A/N- some had trouble figuring out the points of view. the first POV is Zant, the second is Ganondorf, the third is Dark, and the fourth and last is Zelda herself. Just a warning this story can be viewed as disturbing to some. it is rated T in case you didn't notice.

Zelda's Darkness

Zant watched as the whip bit into Zelda's skin once again. Her fair skin dripping with blood. Dark Link raised his hand readying the whip for another strike. As the whip broke the skin across her back I felt a shudder rip through my body. I had to step back and sit down before my legs gave out. I tried to sit in a position that did not show how aroused I actually was. I heard the whip crack again just in time to see the fair princess fall to her knees. Mouth open in a silent scream. I smiled in pleasure at her pain.

The Dark lord stood and motioned to Dark Link to stop. I saw Dark's shoulder slump in relief. Was that a chore to him? If only my Lord would allow me the joy of torturing the princess. As Zelda was being dragged away I sidled up to the lord "my liege if you would allow me but one-" he cut me off with a simple shake of his head. "Please my lord if-" a bolt of energy threw me across the room. Once again I was denied my chance with Zelda. Oh how I wanted to break her. I was giddy just with the thoughts of what I would do to her.

Dark looked up at me, asking silently if he should stop. I flicked my wrist commanding him with the simply motion to continue. Zelda had once again tried to escape. Therefore a punishment of ten lashes. On top of that she tried to attack me, so I decided that today it would be fifteen lashes. I watched her fight the pain. She was an amusing opponent. If she had learned to use her piece of the Triforce she may be a threat. She writhed in pain. Falling to her knee at the fourteenth lash. Dark looked up to me asking once again if he should continue. I raised one finger. He uncoiled the rope and let it fly. The lithe leather whip lacerated the princess's hip. She gave a silent scream, refusing to scream for our benefit. I gave Dark the signal to stop.

He returned the whip to his belt. His shoulders slumped in what seemed to be exhaustion. I heard Zant approach my throne with another request to molest what was left of the princess's pride. I refused once again. She was my enemy and when she did not listen I had her punished. I found no joy in this, no pleasure. I was raised to never take a woman against her will. I could kill the woman, but never would I rape, or allow another to. This was the way of the Gerudo we were not afraid of death in fact we embraced it, but for a woman to be ravished in that way was simply unacceptable. The last man who had ravished a Gerudo warrior in this way started a war that decimated almost all of his kind.

Zant had no morals such as these. The man was more than half crazed on power. When I found him he was already teetering on the edge of insanity. He had to be kept on a tight leash. Zant made a sound of protest to my decree; I built up a small amount of energy and flung him across the room. He stood and slowly exited the room. Poor man no self-respecting women ever went in his direction, he had to pay for his pleasures. As he left I saw him counting his money. What a pathetic excuse for a man.

I turned to face the small arena. Zelda was being placed in traveling shackles to be brought back to her prison. My Dark creation stood against a wall looking at floor. The Princess stared at him; he would not meet her eyes. I smiled at the exchange, he would harden with age. The Hero's Shadow had been one of my favorite pets during my first conquest; I had to bring him back. This one was different though, I wanted him to be more then a twisted reflection of the Hero. I wanted him to be a Hero in his own right, the Hero of Darkness. Dark walked slowly up to the princess. He took a hold of the chains that held her and started lead her back to her cell.

She jumped on his back; she tackled him to the ground. My foolish boy, I chuckled softly at his idiocy. He quickly overpowered her, holding her fists down while straddling her mostly naked body. I still wondered where she got the dark stip of cloth that was now tied around her waste. She suddenly lunged using the only weapon she had left, her mouth. He was stuck there for a moment, but once she released his neck he jumped back, I could not actually see the exchange due to the mass of dark hair blocking my vision. Never trust a cornered fighter, they are always more dangerous. Once I saw that he was again in control of her I left the room. After all I had a stolen country to run.

Goddess why does he make me do this. After ten lashes the Princess still refused to let Ganondorf see her pain. I looked up at him pleading with him to let me stop, no luck. I uncoiled the whip once again, raised my hand and let the whip bite into her fair skin. I let the whip fly three more times, and then she finally fell to her knees. I had to blink back a tear before I looked up to my Master.

He signaled for me to strike once more. Next to the Dark lord stood his insane little pet Zant. I glared at him for a moment before I returned to my task. How I hated that man. He treated me as if he was better than me, but was he really? He was simply a puppet for The King of Thieves to play with. I was a great accomplishment of my Master. He worked hard to give me the life I now cherished. He allowed me to have a will. At least I knew I was a tool for the Dark lord to manipulate, the foolish Zant believed he had his own agenda. I gave and inward chuckle as Zant retreated from the throne, once again denied.

With the final lash I coiled my whip, attaching it to my belt. I walked up to the princess. Using as much care as I could I took hold of her chains. I tried not to cause her more pain then was needed. She glared at me viciously, it was heartbreaking in way. Its not like I enjoyed hurting her. At first I could not look into her soul filled blue eyes, knowing they would be blaming me for her pain. When I finally dared to look at her, she refused to meet my eyes.

I lightly tugged on the chain, hearing the movement of her body as she stood. As I went to take a step I was thrown to the ground. I felt the princess's body moving to hold me down. With a quick roll I was on my back, looking up at her. Her light brown hair shone like copper as it fell around her face. She had a sinister smile on her face. Much to my chagrin my body reacted to the sexual position we were in, hardening and throbbing in need. Her half naked body straddled me I wished we were anywhere but here in view of my Master.

Despite the joy of having Zelda sitting there staring wolfishly down at me, I had to overpower her quickly. The Dark lord would get suspicious if I did not quickly take control of the situation. I took hold of her wrists and quickly reversed our positions. I leaned over her, pinning her to the ground with my body. She tried to kick me, but my hips kept her from using her legs as effective weapons. She struggles with her arms, but I kept a firm grip on her angelic hands. I saw her stare into my eyes, stubbornly refusing to admit defeat. I saw the look in her eyes change, as a fiendish smile crept across her face.

She lurched forward, the huge smile on her face told me she was up to something. Before I could push her back to the ground I felt her mouth on my neck. Teeth biting into my flesh. At first it was the bite of a warrior who had nothing left to fight with. I felt it change; she lightened the pressure of the bite exploring the texture of my skin with her tongue. I held back a moan at the sensation. She felt the shudder that that consumed my body. I felt her smile against my flesh.

My grip loosened on her hands, she nuzzled closer to my neck. The princess kissed my neck, nibbling slightly. The feeling of her teeth barely touching my neck sent shivers down my back. Zelda bit once more, this time lower on my neck almost at my collarbone. She sucked at the flesh; I shuddered slightly and ground my hips against her. I let a small moan slip out. Hoping no one but Zelda heard it. At the sound of my moan she pulled her lips away from my neck. I wanted to beg her to continue but knew I could not, not now. I quickly slipped off of her, standing with a firm grip on her chains.

One hand reached up and touched the wounds on my neck. I felt the torn flesh; a shiver went down my spine. Zelda lay below me, smiling up at me in triumph. I wanted to teach her a lesson, to show her the power I held over her. I pulled at the chain lightly, silently telling her to stand. She complied, though I could see her bristle in anger when a Moblin stepped closer, offering to take her to the dungeons. I shook my head at the beast, telling him I would take her down myself.

I made her walk in front of me this time. She strode down the hall proudly. It is amazing she can still hold so much dignity and pride even as she wore nothing but a scrap of black cloth around her waist. I knew her breasts were only barely covered by her brunette hair. Once again I was acutely aware of my body's need for release. If only we had enough privacy for me to ravish her, I could have the proud princess begging on her knees. I would never take her like that, not in a place like this. As if she read my mind she tossed her hair in contempt for the dark gloomy dungeon passage we now walked through.

I tried to push thoughts of her gorgeous form from my mind, but the woman knew how she tempted me. She knew what her bites and kisses did. Why? Why must she torture me so? I guess it's only fair considering the pain I had just put her through at my Master's order.

I sent a prayer up to the goddesses as I fell to my knees in pain. I guess I did deserve it. I ran away for the fourth time this month. The wounds from my last whipping were just healing. There was a pause between lashes, I looked back to see Dark looking up to Ganondorf. I saw the King of thieves give the order for one more lash. I turned and braced myself for the next hit. I felt it open old wounds as well as create a new one. I opened my mouth, as if I were going to scream. The scream was safely stuck in my throat. I choked it down. Resisting the urge to curse Ganondorf aloud, I kept my insults in my mind.

I turned my body to face Dark. He leaned against a wall, refusing to meet my pleading gaze. When he walked in my direction he still would not look at me. I saw the guilt on his face. I knew he did not enjoy hurting me, unless I was enjoying it as well. His dark red eyes finally looked into mine, I could not stand the pain I saw in them. I looked away, refusing to meet his eyes again. I felt a gently tug on my chains; I looked up to see Dark facing away from me once again. A plan suddenly formed in my mind, the silly boy was looking away from the enemy, how disrespectful. Then again between the line between friend and foe was very blurry indeed.

I stood in a crouching position. Dark was about to take a step when I jumped at him. He wasn't expecting it, I easily took him down, even without the ability to move my hands. As we fell together I landed on his back. Before I could get a secure hold on him he twisted under me. I had to work to maintain my position of dominance over him. I straddled his hips, smiling at the surprise and lust in his eyes. He seemed to almost smile when he realized how I was sitting. My grin only widened. At this moment I wished we were alone. How I wanted to torture this man until he screamed my name.

I felt his muscles tense but before I could brace myself for anything he grabbed my wrists. His hips thrust up as he twisted us both. I tried to fight this change of positions, but he quickly over powered me. I now lay below him; he straddled me at the hips. My attempt to kick him was stopped by his position over me. I twisted my wrists and tried to pull them, his hands firmly hold them in a defenseless position above my head. I would not admit defeat, not to him. I looked into his deep red eyes; I saw the hint of amusement there. He thought he had won. Poor boy he forgot one thing, a huge grin suddenly consumed my features, Goddess this was going to be fun.

I used all of my strength to lift my face up to Dark's neck. I saw a flash of confusion in his red eyes. I brought my mouth up to his neck. I quickly let my teeth sink into his flesh. The skin broke slightly, allowing me to taste his intoxicating blood. This bite was first meant as an attack but once I tasted the mixture of his sweet blood and salty sweat it changed. I let my tongue taste his skin. I felt his muscles tense as he held something in; a shudder went down his back. I smiled in joy at his helplessness. In his pleasure, his grip on my arms loosened allowing me to lean forward and nuzzle his neck.

The need to feel him touch me washed over me. I kissed his neck, over the wound I had just made. I nibbled slightly at his pale skin. A light shiver went down my spine as I heard his breath hitch. I leaned in biting down on the soft flesh. This time I did not break the skin, but I did suck slightly on the soft salty skin. Once again I felt him shudder.

Before I had a chance to bask in the joy of my accomplishment his hips thrust against mine. I felt his manhood grind against me. I bit my lip in pleasure not allowing myself to make a sound. His warm breath caressed my ear as a small moan escaped him. The sound of his pleasure sent waves of sexual urges through my body. I wanted to do so much to the man that held me to the cold stone floor of my enemy's castle. I pulled away, knowing we had to stop. The Dark Lord could never know of our feelings. I felt Dark's body almost collapse against mine in need.

He quickly slid off my body, standing above me trying to control himself. The way he moved reminded me of a cat, the agility and smoothness to his actions. I smiled first in pleasure then in accomplishment. By the time Dark looked down at me I was grinning, feelings of lust hidden behind my eyes. His hand went to his neck, I smiled again as a hidden smile graced his beautiful face. Lust smoldered in his eyes, he looked away and tugged on my shackles. I listened to his silent request and stood. I saw a Moblin step forward to take me, I felt my body tense in anger. Dark informed the Guard he would take me down himself. I let my anger and fear subside.

I was forced to walk in front this time, at least the man learned from his mistakes. I saw the guards around us look at me in contempt. I stood tall and started to stride down the hall. It was hard for me to feel proud of myself, to still walk with dignity, while I was barely dressed. I would be completely naked if Dark had not given me this small scrap of cloth. It was once one of his tunics but after what I did to it, it could not be repaired. I smirked in memory of that escape attempt. Ganondorf did not know where I got the cloth but he allowed me to keep it. He may be evil but he had respect for women. I was treated as a prisoner but he never let anyone take me by force. I fixed my hair with a toss of my head. I saw my room up ahead, how I dreaded to return to that room alone. If only Dark could join me, that was the only thing that would truly quench the need I now felt.

A/N-

Yes, some people may not enjoy my portrayal of these characters. Alas, this is my story, and this is how it is. I hope you enjoyed it enough to continue on. I would love to hear from you if you feel the kind urge to leave a review.