Zelda In A Brothel

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"People speaking"
'Zelda thinking'

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Castle Town always buzzed with activity; there were merchants calling out their wares, housewives gossiping in the marketplace and an occasional bard giving a public performance. But to today there were also unusually many soldiers down in the town. They went from door to door and searched people’s homes, they asked questions in the streets and every now and then they’d seize someone and bring him up to the castle. Yesterday had been the same. It was the princess they were looking for. She had disappeared from the castle and the king had ordered a wild search. Not a single street went neglected, but yet they had found nothing.

Nightfall found a young girl sobbing quietly in a street in West Castle Town. Zelda had snuck out of the castle two nights previously. She had dyed her hair in brown and dressed up as a peasant girl, and then she had left together with a group of farmers who had pleaded with the king. Zelda thought their cause had been dumb but she was happy for the cover their numbers provided.

At first, Zelda had been overwhelmed by her newfound freedom. But soon she had come to realize that life in the castle had had its good sides after all. Down in the town there was no such thing as a free meal – and Zelda had brought neither money nor valuables. At first she had tried begging for some rupees, but when the soldiers came down from the castle she had been forced to hide for large parts of the days, and during the night she slept in the streets. Yet she did not want to return to the castle life – at least not yet. Life at the court was eating her soul out. 'Be there, do that and don’t forget to smile! “Oh no, you can’t do that. It’s not appropriate for a princess!”' Zelda wanted an adventure, something different from her everyday boredom. Yet her current situation was an unpleasant one.

As the princess wiped a tear out of her eyes a rather fat woman with red hair and a quite expensive-looking yellow dress walked up to her. “Why are you crying little one? Don’t you have a place to stay the night?”

“N-no, I don’t.” Zelda answered, with tears running down her cheeks and a sobbing voice.

“Oh poor you. But don’t worry, Madame Aroma has got a bed and some food to spare. Tell me, what’s your name?” She spoke as she offered Zelda a hand.

“Thank you, thank you very much madam. I am…” She struggled to produce a lie. “… I am Tetra.” Zelda grabbed her hand and got up. Together they walked down the streets until they got to one of the town’s more notorious quarters, but Zelda paid to no mind to where they were heading.

Zelda thanked the old lady sweetly for the meal, dearly for the bath and exaltedly for the dress. It was dark green reached her ankles. There was a cut to show off her left leg and she wore a pair of gloves in matching color that reached just over her elbow. It was of woolen. Compared to what the nobility wore at court this one looked cheap, and no noble woman would ever had put on something that left as much of the shoulders bare as this one. Zelda though it looked vulgar. Her father would never have allowed it on, and that’s why she loved it.

“Tetra, I’d like you to meet the rest of my girls. They’re staying next door, that’s my place too. Come on, the houses are connected. We’ll just walk through this door here.”

“Sure Ma’am. I’d love to meet some people.”

Zelda got up and followed Madame Aroma. The first room they came to in the other house was a large one. The walls were plentifully clothed and a large red carpet covered most of the floor. In the middle of it sat a girl with burning red locks and a tunic to match. Her legs were bare.

“Tetra, this is Cassandra. Cassandra, this is Tetra. She will be staying in the empty room. Why don’t you show her to it?” Madame Aroma wasted no time waiting for a response; she turned around and walked back into the other house.

Cassandra told Zelda about her past when a bell rang somewhere in the house. She had used to pick pockets for a living, but Madame Aroma had saved her from the streets.

“Come on Tetra, we can’t let the customer wait!” Zelda looked perplexed. “Oh silly me, I forgot to tell you. When that bell rings it means we’ve got a customer. Let’s go! Else someone else will have him.”

When Cassandra and Zelda reached the common room several other girls were already there. They stood in on end if the room and posed for a man who stood by the door in the other end. He wore a pink overall and had a huge brown mustache. Cassandra appeared to recognize him; “Oh no, it’s that sissy Ingo again. He summons all the girls and takes his time eyeing everyone, but in the end he always walks away with…”

But Zelda listened no further. 'This-is-a-brothel. This is a brothel. I’ve gotten myself housing in a brothel. And they probably expect me to work as a whore too!' “Ahhhhhhh!” Zelda ran off yelling. She headed straight for her room and threw the door closed behind her. A look through the window showed a patrol of soldiers down on the street below. “Darn, now I can’t even leave this place.” Zelda threw herself at the bed and burrowed her head in the pillow.

When Cassandra found her quiet sobs filled the room. “Oh come one Tetra, don’t tell me you didn’t know what this was?”

Zelda replied with a teary voice: “This is a brothel. You are a whore. They are all whores, aren’t they?”

“But Tetra, you are a whore too now! Don’t be so prudent about it. This is a nice job compared to life in the street. And some customers are just wonderful!” Her eyes were unfocused and dreamy as she said the last.

Zelda stared at her in disbelief.

“You are a virgin, aren’t you Tetra?” Cassandra needed no reply. “I know exactly how to cure you of these prejudiced opinions. You need to taste the pleasures of the flesh.”

She walked up to Zelda with short, quick steps and sat down beside her on the bed. Her hand found its way beneath Zelda’s dress and dug into her vagina. With a jerk Zelda rose till she sat upright, her hands reached out and tried to push Cassandra away.

“Stop Cassandra, that’s – that’s my private parts... Mmmmahhh!” Zeldas voice betrayed her and her hands lacked focused strength; Cassandra brushed her off and continued fingering her pussy which now had gotten really wet. “Ah. I feel so great!” Zelda fell back on her back.

Cassandra leaned in close to her face. “This is the pleasure of this job. You’ll like it, you like it very much even now.”

‘Ding-ding-ding.’ The bell rang.

Cassandra pulled away and rose to her feet.

Zelda looked horrified. “No! Don’t stop!” She reached down and began fingering herself. But Cassandra would have none of it; she grabbed her arm and pulled it away.

“Oh no Tetra. We’ve got a customer,” She laughed. “If you’re lucky maybe you get to feel the real thing. Come on!” She grabbed Zelda and jerked her out of bed. “Come on! We better hurry.” Together they ran to the common room.

By the door stood Madame Aroma accompanied by a soldier. He was tall and wore a captain’s clothing. His eyes scanned the room. They found Zelda’s, and stuck there.

“But Madame, why didn’t you tell me you had a new girl?”

“I didn’t? How forgetful of me,” Aroma threw a glance at Zelda. Greed was in her eyes. “Do you, want to try her?”

“Yes surely. You know I’ve tried them all.” With long steps and a grin on his face he crossed the room, his gaze locked on his target.

Zelda merely looked confused. Part of her wanted to run away, it told her that what this man wanted to do with her was disgraceful, degrading even. 'I am the princess, not a whore, and this is a bloody brute!' Yet arousal still held her body in tight clutches. It kept her in place and forced her to meet his gaze and feel belittled. The closer he got the more her mind urged her to run and the greater her arousal grew.

“Hello little Miss.” Zelda did not reply, nor she did not look away, and she didn’t move. He walked closer, one hand found its way under her ass and the other behind her back. He picked her up and carried her away.

“I am Fero, captain of the guards. Don’t tell me your name miss. I don’t want to know it till after. You know miss, most of the girls try to make themselves look sexy for me. You merely stood there. Still trying to keep your decency, are you? But you won’t have any decency once you get going, none of you have. Welma and Kera are prideful girls who try to look down on me, yet they take pleasure in being broken. Cassandra looks sweet and innocent, yet she’s the wildest of them all. You look prissy, but I bet you’re the sluttiest one. You will do anything.” They reached a bedroom and Fero threw her at the bed. “I think I’ll best make you drop that facade if this is to be enjoyable.”

He walked up to her and cradled her breasts. Gently he rubbed them; up and down, left and right. Zelda moaned. “You want this feeling don’t you? You want more. You want me to get down in-between those legs, don’t you?”

“Yes, yes. Yes I do.” She meant it.

“Look, the slut speaks!” He pulled up her dress, shoved her legs apart and then knelt down beside the bed. He leant in and his tongue shot out. It found her vagina; he licked up her juices and tickled her clitoris. Zelda moaned loudly. Then he stopped.

“No, no, no. Continue, please don’t stop!” Zelda cried out.

“Oh no. If the slut wants her orgasm she has to earn it. Get up!” Zelda rose from the bed and Fero forced her onto her knees. “Open your mouth.”

Zelda did as she was told, but couldn’t help to wonder; 'He isn’t going to… is he?' He grabbed her head and thrusted it forward, onto his cock. He shoved it all the way into her mouth and down the throat. He moaned and Zelda gagged. She wanted to pull away, but his hand was too strong; she wanted to scream, but his cock muffled the sound and it came out as a moan.

“You even enjoy sucking a cock. Didn’t I tell you what a slut you were? I want to call you by a name now, and it won’t be your own. Me and my patrol have been working our asses off searching for the missing princess these last days. Did you know that you look a lot like her? Wrong hair color and you’re way too filthy, but the rest. Yeah, you look a lot alike. All the trouble I’ve been through lately… When I finally find that little bitch I’d like to force her down and make her take my cock in her mouth, just like you, but I can’t. The king would have me flayed. So I’ll pretend that you are her instead. Of course Zelda is a noble woman with a fiery heart, not a slutty whore who degrades herself with her every breath. She’d never submit to a man like you do, but I can always dream, can’t I? Come on my slutty little princess, use your tongue more.”

Zelda blushed. 'I’ve fallen far, haven’t I? I’m really acting like a little whore.' Shame filled Zelda, but she took pleasure in the shame. She wanted to sink further, so she obeyed him. Her tongue assaulted his cock and he moaned. Then, he pulled out and let go of her.

Zelda collapsed on the floor, head down and ass in the air.

Fero stared at her ass, round and firm. “You are no better than an animal, so I’m going to take you like one. Zelda the dog, that’s who you’ll be.”

He walked up behind her and grabbed her ass. His cock found her pussy and he pulled her back towards him, enveloping his cock. He thrusted and she screamed. It was a scream of pleasure. Zelda’s first orgasm rushed through her body and everywhere it touched tension was driven away. Zelda’s mind was no more, only a single desire remained. Every muscle in her body worked towards that desire; back and forth, back and forth.

Zelda came again, and she fell limp to the floor. But captain Fero was not done yet. He kept thrusting – and Zelda kept receiving orgasms - for some time before pulling out. He walked around Zelda and grabbed her hair. Zelda rose to her knees as he pulled her hair. She raised her eyes and their gazes met; his was focused and wild, her was cloudy and lost.

“Do you know why you are the sluttiest of all the whores in this brothel? Because you will beg me to cum in your face.”

Zelda knew only that she wanted to get filthier. “Please captain Fero. Please let your slutty princess have your cum in her face.”

He began jerking his cook and soon white sticky fluid shot out and hit Zelda on the chin, in the eye, in the hair and on the lips. The soldier cried out in pleasure as he came.

Zelda remained lying on the floor after he had left. Some cum tickled her on the lips, she tasted it. Warm and salty. She licked it up. Then she wiped her chin and eye clean with her hand. She stuck her finger into her mouth and licked it clean. Still warm and salty. Zelda felt lower than the lowest. She had given herself, body and soul, to a stranger. And she had enjoyed every second of it. For the first time her whole self had been devoted towards a single goal. She had done what she wanted, not what her father wanted, nor what the public wanted. She had done what she wanted and she had loved it. She had tasted the pleasure of freedom and she was not about to give it up. She rose and returned to her room; eagerly awaiting her next customer.

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Edit (160309): Upon reviewers' request, I've broken up the dialogue. I also fixed a problem with some missing italics.