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My Goddess	By : KlebKat Category: +S to Z > Voltron Views: 5086 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Voltron, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title: My Goddess (1)

By: KlebKat

Beta: No Beta

Paring: Lotor/Nanny

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Unusual coupling, AU, OOCness, Simi-noncon.

Summery: During a night on Arus, Doom launches a surprise attack on the Castle of Lions and succeeds in infiltrating it, capturing hostages and one hostage in particular for an even more peculiar reason.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Voltron, WEP does. <..> I really wanted to own Lotor...

A/N: I’m assuming that Nanny showed up shortly after Lotor as I haven‘t seen the series for some time now. So if I’m wrong, I’m sorry. Also, I don’t remember if Nanny had long or short hair, so I decided to make it long.

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At first, everything was blurry, then her eyes began to adjust slowly, making out in time that she was laying in something smooth, soft, and wonderful. With a groan, Nanny tried to focus on the strange, dark object above her as her other senses awoken. Soon, she realized that she was resting in a red silk canopy bed.

She turned her head slightly to look out into the room, noticing now that it was pleasantly warm but she was a little hot in her brown, cotton dress and old Earth English fashion lady boots. The room, after further evaluation, was rich in exotic rugs and furniture; and she recognized some of the rooms attire as very expensive and from planets such as Xavier, Galon, and Perm. Where was she?

Nanny tried to move, a sudden movement to sit up, but pain pulsed throughout the back of her skull and she fell back to lie on the cool, silk like surface. “Why is my head hurting?“ She turned on to her side, thrusting out her legs and sat up as slowly as she could to avoid the harsh pain. Once sitting, Nanny tried to think back to what had happened, to what had caused her pain.

“I was in the kitchen, helping the chefs and servants cook,” she recited to herself, “then the alarms blared on, I remember because I was standing right under it when it went off.” Nanny looked at the room again, the vibrant red and gold reflecting beautifully in the torch like light that illuminated the room brightly. But despite its beauty, there was something wrong about it. There was no room in the palace that looked liked this, and she had been to every single room within the recent few months.

“We went through the drills, and I made sure everyone made it to the safe rooms before I raced to the command room to check on Allura...ALLURA!"

Nanny jumped up, knowledge of her pain gone till it doubled in force. She sat back down on the bed, holding her neck. “Oh, I do hope the princess is alright.”

The Castle of Lions had been stormed by Doom soldiers, their ships able to breach the planets satellite security defense system by using some sort of new Doomain stealth technology. She had made it to the control room, only to be briefed on these few known things before Lotor and his soldiers had burst in, destroying half the wall with the last security locked door. The only door out of the control room.

Nanny sobbed into her hands, her little Allura. She was going to protect her, to stand between the Prince of Doom and Allura, but everything had went black, now she figured that she had been knocked out, probably with a laser riffle. Now that she, and most likely the Voltron Force and Arus by now, were prisoners of war. What would become of her and most importantly, the princess?

She tried standing again and was relived that she could stand with minimal discomfort. After another look, she balanced at all the red, how could so much red be fitted into one room? And more importantly, why was she not in a dungeon?

Maybe it’s because of Allura. Lotor must know that I’m a willing, devoted servant to her. But if that’s true, then why am I in such a rich room? Obviously this is for high class visitors to Doom. Nanny looked around, now noticing a pitcher half full of water and an empty glass resting on a small, decorative cherry oak table, the cranks in her brain still turning. Allura must have made a demand, she thought, but that was not the type of person she was. The Princess of Arus was kind, yes, but to make a demand for her own pleasure was out of character.

Nanny and Coran had practically raised Allura since her father’s death. She was very much like their daughter and they taught her how to be a good, strong woman, to be kind and respectful, even if she acted like a true blond every now and then.

Then again, maybe this was a torture test, the hotter it gets in the room the more you want the water which is offered freely to you, but it is laced with poison. And knowing Doom, I’m not exaggerating that little bit of paranoia.

But what was once comfortably warm was now muggy in her cotton dress. Nanny untied her apron and folded it neatly and sat it in the red and brown chair in front of the water. She undid the first three buttons to her dress, enjoying the cooler air that flowed onto the exposed skin. She sat on top of her apron to hide it from view should someone, not preferably Doomain, come in and do something evil to her.

Doom was known for that too. Like Jews to Hitler, Doom was not above finding any reason to punish you. To a Doomain, you were fodder that catered to their every need. You did not want, wish, or daydream. Should you, you would meet some horrid beating if not sold to a crueler owner.

But that water looked really good to Nanny, who was fanning herself by this time with her hand. Her mind went back to Allura and her predicament and soon became a swirl of what was safe to do or what was going on. In time, Nanny fell back to sleep.

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He had been watching through a privet security camera, steadily increasing the tempter in the room that she was in until she started to shed clothing. It was not much, her apron and the top of her servant dress to above her breasts, but it was enough to peak his curiosity and wet his mouth.

He would never tell his father or let anyone find out, but he had not been interested in Allura for some time now, not even Romella had been able to return his taste to blonds before she had escaped with Sven’s little rebel group.

Now, he found himself going after heavier set women. Not fat women, but bigger women. He figured that this must be some kind of fetish that was now leaking out of his mind, but what mattered most was that he satisfy this craving. And the one sleeping blissfully unaware in the room on the screen, was his most recent craving, the most beautiful of this strange desire and lust.

Lotor turned off the monitor and walked to the door. He punched in a few letters and numbers on a keypad once he was in the hallway and the door whooshed shut, hidden behind a tapestry draped across a wall of his room. He called over some female slaves of different races that had been waiting for him and commanded them to fallow him down the hall to a room reserved for special guests.

“Be quiet,” he said, each slave knowing he meant it, “one noise, I don’t care how innocent, and you’re dead.” But Lotor kept one thought too himself, something important that he did not bother to tell the slaves. Once they had finish tending to Lotor’s new toy, they would be executed.

After bypassing some security measures, the door opened quietly and he waved in the women. They set about their task, each woman carrying some exceptionally prepared food, toiletry items, or clothing. The food was set on a table to the right of Nanny’s chair and a glass of wine was poured for two, the best red wine in all of the Drule Empire. One slave placed a finely made long, red, sleeveless drop dress that would twist and twirl around any lady who wore it, as well as a verity of golden jewelry that had been plundered from the castles of concord worlds.

As the slaves went about their business, the Prince of Doom stood near Nanny, making sure that everything went smoothly and that she did not wake. He would hate to have to expose her to such...unpleasantries. He tried to force himself not to look at her, for fear that all his planning would go to waste should his hormones kick in and he raped her on the spot.

But she was so innocent of the knowledge that future events would hold for them in a mere few hours, and she was completely helpless at the moment...

Lotor bent down, his deft fingers unbuttoning the forth and fifth button of Nanny’s dress and he genteelly kissed her lips, finding them to his liking. He dipped his ungloved hand into her opened dress, cupping a rather large breast held back in a cotton bra trimmed in lace. Mmmmm, soon you’ll be free of such things, he thought as he kissed her slightly parted lips again, deepening it but keeping it soft so she would not wake.

As each servant left, having completed their task quite quickly, he debated keeping the women alive to be Nanny’s personal servants, but dismissed that idea all together. Better to be safe than sorry.

Lotor ordered the women back up the hall and called for guards to arrest the them. Yes, he believed he was in the mood for a few coliseum games before his romantic evening began.
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