Breaking the Paladin

	Shiro didn’t understand how this could have happened. It was supposed to be a simple reconnaissance mission. Enter the ship, get the coordinates for the mining base, and get out. They had all five Lions on their side. There was no way this could have gone wrong. And yet, here he was, sitting alone in a cell, his hands cuffed, no idea where he was headed, or if he’d ever see his crew mates again. He hoped that they at least got the Black Lion out of there before it fell into the hands of the Galra.
	He sat in the corner of the cell, staring at the floor. He knew he’d been through this before, being a prisoner of the Galra, but he barely remembered it. What little he could recall was extremely unpleasant. As he sat there, contemplating his situation, he heard movement outside. A small part of him was hopeful that it would be rescue, but he knew how unlikely that was. The door of the cell slid open, and Shiro gasped, backing up against the wall. He expected a simple guard, or a Galra drone, but the Galran who entered his cell was none other than Zarkon himself, clad in red armor. Shiro stared up at him, terrified.
	“Y-You!” he breathed. “What are you...What’s going on?”
	Zarkon laughed, sneering down at him. “I admit, I had hoped that the trap we set would have given us the Lions. But now that I have you again...I’m willing to accept you as a consolation prize.”
	Shiro grit his teeth. “You’re going to use me as bait to get the others, aren’t you? You underestimate them. They’ll find a way to rescue me, and you’ll never get your disgusting hands on the Lions!” Even in his situation, Shiro found his inner strength, something that Zarkon was looking forward to breaking.
	“Oh, not at all. They know we have you, but they don’t know where. They’ll travel all across the universe looking for you, and without its Paladin, the Black Lion will never be able to form Voltron. Your friends will never find you. We’ve already jumped to another sector far from where you were captured. They’d have to search the entire known universe, and even with their ship, it would take them many lifetimes.”
	Shiro grew quiet, glancing back down. He wasn’t going to be used as bait after all, and rescue was all but impossible. He knew what this meant, though he was afraid to say it. He slowly looked up again, eyes narrowed. “So...you’re going to kill me then?”
	Zarkon laughed. “And again, you’re wrong. Eventually, yes, you will die here, but after all the trouble you’ve given us, I think death is a liberty you don’t quite deserve. No, I have other plans for you, Champion.” He smiled and entered through the threshold, letting the door of the cell close behind him. He didn’t look at Shiro as he spoke. “When you were our prisoner, we intended to turn you into a weapon to serve the Galra empire. For that reason, Haggar needed you to be strong, healthy, and...unspoiled. Still, many of my Galran commanders found your form to be irresistible. They wanted you.” Shiro stared up at him, tilting his head. What did Zarkon mean. “Normally, there would be nothing stopping them from having their way with the prisoners, but because you were an exception, they couldn’t touch you. That is, until Haggar suggested a way to work around it. Every time they used you for their pleasure, your memories would be erased, and your body would be patched up, as best as we could manage. The Galra do not believe in healing, as those who are sick and injured are weak and deserve to die. Still, we found a way. Haggar could keep experimenting on you with the druids, while my commanders could have their fun. It was a good compromise, but still, they weren’t satisfied. They never got to see you break, because you’d just go back to your normal self after every session. But now...things have changed. Haggar no longer has a use for you. And after all the trouble you’ve given us, I can think of no better punishment than turning you into our personal plaything.”
	Shiro had heard every word, but it took him a while to process it. This was impossible. He knew the Galra were vicious and cruel, but this...this was sick. “You’re a monster,” he growled. “You’re a disgusting, vile creature. What did you do to me? What don’t I remember?” He knew what it was, but he didn’t want to consider it. Zarkon stepped back towards the door, letting it open as he walked back out into the hallway. He turned to an unseen audience to the left and smirked.
	“He’s all yours, boys,” he said, looking at Shiro one last time and smirking before he left. The door remained open, and Shiro watched two massive Galra commanders enter the cell. He braced himself against the wall, staring up that them in horror. “D-Don’t come any closer!” he cried, his mouth trembling. They just stood over him, their eyes scanning his body.
	“Look, Zarkon didn’t even unwrap him for us,” said the Galran on the right.
	“Are you kidding? Getting to see what’s underneath for yourself is half the fun. Help me take his suit off.” To Shiro’s horror, the two commanders knelt down and grabbed him. He struggled and cried out, but to no avail. His armor suit was pulled right off of him, and he now wore only a pair of black boxer briefs.
	“Look at his package,” said the other commander, clearly impressed with Shiro’s size and physique.
	“Look at his ass. I can’t wait to pound it!” The commander got down, his clawed fingers reaching for the waistband of Shiro’s underwear.
	Suddenly, Shiro’s leg kicked out, his foot striking the commander in the stomach. “DON’T TOUCH ME!” he yelled, his voice sounding panicked. He hoped to deter the predatory commanders, but they only seemed amused by his aggressive display.
	“Looks like he’s still got some fight in him!” laughed the burlier Galran. “This is going to be fun!” He grabbed Shiro’s legs while the Paladin squirmed and struggled. The taller commander grabbed his head. Holding his jaw up. Shiro looked up at him, eyebrows furrowed, staring up with pure contempt. But as his gaze lowered, he saw something else. A massive bulge protruded through the tight clothing, and the Galran smirked, gripping his belt and dropping it. The alien cock burst forth, right over Shiro’s head. It was huge, nearly a foot long, and was covered in thick, hard scales interspersed between patches of dense blue fur. The tip was flared, with a huge slit, and the whole shaft gave off a putrid odor.
	“N-No, no!” Shiro gasped, coughing from the smell. “Don’t, don’t you dare—!” He had not time to react. The member was shoved deep into his mouth, forcing his jaw open, and he felt the rough, hairy surface graze over his tongue as the tip slammed into the back of his throat. At the same time, he felt his underwear get pulled off of him, and he was totally exposed. His body was still thrashing and squirming, but he couldn’t break their grasp. The bulkier Galran held Shiro’s legs firmly as he pressed the tip of his cock between his cheeks, and thrust in. Shiro let out a muffled yell of pain, tears welling in his eyes. He didn’t stop squirming, but his body was tensing in reaction to the shock. “Mmmmrf!” he cried, refusing to give himself up to this disgusting act, but it was hopeless. He could hardly breathe, and he was forced to flare out his nostrils and inhale the noxious scent of Galra dick just to keep going. But the pain in his ass was far worse. The scales scraped against the inside as the commander thrust in deeper each time, tearing apart Shiro’s tight hole. He let out another desperate cry that faded to a whimper. Finally, his body went limp, and he gave himself up to his assailants, hoping that after this, he’d simply bleed to death.
	The taller commander came first. Shiro felt it, less like a spray, and more of a high pressure burst that shot against his throat. He gagged and choked, while the Galran withdrew his cock. His head fell, and the wad of cum dripped out onto the floor. It was gray and thick, like tar. With his mouth free, Shiro now cried out, screaming in pain. “STOP, PLEASE, NO!” His arms were still being held, so he was hopeless to stop the assault on his asshole. “I’M BEGGING YOU, STOP! AUGH, IT HURTS!” He squinted his eyes, the pain making his vision blurry. After a minute of screaming, he got his wish. The commander shot his load into Shiro, panting and moaning. Then, with a grin, he pulled his cock out fast, letting the cum and blood drip out onto the floor. “ARRRGH, OWWW!” Shiro collapsed. They no longer needed to hold him down. Weak and bleeding, Shiro had never endured pain like this before. His stomach tightened, and he grunted, promptly vomiting onto the floor. Laying in a puddle of Galra cum, blood, and vomit, the commanders left him, having reduced the proud leader of Team Voltron to a bloody, sobbing mess.
	He lost count of the days. Every morning, or at least, what he thought was morning, he’d be brought food. It was little more than a nutritious mush, but it was enough to keep him alive. He mentally braced himself, trying to keep his sanity, reminding himself that he couldn’t lose hope. But there didn’t seem to be any method of escape. New Galra would come into his cell; it was rarely the same two twice. They’d toy with him before doing it, play with his body, his cock, and force him to play with them too. He knew he if he tried anything, he’d suffer greatly for it. So, though he hated to, he obeyed, no longer needing to be held down. He did as he was told.
	One day, two commanders entered, this time brandishing a long, whip-like blade. Shiro eyed it with fear. “W-What is that?” he asked, backing against the wall. The two commanders looked at each other and laughed.
	“We had a pretty good idea. Since you lost that one arm, but still have another fleshy one, you don’t look right. It really throws us off, having to look at your arms like that. So we got to thinking, what if we just cut your left arm off too? You’ll look so much better, and you won’t be able to fight back anyway.”
	Shiro was horrified. “No, NO!” He threw his back to the wall, staring up at them. “NO, PLEASE! DON’T! I’LL DO ANYTHING, PLEASE!” He watched, stunned and terrified, as the thin blade glowed violet, and tiny, razor-like spikes emerged from its edges and began to rapidly vibrate. The bigger commander held him down, holding his arm in place, while the other raised the blade over his shoulder.
	“PLEASE! PLEASE! HAVE MERCY! I’LL DO ANYTHING YOU WANT! ANYTHING!” He was whimpering, begging, his pride and dignity utterly shattered. The two Galra exchanged glances, and suddenly, the blade stopped.
	“...Anything?” asked the bigger commander.

	Shiro hadn’t waited that long after they left, before they returned. The smaller one held some kind of leather device in his hand. He tossed it to Shiro and grinned. “Put this on. Now.” Shiro picked it up, preferring anything over losing another arm. He tried to figure out how he was meant to wear it though, and after fiddling with it for a few minutes, managed to slide his arms through two loops, quickly tightening the straps around him. He soon realized what this was, but he didn’t care. He had to do it. Two more straps lowered from his shoulders down to his waist, where they connected to belt that barely covered his cock. Two metal rings pressed down exactly where his nipples were located. Once the apparatus was on, he noticed there were more loose straps, hanging from his wrists, biceps, and ankles. “We’ll take it from here,” said the taller of the two, kneeling down and pulling Shiro’s arms back, while the other Galran put his feet up. His wrists were joined to his feet, and the straps at his arms connected to his legs. He was now totally immobile. He looked up at them with pleading, tearful eyes, wondering what was in store for him next. “Oh yeah, now he’s nice and pretty! It’s just missing one more detail...ah!” He withdrew a small leather bit and brought it to Shiro’s mouth, shoving it in, and strapping it to the loops at his jaw. Bracing for another session, Shiro tensed up, but to his surprise, the two simply walked away leaving him there. Was he just going to stay like this? Forever?  Shiro lay his head down, whimpering. Maybe it was better to lose an arm after all.