Tribute to the Dark Lord

Tribute to the Dark Lord

Foreward (3/16/07): I've decided that this is actually part of the backstory for my *other* fic, The Misadventures of Link..... for whatever that's worth...

by Moranos of Valinor

Disclaimer: This story contains characters and locations which are the intellectual property of Nintendo. These names and places are used without permission. This story earns its author no profit and makes no attempt to detract from the profitability of the trademarks herein.

This story is a companion piece to "The Misadventures of Link."

Note: this contains graphic rape. I just offer this as an alternative to what’s come before.

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Ganondorf strode proudly from the throne room of Hyrule castle to his temporary quarters. He was smugly pleased. His meeting with the King had gone all too well, and his threats had been sufficient to force the King into paying tribute. The guards saluted as he entered his room. A Royal messenger awaited him.

"Sir!" he said, snapping to attention. "The King bids you rest for a while, until your first gift of Hyrule's tribute arrives in your quarters."

"Thank you," rumbled Ganondorf, folding his arms and looking smugger than ever. "But do not try my patience! I have great matters to attend to."

"As you wish, m'lord!" The messenger left quickly.

===

The King wearily took to his comfortable chair in his personal chambers. Impa stood by, arms folded across her impressive chest, shaking her head.

"My Lord, this has gone too far," she said. "Granting the Gerudo some horses, land, crops, money, even troops... that's one thing. But you've simply gone too far."

The King waved her comments aside, taking a long pull from the dark colored liquor in the glass he held. Coughing slightly, he replied, "I know, Impa." Tears welled in his eyes. "But she's our only hope of forestalling invasion." He emptied his glass, and reached for the decanter on a table next to his chair. "But some good may come of it. In return, we pay no tribute for the first year.."

Impa rolled her eyes for what felt like the millionth time that evening. "Yes, some good. Indeed!" she snorted sarcastically, "Our Princess might actually benefit from the ordeal. Maybe even grow into a proper lady." She shook her head. "No, she'll be utterly destroyed by this madness."

The King's head hung loosely after he downed another glass of the Hylian whisky. "I know,' he whimpered softly.

===

Zelda was awoken early in the night by pounding at her door. The guards didn't wait for to answer, and the door banged open.

"My Lady, your wishes you to be immediately escorted to the chambers of our esteemed guest. Please make yourself presentable," the guard said.

"What?" Zelda mumbled, groggy and bleary eyed. "How long is this going to take?"

The guard shrugged his shoulders. "I wasn't told, exactly... but it will not be brief." He tossed a large velvet drawstring bag to Zelda, which she caught with deft fingers.

"What's this?"

"That's what you'll be wearing," he said. "We'll be outside when you're ready to go."

===

Zelda felt awkward as she was escorted through the halls of the castle. If her heart hadn't been pounding so viciously, she thought, she might look somewhat comical. Dressed in a white dress (with a huge slit up one side, revealing her left leg whenever she took a step), white corset which didn’t cover her breasts, stockings and high heels, she felt like this was all some cruel joke. The guards wouldn't say who she was visiting, and she wasn't sure. There were a handful of dignitaries staying in the castle at any given time, but she couldn't guess who might have been granted the pleasure of her visit, or why she was dressed as she was. Her face was flushed with fear and uncertainty by the time she arrived at Ganondorf's quarters.

One of the two men guarding the door brought a small signal trumpet to his lips and played a short pure note. Shortly, the door swung open, revealing the Gerudo thief in all his splendour.

"Ahh! Princess Zelda! So kind of you to join me for the evening! Won't you come in?" he sneered, signaling to the guards escorting Zelda. She was shoved, roughly, through the door. The Gerudo slammed the door, Zelda heard it being barred from the outside.

Fear assaulted Zelda, the desire to run overpowering her. But there was nowhere to go!

"My pretty little Princess," Ganondorf rumbled, slowly stalking towards her. "Do you know why you're here?"

"No sir," she squeaked, trembling and backing away from him, directly towards a large bed in the back of the room.

"I'll tell you, then," he said, louder, as she bumped into the bed. "Your King has agreed to pay tribute to me," he growled, pushing her backwards so she fell onto the bed, "so that I will not invade and destroy his Kingdom." He grabbed the hem of her dress in both hands, continuing to growl, "And in lieu of the first six months of heavy taxes, gifts of horses and war material, you are to spend the night with me!" He tore her dress in two with such sudden violence that she shrieked.

Ganondorf moved quicly, and before Zelda knew what had happened, she was lying on her back, her head hanging from the edge of the bed, and her wrists were handcuffed to the bedposts. Her eyes widened in horror, she watched, upside down, as Ganondorf removed his trousers. His already erect cock sprang to attention, and he moved all nine inches of it near the girl's face.

"Now, my little whore," he said, "you will service me, or your father will die, your people will die, and YOU will die!" As the girl began to sob miserably, his cock touched her lips, coaxing her mouth open. He held her head between his hands and began to feed his large member into her mouth. "There's a good girl," he said, pressing inward to that she gagged. "It is useless to resist."

Zelda fought hopelessly against her bonds as the man's cock brought more tears to her eyes. With every thrust, she found his cock invading her mouth deeper and deeper, choking her with his slow but relentless rhythm. She wanted to puke, to force his cock out of her, before she remembered that she hadn't had dinner... her father's punishment for some imagined offense earlier in the day. Out of sheer terror, she submitted slightly to the brutal treatment. A strange feeling grew in her chest as the cock filled her throat, plunging deeper and deeper inside of her...

Ganondorf grunted with pleasure, as he violated the princess’ mouth. Feeling his load about to burst, he pulled out, holding the tip of his cock just inside her mouth, so that his cum gushed into her unwilling mouth. She gagged as he pulled out, spraying half of his load across her face.

She continued to sob, trying to spit out the sticky mess, but the man's hands quickly clamped her jaw shut. "No, swallow it like a good little whore!" he rumbled at her, menacingly. Fearing further punishmen, or just that she'd choke, she did as she was told. The hot cum, as she swallowed it, added to the strange feeling within her. Her face and chest were flushed bright red, and she was panting, sobbing.

"Now for my second course," Ganondorf muttered, moving onto the bed so he crouched between her knees. He tore off the g-string covering Zelda’s pussy, leaving her in nothing but the corset and stockings. She fought to keep her knees together, but the man’s strength was too much for her. “Now now, no struggling! If you’re going to fight back we’ll have to do this the hard way,” he said, reaching for a rope hidden under the bed. he tied it around her knees and ran it under the bed, so it held her legs apart at an uncomfortable angle.

Zelda could feel her cunt open slightly as her legs were pulled apart. She closed her eyes, not wanting to see what she knew was going to happen. Then, to her surprise, she felt something wet, slippery, and soft teasing her cunt and labia. She strained her head to look, and saw Ganondorf’s evil eyes staring back up at her as he ate the girl’s pussy. He began to massage her ass with one hand, while feeling her chest with the other. Her nipples were hard...

The man took a moment to breathe and spoke. “You will submit to me, Zelda, Princess of Hyrule,” he commanded her. “Whether you choose to or not, your body will obey me,” he said, fingering her cunt with his rough fingers, which were greeted by Zelda’s moisture.

“No!” she moaned in desperation, “it feels horrible! I’ll never give myself to you!”

“Bullshit!” he spat, chuckling to himself evilly. “Already your body is responding to my touch. Look!” he held up his fingers, glistening in the juice from the girl’s virgin snatch.

Zelda groaned in disgust. Waves of guilt washed over her as the Gerudo placed his tongue back into her snatch, teasing her viciously. She felt dirty... horribly dirty, and guilty. But an alarming thought began to grow in the back of her mind: what the man was doing felt good. She sobbed miserably, gasping for air. Whether she knew it or not, she began to gasp in rhythm with Ganondorf’s tongue flicking her tiny clitoris.

“Such a good girl,” the man teased her. “You’re wetter than a Kakariko whore!” He sat up, girl cum dripping down his chin. He grabbed his throbbing cock and began to rub it against her dripping cunt. “You’re just about ready..”

“No! Please stop! Please! I beg of you...”

“You lying little bitch,” he said, beginning to slowly and relentlessly push himself into Zelda’s virgin cunt. “You say no, but your dirty little snatch says ‘fuck me.’ See how much you like it!”

“Fuck!” she screamed, for Ganondorf had just slammed his entire cock fully into her virgin cunt. She could feel her flesh tearing, and feel the blood oozing. The sensation was overwhelming, and she fought to keep her body under control. Her cunt tightened against the intruding cock, only heightening the man’s pleasure. She could hardly see, and the pain of her lost virginity and of her rough bondage was hellish.

“It is your destiny, Princess,” Ganondorf hissed, pleasure assaulting his cock as the girl tightened her grip upon it in a vain effort to expel it from her body. “Your body has accepted me. Your mind is next!”

The helpless princess fought to keep her mind in control of her body, but it was useless. Her body was responding to the man’s treatment, and he posessed some power that overwhelmed her ability to resist. The evil thought in the back of her mind grew stronger, pleasure beginning to work its way into her mind while the Gerudo hammered his cock into her pussy. Horrible guilt made her shudder in disgust. Was she really this worthless? Did her father really hate her enough to do this to her?

The guilt and pleasure in her mind grew to horrible proportions. She fought to maintain control, but her body had forsaken her and was revelling her violation. She vainly fought to keep her sobs from turning into delighted moans, but it was useless. She could feel the orgasm building within her and she was powerless to stop it.

Ganondorf waited until orgasm was almost upon her, and then removed his cock a heartbeat before she could plunge over the edge into blissful orgasm. The girl gasped, horrified. The man laughed, revelling in his power over the girl.

“And what’s upsetting you now? Are you saying you dont’ want me to stop yet?”

Zelda mumbled, hardly able to see, only aware of the feeling between her legs, of her own guilt, and how dirty she felt. She willed herself to stay silent, but her mouth disobeyed her. “Please...” she mumbled.

“Please what, whore?” He teased her mercilessly.

“Fuck... “ She couldn’t see. All hope left her.

“Yes? Fuck what, you filthy bitch?”

“Fuck my pussy so I can---“

She was interrupted as Ganondorf drove his cock into her so hard that the ropes around her legs creaked. In a few seconds, she was unaware of the expletives coming from her own mouth, fighting to keep herself from enjoying the orgasm that tore through her body.

===

Mere hours later, Ganondorf sent the Princess from his room, broken and unconscious. She awoke in her own bed. All she could think of was Link. She found the Ocarina of Time on her nightstand, and held it in her hands.

“Zelda...” came a soft voice from the shadows in the corner of the room. Impa had been watching her since she returned. “You must leave here, now.”

“Oh Impa... I,” Zelda cast her eyes down, looking at the ocarina. So dirty... so guilty... so worthless.

“Zelda, listen to me,” Impa said, coming over and holding the girl’s chin up, forcing her to make eye contact. “You are a beautiful, intelligent, and kind young lady. Ganondorf is the most evil man in all of Hyrule, and he will pay the ultimate price for raping you,” Impa spoke softly. “But now, we need to leave, just you and I. The palace isn’t safe anymore.”

Zelda burst into tears. “But why did Father send me to...”

Impa knelt down, staring at Zelda eye-to-eye. “Your father’s mind has been corrupted by Ganondorf,” she said. “You aren’t safe in his Kingdom any longer, unless you learn to protect yourself.”

In the dead of night, they mounted one of the King’s fastest horses. Zelda rode in front of Impa, carrying nothing but the ocarina. Impa saw Link just as the drawbridge landed, but spurred the horse onward. “We can’t stop now, dear,” she told Zelda.

“But I--”

“No girl! If we stop now, Ganondorf will catch you! Link will hardly be in any danger if you’re not around. Leave him!”

Without another word, Zelda threw the ocarina as hard as she could, aiming for Link. But the ancient instrument sailed over his head and into the moat. As Link faded from view in the night, she could barely make him out as he turned to face the mighty Ganondorf. She would not see him again for seven years....