Thread: The 'Legend' of Zelda (SnowGlassRoses)

Each strike brought with it, a most searing and unbearable pain that far surpassed the torment of its precursor. While the length of the whip cut deeply into its precise target, splitting the porcelain white flesh as easily as a sword through a silken cloth, the frayed tips of the whip lashed in unruly direction cutting against the sides of Zeldas neck, across her tender nipples, and at the very curve of her inner thighs With the second strike, Zelda bit down upon her lip..Attempting to hold in the pitiful shriek that had escaped her before..But the third came too fast, and too harshCutting near into the bone of her arm perhaps from the force of the blowWith a mournful cry, the Princess body buckled, pushing forth against the stone wall as if she could very well hide herself from the Gerudos villainous torture.. Blood pooled within the fresh gashes upon Zeldas slender back, weeping down the curves of her body staining the former perfection of her figure.Bloodied rain drops upon pure, white snow...Strands of Zeldas golden tresses became stuck to the fresh wounds, tinting the ends so that when her head reeled from side to side in agony, tiny pinpricks of blood were spread upon her shoulders. Even amidst the shrill cries, the horrific lesions upon her bodyThe absolute state of agonizing despair that the former noble was trapped within, her radiance proved far more stubborn than her heart. Zeldas beauty still was near-divine in the wake of such a tragic display With head bowed in shame, Zelda could not see the perverse enjoyments of the villainous King behind herShe could not see his sick, twisted lustings over her anguishHis satisfaction nay, his pleasure whilst observing her misery She could not hear his carnal grunts, the sound of his palm slicking against his growing arousal..Nor would she want to hear, even if the screaming inside of her head would subside for just one moment The pain was overwhelming..To the point where Zelda near lost control of herself...Screaming out, despite her will, for Nayru, her blessed deity, to protect her from such monsters...Out loud, Zelda only screamed the Goddess nameFor according to Hylian tradition, speaking the name of a deity could invoke their power, if said speaker was accordingly righteous Inside, she was pleading, begging for this hell to endBut the Sacred Realm would not open for the Princess of Destiny...Not even a ray of light that could alleviate her pain even for a moment When his hand clasped down upon her shoulder, Zelda was whipped about with such force that she nearly succumbed to the dizzy spells that had been plaguing her...Blood rushing to her head, causing her sight to dim for just long enough for the chains around her ankles to once again to cause her to stumbleInstead of being caught by her hair, the brute caught her by the throatforcing her up against the wall so that the loose debris would scrape inside of the whip lashes..Blinking tears away,Zelda lifted her head slightly as she struggled for breath..Perhaps he did not even realize he was crushing her throatHis hand quite easily wrapped around her neck after allShe was but a candle, with a small wick of a neck, but an infuriatingly stubborn flame One he would have to do far more than lick his fingers together to snuff out. The lash to her front was far more excruciating than those upon her backThe whip directly slicing down upon her breast..Zelda howled, a sound reminiscent of if one was to slay one of the Great FairiesA serenely devastating cry, almost musical in its anguish Falling to her knees before the cruel, malicious King, Zelda folded over herselfSuch a small, lithe figure, curled up into an even smaller sightBlood trickling in all directions, staining even the golden curls between her thighs Even stillthat willful flame, peered up through teary, strained eyes..Her lips quivering, her face a ghastly pale from the loss of bloodEven still, she glared at him..Defiantly You are no King..Just a brute withwith