Ganondorf woke up the next morning in high spirits. His life-long quest to ultimate power and control over Hyrule was approaching fast. The carnal pleasures of the night before left him refreshed and clear-headed. He had little doubt that soon his warriors would apprehend the final piece of the triforce for him.
His mind drifted back to the young girl that was already in his dungeon. It was time to feed her again. He jumped out of bed and dressed himself, giving orders to his servants as he went along.
"I want Nabooru waiting for me in my chambers when I return," he commanded as he left the room. The servant bowed obediently and Ganondorf started his long walk down to see his prisoner.
Link was running laps around her small cage. Ganondorf had been benevolent enough to provide her with decent food and a place to rest, but being in a cage made her restless. He was a monster for putting her in a kennel like a dog.
"You're quite energetic," Ganon mused as he walked into the dark room with an extravagant tray of food, "I wonder if you will still be like that after I remove your triforce."
Link defensively sprang back to the middle of the cage and didn't respond to his words.
Ganondorf laughed a little.
"Don't worry, little girl," he said gently as he held a fine pastry through the bars to her, "despite your rebelliousness, I seem to have grown fond of you."
His good-natured behavior puzzled Link. She wondered what had changed in him. Uneasily, she realized that he wouldn't be as easy to manipulate with his newly cooled blood.
"Fond in what way?" escaped Links tense lips.
Ganondorf did not look at her as she spoke, but kept his gaze sternly on the floor.
"…In a way that little girls, like you, shouldn't experience until they are older," he replied darkly as he motioned for her to come eat her meal.
She wouldn't get anywhere with him if she didn't do something drastic. Ideas ran through her head, and she latched on the first one that seemed even slightly plausible. She pulled her dress off over her head, and stood before him completely nude. His yellow eyes raked up from the floor to drink in her flesh and a hot bulge in his trousers began to rise. Neither uttered a word for a moment.
"You're playing a very dangerous game, girl," he rumbled as she glided closer to him.
"I want to wash," she said as steadily and controlled as she could muster.
"It will be quite difficult to clean a filthy little temptress like you," he growled as his pulse quickened.
"You give me fine silks to wear and good food to eat, but my body is still grimy from the day you brought me here!" Link objected, boldly leaning right up against the bars to him.
His sour glare bored into her and he was thankful that he had released himself with Nabooru the night before.
"If you WANT to be raped, I can certainly provide that service for you," he hissed as he grabbed her jaw and shoved the phallic pastry into her mouth. The icing clung to her cheeks in a suggestive way and Ganondorf mockingly fucked her mouth with it. Link started gagging and choking so he stopped himself after a pump or two. He grimaced wildly from his domination over the hero as even dirtier thoughts poured into his mind.
"I will give you a wash pan, soap, and cloth… if you kiss my hand," he bargained as she coughed and rubbed the icing off her face.
Hate flashed across the hero's face and gave Ganondorf an unsettling sting.
"Forget it then…" he said with a dismissive wave of his hand, but she reached up and grabbed his thick fingers.
He stared at his little animal and sneered.
"Do it then," he challenged.
She pulled his hand down to her face and, with pure distain, pressed her lips to his rough skin. He smelled like other women. His sexual control was a mystery to her no longer. Disgusting as it was, she would have to go further than she previously planned to pull the same reckless behavior from him. Access to a single blade would be all she needed to fight in an honorable way again and regain her pride.
Holding back her revulsion, she licked Ganondorf's filthy skin and goose bumps shot up his arm. Shock froze him for a moment before he lunged his other hand at her through the bars. Before she could react, he shoved her face to his lips and kissed her. She was paralyzed with horror as the man's insistent tongue slipped through her teeth and began to explore her mouth. She tried to pull away, but his inhuman strength held her in place until he was finished. A knot in her stomach tightened as he reluctantly released her and stepped back shakily.
"Enjoy your meal. I will bring your requested items later tonight," he breathlessly murmured and mechanically lumbered out of the room.
He had suspected that the Link girl would rile him up, but not to such an extreme degree. He needed Nabooru's body to safely free his tension before he could continue with his day.
In haste he rushed up to his room where the woman was supposed to be waiting, only to find his chambers empty.
"WHERE IS NABOORU?!" Ganondorf roared as he ran out into the hall.
His servants shrank away from him, but one mustered up the courage to speak.
"We just found a note saying that she was going to personally hunt for the princess," a moblin clarified, eager to leave his presence, "She's been gone since very early this morning."
Ganondorf yelled again and punched a crumbling hole in the wall. How dare she deny him his release by carelessly running off? The fire in him grew, but his mind reeled. Nabooru knew that she was most efficient when she stayed back at the castle and directed the search. Running off with her warriors was a waste of time. If she didn't return with little Zelda under her arm, he was going to rip that woman apart.
"Outfit my horse for two days worth of travel," he ordered. He was going to find that woman and demonstrate his displeasure to her, "Be sure to pack my whip."
His commands were carried out and within the hour he was riding out toward his desert fortress to start his own search. Normally he would teleport there, but his horse and equipment were a bit too much for him to take through the portal. His sorcery limits bothered him even more than usual today, and he swore to dedicate more practice to it as soon as he had control over the fully-assembled triforce.
The blazing sun had scarcely any effect on Nabooru's tanned skin as she searched for the missing princess. She thanked God that her warriors had not found the girl yet. After the king raped her, she decided to do all she could to destroy his plans and rid her people of his vile influence. Keeping the final piece of the triforce from him was key. If Ganondorf got his hands on it, there would be no stopping him.
Her odds of finding the girl were quite good, since her warrior's prior search had ruled out a vast area around the fortress. All that remained was a thin strip of desert that she could easily investigate on her own. Hours of wandering passed as she looked for any sign of the lost girl, and finally she was rewarded. The pink outer-bodice of the girl's dress clung tangled under some brush. She looked around the area carefully and discovered an odd-looking mound of sand. Upon further investigation, she saw it was a burrow, and inside was the tiny, curled up frame of the missing princess.
"Please don't be dead…" Nabooru whispered, as she pulled the girl from the ground. It was a creative way to escape the sun, but not something an experienced desert survivor would have done. She promptly got out her water and dripped it slowly in the girl's dry, cracked mouth. Her body reacted to the precious moisture and life stirred in her. Over the next hour, Nabooru patiently nursed the girl back from immediate danger and set up camp. Traveling that night could be deadly to the girl, and everything necessary to bring her back from death's door was already at hand.
The night was clear and beautiful but its grace was lost on the gerudo leader when she saw a dark horseman approach her camp. She scrambled to hide Zelda under some blankets and mount her horse. Swiftly she rode out to meet the intruder before he got too close.
To her dismay, it was the very man she prayed it would not be. Ganondorf looked nothing less than furious. His calm demeanor warned her of his impending violence, like the still air before a storm.
She slid off her horse to bow to the terrible king.
"My Lord," she greeted, with her head almost on the sand.
He remained on his mount and took out his whip. A ruthless jerk of his arm sent the leather raking across her back, ripping her cloths and skin. She gritted her teeth to stop the scream from coming out.
"Stand up and explain your recklessness, Nabooru," he said softly, winding the whip around his massive hand.
"One of my warriors was sick, so I took her place in the hunt, My Lord." she lied, "I only wanted to be as efficient for you as possible."
His rage settled at her explanation.
"You will ask for my permission next time you leave the castle," he ordered through his clenched teeth.
"Yes, My Lord," she quickly responded with a bob of her head.
He dismounted his giant black steed and stood unnervingly close to her. A crooked smile crossed his face and he leaned in close to her ear.
"I needed you today," he whispered as he grazed her cheek with his cold steel gauntlet, "let's retire to your camp for the night so you can service me."
Her heart raced. There was no way to keep Zelda hidden from him now. The best she could do is stay on his good side until an opportunity emerged.
"We must be careful not to disturb the princess," Nabooru said quickly, backing away from her master, "She is very weak and needs rest."
Ganondorf's brow rose in surprise. He could barely believe what was hearing. Perhaps Nabooru's actions were not as foolhardy as he first thought. He wrapped his arms around her and brought her close to him.
"You've impressed me again," he purred into her ear, "Keep it up. Show me the girl."
With a deep breathe she lead him back to the camp. She tied up the horses, and ushered him into her tent. Impatiently he uncovered the bundle and examined the sleeping princess.
"You've done exceedingly well, Nabooru," Ganondorf said warmly as he began to pull the girl from her nest of blankets, "I plan to reward you handsomely for your hard work."
"What are you doing with her?" she quipped as he laid his massive hands on the girl's shallow-breathing chest.
"Healing her. Why? Are you jealous of the attention?" he asked with a cocky grin.
Nabooru stepped back and let Ganondorf's dark magic penetrate Zelda's burnt skin and lesions. With a sickening twitch or two, the girl started to regain her soft pale complexion as it rejuvenated her from the inside out.
"I'm afraid you will just have to get used it, my darling," he spoke softly with his back to her, "The closest you will ever come to my full dedication will be as my head concubine. I plan to marry this little smidgen of a girl when I takeover Hyrule. It will make the regime change legitimate as well as easier for the citizens to accept. I'm sure you understand."
Red. Everything went red in Nabooru's eyes. His heedlessness for her and the rest of the female sex had gone too far. She would be damned before she would let him defile the young girl as he had done to her. Her jittery hand rested on her scimitar. Ideas twisted in her head. Maybe Ganondorf's visit was a blessing after all. If he never returned to the village no one would have reason to suspect her. Ganondorf wouldn't have been the first strong man to venture out into the desert and never return.
Zelda's eyes fluttered open as she began to rise back to consciousness. Ganondorf gently covered her face before she could see who he was, not wanting to startle her. She did not struggle against his mammoth hand as it rubbed her pounding temples and she patiently let it's dark magic heal her wounds. To mend her smoothly took a large amount of controll, and it demanded all of the man's focus to do it well. He didn't even notice when Nabooru drew her blade from behind his back and readied her strike.
It was just like him, she thought, to be blind of any danger.