Ilia was talking to Link – scolding him when it happened. The Dark Lord's minions had taken her away from her home – never to see it again. They ran so fast on the ugly beasts that they rode upon. Away to the Twilight Realm they took her. She cried for Link to come and save her but no sign out of him was there – he wasn't coming.
She was thrown into a small room deep within the Twili palace. She cried as the door was locked and the key banished from ever getting any chance to be in her hands as an ogre of such stench had wobbled away with it. For hours she sat there until her thoughts of home were interrupted.
A heavy set of boots clanked down the steps leading into her prison. A large broad shadow seeped across the cold stone floor. She shivered in her skin as it drew closer. Finally a dark figure merged from the darkness. He grabbed one of the bars of the cell door. Ilia looked up at him – he was terrifying to lay eyes upon as his golden havens were the only thing that she could make out.
"W-Who are you!? What do you want with me!?" She cowered into the corner as she heard a click of the lock coming undone. The door swung open slowly. He did not say a word but only stalked over to her. He got a better look at the pale village girl.
"You have nothing to fear as long as you obey. Please be quite or you might not see the light of day tomorrow." The dark figure grabbed her arm and dragged her upstairs to his chambers. She was thrown to the bed.
"What do you want!?" She still couldn't see him in all the darkness – the night in the Twilight Realm was like falling into a pit of nothing but black. She flailed her arms in the air to swat him away but she hit hard armor hurting herself.
"Quiet I told you – there is no need to be so frustrated. I have no intention in hurting you."
"Then tell me at least who are you?"
He straightened his posture and stood back from her – what did his name matter to her? He took a deep breath – this was pointless but he would tell her anyways. She looked at him angered but still listened intensively.
"My name is Ganondorf – not that you will need it though... but I suppose you may refer me as that. Besides why does it matter to you?" Ganondorf was quite the hard man to get through to. After all being so cold-hearted would do that to you especially after hundreds of years. She looked at him – what a funny name – Ganondorf. Funny enough it suited him though.
"I was just wondering who my capture might be... since once Link gets here to save me I will point you out so he can take care of you!" She folded her arms in disgust. Ganondorf grunted – he did not like the sound of that. He hated people interfering with his plans.
"Very well I will just have to make you mine so you will not call upon that boy! No one will interfere with my plans!" Ganondorf pinned poor Ilia to the bed. He had plans for her alright – to make her become his and only his – it was about time he got someone anyhow. She panicked – what was he going to do with her and her fragile body? She was only young. Ganondorf then paused for a moment. "Wait... you are too young. You are still a child – what was I thinking? I can't possibly be that desperate! You my dear will have to wait until you are older to feel the pleasure that only a woman should feel. Very well then... but you shall be restrained to this room and only this room." Ganondorf got off of her and left the fifteen-year-old alone. He wanted some one good. She would suit him fine but she was too young and hadn't even matured yet!
He kept her prisoner in the palace along with keeping his words of not touching her until she had become a woman. Years soon quickly flew by and she had gotten a bit tolerant of him but still hated him. She was freshly turned eighteen by this time and Ganondorf had his eyes set upon her. She was like a prize to him – one that he would treasure for so long and then probably become useless in the end.
One night she sat alone like all the other but not for long when Ganondorf had joined her. He had shut and locked the door behind him. Ilia frowned at his actions – she did not like where this was going. He smirked at her.
"Tonight my dear you shall receive all that I have to offer you. Like I promised – I shall give you that of what I want you to have!" He again had pinned her down like he had done so many years ago except this time he would not hold back – she was old enough now which made all the difference.
"No – you can't! I don't want this! Besides what would your family say about this!?" Ilia gave him a harsh look – one that read 'you filthy bastard'. Ganondorf laughed at her comment – he found her anger quite soothing.
"My family is dead. Long time have they been dead and thus they cannot stop me! You will be mine tonight!" Ganondorf had quite the tight grip on her. She winced in pain from it. Tears came to her eyes as she realized her future.
"I don't want to be your whore!" She tried to squirm out of his grasp but all tries were futile. He was quite pleased – he always wanted to make love to a girl and now finally he had the pleasure to. She was in terror though – this huge man was going to have his way with her!
"I am afraid you have no choice my dear! You will and you will like it!" Ganondorf put one of his hands up to her neck – beginning to choke her but it did stop her from moving. He began to undo the lace on the back of her dress. He was hungry for lust and lust is what he would get. She went wide-eyed knowing that he was truly serious about getting what he wanted and he would not let anything get in his way.
He slipped the headdress off of his own head as he became aroused by the very thought of him finally getting to have the pleasure a king deserved. Ilia was frightened of Ganondorf and he knew it – he even tormented her about it. Ilia was then stripped of her dress by the Dark Lord. He released his hand off of her throat, she gasped for air. Ganondorf on the other hand took the precious time to remove the armor that he wore on his upper body letting it hit the floor. Ilia was froze stiff – she knew that if she tried to fight his will he would kill her but if she just laid there he would have his way with her body – she didn't know what to do.
He flicked his shirt off revealing his well built torso which made Ilia blush – at least he was strong unlike some of the rumors mentioning that he was fat – guess not. He remained quite the bad boy as he dared to get her bra off of her – she scowled at him but he continued anyways.
"Why did it have to be me!? Why am I then one to be made into such a wreck – to fall into your submission!" Ilia didn't understand why Ganondorf chose her to be his whore nor anything else that he might please. She hated everything about him – surely there must be some sort of sick, twisted girl who loved him who would want him.
"Because you are the one they brought back to me. The one lucky girl they snatched up to be mine – looks like those minions of mine are not as stupid as they look! After all they did bring me back such a cute girl to play with!" Ganondorf stroked the side of her face with his callused thumb. She tried to bite it out of her rage.
One by one he pulled off his boots and threw them over into the pile of armor on the floor along with Ilia's dress. She tried to cover herself but Ganondorf only pried her arms off her chest again. He grinned as she spied something rising within his pants. She did not like the look of the size of the thing.
"You will not stick that in me!" She flat out refused his offer that was included in her bad night. Ganondorf found her amusing – he loved her angry nature – it turned him on which just made matters worse.