rewarded them with gourmet food, expensive wine, and fine yet skimpy clothing. He beat Romelle because he hated her, he hated her for resembling his one true love. He didn’t even want her in his personal harem, though she wouldn’t have joined anyway.

“I’m tired of sharing my bed with a cheap copy.”, he said in disgust, “I shall soon have the real thing, and you will help me. Your reward will be that you get to live. I will sell you to a king, or even some lesbian queen, in the Drule empire. You are extremely beautiful, and you will fetch a high price. You will be the prize of some Drule leader. One might even take you as a bride. I’m sure that situation is better then the on you are in now.”

“Go fuck yourself, Lotor!”, shouted Romelle, “Allura hates you almost as much as I do! She would rather die then marry you. I will never help you try to ruin her. Either one of us would rather be touched by the slimiest robeast! Besides, you forgot about your groin. Remember, I kicked you pretty hard there. Is it so small that you didn‘t notice? You‘re not man enough for me, and I doubt you‘re man enough for Allura.”

He became furious. He bent down, grabbed her by her hair, and jerked her back up until she was standing again. He then took out his laser sword. He was going to end her miserable life, but then one of the sisters screamed in terror. He stopped, and looked at the two frightened women.

“Go ahead, end it! I’m not afraid to die! I welcome death, anything to end this hell!” she cried. However, her eyes were closed the whole time. She hadn’t realized what had just occurred.

“No, unfortunately I still need you alive.”, he said.

“Captain!”, he shouted.

“Yes my king!”, stated the captain as he began to salute.

“Bring those two over here.”, he ordered, “I think the princess needs to be taught a hard lesson."

A terrifying panic was felt by both Romelle and the two sisters. The captain pointed to two of his men, and then motioned towards the women in the corner. The two men grabbed the young women. They began to struggle as they were being brought to Lotor. They were crying, and kept begging for mercy. Romelle couldn’t stand to watch them suffer.

“By all that is Holy.”, she thought, “What have I done?”

“Give me your shackles!”, Lotor ordered one of the guards. He then grabbed Romelle, and chained her to a pipe that was aligned vertically against one of the cell walls.

“What are you going to do?”, Romelle cried. Lotor didn’t answer her.

“Captain!”, Lotor began, “Her royal highness is not be harmed an any way. She will only watch. In honor of my becoming king, I think you and your men deserve a special reward. I will be back in two hours. In that time you and your men are free to use these two lovelies for your own pleasures. I put no restrictions on you, you may be as rough as you like.”

The two women began to tremble in fear as both were virgins.

“Yes my lord.” stated the captain as he bowed towards Lotor, “You are a most generous leader.”

The captain and his men were more then pleased. The two women were beautiful, and the guards couldn’t wait to begin. With all of the tasks that they had to perform, it had been a long time.

“No!”, cried Romelle, “Please don’t do this! Let every guard, even the robot guards have me. Whip me till I bleed to death, or even feed me to the robeasts. Just spare them, they‘ve done nothing to you!”

“I’m sorry my pretty.”, stated Lotor smugly, “You should have worried about them before. At least you will have the comfort of knowing this is all of your fault.” He then turned to his guards.

“Make sure Romelle watches!”, he ordered, “You may take turns doing so. I don’t want anyone to not have his fair share of the other two. But I repeat, under no circumstance is the princess to be harmed or touched in any way. Any guard who does will have the same fate as my father, except while they are still alive.”

“Yes your highness.”, said the captain. He and his men watched their king leave the cell. The captain looked at Romelle.

“What a waste.”, he thought, “She is exquisite.” However, he knew Lotor would carry out his threat if anyone touched her.

“You!” he said pointing at one of the guards. “Take first watch of the princess, and remember Lotor’s orders.”

Romelle watched in horror as the two women had their clothes ripped off right in front of her. They began to scream, and begged the guards to stop. This only made the guards more excited.

The guards just stood around them for a while, admiring their young naked bodies. Two guards held the sisters’ arms behind their backs so they couldn’t cover themselves. They were like a pack wolves about to descend upon two lost lambs.

After couple of minutes of staring, and more foul sexual comments, they were more than eager to have their way with them. The sisters were thrown to the ground, and the guards began raping their two hapless victims. Romelle felt helpless. All she could do was be forced to watch.

She saw eighteen hands grouping, and touching every part of their bare skin. She listened in horror as the sisters were screaming, and crying.

As Lotor walked away from the cell, he could hear the two women screaming. He was quite pleased. He had finally taught that wench a lesson.

Those two hours seemed more like two days. Romelle watched as the guards were finishing with her cell mates. Their naked bodies were covered in blood. Some of the guards had used their belts to whip them. One girls was still crying, the other was dead. One of the guards had been too rough with her. The cell doors opened, and Lotor appeared.

“I trust everyone had a good time,” he said. He walked over to the two women, and noticed that one was dead.

“What happened here?”, he asked

“I’m afraid one of my men got a little too creative.”, the captain informed him, “He accidentally broke the poor girl’s neck.”

“Such loveliness.”, observed Lotor, “What a waste.”

“I’m sorry that Romelle killed your sister.”, he said to the other one. Romelle looked at Lotor, shocked by what he just said. Now she hated him even more. She didn’t think it was possible. He then turned to the captain.

“Release Romelle, and bring her to me.”, he ordered. The captain went over to Romelle, and released her from her bonds. He then brought her over to Lotor.

“I trust now that you will be more respectful.”, he told her. She didn’t look at him. She wanted to slap him, actually she wanted to kill him. However, anything she would try would surely mean death for the sister that had survived.

“Now, I am taking you to Haggar.”, he told her, “You are going to help me conquer Arus. And most important, you will help me in taking Allura for my bride.”

“What are you going to do with me?”, she asked as tears ran down her face.

“Don’t worry my dear.”, he said to her, “It won’t hurt, much. I promise you will not be physically harmed. Many would pay dearly to possess a woman of your beauty. I might even be able to trade you for a small moon.” They all began to leave the cell.

“Wait!”, started Romelle, “What about her?"

“What about her?”, asked Lotor.

“You can’t just leave her like this!”, she demanded, “She needs medical care, food, and clothing. This cell is freezing, especially the floor. Please Lotor, for once in your life show some mercy. You owe it to her.”

“You’re right.”, he told her, “She was kind enough to entertain my men. I will show her some mercy.”

He then grabbed a pistol from one of the guards, and shot the poor woman killing her instantly.

“You bastard!’, screamed Romelle, “I hate you! You will never defeat Voltron, or Arus. Allura will never marry you! I will not help you! I was only pretending to go along with it to protect that poor girl! Now she’s dead! You will get nothing from me!” The guards had to restrain her from attacking Lotor.

“Fool!”, he shouted, “I don’t need your cooperation. All you have to do is sit there and look pretty, that‘s all your good for anyway. Take her to Haggar‘s lab. I don‘t want any more to do with her right now.”

The guards began escorting her out of the cell as she fought them the whole way. Lotor began to laugh. Apparently he needed all ten guards.

“What do we do with the bodies of the two girls?”, asked the captain, “Shall we give them to the same prisoners who received your father’s body?”

“No, they‘ve eaten enough.”, said Lotor, “They have probably fattened up a little by now. Let the robeasts have them, the two dead girls and those live prisoners.”

“As you wish sire.”, he said while bowing to Lotor. Lotor smiled, his beloved Allura would soon be his.

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