Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Author: Deoz
Title: Ganandorf's Revenge
Universe: Legend of Zelda
Summary: Ganondorf takes over Link's body after being defeated, and uses
it to get revenge on the people who lead to his downfall.
Keywords: mF, mf, FF, bd, best, fist, inc, nc, rape, reluc, sad, viol,
ws
[This story is set in the world of Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time.  I
don't own any of the characters.  This story contains elements of rape,
child rape, beastiality, humiliation, and a whole lot more.  Codes are
listed in each chapter.  Enjoy.]
   -Intro: A Chance at RevengeI felt that damned boy's sword bite into me,
even through the thick hide of the beast form I had fought in.  I couldn't
move, couldn't fight back, not with Zelda's magic holding me in place.  I
roared in pain, and somewhere beneath it, heard the Princess' voice.
   "Six sages...  Now!"
   No!  I thought, I will not be imprisoned like this!
   "Ancient creators of Hyrule!" A deep voice rang impossibly clear, but I
could still barely hear it over the blood pumping in my ears, "Now, open
the sealed door and send the Evil Incarnation of Darkness into the void of
the Evil Realm!"
   Rauru, the sage of light.  I thought I had killed him, I thought I had
imprisoned them all.  But I could feel their magic working on me.
   "YOU..." My own voice seemed muted, already being lost in the void that
the sages were sealing me in, "CURSE YOU...  ZELDA!  CURSE YOU...  SAGES!"
I saw him there, that damned boy - no, not a boy any longer.  He was a boy
when I first met him, outside the gates to Castle Town.  Since then he had
grown to be a man, and to be my enemy.  "CURSE YOU...  Link!  Someday... 
When this seal is broken...  That's when I will exterminate your
descendants!  As long as the Triforce of Power is in my hand..." Yes, a
realization flooded me, I still have the Triforce of Power!
   Even before its power was awoken in me, I had magic of my own.  I was a
powerful sorcerer, feared and respected, and my abilities had only grown as
I learned what abilities the Triforce granted me.  My body was being sealed
away into the Evil Realm, but that didn't have to mean then end of my will,
the end of my spirit.
   I poured my will and my power out, leaving my body that was so easily
being trapped in this void.  I poured out everything that made me me and,
with the last ounce of my magic, strengthened by the Triforce of Power that
still coursed within me, I poured my spirit into that damned child that had
defeated me.
   I poured my spirit into Link.
   It was strange, at first.  I could feel the boy's spirit fighting mine.
For a moment, the body froze.  We wrestled for control over it.  He tried
to move the mouth, to warn the Princess what I had done, but I stopped him.
I tried to reach out, to grab her, to crush the life from her here and now,
but he prevented me.  In the dark places of his mind, Link and I fought for
an eternity in seconds.  He fought bravely; I could see now why fate had
chosen him as my enemy.  But I was stronger, and soon forced his spirit
down.  I didn't destroy it; I wasn't sure I could, or what would happen to
the body if I did.  But I did imprison him, chained in a cage in his own
mind.  The lips on Link's face turned up in a smile.  I was grinning.  I
had control.
   "...The way you are supposed to be..." Zelda's voice.  She had been
talking, while Link and I fought for control of his body.  Neither of us
had heard what she had said, but it didn't seem like she had noticed
anything amiss.  But no matter - With this new body, I could continue my
domination of this land.  As people had grown to fear Ganondorf, they would
now fear Link, Hero of Time and ruler of Hyrule.
   "Thank you...  Link..." Zelda was still speaking, "Good-bye"
   Wait...  What?
   Zelda brought the ocarina to her lips and began to play.  I felt
something pull at my body, and at my spirit.  No, this couldn't be
happening.  Not right when I was about to win.
   The world faded to white.
   ***
   When everything came back into focus, I had moved.  It took me a second
to recognize where I was, but then I placed it: The castle gardens.  But I
had had these destroyed, the land razed and salted.  I took a step forward,
and almost fell.  My legs had moved strangely, my stride too short and the
ground came too quickly.  I looked down.
   Oh you have got to be kidding me.
   The body I looked down upon was not the one of the Hero who had defeated
me, strong and easily suited to my purpose.  It was the body of a child. 
That bitch Princess had sent Link's body back in time, to the age where I
had first encountered him on the draw bridge years ago.
   Son of a bitch!
   I heard a small gasp of surprise, and I looked.  There she was, Princess
Zelda.  But she, too, was young again, perhaps 11 or 12.
   "Link!" she cried, "It worked!"
   "What worked?" I asked.  If I was stuck in this body, I should at least
find out what was going on before making my move.
   "I sent you back.  We've stopped Ganon, and I gave you back your life!"
   "But...  How do we remember everything?"
   "You're the Hero of Time, Link.  You'll remember everything that
happened, as will all of the Sages.  The currents of time don't easily wash
away out memories.  Meanwhile, we know everything we need to stop
Ganondorf. He'll be tried and executed, for sure."
   Now this made an interesting point.  If they stopped me in the past,
would I cease to exist?  It was a risk...  But then again, clearly I was
separate from the entity she was referring to, separate from that other me,
or I couldn't be having this conversation.  My spirit must be protected
within the body of the Hero of Time.  They could do what they wanted, I
would still be here.
   I smiled.  This might work out, after all.  No one except the sages new
who I was...  But that didn't mean I didn't know who all of them were, all
of the people who had stood in my way, and who had helped the damn boy
bring me down.  Maybe I was in no position to cement my rule of Hyrule
yet...  But I could get revenge on them all, at least, and pave the road
for a future where I had supreme domination.
   I looked at the young Zelda, her innocent little face smiling at me.  I
thought for a moment how good it would feel to strike her down now, to
snuff out the life of this mewling child who had been so much trouble for
me.  But then, as my gaze traveled from her golden hair down her body,
covered in her pink and white dress that left her mostly shapeless, I felt
something stirring in me, at the base of my stomach.  Something I hadn't
actually felt in quite some time.
   I was horny.
   It must have been the body I was in, a young boy, just reaching puberty,
longing to explore and touch and feel.  Even as I realize it, I felt it
boil up inside me.  I was horny, and I wanted release.
   I had an idea.
   It wasn't going to be enough for me to kill the sages.  I was going to
hurt them.  After all, only two of them were male...  For now, I'd let
those two pass.  But the others, the others I would take.  I would use them
for my pleasure, in every degrading, humiliating, painful way I could
imagine.  I would fuck them into submission.  I would break them.
   Zelda was still smiling at me.  I smiled back.
   "You're right, Princess," I said, "this is perfect."
   -Chapter 1: Impa: Sage of ShameI thought it would be tricky to get in
contact with all the sages to put my plan into action.  I thought I would
have to be very sly and very clever to find an excuse to talk to them all,
to get them alone, without them suspecting me or noticing a change in my
behaviour.  I thought I would have to plan well before I could act.
   I was wrong.
   My first opportunity came quickly, handed to me by Princess Zelda
herself.  She summoned Impa to lead me out of the castle grounds while she
went to speak to her father about my - or, I should say, the other
Ganondorf's - plans.  As I looked at the tall, white haired woman, I
realized I could remember things about her that I never new; I could
remember Link's memories of her.  It turns out that this Sheik woman was
the last of the sages Link awoke...  Well then, she would be the perfect
first step to my revenge.
   "Impa," I asked, "I was going to head back to Kakariko village to visit
for a bit.  You're from there, right?  Why don't you come along?"
   "I don't know, Link," she answered, "as much as I'd like to head home
for a bit, my duty is to guard Zelda."
   "Come on, the danger is done with.  She'll be fine, and you deserve a
break to see your friends." My voice came out smooth, and strong.  People
always assumed that all of my magic was focused on powerful attacks, flashy
shows of destruction.  And partly, that's true.  But I learned long ago
that there were times when lacing your words with subtle, mind-altering
enchantments, was just as helpful as throwing around orbs of fire.  I
hadn't focused much on these kinds of enchantment; I couldn't break
someone's mind enough for them to truly go against their nature or desires.
But if I was simply pushing them towards a decision that they wanted to
make, anyways?
   "You're right." Impa made up her mind, "Let's go, I'll give you the full
tour of my town."
   ***
   A few hours later, we were in Impa's house.  I had had to smile my way
through a ridiculous tour, and everyone in tour greeting Impa like some
sort of legendary hero.  All of their memories of my former reign had been
erased - or, I suppose, had never been formed - when Zelda undid my
timeline, so none of them new the Hero of Time who's body I lived in. 
Mostly I smiled and nodded as people acted condescendingly towards me.  It
was worth it though, because now I was alone with Impa in her own home. 
This was my chance.
   "I hope," Impa was saying, "that that wasn't too unpleasant for you.  If
they knew who you were, and what you had done, I'm sure you would have been
treated even better than me."
   "It wasn't great," I answered, "but you can make it up to me."
   "Oh really?  What do you have in mind."
   "Well, I was thinking you could get on your knees and suck my cock."
   For a moment, she looked shocked.  Then she laughed, "Link, that's
terribly.  You shouldn't joke like that, you're just a kid.
   I smiled.  "And you're an old whore, but that doesn't change that you'll
be choking on my dick soon enough."
   Impa's eyes hardened.  "I don't know what has come over you, but I think
you should go." She put a hand on my shoulder, as if she were going to push
me out of the door.
   "No." I said, and I lashed out with my right fist.  I caught her in the
stomach and, with the force of my magic behind my strike, she flew across
the room and into the wall.
   As she lay slumped on the floor, I began to disrobe.  I was wearing a
simple green tunic that, once I undid my leather belt, was easily pulled
over my head and tossed aside.  Impa stirred, and, seeing my naked body,
her jaw dropped open.
   "Holy fuck." She whispered.
   I glanced down at myself.  I hadn't exactly had a chance to examine my
new body since taking it over, so I was just as surprised as her by what I
saw.  Either my enchantment of Link had a powerful effect on him, or the
kid was simply incredibly endowed.  Either way, my cock looked almost
comically large on the 12 year old body.  Flaccid, it hung a good 6 inches
long.  I imagined that hard, it would probably be closer to 10 or 11.
   I smiled.  "Perfect."
   Impa tried to get back to her feet, but I was too quick.  I crossed the
distance between us and slapped her backhand across the face hard enough to
knock her over again.  I then kicked her in the stomach to make sure she
stayed down.  She coughed wretchedly - I had kicked her hard enough to dent
in the metal of the breastplate she wore.
   "Listen up, bitch.  I'm going to fuck you, and I'm going to fuck you
hard.  And if you fight me, I will hurt you.  Any questions?" She tried to
get up again, but I grabbed a fistful of her silver pony tale, and banged
her head back against the wall.  "I didn't think so."
   Her armor was ridiculously simply, clearly more for appearance then
defence.  It was held up by a clasp just above her breast, which I quickly
undid.  One quick tug later and her breastplate fell to the floor,
revealing her impressive breasts.  They were large enough that, without the
support of her armor, they sagged down a bit.  They still looked great,
though.
   Next I made short work of the purple and black half-leggings she wore,
ripping them in half right off of her body.  These were followed by the
thin black panties she wore beneath them.  She had a small, groomed tuft of
silver hair above her pussy.  I laughed at that.
   "Who exactly are you keeping yourself all groomed for, slut?"
   "Fuck you," she gasped.
   "It's really going to be the other way around." With one hand on her
shoulder, keeping her on her knees, and the other still wrapped in her
hair, I let my still only half-erect cock swing in front of her face. 
"Better get started.  Get me nice and hard."
   She didn't answer this time, just glared at me instead.  I dropped one
hand down to her nipple, and twisted it, hard.  She gasped in pain, and I
took the chance to shove my cock into her mouth.
   "Suck, bitch." I ordered.  "And if I feel any teeth, I'm going to rip
these udders of your right off your body."
   She didn't exactly give in and start sucking, but she did stop fighting.
Instead, she just stared up at me, eyes filled with hatred, as I fucked her
face.  I wasn't gentle about it, either.  After the third or fourth stroke,
my cock had grown to its full, erect length.  At first, I didn't go too
deep.  I could feel her tongue on the underside of my cock as I pulled
almost all the way out, then would push back in until it hit the back of
her mouth.  I continued like this, only fucking her with the first few
inches of my cock, for a while before...
   "Here it comes, slut!" I slammed my cock into her mouth, forcing it down
her throat.  I let the back of her head hit the wall again as I buried
myself in her face.  In one push, she went from having the tip of my cock
resting just behind her teeth to having her nose to my stomach.
   She gagged, and began to struggle.  I reached down and grabbed a fistful
of her tit, growling a warning for her to stay still.  She tried, but as I
pulled out and pushed back in again, I could feel her throat clenching
around my girth.  Tears began leaking from the corners of her tightly shut
eyes.  I didn't stop.  I began ramming my cock in and out of her with a
ferocious speed, facefucking her hard.  Her throat tightened again, and I
felt something warm and thick splash against my cock, still inside her. 
She had puked on my cock, but I didn't give her a chance to do anything
about it.  I kept her at it, forcing her to deepthroat me, forcing her to
swallow back the bile that she had spit up.
   It didn't take much of this treatment before my balls started to
tighten. I didn't know if this body had ever had an orgasm, but I knew that
it had been weeks since I had; I was going to cum, hard.
   "Get ready, slut.  And you had better swallow it all."
   She brought her hands up, pushing at my hips, trying to force me off of
her.  She yelled something, but it was muffled by my cock, and the
vibrations just made me want to cum more.  I took her head in both my hands
and held it still, fucking it like a toy.  With a growl, I pushed as deep
as I could, and held there, the tip of my cock lodged somewhere down her
throat.  Her throat clenching around me, still trying to throw me up, I
began to cum.  I sent burst after burst down into her stomach.  She was
crying in earnest now, and I began to pull out, still cumming, so I could
land some in her mouth itself.
   When I finally removed myself from her entirely, she coughed and
sputtered.  Strings of drool and cum and bile dripped from her mouth onto
her chest.  "Pathetic." I spat.  "You didn't even swallow it all; it's
dripping down your chin.  You're not even a decent slut.  You're useless."
   I don't know what pushed her over the edge; maybe it was me calling her
names.  Maybe it was the humiliation of cumming her throat.  Hell, maybe
she was biding her time, waiting to strike like this from the beginning. 
Whatever it was, she pushed herself to her feet with a yell.  I admit, I
was surprised, I thought I had broken her.  Her first blow caught me on the
side of the head, forcing me to take a step back.  By the time she came
around for another strike, though, I had recovered.  I caught her wrist
before it could land, and something in it snapped.  She screamed, but
didn't let it stop her as she swung a kick for my midsection.  I trapped
her leg beneath my free arm and held it there.
   "Bad girl." I growled.  Then, from her arm and leg, I lifted her in the
air, and slammed her down on a table.  It broke beneath her.  "I was going
to start taking it easy on you, bitch.  But not anymore.  I will break
you." She just moaned amidst the wreckage of the table.
   I grabbed her by the ankles and dragged her along the ground to a clear
spot.  My cock had softened a bit after I came, but the fight and the
thought of what I was going to do to her hardened it anew.  I raised her
ankle, and spread her legs open.  She started coming to again, but it was
far too little, too late.
   "This cunt belongs to me now, bitch." I pressed the head of my cock into
her pussy.
   "Fuck, no!" She moaned.  She wasn't exactly dripping wet, but she wasn't
entirely dry, either.  I laughed.  It looked like someone liked it a little
rough.
   I didn't waste time taking it easy on her.  I pushed the entire length
of my dick into her.  She began to struggle, weakly, trying to wiggle back
away from me, but I leaned down onto her, and held her in place.  Then I
began to fuck her.
   I pulled my cock almost all the way out, leaving just the head inside
her, then slammed it forward so my waist banged against her ass.  Again and
again, I slammed into her as fast and as hard as I could.  She was a
flexible bitch, I'd give her that.  I moved her ankles until her feet were
pinned to the ground on either side of her head, and she was bent in half.
In this position, her ass and pussy were raised in the air, so I was
slamming down into her as I fucked.
   "Please..." She moaned, "please, stop!  It's too hard!"
   I slowed for a moment, paused with my entire length deep inside her so I
could lean over and whisper next to her ear.
   "Should have thought of that before you hit me, slut."
   Then I started pounding away again.
   After a few minutes, her struggles stopped, and she just laid there,
silent tears running down her face as I used her body.  Then I started to
feel her pussy tighten around my cock.  I laughed.
   "Are you going to cum, bitch?  Are you going to cum as I rape this
slutty cunt of yours?"
   "No...  Fuck...  No, I can't...  Fuuuuck..." She tried, I'll give her
that.  Her eyes were squeezed shut, her teeth were gritted, as she tried to
hold back the orgasm we both knew were coming.  But she never had a chance.
My subtle mental manipulation saw to that.
   "Fuuuuck!!!!" Her shoulders bunched up and her cunt spasmed around my
cock as all her muscles tightened, and an orgasm ripped through her body.
"Fuck, no..." She cried.  She couldn't know that I had used my magic to
make sure she came, whether she wanted to or not.  All she knew is that she
hadn't wanted to, and her body had betrayed her.
   And I wanted to make sure she felt that, again and again.
   I don't know how long I fucked her like that, with her bent double at
the waste and me pounding away from above.  I managed to hold off cumming
for as long as I could and, between my experience breaking bitches like
this and my magic, that was easily an hour at least.  For a while I forced
her own foot into her mouth, making her lick her toes as I fucked her.  I
whispered a steady stream of insults and implications directly into her
ear, telling her how much of a slut she was for liking what I was doing to
her.  I spat on her face, and I slapped her tits, and I made her cum again
and again.  By the time I was done, her eyes had glazed over and she had
stopped putting up even a token resistance.
   "I'm going to cum inside you now, slut.  Going to blow my load directly
up this whore cunt of yours."
   She let out a little whimper, but not more than that.  With a roar, I
bottomed myself out in her, grinding my hips against her ass, and started
to cum.  It had been building up for a long time, now, so it wasn't a small
load.  I felt her body respond beneath me, as she orgasmed one more time as
my seed filled her.
   "Fuck yeah." I groaned, "You are one fucking good lay, bitch." I pulled
out, and let her go.  She lay there, panting, her tongue hanging out of her
mouth just a bit, face slick with tears and sweat and my spit.
   "When was the last time you were fucked, slut?" In her addled state, I
barely needed any of my magic to get an answer out of her.
   "Months..." She muttered.
   "That long?  But a horny girl like you must want more than that...  Do
you have toys?  Do you play with yourself in the lonely nights?"
   She didn't answer this time, but her eyes moved to a set of drawers near
her bed.  I walked over to it, and started to riffle through it.  It didn't
take me long to find her stash, a set of smooth dildos of various sizes.  I
brought some back over to her.
   "Here's what you need to know, bitch.  You have one hole I haven't used
yet, and I'm going to fuck that ass of yours whether you want me to or not.
If you beg me, right now, to do it, I'll take it easier on you.  Try to
resist me, and I'll hurt you more.  Understand?" She nodded.  "Good." I
looked down at my cock.  It was going soft, but that wasn't a problem for
me.  I ran my hand over it, slick as it was with cum and her pussy juice,
and muttered a few words of magic.  It sprang to life again.  "What's it
going to be, my little slutty sage?"
   She looked at me.  There was no fight left in her eyes, none of the
fierce determination to resist.  She couldn't even muster the hatred she
had before.  She was broken, and willing to do anything to avoid pain. 
"Please..." She said, "Please fuck my ass."
   "If you insist." I roughly rolled her over so she was on her hands and
knees.  Her was already red from being pounded by my hips, and her back was
raw and scraped from being fucked so long against the hard floor.  I
swatted her ass, and she jumped.  Then, I picked two dildos out.  The
first, possibly even larger than my cock, I jammed without ceremony into
her cunt.  She moaned.  I took one of her arms and pulled it back.  "Hold
that in." I commanded.  "If it comes out, you will be hurt again." Then I
started working the other dildo, one that was maybe six inches long and an
inch wide, into her tight little ass.
   It went in with surprisingly little difficulty, considering how packed
full her cunt was already.  Her puckered asshole relaxed at the intruder.
   "Done this before, haven't you?" I asked.  She didn't answer.
   I fucked her with the dildo for a few minutes.  Since I had to have a
solid grip on the end of it, I could only get the first four inches or so
into her, but I used those inches as best I could.  Her ass was dry, since
I didn't bother finding any lubrication, and it must have been hurting her
like hell, but aside from a few whimpers she didn't let it show.
   I moved around so I was standing in front of her.  It was a bit tricky
to still reach the dildo to her ass with my child-length arms, but I
managed.  "My dick is going in your ass next, slut, so you might want to
get it wet." She opened her mouth, and I pushed my cock into it.  I thrust
my cock and the dildo in her ass to opposite beats, so that when I pulled
out of her mouth, I pushed into her ass, and vice versa.  "You like that,
bitch?  You like having all your holes stuffed, don't you?"
   I didn't spend much time facefucking her this time around.  I wanted to
save myself for the main event.  When I pulled out of her mouth, a string
of drool linked my cock to her lips.  I wiped it off with my hand, then
rubbed my hand over her face, making a further mess of her.  I pulled the
dildo out of her ass, and brought it to her face.
   "Lick." I commanded.  She hesitated, just for a second, and I hit her
across the face with the dildo.  "Lick." I repeated.  She stuck her tongue
out, and flicked it just lightly over the tip of the toy.  "Not good
enough. Open." She opened her mouth, and I stuffed the dildo, fresh from
her ass, into it.  I grabbed the hand that she had been supporting herself
with, the one that wasn't busy with the dildo in her cunt, and brought it
to her face.  "You're going to fuck your face with that dildo.  You're
going to taste your own ass off it it, and love it.  Or else." This time
she didn't hesitate.  She started pushing the dildo in and out of her own
mouth, and I could see her tongue swirling around on it.
   I moved around behind her, and pushed down on her head.  With one hand
at her cunt and the other holding the dildo she was still facefucking
herself with, she had no support.  I pushed until her cheek was resting on
the ground and her tits were squashed beneath her.  She didn't even miss a
step, still swallowing a solid five inches of the dildo that was in her
ass. I pushed the head of my cock against her still slightly opened
asshole, and began to fuck it.
   I took my time with it.  My cock was slick with her saliva, and her ass
had been primed by the dildo, but it was still a tight fit.  Her ass
squeezed around my cock, and I could feel the pressure of the large dildo
in her cunt through the think walls separating the two.  I couldn't get my
whole cock into her ass, and I didn't even try.  Chances are it couldn't
have all fit, anyways.  So only using the first four or five inches of it,
I began to pump in and out of her tight asshole.  With every thrust, she
slid forward on her ground, her breasts mashed even further down against
her.  Every time I pulled out, she managed to come back up, just a bit,
just enough for me to flatten her anew next pump.  I didn't go fast, and I
didn't go terribly hard, but I got a rhythm and kept it.  Before long,
either consciously or not, she began matching my rhythm with the dildo she
still dutifully fucked her own mouth with, so that every time I pushed into
her, she swallowed most of it down her throat, only coming up to breath
when I pulled out.
   I pawed at and squeezed her ass, leaving it even redder than before. 
Once, only once, the larger sex toy she had been holding in her cunt
started to fall out.  I reached down and roughly jammed it back in, making
her squeal in surprise.  From then on, she made sure to keep it in place
herself.
   This time I didn't need to use any magic to make myself last longer; I
had cum twice already in the last few hours, I wasn't going too fast
anyways.  After a good twenty minutes of this slow, solid rhythmic fucking,
I knew I was getting close to finished.  She was too, I think.  I couldn't
feel her cum the way I did when I was in her pussy, but she had whimpered
extra hard a few times during her assfuck, and judging by the juice still
pooling around the dildo in her cunt, she had orgasmed from it more than
once.
   "What me to finish up, little slut?"
   She whimpered something around the dildo in her throat.
   "I will, if you beg me to put my whole cock in you.  Beg to take it all
in your ass."
   "Please," her voice was muffled as, even now, she kept part of the dildo
in her mouth, "put it all in me.  Please stuff my ass with your whole
cock."
   She was well and truly broken.  Enchantment or not, she would never have
begged me like that, without even the threat of violence, if she wasn't. 
She might not like it, or even get off on it...  But she new what she had
to do to get this over with.
   I pushed, one long, slow, thrust.  Four inches in, she moaned.  Seven
inches in, she had started squirming beneath me again.  By the time I
bottomed out, with my balls resting on her ass, she was shaking.  Fresh
tears rolled down her face, and the dildo that had been in her pussy came
out with a plop and gush of juices.  At the same time, though, she had
still taken the one in her mouth at the same speed as the cock in her ass.
As I held there, balls deep in her, she was holding onto it by just the
very tip, and had the rest lodged as deep in her throat as it could go.
   I pulled out at the same, methodical pace, and she gasped and gagged as
the dildo came out of her mouth.
   I still hadn't cum, though.
   "One more thing, slut.  Roll over." She did, and I moved up to sit on
her chest, my cock between her tits and my legs on either side of her.  I
grabbed both her breasts, and started rubbing my cock between them.  "I'm
going to cum all over your face, bitch."
   She didn't try to fight, didn't even try to move.  She just laid there,
her eyes glazed, as I roughly fucked her tits.  I pulled on them, and
twisted at her nipples, and she barely reacted.  I grabbed both her hands
and pulled them up to her breasts.  She grabbed them and held them in
place, so I could keep tittyfucking her without my hands.  I reached down
and slapped her face, waking her up from her daze.
   "Look at it." I commanded, "I want you to see it coming when I plaster
your face." I wrapped one hand in her hair, long since loosed from its
tight pony tale, and bent her head up at the neck, so she was staring
directly into my cock every time it poked its head out from between her
breasts.  Her mouth hung open - less in an attempt to please me or catch my
cum, and more because it looked like she didn't have the strength to hold
it shut.
   "I'm going to cum soon, slut, and I want you to know something." My
voice came ragged now.  I could feel my balls tightening again as her soft
breasts caressed them.  "You're not just getting Link's cum, you're getting
mine.  You are the slut of Ganondorf!" I came.  Edged on by my magic, my
load was large, despite having cum twice already.  The first shot landed on
her face, a streak from her upper lip to her eye.  Some landed in her hair,
some even got up her nose.  I glazed her face, and landed some in her
mouth, which she swallowed on instinct.  I blew string after string of cum,
coating down her chin and neck and top of her chest.
   I stood up, squeezing the last of my cum out onto her face.  "You have
served your king well." Whether it was finally getting a few seconds
without fucking, or the humiliation of cum, or the knowledge that I was not
just the hero boy she thought I was, something in her finally gave out.
   Her eyes rolled back, and she passed out.
   I looked at her there, naked and filthy, covered in bruises and cum. 
She had clearly had enough.  She had been humiliated and broken.  Any one
with an ounce of decency left in them could see that, and would leave her
alone.
   Then again, she had hit me.
   I searched through her house for the supplies I needed.
   ***
   As I left Kakariko Village, the sun was rising in the East.  I grinned,
thinking about what the villagers would find when they woke.  Impa, their
hero, their legend, left out in the open, tied with her legs spread open
naked to the tree at the center of town.  She had been left blindfolded,
with the word SLUT scrawled across her chest and PLEASE FUCK ME on her
stomach in ink.  Her face was still plastered with my cum, drying in the
rising heat.  Her mouth had been stuffed full of her own panties, and a
rough harness had been fashioned out of rope held two dildos in her, one in
her pussy and one in her ass.  Worst of all, for her, was the proof that
was now drying on her cunt and down her legs that, whatever had happened to
her, she had enjoyed it.
   I allowed myself to laugh.  Things were turning out well for me, so far,
and there were still a bunch of women who I had to get revenge on.  This
was going to be a fun few days.
   Behind me, echoing down the mountain, I could hear someone had woken up
and found what I had left.
   "HOLY FUCK!" And maybe it was my imagination, or just wishful thinking,
but I could swear I heard skin hitting skin, and Impa's moans of pleasure.
   -Chapter 2: Nabooru: Sage of SlutsI breathed the hot air in deeply.  It
had been some time since I had returned to the Valley of my birth.  I had
forgotten how differently the air tasted.
   Two days had passed since I had gone to Kakariko village.  I had stayed
around Castle Town for a bit, listening for news.  Two pieces interested
me. First was that the embassy from Gerudo had been arrested for treason.
It seemed like young Zelda was as good as her word; they other me, the
adult Ganondorf that was in the castle, had been stopped.  No matter.  I
didn't want the competition, anyhow.  The other piece of news that
interested me was that Kakariko village had closed its gates, and were not
letting any outsiders in.  Allegedly, this was for some ancient Sheikah
religious ceremony, but I had my doubts.  You don't leave a hero of a town
sexually destroyed and ready for more in the town square and not expect
something to come of it.  Religious ceremony?  Yeah, right.  Unless they
had a god of fertility, there was nothing holy about what was going on
behind those gates.  It worked out well for me, though.  It meant that news
of what had happened to Impa hadn't left the town, and even the people in
the town didn't know that I was the one who had done it.  I couldn't
imagine Impa admitting to being overpowered and raped by a 12 year old boy.
My cover as Link was still good.
   I patted Gallows on the neck.  When I decided to return to Gerudo
Valley, I had whistled up my war-horse's tune.  The notes, infused with my
magic, summoned him to me no matter how far apart we were.  Apparently,
even with the other Ganondorf arrested, no one had bothered taking any
precautions about his horse.  The large, black stallion regarded me with
suspicion, at first.  After all, I looked nothing like the master he
expected.  But horses, on the whole, are better judges of people than most
people are.  A few softly spoken words, and Gallows was happy to let me
mount him and ride.
   "You!  Don't move!" A woman's voice echoed across the valley.  I glanced
around.  There were two Gerudos there, each armed.  My people, I thought,
my women.  "Who are you, and what business do you have crossing the gorge
into our land?" The one who had spoken was taller, but aside from that they
looked practically identical.  I tried to remember their names...  I had
made it a point to learn all of the women's names in the fortress.  After
all, when you are the only male born in a century, all of the women make it
a point to know you.  They were sisters...  Joanne and Jolene, that was it.
   "Hak vinta ebourar." The tongue in this child's mouth was unused to the
harsh twists and turns of the secret language of the Gerudos, but I managed
it anyways.  I am one of the people, I had said.
   The two looked surprised to hear the language.  I suppose that made
sense, as it was a crime punishable by death to teach it to outsiders.  If
I was speaking it, I must have a right to.  And the only people who have a
right to are members of the tribe.
   "Ionto vish kanatori." One said, warily.  I do not know your face.
   "Jinth kana for emblik," I responded, "ish ionto cor.  Il shif
Ganondorf, tet rexa!" My face may not be my own, but you know my power.  I
am Ganondorf, your king!"
   That clearly took them by surprise.  Joanne, the one who had spoken,
seemed unsure what to do.  It was a bold claim coming from a 12 year old,
but the tribe new I had power.  She didn't know the extent of that power,
but seemed to be considering that this was within the realm of it.  Her
sister, on the other hand, didn't grasp the possibly quite as quickly.  She
began to laugh at my claim.
   I raised my right hand, and moved as if striking the air.  Her head
snapped to the side, and she was knocked to her knees.  "Kurra fet rexa!"
Bow before your king!  I raised my right fist, back to them, and the sign
of the Triforce shone on it.
   That convinced them.  Joanne dropped to her knees, pressing her forehead
to the earth.  Jolene scrambled to the same position, not even pausing to
wipe the blood that now flowed from her nose.
   I smiled as they supplicated themselves, scantly clad asses raised in
the air.  Better, I said in Gerudo, Now follow me.  There is work to be
done.
   ***
   An hour later, I had everything set.  Joanne and Jolene accompanied me
back to the camp and their testimony of my power along with my mastery of
the secret tongue and my intimate knowledge of things only I could know
were enough to convince the others of my identity.
   A quick jaunt through Link's memories told me everything I needed to
know about Nabooru's treachery.  Shame, really.  She would have been an
excellent tool.  Oh well, I can't abide a traitor and, luckily enough for
me, we Gerudo's had a pre-established law of guilt and punishment for such
a thing.  I summoned the leader of the tribe, knowing full well that she
was not here.
   Another women, shorter than average for a Gerudo but toned to a solid
muscle finish, arrived in Nabooru's stead.  I took a moment to examine her.
Her breasts weren't terribly large, but they were pert and firm beneath the
red strip of cloth that held them in place.  Her matching red pants were
slightly see-through, and it was only a large buckle on the front of them
that prevented me from getting a view of her pussy through them.  I studied
her face...  Aveil, that was her name.  She was third in charge, after me
and Nabooru.
   "While I am pleased to see you Aveil, it is not you I summoned." I spoke
in the common, Hyrulian language.  This boys tongue was just not made for
Gerudo, and it was starting to give me a headache.  "Where is Nabooru, my
first captain?"
   Aveil hesitated.  She couldn't know that I already knew exactly where
Nabooru was, and what she was up to.  "Great King," she said, "Nabooru has
gone out on a quest.  She left me in charge in her stead."
   "A quest?" I smirked at the word, "Do you lie to conceal her intent?  Do
you not know that nothing can be hidden from my gaze?  I know of her
treachery.  As we speak, she is attempting to infiltrate the Spirit Temple
to destroy my well laid plans.  She is a traitor."
   Aveil's eyes dropped to the floor.  "Yes, Great King."
   "You have always been loyal to me, Aveil, is that not so?  You would
never do anything to displease me?" She couldn't know that Link remembered
perfectly well it was Aveil who made him an honorary Gerudo, granting him
passage to the Spirit Temple.  For her, it had never happened.
   "Never, Great King."
   "Go to the Spirit Temple.  Bring your best warriors, and return that
traitorous bitch to me in chains.  She will be subject to Hak Thatar!"
   To her credit, Aveil managed to mostly stifle the gasp that fought its
way free of her lips.  Hak Thatar was an ancient custom, one that had not
been invoked in centuries.  Still, it was written in our laws, and no
Gerudo would suggest abandoning the old ways.  I had the right to declare
Hak Thatar on a member of the tribe and, as king, my naming it was proof
enough.
   Things were about to get very bad for Nabooru.
   ***
   I had my throne moved to the courtyard by the time Aveil and her
warriors returned.  Nabooru was led between them, her eyes blindfolded and
her hands manacled before her.  The pushed her roughly to her knees in
front of me.
   "Who dares lead such an action against me, the First Captain and
rightful leader of our tribe?" She demanded.
   I reached down and pulled the blindfold from her face.  As she squinted
up at me in the bright sun, a look of confusion spread across her.  "Link?"
   "Not quite, bitch." I slapped her across the face.  "I am the Great King
Ganondorf!  My body may be changed, but my spirit remains!  This
treacherous whore plotted against me!  I invoke Hak Thatar!"
   "No!" She cried.
   I ignored her, and continued to address the crowd of women that had
begun gathering around the courtyard.  Part of Hak Thatar necessitated the
entire tribe to attend.  "As a traitor, she looses all rank and privilege.
She is stripped of her title as a Gerudo!  She is not one of us.  She is a
beast to serve us!"
   "You can't-" she began, but I silenced her with another slap.  I reached
down and with a wrench, ripped her top from her body.  Her tits spilled
free, remaining firm and in place despite their size.  One of the many
advantaged of a Gerudo woman is her tits' ability to stay up without any
obvious support; it was what let them still look appealing with only a thin
strip of cloth across their breasts.  Her loose, flowing pants were the
next to go, revealing a tightly toned and quite tanned ass and clean shaven
pussy.  When you live in the heat of the desert, you tend to stay cool
however you can, and so most Gerudo's go without underwear or pubic hair.
Every little bit helps.
   As Nabooru lay in the sand, more in shock than in any real pain, I
summoned Aveil over.  "You will be my new First Captain," I said, "and so I
give you first rights to this beast." A large grin spread across her face.
She was excited for the power I just gave her, both over the tribe and over
Nabooru.  I knew this girl wanted power.  I could sense it in her.
   "Thank you, Great King." She hurriedly stripped naked herself.  She
walked over to Nabooru, and pushed her onto her back.  Then she sat down on
her, straddling her face.  I could see her wrap both hands in Nabooru's
hair and force her to bend her head up, so Nabooru's mouth met Aveil's
waiting pussy.  "Lick it, beast."
   Nabooru resisted at first, until Aveil freed one hand to bring it down
in a sharp blow on her stomach.  Nabooru gasped for air, and Aveil took the
chance to force herself down on Naboory's face, pinning it to the ground.
"You can breath again when I've decided you've pleased me enough."
   From where I was sitting, I could see Nabooru's golden eyes growing
desperate.  She knew this ceremony as well as any Gerudo; once she started
giving in, there would be no saving her.  She wanted to avoid debasing
herself, lowering herself to serve a woman to whom she should be superior.
On the other hand, she needed to breath, and couldn't with Aveil sitting on
top of her face the way she was.  Finally, Nabooru closed her eyes and
Aveil shuddered with sudden pleasure.  Nabooru had begun licking her pussy.
   I had been focusing on the two women in front of me enough that I hadn't
noticed a number of the Gerudos had scampered away.  They were returning
now, though, better equipped for the ceremony.  Dildos and strap-ons and
buttplugs of all sizes could be seen in the crowd.  I suppose when only one
male was born in a century, girls had to find some other ways to keep
themselves entertained.  I saw Joanne and Jolene in the crowd, and waved
them over.  When they both reached my throne, I glanced down.
   "I see you are ready, Joanne." I said, nodding to the large strap-on she
was sporting.  "You were the first to recognize me, and to announce my
return to the camp.  I give you the right to go break that bitch now, as
long as you don't impede Aveil." With a quick tanks, she ran over to the
women on the ground, and I turned to Jolene.  "Now you, Jolene, refused to
recognize my claim and laughed at your king."
   "I'm sorry, Great King." She answered quietly, her eyes down in shame.
Or possibly fear.  Perhaps she was worried that, if I was upset enough, I
might declare Hak Thatar on her, as well.
   "I am a merciful king, and will forgive such slights...  If you earn
such forgiveness." I reached down and undid my belt, pulling my tunic up
high enough to reveal my cock.  It was half-erect at the sight before me.
"Kneel before your king, and earn his forgiveness." I commanded.
   Jolene didn't hesitate for a moment.  She dropped to her knees and took
the entire length of my semi-erect cock in her mouth in one quick swallow.
As she bobbed her head up and down on it, she brought up one hand to cup my
balls.  I hadn't cum since the days I spent with Impa, and they yearned for
release, hanging low and swollen.  She pulled her head almost all of the
way off of me, and swirled her tongue around the tip of my cock, before
flattening her tongue on the bottom of her mouth and filling her throat
with me again, her tongue wiggling on the underside of my cock as she did.
   I turned my attention back to Nabooru.  At some point, Aveil must have
let her up to breath, but it must not have been for long or very recently.
Nabooru's face was red with exertion as Aveil ground down on it.  One of
Aveil's hands was still wrapped in Nabooru's hair while the other one
massaged her own breast.  As I watched, Aveil craned her neck down and
brought one of her breasts up to her own mouth, licking the nipple.  All of
a sudden, Nabooru's eyes, which had been squeezed shut, flew open and a
muffled yelp escaped her, even through the smothering pussy on her face. 
Joanne had begun.
   Joanne was forcing her strap-on into Nabooru's pussy without any pause
or preparation.  The traitor's cunt opened at the assault, allowing inch
after inch of the toy to be forced into her.  Only when Joanne had a good
six or seven inches of it stuffed in did she start thrusting back and
forth, fucking her.  Aveil lifted off of Nabooru long enough for her to
take a gasp of air and let out a yell of pain.
   "Fuuuuck!" Nabooru cried, "Fuck I can't take it!"
   Then she was cut off again as Aveil dropped herself back on her face. 
Joanne hadn't slowed at Nabooru's cry.  If anything, she began fucking her
even fast and harder.  Her dildo, a solid 9-inch long beast of a fake cock,
soon disappeared into Nabooru's cunt, Joanne's hip making loud smacks
against Nabooru's pelvis.  Before long, the crowed started cheering at the
show.
   Jolene, meanwhile, had moved her attention down.  Now she was looking up
at me, eyes filled with an eagerness to please, as she licked and sucked my
balls alternatively.  With one hand, she continued to pump my cock straight
up in the air as she worked.  She was skilled; I suppose a lifetime of
eating pussy for fun leaves you with a talented tongue.  I could feel the
pressure building at her attention, but I didn't want to cum just yet.  I
pushed her off of me, and I stood.
   "Before I let the rest of you use this bitch," I called to the crowd,
"there is one person who she must serve first.  One of our tribe who her
betrayal may hurt most.  The protector of our sacred temple.  Twinrova! 
Come to me!"
   "We're already here, dear." Said a voice from behind me.
   "We're never far away." Said another.  I turned, to see two wizened old
women dressed all in black, stood behind me.  They were nearly identical,
if not for the different coloured gems set in their forehead.
   "Mother," I greeted them - or greeted her, I suppose.  People thought
Twinrova was the combination of these two witches, Koume and Kotake, but
the truth was the very opposite.  Koume and Kotake were simple two aspects
of one being, Twinrova.  The woman who raised me.  "You are looking well."
   "And you are looking young." Koume, the aspect of ice, answered, "Very
strange.  Oh well.  I see you have learned of our First Captain's would-be
treachery."
   "Indeed I have."
   "And you have declared Hak Thatar on her?  Very appropriate." This was
Kotake, the aspect of fire.
   "I have.  And I have summoned you so that you may use her before she is
thrown to the tribe."
   "You are such a good boy." They spoke as one now, "I suppose we should,
at that.  But not in this form."
   They stepped towards eachother and there was a flash of light.  When my
sight cleared, Koume and Kotake were gone.  In their place stood a
statuesque woman.  Nearly seven feet tall, with hair half of ice and half
of flame, Twinrova smiled down at me.  She was thin, but buxom.  And
apparently, she meant to get down to business right away: she was entirely
naked.
   As she strode towards Nabooru and company, the crowd bowed their heads
in respect.  Even Joanne stopped pumping (with the strap-on fully in
Nabooru's pussy, I noticed) to bow.  Aveil stood, lifting herself off of
Nabooru's face, to bow.  Nabooru gasped for air, her face glistening with
spit and Aveil's juices.
   "I do not think," Twinrova's voice cracked like ice and roared like fire
all at once, "that a treacherous bitch like you deserves the privilege of
pleasing one such as I."
   Even having seen her before, Nabooru was visibly awed and terrified by
Twinrova.  The sorceress' power was legendary, second only to her temper.
Nabooru shook her head, weakly.
   "No, I shall not have your whore tongue touch my pussy, it is too good
for you.  Roll her over." The last was directed towards Joanne and Aveil,
who complied, rolling Nabooru to her hands and knees.  "First Captain
Aveil, be a dear and make use of this whore's ass, would you?"
   Aveil didn't need any further prompting.  Joanne moved out of the way,
returning to the crowd, and Aveil knelt down beside Nabooru.  She ran her
fingers through the juice leaking from the traitor's pussy, before sliding
two fingers into her ass.  I could see Nabooru bite her lip, refusing to
cry out.  That resolve was soon broken, though, as Aveil added a third
finger to her ass.  Then a fourth.  Nabooru cried out in pain.  "Please! 
Not my ass!"
   "You are a traitor slut!  A beast of pleasure for the clan!" Twinrova's
voice snapped like a whip, and Nabooru visibly flinched under it.  "You do
not deserve my pussy, but I will use you like the whore you are." Then
Twinrova did something I had never seen before: she knelt, getting down to
her hands and knees in front of Nabooru with her backside pointed at the
redhead's face.  "First Captain Aveil!  yMake the slut lick my ass."
   One hand still knuckle deep in Nabooru's ass, Aveil used her free hand
to grab a fistful of the traitor's hair, and force her head forward, face
landing between the cheeks of Twinrova's toned ass.  "Lick," I heard Aveil
hiss, "or I swear I will shove my whole arm up this tight little ass of
yours."
   Whether it was the threat of Aveil or of Twinrova, Nabooru hesitated
only a second before I saw her head start to move.  Twinrova moaned at the
feeling of Nabooru's tongue flicking across her asshole.  "No," the
sorceress said, "Deeper.  I want to feel your tongue inside my ass."
Nabooru complied, and Twinrova moaned in pleasure.
   The sight of Nabooru like this, spitted between Aveil's four fingers
thrusting in and out of her ass, and Twinrova grinding her ass on Nabooru's
face, made my libido scream again.  I pulled Jolene over and, without a
word, pulled her pants around her ankles.  I pulled her back on me, guiding
her ass to my cock.  She reached back and spread her ass checks to
facilitate my entry, and sat straight down.  In one thrust, three inches of
cock jabbed into her tight asshole.  She cried out in pleasure, and began
bouncing.  She must have practiced this with toys because, before long,
with no more lubrication than the spit she had left on it, my cock was
balls deep in her ass.
   Twinrova, meanwhile, was supporting herself on just one hand.  The other
had reached between her own legs and was ferociously rubbing her clit as
Nabooru continued to tongue-fuck her ass.  Aveil had let go of her hair,
but Nabooru hadn't stopped.  Using both hands to keep Twinrova's ass spread
open, she went back and forth between lapping at the sorceress asshole like
a dog and thrusting her tongue in and out of it.  Aveil's hands were no
less busy, though.  One continued to thrust in her ass, and I could see she
was trying to get her thumb in as well, but the ass was full enough to make
this hard.  Her other hand was pulling on one of Nabooru's tits like she
was trying to milk the bitch
   I could see that people in the audience were getting too horny to wait
for their turn.  Everywhere I looked, hands were finding their ways up
shirts and down pants...  And not always the pants being worn by the owner
of the hands in question.  I could see Joanne passionately kissing another
Gerudo while pumping two fingers in and out of her own cunt.
   "Fuck!" I grunted.  I hadn't planned on cumming this soon, but the
sights around me, mixed with the enthusiastic way Jolene kept bouncing her
ass up and down on my cock, was too much.  Reaching around her to grab both
her tits, I thrust up into her as hard as I could, and started shooting my
load deep into her ass.
   At the same time, Twinrova seemed to reach climax.  With a shriek of
pure ecstasy, her arm gave out beneath her, and she collapsed on the sand.
Nabooru didn't waste a second though, and lowered her head, keeping her
face buried deep inside the sorceress' ass.
   "It is time!" I called to the crowd, "First rights are completed.  This
bitch is yours!" With a roaring cheer, the crowd rushed forward to make use
of the tribe's newest sex toy.
   What followed was close to five hours of animalistic orgy.  Most Gerudo
rotated through, taking breaks and coming back fresh.  Only Nabooru had to
last through the entire ordeal.  She was used in ways I couldn't have even
imagined.  I saw her fucked by strap-ons in all of her holes, forced to
tongue countless pussies and asses.  I saw people forcing her to use her
hands on them, and people sinking entire fists into her well used cunt and
ass.  Doggystyle, missionary, upside-down, and on top - She was fucked in
every position by anywhere from one to six or seven people at a time.  I
even saw women getting off by grinding their pussies on her frequently
abused tits.
   She was not the only one getting fucked, of course.  When there was too
much of a group around her, the women would use each other while they
waited.  This was more consensual, but no less ferociously rough.  Twinrova
and I were both popular choices as well, for people either trying to
impress us or wanting to say they fucked the closest thing to a god they
had.  I had Joanne clean my cock with her mouth after it had come out of
her sisters ass, and had a steady stream of women willing to suck me off,
or let me use their tits.  They practically begged me to fuck their cunts
or take them anally.  Twinrova, meanwhile, had a line of women begging for
the right to taste her pussy.  She allowed some of them, while delegating
her ass or tits to others.
   The orgy went on until the sunset, and then continued by firelight. 
Eventually, though, it started slowing down.  The clan was simply not that
big, and people were tiring out.  Most of them fell asleep there, curled in
the arms of lovers and friends.  Nabooru was kept awake, though.  Any time
fatigue threatened to make her pass out, cold water was brought by the
bucket full and dumped over her.  It kept her awake, but it also turned the
sand below her into a harder mud.  Before the night was done, she was
covered in it, and I could only imagine it burned inside her as well.
   Finally, after all of the other women had begun to sleep, and Twinrova
returned to the temple, I was left alone with Nabooru.  I stood over her
for a while, watching the firelight dance off the crust of mud and pussy
juice that covered her.  Her eyes were open, but devoid of any coherent
thought.  Her chest heaved heavily with each breath.  Even with no one near
her, she still moved her lips and tongue, as if trying to please someone.
Her cunt and ass were both gaping open.  She was well and truly broken. 
This was the point of Hak Thatar; when one of the tribe does something so
despicably, such as betraying it, they are broken of their identity.  They
are reduced to this state, and kept as a mindless animal to be used for
pleasure at will.  I began stroking my own cock.  I don't know how many
times I had cum this day, but my magic allowed me to always go at least
once more.
   I leaned down over Nabooru, and placed one hand over her head. 
Normally, this would be where Hak Thatar ended...  But this was one of the
bitches that had tried to imprison me in the void.  Even this ending was
too good for her.  Placing one foot on her chest, and whispered a few words
of magic, and felt the power flow through my hand into her.
   She blinked, her eyes clearing.  "Wha..." She muttered, "Link...?" Her
mind was still cloudy, but it was clearing.  I could see the second that
everything clicked into place.  She glanced down at her naked form, then up
at me.  I still had her pinned with a foot resting between her tits, and I
was rubbing my cock.  "Ganondorf..." She whispered, "No...  God no..."
   "Tomorrow the tribe will find you," I told her, "and they will realize
that your mind is not broken.  They will be surprised, of course, no one
has ever outlasted a day of Hak Thatar before.  They will look to the old
laws for instruction, and do you know what they will find?"
   She whimpered, and wiggled weakly below me.  My foot was more display
than actually trying to hold her down.  After what she had been through,
she wouldn't have had the strength to move anyways.
   "They will find that Hak Thatar is not done until the traitor is broken.
It is not over for you, Nabooru.  They will use you again and again, try to
break you again and again...  They will think of new ways, and maybe they
will succeed.  But every night, my magic will wake you anew, and restore
your mind to you.  So you can go through it again the next day.  Welcome to
your new life, traitor."
   She was crying now, and her tears mixed with my cum as I pumped one last
load onto her face.  I found my clothes and whistled for my horse.  I road
out of the settlement, leaving Nabooru, filthy, cum covered, and crying, to
her fate.
   I could have stayed, of course.  The women would have wanted me to, but
I had to leave.
   After all, there were more sages to get to.
   -Chapter 3: Ruto: Sage of KinkBloody hell, it was cold.  Not as cold as
the last time I had been here, mind you, when my magic had turned all of
Zora's domain into ice, but still pretty uncomfortable.  Anyways, that time
I had been covered in appropriate clothes.  This time I was in little more
than an oversized green tunic.  Bloody, bloody hell!
   Of course, if my plan came to any sort of fruition, it would be well
worth the cold.  After I had left Nabooru in the desert, I had decided to
come after Ruto, the sage of water.  At first I had planned on raping her,
like I had Impa, but a quick jaunt through Link's memories told me that
might not be needed.  It looked like Ruto had a bit of a crush on the young
lad.  She wanted to be his wife someday.  I could use that.  Hell, even if
my plan didn't work, I could always just force her over and take what I
wanted anyways.
   "Come on, Link!" the Zora girl called as she swam with ease through the
water.  I was hopping from rock to rock, to avoid getting wet.  She seemed
to think it was funny.  We were in Zora's Fountain, picking our way over to
the caves on the far side of it from Zora' domain.  I followed Ruto as she
led me unwaveringly to a very small cave entrance.  An adult would have a
hard time getting into it; as it were, even we had to bend our heads to
squeeze in.
   After a few dozen feet or so, though, the cave opened up.  Inside, it
was actually quite a large cavern.  It was also decorated and furnished. 
It looked like someone could live here fairly comfortably.
   "You wanted to talk to me somewhere private," Ruto explained, "and this
is the most private area I know.  I'm the only one who comes here.  I
brought all of this stuff here one thing at a time, so I had somewhere to
go when I wanted to be alone...  Or when I didn't want to sleep in the
communal pools with everyone else.  Will it do?"
   I glanced around.  We were set deep enough in the cave, and far enough
away from Zora domain, that I could probably start yelling at the top of my
lungs, and no one else would hear me.  The fool girl had just brought me to
the perfect spot to abuse her, and she was still looking at me filled with
an eagerness to please.  "Yes, Ruto, it's perfect.  This is awesome." She
practically went weak at the knees from the compliment.
   I walked around the cave, looking at things.  I would sometimes pause to
pick something up - a large bowl from the kitchen, a pillow from the bed,
and so on, only to put it back down.  Basically, I did everything I could
to look everywhere but at the girl.
   "Ruto," I said, "we need to talk about something serious...  Something
that you mentioned to me once before all of this time was unwound." She
didn't say anything, but made a small, eager noise in her throat.  "What I
mean, Ruto, is...  Do you still want to be my wife some day?"
   "Yes, Link!" She practically squealed.  She ran forward and grabbed both
my hands with hers, "Yes Link, I want to be your wife!"
   I glanced down at her body.  I never really thought about it before, but
she wasn't wearing any clothes.  None of the Zoras did, really.  I noticed
now, though, that some of her scales were flushed along her chest.  I
wonder...
   "Well," I said, "there are a lot of things to establish before we can
get that far.  After all, I'm a Kokiri...  We have some very specific
traditions."
   "Anything, Link."
   I smiled.  This was going to be easier than I thought.  "See, to be the
wife of a Kokiri is to be utterly submissive.  You have to follow my orders
without question at all time.  You have to prove to me that you love me."
   "I do, Link!  I do love you.  How can I prove it?"
   "To start with," I said, placing one hand on her shoulder and pushing
down slightly, "you can kneel." Now she hesitated, a look of confusion
across her face.  But I smiled at her in a way I hoped was reassuring, and
she knelt.  "Tell me what you'll do, Ruto."
   Kneeling before me, she looked up to meet my eyes.  "I will be
submissive.  I'll follow your orders.  I will do anything and everything I
can to prove my love."
   "Good.  But you should call me `sir'"
   "Yes...  sir."
   I reached down and undid the belt that held my tunic in place, then
pulled the whole thing over my head.  Ruto gasped as I stood naked before
her.  I looked down at her chest.  It looked like some of the scales,
before flushed red, had actually moved slightly.  Tiny nipples were poking
out.  Interesting.  If they have scales covering breasts that move aside
when aroused, I wondered, there must be more to that smooth crotch of hers,
too.
   "Ruto, it's time to prove you love me.  Have you ever sucked a cock
before?" She just shook her head, eyes locked on the dick in front of her.
"Open your mouth.  This may be uncomfortable, but remember, you need to do
it if you're going to be my wife."
   She opened her mouth, and looked up at me.  It was almost cute how she
strained to keep her mouth nice and wide while gazing into my eyes with
adoration.  It was going to be fun wrecking her.
   I placed the tip of my cock in her mouth.  I felt her start sucking on
it like a straw almost immediately.  I laughed inside my head.  The poor
girl really was quite naïve.  I began to push my cock forward.  Her tight
little mouth barely fit around the girth of it, and I could feel her teeth
running along the top and bottom of my cock.  I started pumping back and
forth, using just the first couple inches of my dick.  Soon enough, she
abandoned trying to literally suck me, and just knelt there, mouth open,
and let me use her face.  Really, it could hardly be called a blowjob.  I
was simply fucking her face with no input from her.
   "You're doing good," I said, "but it's going to get harder now."
   I pushed deeper.  I felt her throat try to resist me, but I didn't let
up, forcing myself into it.  When I was about halfway down, she tried to
pull her head back, but I grabbed it with both hands and held it in place.
She brought both hands up to try to push me away, but I was too strong.  I
could feel her gag and wretch as I slowly, without pause or mercy, pushed
my cock all the way down her throat.  Her nostrils were flaring wildly as
she tried to breath, but couldn't.  I held it there, her nose against my
belly, her eyes streaming tears, for a long moment.  I saw her eyes start
to roll back from lack of oxygen before I finally pulled out in one quick
motion.  A stream of spit and bile followed my cock as I stepped back, and
she collapsed to the floor.
   She laid there for a moment, gasping and coughing, before looking up at
me.  "I didn't like that, sir." Damn, this girl was a natural.  Facefucked,
gagged, and nearly suffocated, and she still remembered to call me sir.
   "You'll have to learn to enjoy it, Ruto, because to be my wife you'll
need to do that a lot."
   She pushed herself to her knees, and slowly nodded.  "Ok...  Well, can
we practice?"
   I stepped forward again, and she opened her mouth.  This time I didn't
take it slow or easy, I just jammed my cock as deep into her throat as I
could, and held it there.  Again, her throat spasmed and wretched, but with
my cock sealing it shut, she couldn't actually throw up.  When I finally
pulled out, she coughed and spat, but kept on her knees this time.  After a
moment, she looked up at me and, without a word, opened her mouth again.
   We went on like that for a long time.  I would cram my cock all the way
down her throat, and hold it there until she was on the verge of passing
out from lack of air.  She would gag around my girth and more than once I
could feel her throw up on my cock, only to be forced to swallow it back
down when it couldn't escape her throat.  This treatment was too slow to
make me cum, but it kept me rock hard.  At my instruction, she started
participating more, actively moving her head to swallow my cock instead of
sitting there and having me do all the work.  She started moving her tongue
to, wiggling it on the underside of my cock and, once, sticking it out to
the tip rubbed against my balls when she was deepthroating me.  She still
wasn't very skilled, and still clearly didn't like the feeling, but she was
becoming better and better at taking it.
   After an hour or so of this abuse, she managed to take my cock down her
throat once without gagging at all.  When I pulled out, she stared up at
me, practically beaming with pride.  Her face was a mess, covered in tears
and drool and bile, and her tits were now fully exposed, tiny things that I
could easily cup in one of my child-sized hand, with swollen nipples that
seemed proportionately too large.  She smiled at me through the filth on
her face, "Did I do good, sir?"
   "You did better," I answered.  "but you left yourself a mess." I used a
couple fingers to scrape some of the mix of filth off her chin and chest,
then shoved the fingers in her mouth.  She sucked on them like they were a
cock, swirling her tongue around them to clean them, and the swallowed.  I
grinned.  I hadn't even needed to tell her to swallow it.  She kept
impressing me with her eagerness to serve...  And the kinky mind she seemed
to naturally have.  "Good girl.  Now let's try something else.  Lay down on
your back, and spread your legs."
   With her legs spread like this, I could get a better view of the smooth
area of the crotch, and I realized it had changed.  Impossibly tiny scales
had been linked together, giving it its smooth appearance.  Now, though,
they had started coming apart, spreading open like strange curtains. 
Beneath them was a surprisingly human looking pussy, and even a small clit
peeking out from beneath its hood.  Interesting.  It must only open when
aroused.
   "What are you doing, sir?" She asked as I started moving my hands
towards her.
   "Anything I want." I answered.  I found her clit, and started rubbing
it. She gasped at the feeling of sudden pleasure.  I began to rub faster,
applying pressure to her clit, and the scales moved even further apart, her
pussy glistening and open.  Either she was very wet, or Zoras as a whole
were constantly lubricated.
   I played with her clit for a few minutes, and she squirmed and moaned
beneath me.  All of a sudden, her back arched up, and she cried out, then
all of her muscles relaxed and she collapsed to the ground.  "What..." Her
voice came breathless, "what was that?"
   "I made you cum.  It's a sign that you're my slut, now.  You do well,
and you get pleasure."
   "Yes sir, I'll do well."
   "There's another type of pleasure I can give you, slut..." She looked at
me expectantly before, without warning, I smacked my hand down on her cunt,
slapping it loudly.
   "AH!" She cried, and I did it again, harder.  I spanked her cunt like
that a few more times, before sliding my middle finger into her in one
quick go.  It slid into her without any resistance, her pussy wet and
inviting.  She didn't have a hymen - whether because she had lost hers
already, or simply because Zoras didn't have one, I'm not sure.  I began
finger banging her hard, using only one finger but keeping my hand open so
it slapped her pussy lips every time I brought it down.  The crack of skin
hitting skin echoed throughout the cave.  Ruto bit her lip and squeezed her
eyes shut for the first few slaps, but soon it became too much.  "It
hurts!" she cried, "Stop, it hurts!"
   I kept going, even harder.  Her pussy lips became red and swollen, her
cries of pain faded into whimpers.  As I continued to pound her, her
already tight cunt began to squeeze around my finger.  Before long, her
mouth flew open in a wordless moan, as she came for me again.
   The blowjob practice must have paid off, because when I pulled my finger
out of her and stuffed it in her mouth, she didn't gag at all.  Instead,
she immediately sucked it clean for me.
   "Did that hurt?" I asked.
   "Yes, sir."
   "Good.  You need to learn about pain.  You're my bitch, and if I decide
to hurt you, you have to take it and love it, understand?"
   "Yes, sir." There was only a hint of hesitation in her voice, "I'm your
bitch."
   I smiled, but in a way, I was disappointed.  Here I had this girl naked
beneath me, willingly letting me dominate and hurt her, but it wasn't good
enough.  The point of this wasn't to get myself a new sex slave.  I could
do that anywhere, and get people more attractive than this fish bitch.  The
point was to punish the ones who got in my way.  I didn't want to dominate
Ruto, I wanted to break her.  Well, if she was getting off on what I was
doing so far, I'd just have to take it a bit further.
   "You're almost perfect for wife, now." I told her, "There are just a
couple more things...  Get back on your knees."
   She scampered to her knees, and looked up at me as I slowly stroked my
cock and pointed it at her face.  "Want me to suck it again, sir?" she
asked.
   "Not quite.  Open your mouth." She did, and I pointed my cock straight
at it.  While it had gotten hard while I helped myself to her throat, I had
started to soften again while I finger banged her cunt.  I guess pleasing
others just never did it for me.  I didn't mind, though, it made what I
wanted to do that much easier.
   I sighed, and let loose a stream of piss aimed right for her mouth.  My
aim was good, and I it hit her tongue.  She closed her mouth immediately,
and scampered out of the way, my piss hinting her nose and cheek in the
process.  I squeezed off the flow with my hand as she sputtered and spat.
   With the hand not on my dick I reached down and slapped her.  "What's
the matter, bitch, I thought you wanted to be my wife.  A good wife knows
her place."
   "But that's-" she started but I cut her off.
   "That's your place!  You're my toilet whore!" I slapped her again.  "Now
open that whore mouth!" This time she did, and when I started pissing, she
stayed in place.  Before long, her tiny mouth was full of my urine.  I
squeezed off the flow again.  "Swallow." I commanded.  She looked up at me,
eyes full of pleading.  "Swallow." I repeated, and she did, then coughed
and gagged.  "Open." I ordered.
   "No, please, that's gross." She begged me, but stayed on her knees.  I
slapped her a third time and, tears in her eyes, she obediently opened her
mouth.  I filled it again, and at my command, she swallowed.  I stopped
aiming so carefully as I filled her mouth a third time.  Some of it landed
on her tongue, but with a brief shake of my cock, I made sure to get her
elsewhere, too.  Some of it splashed on her forehead and she had to squeeze
her eyes shut to keep it out of them.  I did get some up her nose, though.
As the stream started to die down, I aimed down, and my piss splashed
across her little tits.
   Shaking the last few drops of piss off of my tip, I looked her over. 
She was blinking her eyes, trying to clear the piss out of them.  He face
was wet and glistening, and her nipples were rock hard.  Her mouth was
still open, and a small pool of my piss filled it.  "No swallowing," I
ordered, "until I tell you to."
   I walked, slowly, back to the kitchen area of the cave, to pick up the
bowl I had seen earlier.  It was a large thing, a foot and a half wide and
quite deep.  I brought it back over to her, and placed it on the ground. 
Her mouth still full of my piss, she looked up at me, confused.
   "You can swallow," I said, "when you've filled that bowl." She looked at
me, confused, and I could practically read the question in her eyes.  Fill
it with what?  I placed a hand on her shoulder, and pulled her to her feet,
only to steer her to the bowl and force her into a squat above it.  "You
are my toilet whore, so you get to swallow when you piss in that bowl."
   She clearly struggled with the command.  Her nostrils were flaring as
she struggled to breathe with her mouth filled with piss.  She managed,
though, and soon piss started flowing from her cunt to the bowl.  It was a
tiny stream at first, and soon trickled to a stop.  Once it had, she gulped
down the piss that was in her mouth, and gasped a breath.
   I tsked.  "Bad little slut.  I said you could swallow when you filled
the bowl, and it's nowhere close."
   "I'm sorry sir, I tried."
   "Not hard enough." I said.  My knuckled cracked as I tightened my fist,
and she glanced down and gasped when she saw the energy my magic had
summoned around it.  She gasped louder still when I drove it into her
stomach, directly over the bladder.  She dropped to her knees in pain and,
as my magic worked in her, pee started to flow down her legs.  I pushed the
bowl over to her, and growled, "Fill it!"
   She crawled into position, and let go.  Her piss erupted from her,
bladder enchanted by my magic to produce far more than it normally would.
In a matter of moments, the entire bowl was full and, with a muttered
magical word, I cut the stream off.
   She collapsed to the ground, knees weak from what had just happened.  As
she lay there, panting breath, I paced around her.  She was in pain, and
humiliated, and willingly serving all my desires.  Still, though, it wasn't
quite enough for me.
   "You know, I've been wondering something." I nudged her with one of my
feet, and she rolled to her stomach.  "You Zoras are amphibious, right? 
You can breathe in both water and air." She made a little sound, not
something you could understand as an answer, and weakly rose so she was on
her hands and knees, head above the bowl.  "Does that means that you could
breathe in this, too?"
   I grabbed her head and forced it down, face first into the piss.  She
instantly started struggling, trying to push her way free, but I was too
strong.  Piss splashed over the edge of the bowl, and bubble rose up in it
when she, I assume, started yelling at me to stop, but I held her down. 
After a few moments her struggles grew weaker, and through them, I could
see her chest heaving.  She was breathing.
   I kept her there for a minute.  Then another.  And another.  By the time
I pulled her out, she had stopped struggling.  When she broke the surface,
her shoulders were heaving with sobs.  "I don't like this, Link.  I don't
like this!"
   "But you said you wanted to be my wife, Ruto.  That means you want to be
my whore, my bitch, my toilet slut.  Don't you want to be my wife?"
   "Please..."
   "Tell me you want to be my wife."
   "I...  I want to be your wife." Weak and pathetic as they were, the
words rang true.  Even after all this, the pathetic little bitch wanted to
be with Link.
   "And what else?" I prompted.
   "I want to be your...  You bitch.  And your whore."
   "And...?"
   "And I want to be your toilet slut, sir."
   "Good girl.  Here's your reward!" I pushed her head back into the bowl,
and moved around so I was behind her.  With my free hand, I guided my cock
to her pussy, and pushed it inside.  More bubbles came up from the bowl of
piss, either a moan or a scream, I don't know.  I didn't really care.
   One hand keeping her in place, forcing her to breathe in, to soak in,
her own piss, I began to fuck her.  Long, steady pumps pushed my cock into
her.  She was tight; as far as I know, she had never had anything larger
than my middle finger in her before, but she was soaking wet and I was
strong.  Before long, I was getting a good eight inches of my dick into
her. At the length, I felt my tip hit something.  When it did, a fresh
burst of bubble told me she had yelp in pain.  I didn't know much about
Zora physiology, but on a human, I would have guessed it was the cervix.  I
knew from experience that I couldn't get my dick past the cervix on most
women; it was simply too tight.  On the other hand, I thought, Zoras lay
eggs...  Who knows what would be different?  I kept pushing.
   Whatever my cock was hitting slowly relented under my steady assault,
and I gained another inch of depth.  Ruto had started thrashing beneath me,
and I could hear her screaming through her piss.  Apparently, this was
quite painful for her.  I pulled out, and slammed in again, getting even
deeper this time.
   Her cunt was incredibly tight, and every time I pulled a ways out, it
squeezed like it was trying to shut itself against me.  I was too strong
for it, though, and kept fucking her like that, as deep and as hard as I
could, for some time.  I smacked her ass once, and then without warning,
slid my thumb into her asshole.  That made her jump, but I held her in
place, and started pulling my thumb in and out in time with my thrusts in
her cunt.  I thought about switching and seeing how deep she could take my
cock anally, but her asshole was tight enough that my thumb was having
trouble moving in it, and I was enjoying her pussy too much.
   I hadn't actually gotten to cum yet today, and I could feel it building
up in me.  At the same time Ruto, who had fallen silent after the initial
assault into whatever deeper cavity I had found, was making noise from
within her puddle again.  It started low, barely audible through the
liquid. It got louder and louder, though, and soon I could recognize it
even from underwater.  She was moaning like a bitch it heat.  Painful or
not, the slut was getting off.
   With the entire length of my thumb buried in her ass, I forced as much
of my cock into her as I could get.  It didn't quite all fit, but it was
enough, and with a roar I began to cum deep in her pussy.  It spasmed and
clenched around my cock as I shot stream after stream of my seed in her. 
When I pulled out, some trickled out and began to pool beneath her legs. 
Once both my cock and thumb were out of her, and I had wiped them off on
her ass, I let her up from the bowl.  She merely rolled over and fell to
her back, staring at the ceiling of the cave and breathing deeply.
   After a long time, she spoke, eyes still unfocused, aimed at the
ceiling. "Did...  Did I do well, sir?"
   "One of two things happened, slut.  Either you did well in trying to
prove yourself to your would-be husband.  Link was here, and you both
performed some sort of ceremony to prove your worth, where you allowed him
to dominate you sexually." I picked up the bowl of piss.  Much of it had
splashed out during Ruto's struggles, but it was still half-full, and
probably stone cold from it's time in the cave.  "That's one possibility.
The other is that you were nothing but a dumb whore, easily tricked.  The
boy you thought you love was your enemy, the Dark Lord Ganondorf in
disguise, and you willingly let him dominate and disgrace you.  You
swallowed his cock and his piss and begged him for more." I dumped the bowl
out over her, the last of her piss splashing down on her face and chest.
   She looked up at me, shocked, and I stared down at her without bothering
to disguise the malice in my eyes.  Her eyes widened with realization, then
shoulders sagged and she began to cry, "No," she said, "no that's
impossible.  I would never have let him do that to me, you can't be
Ganondorf, you have to be Link!  Please tell me your Link!"
   She was young, and she was traumatized, and I wondered how far I could
twist her mind out of shape.  "Hush, Ruto," I let my voice soften again,
"of course I'm Link.  You would never have let Ganondorf fuck you like the
slut you are, would you?"
   "No...  No, I would never...  Please Link, tell me I did good."
   "It was a good start.  But not enough to marry me...  You did all of
this for nothing."
   "No!  I have to marry you!" I could see the desperation in her mind.  I
had pushed every boundary she had.  If it wasn't for a good reason, if it
wasn't a proper step towards marriage, then she couldn't live with the
choices.  "Please, I'll do anything!"
   "You want to marry me?  Fine.  You need to practice.  You're going to go
back to your people, and you're going to practice being a toilet slut for
every one of them.  You're going to beg to drink their piss and let it wash
over you.  Every single Zora, from the lowliest one to your own father,
needs to fill your mouth with their piss.  When you've done that, when
you've made yourself a perfect toilet slut, then I'll marry you."
   Something in her snapped.  She clambered to her feet.  "Yes, Link.  I'll
make you proud!  I'll be a good piss slut!" She hurried away, eager to get
started.
   I chuckled to myself.  Princess Ruto, Piss Slut.  It has a good ring to
it.  I hadn't even needed to use magic on that one to break her mind.  Or
maybe I was just getting so powerful that I could bend people to my will
easier than I had thought.
   Either way, I thought, it's just a few more steps before my revenge is
complete.  I didn't stop to see how well Ruto was getting on in her new
task on my way out of Zora's domain.  I had work to do.
   -Chapter 4: Malon: A Brief Lesson in Horse HandlingI pushed my stallion,
Gallows, hard as I came down the mountain side.  Kakariko village was still
locked off to the public, so I had to make my horse jump the gates to get
through it.  Gallows managed without much difficulty, and I was through the
village and off of the mountain in no time.
   My work up Death Mountain was finished.  I had thought long and hard
about how to avenge myself against Daunia, the Goron sage of fire.  Problem
with the Gorons is that they're all male; or, if there are female ones, I
can't tell them apart.  So the method of vengeance I've preferred since
finding myself in Link's body didn't seem very appetizing.  A brief look
through Link's memories, though, told me that the Gorons had been on the
edge of starvation after I had filled Dodongo's cavern with monsters, and
if Link hadn't killed the King Dodongo, the Gorons would have died off. 
This time around, I went up the mountain and called up even more monsters -
it was good to know that I still had the power to do that, in this body. 
After the first few Gorons who tried to brave the cavern were struck down
by the Dodongo's fire, the cavern was sealed again.  Just a matter of time,
then, until they starved to death.  The sage would have to watch his people
die, helpless to do anything for them.  That seemed like a beautifully
appropriate revenge for me.
   Of course, it did leave something lacking, I felt.  I hadn't gotten a
chance to cum since I had broken little Ruto, two days ago.  She had been
so eager to keep practicing being a good little slut that, by now, she was
probably swimming in piss.  The mental picture stirred in me, and I felt my
cock harden at it.  I needed a fuck.  I thought about stopping in at
Kakariko, rather than riding straight through, and seeing what the town had
left of Impa, but I chose against it.  Even if what was obviously going to
be sloppy seconds (or thirds, or fourths, or fiftieths) was appealing to
me, news of my participation might spread.  I wanted my actions to stay as
secret as it could until I got my last two targets.  Sill, that left me
with a stiff cock and no quick relief.  At least, that's what I thought
until I noticed the large ranch in the distance.
   The sight of it made me angry.  In the future that would never happen
now, when my faithful stallion Gallows had died, I gave a piss-ant of a
man, Ingo, control of this ranch in exchange for what he promised would be
a perfect horse.  It had been a good horse, too...  Except instead of
coming to me, Link had gotten it.  I scrolled through Link's memories. 
There had been something about a girl...  There.  Malon, the daughter of
the ranch's first owner, had taught Link a song that made the horse loyal
to him, much as my song could summon Gallows.  She had been a bit younger
than Link - maybe 10 or so now.  Cute little thing too, with red hair and
pale skin.  I smiled.  Sure, she wasn't a sage or anything, but she had
helped Link in his quest to defeat me.  She might not have any memories of
it, but that doesn't mean she didn't deserve to feel my wraith as much as
any other.  I could have fun with her.
   ***
   So it was that, half an hour or so later, I walked Gallows into the
middle of Lon Lon Ranch.  The girl was standing in the center of a large,
penned in area, with a bunch of young horses trotting around her.  She
smiled as she saw me,
   "Fairy boy!" she cried, "Thanks again for waking up my dad at the
castle! And who is this?" That was directed towards my horse, which stood
head and shoulders taller than her.  The large, black horse shied away from
her a bit, but I clucked at him, and he allowed her to pet him gentle on
the nose.
   "This is my horse," I answered, "Gal- Uhh...  Galloway." I swear,
Gallows rolled his eyes at that.  Chances were the girl didn't know what
"gallows" meant, but there was no need to risk spooking her if she did.
   "He's beautiful," she said, "I can't believe you can control such a big
animal.  I wish I was as good at horses as you."
   I made a decision then.  I had a couple of choices.  I could force her,
right then and there.  Push her down and take what I want from her.  But,
while the idea of raping her had a certain appeal, the fact that she
wouldn't understand why damped it somewhat.  With no memories of my reign,
she would have no idea who Ganondorf was, or why it would be such a
betrayal for Link, a boy she hardly new at this point, to force himself on
her.  So while raping her would be fun, it wouldn't be as good as it was
with the other girls.  Besides, when I was done with my revenge, and I took
my place as the ruler of Hyrule anew, I could use a good horse breeder, and
Malon was infinitely more appealing than Ingo.  So no, I wouldn't rape
her...  But I could train her.
   "Handling any size horse is easy," I said, "once you know the secret.  I
could teach you it, if you wanted."
   "Oh, that would be amazing!"
   "Actually, I don't know, you're awfully young..."
   "No, teach me your secret!  Please!"
   "Alright.  But once I get started, you have to do everything I say,
alright?  I'm not going to let you stop."
   "Alright, I promise."
   "Good.  Well, for starters, look at Galloway here...  He's been riding
long and hard, and he's all sweaty.  I brought him here because I was
hoping he could get a rest, and I could clean him off.  But if you're
learning, you should do it."
   "Ok, wait here!" She scampered off, and came running back a moment later
struggling under the weight of a large bucket of water.  I could see the
end of a horse brush sticking out of it.
   I had her brush down Gallows.  Perfectly innocently, at first.  Don't
get me wrong, I knew exactly what I was going to make her do...  But I did
like my horse, and he deserved a good, refreshing, wet brushing.  It was
nothing compared to the treat I was going to give him in a few moments,
though.
   I had her pay extra attention to his underside and his flanks.  Before
long, her gentle attention to the sensitive regions on his underside had
his cock starting to grow.  She saw it, and blushed.
   "See, you're doing good, he likes you." I said, "But you do have to
clean him all over, and that includes down there, too.  But not with the
brush, that might hurt him.  Just get your hands nice and wet, and clean it
by hand."
   She hesitated only for a moment before dipping her hands in the bucket
of water and gently reaching under Gallows to grip his cock.  Her hands
were small enough that the two of them, wrapped around it on either side,
couldn't reach each other.  Gallows stood nice and still, enjoying the
attention.  Malon wasn't the first girl I had put to work on my horse for
my entertainment.
   She moved her hands up and down the length of Gallows' cock, which was
now growing to its full length.  Gallows was not a small horse to begin
with, and he was a particularly well endowed male, so when his cock grew
hard it was longer than Malon's arm.  She did her best to move her hands
along the entire length, though, from the flared tip to just below his
grapefruit-sized balls.  I gestured to them, "You need to get those, clean
too."
   She brought one hand up, to rub one of Gallows' balls, but I shook my
head.  "No, if you really want a horse to like you, you need to clean them
special.  I good spit shine should do the trick.  Clean his balls with your
tongue."
   At that, she balked, and removed her hands from work.  "I can't do
that," she argued, "it's gross!"
   "Malon, Malon, Malon..." I placed one hand in her hair, gently wrapping
my fingers in it, "I told you that you weren't allowed to stop.  You want
horses to like you, you need to work for it." With one hand on her head, I
guided her behind and under Gallows, so her face was looking up at the
horse's balls.  "Get to work." I commanded, and firmly pressed her face
towards the horse.
   She still seemed reluctant, but I kept my pressure on her, holding her
there.  I imagine that the smell wasn't very good, with her nose pressed
firmly between the horse's testicles, and she kept her face scrunched up
against it.  But when it became clear I wasn't going to let her go, she
tentatively stuck out her tongue.  "Good," I said, while I used my free
hand to guide hers back to Gallows' rock hard cock.  She took the hint, and
went back to rubbing it.
   I let her go, and she kept working, licking Gallows' balls like a dog
lapping at water while rubbing his cock with both hands.  With her short
arms, she couldn't reach far down his cock in this position, no where near
the sensitive tip, but she made up for her short span with speed, pumping
it as quickly as she could.  Similarly, she couldn't fit her mouth very far
around either of the balls, so instead she used her tongue, bathing them as
much as she could in her spit.  It was a lot of work for her, and before
long she was sweating from the effort.  The sight of her there, servicing a
stallion like a good little whore, red hair plastered to her head, her
white dress clinging to her sling frame, made my cock hard, and I found
myself rubbing it through my clothes as I watched her.
   Gallows, meanwhile, was enjoying her service as much as I was.  I tried
to think back to before I was sent back in time, when the other Ganondorf
would have last studded him out.  I never got him neutered because I liked
him to be aggressive, so I would give him mares to have his way with or,
when I couldn't get my hand on an appropriate horse, have some of the
Gerudo women take care of him.  It had been awhile for him, though, and I
could see the tip of his cock start to swell and flare.
   "Malon, come down in front of him, clean the tip with your tongue." She
hurried to follow my instructions.  She ran her tongue around the outside
edge of the tip, and I could see her grimace at the taste.  "No," I
ordered, "deeper." With only a slightly reluctant glance at me, she pushed
her tongue inside the slit of the horse's cock, and started licking there,
too, all the time still jacking him off with two hands.  From this side,
Malon was rubbing the more sensitive, exposed flesh of the cock, and I
Gallows whinnied in pleasure.  Then, without more warning then that, the
stallion began to cum.
   With Malon's tongue still dutifully cleaning the piss slit of his cock,
Gallows' first burst caught her right in the mouth, filling it to
overflowing in an instant.  Whether from the power of the spray or shock,
Malon fell over, landing on her backside, looking up at the cock, so that
the next burst caught her in the face, covering her in cum.  She tried to
scamper out of the way, but didn't get far by the next shot, which landed
on her chest, plastering her dress to her skin.  She rolled over, trying to
push herself to her feet, only to slip on a puddle of horse cum and fall
face first into it, Gallows', now weakening, spray covering her backside.
By the time she managed to get up, Gallows had finished cumming, and she
was covered.
   "That is so gross!" She cried.  Tears were running down her cheeks as I
laughed at the sight.  "It's not funny!"
   "It means you did a good job, Malon.  You're Gallows' slut now.  That's
a good thing."
   She wiped some of the cum from her face, trying to clear her eyes,
"Really?"
   "Yes.  He gave you a gift, you see.  You shouldn't waste it." Before she
could wipe the cum on her hands off on what little bit of unsoiled clothing
she had, I caught her wrist, and pushed her hand to her mouth.  "Clean it
off, and swallow as much as you can.  Horses always love girls who they
know swallow horse cum.  After all, you need to be a good horse slut to
train them well."
   "Ok..." She licked a bit from her fingers, and made a face.  "It doesn't
taste very good.  But I'll be a good horse slut." She spent the next few
minutes scooping as much cum off of herself as she could manage and then
sucking it off of her fingers.  All the time, I could hear her muttering to
herself, "I'm a good horse slut, I'm a good horse slut," like a mantra.
   When her skin was more or less clear again, she looked down at her
clothes.  They were still sticky, but there was too much cum soaked into
them to scrape off.  "Hold still," I told her, drawing my sword.  That
seemed to scare her; she closed her eyes and stood perfectly rigid.  A few
quick cuts, and the clothes fell to tatters around her.  I looked her over.
She had not yet developed any breasts to speak of, but her nipples were
large and round on her almost perfectly flat chest.  Her pussy was smooth
and hairless, but the lips looked large and puffy.  Her skin was pale, and
she had freckles running down her chest.  She was cute and, given a few
years to grow up, I bet she would turn out to be quite hot.  Yes, I
thought, I made the right choice.  Having her trained to be a horse slut
and willingly serving me will be better then the fun of raping her once.
   "So did I do good?" She asked, once she had opened her eyes.  Her nudity
didn't seem to bother her much, which surprised me.  Maybe it didn't seem
like a big deal after I had seen her suck a horse cock, "Think there horses
will like me more now?"
   "The boy horses, maybe.  You haven't done much for the girl horses,
though." I whistled a tune that I dredged up from Link's memories, and a
tawny brown filly trotted over from where the rests of the horses were
grazing.  It was a young horse, not yet big enough to carry a full grown
man, but it had an intelligent gleam in its eyes.  I patted it on the nose.
   "Wow," Malon said, "Epona doesn't normally like anybody.  How did you
know how to call her over?"
   "I told you, I know horses.  And I know that Epona here is a good horse
to start with if you're going to get girl horses to listen to you better.
You're going to treat her nice, just like you treated Galloway."
   "But...  Epona doesn't have a thingy like boy horses do..."
   "Boy horses' thingies are called cocks, Malon.  If you're going to be a
good horse slut, you need to call them cocks.  And girl horses," patting
Epona, I walked down her length, and gently moved her tale, "have pussies.
If you want to be a master of horses, you need to suck horse cocks and lick
horse pussies."
   This time Malon didn't hesitate much at all.  She came around behind
Epona and, as I held the tale out of the way, placed a hand on either side
of the filly's ass.  Then she leaned in, and ran her tongue up the slit of
the horse's pussy.
   Epona whinnied in surprise, but didn't move.  Malon licked the outside
of her pussy for a while, lapping at it.  Finally, I put a hand on the back
of her head, and pushed.  "Get your tongue inside." I ordered.  In this
position, her nose was pressed just below Epona's asshole, her face mashed
into the horse's backside.  I could see her jaw moving frantically.  It was
probably hard to breath like this, but I didn't let her up.  Before long,
she closed her eyes and, judging by the movement I could see from the
outside of her mouth, began moving her tongue as quickly as she could.  I
held her there, licking Epona's cunt as deeply as her tiny tongue could
reach, until her face started turning red, then pale, from lack of air. 
When I finally let her up, her face glistened with wetness, and she gasped
in a breath.
   "Not bad," I said, "but I don't think Epona is quite happy with you,
yet." Malon's face looked crestfallen.  "Someday, she's going to need to
take something as big as Galloway's cock in her.  You should get her
prepared for that.  You're going to fuck her, then she'll be happy."
   Malon looked confused until I took her hand and guided it to Epona's,
now wet with Malon's spit, cunt.  Understanding, Malon began to slide her
fingers into it.  Her hands were small, and Epona was built to take horse
cock - Malon was up to her wrist in one smooth motion.  At my instruction,
she began pumping back and forth, soon getting as deep as her elbow.
   "Epona likes that," I said, "but if you want her to really like her, you
have to do her one more favour..." I lifted the horse's tale, so her
asshole was exposed inches from Malon's face.  "Lick." I commanded.
   Finally I seemed to have found something that Malon thought was too
much. She started to object, tried to pull away from the horse, but Epona's
cunt held Malon's arm tightly.  I grabbed the ranch girl's head, and pushed
it forward, forcing her mouth onto Epona's ass.  "I told you that you
couldn't stop.  Lick the horse's asshole, or else you'll never be a good
horse trainer."
   Whether it was the threat of failure, or simply the fact that I wasn't
letting her up before she did, Malon stuck out her tongue, and ran it
around the outside of Epona's puckered ass.  I growled and shook her head
slightly, and she pushed her tongue into the hole.  Clearly this was a step
too far for the poor girl, and she squeezed her eyes shut around the tears
that ran down her face.  At the same time, though, she was still moving her
arm, fisting the horse with all the power her tiny frame could muster. 
After holding her in place for several minutes, I took my hand away from
her head and she didn't stop rimming the horse; rather, she just sarted
bobbing her head back and forth, treating her tongue like a tiny cock in
the Epona's ass.
   Epona seemed to like this double penetration treatment, and before long
I could see her pussy clenching around Malon's tiny arm.  Then, with a loud
whiney and visible shudder, Epona leaped forward, pulling herself off of
Malon's arm with a loud slurp.  Malon, mid-thrust, was caught off guard and
fell forward, landing roughly, ass up, on the ground.
   "Did I do good?" She panted, "Am I a good horse slut?"
   "You're doing good." I answered, "There is only one more thing you have
to learn."
   She tried to push herself to her feet, but her arm, tired from the
fisting, gave out and she fell back down.  The sight of her, naked ass
sticking up, made my still hard cock twitch again.  I began stripping off
my clothes as I talked.  "When you grow older," I said, "you're going to
need to let the boy horses mate with you.  You're going to act like a good
slut, and take their cock in your cunt.  If you want to be really, really
good, you'll learn to take it in your ass, too.  But they're too big for
you right now..." She had gotten as far as her hands and knees again, and I
knelt behind her, "so we're just going to practice." I started pushing
myself into her.
   "What are you..  What is..." Her voice trailed off into a small whimper
as I pushed myself deeper.  Her cunt was tight, but surprisingly wet, and I
wasn't having too much trouble.  I knew there would be no way I'd get the
entire length in, but it was squeezing so much around the first couple
inches that I didn't think that would be a problem.
   "You're a good slut," I said, "who takes cocks well." I wasn't too
surprised to find that she didn't have a hymen.  She was probably a virgin,
but she'd spent a lifetime riding horses, and that often did it.  What did
surprise me was how deep I managed to get before the resistance got too
much.  When I stopped my initial, slow thrust, I had more than five inches
in her.
   "It...  it hurts.  But it's ok.  I want to be a good slut.  Train me,
please..."
   I had seen a lot of sexy sights in my life.  I had used girls of all
ages, shapes, even different races.  I had forced girls, and had girls
willingly serve me.  But this tiny girl, hair still soaked with sweat and
horse cum, barely old enough to be developing sexuality herself, bent in
front of me with my cock in her, begging me for more?  That may have been
one of the hottest things I'd come across yet.
   I began pulling my cock out, and she whimpered again, this time more in
protest than pain, until I reversed direction and pushed it back in again.
I started fucking her in earnest, pumping in and out.  I was only using
about half the length of my cock, but I made up for the shortened length
with speed, going faster and faster.  He whimpers grew louder as her cunt
struggled to accommodate my girth, but beneath the sound of pain I could
hear currents of pleasure.
   Meanwhile, Gallows seemed to have recuperated from his earlier orgasm,
and trotted over.  Wrapping one arm around Malon's waist, I spun over,
pulling her on top of me as I lay on my back.  She gasped in surprise as
the change of position let her sink down another inch on my cock.  Hands on
her hips, I began lifting Malon's light frame, bouncing her up and down on
my cock.  Gallows, tall enough to stand over us both, did; Malon's head
bouncing just bellow the horse's belly, and the horse's cock, extended from
its sheath, pointing at Malon.  With a mutter of "I'm a good horse slut,"
Malon reached up and grasped Gallows' cock in both hands, bringing the tip
down to her mouth.  Struggling to keep the cock level with her
still-bouncing head, she opened her mouth as wide as she could, and put it
over the tip.  She couldn't quite get it all in her mouth, but she did
manage to seal her lips around the slit at the tip of it, and start working
her tongue in and out of it again.  I could see her swallowing, and I
guessed she was scooping the traces of Gallows' last orgasm out of his cock
while working her way towards giving him another.
   Not one to be out-performed by an animal, I mustered my willpower to
keep myself from cumming as Malon's cunt continued to squeeze around my
cock.  It was looser now than when I had started, but still one of the
tightest I had ever fucked, certainly tighter than any of the other girls I
had taken in Link's body.  I could feel my balls tightening, threatening to
burst into her, but I gritted down on them.  I was going to hold off.  Even
as I thought it, I felt a particularly tight squeeze ripple through her,
and she practically screamed into the horse cock she had pressed as much as
she could into her mouth.  Malon had cum.
   I'm not sure how long we stayed like that, Malon reverse cowgirl on me,
her cute little ass bouncing up and down, cunt squeezing my cock, while she
jacked off Gallows directly into her mouth, tongue running around the tip
of his cock and dipping into its slit.  Eventually though, after I had felt
Malon cum another four or five times around my cock, and I was getting
close to cumming whether I wanted to or not, Gallows neighed and stomped
his hoof.  He unleashed another torrent of cum, smaller and thinner than
his first, but still substantial all the same, and with a growl I joined
him.
   Malon tried her best to swallow the cum straight from the source this
time, throat working ferociously as her mouth was filled, then emptied into
her stomach, again and again.  The sheer amount made it an impossibility,
though, and soon cum was leaking from it, dripping down her chin onto her
chest.  I let go of her hips, and she sank another inch down on my cock, as
I started to cum inside her.  My cockhead must have been pressed right to
her cervix, and I blasted my cum straight into her womb.  I doubted she was
old enough to get pregnant, but the thought of this girl, fat with my
child, sucking horse cock and licking horse pussy made my cock give an
extra hard twitch and burst.  I could feel the cum leaking out around my
dick.
   When Gallows' cum stopped pouring from his cock, and my own cock began
growing softer in her cunt, I lifted Malon off of me, and deposited her in
the grass.  I waved my cock, went from her pussy and the cum that had
leaked onto it, in front of her face and she began scooping up the cum in
her fingers and sucking it off just like she had with the horse.  Once I
was clean and satisfied, I began pulling my clothing back on, as she
started swallowing the horse cum that she was cleaning off of her tiny
tits.
   I mounted Gallows, and Malon looked up at me, still trying to scrape the
cum from her skin and bring it to her mouth.  "Did I do good?" She asked,
"Am I a good enough horse slut?"
   I looked down at her.  Her red hair was plastered down on her.  Horse
cum still dripped off of her chin and nipples, and as I watched she stuck
two fingers in her mouth and sucked them.  Her pussy lips were even more
swollen now, and red, and I could see a thin trail of cum leaking from
them. Best of all, though, were her eyes.  They looked up at me, filled
with eagerness to serve, eagerness to be the best slut she could.
   "You're a fine horse slut, Malon." I answered as I wheeled Gallows
around to head out of the ranch, "I'll be back, sooner or later.  I have
plenty of plans for you and your ranch."
   I did have plans for her, too.  Plans of a horse slut breeding me and my
army perfect horses, and servicing the horses with her willing mouth and
tight cunt and ass.  But before I could do that, I had to finish my other
plans.  I was only a short ride from Kokiri forest, and the sage that
waited for my attention there.  Then, after I had my revenge on Saria, it
was a straight shot to Princess Zelda herself.
   I smiled as I rode.  The future looked bright.  For me, that is.  For
everyone else...  Well, who cared?
   -Chapter 5: Saria: Sage of BeastsThe bird song in the forest was
annoying.  It seemed to whistle and chirp in time to the music that Saria
played on her ocarina.  It was too noisy, too upbeat.  Well, when I ruled
Hyrule again, maybe I would burn this place to ash.  That would solve the
sound problem.
   It had taken me some time to find my way through the Lost Woods.  Paths
seemed to twist and turn on themselves, bringing me back to the entrance
when I thought I should be going deeper.  The Kokiri had welcomed me back
to the village quite happily, but the one I wanted, Saria, sage of the
Forest, wasn't in town.  I didn't remember it being this hard to find my
way to the Forest Temple when I was here as an adult, summoning monsters
and spirits to inhabit it.  Eventually I realized, with some help from a
brief foray into Link's memories, that I could follow the music, it would
lead me through.
   Saria didn't see me when I first arrived.  Her eyes were closed, her
entire self focused on the music she played on a small pink ocarina.  Her
green hair fell just a little over her eyes, and as her chest grew and
shrank with her breath, I could see an outline of small breasts beneath the
green clothes she wore.  After a few moments, she seemed to realize someone
was watching her.  She opened her eyes, and smiled widely when she saw me.
   "Link!" she cried, happily.
   On my way through that accursed Lost Woods, I had come to a decision. 
With Impa and Ruto I had hidden my true identity until after their
violation; even Nabooru hadn't really had a chance to process who I was
before her gang rape broke her mind.  I liked the idea of them thinking it
was Link, their friend and hero, raping them.  But it had only been a few
hours since I had last fucked, leaving young Malon dripping my cum from her
tiny pussy.  So, while I was eventually going to use Saria, I had other
plans for her first.  And I wanted to see fear in her eyes, I wanted to see
the look on her face when she knew what was coming.
   "Not quite." I answered, and lifted my hand.  My magic lashed out at
her, knocking her back violently.  Her flight through the air came to an
abrupt end as she hit a large tree, and collapsed to the ground.  I waved
my hand again, and my magic made her rise in the air, floating before me.
"Link isn't here right now, bitch.  I am Ganondorf, and I am very, very
upset with you."
   "No!" She called, "Impossible!  We stopped you!" She struggled vainly in
the air, and I could see her chest heave in exertion.  She could not move
though and, with a brief wave of my hand, my magic pulled at her limbs. 
She was pulled spread-eagle in front of me.  Her shorts rode up, digging in
between her legs.
   "You tried, you little bitch.  But you are the other sages are no match
for my power." I drew my sword.
   "What are you going to d-" Her question was interrupted as I pushed an
invisible ball of force between her lips.  Her jaw stretch open as my power
gagged her.
   I walked forward and slowly cut the clothing from her.  Underneath the
green shirt and shorts, she wore no underwear.  She stared at me, eyes
filled with fear and hatred, as I openly examined her body.  It wasn't, as
I had expected, like that of a child.  Rather, she was developed like a
very petite woman.  She had breasts; they were small, I could probably fit
my hand entirely over one of them, but they were clearly developed, tiny
round globes hanging from her chest.  She even had a small, trimmed line of
green hair just above her otherwise smooth pussy.  I walked around her,
taking in the view of a firm, toned ass.
   I looked back through Link's memories, and the developed nature of
Saria's body made sense to me.  The Kokiri never seemed to age past
childhood, but that wasn't quite true.  Adult Kokiri just looked like child
Hylians.  As far as Link, who was actually a Hylian who grew up in the
forest, could remember, Saria had always looked the same.  She was probably
well into her twenties.  After a certain point, Kokiri's would develop
sexuality like any other adults, despite their child-like appearance.  Link
had a particularly potent memory of a time when he was barely 10 and walked
in on Saria being fucked by Mido from behind.  Saria had stopped
immediately, and as far as Link knew, never let Mido at her again.  Mido
had never forgiven Link for that.
   "Here's what you need to know, Saria.  I'm going to hurt you.  I'm going
to use you.  And I'm going to break you...  Just like I've broken the other
sages already.  And I promise you that, when I'm done, you'll beg me to do
it again." She growled something that was unintelligible through the gag of
force, and I laughed.  "Now then, shall we begin?"
   I reached out and slapped a hand across her ass.  She shrieked something
into the gag, probably more in shock then pain.  Then again, judging by the
red handprint I had left on one of her butt cheeks, it might have been
pain, too.  I hit her again from the other side, leaving a matching print
on the other half of her ass.  This time she didn't make any noise.  Her
eyes grew dark with determination.  It looked like she didn't want to give
me the satisfaction of screaming.  Oh well, we'll see how long that could
work.  I continued to spank her, alternating one side and the other.  With
each smack, her ass jiggled just a little, and I could see pain flash
behind the determination in her eyes.  Again and again I slapped her,
turning her ass bright red beneath my onslaught.  Eventually, small
whimpers of pain escaped from her.  The gag was making her drool, and it
was dripping from her chin.  She began trying to squirm away from me, but
my magic held her in place.
   I walked around to stand in front of her again and, with a wave of my
hand, the gag of force in her mouth evaporated.  She gasped in air, and
closed her mouth gently.  She looked down at me, some of the hatred beaten
into submission, and I smiled.  "I want to hear you scream for me."
   SMACK!  I lashed out and slapped my open hand down on her exposed pussy.
She screamed out in pure pain, and I did it again.  And again.  She was
crying now, as I beat her cunt with my open palm.  After ten or fifteen
times, her screams started coming as gasps, her voice giving out rawly.  I
lost count after twenty blows, but by the time I stopped, her pussy was
glowing red, and she was voicelessly sobbing.
   I rubbed my hand with the other.  "I don't know about you, Saria," I
said, "but I think that kind of hurt." The mocking tone in my voice seemed
to break through the haze she was in, and she weakly raised her head to eye
me.
   "Please Link," she whispered, "I know you're still in there.  Fight
him!"
   I winked at her, and the magic holding her in place vanished.  She fell,
and landed roughly.  "Sorry, no one in here anymore but me.  Then again,
maybe Link is still in here...  Maybe he just likes watching me do this to
you."
   "No..." She tried to push herself to her feet, but I put a boot on her
ass, and pushed her over, face first into the dirt.
   "Maybe he's tired of how you always treated him, teasing him like a
little slut.  Maybe he's tired of jacking off to the memory of you getting
pounded from behind like a whore, and wants to make some new memories."
   "Shut up." She tried again, but once more I stopped her, knocking her to
the ground.
   "Maybe he likes seeing you treated like the little bitch you are."
   "He wouldn't..." This time, though, she didn't try to stand.  She just
lay there on her stomach in the dirt.  I could see her crying.
   "You're a slut." I whispered.  "A little, whorish bitch." I smiled,
"Hey, that gives me an idea." I muttered some words of magic and touched
the ground.  With a howl, the ground erupted as a gang of Wolfos burst from
it, summoned from the ether by my power.  Saria saw this, and curled in
fear.
   The monsters, under my control, didn't attack.  But they did circle her,
bearing fangs and growling.  She twisted her head, trying to keep view of
all of them at once, but there were too many.  When her back was to one, it
rushed her, knocking her back to the ground.  She shrieked.
   "What do you think, bitch?  My boys are hungry, and to them, you look
awfully tasty.  Should I let them have you?"
   "No...  Please, don't." All anger and will had disappeared from her,
replaced by unadulterated fear.
   "Well, they're going to get something from you.  You're either going to
be a meal, or a servant." With a mental command, I had one of the Wolfos
roll over, exposing its stomach to Saria.  "If you don't want them to tear
you apart, crawl to him."
   Saria, motivated by fear, rolled to her hands and knees and crawled. 
She moved quickly, more of a scamper than anything, until she was within a
few feet of the Wolfos on its back.  The monsters cock, splotched red and
black and shaped like that of a dogs, stuck out in front of it.  "Rub it,"
I commanded.  Saria hesitated, but a warning growl from a wolf that had
moved in behind her gave her the last push she needed.  She grasped it,
tentatively in one hand.  As she began to jack it off, it swelled and grew.
At its full length, it was close to seven inches long.
   "You can do better than that, slut.  If my boys get bored, they might
think they're more hungry than horny..." With a brief sob, Saria brough her
second hand up to work.  With one, she jacked the Wolfos off, rubbing up
and down the entire length that was exposed from its furry sheath.  The
other hand began rubbing and gripping the balls, which each were the size
of oranges.  At the treatment, precum began oozing from the tip of the
monster's cock.
   After a few minutes of this work, I walked over to behind Saria.  On her
knees, she was short enough that I could lift on boot and place it on her
head.  I did, and forced her head down to it rested on the Wolfos' furry
belly.  At this angle, the cock was pointed directly at her face. 
"Harder." I ordered.
   Bent in this position, it must have been hard for her to move her arms
properly, but she managed, continuing to jack the dog off.  Its knot began
to swell, and with a brief howl, the Wolfos came.  It's cum was thin, but
its load was large.  The first spurt caught Saria across both eyes, forcing
her to close them.  She tried to move away, but I held her there as the
second spurt went almost straight up her nose.  She coughed and sputtered,
allowing the next burst of cum to catch her in the mouth.  By the time the
Wolfos had finished, her entire face was covered, and her green bangs were
dripping white cum.  I let her up, and the Wolfos rolled back to its feet
and happily trotted away.  Saria was crying one her hands and knees, Wolfos
cum dripping from her face.
   "Not bad.  It takes a special kind of slut to let a monster cum on her
face." I muttered a few more words of power, and invisibly bonds of force
grew up from the ground and wrapped around her her limbs.  Her hands and
legs were held to the ground, forcing her to remain on all fours.  "But I
think my boys need something a little more..."
   She realized what I meant as the first of the monsters walked behind
her, "No!" she cried out, "Oh gods, please no!"
   Ignoring her pleas, the first Wolfos mounted her.  Its claws dug
scratches into her back as it tried to position itself properly, and she
screamed in pain again.  The Wolfos thrust forward a few times, trying to
find her cunt.  She was crying and begging me to stop, but I ignored her.
Then, with a triumphant howl, the Wolfos' cock found its mark, and it
plunged into her.
   If you've never seen a dog mate, then it's hard to imagine how fast they
move when they do.  The Wolfos' cock wasn't huge; in fact, erect, mine was
probably bigger.  But they make up for their shorter thrust length with a
ferocious energy.  As Saria shrieked, the Wolfos pounded away in her,
thrusting in and out several times a second.  "Oh fuuuck!" She cried,
trying to move to brace herself against the onslaught, but unable to
because of the magic that held her.  The sound of flesh hitting flesh
echoed through the clearing as Saria's screams returned to sobs
   "You like that, don't you?" I growled at her, squatting so I could stare
straight into her cum-covered face, "You like being fucked like the bitch
you are."
   "No, I...  Please stop...  I can't...  Ahhhh!" I saw Saria's body
shudder, her limbs threatening to give out beneath her if my magic hadn't
held her in place.  I suppose, willing or not, penetration that fast and
that hard could bring an orgasm out of anyone.
   "Gods you are a slut, cumming for wolf cock.  I bet you want to feel my
pet cum, don't you?  Want its monster seed deep inside your cunt?"
   Saria didn't answer at first, gasping in air.  Then she began to moan,
and shudder.  "Bigger...  It's getting bigger..." The Wolfos slowed its
thrusts as its knot began to swell in Saria's pussy.  "Oh god, it's too
big!" With a last few thrusts and a howl of pleasure, the Wolfos thrust in
as deeply as it could, and held there for a moment.  "Gods no," Saria
whimpered, "it's cumming.  I can feel it cumming insider me!"
   The Wolfos seemed to smile as it blasted its load into Saria's
well-fucked cunt.  Saria, for her part, kept shaking her head and repeating
"no, no, no," as if she could will the rape away.
   "You must know something about animals," I said to her, "so do you know
what happens after a dog cums inside its bitch?"
   Saria weakly shook her head and then, as if on command, the Wolfos spun
around, lifting its lef over Saria's body, so they stood ass to ass.  Then
it tried to walk away.  Its knot was still lodged firmly inside the Kokiri
girl's pussy, though, so when it pulled away, Saria's pussy bulged out, and
she screamed in sudden pain.
   "Fuck!  That hurts!  Get it off!
   I started stripping off my clothes as I replied, "I don't know, I kind
of like you there...  But if you don't want it to pull, I can make it stay
still." I waved my cock, hard from the show of this girl's humiliation, in
front of her face.  I even swatted her on the cheek with it, "Since you're
down there anyways, you might as well be useful."
   Some small bit of defiance must still have been burning in her, because
at the sight of my cock pressing into her face, she spat on it and sealed
her lips.  "Fine then," I said, and mentally urged the Wolfos forward. 
Again, Saria's cunt was spread and pulled, and again, she screamed as a
knot several inches across tried to force itself out through her bruised
pussy lips.  "Stop!  Please!"
   I mentally willed the Wolfos to stop and waved my cock before her face
again.  This time she opened her mouth, and I wasted no time on warm up.  I
forced my cock as deeply into her throat as I could, and started
facefucking her hard.  To her credit, she took my barrage well, at first.
She managed to swallow me down to the balls without gagging the first few
times.  Clearly she had deepthroated before.  But my assault proved too
much for her eventually, and after a few minutes of this brutal treatment,
I heard her retch and felt her throat spasm and close on my cock as she
gagged upon it.  The dog cum dried to her face began to run again as it was
loosened by tears.  The sight of her crying only made me grip fistfuls of
her hair and fuck her throat harder.
   I kept up the assault on her face, forcing her to gag and retch on my
cock again and again, for close to twenty minutes, magically prolonging my
own sexual stamina.  I would remove myself from her mouth only long enough
for her to gasp a desperate breath before plunging back in as quickly and
as deep as I could.  Every so often, she would send a buzzing up my cock as
she screamed onto it when the Wolfos tied to her tried to pull his engorged
knot from her cunt.  Eventually, though, the Wolfos' knot shrank enough
that with a wet sucking sound it pulled free of her.  Thin dog cum poured
from her gaping pussy, pooling on the ground.  I took that as a sign to
move on to my next plan, and let myself cum, enjoying the sensation of
Saria gagging on me once again as I blew my load directly down her throat.
   When I pulled my cock out of her battered throat, a line of spit and cum
and bile connected it to her lips.  I shook it clean, taking care to hit
her with my cock in the face once more.  She looked up at me, "You've got
what you wanted," she said, "please just let me go."
   I shook my head, "Saria, Saria, Saria...  You've pleasured me, and
you've served two of my boys.  But there are thirteen of them in the pack."
   Her eyes widened in fear, "Oh gods, please no-" Her pleading cut out to
a scream as a fresh Wolfos jumped her, claws digging into her back, and
cock thrusting at her cunt.  Her pussy was still gaping open from the last
Wolfos' treatment, so this one had little problem finding it.  Saria
continued to scream and cry as it thrust into her and its knot began to
grow.
   You would think that seeing my enemy get raped by animals wouldn't get
old, but after she had been fucked by the third or fourth Wolfos, I was
starting to get bored.  She had been at it for hours, though each time was
a bit faster because as her pussy was beaten loose, their knots could slip
out more easily after cumming.  Her throat had soon become too raw to
scream, and she settled into silently crying.  Her back was covered in
angry red scratches, and a large pool of dog cum was almost constantly
flowing out of her onto the ground.  After a while, my cock got hard again,
and I wanted a turn with her, but I did say she had to finish the entire
pack...  At my mental command, some of the Wolfos took turns mounting her
from the front, too, pounding their glistening wolf cocks into her throat.
She couldn't get the knot in her mouth - she probably would have broken her
jaw if she tried - so most of the time, when those ones came, it poured out
down her chin onto the ground.
   This way, skewered between two monster cocks, she was used in one hole
or the other by all of the Wolfos within another hour or two.  By the time
they were done, she had stopped crying altogether, and was just staring
ahead blankly.  When the last Wolfos pulled out of her now widely gaping
cunt with a wet slurp and no new weight jumped her, a shudder ran through
her body.  Maybe she thought she was finally finished.  Of course, by then,
I had been sporting an erection for several hours, with no room to get to
her to deal with it, so she was mistaken.
   I walked around her, contemplating how to best use her.  I had been in
her throat already, and her cunt was spread so wide that I could probably
get my arm in without much trouble; I doubted I'd get any real pleasure
from that.  I suppose that left just one option.  I dissolved the magic
that was holding her arms in place and they, exhausted from being forced to
stand up against the hours long assault, collapsed.  She fell face-first
into the puddle of drool and dog cum that had pooled underneath her during
the constant facefucking.  With her legs still bound, in this position her
ass seemed to stick up even more in the air.
   When I spread her ass cheeks apart, she moaned softly in protest.  When
I spat on her puckered asshole, she managed to say "Wha..." And then, when
I trust my cock into her ass in one smooth motion, her eyes rolled back and
her mouth opened in a silent, wordless scream.
   Her ass seemed to open before me, letting my cock in.  In one push, with
barely any lubrication, I got four inches in.  I pulled out a bit and
thrust a second time, and buried my cock more than half in her ass.  There
was a tightness that resisted me, but one that was easily overcome.  She
had taken it up the ass before, I guessed.  Probably a lot, if it was this
easy.  Maybe all of the Kokiri were as well endowed as Link was, or maybe
she used something besides cock in her ass.  Either way, after a few more
thrusts, I had my cock buried balls-deep in her ass.
   She was mouthing something, unable to make any sounds come out of her
battered, exhausted throat.  I ignored it anyways, and started pounding
away.  "Fuck you're good at this, slut." I growled, "How many boys have you
taken up this ass?  How many times have you begged for a cock to fuck you
like this, deep and hard in this slutty little asshole?" It looked like she
was trying to shake her head, to deny what I said, but all that did was
grind her face in the filth that was pooled on the ground.  I laughed, and
slapped one of her ass cheeks.  "Maybe I should have let me dogs use you
here instead of that filthy cunt of yours."
   I kept fucking her, hard.  With the entire length of my cock in her,
every thrust made my balls swing forward to hit her sopping pussy lips. 
She began making odd mewing sounds, halfway between whimpers and moans. 
Maybe she was protesting.  Maybe she liked it.  Maybe she was fucked to
exhaustion too much to know herself.  Either way, she didn't fight.  She
just lay there, each short breath causing the cum to bubble around her
nose, her mouth hanging open and tongue hanging out, as I used her asshole.
It was almost boring how non-responsive she was.  With a mental command to
my monsters, I found one more way to humiliate her.
   The largest of the Wolfos, the pack leader, walked over to her head, and
sniffed around.  Then, without ceremony, he turned, lifted his hind leg,
and shot a stream of piss directly onto Saria's head and face.  She didn't
react, aside from spluttering when some of it hit her mouth.  When it was
done, the next Wolfos did the same thing, forcing Saria to close her eyes
to prevent the stream from hitting them.  All thirteen of the monsters took
turns, pissing on the sage's face, adding to the puddle of bodily fluids
she was soaking in.
   The muscles in her ass seemed to tighten and loosing around my cock,
squeezing it as if trying to milk the cum out of me.  It didn't take long,
and I made little effort to sustain my duration.  Slapping her ass a few
more times, I began to cum.  I shot the first burst directly into her
bowels, but then pulled out, and sprayed my load up her back.  Her asshole,
suddenly empty, gaped and spasmed as my balls churned out shot after shot
of thick cum onto her.  It must have stung like a bitch where it hit the
cuts, but she didn't complain.  When I had finished cumming, I walked to
her head, and wiped my cock, dirty from her ass and my cum, in what little
bit of hair she had that wasn't already plastered with dog semen and piss.
Then I released my magic from her, and let her collapsed into the mess on
the ground.
   "Saria, you need to stay awake," I said.  I reached down and grabbed her
by the hair, pulling her to her knees.  As she knelt in front of me, I
slapped her lightly across the face a few times, waking her from wherever
her mind had went during the rape.
   "Ganondorf..." She whispered.  I suppose she finally believed, beyond
any doubt, that it was me and not Link steering this body.  "What more
could you want to do with me?"
   "Nothing with you, my dear.  But I was thinking of sending my wolves
into the village.  There were a bunch of other cute little Kokiri there who
could use a good fuck."
   At this, she grew frightened again.  I bet she hadn't thought there was
anything worse I could do...  Well, I corrected that notion.  "No, please,"
she said, "I'll do anything, but don't hurt the others."
   "My beasts are sated now, but they won't be forever...  They need
something to play with.  It can be them or...  If you beg me, it will be
you instead.  Beg me to keep using you as a fuck toy, and your village will
be spared."
   She eyes fell, and she stared at the ground.  Her shoulders were
shaking...  She was crying, but quietly.  Finally, she mumbled something.
   "I'm sorry, slut, I didn't hear that."
   "Please," she repeated, "please...  use me.  I beg you, make me your-"
she broke into a loud sob before finishing, "your fuck toy."
   I leaned in, so I could whisper in her ear.  "See, Saria?  I told you
that you would beg me before the say was done." Then with a push, I sent
her tumbling backwards into the pile of cum and piss that was still soaking
into the earth.
   "Here's how it will be, bitch," I started pulling on my clothing as I
talked, "every day this pack will be waiting here at this time.  And every
day you have to come here and service each and every one.  They will use
your mouth, your cunt, your ass...  You'll swallow their cum and their
piss, and you'll beg for more.  Because if you miss one day, just one day,
they and dozens others like them will descend on your village and will rape
and kill every person there.  Understand?"
   She only answered me with tears.
   "I'll take that as a yes.  Enjoy your servitude, bitch." And I walked
away, leaving her crying, soaking in filth, the Wolfos, having had a chance
to rest, looking at her with renewed horniness in their eyes.
   With Saria done, there was only one stop left for me.
   My princess was waiting.
   -Chapter 6: Zelda: Sage of SlaveryThe throne room was larger than I
remembered it.  I suppose that the last time I was here, I stood more than
twice as tall as I was now...  But still, this ornate room seemed to dwarf
me more than it should have.  At the center of the room was a large, gold
and white throne, with a matching smaller one set just behind and to the
left of it.  One for the king and one for the princess.  Fancy red and gold
carpet led to the thrones, and large windows, some clear and some filled
with coloured glass, let in enough light that during the day no candles
needed to be lit.
   When I had last sat in this room, it had looked quite different.  Over
the seven years of my rule, I had made several changes to the castle.  The
throne room then had been dark, the white throne replaced by one made of a
dark iron, something much more imposing than this design.  Maybe this time
I would do something different still.  If I was going to rule in this body,
maybe I would choose something more fitting...  I was growing fond of
green, after all.
   "It's a very nice place you have here, Princess." I glanced behind me at
Princess Zelda.  She was hanging upside down, suspended and gagged in the
air by my magic.  Her large, blue eyes were filled with fear and confusion.
"I'm going to enjoy it when I take over your pathetic little world again."
   With a wave of my hand, I dissolved the magical gag in her mouth. 
"Link," she coughed, after taking a deep breath, "what are you doing?"
   "What bothers me the most," I answered, ignoring her question, "is that
you actually thought you could stop me.  You are a child!  And you and your
little friends thought you could stop me!  ME!  Well, now its time to learn
the price of your arrogance, you little bitch!"
   "Link-"
   "Wrong!" I grabbed her hair, and craned her neck forward, so she was
facing up, and I was staring down into her eyes, "Link is gone!  I've
beaten him!  He is dead, and I rule his body now!  I am GANONDORF!"
   Zelda, apparently, was the first sage with any sense of brains that I
had met.  She didn't argue, she didn't plead, or deny it.  Instead, she
immediately began scream.  A high pitched, shrill call for help, which I
silenced with a resounding smack across the face.
   That shut her up, probably more from shock than anything else.  The
little brat had probably never been hit before.  Well, it wouldn't be the
last time.  "Do you think I'm stupid, Princess?  Do you think I asked to
meet you here, then just sauntered in past all your soldiers?  No, you dumb
cunt, any guards within earshot are either dead or captured.  My monsters
and I made sure of that.  It's just you and I here.  No one is going to
interrupt our fun." Her white dress was being held on by a pink tabard and
gold belt.  With one swift pull, I ripped the entire thing off of her,
eliciting a shriek of protest from her.  She was left wearing nothing by a
pair of light purple panties.  Her tits were tiny, maybe a small a-cup, but
developing.  Hanging upside down as she was, they fell away from her body,
making them look bigger than they probably were.  Her golden hair, let
loose from the strange coif she held it in, fell down from her head.
   "This world will be mine again, Princess." I saw her bite her lips,
perhaps in fear, or to stop from crying.  I walked around behind her. 
"Sluts like you must be made to pay."
   SMACK!  I brought an open palm down on her panty-clad ass.  She screamed
out in pain.  SMACK!  SMACK!  I did it again, twice.  The thin material did
little to cushion the blows, and Zelda began crying.
   I pulled the material of her panties together, bunching it into a line
that fell in her ass crack, exposing her bare ass cheeks.  SMACK!  SMACK!
SMACK!  SMACK!  I hit each one, alternatively.  They soon grew red under
the abuse.  I moved around to her front, and gave her tiny tits the same
treatment, slapping them red.
   Zelda had sunken into deep sobs, now.  I pulled off her panties, balling
them up in my fist.  I mentally released the bonds that held her aloft, and
she fell, landing roughly on the stone.  "This is what is going to happen,
slut.  I am going to hurt you, and rape you.  I'm going to take your
virginity, and then take your kingdom."
   Her shoulders were shaking, and, after a moment, I realized I was wrong
about her sobbing.  She had stopped that, and started laughing to herself.
The bitch was laughing!  She looked up at me from where she lay, defiance
shining in her eyes.  "You can hurt me, you bastard," she spat, "but you'll
never get it all.  I'll never give in.  And no matter what, you can't ever
take my maidenhood."
   That stopped me.  It took me a minute to understand her meaning, and my
jaw dropped.  "You're not a virgin?" Zelda must have realized she said
something she shouldn't have, and the defiance in her eyes flashed to fear.
I pressed my advantage, "Who fucked you, slut?  Who did you spread those
whore legs for?" Could it have been...  No, I scanned through Link's
memories to make sure it hadn't been him.
   Zelda, meanwhile, started pushing herself backwards, away from me along
the floor.  I kept up with her, though, "Who fucked you first?" My voice
dripped with my mental magic as I ripped the answer from her lips.
   "Da- Daddy!  Daddy fucked me!" No sooner did she yell it then she
clasped her hands over her mouth, her eyes filled with shame.
   I started to laugh.  I laughed long, and hard.  My sides hurt, but I
couldn't stop.  "You...  You little slut!  You let...  You let your own...
Your own father fuck you?  You probably loved it, too!  You're going to be
easier to break than I thought!"
   "...No." she answered.  I hadn't been looking quite at her, but I
thought I saw a flash of light from around her hand.  When I looked, it was
gone, though.  "No.  Ganondorf, whatever else, you will not break me."
   "Oh really?" I moved faster than she probably realized I could.  Getting
behind her, I grabbed a fistful of her hair with my empty hand, and used it
to pull her to her knees.  The other arm, hand still holding her underwear,
wrapped around her stomach to keep her in place.  "I bet the rest of the
sages thought that, too."
   In front of her, lines of power shone in the air.  They spread, opening
into five windows of energy.  They shone for a moment, before clearing into
five distinct images, each framed in a different colour.
   The first, framed a deep purple, revealed a crowded bedroom.  In the
center of it, at first hidden by a mass of bodies but revealed when some
shifted, was Impa.  She was entirely naked, and sandwiched between two men.
One, lying down beneath her, had his cock stuffed firmly into her ass.  The
other, pistoning on top of her, was driving himself in and out of her
pussy. Her mouth was hanging open, tongue lolling out.  Her eyes were
blank, and her face and hair were glazed over in what was clearly fresh
cum. In each hand, she held another cock, stroking them furiously, pointing
straight at her face.  As we watched, one of the men she was jacking off
came.  She aimed the load for her open mouth, swallowing it without a
sound. The man staggered away, only to be replaced by a new one.
   The second image, shining orange, showed the hot desert.  Nabooru, naked
and burnt from the sun, was tied bending backwards over a rounded wooden
horse, her wrists attached to her ankles.  Her large, dark breasts were
covered in writing, labelling her a `traitor bitch,' `cunt licker,'
`whore,' and worse.  The area above her crotch was visibly distended and
stretched out by the massive sex toy that was lodged firmly up her pussy. A
Gerudo woman I didn't recognize walked over and lowered herself onto
Nabooru's face, cutting off the traitor's air with her pussy, commanding
her to start licking.
   In a blue-framed image Ruto sat in a small puddle, rubbing her exposed
pussy with one hand while playing with her nipples with the other.  She was
speaking, repeating "please, do it, please, I want it" over and over again.
A group of three Zoras, two male and one female, stood over her.  The males
had their cocks in hand, and were aiming a steady stream of piss onto the
young Princess' face and tits.  The female stood directly over Ruto, her
legs spread open over Ruto's head, and was peeing directly onto it.  Ruto
stopped speaking long enough to tilt her head back and catch some of the
female Zora's piss, swallowing it down.
   Framed in red energy was an image of Darunia, body thin and face a mask
of grief.  He was walking amongst bodies of other Gorons.  Some were burnt,
some seemed to have wasted to a tiny fraction of their usual well-rounded
selves.  All were dead.
   In the final image, framed in a deep green, Saria was on her hands and
knees in the forest.  A Wolfos had mounted her; judging from the angle, it
was lodged in her ass rather than her cunt, and pounding furiously.  Her
cries were muffled by the cock of the Wolfos laying on its back in front of
her, which she had taken down her throat.  Judging by the cum covering her,
dripping from her pussy, and pooling on the ground at both ends of her,
these two were far from the first she had serviced today.
   "No..." Zelda gasped at the scenes before her.  As we watched, I slid
the hand around her waste down a bit lower.  "No!" She protested again,
trying to wiggle free.  I tightened my grip in her hair, craning her neck
back painfully.
   "Watch them!" I ordered.  I used one of my fingers to begin rubbing her
pussy.  "Look at all the people you failed.  All the people you doomed by
bringing me back to this time."
   She closed her eyes, and I wrenched at her hair again.  With a gasp of
pain, she opened them.  She stared grimly at the images before her, as if
trying to face down the horrors she was presented with.  She gritted her
teeth as I slid a finger into her pussy, and then another, whispering a
steady stream of insults into her pointed ear.
   "You see them all, you little bitch?  See how I broke them all?  The
girls loved it, sluts that they are.  You'll love it too, you little
whore." I began finger fucking her faster, now.  "You'll love being my cock
slave.  And you know what the best part is?  It's all your fucking fault.
You little, spoiled brat thought you could fuck with me?  Wrong, bitch. 
I'm going to rip this little, daddy-fucking cunt up, and you're going to
beg me for more." I pulled my fingers out of her long enough to reposition
her underwear in my hand.  Then, when I started fingering her again, I
began stuffing her panties into her cunt.  Before long, the entire ball of
fabric was in her, and I kept playing with her, curling my fingers inside
her.
   She had more resolve than I gave her credit for.  She didn't scream,
didn't cry out.  A single tear slid down her cheek as she watched the
destruction of the other sages.  Her lips were moving, but she was so quiet
that it took me a moment to realize what she was saying.  "I'm sorry.  I'm
so sorry." Over and over again she repeated it.  I began finger fucking her
harder, now.  Three of my fingers were pounding in and out of her while my
thumb rubbed on her clit.  With every push, I lodged her panties a bit
deeper up her cunt, and I curled my fingers every time I brought them out,
rubbing them up against the little rough patch of her g-spot.
   Her resolve continued to last, as she stubbornly tried to not give me
any sign of the effect I was having on her.  Still, she began to bite off
her words, gritting her teeth and sealing her lips.  At the same time, I
could feel her pussy start to clench around my fingers.  She let a single
gasp escape her lips as I made her cum from my assault.
   Satisfied with my work, I pulled my fingers and her underwear out of her
pussy.  Both were wet with her juices.  I wiped my fingers dry on her hair,
as she made a small sound of protest.  "You came for me already?  You are a
little slut, aren't you?  A little whore who gets off on abuse."
   "I-" She tried to protest, but I stopped her, bringing my hand to her
mouth and roughly forcing her wet panties into her mouth.  She gagged on
them, eyes going wide in shock, and tried to spit them out.  I held them in
place, pushing her down onto her back on the floor with my hand firmly over
her mouth.
   "Taste that, bitch.  Taste your little slut cunt." Zelda struggled
weakly under me, but I was too strong.  I held her down with the one hand
over her mouth, while my other hand undid the belt holding my tunic on.  My
cock, grown hard from my mistreatment of the princess, sprung out, and
Zelda's eyes widened.
   Using the hand that was not holding her, I roughly pushed her legs open,
and held them that way with my own.  Then I guided my cock to the entrance
of her pussy, still wet and slightly open from my finger assault.  "You're
mine, bitch." I snarled, before thrusting into her.
   Her cunt opened for me, my cock sliding in with little trouble.  It was
tight, yes, but wet and still relaxed from what it had been through
already. I could see Zelda bite down on the panty gag in her mouth as she
tried not to give me the pleasure of crying out.  We'd see how long that
lasted.  I bottomed out in her on my first thrust, my hips banging against
hers.  "Fuck," I grunted, "look how easy this is for you.  You are a
well-used whore, aren't you?" I began pumping, pulling almost entirely out
of her before pushing all the way back in.  Each time I withdrew, the walls
of her cunt clung to my cock, only to be spread before them once more when
I thrusted.
   Her eyes were squeezed shut now, I think to hold back more tears.  "You
love this, don't you?" I snarled, "You love me fucking you.  Am I bigger
than your daddy?  Do you like my cock better than your fathers?" A small
whimper escaped her, paired with the slightest shake of her head.  I took
my hand off of her mouth and slapped her with it.  "Look at me!" I
commanded.  When she didn't, I slapped her again, leaving an angry red
print on her cheek.
   She finally opened her eyes and glared straight at mine.  They burned
with a cold hatred.  I saw her jaw clench as she tightened it.  I don't
know if she didn't think about the fact that I was no longer holding the
panty gag in place, or she was just that worried about making noise, but
either way, she bit down on the wad of cotton tightly.
   All of a sudden, the feeling of her cunt changed.  While it was tight
and quite pleasant before, it now actually started flexing around my cock.
I could feel it squeeze and release me, like it was trying to milk the cum
out of me.  I looked down at Zelda, a bit surprised.  This was no natural
reaction to my dick.  She had to be actively trying to make her muscles
move like they were.  The little slut was trying to get me off!
   Now, Zelda was far from the first girl I had forced myself on.  I knew
perfectly well that some of them - especially the ones who have had sex
before - think that the sooner they can get me off, the better.  Sometimes
they give me the best ride they can, not because they enjoy it or want it,
but because they think it will bring the rape to an end sooner.  I'm sure
that was Zelda's plan...  But still, there was no fun in admitting that.
   "You do like it, you little whore!" I cried, "You love being my fuck
toy! I can feel it, you're going to cum for me, cum on the cock that's
raping you." I slowed my thrusts down enough to get my hand between our
bucking hips.  With it, I found the tiny nub of her clit.  It was sticking
out, fully exposed, and she jumped when I touched it.  I began to run it as
I fucked her.  It was an awkward pose to hold, but if it helped make the
little bitch cum from being raped, it was well worth it.  No matter how
willing they are to get me off to finish, being made to cum from an assault
like this was always a good step in demoralizing my victims.
   I continued like this for some time, pounding her pussy as I rubbed her
clit and growled a steady stream on insults at her.  It took maybe half an
hour before I felt her pussy start to contract faster and tighter.  I was
just about at the point where I would need my magic to make me last any
longer, and I didn't want to play that game just yet, so I was happy to
feel her getting closer to orgasm.  I slowed my thrusts, focusing more of
my attention on rubbing her clit.  "Cum for me, you little bitch!  Cum like
the whore you are!"
   Her cunt gave one last squeeze, and I was sent over the edge.  I pulled
out, and aimed it up the length of her tiny body.  I kept my fingers
moving, and she arched beneath me just as I came.  She reached orgasm the
same moment the first of my load landed on her, spreading from her tiny
tits to her cheek.  She moaned through the gag as I continued to spray,
covering both her tits and her stomach with my cum.  As I milked the last
drops out of my cock, them falling and landing directly on her pussy, she
spat her panties out of her mouth.
   "There, you bastard," she gasped, "are you finished with me?"
   I smiled.  "Not by a long shot, princess."
   "You can keep raping me, but I will never break.  I will never give in
to you." She sounded certain.  And, at that moment, I believed her.  She
was stronger than the other sages...  Well then, that just meant I should
change my plans.
   "Oh, you silly little girl, I'm not going to keep raping you...  No, I
have other duties in mind for that body of yours." I muttered some words of
power, and summoned one of my monsters from the ether.  A Deku Babe erupted
from the ground, saliva dripping from its maw, vines flailing in the air.
   Zelda screamed.  She tried to move away, but I stood, and placed a foot
on her stomach, painfully holding her in place.
   "These things are remarkably stupid." I told Zelda, "The will fling
themselves hopelessly towards any prey, but leave themselves completely
vulnerable to retaliation after doing so.  Link killed dozens, if not
hundreds, or them without batting an eye.  But I keep them around, all the
same.  Would you like to know why?"
   Zelda didn't answer, shying away as she was from the monster.  I gave
the Deku Baba a mental command, and it stood straight up.  A vine, thicker
around than the one supporting its head, rose up from the ground.  It was
different from the others; rather than rough, it was smooth and shiny, a
bead of clear fluid dripping from an opening at the tip of it.  "I keep
them around," I explained, "because of the interesting way they reproduce.
Originally, this organ was used to spray pollen...  After a bit of
experimentation, I managed to make some changes to them.  I keep them
around for bitches like you."
   With no more warning, the vine lashed forward, burying itself into the
sopping cunt of the princess.  Zelda screamed.  I guess no matter how
determined you are to not make a noise, a full foot of writhing tentacle
forcing itself into you gets a reaction.
   The vine didn't begin to thrust as much as simply force itself forward.
Zelda screams hit an even higher pitch - it must have found her cervix,
then.  It didn't stop there, though.  I knew from experience that when one
of my Deku Baba's fucked a woman, it filled her as completely as it could.
Being long and flexible, the vine could curl and fill all the available
spaces inside the princess, mould itself to her insides completely.  A
second foot of vine disappeared into her.  Then a third.  Zelda's cries
gave out after a moment - she still tried to scream, but no more voice came
out.  Instead, only a rasping gasp broke from her lips.  Only when the Deku
Baba had found space for close to four feet of its vine rolled up inside
the princess did it start to thrust.  The vine shone with a mix of its own
lubrication and the juice from Zelda's well-fucked pussy.  It thrust with
enough force that I had to remove my foot from Zelda for risk of falling
over as the princess was pulled and pushed over the smooth, stone floor.
   A second tentacle, slimmer than the first but just as long and smooth,
wormed its way out from the base of the Deku Baba.  If Zelda had seen it,
surely she would have been filled with fear for its intention - but her
eyes had rolled back, and she was staring at the ceiling.  As the second
tentacle began to prod at her untouched asshole, though, she did let out a
new sound.  A pathetic, mewling whimper of pain and fear.  "Have you ever
had anything in your royal ass?" I asked her.  She didn't answer.  "Well,
no matter.  You're about to."
   Forcing itself forward in a slow, steady pace, the vine breached her
asshole.  I'm sure the muscles around her sphincter tried to keep it out,
but they were helpless against the power of the beast.  Once it had gotten
half a foot into her ass, though, the Deku Baba took on a new technique. 
It pulled almost all the way out, only to thrust forward, adding another
few inches of depth.  It did it again, again gaining further into her
bowels.  Zelda struggled weakly against the attack, but was held in place
by the vines lodged in her.  Again and again the second vine thrusted,
getting deeper and deeper into the princess every time.  Soon it was deeper
than any human could have reached in her ass, but the flexible vine was
able to bend around some of the barriers that stopped humans. 
Occasionally, it would pull all the way out, leaving her ass with a wet,
sucking noise, only to force it back open with the next thrust into her. 
All the time, the large tentacle continued to ravage her cunt.  More than
once, I saw her body tighten and release with a shudder, as unwanted orgasm
after unwanted orgasm wracked her.
   She was sobbing openly now, her face wet with tears and her breath
coming in harsh, painful sounding rasps.  Her hands scrambled on the
ground, trying to find some handhold on the polished smooth floor.  The
sheer amount of tentacle in her cunt and ass made her stomach begin to
bulge out, like she was pregnant.  The site of her, crying, tits and
stomach covered in cum, getting fucked by this monster, made my cock grow
hard again.  Good.  I wasn't done humiliating her yet.
   I walked around to her head, and squatted down over her face.  My cock
was pointed down towards her tits, my ass hovering just above her nose, and
my balls dangling on her lips.  "Lick them." I ordered.  She clamped her
mouth shut.  With a mental command, I had the Deku Baba force itself even
deeper into her.  "Lick them," I repeated, "or I swear I'll have it fuck
you so deep it will be coming out your mouth."
   I waited for a moment, expecting her to still refuse.  After all, she
had been quite strong willed to this point.  I was pleasantly surprised,
then, when I felt something brush against the underside of my balls.  Her
tongue was soft and small, but as she ran it over my testicles, my cock
jumped in pleasure.  Following a growled order to cover them all, she began
manoeuvring her tongue around, coating my entire ball sack with her spit. I
grabbed one of her hands, and brought it to my cock.  She didn't need an
order before she began stroking it.  I could see her chest heaving - she
was still crying as she serviced me.  The tentacles in her wiggled and
thrusted, making her swollen belly shake.  Fuck, her tongue felt amazing. I
felt my balls growing tighter as my body yearned to cum again.  Not yet, I
willed myself, there's more to do.
   With a mental command, I had the vines pull themselves out of her.  Her
entire body shook as they did, leaving her suddenly empty.  Pools of liquid
- half the Deku Baba's lubrication and half her Zelda's own juices - poured
from her cunt and ass.  She gasped loudly, and I took the opportunity to
lower myself slightly, dropping my balls into her open mouth.  Her lips
tightened and she tried to breath in, sucking on my balls.  With a wet pop,
I pulled them free.  She dropped the hand from my cock, and I allowed it. I
replaced it with my own, slowly rubbing myself as I stood to look down at
her.
   "Now, you can't leave my pet all dirty like that, can you?" Both vines,
twined together, thrust themselves forward once more and forced themselves
into her mouth.  Her throat bulged out at the intrusion, and her nostrils
flared in an effort to force breath past her filled throat.  They pounded
her face for a bit, forcing her to swallow the taste of her own cunt and
ass off of them.  Without much warning, they froze deep inside her throat.
Then they began to spasm.  I might not have been able to see what was
happening, but my experience using the Deku Babas on other whores - plus
the horrified, pained look on Zelda's face - told me all I needed to know.
They were, essentially, cumming, shooting glob after glob of their sticky,
liquid pollen deep into Zelda's belly.  When they pulled out of her mouth,
she sputtered and spat, sending some of the Deku Baba cum bubbling out of
her mouth and down her chin.
   With a brief mental command, the Deku Baba vanished, bursting back into
the ether from whence I summoned it.  I slowly walked around her, speaking
in a low, angry tone.  "Do you know how much trouble that bratty little
tongue of yours got me?  If it hadn't have been for you whining and
pleading with people, I would still rule this pathetic kingdom." As she
tried to stand, I kicked her back down to the floor.  Then I squatted back
down over her face, slightly lower this time than before.  "This is what a
slut princess' tongue should be used for." I sat, my asshole pressing
directly onto her mouth.  "Lick it."
   Again, she hesitated, but when I growled menacingly and pinched one of
her nipples tightly, she obeyed.  I felt her tongue tentatively press my
asshole.  It moved over it, lapping at it like a dog at water.  "Deeper," I
ordered, forcing myself further down onto her face.  I shuddered in
pleasure as I felt her tongue push inside of my ass.  From beneath me, I
could hear her gag in disgust at what I was forcing her to do, but she
didn't stop.  She began flicking her tongue in and out of her mouth,
pressing it into me each time.  She even, once or twice, curled it inside
of me.
   "What a good little whore," I moaned, "you lick ass like you were born
to it.  Now, I'm not much of one for anal - well, I like giving it just
fine, but I don't normally bother with anyone playing with my ass.  But the
feeling of her soft tongue attacking my prostate mixed with the knowledge
of the humiliation this act was causing the stupid bitch was too much for
me.  After a few minutes of this treatment, I pulled myself off of her with
a growl of pleasure, pointed my cock right at her face, and let loose.
   The first stream hit her in one eye, forcing her to close it with a
yelp. I got some in her mouth and, when she closed that too, painted more
across her lips.  As my spurts began to die down, some landed on her
forehead, and some left streaks of white goo in her golden hair.
   "Gods damn, you are one fine slut." I told her, as she slowly pushed
herself to her feet.  Her pussy was still open and red from the monster's
assault, and I could only assume her asshole was, too.  Her chest and face
were both covered in my cum.  But as I watched, her eyes grew hard and
defiant once again.  Again I saw a flash of light from her hand, and I
realized what was happening.  Her piece of the Triforce was giving her the
ability to resist me, to remain defiant in the face of all of the assault
and humiliation.
   "Do what you want to me, Ganondorf," she spoke slowly, firmly.  "I will
never break.  I will never be your willing slut, and I will never give you
the pleasure of knowing you have defeated me."
   At first I didn't know what to say.  I wasn't used to such open defiance
in my conquests.  Even those who managed to resist being broken after the
first session never so blatantly threw the fact in my face.  But as I
looked over her, a new plan crept into my head.  Without warning, I lashed
out, and grabbed a handful of her hair.  I pulled her towards the throne,
forcing her to stumble after me or be pulled off her feet and dragged. 
With a push, I sent her staggering into the large, stone seat that the
ruler of the kingdom sat upon.
   "This kingdom will be mine again, Princess," I said.  "And you will be
the first to recognize me as its ruler.  Get on your hands and knees before
my throne."
   "Never." She spat back, straightening her back, and standing as tall as
she could.
   "Let me put it to you another way.  Your guards are defeated.  Your
sages, broken.  I am in control of the only body that ever stood a chance
against me.  If you do not obey me, I will go out into your land, and I
will bring a reign of destruction down on it like you cannot imagine.  I
will kill the men, enslave the boys.  The women and girls will be raped. 
Everything I did to you, I will do worse to them...  And I will make sure
they all know it was because of you, a Princess too selfish and proud to
bend a knee when she needed to." She started to object, but I cut her off,
"Or, I could rule unopposed.  It would be my rule, yes, but it would not
need to be one marked by death.  Those who follow me will live.  Perhaps
not happily, but they will live.  That only happens, though, if you do as I
say.  Now kneel before my throne!"
   I could see the turmoil in her eyes.  She didn't want to bend her neck
to me, to admit I had won.  She looked at me, searching for any sign that I
may have been bluffing.  She found none.
   Zelda, Princess of Hyrule, did the only thing she could to save her
people as much suffering as possible.  Slowly, silent tears running down
her cheeks, body naked and ravished, she got onto her hands and knees in
front of the throne.
   "Good slut." I commended her.  Link's body was light, but Zelda still
let out a gasp of pain as I used her as a stool, stepping on her back
before climbing onto the large throne.  It was big for the body I was in,
but I would grow into it.  Zelda started to stand, but I waved her back
into her subservient position, and rested my feet on her back, using the
bitch as a footrest.
   "Now doesn't this just feel perfect?"
   -Epilogue: Zeven Years Later"Aw fuck, that feels amazing." I tightened
the grip I had of the long, golden hair, and pulled Zelda closer to me,
forcing my cock further down her throat.  "You two are such excellent fuck
sluts." As Zelda gagged, Impa made a muffled, pleased sound.  Pleased
because she liked being complemented on her ability to pleasure.  Muffled
because her tongue was deep inside my ass.
I was standing in my throne room, with Zelda and Impa kneeling on either
side of me.  I was mostly still, using my hands on Zelda's head to force
her to deepthroat me while Impa, her hands spreading my ass cheeks, rimmed
me for all she was worth.
   It had been seven years since I first took the Hyrulian throne.  Seven
years of my rule, and things were going well.  Not just for me, but the
world at large...  Alright, maybe particularly well for me, who had two of
the most famous sluts in the kingdom servicing me with their mouths and
tongue at once, but not only for me.
   "Hold it there, slut." I held Zelda's head firmly in place, her nose
practically touching my stomach, my balls swinging against her chin.  Her
nostrils flares, but she didn't gag.  She had long ago mastered the art of
deepthroating me.  "Move that tongue of yours," I ordered.  I looked up at
the erotic images playing through a screen of energy above me.
   Don't get me wrong, the double-oral treatment was enough to make me
cum...  But I still liked watching a show, every few days.  A very
particular show.  Nabooru had been left in the sun so long that her skin
was tanned almost black and burnt.  Seven years of daily rape and torment,
and her mind had never broken.  Or, rather, it had been broken repeatedly,
but the curse I laid on her all that time ago made sure it knitted itself
back together every night.  She had become something of a legend: the beast
who would not break.  Stories were being told of all the things she had
endured.  Joanne and Jolene had actually been given a newly created role in
the Gerudo camp because of her: Mistresses of Sluts.  Their entire job now
was to break the girls who needed breaking, and most of the time, that
meant daily raping of Nabooru.  Life must have been hell for the sage, but
it was no more than she deserved.  All of the other sages worked against
me, yes, but she was the only one who actually betrayed me to do it.  If I
could have thought of a worse fate, I would have left her to that instead.
   The image that my magic brought me of the traitor was a pleasing one. 
She was naked, as always, and bound on the sand.  She was held in a hogtied
position, but, while her arms were bound tightly behind her back by rope,
her ankles were tied with knots made from her own long, red ponytail.  This
meant that she was curved painfully backwards as both her legs and her head
were pulled towards each other.  Any slack given to rest her legs meant
added pressure on her neck, and vice versa.  How torturous.  My girls were
smart.
   The girls were busy, too.  One of them, Jolene, was lying in front of
Nabooru, hips raised up so her pussy was just a few centimetres away from
Nabooru's mouth.  She was ordering Nabooru to lick it, and the redhead had
to strain her neck and tongue to reach.  Every so often, with a displeased
tsk, Jolene would smack Nabooru across the face, and deride her for being
such a bad cunt-licker.  At the same time, her sister, Joanne, was kneeling
behind Nabooru, wrist deep in the traitor's cunt, and fisting it brutally.
Once or twice, I saw Joanne's whole hand emerge from Nabooru's pussy, only
to be forced back in.  Tears were pouring down the sage's face, and this
just seemed to urge the sister on to new heights.
   "Here it comes, you little slut!" I growled, tearing my eyes away from
the image to look down at Zelda.  The princess was naked aside from a dark
collar and leash - she had been for the better part of the last seven
years. I pulled my cock from her mouth, which she obediently left open, and
jerked it swiftly.  Edged on by the talented tongue of the older woman
behind me, I came, spraying it across Zelda's face and pooling it into her
mouth.  Impa didn't wait for the command she knew was coming, the one I had
given her dozens of times before, to crawl around me to Zelda and begin
licking the cum from the princess' face.  Only when the blonde's face was
clean of my seed and shining with Impa's spit did the older sage raise
herself directly above Zelda's face, and slowly dribble the cum from her
mouth into Zelda's.  With a look of disgust, Zelda swallowed it all, only
to go back to glaring at me, full of hatred.
   She had never broken.  No matter what I put Zelda through, the Triforce
of Wisdom kept her mind whole, her spirit un-bowed.  She had long ago
learnt to obey, though.  Once my rule was established, every time Zelda
disobeyed me, I had a citizen, either woman or girl, brought in and raped
in front of her.  Sometimes I did it.  Sometimes my men, or even my
monsters.  Hell, once I had Impa do it, violating a young woman no older
than Zelda was at the time with a monstrous strap-on.  She might not have
had her mind broken into obedience like the other sages, but Zelda
certainly obeyed.
   With a wave of my hand, I dispelled the image of Nabooru (Jolene, having
decided Nabooru was not good enough to deserve her cunt, had rolled over
and presented Nabooru's tongue with her asshole), and sent both Impa and
Zelda back to their positions.  The former crawled to a small alcove not
far from the entrance to the throne room, where she could service my guests
at a moment's notice.  Zelda crawled to the foot of the throne, where she
remained on her hands and knees.  She had two positions when I sat; she
either was on her knees with her mouth around my cock, or she was on all
fours in front of me.  With my having just orgasmed, she knew I wanted the
second option.  I sat, and propped my feet up on her back, using her as a
human footstool, when a tentative knock issued from the door.
   "My lord?" A boy pushed the door open.  One of my servants, who informed
me of guests.  "My lord, the Lady of Horses is arriving to see you."
   "Excellent.  Send her in."
   "Yes, my lord." He tried to hide it, but I saw how his eyes flashed down
to Zelda then over to Impa.  They lingered on the silver-haired slave for a
moment.  I took the opportunity to examine him.  He wasn't terribly young,
but not quite a man yet.  Probably around 12 or 13...  Probably about the
same age Link's body was when I first used it to take Impa, in fact.
   "What's your name, lad?" I asked.
   "Aldaz, my lord."
   "Yes, I remember now.  You were from Kakariko village, were you not?" At
this the boy nodded.  "Then I assume you know who that is?"
   "Yes, my lord.  It is Impa, first of the sage sluts.  They call her a
master of carnal pleasures, sire.  They say she knows a thousand ways to
please men and women."
   "Do they, now?  I hadn't heard that one.  Have you ever had her?"
   "No, my lord." The boy seemed genuinely embarrassed by what he said,
"When she was last in the village, the adults said I was too young to
partake."
   "Nonsense.  I was as young as you when I broke her like the slut she is.
You're a good, helpful lad.  Take her.  Once you send the Lady of Horses
in, this one is yours for the night."
   His eyes lit up, and a grin of pure joy spread across his face.  "Thank
you, my lord!  I'll treat her right...  Just like the slut she is!" Giving
Impa a sharp command to follow him, the boy bowed and left.  Impa crawled
after him, firm ass waving in the air as she did.
   I smiled.  I had learned a thing or two this time around.  Happy
followers are obedient followers.  I just had to make sure what I wanted
made them happy...  and, thanks to my magic, it did.
   It had taken me a while to figure out what had happened all those years
ago, when I first set out to get my revenge.  I had taken how perfectly
everything had gone in stride.  Looking back, though, it seemed strange
that so many men and women had come to terms with things like blatantly
gang-raping Impa or using the Zora princess as a living toilet.  Having
done some research, though, I had a theory.  Part of Link's natural magic
was having people like him, people willingly listen to him, or help him, or
follow his lead, despite his youth.  That was what allowed him to get so
far in his quest.  Well, that magic was mine, now.  When it mixed with my
own mental magic and admittedly perverse sense of justice, it made people
abandon some of their own morals in my wake.  Seven years later, I had
created a society where raping sluts - at least, raping sluts that I deemed
deserved it - was perfectly common.  Hell, even consensual sex had taken a
decidedly kinky turn, if the sheer amount of new sex and fetish shops that
had opened was any sign.
   I leaned back on the throne, waiting for the Lady of Horses to make her
usual, attention-grabbing entrance...  And she didn't disappoint.
   Malon burst through the door atop a fiery red stallion, pulling it up
just a scant ten feet or so short of the throne, making it rear at its
sudden stop.  Malon herself had grown nicely.  She was seventeen now, and
clearly a fully developed women.  Her red hair flowed long and shining
behind her, dark enough to make the paleness of her skin stand out sharply.
Freckles, starting just below her chin, spread down her chest, and across
her ample - and currently quite exposed - breasts.  All she wore above her
waste was leather, harness-like straps that went around her torso, framing
her breasts, and forcing them to stick out perkily.  Her lower half was
clad with tight, leather leggings, but as the horse moved, I saw a flash of
pale skin at her nether-regions...  Malon liked going crotch-less. 
Considering how many of her saddles had attachments rising out of them to
slide inside herself as she rode, I supposed that made sense.
   Perhaps the most eye-grabbing of everything, though, was on the
underside of the horse itself, displayed fully for me when it reared. 
Saria, mouth open and drooling, eyes blank, green hair plastered with
sweat, was strapped to the belly of the beast.  She still looked as much
like a child as she had seven years ago, though much of the innocent aura
she projected had long since been lost.  She was strapped so that she was
stomach-to-stomach with the horse, her head resting somewhere between the
horse's forelegs.  The horse's cock was resting in her pussy and, as it
reared, the straps that held her had enough slack to let her sink down on
it, a full foot of horse dick forcing itself into her.  Straps loose like
that, she probably was swung deeper onto the horse cock with every step it
had taken.  It must have been terribly uncomfortable, but only a dazed,
almost peaceful expression marked her face.
   Saria had, perhaps, been broken more than any other sage.  Yes, the
others had learned to serve me willingly, but they still had their minds,
twisted to devotion as they were.  Saria, on the other hand, hadn't been
twisted to the point of snapping.  She had lasted close to five years in
Kokiri forest.  Five years of daily gang-rape by whatever monsters I felt
like sending her way.  At first it had been the troops of Wolfos, but I
soon grew bored of that.  Hoards of Deku Baba's had tentacle-fucked her,
filling her completely in all of her holes.  Lizafols and Dinafols had
clawed at her, fucked her with long, thin cocks.  Even Moblins had her,
though considering their cocks were almost half as long as she was tall,
they had nearly torn her in two.  Only the healing magic that Kokiri had in
their forest allowed her to last as long as she did.
   One day, though, she simply hadn't arrived at the designated area. 
Regardless of my threats, she didn't come to take her punishment.  Well, I
was as good as my word; I sent my monsters raining down on the Kokiri
people.  Most of the boys ran or were killed.  The girls I allowed my
monsters to have, replacing the lost sage.  I found Saria, lying in bed,
completely clothed and staring blankly at the ceiling.  I dragged her out
to show her the scene she had allowed me to enact, Kokiri girls being
violated and hurt.  As she watched, a blonde, Fado, was impaled upon a
Moblin's cock, crying out in agony.  The two twins were raped together,
forced to face eachother as Wolfos mounted both of them.  Through this all,
though, Saria just stared forward, emptily.
   I had given her to Malon the next day.  I thought that her experience
with larger than normal cocks could be useful when Malon needed to stud her
horses.  Saria hadn't spoken a word, since, and her blank expression only
changed when she was stuffed with a particularly large dick.  Then, she
smiled, ever so slightly.
   "You've treated the bitch well." I complimented Malon.
   "Thank you, my lord."
   "Come here, slut." There wasn't nearly as much venom in the name when I
directed it at the redhead as there was for some of my other victims. 
Malon hopped lightly off the horse, and trotted over to me.  I reached out
and pinched one of her exposed nipples.  "You like showing these off?"
   "Yes, my lord, I love it when the men stare at me." It's funny - before
I took over, no young women would run around half-naked in public.  But
with my change in laws, girls like Malon actually felt safer to show off
their slutty sides.  There were designated women - at first just the sages,
but later also ones who were found guilty of treason and other such crimes
- who were sexual slaves for free use.  Those women people could violate
all they wanted.  But anyone found guilty of raping a girl who was no a
designated slut slave was in for a harsh punishment.  If the guilty party
was a woman, she would be turned into a slut slave.  If it was a man, he
would be castrated, and his nearest female relative would be turned into a
slut slave.  Needless to say, "rape" was at an all time low.
   "I bet you do," I told Malon.  I grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her
towards me, "but this slutty body is all mine." I gave her ass a spank, and
then kissed her, forcing my tongue roughly into her mouth.  She inhaled
sharply, before pressing her body tightly against mine.  I could feel her
breasts against my chest, and my cock gave a stir.
   Malon and I had developed something of a...  relationship.  I wasn't in
love with her, by any stretch of the imagination.  Nor do I think she was
with me.  But once I took over, I had left her in charge of breeding
horses, and we had worked together well.  She still sucked horse cock and
ate out horse pussy, like I had taught her.  She still tongued their asses
and, occasionally, let a stallion take her anally.  We had decided long
ago, though, that her cunt was mine and mine alone.  I had taken her
virginity, all those years ago, after all.  Considering how often I had my
other bitches used by other men, women, and beasts, it was nice to know
that no one but me had every touched this particular pussy.
   And hell, as it turned out, she was a lot better as a horse master than
that fool Ingo had been in my previous time line.
   As Malon broke the kiss, she looked at me, and grinned a mischievous
smile.  "I would give my report, my lord," she said, "but I have been on
the road long, and I desperately need to relieve myself."
   I laughed, and reached for a small bell by my throne.  Every time she
came to see me, it was the same story.  She never just came out and said
how much using my personal toilet turned her on, but we both knew she could
well have stopped to relieve herself before reaching the castle.
   At the light tinkle of the bell, Ruto walked slowly out from a small
corner room.  She, too, had grown nicely.  Piercings in both nipples and
her clitoral hood kept her nipples and clit constantly hard, which meant
the smooth scales that used to cover them were always slid away.  Her
breasts were not large - smaller than Malon's, but they were very, very
perky.  As she walked, her hips swayed attractively.  Of all the sages,
Ruto seemed to enjoy her new life the most.  I had brought her to my palace
from Zora's domain close to a year ago.  She now served as a piss slut for
me and my guests.
   Seeing Malon, Ruto immediately went to her and kneeled, one hand already
tentatively rubbing her own exposed pussy.  Looking up at the redhead, Ruto
opened her mouth eagerly.  "Good little piss-bitch" Malon muttered, as she
walked over to the Zora girl.  She pressed her pale pussy to Ruto's mouth,
and closed her eyes.  I could see the muscles in Ruto's jaw and neck move,
as she wiggled her tongue in the redhead's cunt.  With a soft sigh of
relief and pleasure, Malon began to piss.  Ruto's swallowed as quickly as
she could, but Malon must not have been joking about how long she had held
this in...  After a few gulps, piss began to leek out the corners of Ruto's
mouth, streaming down her chin and dripping onto her tits.  When Malon
finally stopped pissing, Ruto continued to lick her, lapping at her pussy
like a dog at a water dish, before Malon pushed her away.
   "You spilled, slut." Malon spat, hitting Ruto with it on one cheek, "You
need to keep practicing.  Go get yourself cleaned, you smell like piss."
   "Yes, my lady." Ruto bowed her head, before standing, and seductively
wiggling her tight little ass all the way back to the room from which she
came.  There was a bath there, specifically to make sure Ruto didn't smell
to rank performing her duties day by day.
   "There," I said to Malon, "now that you've had your fun, what is it you
came to report."
   "Success, my lord." She replied.  "Epona is fully trained, and ready for
a man of your station to ride her.  She is also fully prepared to let
deserving bitches pleasure her.  I made sure of that myself."
   "Excellent.  Gallows is an excellent horse, but he is getting older."
   "We shall put him to stud, my lord.  He will want for nothing.  I will
care for him personally." She licked her lips as she said that, and I had
little doubt that Gallows would be quite happy with the arrangement.
   "Excellent.  You shall be well rewarded, as always.  Stable your horse.
You're staying her tonight."
   "Of course, my lord." She bowed, and with a wave of my hand, took her
leave.  As she hopped back up onto her horse, I saw the knob on her saddle.
It was only four inches long or so, but it was almost equally wide across
at the bottom, tapering to a half-inch, rounded top.  She adjusted herself
slightly before lowering herself down on it, eyes closed in pleasure as it
sunk into her ass.  With a kick and a shout, she urged her horse into
action, and it trotted out the door, one girl anally pleasuring herself
atop it, while the other was buried almost balls deep on its cock beneath.
   "Fuck, that girl gets me horny every time." I muttered to myself before,
louder, "I think I might need to make use of that royal ass of yours again,
Zelda.  That way I can last extra long with her."
   The princess made a small, choked off, disgusted noise.  I stood and,
leading her by the leash, made her kneel before me.
   "But before I do, I think I might need to follow Malon's example...  I
won't bother summoning Ruto back, though.  Open your mouth, bitch."
   I could see Zelda holding back tears as she obediently opened her mouth
beneath me.  I aimed my cock at her, and let loose a torrent of piss,
filling her mouth before making sure to coat as much of her face as I
could.
   And as I stood there, pissing down the throat of the royal bitch who had
cost me so much, but had also given me the chance to win back so much more,
I could only think one thing.
   Damn, it's good to be king!  
  
Ganondorf's Revenge