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- Nov 29, 2011
Peace had returned to Hyrule; the veil of twilight had been eradicated, the Usurper King, Zant had been defeated and the Dark Lord, Ganondorf had been slain…
As Princess Zelda looked out over Castle Town an Hyrule field from one of the castle's many balconies, to the sight of bustling streets and a beautiful orange-yellow dusk, the familiar invasive melancholy that she had felt when Link, the fairy boy clothed in the green of the forest, had left to explore the furthest reaches of Hyrule once again dominated her emotions and clouded her thoughts. Months had passed since Zelda and Link had joined forces with Midna of the Twilight Realm to slay Ganondorf and overthrow his evil reign; Zelda had imagined that the returning peace would have ushered in a new golden age of Hyrule, and that the town's folk would once again be able to worship a hero like the legends of old but this was not the case. The hero was nowhere to be found, and after only a few short months the events of Ganondorf's reign and the veil of twilight were all but forgotten as the miserable people of Castle Town simply existed from day to day with no merriment in their strides.
All of this; the miserable town's people, the absent hero, the suffocating melancholy and more wrapped themselves around Zelda like iron chains which slowly tightened with each breath.
A light hammering echoed through the ornate room from behind the door at the far end. Without thinking Zelda gave the permission for entry as she continued to look out over her kingdom. A thick and deadly silence crept into the room, Zelda's elf-like ears twitched at the new silence and strained to hear any sign of life that would signify the presence of another. Slowly Zelda collected her thoughts and pried her eyes away from the lamenting sunset over Hyrule's horizon. A woman with dark skin bathed in gold under the sunset's dying light stood to the left of Zelda. Zelda's eyes flitted over the mysterious woman's body; the woman was slender, lithe, with tight fitting clothes made of sturdy and thick material, numerous daggers lined her waist, arms and thighs… her wide and mesmerising eyes were the darkest of amber.
Zelda knew what she was looking at; a Gerudo. A small race within Hyrule predominantly consisting of women with one male born every 100 years, they were a mysterious race, a desert race and a dangerous race. It was believed that the Gerudo tribe had left Hyrule years ago…
The Gerudo woman licked her lips, rested a hand upon the hilt of a dagger and stepped forward toward Zelda all in one smooth and premeditated motion. Zelda took a rushed step backwards, her eyes widening and her expression ranging from shock to a commanding sternness; taking a breath, Zelda opened her mouth to demand answers.
Zelda instantly forgot her words as she backed into a whirlwind of hands and instead of voicing stern commands she began to scream. Zelda felt the rough skin of Gerudo hands clamp over and around her sensitive skin as her scream filled the ornate room of the castle; another hand gripped Zelda's hair and forced her head back while another hand with a sturdy grip covered her mouth and pulled her backwards into a thick wall of flesh. Zelda tried to scream out again in shock and despair as she felt her arms being pinned to her sides and secured with thin, rough rope but could only achieve a muffled, muted moan.
A warm flush washed through Zelda's body as one of the Gerudo women ripped Zelda's long flowing dress and gripped her upper thighs with piercing fingers; Zelda moaned again and writhed like a snake in the arms of the Gerudo women. Again she felt the now familiar burning friction of the rope on her skin as it was tied tightly around her bare thighs.
Zelda shook her head fiercely at the myriad of sensations assailing her body, trying to break free of the vice like grip over her mouth to command… plead her captors release her; suddenly the grip over her mouth was released, Zelda took a deep panicked breath before a thick leather band was pulled tightly between her lips. Zelda felt the thick leather pull at the corners of her mouth, bring her lips together against her will and force her tongue down, pressing it uncomfortably against the bottom of her jaw. The leather tightened again and again as a series of knots raged against the back of her head. The tightening stopped, instinctively Zelda fought against her thick leather gag with the twisting of her head, motions of her bound lips and failed words; another warm and pleasurable flush surged through Zelda's body and filled her cheeks with a soft rose red with the compelling yet unwelcomed new sensation of the ropes and gag now binding her… helplessly, Zelda locked eyes with the first Gerudo woman she had seen; the one with the darkest of amber eyes and felt her own eyes pleading without sound and without hope.
With a sudden jerk, Zelda's world spun out of control, the Gerudo woman vanished from her sight to be replaced with the room's ceiling and then the tiled floor. Zelda's body felt the impact of the unforgiving floor after her initial fall; she had been thrown to the ground by the large Gerudo woman who had been holding her from behind. Zelda felt her wrists being pulled behind her back, she struggled but her mind was already resigning itself to defeat and soon her wrists were as tightly bound as her mouth and thighs.
Zelda felt her brown leather boots leave her feet and heard the soft clatter of them being thrown across the room; then, just like her wrists, her ankles were bound almost immediately; though it felt to her like more rope was being used to bind her ankles than the amount used to bind her wrists.
Zelda's mind strayed from the present to a fading future; a future where, if she had found a chance to escape, she could have ran; ran with her arms tied by her sides and wrists bound behind her back, silently with her gag until she found a guard in the castle's courtyard or a civilian in town that could have helped her. But now, with her ankles tied so tightly, she saw that future ebb away into obscurity with the last unforgiving knot to be tied.
Zelda felt her heart beating against her chest and against the hard and cold tiled floor. Again and again she tried to scream but each time she did she was reminded of how hopeless her situation was and each realisation sent another warm flush coursing through her body; with each sensation Zelda's body seemed as if it were speaking to her, both comforting her and demanding the sensation again and again. Holding on to the comfort each moan brought, Zelda kept feeding the sensation over and over as she writhed on the floor under the grip of the mysterious women from the desert.
Zelda moaned again; this time in rage and pain as she was dragged to her feet by her hair. Held in place on the spot the dark-eyed Gerudo woman brought herself close to Zelda, so close that Zelda could feel the woman's warm breath on her chest. The dark-eyed woman's attention flitted over Zelda's body, from her tied feet, to her bound arms, to her pulsating and heaving chest, to her helpless mouth and finally to her brown and glistening eyes. Again the dark-eyed woman licked her lips, her eyes wild with barely silent words that seemed to go unnoticed to the other Gerudos but seemed to scream at Zelda; Zelda knew she would never wish to be alone with this woman.
Again Zelda's view on the world spun about her as she was lifted and thrown over the large Gerudo woman's shoulder. Zelda felt each loping stride of the woman beneath her and slowly watched the balcony and view of Hyrule shrink into the distance; the sun was all but set now...
The door to the room was opened and the group stepped out into the hallway. Zelda's eyes let loose their silent tears as she saw numerous guards and castle attendants lying unconscious in the hall ways and adjacent rooms. She struggled hopelessly for what seemed to feel like hours as the Gerudos made their way with her out of the castle.
Zelda felt Hyrule's soft evening air outside of the castle gently dry the sweat on her body. The new caressing sensation of Hyrule's smooth breeze made Zelda all too aware of her hopeless state as the air stroked her skin, save for what was covered by the rope. One more time Zelda moaned to feed the feeling of comfort inside her, only this time instead of struggling to be free she motioned her body so that her bound limbs merely pushed against the rope, her mind telling her that being so securely tied meant that she was safe from what the Gerudo's had planned for her; she was useless in this state, hopeless… helpless. Were they to do anything to her in the form of any task, torture or interrogation then they would have to untie her. Her bonds were now her only form of safety and protection against the desert women. A small carriage awaited the group outside of the castle; soon enough Zelda found herself within the carriage with two of the Gerudos; one was the dark-eyed woman…
Zelda felt the carriage move and begin on its way; Zelda knew they were headed to the desert, to the stronghold in Gerudo valley; a place where very few people dare tread, a place where only one man had been brave enough to enter and leave with what he sought… that man clothed in the green of the forest who was now lost to her.
As Princess Zelda looked out over Castle Town an Hyrule field from one of the castle's many balconies, to the sight of bustling streets and a beautiful orange-yellow dusk, the familiar invasive melancholy that she had felt when Link, the fairy boy clothed in the green of the forest, had left to explore the furthest reaches of Hyrule once again dominated her emotions and clouded her thoughts. Months had passed since Zelda and Link had joined forces with Midna of the Twilight Realm to slay Ganondorf and overthrow his evil reign; Zelda had imagined that the returning peace would have ushered in a new golden age of Hyrule, and that the town's folk would once again be able to worship a hero like the legends of old but this was not the case. The hero was nowhere to be found, and after only a few short months the events of Ganondorf's reign and the veil of twilight were all but forgotten as the miserable people of Castle Town simply existed from day to day with no merriment in their strides.
All of this; the miserable town's people, the absent hero, the suffocating melancholy and more wrapped themselves around Zelda like iron chains which slowly tightened with each breath.
A light hammering echoed through the ornate room from behind the door at the far end. Without thinking Zelda gave the permission for entry as she continued to look out over her kingdom. A thick and deadly silence crept into the room, Zelda's elf-like ears twitched at the new silence and strained to hear any sign of life that would signify the presence of another. Slowly Zelda collected her thoughts and pried her eyes away from the lamenting sunset over Hyrule's horizon. A woman with dark skin bathed in gold under the sunset's dying light stood to the left of Zelda. Zelda's eyes flitted over the mysterious woman's body; the woman was slender, lithe, with tight fitting clothes made of sturdy and thick material, numerous daggers lined her waist, arms and thighs… her wide and mesmerising eyes were the darkest of amber.
Zelda knew what she was looking at; a Gerudo. A small race within Hyrule predominantly consisting of women with one male born every 100 years, they were a mysterious race, a desert race and a dangerous race. It was believed that the Gerudo tribe had left Hyrule years ago…
The Gerudo woman licked her lips, rested a hand upon the hilt of a dagger and stepped forward toward Zelda all in one smooth and premeditated motion. Zelda took a rushed step backwards, her eyes widening and her expression ranging from shock to a commanding sternness; taking a breath, Zelda opened her mouth to demand answers.
Zelda instantly forgot her words as she backed into a whirlwind of hands and instead of voicing stern commands she began to scream. Zelda felt the rough skin of Gerudo hands clamp over and around her sensitive skin as her scream filled the ornate room of the castle; another hand gripped Zelda's hair and forced her head back while another hand with a sturdy grip covered her mouth and pulled her backwards into a thick wall of flesh. Zelda tried to scream out again in shock and despair as she felt her arms being pinned to her sides and secured with thin, rough rope but could only achieve a muffled, muted moan.
A warm flush washed through Zelda's body as one of the Gerudo women ripped Zelda's long flowing dress and gripped her upper thighs with piercing fingers; Zelda moaned again and writhed like a snake in the arms of the Gerudo women. Again she felt the now familiar burning friction of the rope on her skin as it was tied tightly around her bare thighs.
Zelda shook her head fiercely at the myriad of sensations assailing her body, trying to break free of the vice like grip over her mouth to command… plead her captors release her; suddenly the grip over her mouth was released, Zelda took a deep panicked breath before a thick leather band was pulled tightly between her lips. Zelda felt the thick leather pull at the corners of her mouth, bring her lips together against her will and force her tongue down, pressing it uncomfortably against the bottom of her jaw. The leather tightened again and again as a series of knots raged against the back of her head. The tightening stopped, instinctively Zelda fought against her thick leather gag with the twisting of her head, motions of her bound lips and failed words; another warm and pleasurable flush surged through Zelda's body and filled her cheeks with a soft rose red with the compelling yet unwelcomed new sensation of the ropes and gag now binding her… helplessly, Zelda locked eyes with the first Gerudo woman she had seen; the one with the darkest of amber eyes and felt her own eyes pleading without sound and without hope.
With a sudden jerk, Zelda's world spun out of control, the Gerudo woman vanished from her sight to be replaced with the room's ceiling and then the tiled floor. Zelda's body felt the impact of the unforgiving floor after her initial fall; she had been thrown to the ground by the large Gerudo woman who had been holding her from behind. Zelda felt her wrists being pulled behind her back, she struggled but her mind was already resigning itself to defeat and soon her wrists were as tightly bound as her mouth and thighs.
Zelda felt her brown leather boots leave her feet and heard the soft clatter of them being thrown across the room; then, just like her wrists, her ankles were bound almost immediately; though it felt to her like more rope was being used to bind her ankles than the amount used to bind her wrists.
Zelda's mind strayed from the present to a fading future; a future where, if she had found a chance to escape, she could have ran; ran with her arms tied by her sides and wrists bound behind her back, silently with her gag until she found a guard in the castle's courtyard or a civilian in town that could have helped her. But now, with her ankles tied so tightly, she saw that future ebb away into obscurity with the last unforgiving knot to be tied.
Zelda felt her heart beating against her chest and against the hard and cold tiled floor. Again and again she tried to scream but each time she did she was reminded of how hopeless her situation was and each realisation sent another warm flush coursing through her body; with each sensation Zelda's body seemed as if it were speaking to her, both comforting her and demanding the sensation again and again. Holding on to the comfort each moan brought, Zelda kept feeding the sensation over and over as she writhed on the floor under the grip of the mysterious women from the desert.
Zelda moaned again; this time in rage and pain as she was dragged to her feet by her hair. Held in place on the spot the dark-eyed Gerudo woman brought herself close to Zelda, so close that Zelda could feel the woman's warm breath on her chest. The dark-eyed woman's attention flitted over Zelda's body, from her tied feet, to her bound arms, to her pulsating and heaving chest, to her helpless mouth and finally to her brown and glistening eyes. Again the dark-eyed woman licked her lips, her eyes wild with barely silent words that seemed to go unnoticed to the other Gerudos but seemed to scream at Zelda; Zelda knew she would never wish to be alone with this woman.
Again Zelda's view on the world spun about her as she was lifted and thrown over the large Gerudo woman's shoulder. Zelda felt each loping stride of the woman beneath her and slowly watched the balcony and view of Hyrule shrink into the distance; the sun was all but set now...
The door to the room was opened and the group stepped out into the hallway. Zelda's eyes let loose their silent tears as she saw numerous guards and castle attendants lying unconscious in the hall ways and adjacent rooms. She struggled hopelessly for what seemed to feel like hours as the Gerudos made their way with her out of the castle.
Zelda felt Hyrule's soft evening air outside of the castle gently dry the sweat on her body. The new caressing sensation of Hyrule's smooth breeze made Zelda all too aware of her hopeless state as the air stroked her skin, save for what was covered by the rope. One more time Zelda moaned to feed the feeling of comfort inside her, only this time instead of struggling to be free she motioned her body so that her bound limbs merely pushed against the rope, her mind telling her that being so securely tied meant that she was safe from what the Gerudo's had planned for her; she was useless in this state, hopeless… helpless. Were they to do anything to her in the form of any task, torture or interrogation then they would have to untie her. Her bonds were now her only form of safety and protection against the desert women. A small carriage awaited the group outside of the castle; soon enough Zelda found herself within the carriage with two of the Gerudos; one was the dark-eyed woman…
Zelda felt the carriage move and begin on its way; Zelda knew they were headed to the desert, to the stronghold in Gerudo valley; a place where very few people dare tread, a place where only one man had been brave enough to enter and leave with what he sought… that man clothed in the green of the forest who was now lost to her.