Legend of Zelda: Twilight King
By atfirstdawn
*All characters owned by Nintendo
*Mature content warning
Zelda stood alone helplessly and silently in the middle of the torch lit underground room, her mouth dry from drinking in the fire-licked air through her thick leather gag and her hands shackled above her head and connected to a long thick chain which hung from the ceiling to keep her in place. The stone floor was cold under her bare feet, the stinging temperature forcing her to stay awake while her eyes pleaded her body for sleep. The longer she stayed awake the more vivid her memories became as her mind tortured her with visions from her recent past; she recalled her initial abduction from Hyrule castle and the carriage ride to the Gerudo desert with the dark-eyed woman. Her mind reminded her of the Bulblin that had attacked the carriage after their arrival, splintering the door with its crude spiked club and charging at her with its weapon held high in a frenzy of delight and disgust; Zelda remembered the inhuman quickness of the dark-eyed Gerudo as she launched the Bulblin through the air, out of the carriage and into the sea of Bulblins below with one swift kick. Then, she remembered how the dark-eyed Gerudo had cut the rope from her ankles and tied it loosely around her neck to drag her like the spoils of war through the crowd Bulblins with the other Gerudos surrounding her like knights protecting their Queen.
Zelda felt her face flush with anger and embarrassment as her memories continued to torment her; she could still hear the hissing jeers form the Bulblins in the crowd as if she were walking amongst them again feeling the same anger and embarrassment as before and she could remember their faces, their swollen sand assaulted tongues hanging out of their mouths as the bounced up and down and over each other to get a better view of their newly acquired helpless princess, it had felt like a nightmare to her, a twisted dream that she couldn't wake up from, the hissing jeers stayed with her. Her wrists still hurt from struggling against the rough rope, she hadn't made it easy for the Gerudos to escort her through the crowd of Bulblins by kicking the sand and trying to pull away as best she could to escape the feeling of her bound body being a spectacle to so many. It hadn't been until the large Gerudo woman had tightened the knot around Zelda's neck and took the rope from the dark-eyed Gerudo that Zelda stopped struggling, the fear of possibly being choked by that woman eliminated the world around her as she struggled to keep up with the Gerudo's loping strides. Zelda's eyes melted into tears as she saw the entrance to the underground Gerudo fortress ahead of her; her mind raced with cruel thoughts, she knew she was being hidden away from the land of Hyrule and soon only those who knew where to find her would be able to do so.
The rope around Zelda's thighs made it difficult to keep up with the large Gerudo as they walked, more and more Zelda fell behind and felt the knot tightening around her neck; she moaned in discomfort and tried to slow down to release the torque of the rope but instead the large Gerudo responded with a violent tug that forced Zelda forward and caused both the knot around her neck to tighten and the rope around her thighs to burn her painfully. As they walked Zelda could feel her entire body pulsating with the blood in her veins building up around the ropes on her body; she felt her eyes thud in her skull as she was blinded by silver tears in the increasing darkness of the narrow stone halls of the fortress. She continued to moan with failed pleading words as she was dragged further underground, her pleads fell on deaf ears, the walking continued… disorientated, Zelda didn't realise that the large Gerudo woman had stopped until she felt her body pushed violently against a jagged stone wall. The rope from around her neck was cut; she took in giant panicked breaths as best she could through her gag as the ropes around her arms were also cut. A heavy iron door was pushed open in front of Zelda; she felt a hand tug on her hair to motion her forward and through the open door; inside the ropes around her wrists were cut and then she was shoved into the room; Zelda fell to the floor, the ropes around her thighs making it impossible for her to stay on her feet.
The impact of her fall shocked her arms back to life and with adrenaline coursing through her she began clawing at her gag with both hands. Zelda let out a short moan as her numb fingers caressed the leather instead of gripping it, her finger tips were cold against her warm cheeks; again and again she felt her fingers run down her cheeks in frenzied attempts to free her mouth. A sharp tingling impacted the nerves in her fingertips giving her more control; she clawed at her gag once more, aware of the Gerudo women now entering the room behind her and lighting torches. Zelda's fingers felt the thick unforgiving leather and gripped it tight; at first Zelda tried to pull the gag out from between her teeth and lips moaning as she strained to no avail. Out of desperation her hands reached around the back of her head to the series of knots which had been rubbing against the back of her neck, Zelda's fingers felt the knots and then she felt harsh Gerudo hands grab her wrists…
Zelda moaned in protest as her hands were pulled from the gag and her body was dragged to the centre of the room. Forced to her feet again with her arms forced out in front of her by the large Gerudo standing behind her Zelda saw another Gerudo, the dark-eyed Gerudo approach her with shackles and chains in her hands. Thrashing against the sturdy wall of flesh of the large Gerudo Zelda felt the cold metal of the shackles around the raw skin of her wrists. Forcefully Zelda's arms were pulled above her head as her shackles were hooked to a chain hanging from the ceiling. Using what was left of the slashed rope that had bound Zelda previously; the dark-eyed Gerudo knelt down and tied Zelda's perfect ankles together again, the knot causing the rope to burn Zelda's sensitive skin as it tightened.
The last torch was lit, though their light didn't emanate far, and with that the women left the room leaving Zelda alone in the dark stone room, the heavy iron door screeching behind them as it was closed and bolted. Zelda had no concept of time now, moments seemed like hours yet hours could easily have been mere moments. Zelda struggled against her shackles, the grinding of metal on metal whispered through the room telling Zelda how futile her attempts of escape really were. Soon her legs ached from standing, the tingling in her feet from the cold stone under her intensified as she helplessly struggled to rid herself of the unwanted sensation, her arms felt heavy over her head as the blood desperately tried to crawl through her veins… her eyes were heavy but closing them made her more aware of her body, her cold feet, her heavy and limp arms, her dry mouth… with sleep evading her and time appearing to have stopped Zelda's mind began to cycle through the events that had led her here over and over…