DISCLAIMER: The following story contains BDSM, noncon, M/f, and related sexual content. All characters are 18+ at the time of the story, and belong to their respective copyright holders.
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Even amongst all the rampant chaos and destruction stretching back to the beginning of Hyrule’s recorded history, the three consecutive wars leading up to the Great Intercession make up one of its darkest periods.
First came the War of the Sorceress. Driven to madness by her lust for a man she could never have and spurred on by an ancient evil, the Black Sorceress Cia attempted to conquer all of Hyrule. Her monstrous armies spewed from the Gate of Souls and struck without warning, their seemingly endless numbers allowing her to overwhelm all in her path and claim the full might of the Triforce for herself. But even with the Triforce, the greedy sorceress still desired further power, tearing chunks from the Hyrules of parallel timelines and merging them with their own. These hasty actions brought about her own ruin, as the surviving Hylian forces bolstered their ranks with the time-displaced warriors and mounted a counterattack. Weakened from using her own life force to bolster the strength of her spells, Cia was ultimately slain in battle at the Valley of Seers, her armies falling apart without her magic guiding them.
Second was the War of the Demon King. Freed from his oft-repeated imprisonment by Cia’s actions, the Demon King Ganondorf gathered Cia’s surviving monsters to his banner and crushed the recovering Hylian army in record time, defeating the holders of the Triforce pieces and gaining the power he had sought for so long. But distracted by the fervor of victory, he foolishly failed to eliminate his defeated foes when he had the chance, allowing them to regroup and summon their allies from the adjacent timelines. In the end, the Demon King was driven back, stripped of the Triforce, and banished from the realm once more. Some believe he may still someday return, but when he does, an entirely new Hyrule will await him - one stronger and nobler than any he has ever encountered.
The third war, though far smaller in scale than the rest, was no less significant: the War of the Great Sea. Phantom Ganon, a fragment of the Demon King’s power from another timeline, forced its way through the Gate of Souls and ambushed the White Sorceress Lana, stealing the Triforce of Power. Due to the brief length of the war, none know whether the creature’s intention was to resurrect its deceased master or to seize power for itself. What is known is that during the course of the conflict, the Black Sorceress was inexplicably restored to life. Persuaded that she had atoned for her crimes, the Hylian forces allowed her to leave alongside her “light half” Lana and aid her in guarding the Triforce of Power from any further thefts.
This was the world the Dark Lord Luxen Raxanar laid eyes upon when the repeated temporal fluctuations drew his attention. A world so unstable that dominion over it had changed no less than four times in the last year alone. A world that decided its rulers by blood rather than strength, keeping the same family of incompetent royals on the throne for millenia. A world where known threats to the public good were granted guardianship over the very tools that had allowed their first rise to power.
Truly, Hyrule was the exact kind of chaotic and poorly-governed land the Dark Lord had set out to save on his multiversal quest. Unable to turn a blind eye and allow them to destroy themselves any further, he decreed that Hyrule would become the newest part of the Raxanarian Empire. Thus began what Hylian historians now call the Great Intercession, the fourth war in the kingdom’s recent history and the last one it would ever fight.
It was only logical that the Dark Lord’s campaign began in the Valley of Seers, where two of Hyrule’s greatest weapons were protected only by the so-called Guardians of Time. Caught completely off guard by the sudden appearance of the Dark Lord and his army through the Gate of Souls, the sorceresses once more summoned their allies, but not even those reinforcements were enough to stave off their inevitable defeat.
With both the Triforce of Power and the Gate of Souls his to command, the Dark Lord’s conquest of Hyrule was a foregone conclusion. The Empire’s soldiers were simply too strong and too numerous, and the Gate of Souls allowed them to deploy anywhere in Hyrule at a moment’s notice. Any attempt at resistance was crushed as quickly as it sprung up, and one by one the Hylian generals fell to the never-ending onslaught of men and monsters. The Great Intercession ended the only way it could - with the princess of Hyrule and her chosen hero defeated by the Dark Lord himself, allowing him to claim their Triforce pieces and increase his already incomparable power even further.
With the battle won, all that remained was for the Dark Lord to decide the fates of the prisoners of war. Some were inducted into the Empire’s army, gently persuaded through subtle magic to realize the error of their ways and the benefits of the new regime. Others were executed, their hearts too stubborn to realize their foolishness until the bitter end. But a select few were granted the greatest mercy of all: an eternity of servitude in the Dark Lord’s harem, where they would forever share in his overflowing love and experience the joys of true submission.
(Excerpt from an updated edition of the Hyrule Historia, published with Imperial approval shortly after the Great Intercession)
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“Good morning, princess.”
Zelda’s eyes reflexively snapped open the instant she heard those three words. Already feeling the hand on the back of her head, she relaxed her throat just in time for a cock to slam into it, just as it did every morning. The first few times this had happened to her, she’d fought it all the way and wound up with nothing for her trouble but a sore throat and extra punishment later. Now, she did as she was trained, licking and sucking the massive intruder as best she could as it pounded through the metal ring strapped between her lips. It was a truly degrading experience, but she knew her morning facefuck would only end once she had swallowed her captor’s cum. The sooner she could bring him to release, the better.
This was how Princess Zelda had woken up every day since Hyrule was conquered. The Dark Lord Luxen Raxanar had taken her as his personal bedwarmer, charged with relieving his morning wood and satisfying him with her body late into the night.
“Your oral skills have certainly improved, princess,” Luxen taunted her as he continued to thrust into her mouth. “But as always, you lose points for sleeping in and forcing me to take the initiative. Once your training is complete, I expect to wake up every morning to find your lips already wrapped around the base of my cock.”
Even after two months as his bedwarmer, Zelda doubted she’d be capable of doing that even if she wanted to. Between the cruel bondage positions he’d leave her in during the day and the hours of rough sex he’d put her through at night, she was always completely exhausted by the time she was finally permitted to sleep. On top of that, Luxen always kept her strictly bound in the same position overnight: arms pulled palm-to-palm behind her back in a reverse prayer tie, a crushing breast harness that forced her natural gifts to bulge out obscenely, and legs bent at the knee and tightly frogtied, rendering them useless while still granting him full access to her love holes. The idea that she’d be able to wake up before him and crawl into position on her own under those conditions seemed completely unthinkable.
Then again, Zelda had already learned a multitude of new skills during her training, ones she’d thought impossible before being forced to master them. The complete suppression of her gag reflex, the ability to cum from having her ass fucked, and the endurance to last through Luxen’s nightly sex marathons without passing out only an hour in, just to name a few. She wondered how much of that improvement came from the training itself and how much of it came from Luxen’s magic slowly altering her body, something she’d only detected after realized her breasts had gradually grown two cup sizes during her captivity.
She didn’t have long to consider it, as Luxen chose that moment to finally release his load into her mouth. Zelda instinctively wrinkled her nose in disgust at the taste of semen, but didn’t hesitate for a moment to gulp it down nonetheless. She knew from experience that Luxen’s cock wouldn’t leave her mouth until she’d swallowed every last drop of his seed.
“Still reluctant, I see,” Luxen said, sounding disappointed as he lifted Zelda up onto her knees, allowing her to look at him as he stood up from the bed. Zelda had grown far too familiar with her captor’s appearance - the straight black hair that grew to just below his neck, the dark red eyes that shamelessly roamed over her body, and the toned, muscular frame that had claimed her helpless body night after night. With a snap of his fingers and a flash of magic, his naked body was covered by a black suit with red trim.
“I have something special planned for you today, princess.” Zelda bristled at his words. Not once since the start of her enslavement had he called her by her name. All he ever called her was “princess”, a mocking reminder of the position she’d once occupied before having her kingdom and her freedom stolen from her. “But first, I think a change of attire is appropriate.”
With a wave of his hand, the ropes around Zelda’s legs vanished, and a pair of knee-high leather ballet boots with seven-inch heels appeared in their place. She winced as a pair of crocodile clamps popped into existence around her nipples, each weighted with a small triangular piece of gold painted to resemble the Triforce. More ropes stretched downward from the breast harness, weaving around her lower torso before looping a tight crotch rope between her legs. Finally, a collar appeared around her neck and extended a leash into Luxen’s outstretched hand. A few sharp tugs quickly forced Zelda to climb off the bed and stand at attention, barely keeping her balance thanks to the few days of training she’d spent in ballet boots before.
“I’ll be taking you on a little field trip today, princess,” Luxen explained, tugging on the leash once more as he guided Zelda toward the door. “As always, I expect you to follow my orders to the letter. Any time you displease me, your current bondage will become markedly more unpleasant, and it will stay that way until the conclusion of our trip. Do you understand?”
“I unherfhanh,” Zelda said, her words garbled by her ever-present ring gag. Luxen’s eyes narrowed, and an instant later Zelda gasped in pain as the mini-Triforces hanging from her nipple clamps seemed to double in weight.
“Allow me to ask you again,” Luxen growled. “Do you understand?”
This time, Zelda caught her mistake. “Yeff, mafher!” she yelped.
“Much better.” Luxen continued toward the door of his bedroom, but rather than opening it, he waved his hand, creating a swirling portal in front of it. This didn’t surprise Zelda; on the rare occasions he took her outside the confines of his bedroom, he would always summon portals to take them from room to room. Presumably he wanted to prevent her from forming an accurate layout of his castle in the increasingly unlikely event she ever slipped her bonds and made an escape attempt.
Upon stepping through the portal, Zelda found herself in a wide-open room with grey walls and a plush white carpet, completely empty except for a dog cage in the far corner. A blanket was draped over the side, preventing Zelda from quite seeing into it from her angle, but she could barely make out the silhouette of something resting inside. Another of Luxen’s monsters?
“While here, you will remain standing silently at attention unless I order you otherwise,” Luxen commanded her. “Speak without being spoken to or move without my instruction, and your punishment will be harsh and immediate. The same applies to every other room I’ll be taking you to visit today. Do you understand?”
“Yeff, mafher.”
“Good,” Luxen chuckled. With a snap of his fingers, the cage door clattered open. As the unseen figure within perked their head up, Luxen whistled sharply. Immediately, the figure hobbled out of the cage toward him, filling the air with the sound of jingling bells as it - no, as she moved.
Now that she was out of the cage, Zelda could see the figure was not a monster, but a nude woman with her arms and legs individually folded and laced into leather sleeves with padded bottoms, forcing her to crawl around on her knees and elbows. A headband with a pair of fake black dog ears adorned her head, and a matching fake tail stuck out behind her, attached to what Zelda could only assume was a massive rubber plug stuffed into her asshole. Her jaws were wrapped around a big blue rubber bone that squeaked whenever she bit down on it, held there like a bit gag by a leather harness that encircled her face. A pair of silver bells swung from her breasts as she crawled, dangling from strings tied securely around her nipples. The brown leather collar around her neck completed the ensemble, but Zelda didn’t need to read the silver nametag hanging from it to know exactly who the woman was.
“IMHA!” Zelda gasped, instinctively stepping forward at the sight of her loyal bodyguard in such a state. Before she could take another step, Luxen’s piercing gaze snapped back to her and she froze, but it was already far too late to avert her punishment. First the heels of her ballet boots lengthened by a full inch, forcing her to arch her aching feet even further. No sooner had she regained her balance than the ring gag in her mouth transformed into a red bone gag to match Impa’s blue one. Unlike Impa’s, hers was made of hard rubber that dug uncomfortably into the corners of her mouth, making her wince.
“You were warned what would happen if you moved or spoke out of turn, and yet you immediately did both,” Luxen said coldly. “You have none to blame but yourself. Besides, take a closer look at your friend. Have you not yet realized she is in no distress?”
Much to her disbelief, Zelda realized Luxen was telling the truth. Despite her humiliating situation, Impa was nuzzling her cheek happily against Luxen’s leg, looking up at him with wide, eager eyes and swaying her hips in a way that made her fake tail wag behind her. She was panting heavily into the bone gag, and though it was hard to tell, it almost looked like she was smiling around it.
“Roll over,” Luxen commanded, looking down at Impa - and to Zelda’s shock, Impa obeyed, flipping over onto her back and shaking her belled tits back and forth. “Beg,” he continued, and the most desperate, pitiful whining noises Zelda had ever heard spilled from the lips of a woman she had looked up to all her life. Seemingly satisfied with her performance, Luxen summoned a chair into existence right in front of Zelda and sat down, unbuttoning his pants and allowing his erect cock to stand free once more. Impa’s whines seemed to reach a fever pitch as he lifted her onto his lap, lined her hips up with his member, and slammed her down onto him.
“Did you expect anything else, princess?” Luxen taunted, the bells on Impa’s nipples ringing furiously as he used her tits as handles to lift her entire body and thrust his cock into her over and over again. “No matter how hard she tried to pretend to be a noble warrior, in the end she was simply your personal guard dog. She resisted at first, but I tamed her as I’ve tamed so many other unruly bitches of her ilk in the past. I showed her the divine pleasure that comes with obedience, and the abject pain that comes with failure. The shocks and the whippings broke her mind, and the orgasms rebuilt it into its new, better form. Orgasms like… this!”
Right on cue, Impa moaned and howled into her gag as her rough treatment at Luxen’s hands gave her one of the most intense orgasms Zelda had ever seen. Luxen didn’t stop there, though; he continued pounding her for several minutes more. Zelda watched, horrified, as her most trusted confidant was quite literally fucked senseless right in front of her, unable to look away for fear of further punishment. After what seemed an eternity to Zelda (and a second orgasm from an overly sensitive Impa), Luxen leaned in and nibbled on Impa’s earlobe, his thrusts quickening. “Good dog,” he whispered, and finally Zelda saw the telltale drops of white leaking from where his cock filled her pussy. He lifted Impa off his length and laid her down on the ground, a mindless look of intense bliss on her face.
“In case you haven’t guessed, princess,” Luxen drawled, standing from the chair and buttoning himself back up, “I’ve decided to take you around the castle today and show you exactly what’s become of each of your friends. It’s been two months since I captured you, after all, and I’ve had ample time to get each and every one of you well acquainted with your new roles in life. Perhaps if you see how the others are spending their days, you’ll be more appreciative of just how much of a blessing your bedwarmer position truly is.”
Memories flashed unbidden through Zelda’s mind of everything she’d experienced in Luxen’s bedchambers, of the degrading morning blowjobs, the agonizing midday ties, and the merciless nighttime fucking. And now Luxen was implying her suffering was the lightest of all her friends? She wanted to completely reject the possibility, but the sight of a brainless and broken Impa drooling happily on the carpet at her feet did much to remind Zelda there were worse fates than her own.
“Come along, princess,” Luxen commanded, tugging on Zelda’s leash as he led her toward a newly-opened portal. “There’s no need to worry for your friend here; a servant will be along to wash her and put her back in her cage soon enough. No, instead you should worry for your friends who haven’t yet learned their place, the once who require yet harsher treatment to fully demolish their wills. Your sorceress friend, for example.”
As they passed through the swirling portal, the white carpet gave way to a stone floor with a large magic circle painted in the center, surrounded by three cloaked men holding familiar spellbooks. But Zelda barely paid notice to the men or the circle, as her attention was immediately drawn to the person bound within it. A blue-haired woman stood slouched forward, her arms encased in a leather armbinder and raised up behind her back by a chain stretching to a hook in the ceiling. Her ankles were tied to either end of a long metal bar, forcing her to keep her legs spread, and her feet were padlocked into a pair of black stiletto heels, limiting her movement even further. A massive white harness ball gag filled her mouth, and a chain ran from the back of the harness to the tip of the armbinder, forcing her to look forward into Zelda’s eyes.
“Nnh mrrr… plmmff… hllff mhh…”
It was all Zelda could do not to cry out into her gag when she saw the pained, exhausted expression on Lana’s face. It was plain to see that something unspeakable had been done to her - in fact, from the way she was whimpering into her gag and trying to grind her spread upper legs together, it almost seemed as if something unspeakable was happening to her right that very moment. Zelda didn’t even realize she’d automatically started moving forward to comfort her until Luxen’s punishment magic triggered, locking a pair of loosely-connected shackles onto her booted ankles and hindering her mobility even further.
“As you can see, the so-called White Sorceress has been spending her time helping out my spell researchers,” Luxen began, either not noticing or not caring to point out the new addition to Zelda’s bondage. “They’ve been trying to push the boundaries of the barrier magic she displayed against me, to see if those barriers can be made smaller or in different shapes. And of course, it was only fair that I grant dear Lana the honor of experiencing firsthand the new techniques they’ve developed using her magic. In fact, I believe she’s due for another test right now!”
The cloaked men opened their spellbooks on Luxen’s signal, and barriers began to spring up within the magic circle - but not the tall, monolithic walls Lana used to her advantage on the battlefield. These barriers were small and flat, maybe the size of a book-
WHAP!
-or a paddle, Zelda realized belatedly as one of the barriers sped forward at high speed and slapped against one of Lana’s breasts. The other barriers followed suit, ruthlessly paddling the sorceress’s perky breasts and plump ass cheeks no matter how she tried to scream and twist out of the way. Every so often, one of the barriers would electrify itself for a few blows, the shocks pushing Lana’s squeals to a new octave whenever they landed.
Zelda was so distracted with watching Lana’s torment, she almost didn’t notice when Luxen tugged her leash, forcing her to walk around the edge of the magic circle toward another portal. As she passed Lana, she realized her predicament was even worse than she’d first thought: a pair of cylindrical force fields Zelda hadn’t been able to see from her previous angle were pumping into her ass and pussy like makeshift dildoes, occasionally sparking with the same magical electricity as the other barriers.
But Zelda had little time to dwell on that, as the portal beckoned in front of her. This time she emerged in an elegant showroom with gold-trimmed walls. A spotlight illuminated the centerpiece of the room, a smooth marble pillar that stretched almost up to the ceiling. Faintly, Zelda heard the sound of running water, and soon realized to her confusion that there were pipes connected to the top and bottom of the pillar.
The purpose of those pipes soon became apparent as Luxen stepped forward and tapped the pillar with his fingertips, turning the outer surface transparent and revealing the hollow interior. A little more than a third of the pillar was full of water, with more trickling in from the pipes at the top. At the same time, the pipes along the bottom edge of the pillar drained the water at almost the same speed, preventing the water level from changing much.
And submerged at the bottom of the pillar was the Zora Princess Ruto, looking more exhausted than Zelda had ever seen her. Her arms were crossed behind her back in a boxtie and linked to a tight breast harness, and her legs were frogtied and shackled to the floor of the pillar. A thick black dildo was affixed to the floor between her legs, and the princess was thrusting her hips up and down on it as if her life depended on it. Her mouth was ungagged, but a short chain ran from her collar to the inner wall of the pillar in front of her, forcing her to lean forward and keep her lips wrapped around a wall-mounted dildo identical to the one she was squatting on.
“Quite an impressive device, isn’t it?” Luxen spoke up, his voice snapping Zelda out of her horrified fascination. “It’s something I created specifically to train slaves from amphibious races. That dildo fills her mouth too effectively for comfortable breathing, and though you may not be able to tell at this distance, she’s been fitted with a pair of nose plugs as well. That leaves her gills as her only option to breathe, which means she has a strong interest in keeping the tube full of as much water as possible. Luckily, the pipes at the top pour water in faster than the pipes at the bottom can pump it out - but only as long as she keeps fucking herself on that dildo. The second she stops moving, the water shuts off until she resumes.”
He smiled cruelly, his eyes fixed on Ruto’s jiggling breasts as she bounced up and down on the rubber cock. “I’ve enjoyed watching her skills improve over the weeks she’s been playing this little game. When she first started, she could barely manage more than an hour of rest at a time before the water level drained too low. But then she worked out that bigger thrusts and sucking on the dildo in her mouth both speed up the flow, and now she’s usually able to fill the tube just high enough for a full night’s sleep on a regular basis! Though I wonder if she’d be so proud of herself if I pointed out just how effective a job she’s done of training herself to service cocks…”
Suddenly, Zelda felt Luxen’s strong hand pressing on her shoulder, pushing her forward and then down until she was kneeling face-to-face with Ruto. “Since I’m in a good mood, I’ll give you a chance to lessen your own punishment,” Luxen said as the bone gag vanished from between Zelda’s lips. “Tell your friend how much of a slut she’s become, and I’ll give you a more comfortable gag.”
“R-Ruto,” Zelda began shakily, staring into the Zora princess’s once-proud eyes. “Y-you’ve b-b-become a c-complete-” No, she couldn’t do this! If she had permission to speak even for a few moments, she couldn’t use it to hurt her friends, punishment be damned! “Ruto, hang in there! You can make it through this, you can-GLLMMMPH!”
“How disappointing,” Luxen sighed as an inflatable plug gag appeared in Zelda’s mouth, the pump already squeezing itself by magic. “Ungagged for the first time in two months, and you throw it away on pointless platitudes. Rest assured you won’t be getting another chance to speak for a very long time. And don’t make the mistake of thinking you’ve accomplished anything here by defying me - haven’t you noticed that Ruto hasn’t reacted to your presence since you arrived?”
He tapped the pillar again, turning it opaque once more. “No, that spell I used to show you the inside of the pillar was simply a one-way illusion. She can’t see or hear anything that happens outside. Your words were never going to reach her, no matter what you said.”
As Luxen tugged her back to her feet and led her toward another portal, Zelda’s mouth felt dry - and not just from the enormous inflatable plug that completely filled her mouth and made her jaw ache. Luxen’s offer had been a test for her, she realized, and she had failed it miserably. Now that he knew she still had the capacity to willfully defy him, he would stop at nothing to crush it out of her.
The next room Zelda entered was immediately familiar to her. The black stone structures, the glowing blue lines forming patterns on the floor and walls - this was the heart of the Palace of Twilight, where she’d fought and destroyed Midna’s shadowy doppleganger to stop the Twilight Realm from encroaching on Hyrule. The analytical part of her mind wondered whether she was truly in the Palace, or simply a facsimile built within Luxen’s castle to further confuse her about her location.
But that analytical part of her shut down hard when her eyes finally registered the sheer impossibility of the depraved scene in front of her. Unlike the previous rooms, there were not one, but two captives arrayed before her, bound facing each other on opposite sides of the room. On the left, Midna was hogtied and suspended from the ceiling, the imp’s furious screams sending drops of spittle flying from the ring gag holding her mouth open. Ropes ran from her chest harness to a pair of eye bolts sticking out of the ground a few feet to either side of her, anchoring her in place so that she couldn’t swing around. The Fused Shadow shard she used as a helmet had been taken from her and replaced with a tight rubber hood that covered her entire head except for her face, preventing her from using her prehensile hair to escape her bonds. Worst of all, one of the strange machines Luxen used to torment Zelda from time to time - a “vibrating wand”, he’d called it once - was tied between her legs, the head pressing up against her snatch.
And on the right side of the room, defying all explanation, another Midna hung. Though every detail of her bondage was identical to the Midna on the left, her appearance was anything but. Zelda had only seen Midna take this form once, when she’d briefly come into possession of a magical artifact strong enough to partially overpower her curse. This mature, voluptuous blue-skinned woman was Midna’s true, uncursed form, Twili Midna - and she was currently being ravaged by a cluster of greenish-black tentacles extending from a portal on the ground beneath her. They whipped her body, kneaded her breasts, and pounded mercilessly into her tight ass and ring-gagged mouth, using the Twilight Princess like a moaning, writhing sex doll.
“I must confess, princess, I can be an avaricious man at times,” Luxen said with a smirk, releasing the end of Zelda’s leash as he advanced toward Twili Midna. “A slave with two different bodies, each with their own charms - how could I possibly be expected to choose between them? Fortunately, those sorceress friends of yours proved surprisingly helpful. It took me well over a month to reverse-engineer the magic that split them apart, and a great deal of effort on top of that to modify it to suit my purposes, but as you can see, the result is well worth it.”
His hand slipped through the mob of tentacles to caress Twili Midna’s ass. As if on cue, the tentacles filling her holes started thrusting into her harder than ever, only to tense up a few seconds later before sliding back down into the portal. Zelda caught a glimpse of a pinkish fluid dripping from her mouth and ass before a fresh pair of tentacles rose up to take their places, fucking her with just as much vigor as before.
“Since I was forced to delay her training for so long, I decided it was only fair to make up for lost time with intensity,” Luxen explained, pacing across to the other side of the room. “These tentacles were created for the sole purpose of breaking a slave as quickly and efficiently as possible. Not only does their ejaculate provide all the necessary nutrients to keep her in good health, but it’s been slowly altering her body to make her into the perfect nympho slut. Once her conditioning is finished, she’ll have a chest and ass truly worthy of one of my sex slaves, and she’ll be sensitive enough to cum from nothing more than a few squeezes!”
“And of course, her cursed half will have the pleasure of watching the entire process,” Luxen said, running a hand along the cheek of the more implike Midna. Hearing his explanation of exactly what was happening to her other half had changed her expression from rage to terror, and her gagged curses were taking on a decidedly more frightened tone. “Not that she has any choice in the matter - that wand tied to her crotch is enchanted to shock her quite severely if she breaks eye contact for more than a second.” To demonstrate, he suddenly pressed his palm over Midna’s eyes, triggering such an impressive display of thrashing and screaming that Zelda could practically feel the electricity against her own crotch. When he finally removed his hand, tears of pain were streaming down Midna’s face.
“Aside from the shocks, her vibrator is set to constantly keep her on the edge of orgasm,” Luxen continued, turning back to Zelda and taking hold of her leash once more. “This is the punishment for her arrogant presumption that she could face me when she was too weak to even break her own curse. She’ll remain suspended here forever, forced to watch as the true form she strove so hard to reclaim worships me as a loyal slave. I’ll make use of that loud mouth of hers whenever the need strikes me, but she’ll never be granted even a sliver of the pleasure her true body will experience right before her eyes. No matter how she pleads, she’ll never be anything more than a blowjob toy.”
Another portal formed in her path, but Zelda couldn’t help taking one final look at both Midnas as she was led to her next destination. Twili Midna seemed so preoccupied with the tentacles that she barely noticed Zelda’s presence, but Zelda could just make out a glimmer of despair in her eyes - one that perfectly matched her other half, who was sobbing and frantically pleading into her gag for mercy Zelda knew she would never be granted.
Midna’s plight didn’t occupy Zelda’s thoughts for long, as a wave of hot air blasted her in the face the moment she stepped through the portal. If there was a single word that could describe her new environs, it was sweltering. It was like standing in a blacksmith’s furnace, right down to the blinding orange glow of the walls. Zelda was already beginning to sweat, and she’d only been standing in the room for a few seconds!
As Zelda waited for her eyes to adjust to the light, she couldn’t help wondering which of her friends could possibly be held captive here. She doubted there was a living being in all of Hyrule that could withstand long-term imprisonment in a place this hot - well, except for the Gorons and certain monsters, but Zelda doubted any of them fit Luxen’s tastes.
But once she could finally open her eyes without the glare forcing them shut again, the answer became obvious. After all, what better slave to keep in a room inhospitable to living beings than one who, technically speaking, wasn’t truly a living being?
Fi, the ancient spirit of the Master Sword, stood in the center of the room, bound in a position that reminded Zelda of a ballet performance she’d seen as a child. Her left leg balanced on the floor below her, clad in a punishingly high-heeled ballet boot similar to the ones Zelda was wearing and chained down with a manacle around her ankle. Another chain ran from her right ankle to the ceiling, pulling her right leg up behind her so that it was pointed almost straight up. The effect was completed by a tight breast harness connected to a rope tied around her right knee, supporting her torso and forcing her to arch her back up nearly as far as it could go.
Zelda was so taken aback by how strenuous Fi’s bondage looked, it took her almost a full minute of staring to notice how much different the sword spirit looked from the last time she’d seen her. Her breasts had grown even larger than Zelda’s magically-expanded bust, seeming to swell further due to the rope harness squeezing their bases. Her mouth was open for the first time since Zelda had met her, though it was filled by a white cloth gag with a massive knot in the middle. But the biggest change was her arms - specifically, the fact that she now had arms instead of the billowing cloth flaps that served as her usual appendages. Not that they were likely to do her much good, of course, as they were secured behind her back in a reverse prayer tie that was all too familiar to Zelda.
“I had always planned to keep the Master Sword as a trophy after I conquered Hyrule,” Luxen said. “Of course, once I discovered that the Master Sword and the irritating spirit I captured so easily were one and the same, I had to alter my plans a bit. Her unique body made her too troublesome to keep contained by normal means, but ultimately, any weapon can be reforged with the proper tools and knowledge. So I took it upon myself to give her a more suitable form for her new role. She’s still not truly human, but I was able to emulate most of the more enjoyable biological traits she lacked before.”
A wicked smile spread across his face as he approached Fi. “Unfortunately, her new upgrade comes with some side-effects I’m sure she’d rather have gone without. She isn’t quite as resistant to heat as she once was, so the temperature in this room is a new and very uncomfortable experience for her. And like so many of my other slaves, her entire body is far more sensitive than normal.” He cupped Fi’s chin with his hand, and to Zelda’s surprise she moaned softly as if he’d grabbed her chest instead.
Then Luxen did something that surprised Zelda even further: he pulled the drool-soaked cloth out from between Fi’s lips, letting it hang around her neck. It was only Zelda’s experience at reading Fi’s near-emotionless face that let her tell just how outraged the sword spirit was.
“Y-you won’t g-get away with th-this…” Fi ground out, her expression pained as she tried to clamp her mouth shut as soon as she finished speaking. However, whatever compulsion was acting on her was far stronger than any resistance she could put up, and one more word escaped her lips. “...M-Master.”
“And thus we come to the greatest improvement I made: her connection to your failure of a hero has been completely and utterly severed!” Luxen boomed. “I am her only master now, and her programming forces her to obey the will of her master, whether she wants to or not! No matter how she may despise me, she has no choice but to carry out every order I give her. For example… Fi, calculate the odds of yourself or any of your friends ever escaping me.”
“Chance of m-myself or any of my f-friends ever e-escaping from my M-Master,” Fi spoke, clearly disgusted with what she was saying, “are exactly z-zero percent.”
“As expected. Next, calculate the odds that yourself and all of your friends are completely broken into obedient sex slaves within… let’s say, two months from now.”
“Ch-chance of myself and m-my friends all becoming obedient s-sex slaves w-within two months are approximately eighty-six p-percent.” Though her voice seemed devoid of emotion, it was apparent to anyone watching that Fi was desperately fighting to stop every word that came out of her mouth.
Luxen’s grin widened. “And within six months?”
“O-one h-hundred p-percent,” Fi choked out tersely.
“Glad to see we’re on schedule,” Luxen said mockingly, tightening the gag between her lips once more. “Though I’m certainly more than eighty-six percent confident that two months will be enough time. Maybe a few more hours of orgasm torture will make your calculations more accurate next time.” Before Fi could grunt out any form of protest, a vibrating dildo appeared in Luxen’s hand and slid deep into her slick pussy without a hint of resistance. Within seconds, the normally stoic spirit transformed into a moaning, panting, screaming mess, looking as if she’d collapse to the floor any second were it not for the ropes and chains holding her upright. By the time Luxen led Zelda through the next portal, Fi was already well on her way to the first of many, many orgasms that would be forced out of her oversensitized body before Luxen finally returned and removed the vibrator.
When Zelda passed through the portal this time, she was struck with an overpowering sense of deja vu. She was in a dim, torch-lit room identical to the one Lana had been in, right down to the cloaked spellcasters holding up magical foci, the glowing magic circle inscribed on the stone floor, and the helpless, mewling form of one of her friends struggling in the middle. Even this latest captive’s bonds struck a chord with Zelda’s memories - how could they not, when Zelda herself had spent so many nights in the same position? Slender arms wrenched up behind her back in a stringent reverse prayer tie, legs tightly frogtied with white ropes that stood out against her mocha-colored skin, an intricately woven breast harness squeezing her massive tits, and a ring gag holding her mouth wide open.
Some might call it symbolic: the Dark Sorceress Cia bound in the same fashion as the woman she’d sought to replace, within a room that mirrored the one where her light half was imprisoned. Zelda, on the other hand, would use some very different descriptors for what she was seeing: “vile”, “nightmarish”, and “degrading”, just to name a few. Because unlike Lana, Cia wasn’t alone within the circle. She was joined by three pitch-black figures with glowing red eyes, each with a barely-visible magic tether connecting them to the staves in the cloaked men’s hands. Zelda recognized the figures immediately - they were Dark Links, the same kind Cia had summoned against Zelda’s forces at the Temple of Souls.
And they were currently surrounding Cia, viciously having their way with her in an intense gangbang.
“Yes, it truly is disgraceful, isn’t it, princess?” Luxen asked mockingly, deliberately misreading the horror-stricken expression on Zelda’s face. “Despite all the chaos and destruction she wrought in her reckless pursuit of a childish crush, I chose to grant her a second chance at happiness instead of having her executed for her sins. And yet she spurns my mercy, refusing to thank me or accept me as her new master. You’d think she’d be more grateful. After all, I’ve given her exactly what she craved so desperately for so long: the love of the legendary hero!”
Cia’s eyes burned with hate as Luxen spoke, but her only vocal response was a gargling, choking sound as the Dark Link kneeling in front of her continued to ram his cock down her throat, a strong hand on the back of her head forcing her gagged lips down to the base of his shaft again and again. The Dark Link behind her was no less brutal, filling the room with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh as he pounded roughly into her ass with unnatural force. A third Dark Link laid on his back beneath her, not actively pumping into her like the others, but simply allowing the Dark Link fucking her ass to slam Cia’s hips down on his cock with each powerful thrust, filling her pussy with his length. That wasn’t to say he was completely inactive, though; his hands were locked around her breasts, vigorously kneading her swollen tits.
“Of course, I couldn’t allow myself to be too generous,” Luxen said, looking down at a device on his wrist that Zelda didn’t recognize. “You and your allies may have chosen to forget the chaos she brought about, but I have not - and thanks to a delicate bit of magic on my part, neither will she. I’ve given her a constant reminder of her crimes, a reminder that will remain with her every day of her eternal life. And if my watch is accurate, that reminder should be kicking in right… about… now!”
Right on time, Cia suddenly started yelping and writhing in pain, her screams reaching an ear-splitting volume even through the cock in her mouth. As shocked as Zelda was at first, it only took a few moments for her to take notice of something odd: Cia’s screams weren’t continuous. It was more a series of short, rhythmic yelps, like she was being flogged with invisible whips.
“...No, not whips,” Zelda realized with mounting horror. “Paddles.”
“Figured it out already, princess?” Luxen laughed. “The sorceress and her light half may exist in separate bodies now, but they were once one and the same. I simply had to track down the broken connection between them, rebuild it a bit, and make some alterations. Now, every sensation one sorceress experiences is shared by the other, no matter the distance between them. And do you know the best part, princess?”
Zelda shook her head no - then quickly grunted a muffled “Nh, mhhsshr!” into the bulb filling her mouth after her disrespect triggered another punishment spell, twisting her crotch rope until there were three thick knots rubbing against her folds with every movement she made.
“The best part is that the sensations transmitted through their bond are tripled in intensity compared to their own senses,” Luxen said, a sadistic smile on his face as he answered his own question. “Which means not only does Lana get to enjoy the hero’s company even more than her dark half, but Cia experiences pain beyond measure during each and every test my researchers subject Lana to. Even once they finally break and agree to serve me of their own volition, I’ll be sure Lana gets at least a solid hour of whipping on a daily basis, just to keep her counterpart suitably humble.”
“Oh, and I wouldn’t pity her too much if I were you, princess,” Luxen added as he pulled Zelda toward yet another portal, the knotted crotch rope turning each shaky step she took into an ordeal. “After all, if it weren’t for all the chaos she brought about, I never would have taken notice of your world in the first place! My conquest of your kingdom, your fate, the fates of your friends - none of it would ever have happened were it not for her selfish, reckless actions. It’s almost enough to make me consider lightening her punishment a bit!”
“Cia has nothing to do with this!” Zelda screamed at him inside her head, stifling any outward expression of her outrage to avoid another addition to her bondage. “She’s just as much a victim as the rest of us! The only one at fault for all of this is you!”
And yet, moments before Zelda passed through the portal, she couldn’t stop herself from glancing back at the sobbing sorceress with disgust in her eyes.
That disgust quickly turned to surprise as the portal opened up into the last place Zelda expected: a small courtyard filled with beautiful flowers. For the first time since her capture, Zelda was surrounded by sunlight and fresh air, the hard stone floor of the castle giving way to soft, vibrant green grass. If it weren’t for the stone walls surrounding the courtyard, stretching up father than Zelda had thought possible, she might have wondered whether she was still in Luxen’s castle at all.
But one thought weighed on Zelda’s mind, preventing her from truly appreciating the beauty of her surroundings. Where was the slave on display? Luxen was nothing if not cruel to those who hadn’t yet submitted to him, and Zelda knew he’d never take her to a place like this unless he had something truly terrible waiting for her.
That was when she finally saw it: a square steel plate in the center of the courtyard, about two and a half feet on each side. Engraved on it with golden letters was a single name: LINKLE.
“Calm yourself, princess,” Luxen cut in before Zelda could scream. “That plate is a marker, not a gravestone. Your friend is still alive and well. Granted, she may very well wish she wasn’t, considering how she’s spent the last two months.”
Luxen clenched his fist and raised his arm skyward, and the plate floated up, a naked, moaning Linkle levitating up from a hole in the ground directly below it. Her eyes were covered with a padded leather blindfold, and her ears and nose were filled with black rubber plugs - the latter of which, Zelda was relieved to note, didn’t seem to be stopping her from breathing. Each of her nipples had two small capsule-shaped vibrators taped to them, and a trio of vibrating dildos occupied her mouth, ass, and pussy, but strangely didn’t seem to be held in place by anything in particular.
Even stranger than the dildos, though, was how Linkle seemed to be completely unrestrained. It looked like she was simply standing on thin air right below the floating plate, her arms crossed below her breasts, refusing to move a muscle. Zelda’s first thought was that some type of stasis magic was involved, but Linkle’s breathing, moaning, and the occasional small twitch here or there ruled that possibility out.
“Since you aren’t exactly in a position to spread this information around, princess,” Luxen began, “I may as well confess: your friend here gave me the most trouble out of all of your allies. Dim as she is, she had an infuriating knack for turning up in exactly the right place to hinder my strategies, and that compass of hers proved infuriatingly effective at weakening my magic and dispelling my enchantments.”
He cracked a malicious grin. “Out of everything I’ve seen during all my conquests, watching her break down and cry when I melted her irritating little heirloom down in front of her may have been one of the most satisfying experiences I’ve ever had.”
“Regardless, I wasn’t satisfied. For daring to presume she could ever be anything more than a temporary thorn in my side, only the harshest of punishments would suffice. Though I’m a little surprised you haven’t already guessed a little of what her punishment is, princess. After all, I already showed you the trick earlier with your Zora friend.”
Luxen twisted his hand, and a bevy of restraints appeared around Linkle’s body. Her upper body was buckled into an open-chested straitjacket, complete with a crotch strap that pushed the lower two dildos deeper inside of her. Six belts bound her legs together tightly, and a tiny length of rope was tied around her big toes. Even knowing the truth - that Linkle’s bonds had always been there, and Luxen had just now undone the illusion hiding them from her perception - the transition from invisible to visible was so abrupt that Zelda found it hard to shake the notion they’d simply appeared out of thin air.
But Luxen didn’t stop there. He twisted his hand again, and Linkle’s body was completely mummified from head to toe in white gauze bandages. “Her nose plugs provide her with a steady supply of air, but that’s the only mercy I’ve granted her,” he explained, twisting his hand once more. This time, Linkle was encased in a heavy leather sack, form-fitted to her body and secured with a dozen belts. “She cannot move, speak, see, hear, or smell. Nor can she cum, for that matter; those vibrators are calibrated much the same as Midna’s.” Another twist, and she was coated in a seamless layer of black latex. “For the past two months, she’s been completely alone and constantly horny, and I don’t plan to change that for a very long time.” One more twist, and a welded-shut metal shell appeared over top of the latex, a perfect fit to her heavily-encased body.
By this point, there wasn’t even the slightest hint of movement or sound from Linkle, but Luxen still wasn’t done. A grainy, tan-colored powder began to cover Linkle’s shell, expanding outward from her until it formed an elongated box around her body. It was only once the outside of the box turned gray that Zelda realized the final layer of Linkle’s bondage: what she’d thought was a metal plate was actually the lid of a metal box, the excess space filled with sand to make absolutely certain Linkle couldn’t move a millimeter.
“I’ll pull her out of there eventually, of course,” Luxen reassured Zelda as the box lowered itself back into the hole. “As annoying an opponent as she may have been, there’s no point leaving her entombed forever when her beauty can be put to better use pleasing me. I’ll leave her to stew for a year or so - maybe less if I’m feeling generous - but sooner or later, I’m going to open that tomb, tear those outer layers off of her, and fuck her ass raw right here in the middle of the courtyard until she submits. And once she does, I’m going to give her compass back to her. It’ll be recast into the shape of a collar by then, but I’ve always believed it’s the thought that counts.”
“That aside, I’m afraid our little tour is coming to an end, princess,” Luxen said, forcing Zelda toward one final portal. “But I’ve been saving the best for last. There’s still one more slave from your world I’ve added to my harem, and I can’t wait to see the look on your face when you two are reunited!”
“One more?” Zelda asked herself in confusion as she stumbled after Luxen. She couldn’t think of any other female allies he might have enslaved - none besides Agitha and Tetra, she thought with a shudder. She could only hope Luxen’s tastes weren’t quite that vile...
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