AN: THE FOLLOWING CHAPTER CONTAINS SEXUALLY EXPLICIT MATERIAL, AS WELL AS TRIGGERS FOR SEXUAL ASSAULT. BY READING THIS CHAPTER, YOU CONFIRM THAT YOU ARE OF AGE IN YOUR COUNTRY OF RESIDENCE TO READ MATERIAL OF THIS NATURE.

I would not swear it. I would not, could not do that. But Ganondorf knew I was beaten, and he had the guard half-drag me to the bedroom. And I was yielding, because I knew it could hurt so much worse. It hurt bad enough with Link inside of me, and I'd been more than willing. The guard pushed me into the room with Ganondorf right there, and he locked the door. I climbed onto the bed, shuddering as I looked at its sheets. Ganondorf cleared his throat, and it struck me as hilarious that he looked nervous. "Take off your clothes," he growled, unhooking his armor and starting to remove it piece by piece. Whatever I'd found funny, I no longer did. I unraveled the gold sash and threw it to one side on the floor, and I struggled with the buttons that ran up the back of the dress. Ganondorf was down to his loose black pants now. His chest was muscular, with a dusting of curly dark hair. I looked away, an unwarranted heat creeping between my thighs. My breasts ached from being trapped inside a corset for too long. I curled up on the bed, my back towards Ganondorf. He climbed onto the bed and unbuttoned my dress, taking his time and pushing it off my shoulders, down off my chest. I shivered, a chill raising my skin into goosepimples. Ganondorf untied my stays, reaching around to the front to unhook the corset.

"I-I'll do it," I stuttered, pushing his hands away and quickly unhooking the material. I flung the corset to the floor and wrapped my arms protectively around my chest, trembling even as Ganondorf reached around, cupping the undersides of my breasts and kissing my neck and shoulder, his fingers creeping their way up under my arms. I tried to pin them tighter against my body, protecting myself from him, but he growled in his throat and pried at my arms until I loosened them with a choked sob. His hands squeezed my breasts painfully, and in a fluid motion he pushed me down on my back, leaning over to kiss my mouth. I turned my head away, and he bared his teeth, putting a hand at my throat and squeezing until I coughed and whimpered, turning my face back towards his. He kissed me forcefully, pushing his tongue into my mouth and sucking at my lips. I responded as little possible, holding still and wishing that I could sink into the bed to never be seen again.

His rough hands pulled the rest of my dress away, and then my drawers, ripping them down ferociously. "Don't," I croaked painfully, but he didn't listen, grabbing my hands by the wrists and pinning them up on the pillows. I was nude and vulnerable, and my cursed sex was impatient in its longing. That was the worst part of the ordeal; that in a sick way, I desired him to do this. I could only think of Link—how could he ever want me after this? Ganondorf moved away for a moment, letting my hands go. I sat up and looked, realizing he was removing his last article of clothing. He climbed back onto the bed, stepping out of his discarded pants, and pinned my down again, his dry mouth sucking painfully at the starting point of my cut, licking lightly at the blood. I recoiled with tears in my eyes. His knees forced my legs apart, and then he was inside of me, with a sudden thrust that made my toes clench and made me cry out in pain. Ganondorf held me down, and I stared helplessly up at the ceiling, letting my tears fall. He grunted as he thrusted inside of me, so hard I could barely breathe, hitting something tender in my gut that made me flinch and gasp sharply. I cried through the entire ordeal, feeling sick again, wanting to vomit. Ganondorf groaned, squeezing my wrists so tight they bruised, shuddering as he found his release. He lowered himself on top of me, smothering my body. I could do little more but stare at the ceiling, my whole self feeling numb.

Ganondorf pulled free and rolled onto his back, gasping for air and staring upwards. After several minutes, he sat up, getting a robe and throwing it at me. "I will see you in the morning for breakfast, and we will commence again tomorrow night. You're dismissed." I stared at him with wild eyes. He growled and punched the wall, horrible in his nakedness and anger. "Get OUT!" he roared. My hands were so numb, I couldn't manage to properly pull on the robe. A guard had to do it for me, his hands tender. The same guard walked me back to my room, where I sank onto the bed, and cried bitterly the entire night.