Author's Note: Hallooo! So, this will be my first Zelda chapter story. It's set in The Ocarina of Time, just like all of my other Zelda stories. This was a project that I started awhile back that I really loved writing. I'm not quite sure why I never put it up, maybe because I thought there would be a negative reaction. Ah well, it doesn't matter. Anyway, this is a story revolving around Nabooru. I thought the Gerudos would make an interesting subject piece.

I'm not so sure how long this will run. I have about three chapters written, and if I don't get positive feedback, I probably won't bother to write any more of it.

Before you read on, this will be an explict story. It's not so pretty. But if that is your cup of tea, and maybe even if it isn't, I'll hope you'll give this story a chance. Thank you, and enjoy!

Black. Pitch black. That's all that could possibly be seen. They threw the blindfolded girl into the room, stripped her, and pushed her back onto the cold floor. She was on the verge of screaming, wanting to slash their hands away. But all of her security had been taken. Weapons, gone. Armor, gone. What she would have given just to feel the smooth handle of her sword.

Her capturers where rough, almost brutal. They kicked and shoved, pinched and scratched. They finally gave her one last violent nudge, making her crash to the ice-cold floor. She curled into the fetal position, caressing her bruised skin, soothing the pain. She shivered, the urge to rip off the blindfold clawed at her insides, but she knew better than to follow her intuition at the moment.

A door flew open, crashing against a wall, issuing a horrible sound that echoed through the room. It slammed shut again, giving off an equally awful noise. Heavy footsteps made their way across the room at a leisurely pace. But with every step, the girl huddled on the floor flinched. She was shaking horribly, wanting to get up and run, even if she had to do it blindly. But her fear and intelligence kept her stationary. She was finally aware of the presence above her. There were no more sounds, only heaving breathing and the ringing in her ears. What should could not see, however, where those hungry yellow eyes.

She heard him remove his belt, then his pants. She whimpered, curling up tighter, wishing she could disappear. Wishing she could be saved. He finally knelt to the ground, taking her shoulders to his palms and pushing her straight. She felt exposed, knew he was staring down her whole body. His gaze felt like a finger, pressing into her soft skin, traveling over every surface of her body. He then forced himself down on her, she gasped as his weight came down upon her. He was hard and erect, she could feel it even before he started working his way into her. In, out, harder, faster, he was lunging into her virginal flesh, not caring if he ripped her.

The girl was writhing with pain and undesirable pleasure at the same time. She screamed and screamed until her throat could not longer support her voice. She felt her own blood run down between her legs. He was getting more intense and was showing no signs of stopping. He was panting heavily in her ear as she dug her fingers into his back. By the time she had reached her climax, she was sobbing. He rolled off of her, huffing. She was frozen in place, crying, fluids emitting from her. Before he left, he kicked her in the side, barely missing her ribcage. He spat down on her with disgust and exited the cold stone room.

The Gerudo mating ritual was a cruel one.

That was my first memory of Ganondorf.

"Nabooru!" Five years.

"Nabooru!" Five years since that day. "Are you coming?"

"Coming to what?" I asked, not looking at the speaker. I threw a saddle onto my horse, taking my time to strap it on.

"To… you know, the-,"

"Yes, I know. No, I don't feel like witnessing chastely flesh be unpurified. Thanks anyway," I replied with mock enthusiasm. She looked at me with disappointment. Was this really one of those girls that helped me, stood by me in my realism? I thought she had been better than the others, but maybe she was just another sadist after all.

"Are you sure? You could help with the girl…"

"How old are you?" I cut her off.

"… Fifteen…"

"Then you shouldn't be talking, babe, because if Ganondorf is still the head honcho around here by next year…" I sighed. "All I'm trying to say is, next year, this girl is you. So enjoy watching while it lasts, but your turn will come, too." I glared down at her, her eyes had widened. Without saying another word, she ran away, down the hill, out of the cavalry practice range. "Stupid girl."

I mounted my horse and took out my sleek, wooden long bow. It was always like this, for as long as any Gerudo can remember. The male leader took all the sixteen year old girls, had them thrown into that damned room, and they were raped. Yet, that's probably the only solution most Gerudos could come up with, our race's males weren't exactly what you'd call handsome. Completely different from females. The bad thing was, a male was only born every fifty to one hundred years. When that male is born, he has to spread as much sperm as possible, or we'd all be extinct. Most girls wouldn't be willing to, err, "hit that" so to speak. So, with our sick, vicious minds, Gerudos thought of the most predictable Gerudo thing. And that basically summed up our "mating ritual." It sickened me to think that most of our whole community was incest. I mean, you really couldn't go any other way, with only one male every so often.

But, this whole thing about rape also evolved into a sign. The sign that these girls were ready to start major weapon and defenses training. It was also said to toughen you up. But I think that is just a load of bull shit told to the girls to make them feel better about it. If it's possible to feel better about being raped.

That was me, five years ago. I had been terrified. I hadn't even been told that I'd be my turn, they just ripped me from my house that night. Whenever I thought about it, the more I realized how much I hated our society.

Something in me flared up. Hatred. Humiliation. Shame. I kicked into the tendon of my horse's thigh, hard. Perhaps a bit too hard. He whinnied in surprise and sprinted off. I had to grab a fistful of his coarse mane hair so I wouldn't be thrown off. Cla-clunk. Ca-clap. Cla-clunk. Ca-clap. The sound of his hooves synchronized almost perfectly with my racing heart.

I raised my bow, letting go of the thick hair, locking my legs onto his bulging sides. I slip my hand back, knocking an arrow, closing my right eye. On target Nabooru, on target. Cla-clunk. Ba-bump. Must be one with the horse. Don't let the motion get the better of you! I pulled the bow string back, directing the tip of the arrow with my index finger. Release.

Shit. My arrow missed the bull's-eye by about two inches from the left. Too late. The blood was rushing, pounding in my ears. Knocking another arrow, I saw him. At first I almost loosened my legs from the horse's sides, but squeezed my knees tighter instead. It had been fake. Just an illusion. My heart was offbeat with the galloping. I took a gulp of hot air, trying to keep focus on the next target. I imagined him there, on the target, crucified. I could feel the hatred burning in my fingertips, directing the arrow tip the right way. I pulled back, released. This time, it hit right on target, right to his heart. Bull's-eye.

After a few more rounds, I halted my horse, leading it to the watering hole. I had lost my cool, sweat dripped out of every pore. I was huffing problematically, as if I had asthma clenching me with an attack. I lowered myself to the watering hole. I plunged my whole head in, sucking water through my teeth, cleansing my sweat-drenched skin. My crimson hair flowed around me in an unreal way. I lifted my head back out, flipping my hair to my back. I wiped the water off of my face, taking a deep breath.

The sun was about to set, the sky was flashing streaks of neon colors across the clouds. I patted my horse and led him back to his stall, unbuckling the saddle and pushing it out of the way. I was beat. I felt as if I had just run hundreds of miles, but it had only been fucking archery practice. What was with me? My horse snorted, waiting to be brushed.

"Sorry, but I'll take care of you tomorrow, I just need some sleep… drown out the noise of those lunatics once they start their fucking 'ritual'…" I said, holding my cheek to the side of his face.

"Generally, people who talk to themselves are considered 'lunatics', miss," It was a… boy? I spun around, almost giving myself whiplash. A youngish man with copper hair was standing awkwardly ahead of me. His thick arm was wrapped around the neck of a gigantic black stallion with rolling red eyes.

"Who the hell are you?" I snapped, mainly from surprise. Then I cleared my throat and added, "Sir…" His bushy eyebrows went up a little, and he wriggled his mustache. It looked more like a nervous twitch. I got a better eyeful as he took his time in answering. I almost burst out laughing. He had pink trouser pants that were at least three times too large that were held up by shoulder straps. His dirt-covered shoes were also enormous on him. It must have been a miracle just for him to have walked two steps out the door. From wherever he came from. But, apparently, he didn't think his appearance was so ridiculous, for he held himself in an important manner. As if he were the King himself, rocking back and forth on his heels, smirking at me. I guess he had taken in an eyeful as well. With me being the sexy little thing that I am.

"I, ehem, am Ingo… Mr. Ingo." He looked up at my eyes (he had been staring at my chest in his previous moments of thought) and flashed a very toothy grin. He watched me, as if expecting me to know what he was talking about. But, of course, I didn't.

"… And?" I lifted an eyebrow. Wow, what a bitch. Look at what all these hard years exposed to other Gerudos has done to me.

"Well, err, I am the owner of Lon Lon Ranch. Well… hehem, more like, future owner of Lon Lon Ranch." His mustache twitched again.

"So…Mr. Ingo, is there a reason why you are here in Gerudo territory? I could have you thrown in prison upon the spot, you know, if you fail to explain yourself. Most of my women wouldn't even give you that luxury." He straightened his stance immediately and cleared his throat for the thousandth time.

"Yes, yes, of course. Lord Ganondorf pre-paid for one of our finest stallions. It was set in stone that the horse should be delivered to the cavalry master on this day," He told me hastily. I grimaced at the mention of his name. But, damn, I had forgotten. I glanced at the black horse. It looked lean, mean, strong, and was a perfect match for him. "Could you please direct me to the cavalry master?"

"You're speaking to her," I replied, far more interested in the horse. Yeah, I could clean this thing up and it'd be ready for anything by next week.

"Oh, well… would you, please, sign the receipt?" He jammed his hand down into his trouser pocket, pulling out some yellowed parchment.

"Receipt?"

"Just to prove that the trade went on, as planned, for future reference…" He seemed to have fallen apart completely in such a short amount of time. Where was that cocky, self-important Mr. Ingo, now? I snatched the papers out of his hands, taking a stick and ink he handed me as well. I sloppily signed the required lines and thrust the parchment back at him.

"Yeah, I'll take the brute," I said, grabbing the reigns. "Thanks for the efforts, Mr. Ingo. It's appreciated." He beamed at me slyly. I rolled my eyes inwardly.

"Well… miss, I was told that if I reached my destination around nightfall, I wasn't expected to come home in the dark…" He hinted as I led the charcoal black horse to an empty stall.

"Is that so? Well if you'd feel safer here, then I'm sure we could arrange a spacious cell in our prison for the night," I answered coolly.

"That's, err, not quite what I meant-,"

"Then I suppose you should be on your way, shouldn't you?" He glared at me, I returned the look effortlessly. He pulled at his mustache.

"Right." He turned on his heel and hurried down the sloping hill that led away from the practice range. Hylian men were helpless fools. I led the stallion to an empty stall, tying his reins to a post. Not wanting to be held responsible for it's death, I supplied it with water and feed.

I returned to my horse, deciding to groom him after all. I don't know how long I stood there brushing his short, sleek hair. The sun had long since set and the orb of eerie white had taken it's place high in the sky.

I ran my hands over the bulky body, giving him farewell. I had never given him a proper name, maybe because I knew that once I was called into battle, I might not come back out escorted by him. We were in heated, intense war right now. With those Hylians. I was taken aback by that Ingo man's bravery, coming here without guards. But perhaps I was mistaking stupidity for courage. Ever since, though it pains me even to think his name, Ganondorf came into his rightful rule… our balance with the Hylians had gone to hell. Generally us Gerudos kept to ourselves, after all, Hyrule was our prey. We were master thieves, and they were our source of riches. Most of our kings had left Hyrule alone, not wanting Hyrule's economy to die, otherwise it would be like plundering poverty. And any person with common sense knew that would not be good for us. Besides, Hyrule was close to us, so much easier than stealing from other lands. It only made sense, the way we played. So why was Ganondorf waging this war on Hyrule? He was ruining our very reputation, our lives.

Some people argued, however, that what he was planning was in favor of us. If we took control of Hyrule and it's economy, then we wouldn't have to steal. But what good are thieves who cannot steal? I was almost hoping that Hyrule would win against us, make us cower in our fortress. Fell Ganondorf. No, I wasn't hoping for it, I was begging for it. Besides, the Hylians knew how to run their land, we didn't. And I didn't want to have to resort to traveling all the way through the forest to Clock Town to rob.

My unit was to leave in three days. We were being sent right into the heart of Hyrule, to raid the castle, to attempt to destroy it. We were being sent to our death beds.

I rubbed my temples vigorously between my fingers. If that mission wouldn't kill me, this migraine certainly would. I suddenly felt like I was being watched. I spun around, my hand on the handle of the dagger hidden under my belt. I tensed up at what I saw, but dropped my hand from my waist.

"I'm disappointed that you never help with the ritual, Nabooru…" His yellow eyes gleamed in the darkness. He was perched on a fence about three yards away, eyeing me with interest.

"I am honored that you know my name, my lord." I bowed respectively. I couldn't have felt less honored.

"Do not lie to me, filthy swine," He said silkily. I didn't look up. "But, yes, Nabooru… I've kept a very close eye on you. The past five years you have worked, hard. I saw as you worked your way up the ranks, from such a disgraceful rookie to what I see before me on this night. There was no doubt, however, that you had talent once you started in advanced training. But, there was something else in your eye… something that drove you to 'talent,' drove you to 'perfection.' I asked myself many a time, 'Is she doing this deliberately? To get my attention?' Because, trust me, my darling… it looked very deliberate. So I watched, and you knew it. I pondered what that drive in your eye was… what gave you such adrenaline. Was it greed? Yearning for revenge? I longed to know, as I analyzed every bit of you, your background. That one question burned in the back of my mind. What made you strive? It made me want you. You captivate me, Nabooru. And I couldn't help but notice that you could possibly feel the same. Just to get close and personal to me.Do you want it that badly? That lifestyle? I realize that all the innocent peach fuzz from five years ago has been hidden off of you. You tempt me, Nabooru. And I want a taste.

"From now on, you will report directly to me. I will be assigning a new commander for the castle raid. You will be getting a new post. I'll be sending for you soon." He recited this all slowly, so it seeped into every crevice of my brain. So all I could hear were his words, his thundering voice. Revenge? Greed? What was he saying? That I wanted to be with him. I had no possible way to protest, my tongue was dry and gagging me.

When I chanced a glance upwards, he had vanished. I stood frozen to the spot, waiting for the earth to collapse around me, swallow me, anything. I was afraid. Terrified of what Ganondorf would have me do. New post? I wanted to go on that raid now. Rather be sent to my death bed, than work directly for that slime. My skin was crawling, the ghastly feeling of his presence still enveloped me.

My feet started to move, carry me forward, away from the stables, away from the practice range. Taking me far from the encounter. Was it was a hallucination? No, that was just a radical hope. But just seeing his image in my mind was enough to destroy every last grain of hope in me. Living with these women, these insane sadists, stripped me of all hope. All dreams. I knew, deep down, that it would never be a hallucination, never be fake. This was life. This was my fucking life, and you always have to take responsibility in the end. I knew that freedom would never be an option.

My brain was barely working. I could hardly tell anything apart. All I knew was that it was still night, and that I was heading for the dungeons. I was going to that room. The corridors were deathly quiet, all the handlers, guards, and viewers had long since gone back to their quarters. The show was over. I reached the heavy steel door, placing my hands on its cool exterior, I forced it open. Only a sliver of moonlight lit the empty room. A curled up figure was laying, unmoving, on the stone floor.

I walked to the girl. I knew her, fairly well. She would be a new rookie on my apprentice unit. In a few days. If I was still allowed to even train those girls. I prayed to our sand goddess that I still could. Those few girls meant the world to me.

I bent down on one knee and touched her shoulder tenderly. She flinched, but I did not withdraw.

"It hurts. And it will continue to hurt. But you must get up. If those women find you here tomorrow, you will be beaten severely," I tried to say soothingly. I rolled her over, so she was facing me. She quivered violently at my touch. But she had to deal with it, learn good touch from bad. It's just another lesson you had to learn.

I brushed her damp hair away from her eyes. They looked hauntingly blank. It almost made me want to weep. I've seen corpses, bloody battles, and all of the tragic aftermath… but this was worse than anything. To see a soul broken. I never got used to it. No matter how many girls I assisted after their… "test." I couldn't stand their loneliness and the stench of shame and sex. Her face and soft, pearl-white skin exposed bruises of all shades. She had a split lip and blood was coming from unseen wounds. Those damn women inflicted more damage on these poor girls than Ganondorf did. No, I shouldn't say that. The beatings were to make them weak, so they wouldn't put up a fight. Just to hurt them physically. But Ganondorf hurt them on a whole new level. Crushed them emotionally. I wondered how long it would take for her to cope with the probability that she was pregnant?

I dug my hands under her sweat filmed underside. Straightening my back, I lifted her up using my leg muscle strength. She suddenly let out a gasp and shuddered, arching her back, making it so I nearly dropped her. She wrapped her arms around my neck, clinging on to me limply. I took a few steps toward the door, slowly. Her body swayed ever so slightly with every movement. I was aware of all the blood that was more than likely staining my clothes. It was nothing new.

"Nabooru? Is… is that you?" She croaked. I dared myself to gaze back at her. She stared at me with those empty eyes. I didn't speak. I could tell, that if she could, that girl would be crying her eyes out. But she was run dry, I could tell. I knew the feeling. She pulled herself closer to me, pressing her exposed body to me. I wanted to set her free, set her up in some caring home in Hyrule. I wanted to do that for all these younger girls, while they still had a chance to be normal. Would that be so awful? For our people and the Hylians to merge into one?

"Nabooru?" She whispered again. "I don't want to sleep alone…"

"… I know."