Thread: The 'Legend' of Zelda (SnowGlassRoses)

What are you talking about? Ganondorf questioned, first a look of confusion, then simply a smirk. The end already came, little Zelda. Reckoning has come and went. And guess what? For this he leaned in even closer, were such a thing possible. And was his sight and touches upon her exposed body not horrid enough already, a gloved hand reached down to Zelda's side, to her waist, resting his palm on her bare hip in a touch of intimacy, fingers curling about her side in a closeness one might expect from a lover. Her discomfort was ever pleasant to him. It was you who received no mercy. A whisper. Your people. Harsh, set against her ear. Ganondorf moved from one ear to the other, shifting to the other side of Zelda's head, his eyes briefly closed in passing her face. Cry, little girl, he whispered to her left ear now, breath hot against fair, quivering skin. Cry your heart out. Hate me. I care nothing. You have been brought to justice for the crimes of your ancestors, and if you wish mercy your spine will have to break, much as my people have been broken over the generations. Cry! Your tears are goddamn delicious! He brought himself back to a hover over her. For a brief moment he pressed his larger forehead to hers, very brief, firm green against pale pink, eyes closed and breath upon her. I'm going to kill you, Ganondorf stated coolly, kneeling over the fallen Zelda. Not directly. He stood, eyes opening again, back straightening to his full seven feet. Over time, here in this cell. From your beating. I don't imagine your small frame can withstand this forever, nevermind the recent malnourishment. Speaking calmly, breathing calmly, he left the crying, naked teen to walk to the pile of toys he'd so carelessly chucked inside the cell a few minutes ago. It would be a shame to have you die after everything, but I don't think I would regret it. The shackles first. He threw them at her, lifted and tossed in the air. He reached to snatch up the second set while watching from the corner of his eye as the first landed on the elf's abdomen, rusted iron falling against her exposed belly. That was enough for another smirk. Ganondorf straightened again and walked back to the fallen royalty. He leaned down to take her legs again, the right first, pulling her leg straight so hard that her ass lifted off the stone, her weight shifting to her lower back. Holding her slightly in the air like that he set the shackle around her ankle, locking it in place. It was cold. It would chafe. Poor baby. He dropped her ass back to the stone and reached to her opposite foot, lifting her again for ease of his height to attach the other end of the shackle. Holding her leg like this gave the King another perfect glimpse of the teen's vagina, of her hairy fucking cunt, blonde pubic curls dancing about intimate folds that were already starting to bruise. Laughing, low and guttural, he dropped her again. Ganondorf leaned over more to grab the young girl by the hair and by an arm. He harshly whipped her over, shoving her in one direction until her chest and face were to the stone and her bare backside in plain view. The Gerudo pulled the shackles out from beneath her, which she'd been flipped over upon, and twisted each of Zelda's wrists behind her back. No mercy. Not an ounce. Not an inch. Her ankles chained, her wrists chained, he took hold of her hair again with one hand and the chain between her arms with the other, lifting her in a rather painful manner to a stand every bit of force from the movement either pulled at her hair or twisted her arms behind her back higher than they were ever meant to go. Despite everything there's some irony to be had here. I'm powerless to stop this. Ganondorf shoved the petite Hylian forward. Perhaps too hard instead of making it to the wall the short length of chain between her ankles caused her to stumble halfway there. Thankfully he was quick to step forward to catch Zelda by the hair, thus saving her the pain of falling face first and instead replacing it with another. He jerked her to a stand again and shoved her this time up against the wall. You're the only one here who can make this end. He stepped back. Back a few more feet. Kneeling, Ganondorf grabbed the long leather whip from among the few pieces of rope on the cold stone floor. Not me. He cracked the whip, lashing what from then on would be a very permanent scar diagonally across the young maiden's back.