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Chap. 40: Rustlers
Zelda crept closer, using the terrain and rolling hills that fell toward the gravely, rocky beach to her advantage. She counted a large number of enemies in total, but it was nothing she hadn't seen before. The offshore platform, with a long ramp running up to it from a nearby, broken and weathered pier, held to Bokoblins. One was red-skinned, the other a bit darker. There was a chest up there, too, she could see, locked with the strange magic that dissipated when all nearby servants of the Calamity were slain.
At least four more roamed the lower reaches. One, a Moblin with deep azure skin, was spear-fishing several dozen feet further away, near the end of the small bay the camp sat on the eastern side of. Three Bokoblins, two blue and one red, stood guard over the makeshift, crude corral that held several sheep. Sheep branded with the same token she had seen at Koyin's ranch. Looks like these are the rustlers, then, Zelda thought grimly to herself.
She kept skirting the camp to the east, using the height and a low ridge to keep her mostly out of sight too. Just a little more, a few hundred feet...
The princess' pulse raced in her chest and neck as she crouched low to cross the most dangerous point of the short journey. Only tall grass hid her from direct view, if any of the Bokoblins happened to look her way, Sheikah Armor or no, she would be entirely visible.
But no alarm was sounded as she slipped out of view behind another large rock outcropping.
Her count had been off, and the adventurer considered herself lucky that she hadn't jumped right into things.
There was another Bokoblin there, dark-skinned. Darker than a blue one, this Bokoblins' skin was a deep, dark umber brown, almost black, with white markings and lines on it that almost looked like reverse tattoos. They were arranged in strange patterns, diamonds, squares, and lines. Like the blue Bokoblins were to the red-skinned, more common variety, it was larger than the blues by a good foot or more, and she estimated it weighed at least fifty pounds more.
She didn't even want to contemplate how physically strong and durable the creature was. Even though the blue Moblin outmassed it and had far more reach by at least twice over, she was suspicious that it might still be stronger.
Either way, she didn't want to find out.
The problem was, she had limited resources, and this was a full camp of strong enemies, with only two red Bokoblins among them. A Remote Bomb would kill either of those if it hit at close range, yes, but they weren't conveniently close. In fact, none of the monsters nearby were close to each other, except one of the two blue Bokoblins and the darker-skinned one. With a frown, she peeked over the ridge and held out the Sheikah Slate toward it.
Black Bokoblin. Blue Moblin. As I thought. Not that it helps me deal with either of them. No wonder the ranchers are having such a hard time, and why no one has been able to drive them off.
She was starting to wonder if this was more than she could handle, and she hadn't done anything more than scout a little. What chance did the less well-trained, well-practiced guards have? If what she'd heard from Brigo, Mina, Mils, and several others was true, she was more capable than several of them put together, even without her Bombs.
But she had to try. She'd promised Koyin, for one thing, and... she had to protect her people. She had to try.
If nothing else, she could probably drop a few bombs and run. Maybe that would slow them down long enough for her to escape. Come back, repeat the process when they were off-guard again... Yes, that might work, she decided.
She was even in an advantageous position to do so, for now at least.
The rocky hill she lay near the top of provided ample cover, but on the seaward side, it was a steep, if broken, slope. She could probably throw her square bombs far enough to at least get close, and the round one might well roll and bounce straight into the camp. She'd just have to try and avoid the sheep. But they were a couple hundred feet further to the north, so unless she was very unlucky...
Luck, it seemed, was not with her. The cube-shaped, glowing explosive was caught by an offshore breeze. It hit the stony slope below the princess and lodged there. The round one went further, bouncing and skipping as it was pulled by gravity, but as it passed the rocks and entered the coarse beach-grass, it curved south, following the hill away from the monsters' cook-fire, where a huge haunch of mutton, probably one of Koyin's unfortunate animals, was slowly turning on a spit held by another blue Bokoblin.
That very creature snorted and turned its head to follow the sphere. It left the spit for a moment to turn and shout at the nearby black Bokoblin, who looked as well. "Shit," Zelda cursed under her breath. The black creature shouted something else back, and the further blue Bokoblin, the one guarding the sheep, grumbled as it left that duty to stomp across the spacious, beachside camp.
It chased the bomb after it spotted it, the other blue and black Bokoblin watching carefully. She debated blowing both of them early to let the explosive runes recharge, but none of the monsters had seen her yet.
So she let it get closer, until the Bokoblin was standing right over the bomb. It lifted its head and started to call back something to the black one she presumed lead the group. The Moblin's attention was caught by the shout, and it started to lumber north toward the camp too, a large fish already wriggling from its spear.
She tapped the button, and the bombs both exploded. The square one did nothing except shake the ground beneath Zelda's feet and probably attract too much attention her way. The other shot the blue Bokoblin into the air, spinning and whirling with a shriek.
She cursed more quietly and ducked. The explosion had done almost the opposite of what she'd wanted. The blue Bokoblin was probably hurt, yes, but it would survive unless it broke its neck on falling to the ground or somehow impaled itself on its own spear. But the other blue Boko, the black one, and the Moblin along with one of the two red beasts, were now rushing toward the spot where the explosive had gone off.
Which would have been good, if the princess could predict where, exactly, the next bomb would go. Maybe she could throw some of them into water deep enough to drown them, because Bokoblins could not swim well at all. But she could predict no such thing.
She had to try though, and without looking, she lobbed the second round bomb in an arc with a sideways toss the moment the Slate chimed that the rune was charged once more. She peeked over and tapped the button just in time, but the only enemy within the blast radius was the blue Moblin, who staggered back with a meaty arm protecting his face, but didn't fall. Instead, he only roared in pain with his huge ears twitching, one bleeding from the concussive force of the blast. The other Bokoblins, even the red one, had been out of range. "Damn it," she cursed, louder this time.
And realized her mistake a moment too late, as the sharp senses of one of the blue and the black Bokoblin had their beady eyes whip in her direction.
She ducked, and prayed...
There was no sound of pursuit, only the quiet hiss of waves and wind in the grass.
She exhaled in relief after several minutes, then dared peek over once more...
Somehow, she was able to get two more bombs down the hill before she decided to move position, and both caused at least some but superficial-looking damage to the hulking blue Moblin and its almost-as-large Bokoblin companion.
In repositioning, Zelda backed off down the hill, skirting the coast to the east a short distance as low clouds started to roll in from offshore. She waited until the drizzle started again before she inched back up, this time to the north side of the ridge, near where she had almost been spotted before.
She could only do so much from her previous place without being seen, and the Bokoblins had moved in the intervening time.
At least they were injured now. Softened up.
Part of the princess wished she had stronger protections, but didn't dare switch her stealth armor for the hardened leathers of her traveler's armor, and she certainly couldn't wait for the resizing of the metal armor that the Ventest man was supposed to be doing for her starting tomorrow.
She had to do this now, while the Bokoblins were still reeling from her earlier explosive attack.
Four more bombs, in quick succession, rolled down the hill.
The blue Bokoblin she had first tossed was crushed against the shattered remains of the stone wall by the last of them, blasted and worn from the first several. Unfortunately, she didn't seem to be doing much to the rest. The camp was too spread out, and they were all, even the ones on the more distant platform, on high alert since the explosions had started back up.
Blue, black, red, red, and blue Moblin... there were still too many left.
She sighed and tried moving again, slinking low. It wasn't enough. This time, as she slunk low through the grass in the opposite direction, her foot slipped, and she let out an involuntary yelp. Eight eyes shot toward her, and she went motionless... it did no good.
"Blue-fire Bomb Lady there!"
"Raaaagagagagagah!" the surviving, barely-injured blue Bokoblin shrieked in answer to the black one's call. The red Bokoblin from atop the platform raised a bow, and Zelda ducked just in time to avoid the arrow he loosed with a roar of fury.
"Arwaarrraaaaaaww!" came from the hulking Moblin, whose feet, the length of her whole arm, were pounding up the slope toward her quickly enough to keep pace with her racing heart. A club hurled, spinning and twirling through the air. Caught off-guard, Zelda threw herself to the right onto her shoulder. She hit the ground hard and tumbled downward. Her head struck something hard, and her vision flashed white, red, black.
But she wasn't stunned, not quite. Dizzy, a bit dazed, yes, but not out cold. When she stopped rolling, she was facing upward with the shockingly cold rain pattering onto her face. In her hand, the throwing loop of a square bomb pulsed and thrummed. A suicide option...? No, she hadn't conjured it on purpose. She must have simply bumped the button, and grabbed it out of instinct as the whirled span around her.
Why was she on the ground?
Oh.
Bokoblins, and a Moblin.
The club. It had missed, she remembered the angle being off, but she had dodged. Slipped?
Nothing made sense, not really. She just knew she was still in danger.
Zelda rolled onto one knee, and vomited her breakfast. Not good... she was probably concussed. That explained the fuzzy feeling, and why she could still function but nothing really seemed connected to anything else.
She shook her head, but that only made the dizzy spinning feeling worse. So she closed her eyes and took several deep breaths before levering herself to her feet. Another wave of nausea forced her to take several more breaths with her hands on trembling knees, but slowly- too slowly, probably- the sensation started to pass.
When she was able to stand upright, she could see the blue-skinned head of the nearest Bokoblin, the one that had been guarding the sheep, charging over the low ridge-line with a steel-tipped, Lizalfos-crafted spear leveled toward her. Without thinking about it, the lesser of her own spears fell into the Princess-Warrior's hands with ease and comfort. Despite its size, the bone jaws that formed the head were no heavier than steel, and honed to many jagged, razor-like points.
She was hurt, but... she could handle one blue Bokoblin with a spear. Her own skill with a pole weapon was at least equal to its own, so if she didn't try and take one on in a match of strength on strength she would be alright. Probably.
Then the red Bokoblin survivor's head followed, bobbing and weaving as it chased the faster blue cousin.
The Moblin, slower, ducked as the bomb she already held arced over the Bokoblin's charging bodies, and was blasted for the fifth time. But he still lumbered forward, slow, methodical, and deadly-strong. She lunged forward and then dashed left, this time landing on her feet with the Bokoblin's sharp spear-tip brushing past her thigh close enough to feel the barbs catch uncomfortably on the skin-tight clothing, but not touch her flesh itself.
Her dragonbone Boko spear lashed up and caught the blue Bokoblin in its throat. A shriek of pain was cut off as she bored it to the ground, just able to keep it off balance. Another smash and a brutal kick into the side of the blue beast's head made its body burst into smoke.
Just in time for her to bring her spear up and use the butt end to deflect a claw-swipe from the red Bokoblin. Like a Korok's rotor, she spun the haft over her head twice, then brought her body along with it on the third pass. Just as the Bokoblin recovered from overbalancing, the hardened bone smashed against its head, and it dropped like a stone before it vanished, too.
Panting heavily, Zelda readied her spear once more. Behind her, the ocean lay a dozen feet or so back, and ahead, behind the Moblin charging toward her now, was the remains of the camp and the sheep she was sent to rescue.
She parried the first thrust, which took her by surprise as she hadn't seen its weapon until he was already within range coming over the ridge. A spear, twin-tined and Lizalfos-made just like the blue Bokoblin's, which lay in the grass now a dozen feet away. She deflected it using all her strength and a loud grunt of effort,
The Moblin's follow-up kick was too short as it took the last step toward the top of the ridge, and ended up doing nothing but kicking mud-slicked grass and earth over the lower half of Zelda's legs. She thrust upward, hard, before it could bring its own spear back to bear, and caught it in the groin with the jagged teeth of the dragon-like jaw. Something tore on the way through, including its loincloth, and the Moblin howled.
Zelda grinned fiercely in triumph as she pulled back and slashed the bloody teeth up the creature's stomach. She made contact with its extended jaw with a loud crack, and leaned back to dodge its retaliatory backhand.
She slipped in the wet grass... and so did the Moblin.
All the air left her lungs in a woosh as the massive monster landed atop her. She struggled, tried to push her way free, but only succeeded in getting one arm free before a massive, trunk-like three-fingered hand smashed into her right temple, just above where she'd hit the stone, or whatever it was as she tumbled previously. Again, Zelda saw stars.
She knew the Moblin died, somehow, because its weight disappeared a moment later. Her spear was there, the haft broken, the jagged teeth laying over her stomach. One tooth was embedded in her, though not too deeply.
Everything was numb.
But she was still in danger. There were still Bokoblins. A red one, and a black one, the most dangerous she had ever seen.
She had to get to her feet, drink one or maybe even two of the healing elixirs in her satchel. Retreat. Regroup.
Rearm.
Re...
Oh. Just... just the one red Bokoblin was there.
She was hurt, barely able to maintain one knee on her shaky, dizzy body. The world swam.
She could handle one Bokoblin, its bow discarded in lieu of a haunch of lamb that it raised threateningly. Snarling. Stroking itself.
She missed cock.
Bubmin's hadn't been so bad. Nothing like her Knight's, but she had to fight, stop them from stealing the girls of Hateno, or feeding them the sheep or...
No.
Wait, that was wrong. Wasn't this group stealing Hateno and feeding sheep to the people there...?
No.
No.
No, no no!
She remembered, too late, that there was another Bokoblin besides the red one in front of her, taunting her.
Zelda turned, and received a closed fist across her jaw instead of the soft spot at the back of her head. Again, everything in her vision flashed, but this time while it cycled white-red-black, she saw only that last color for some undisclosed period of time.
You struggle, the confident voice of her Champion whispered in the princess' ear, but we both know you want this. That you want me.
I don't, she protested. I hate you.
He filled her, taking her. Filling her, fucking her, raping her. Her Champion.
Only he was not.
This was some dark shadow, an evil reflection of the noble knight that had saved her kingdom in times past and present. Red shining eyes, a mirror of his soft, kind, warm ones, were filled with malice, hatred, and the need to dominate.
He fucked her hard, roughly, taking from her body without her consent. Taking her will, and breaking it to his own.
Zelda, Princess Zelda Calestine Laurenthis Hyrule, Sixty-Third Princess of that land, groaned in horror and pleasure both as he, the dark mirror of her best friend, her lover, her future husband, used and abused her.
But she could not fight him off, for the dark shadow was her husband's equal in strength, speed, power. And her body craved it, even though she hated that, for six months, she had been nothing but this foul being's plaything, while her husband was lost on his quest.
Zelda whimpered as her clothes were torn from her body. Shredded, ripped away, exposing her taut stomach, bruised and tensed from several blows already, to more pain as a Bokoblin's fist pummelled her again. She whimpered, reflex alone tightening the muscles just in time to absorb some of the blue. She gasped in pain as her body hit the hard floorboards of the raised platform. Wind and rained lashed downward, no gentle storm any longer. The same stub-clawed hand slapped her cheek, then her exposed left breast, drawing three shallow welts just shy of bloody over the tender flesh. She was only dimly aware that her arms were hauled painfully upward and behind herself. Her brain was not working right, it could barely process anything.
Ties. Knots.
Behind her.
They were lashing her to a tree trunk. The twisted central support of the monster's camp below Hateno Village.
She was half-naked and guttural laughter interspersed itself with crude speech. Not a crude language, but the content. "Blue Bomb Lady give pleasure before kill?" the red-skinned Bokoblin grumbled.
"No kill!" a black version said, backhanding its smaller, weaker kin casually. It spun to the ground and came up, glaring hatefully but obsequious in tone.
"Why no kill? Fuck and kill is Boko way."
"Because Chief Death said don't kill gold-hair princess," another Bokoblin snarled from behind Zelda, just as clear, maybe even more, than the last one.
Shit. There wasn't just one black Bokoblin left along with the red- there were two, both equal to three or four or maybe more blue ones on their own.
There was no way she could overpower just one right now, much less both.
Her weapons were gone, stripped from her along with her armor.
Her satchel lay nearby, contents strewn about, some of the food looked like it had single bites taken from it before it was discarded along with the rest. Some of her armor, clothing... what she wore was useless, now, the front half all-but torn completely away as the first black Bokoblin groped her chest painfully.
He leaned down, just shy of a normal man's height, to peer at her. "Princess coming back. She hears us. Princess listen, listen good. You nod if you understand. If you don't, we punish you more."
Zelda whimpered, already aching, tortured, and forced her head to jerk up and down once. "I understand," she forced out through a bloody, clenched and swollen jaw.
The Bokoblin didn't care for her pain as it reached down and grabbed her mouth, forcing two thick, squat fingers into it. "Mouth only good for fucking, not talking. Princess says nothing. Nods or shakes head, nothing else."
She could barely breathe around the stench of its unwashed fingers in her mouth, and the taste was worse, but Zelda forced herself to give another shaky nod, even though the pain of moving made everything worse, bad enough to have the world swimming again.
Or maybe that was the horizon, storm-tossed and gray.
The other Bokoblin, the one that had tied her off, produced a small mallet and two of the tent-pitons from her gear, and started driving them into the planks a few feet beyond her toes. While he did, he pointed at Zelda's feet, "Take boots off, no let her kick."
The smaller Bokoblin hurried to obey, and Zelda tensed to strike out, maybe to break his skull with her heel. She'd done it before.
But the first black Bokoblin was wilier than that, and he stomped hard on her thigh, making her yell out in pain. "You think you the first one to come here? We steal sheep to eat- we steal sheep to get people to come. You just latest of many, Princess. We gonna use you, use you alllllll up... then we take you to Chief Death, when you carrying Boko-babies."
"You gonna be good Boko-Matron," the other black one chuckled.
The red one snickered too as he finally succeeded in pulling off the more intact shin-guard and tabi boot from her Sheikah armor. Once he had, the second black one grabbed her ankle and started throwing rope around it, no doubt to tie to the stake he had just driven into the platform. She tried to kick, to pull free.
It was like trying to fight against a brick wall that surrounded her on all sides. The Bokoblin tossed her an amused glance to the side, "Princess has spirit," he joked, "but we break that soon enough, like we break her body. Chodled go first, since he capture, then Mundu go next. Once she have Boko-spawn, Utdi get turn. Not before. Utdi can have hand until then."
"Aww," the red one grumbled, but he didn't seem to dare to complain.
And Zelda could only wail internally. Boko-Matron, he'd said she would be one.
Bubmin had wanted a Boko-Matron, too.
Did he mean not just a woman to rape, but a woman to rape until she had children...?
Had her mysteriously brave stranger... wanted that, from her?
Where was he now?
Not nearby, or he surely would have already come.
She had told him to leave her be. To not follow her.
Even a Yiga clansman might be preferable to... to this.
Zelda could only whimper once more, her tears mingling unnoticed with the heavy rain, as her other foot was attached to the spikes, too.
Chodled, she supposed, the one who had been punching and hitting her, was apparently the one who had caught her right after she killed the Moblin. Had that happened? Was it a fever-dream caused by one to many blows to the head in short order?
It didn't matter, Zelda decided.
Not as he slapped her cunt, hard, then shoved a dirty, stumpy finger- one that had been in her mouth moments earlier- into her hole. He twisted it for a moment, scraping at her insides painfully, then guffawed, "Princess already a little wet. She make good Boko-Matron."
"Please," she groaned, tried to scoff, "I doubt a little Bokoblin prick could even satisfy me. You probably-"
She fell silent as Chodled's fist came down onto her left, least injured thigh with one sharp knuckle that sent a shock of pain through her whole lower body, and left her numb as if he'd struck a major nerve bundle instead of a thick muscle. "You'll see," the beast chortled, then reached down with the other hand to untie his loincloth, while the other moved to grip her jaw too-painfully. "You'll taste it soon enough. But first, Chodled's gonna enjoy his Princess pussy."
She bucked, she wailed, twisted against the ties that held her to the solid tree trunk and the tent spikes, but it did no good.
The black Bokoblin was a rock of strength, unbending, and he held her in place while that monstrous dick- humanlike, and not at all small- thrust into her without warning or preamble.
Pain exploded through her from the inside out, and she cried out once more, whimpering, her body twisting in agony as it was abused and used.
Zelda's mind drifted. She did not know for how long. Once, she remembered reading that in times of crisis or trauma, the human psyche protected- or at least could protect- itself by pulling away, withdrawing into a land of fancy and unreal fantasy, far removed from the pain of the present.
She knew she was doing that now, because even while her mind drifted, she was aware of the distant source of pain between her legs as first Chodled, then the other, Mundu, spent themselves three times each- taking turns- in her groin. The last one, the smaller Utdi, was only allowed to rub his small penis on her breasts until they stung, and use her mouth once. It left a bitter, acrid taste.
So unlike the warmth and soothing heat between her legs from the black Bokoblins.
Why did it feel good? They had hurt her, brutalized her. Now they were resting, even snoring, their turgid dicks swelling again with more of that nasty, horrid fluid they had pumped into her again and again.
While she suffered. Their Bokoblin cocks were nothing like the little red one's, or even like Bubmin's, which had been almost human sized. They were big, even for a human. Not quite like a Moblins', but far larger than the Ancient Screw, and from the first thrust they had torn and worn her aching cunt until it bled, ached, and...
And she had enjoyed it.
Her mind had drifted, and her body had relished in being used, in being fucked relentlessly, over and over, with two actual monsters taking turns on her.
And she didn't know why.
She just knew that it should have been worse than any experience she could imagine, being tag-teamed so brutally... but it wasn't.
She wanted them to start again.
To fill her over and over.
So Zelda, Princess Zelda Amaryll Hyrule, let her mind drift as her bruised, broken body wept. She let her mind drift as she pondered why, even though being with Prima just a day before had sated her, she now wanted more... even from monsters.
She let her mind wander, down dark and dangerous paths, until it came up with what seemed like the only reasonable solution.
Hylia had done it. Hylia, the Goddess she was supposedly a descendent of, had broken and ruined her mind, her body. Made her a plaything for anything that wanted to use her.
But that didn't make any sense. She was supposed to save Hyrule, not be...
Not be a victim to any monster that happened to get the best of her.
So what had gone wrong?
Why...?
Why did she let them use her? Of course she couldn't really have fought back, not in the shape she was in, tied up, defenseless, disarmed, without even...
The Slate.
Zelda's eyes drifted closed.
She was stupid. A fool.
The weight of it, scant though it was, was still attached to the twisted belt on her hip.
She was not defenseless.
She...
She just had to...
Darkness claimed her.