(Warning:Be advised that this chapter is violent and does contain some non-consentual scenes!!!)
Prince Lotor landed his ship near the Castle of Lions. The foolish Princess had opened the doors wide for him.
His eyes narrowed. She and her foolish so-called prime minister would pay for their resistance to him. He opened a channel on his comm and ordered his fleet to move in and take over the planet.
He smirked. There would be many slaves enroute to Planet Doom tonight, and he would have a diversion as well - the famed beauty,Princess Allura. He wondered if she was as beautiful as all said she was. Well, soon he would find out.
Perhaps if she pleased him, he would let her live for awhile before he killed her. He sighed. He hoped so, for the longer he stayed away from Doom, the longer he would postphone his marriage to the Lady Merla.
Lotor walked down the long promanade that led into the Castle and watched impassively as two of his officers dragged a screaming and yelling Princess Allura(Author's note: remember, it's Rommelle, people!) out of the Castle to face him.
Rommelle faced him and spat, "You said you'd stop the attack!"
Lotor smirked and said, "I did, Princess-I didn't say we'd stop the invasion!"
She growled, "You bastard! You promised!"
Lotor jerked her up by the arm and said, "Don't expect any mercy from me, Princess, you should have surrendered long ago.I will teach you obedience and submission, Princess Allura." Rommelle's body jerked. She thought..he thinks I'm Allura!...
She started to say, "But I'm not Al-.."
He cut her off with a brutal kiss. The guards let her go, and Lotor scooped her up in his arms and carried her to his ship. As he did so, he yelled back at his men,"You know what to do, take all living beings as slaves. If there is any resistance-kill them."
Lotor walked up to his ship and entered, carrying a struggling Rommelle.
She yelled, "Put me down!" Lotor ignored her, carried her inside and opened his private chamber doors. They shut behind him as he dropped her roughly on his bed.
Rommelle immediately scrambled up and yelled, "No one takes me like this! You're an animal, Prince Lotor. I refuse!"
He smiled and then he slapped her, knocking back on the bed. He pinned her and kissed her hard. He then whispered, "You will learn to obey me, Allura."
Anger blazed from Rommelle's eyes. "I am not Allura!"
Lotor smiled, "You wear the crown, don't you? You said you were her when you contacted me.I know your description.Don't play games with me,Princess."
He kissed her again and again, his hands ripping at her dress.
Romelle screamed. She did not expect it to be like this! She had no control whatsoever. Lotor ignored her hands beating against him. He kept on, until she seemed to respond to him. Her hands stopped beating him and instead held him tightly. Her screams stopped and turned into sighs of pleasure. Lotor smirked and continued his possession of her. This Princess was, despite her prettiness, was just another woman.
Afterwards, she laid there, staring at the ceiling. She thought...god, he was good like Avok was.Then she thought angrily, He thought I was Allura! Hummph! I'm much better than she is! After all, I am the most beautiful woman on Pollux. But I will play along for now...he seemed pleased with me. I know he won't kill me. It's just a silly rumor that he kills his conquests. Maybe I can make him fall in love with me...Wouldn't that be funny!..
She felt Lotor stir and his arm wrapped tighter around her waist. Lotor's eyes opened and he saw her. He thought that maybe he could keep her for awhile until he got tired of her. She was pretty good, although he was disappointed that she was not a virgin. Somehow, he expected her to be. She was rather aggressive too, something he had not expected. Lotor rolled on top of Rommelle and kissed her.
He murmured, "Allura, I think I am ready for you again."
Rommelle smiled and said, "Yes, I can tell, lover."
Lotor frowned slightly. This just wasn't right somehow. Her responses to him were too coy, too practiced. He didn't know how they were wrong, he just had a sense of it.
He kept kissing her and she groaned, caressing his broad back. In her passion, she whispered, "God, I'm glad Allura's dead, so that I can have you."
Lotor jerked up and then grabbed a fistful of Rommelle's hair suddenly.
"What did you say?" The prince roared.
Rommelle gasped in pain. "I didn't...!! Ow!!"
Lotor pulled hard on her hair. "You said you're glad Allura's dead-You're not Allura, are you?"
Rommelle said, "Yes, I am..Owww!!"
He slapped her. "Don't lie to me, bitch!"
Rommelle feared for her life and said, "I won't.I-I'm not Allura.I'm her cousin Rommelle from Pollux. She's dead, or at least I think she is.Oooowwww!!!"
He slammed a fist into her side. He ground out, "How did she die?"
Rommelle hesitated. Lotor jerked her hair again. "Tell me, Rommelle, or I will do worse than this!"
She gasped, "Please, dont! I -I don't know if she's dead. I-I shot at her, but you attacked! I ran. I don't know if she's dead. She may be still in the castle-"
Lotor slapped her again. "No, she's not! If she had been, my men would have brought her to me-instead they bring you-an imposter, a silly slut!"
Rommelle flared, "I am not! I am the Princess of Pollux and I am much prettier than my silly cousin. I can give you so much."
Lotor grinned down at her and said, "You can't give me anything that you've given anyone else....and besides.." He chucked her chin. "You are no longer Princess of Pollux, because Pollux was destroyed a month ago!" Rommelle was shocked. Pollux gone? Her mother and father,Avok? No! Wait. A vague memory...surely she would have remembered!
She spat out, "You lie!"
Lotor slapped her again, cutting her lip. He said, "No, I'm not. I gave the order myself. It's space dust now!"
Tears fell from Rommelle's face. "You bastard..."
He lifted himself off her and put on a pair of pants. Rommelle just lay there in frozen shock. No more Pollux. No more home. No Avok.
Lotor grabed her by the arm and said, "Now, Rommelle, you will pay for decieving me, and you will pay for trying to harm what was to be mine. I wanted Allura, not some used-up slut like you. I think I have a purpose for you after all."
Lotor dragged a naked Rommelle outside of his cruiser. Rommelle cringed in terror. What would he do?
She begged as a last resort. "Please Lotor, I know I've pleased you, I know I can again. Please let me show you."
He looked down on her in contempt. He said coldly, "You, my dear, were simply a release for me, nothing more, nothing less.Don't worry, you will have ample opportunity to please."
He called to one of his officers. "Lt. Ar'on, come here!"
The officer did. Rommelle couldn't help to notice that he kept staring at her body.
Lotor smirked, "I know you officers are doing a good job here.Take her. She is rather good. Pass her around. I wish to share her as a reward."
The officer's eyes lit up with lust as Lotor pushed her at him. As the officer carried her away kicking and screaming, Lotor said, "If she is alive when all of you are finished with her, bring her back to me."
The officer said, "Yes, my lord, " and carried her off to where the officers fleet ship was.
(*AN: Okay, if you've read my fanfic Redeemed and The Damned on my page, you know that I paired up Allura and Zarkon....so don't be suprised about this following chapter. I think this is probably the most unique portrayal of Coran on a fanfic. Goes to show how warped I've become! Anyway, his basic personalty hasn't changed, I just wanted to add a little torment to the poor man! Anyway, here tis..tfl)
Coran and Allura were hiding in the caves underneath the castle. Coran had found the secret room that Alfor had built years ago. The room was furnished comfortably and had a water source and food supply. They could stay here in safely for awhile until it was all over - if it ever would be.
He placed Allura on the double bed in the sleeping area and looked at the cut in her forehead. It didn't look too deep but he knew he needed to treat it. He got up and retrieved the medkit from the bath and treated her wounds. She moaned as he did so. He said gently, "Princess,it's all right.I am here.I will take care of you." And although his words were like what a father might say to a daughter, his thoughts were anything but fatherly.
He couldn't help but notice how the nightgown molded to the curves of her body. He ran his hand down the curve of her hip and his arm shook. He remembered how she looked that day when he saw her bathing in the woods and he hated himself for it. He touched her face gently and stroked her cheek. His eyes travelled down her body and again he cursed himself. He placed his hands gently on her breasts and could feel their heat coming through the thin material of the nightgown. His hands curved naturally around them and he cursed himself for enjoying the feel of them in his hands, but he did. She was a woman, not a little girl, and he knew it and cursed himself again for his desire. He felt like a fiend.
He tried to remember her as she was asa child, but he couldn't...he couldn't.
She stirred slightly and she moaned. An errant thought passed through his head and he wondered how she would be if they were together-He turned away in shame but couldn't dispell the picture of her with him, her arms around him, her lips against his own, her legs -- With a groan, he rolled on top of her, careful not to hurt her, kissing her lips and gently touching her breasts.
She moaned again and he wondered what she would sound like-would she be like Rommelle-agressive and wild? He didn't think so. She would soft and feminine as she was now, yeilding, giving as he had seen her with Akira.
He wanted her soft hands on his skin and her hair in his hands, the thick waves spilling over like a river over his fingers. He kissed her neck and smelled the scent of her and whispered, "I love you, Allura.God help me..I do."
He knew he had to stop this madness, but he didn't want to. He wanted to go on and quench this desire in him. His hands slid under her nightgown and touched her bare skin. Again, his hands trembled. God, she felt like silk under his hands! His lips travelled, seeking, finding, exploring. He held her, not wanting this to end and cursing himself for his weakness. He was cursed and damned.
She moaned again and he stopped. He rolled off of her and held her by her waist, her nightgown riding up her legs, his hand upon her skin.
He whispered, "Allura, I love you." He squeezed her waist, bringing her close and then he kissed her mouth - warm and soft. In her sleep, she responded and her hands reached up and touched his thick hair. He pressed against her, molding his body to her own. He kissed her again and she responded again. He was overjoyed until she whispered,"Keith...?"
He drew back and let go of her. He trembled again. No. He wouldn't do this. He couldn't take advantage of her. It would be so easy-but he cared for her. He loved her and he didn't want to hurt her or see her hurt. Coran pulled away completely and pulled her nightgown decently over her again. He took the covers and laid them over her, tucking her in as he sometimes did when she had been a child. He got up, went to the bath and got a small washcloth and wetted it down with cold water. He came back and placed it gently on her forehead. He gazed at her and stroked her face again. He sat in the chair next to her bed, his head in his hands, a man posessed by his own demons.