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Fear and Loathing	By : Irascible Category: Zelda > General Views: 7796 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hyrule fell long ago, an ancient kingdom under the iron grip of an evil king who had come from nowhere to subjugate the people of this peaceful kingdom. He had succeeded, his soldiers roamed the country while the people of the towns and villages laboured in his massive castle and surrounding city under the watchful eye of his gaurds. All those except for the special prisoners...
'Oi, farm bitch! Get up here!'
Malon bit her lip before rising to the summons, her chains clanking. Being singled out was never good. She felt sympathetic eyes on her from her fellow prisoners. When Ganondorf had taken over, the young women of the country had been rounded up, and the most attractive had been singled out into this special group. There were a few of them, the former princess, a young woman from the desert, several from the towns and Malon from her ranch, all young and slim and paraded like trophies. They were on special duty around the castle, hostages so their families didn't think of rebellion.
Malon avoided the princess's eyes as she walked slowly to the door of the cell. It hurt to look at her friends still. Their clothing was the bare minimum, inviting constant ogling and heckling from the castle gaurds that wore away at their spirits. Malon stayed as strong as she could, though her resolve was weakened after many months of slavery, after constant labour and fending off groping hands as she passed the gaurds. The human ones anyway. Some of them, the giant lizard men, simply stared, and she shuddered to think of what went on in their minds as she passed.
'This here wine is for the Master himself. 'E's up on the top floor, wants you to bring it up.'
She paused before taking the plate with the heavy jar balanced on it. To the King himself? Most of them had only seen him from a distance, he was never down here and they were hardly ever sent that high up the castle. 'All the way up...?' She checked, timidly. The gaurd grinned, his eyes fixed on her chest.
'All the way. Lucky you! And if you spill it, well, I won't do anything cos he'll fucking kill you. No point.'
Malon stayed quiet, her chains clinking as she raised her hands to the tray. Her arms moved together, her wrists bound in huge iron clasps with a short chain in between. She took the tray and left, feeling the stare of the gaurd on her ass, her bare feet padding on the rich carpet, trying to ignore the calls as she passed through the ground floor. Her skirt swished around her legs as she climbed the main staircase. Barely a skirt, she thought. Two ragged lengths of pink cloth were all that remained of her previous clothing, one barely covering her navel and the other conforming tightly to the shape of her butt, the thin material joined at the sides by short lengths of cold chain that dug into the soft flesh of her hips. Her only other covering was a ragged wrap around her chest that barely contained her heavy breasts, the torn edges leaving her smooth stomach exposed. It was vulnerable, demeaning clothing, and it showed off most of her slim young body to the eyes of everyone in the castle as she trudged onwards.
She flinched very slightly as a gaurd on one of the landings older than her father simply reached over and fondled her chest briefly, though he didn't stop her. The attention was mostly stares and gropes, nothing worse had happened to any of them yet. That she knew of anyway...
The stone steps were cold on her feet as she reached the hall at the top of the castle, her heart hammering more from nerves than the exertion of the climb. She was in the no mans land now, the air quiet and cold around her, the tray heavy in her hands. None of them had been up here, why had she been singled out? Heart in her mouth, feeling more horribly exposed in her rags than usual, she pushed the large door open a crack and slipped in. The room wasn't huge, lit a dull amber by the sunset in the stained glass windows, but she barely noticed, suddenly more scared than she had ever been. There was a throne at one end of the room, a forbidding stone thing, and the Evil King himself was lounging back in it. What had caused her heartrate to increase was that he was naked.
He was huge and imposing, even lying casually back in his throne. If he had stood he would have towered over her, she would have come up to the middle of his chest, maybe, though his torso was easily wider than her entire body. She cast a fearful glance over his huge frame, his biceps the size of her head, rock hard muscles radiating easy power as they shone in the amber light, dull highlights on his skin that was such a dark green it seemed black, and her eyes widened before they jerked away from the huge muscle lying between his legs. Her heart hammered as they met his piercing golden eyes. His eyes had locked on hers as soon as she entered, not even moving his head from where it was supported on his right hand. She had faltered as she approached him, his presence was powerful, so strong she was torn between a desire to deliver her tray with no fuss and an equal urge to turn and run.
She tore her eyes away from his gaze, looking to her feet as she closed the distance. It was all she could do to keep her feet moving, and avoid glancing between his legs again. She managed to place the tray with shaking hands on the huge arm of the throne, though this close the power of his presence was almost physical, concious of his gaze still locked to her face. She bit her lip hard as she bobbed her head slightly and turned to go, feeling the beginnings of relief.
'Wait.'
The voice rumbled past her, and she had no choice but to freeze. Her body did it by itself, though her heart hammered twice as hard...
'Look at me.'
She turned slowly, casting hesitant glances at his immense body, wondering if he could see her shaking. Her eyes were drawn to the implicit threat of his cock between his legs, lying flaccid but still considerable. He took a casual sip of the wine, his dark golden eyes traveling her body, and she imagined she could feel his gaze on her skin, and her heart skipped a beat as his cock twitched.
He knew she had noticed and didn't care. He took his time examining the young woman, her thick firey hair shining in the sunset as it framed her slim body. Even stood turned in on herself, Malon was strikingly beautiful. Her skin was pale as milk, stretched tightly over her firm body that had been shaped by exercise before her capture. Her feet were nervously clamped together, her legs were long and shapely, flowing up to curved hips and a flat stomach that were dimpled by the chain stretched tight across them. Her breasts were heavy in the rag wrapped around her chest, her nipples visible as dents in the thin cloth, and his gaze flowed up her long neck to meet the halting glances from her wide, large blue eyes. Her pale skin glowed a gentle gold in this light, her hair shimmered with fire, her chest was heaving slightly as she took short, hard breaths, and he imagined the slickness of her skin as she sweated under his silent gaze. The heavy chains that connected her hands were hanging loose over her navel as her hands timidly clasped in front of her, though there was still some defiance in those large eyes, and he smiled as he knew he had chosen very well.
'Malon.'
The voice rumbled through her and she jumped, startled as the silence broke. She bit her trembling lip as the evil king took another sip of the wine.
'Y-yes?' she managed.
'I want you to dance for me.'
She blinked. That was not... what she had expected. She was tempted to ask why, but the piercing golden gaze was steady on her own. She swallowed.
'I...' Her voice trailed off as her resolve failed in the face of his overpowering presence. She glanced away as if to escape but the pitiless gaze told her that was not an option. She stood for a moment, unsure, then, still looking at the floor, she slowly started to sway her hips. Shifting back and forth awkwardly, her feet shuffled on the stone until they picked up a rythym, and, her mind feeling distant from it all, she stumbled into a swaying dance back and forth. His blazing eyes never left her, and she tried to swallow her fear as something about them told her she had better put some heart into it. She closed her eyes and swayed, letting her body find its own movement, and her movements became bigger, her hair whipped around behind her as she swung her head, trying to find the music in her mind she loved to take her away...
Her chains clinked as her arms moved, the rags between her legs swishing around teasingly as she grew more confident, the dancing giving her strength, and the evil king's gaze lingered over the twisting movement of her body, the sway of her chest...
'The top.'
Her eyes opened and she faltered slightly, the fear returning. She looked at him as her hair came to rest across her face, and she swallowed instinctively as she saw that his cock had swollen noticeably. He hadn't moved, his gaze still locked to her eyes, and her hands slowly came up to fumble at the knot at her chest. Her mind felt absent, though some spark of confidence was in her after the dance, and she turned away as the rag came loose. She pulled it up even as her arm raised to cover her nipples, and she turned her back to him to drop the rag, finding her rythym again. She could feel the heat of his gaze on her naked back and she swung her hips wider, the thin cloth clinging to the tight swell of her ass offering teasing glimpses even as she nervously bit her lip and closed her eyes. The fear was still strong inside her, though she realised that a good dance was all that would let her leave, so she raised her arms above her head, her naked breasts swayed to the empty room in front as she gathered her nerve, then the heat of his gaze grew so intense that she swung around in fear...
He hadn't moved, still leaning his head on one massive arm, still locked to her eyes even though her breasts were on show. She faltered again as she noticed his cock had begun to harden, raising itself slightly from between his legs, noticeably thicker and pointing menacingly at her. Heart hammering, she met his cold eyes again, and he stared until she stopped moving, panting slightly, and then his eyes dropped to his cock briefly.
Malon felt like she had been hit with a bucket of cold water. There was wordless fear in her eyes but she knew it was pointless. She couldn't run, that was without a doubt, she couldn't hope to escape and she knew the attempt would bring something far worse. She looked at him with silent pleading even as she took a slow step towards him. She was powerless to resist that piercing gaze, and her hands shook as she stepped between his knees and knelt, slowly, her eyes fearfully drawn to the thick muscle in front of her as her knees scraped the stone floor. She felt so small between his massive legs, his thighs were thickly muscled and as wide as her own waist, and she leaned forwards on all fours, defiance in shreds as his presence washed over her and she looked up at his looming body.
Heart hammering, her mind withdrawing into itself, she reached a shaking, chained hand to the thick cock in front of her. Her dancing had started to arouse him but there was a long way to go, and her hands wavered over the dark skin. The first touch sent a jolt through her skin as if she had been shocked, she could barely wrap her hand around the thick muscle, mostly flaccid as it still was, and her hands looked small and pale on the dark, shining skin. Her breath caught in her throat in fear, then as she met his pitiless gaze her resolve vanished completely and her head jerked forward as if to avoid getting hit, her soft lips wrapped around the huge head of his cock as far as they would go, her mouth was dry with fear as it wrapped around him, and her knees shook with terror at what he might do to her if not satisfied. She braced her small hands on the thickly muscled thighs looming on either side of her and rocked her head back and forth, desperately running her tongue around the huge cock, tasting his sweat as her lips inched further down the shaft, trying to dampen her mouth as hard as she could.
Malon knelt on the stone, a tangle of chains and rags around her knees, her firm breasts hanging under her next to her clinking chains as her hands pawed at the dark, slowly growing cock, her mouth barely able to contain the thick head by itself even though her lips were stretched tight around it, moistened by the few tears that ran freely down her face from the effort and the fear and the shame. Her lips slid off him and she gasped for breath, chest heaving, a string of saliva stretching from the tip of his dick to her lips, her firey hair hung around her face and she saw with some despair that only the very tip of his cock glistened with her spit. Not even looking up, in fear of disappointing him, she thrust her head forward again, feeling the hot flesh pressing against the back of her throat as it swelled inside her mouth, and even though another tear rolled down her face, the presence in her mouth and the shame of being so effortlessly dominated by this overwhelming presence caused raw warmth between her legs, and the shame only made her heart beat faster...
Malon was kneeling upright now, his dick was slowly swelling and her mouth had to go with it. She braced herself by wildly throwing her hand against his rock hard stomach, her soft, pale fingers pressing on the rolling muscles, and her insides burned with shame as her other hand dropped to press between her own legs. Her runaway mind tried to convince itself that she was being practical, she knew what he would want next and it made sense to be ready for it, and as her fingers tightened on the wet skin she knew it was too late. The chain was cold, stretched tight across her chest, and she stretched her neck as high as it could go as her tongue ran over the rough skin at the end of his cock. She leaned back, panting, her mouth had done its work and his dick stood erect and rock hard above her, the top third slick with her spit, and she looked past it to see that he hadn't moved. Still lounging casually in the throne, his piercing golden eyes met her confused gaze and this time he didn't even say anything, just tilted his head downwards.
She closed her eyes briefly, her hand frantic between her legs as she desperately tried to get wet enough for it not to hurt, then she braced glistening fingers on his thighs and rose on shaking legs. The cock in her mouth, her own fingers and the tight shame of being humiliated had all come together so her mind was numb, and she almost crawled into his lap, chains dragging on his body, a small white figure against a mountain of dark muscle, and she bit her lip as she brought one shaking leg across his body to perch her hips on either side of him. She was kneeling fully upright and still the tip of his dick brushed the soft skin between her legs before the rags around her hips fell down to hide it. She knelt for a second, his hot breath gusted against her naked chest and she braced her small hands on his chest, muscles just as hard as the stone floor, took a quivering breath and slowly lowered her hips.
She judged it well, the hard tip pressed against the wet, soft skin, and she bit her lip harder as she lowered herself, millimeters at a time, slowly wrapping around him until he penetrated into her and she let out half a gasp, half a sob, hating herself but unable to stop as she inched him inside her. Wet as she was, he was huge and thick and her insides were resisting him. She rose up, almost in pain, then slid down another inch, feeling the rock hard cock inside her pressing against the soft flesh of her vagina, and it made her legs shake so she almost fell. She had at least half of him inside her and felt as if she could do no more, she could barely breathe as it was, so she slowly squirmed her hips from side to side, leading his dick by the tip as her breath came hard and fast, her fingers curled against his chest as she slowly began to slide up and down the shaft that dripped with her juices, and she felt herself getting looser and hotter and she sped up...
The Evil King looked impassively at the young girl rolling her hips on top of him. Her eyes were shut tight though tears still squeezed under her lids, her firm breasts shook as she slid herself up and down, her nipples pale and solid, and her legs spread wide from under the rags at her hips that covered her groin, as if to hide the frantic, hot, dark movement underneath that he could feel growing faster, her pussy was warm and tight and wet and he smiled in satisfaction at her breath coming in sharp gasps as she took his cock to the limit inside her, her bubble butt shook and slapped against his thighs as she finally thrust his cock all the way into her. And all, he thought, by herself.
Malon's mind was numb and raw and red, she screwed her eyes shut to pretend she was somewhere else, with a handsome knight inside her instead of this monster, and she finally slid down his pussy-soaked shaft to her absolute limit. She felt her whole body clenching tight around his dick, hot, hard muscle just like the rippling stomach under her hands, and her thighs shook as she inhaled the hot smell of sex that rolled off her in waves, arousal and fear and shame and disgust all rolling into one package that hit her right in the chest as she shook, her mouth opened to gasp and she hunched forward, her whole body wrapped around the huge dick that punished her insides and she let out a silent, choking scream, clawing weakly at his skin as her mind left her and she let the orgasm take her, sobbing and screaming as her pussy quivered around him and a thin bead of her cum rolled down her thigh.
She felt it on her skin as her brain returned, mixed with sweat and pain between her legs, and she felt an immense hot wave of shame wash over her. She put her hand to her mouth and stifled a cry as she felt him twitch inside her, he had waited until she could think again to inflict another punishment, her legs were too weak to lift her off him and all she could think was please goddesses no...
She felt the hot spurt inside her, he throbbed and she gasped as the warm flood filled her body. It felt like it would never stop, and still he simply sat and stared impassively at her bleary, tearful eyes as he came inside her again and again, and finally she felt the hot trickle as cum spilled out of her aching, quivering pussy. Her hand was tight to her mouth, she was filled with disgust at him, fear of his power, fear of... of maybe getting pregnant.... and deep down, shame and guilt at how she had enjoyed it.
Malon took a deep breath, gathering her scraps of courage, and slowly eased her hips up, moaning as the thick cock slid out of her until it dropped, still erect, from her aching lips. With it came most of the flood, thick, hot liquid pouring out of her and splashing her legs, and she felt her heart in her throat. When she was off, she quickly shuffled back off him and lowered a wobbly foot to the floor, her hands self conciously crossing over her breasts and she took a hesitant step back.
'Malon.'
She shook at the word, and she opened her eyes again. He still lounged casually, eyes on hers, though his dick stood semi erect, wet from her body, and she tried not to choke at the sight of the remnants of his cum welling from the end.
'Clean up after yourself.'
She gave him a look of despair, she felt like crumpling in on herself and crying, but the power in his voice was overwhelming and she hesitantly leaned forwards to take him in her dry mouth, a shudder running through her at the salty taste of the thick liquid on her tongue. She ran her mouth over him, knowing that the sweet wetness on him was from her, and forced herself to swallow. She could probably throw up later, the part of her mind that still worked thought...
'Good.'
She staggered back at that, her body hunched in on itself, cupping her bare breasts with shaking hands, and thick cum still dribbled from between her legs to drip and pool on the floor. With a chance to flee, she reached one hand hesitantly toward the rag she discarded earlier that bound her chest-
'Leave it.' The rumble shook her like a leaf, and she looked at him with fresh tears in her eyes.
'Beautiful things should not be hidden, in a busy place like this. Be thankful you can keep the skirt. Now get out of my sight.'
He finally moved, dropping a hand to the forgotten wine bottle she had brought what felt like a week ago. She turned and half ran on faltering steps to the door, but halfway there the voice froze her in her tracks again.
'Remember. If I call for you again and you even consider disobeying for a second...' His voice was still calm and almost gentle, the voice of a reasonable man. 'Then I will let the gaurds have your friends. All of them, even the lizards. The thin one, Anju? I don't think she would last a minute.'
What resistance still burned in her was smothered right there, and slowly, in the grip of a golden gaze, she nodded.
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