Allura Does Arus

Five multi-colored lions sat in the middle of what use to be a town square. Lance’s message sounded urgent and Pidge, Keith, and Allura had arrived as quickly as they could. Hunk now led them through the streets, taking them to where Lance was waiting. He hadn’t said much about what they had found. It seemed as though Hunk’s voice had been stripped away from him.

“Hunk, what’s going on?” Keith asked as they ran through the streets.

“Yeah, don’t keep us in the dark,” Pidge said breathlessly.

“We’re almost there,” Hunk replied. He didn’t say anything else, despite the questions coming from his teammates.

The group had traversed halfway across town into what use to be a suburban-like neighborhood. Many of the homes where completely destroyed, though a few still stood. The damage ranged from a few cracked walls to barely burning embers. Hunk led the group through one of the still standing homes. What use to be a home full of laughter and joy, was replaced by a cold emptiness. The feeling caused Allura to shiver.

The group made their way into a child’s bedroom where Lance was lying on the floor at the foot of the bed, his helmet resting on the bed.

“This is no time to take a nap, Lance,” Pidge joked.

Lance looked up, a grim look on his face.

“What’s wrong?” asked Allura.

“We found a survivor,” Lance answered. "It’s a small girl."

Lance stood up and faced his friends. “She’s in some kind of shock. She won’t come out from under the bed. She won’t answer when I talk to her. She just lies there, shaking. The only response I do get out of her is when she backs away if I try to get close to her.”

“We need to get a medical team out here right away,” Keith stated.

“Coran has already sent them. They’ll be here in twenty minutes.”

“Should we just wait until they arrive?” Pidge asked.

“I think we should keep trying to get her to come out,” Allura injected. “It’ll make the medical crew’s job easier if we can get her out before they arrive.”

“Agreed,” Keith said.

“Well, she won’t come out for me,” Lance remarked. “Any of you want to give it a try?”

“Maybe she’ll come out for someone a little more her size,” Hunk suggested.

Pidge removed his helmet and gloves then lay down beside the bed. Looking under it, he could make out the form of a little girl about the age of four. Ever so slowly, he moved his way towards the underside of the bed.

“Hey there,” he said in soft tones. “My name is Pidge, what’s yours?”

The girl only responded by looking in his direction.

“It’s ok to come out now. The monster is gone.” Pidge moved a little more under the bed. The girl backed herself away, her feet bumping the wall behind her. Her shaking increased and Pidge could see how upset he was making her. As slowly as before, he backed out from under the bed.

“It’s no use, she won’t come out,” he said.

“What are we gonna do?” asked Hunk. “The medical team will only scare her more if they try to pull her out from under there.”

“Perhaps we should take a different approach,” Keith suggested.

“Like what?” asked Lance.

“Perhaps, she’ll respond to a more motherly influence,” he said, eyeing Allura.

Taking the hint, Allura pulled off her helmet and gloves then got on her hands and knees beside the bed.

Pidge’s eyes found their way to Allura’s backside. He remembered her lying on the bed in the village and how beautiful she looked. As he looked upon her now, he imagined her wearing only those small panties, enticing him to move in behind her and slide his developing manhood into her warm body. His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of someone being smacked. He turned to see Lance rubbing the back of his head. A small grin was fighting to break loose on Keith’s face.

Allura, all too aware that she was giving the men on her team an eye full, focused her mind back to the task at hand. The young girl was huddled at the head of the bed, pressed as far back as she could go.

“It’s ok, no one can harm you now,” Allura assured her. Allura’s soft voice invoked a reaction from the little girl. “I won’t let anyone hurt you. I’ll keep you safe.”

Slowly, Allura inched her way towards the girl and held her hand out to the little girl.

“It’s ok, just take my hand,” Allura enticed her. Allura’s hand finally reached the girl’s. As gently as she could, Allura grasped the child’s hand in hers and merely held it, giving the frightened child reassurance that she wasn’t going to hurt her.

The men of the Voltron Force felt like they had waited an eternity when Allura raised herself off the floor holding the child. With the child clutching tightly to her, Allura carried her outside where the medical team had been waiting. Because the child was so frightened, Allura opted to ride back to the castle in the medical transport, relying on Blue Lion to be brought back using remote control. Several hours later, the five heroes, along with Coran and Nanny sat outside a room in the medical wing awaiting news from the doctor.

“How is she, Dr.?” asked Allura.

“Aside from a few scratches and bruises, she in perfect health,” answered Dr. Gorma. “From what you described of the city, I’m frankly amazed that she survived.”

“Well, we did find her hiding under a bed,” Lance added.

“That may very well have saved her life.” Dr. Gorma paused for a moment. “Unfortunately, the child has been emotionally traumatized. Whatever attacked that town sent the poor child into emotional and mental lockdown. She barely responds to stimuli and when she does, it’s usually in a manner which indicated fear or terror. It’s almost as though she’s waiting for whatever attacked her home to come back and finish the job.”

Everyone stood in silence, but everyone felt pain and anger.

“May I go and see her?” asked Allura.

“Yes, but don’t expect much. She’s still in shock. I’ve got to make my rounds then I will check in on her before her bedtime.” Silently, Dr. Gorma left the group to check on his other patients. Allura, eager to see the child again, entered her room alone.

“So what do we do now?” asked Pidge.

“We wait,” answered Hunk. “We have to hope that the little girl will come around and tell us what happened.”

“We don’t have time for that, Hunk,” said Lance. “Whatever did this is bound to do it again. We have to get out there and find it.”

“But we don’t even know what we’re looking for,” said Hunk.

“Now hold on guys,” Keith interjected. Everyone stopped and looked to him. “Let’s think about this for a second. What could attack and destroy one village and two cities during the night? Would could have the kind of power, the kind of ferocity, the kind of evil that would be required to do this?”

“One of Haggar’s robeasts,” said Pidge.

“A robeast is as big as Voltron, how hard is that to spot?” Lance stated.

“Exactly,” said Keith. “I say we do what Lance suggested, we get the lions and patrol the planet. From the air, we will be able to spot the robeast before it can attack again.”

“Great idea!” said Pidge.

“Hunk, Lance and I will go out on patrol. Pidge, I need you to stay in the control room.”

“Why can’t I go out with you guys?”

“I need someone to stay and coordinate the search and you’re the best person for the job.”

“Ok,” Pidge said disappointed.

“Besides, someone has to stay with Allura and let us know if the girl starts coming around,” Lance said.

Pidge perked up at knowing that Allura was going to be staying behind as well.

“Come on, we’re wasting daylight,” Hunk said eagerly.

“Right, let’s get going team.”

Lance, Hunk and Keith ran out of the medical wing and headed to the control room. Pidge’s mind filled with thoughts of Allura. Quietly as possible, Pidge entered the young girl’s room to inform Allura of the plan the guys came up with.

As the Voltron Force scoured the planet in search of the robeast, Lotor impatiently planned his next attack on Arus.

Sitting behind a desk in his private chambers, Lotor addressed three officers, each a captain of a Doom warship.

“The robeast will distract Voltron long enough for your respective battleships to attack your appointed targets. Once the robeast is defeated, Voltron will have to break up into his five lions in order to counter your attacks,” Lotor instructed.

“With all due respect, your highness,” spoke one of the captains. “If you anticipate the robeast being defeated, what good will our attacks do?”

Lotor felt anger and rage towards the captain. “How dare you question my strategy!”

“I meant no disrespect, sire!” The captain began to shake nervously.

Not in any mood to deal with insubordinate officers, Lotor reached into his desk and pulled out a laser pistol. Without a word, he mercilessly shot the captain in the head then returned the pistol to the desk.

Calm once again, Lotor addressed the other two frightened captains. “Voltron is too strong as one being, however, the lions are weakest when they are separate. Your attacks will force the lions to separate, allowing me the opportunity to attack and kidnap Princess Allura.”

The meeting was interrupted by a cloud of smoke that appeared between Lotor’s desk and the two remaining captains. As Haggar appeared, the two captains, Lotor and a fourth voice, muffled, began coughing.

“Why does everyone do that when I appear?” Haggar asked.

“Because normal people can’t breathe smoke, you old Hag,” Lotor answered through teary eyes.

Haggar grinned sadistically. “I need to speak with you, Lotor.”

“Leave us,” Lotor said as he waved away his two captains. “Oh, and inform Captain Filhick’s first officer that he just got promoted.”

The two captains left Lotor’s chambers, followed by two androids dragging the third captain’s limp body. Lotor waited for the door to close before addressing Haggar.

“What did you want, old witch?” Lotor asked as he settled backwards in his chair.

“I came to inform you that King,” Haggar stopped as she rounded Lotor’s desk. She was shocked and disgusted to find Lotor naked from the waist down.

A slave girl from Lotor’s harem was kneeling on the floor, wearing only a small black thong. Her head was bobbing up and down on Lotor’s swollen manhood, which was too big for her tiny mouth. She was only able to take in three quarters of it before her gag reflexes were triggered. One of her hands slowly massaged Lotor’s scrotum while her other hand stimulated the small, sensitive nub between her own legs.

Lotor stared at Haggar, as though oblivious to the harem girl. “Well, spit it out witch. What about my father?”

Haggar came back to her senses. “Shouldn’t you dismiss your little play-thing first, Lotor?”

“Why, she won’t repeat anything you tell me.” Lotor looked down at the poor woman. “Will you, my dear?”

With her mouth filled with Lotor’s member, she mumbled a barely coherent “no, master.”

With a grin of satisfaction, Lotor looked back up at Haggar.

“I came to inform you that your father knows of the robeast that you sent to Arus. He’s furious that you disobeyed his orders to leave Arus alone.”

“And just how did my father learn of the robeast? I thought it was sent under the tightest of security.”

“Perhaps you have a traitor in your court, sire.”

“Yes, perhaps I do,” Lotor eyed Haggar suspiciously. “Just what are you up to, Haggar?”

“Up to, your highness…I’m not up to anything. King Zarkon knew about the robeast before I met with him. That was why he summoned me.”

Lotor had a hard time believing Haggar’s story. But there wasn’t much for him to use against her. “For now,” he thought to himself, “I’ll play along with her until I can find out what she’s really got planned.”

“Very well,” Lotor said to Haggar. “I’ll look into this matter personally. If there is a traitor, I will have their head on a platter.”

“Very good, my prince; In the meantime, the robeast has the Voltron Force scrambling to find it before it attacks again.”

Lotor suddenly reached down and grabbed a handful of the harem girl’s hair. Emotionlessly, he started pushing and pulling her head faster, forcing her to take more of his manhood than what her mouth could accommodate. Frightened beyond belief, she tried not to throw up and focused all her might on merely sucking on the prince.

“Is there any evidence that could lead the Voltron Force to the robeast?” asked Lotor, blatantly ignoring the discomfort of his slave girl.

“No,” Haggar said confidently. “The robeast devours the bodies of its victims. It doesn’t leave anyone behind.”

“Good.” Lotor thought for a moment. “What about the spell you placed on Allura? Is she ready for me to acquire her?”

“Be patient, my prince. The spell is affecting the princess, but only slightly. The true strength of my magic is about to reveal itself and then she will be yours. You just need to wait a little while longer.”

“I’m sick of waiting, Haggar.” As anger filled Lotor once more, he adversely took it out on the harem girl, being rougher as he forced her mouth onto him.

“Trust me, Lotor. It will be worth the wait.” With those parting words, Haggar disappeared in another cloud of smoke.

Temporarily distraught from coughing, Lotor let go of the harem girl, who reflexively pushed herself to the floor, gasping for breath. Lotor was still angry as the smoke cleared. He wanted Allura and he wanted her now. He stood up and pushed his chair away so hard that it crashed into the wall behind him. The harem girl, still on the floor coughing and gasping, looked up and saw the anger in Lotor’s eyes. Even more frightened than before, she tried to crawl away. Lotor was faster and stronger. He grabbed her pulled her to him. He spoke as though she wasn’t really there, though his actions showed otherwise.

“I’m the prince of the greatest empire in the galaxy,” he said as he threw the girl against his desk. He grabbed her hands, pulled them behind her back and forced her to bend over the desk. The young girl started to cry as her face was smashed on the top of the furniture. Holding her wrists together with one hand, Lotor used the other to rip the tiny thong off her body.

“Being a prince, I deserve to have a princess.” Lotor kicked the girl’s legs apart, exposing her to his manhood. The girl knew that if her mouth was too small to take him fully, her vagina wasn’t going to be able to take all of him either. She knew that Lotor didn’t care if she could or couldn’t.

“Instead, I’m forced to entertain myself with sub-standard female slaves.” Without much regard for the girl’s feelings or body, Lotor grabbed his manhood firmly and forced it into the harem girl’s rectum.

The girl cried out in sheer pain as Lotor forced himself into her, begging and pleading for him to stop. Lotor didn’t listen. Mentally, he was elsewhere. Detached from what he was doing to the girl. In his head, it was Allura who was beneath him. “I’ve been neglected for too long,” he spoke. “The princess of Arus shall be mine, one way or another.”

Lotor thrusted himself in and out of her anus and blood began to cover his manhood as he forced her body to stretch. The harem girl was in tears. Her mind couldn’t comprehend the over-load of pain that filled her as Lotor raped her.

The girl’s crying and screaming brought Lotor back to the present. The fact that she was pleading for mercy; an act that he deemed to be treason infuriated him. He reached up and grabbed a hand full of hair and yanked hard, lifting her face off the desk. “How dare you defy my pleasure. You exist only to pleasure me. If you can’t do that, then I shall find someone who can.”

The girl’s cries did nothing to deter Lotor, he merely increased the ferocity of his attack. It didn’t take long for him to reach climax, his seed shooting forth into the young woman’s rectal cavity. As soon as Lotor pulled himself out of her, she slumped to the floor. Tears continued to flow from her eyes, but her voice was gone, lost from her earlier screams. The doorway to Lotor’s chambers opened and two androids entered.

“Remove this filth from my sights,” Lotor said, pointing towards the girl. “And have her properly disposed of.”

If Lotor’s words had any effect on the girl, it did not show. She did not resist as the two robots lifted her nude and violated body off the floor. Nor did she twitch as they carried her across the room and out the door. Lotor didn’t bother to watch as the harem girl was removed. Once used to fulfill his needs, such trash was no longer his concern. Instead, he focused his thoughts on the bath in which his other servants would be preparing for him and the subsequent thoughts of having Allura all to himself.