NOTE: Thanks for dropping by. This is my first fanfiction. I've been playing a lot of Breath of the Wild and thought there was a missed opportunity for Link to be captured by The Yiga Clan. I was feeling inspired and decided to write my own story. This will be a bondage tale but the rating will never reach M. Let me know what you think!
-B
Chapter 1
The scorching sun beat down on the Gerudo Desert. Even in the shade of Karusa Valley, Link could feel the sweat beading on his forehead. He sat upon a rock to rest, taking off his Sheikah tab boot to dump out sand. He gently dipped his bare foot on the sand. It was scorching. He sighed and, lowering his mask, took a sip of water. He checked the map on his Sheikah Slate. He had wandered a significant distance from his desired path - the one that led him to Gerudo Village. At least he found the shade of the canyon; the little comfort it provided was still better than the direct sunlight of the open desert. He closed the map and clipped the slate back to his belt.
He could still barely remember who he was before waking up on the Great Plateau. After learning his identity and the grim state of Hyrule from the King himself - sort of - he went to Kakoriko Village to meet his old friend Impa. She had gifted him with the Sheikah Clan armor, which made sneaking around dangerous Moblin camps much easier. He was grateful for Impa. She was kind. He wished he could remember her from before. He wished he could remember anything.
She had told him he needed to save the spirits of his former champions from the Divine Beasts. He chose to start his voyage in Gerudo Desert, securing any of the mysterious towers and shrines he stumbled upon along the way. With each trial he overcame he could feel himself growing stronger. But in this intense heat, he feared he was still not strong enough.
He slipped back on his boot and gathered his gear. Perhaps he made a mistake coming here. Maybe he could head to the Rito Village and secure the beast there. Or he could head north to Zor-
He heard them before he saw them. A quick rustling in the sand, no louder than a whisper. His warrior instincts awakened. He swiftly removed the bow from his back, turned and fired, as a plume of fire materialized behind him. With a laugh, a mysterious warrior-like being appeared. Female, Link assumed, based on the painful gasp she let out as the arrow stuck into her shoulder. She fell onto the ground, grasping at the wound. He studied her closely.
She was wearing armor almost completely inverse to his own - with the peaceful blue hues replaced with a deep, blood, red. Her face was covered by a white mask emblazoned with a design that looked remarkably similar to the Sheikah emblem. Link squinted his eyes, studying the design closely. He bent down next to the woman. The emblem was the exact same, only turned upside down. He stared at her quizzically.
"You shouldn't have come here, champion." She sneered, releasing a wet laugh.
Panicked, Link stood up and held a hand to his face. He had forgotten to put his mask back on and somehow she recognized him.
In his panic he almost didn't notice the second ninja materializing behind him - almost.
Right as the second figure appeared, a full-framed male with a large laugh and even larger sword, Link removed his broadsword and slashed. He knocked the man back but not before he could swing a powerful gust of air from his blade. The gust knocked Link off balance. He looked up just as a third figure pounced on him. And then…
Black.