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Everything was hurting…
The lights were laringly bright and opening my eyes would only add more fuel to my raging headache, but my need to work out where I am was crucial. Waking up on a metal bed, in pain, doesn't normally mean something good had happened.
Just a cracking them open to see what was directly around me should be enough. So I opened my eyes but the lights were way too bright and blinded me making it almost impossible see anything anyways. Whoever keeps the lights on that bright , anywhere, is a real tool. The only thing I could make out was the silhouette of another person and with my luck I know I'm hella screwed.
Then fate reared its ugly head and proved me right when they started talking …
“So nice of you to join us former blue paladin, feeling well rested I hope. You're quite the cunning one you know? You managed to get your old red paladin out of the way in the nick of time. To bad you weren't smart enough to get yourself out too, but considering who you are it is quite the miracle you could even think. Truly it is a tragedy, as the rouge red would’ve held useful information about the blade. You yourself though, on the other hand, are quite useless to me especially with the clone doing his job. I don't really need the information you might have. Besides the paladins don't trust you with much anyways based on what I've seen through his eyes. But no matter! Beggars can't be choosers.”
...oh mY GOD! It's lotor! Rouge red...oh god did he mean Keith!? Is he ok? What does he mean by clone!?
... take a deep breath Lance. He just said you got Keith out of the way. He's fine don't dwell on that... The clone on the other hand is... I could just ask what happened couldn't I? Oh yeah smart idea Lance. He's definitely going to answer you-
This bitch just stabbed my neck! I opened my eyes wider in a frenzy, at least I had gotten somewhat used to the brightness. I tried to look for whatever it was but my head was being held in place by something so I settled for a side glare at Lotor, and apparently that creep hadn't moved an inch since I first saw him. Then after a minute of staring I saw it! That prick had a freaking syringe in his hands! Good god I hope I have some time to figure out an escape route before the stuff kicks in.
Speaking of time, how long has it been since I got here? It's so cold and at this rate I might freeze to death before then. How’d I even get into this mess?
...I can't remember what happened…
That's not the most important part right now! I need to get out!
Then something touched my leg. I tried to move away thinkint it was this creep but my hands and legs were being held down. I looked down to see some purple fleshy thing coming through the holes on the metal bed I was lying on! Son of a quiznaking quiznack! Whatever the hell that is it feels so gross! Good god...why am i sweating so much? I swear I was just complaining about possibly dying from the cold now it’s too HOT. Whoever just turned on the heater is a real piece of work! God I'mma fu-
“You know paladin of voltron. I may not have a use for you information wise, but you being a paladin, in itself, is quite the bonus I could just make you into my trophy. A symbol of….a symbol of...mockery? Yes that seems right. A sign to the rest of voltron and its allies about how powerless they really are if a paladin can be broken in. Such a shame really that they wouldn't have anything of you left to really go back with even if they saved you, at least not mentally. Not that they could get you back without forming voltron. Why voltron is practically done for! No way to save you. A paladin at the mercy of the Galran empire. Quite the plan isn't it paladin? Unintentional but a plan nonetheless.”
…..That idiot thinks that plan of his is actually gonna work? I knew his brain was clouded by evil but I didn't know his brain was also clouded in stupidity. Freaking Keith would just take his spot back on voltron and everything would be fine! Who cares if they save me as long as mama and the rest of my family's safe. I mean come on Lotor that's your game plan? Supposed genius and future Galran leader and that's all you can seem to come up with? I opened my my mouth to say something but something touched my ear. I tried to turn my head but whatever was holding down my neck squeezed and I couldn't move away without choking!
“Quite the situation you're stuck in aren't red pala-”
“Lotor what heck is holding me down you crazed maniac!” my voice was raspy from the squeeze and not using my voice since i woke up. While I was freaking out I couldn't hear him talking because like any living being I was panicking. I tried to pull at my restraints but he started talking again and I needed to know what was happening.
“Well if you hadn't rudely interrupted me I would have been able to tell you. But seeing as the creature is starting to get impatient we'll talk as it works not that you'll need to know anything after this anyways.”
“I swear Lotor once I get my hands on you I'll-”
“Ohh…”
The thing that was touching my ear started to wiggle its way inside. Good god the way it felt was so slimy and...
Abrupt pov change
Lance licked his lips unconsciously at the feeling. It twisted and twisted till it got to it's goal, where it started pushing things around.
“ What is it doing? It felt so strange but it was sooo…. good~.” He couldn't even focus. Which caused him to start freaking out as he attempted to will himself into focusing on anything but the pleasure. Come up with a plan of escape; anything. But the second he tried, it pulled away from him as the thing inside his brain, made him focus on the voice that started to talk to him.
“Dear little kitten it must have hurt? Having your existence overlooked by your friends for so long. Being used only when it benefited them. Awful aren't they? You want to stay here don't you? Where you'll noticed. Taken care of. You love the thought of it. Don't deny it.”
The thing in his ear felt like it was pulling something away from Lance as he began to think of all the ways that wasn't true.”
What? No! Hunk was always such a sweetheart to him….he...he..who? No no keep going! What about Pidge no matter how weird Lance got they would always...always… find.. find what? No no what's happening!?
Then the voice starts talking again.
“They wouldn't even tell you the most rudimentary of things. Even things you would need to know in emergencies. Dangerous isn't it? Think of all the things that could've gone wrong. Of course it makes sense though doesn't it? What's better? Weak link of a red paladin gets caught and reveals all potentially incriminating voltron escape routes, or them not telling you and you simply dying with no information dump as you're cast away? Your comrades thought your life wasn't worth it did they. You don't need them. You can just be taken care of here. Just listen to what I tell you and you'll never be sad. You'll be safe. You want that. You do. Tell the truth. You know you want that from me.”
The tentacle swished to a different part of his head and he was suddenly filled with fear.
Emergencies? What emergencies? I'm scared! What's happening!? I don't! I don't want to get hurt! No someone save me! I don't want to! That's awful! Why would someone not tell him how how to stay safe!? Do they want him to get hurt!? Was it because he screwed up sometimes!? That's just cruel! They were supposed to to be friends! Right!? But...friends? He...didn't understand what was happening! This person can keep him safe? He just needs to stay...stay...
“Doesn't feel good to think about it does it kit? Don't worry Kitten I'll make them go away. The people who made you hurt so much. So scared. I'll keep you safe. I'll pay attention to you. Give you the attention you crave like you want right kitten? You don't need to think anymore just let go.”
Thus the thing inside his head swished again, and the second the voice started talking to him he was filled with so much relief it was like the string pulling tight inside his brain snapped. He was filled with so much joy it turned into literal pleasure. Oh yes he wanted that! He wanted to be this happy forever. The voice made him feel so good. So so so good. Forever. He wanted this forever.
So he yelled it as loud as he could so the voice could hear him
Yes! Please! I want to be kept by you! I'll do whatever you want just-
“Shhh~Don't worry Kitten. I heard you loud and clear~.”
If Lance had been just been a just little more lucid he would've seen the ugly smirk morph the “voice’s” face.
Something clicked in Lance’s head and he felt so much pleasure well up inside him. He could feel the tears well up and slide down his face.
Whoever had been talking to Lance began stroking his hair. He couldn't really think straight or begin to truly process what the voice said or even what he himself said after he started crying except the voice telling him if he didn't listen to his beloved master it would hurt again. He didn't want it to hurt not when he felt so good. He needed to listen to master. Once he gave himself over to that thought the pleasure was so deep inside him that it was making his groin pulse in time with the swishing in his head. Yes. He wants this. Forget them. He doesn't need the people who “hurt” him.
Then the thing in his head chose that moment to swirl around more and the thought was gone, not that it mattered. Yes! Oh how good it felt! His mind went completely fizzled ouy and ceased working at any higher function other than processing the cascading pleasure.
He started drooling, moaning louder having absolutely no control, like his brain was shutting off, and he loved every moment of it. Begging for it not to stop was all he could manage to moan out. The thing in his head pulling and twisting other things in there and then one particular prick in his head made him see white. He felt so sticky, happy, and just at peace, complete even. Whatever it was made it so easy for him to just keep floating. Like the mental block that made him always want to cling as long he could disappeared.
Something had began to push into his mouth in that moment and in his state of euphoria he just let it. It secreted such a sweet liquid and he just swallowed and swallowed. The thing in his head running around to change the basic functions of his brain made him so hungry for it. He couldn't stop drinking it even after his stomach started to protrude from the copious amounts it fed him. But then it pushed down his throat down his esophagus into his gut and started rearranging things inside him there too. The hunger didn't cease and he wanted more. To be sated to feel full. He mouthed at the one already inside hoping there was a way to get more onto his tongue, so he could taste it. The creature noticed, or was it master? He hopes it was his beloved master and so another one made its way into his mouth, albeit smaller, but it still secreted the liquid for him to drink. It pushed its way to the underside of the first one along his tongue to to let him taste it as the liquid flowed down his throat from the the angle his head was in. He was so hungry! He never want to stop drinking the fluids. His lips stretched thin as his eyes rolled back consuming almost copious amounts. He didn't even notice the fact he wasn't on the metal table anymore.
He was brought back to semi lucidity as the hand stroking his cheek stopped doing so and moved away to guide another set of… tentacles? To each of his nipples. They were placed onto them and began to suck them so strongly it started to hurt! No he was promised it wouldn't hurt anymore! He wanted to tell the voice to make it stop! As he went to struggle the one in his head made the pain fade away. His boobs started to feel so indescribably good~ He was constantly floating now as the tentacles on his nipples started to poke something inside of them. They felt all tingly as he felt them begin to stretch and fill. When he tried to look down,despite how little he could, he couldn't see over them anymore. His boobies were so plump and large. He felt the urge to touch them but was forced to stop that line of thought as more of the delicious fluid filled his mouth.
His master chose this moment to start talking to him again. He couldn't quite catch it though, at least not on his own. The tentacle in his head started feeding him all needed to know to feel happy and safe with his new master. He was just a little dumb cock slut now. He only needed to live his life for his master's pleasure. Master’s beautiful words were all he needed to be made happy and fulfilled. This was all he needed to be; full of all the things master wanted him to be full of because master wanted them to be. Full now as they made him better for master. He didn't need to make decisions just follow his master’s will. He only needs master’s come and wonderful penis inside him to complete him. To fill the void inside him from all the parts of his life when master wasn't there to fill it. His beloved master began to stroke his tummy and that alone was enough to give him his strongest orgasm.
By this point he was out of cum and as if on cue a tentacle forced its way down his urethra and went in until it hit his prostate. Stabbing into to it and changing it just as the rest of his organs were being changed. Changing how it worked and what it did. After sometime of just constant wiggling and dry orgasms a second one was added stretching his slit wider. This time it went all the way down to his bladder and filled it with liquid that made him itch and want to pee. It started to burn as he filled and swelled with it just like his stomach had. He was bawling by this point, so uncomfortable. No amount of brain swishing was fixing it. He was tugging at the tentacles holding down his hands. Digging his nails into them in hopes they would let go only for them to pull tighter making it start hurting there too and and he cried harder practically screaming, tears and drool was everywhere pooling down his cheeks and neck.
*sigh* “little kitten you were being so good too. I guess it was to much to ask wasn't it kitten? Can't stay good for your master? Your master only asks one thing from you yet you can't even do it? Useless. Such a bad kit. You've disappointed me”
At these words Lance was kicking his feet and trying reach his hands to pull at master. To beg for forgiveness from his beloved master, his savior. But he couldn't move and the tentacles were cutting off blood flow and making his wrists chafe and bruise.
“Shh shh kitten let's speed this up and then we're done for today. Yes it'll be alright. We'll fix the rest of you later.”
Master put his hands over Lance’s in comfort before pulling away and grabbing the strangest looking tentacle as it was a different color from the rest, hollow, and oozing a strange liquid that smelled like the stuff that he was drinking. Master showed it to him and lowered it down to his butt where master spread his cheeks and placed the tentacle right over his hole. It was instantaneous as it suctioned itself right to it and began to send a bunch of little tentacles into him. They wiggled and pushed their way inside and quickly found his prostate, swiftly messaging it. More quickly wormed their way into the side of his walls as if they were needles and started to push things inside. The brain Swisher finally made the pain receptors stop working in the area seemingly having figured out how to make his overly stuffed bladder stop being so uncomfortable and to change the feeling into pleasure. The relief was instantaneous as Lance was finally able to go slack and and the tentacles around his wrists loosened letting blood flow back into his hands. His tears had switched to those of joy and relief as they continued to flow down his cheeks.
He kept dry coming as time passed in a blurr. Minutes maybe hours? It didn't matter none of it hurt anymore he was in a constant haze. The tentacles constantly dumping more and more of that precious liquid master provided for him.
Then the tentacles all swelled up and blew one last burst of liquid into his holes and withdrew. Letting everything inside him leak out. His bladder being the messiest as it all came rushing out at once. Every moment of the liquid rushing out of his bladder felt as though he was coming long and hard as it continued long after the tentacle in his his brain had stopped moving. His eyes squeezed shut as he twitched uncontrollably from the stream of piss stimulating him. When he was finally done he was so so tired and he just couldn't hold his eyes open anymore. He was lowered to the table again as he heard his master laughing but was asleep before he could even bother to think about it.