Note: This work of fanfiction is rated R to NC17 for violence, adult language, rape, and major character death. Although not graphic in nature, those under the age of 17 should not read. You have been warned.All characters (excluding those created by the author) are copyrighted by World Events Productions.
Lotor walked through Castle Doom. He was looking for the captain of the royal guard. He finally found him in the mines whipping lazy slaves who were having trouble getting motivated enough to work.
“Captain.”, Lotor began, “I believe that you and your men have been working very hard, yet you probably feel under appreciated. I feel the same way. Therefore I believe that we deserve some special form of relaxation. Get eight of you hardest working men, and meet me in the dungeon. We are going to pay a very special visit to Princess Romelle, and her cell mates. They will satisfy all of our sexual desires tonight. I may also partake in the princess’s cell mate, but remember, only I may have the privilege of the princess.”
“Of course, your highness.”, said the captain, “I’m sure my men and I will be satisfied with the other two, and we would be honored to share them with you.”
“Good.”, said Lotor, “I will meet you and your men there in an hour. You may bring anything you wish, no matter how perverted you think it might be.
Lotor then let out a sigh. Once again he was going to force himself on Romelle, instead of making love to Allura.
“I will have you, Allura!”, he shouted, “You will be mine! That I guarantee!”
Broken hearted, he then headed for the dungeon.
“Someday my beloved.”, he thought, “Someday.”
THE END