Sheika Slates, Cameras, and Guardians, oh my

The newly naked princess shook her head in disgust as her eyes landed upon her Sheika Slate. Having dropped it in the middle of the monster attack, and distracted by a menagerie of misfortunes, she may have forgotten about one of her most prized possessions. Just then, a horrifying thought crossed the blushing blonde's mind. She'd left her slate in camera mode.

With great care and trepidation, the princess retrieved the device. Her fears were well met. Not only had she left the device on camera mode, the bumbling monsters seemed to have damaged it. A gallery longer than Zelda would like to fully acknowledge displayed the entirety of her ordeal. The monsters stripping away her clothing, her statuesque dilemma, and now her fully exposed self staring gormlessly into the lens. With a mix of shame and frustration, the princess struggled in vain to close the application and begin the arduous task of deleting the pictures one by one. To her absolute dismay, the monsters managed to damage the user interface, and activate some sort of automatic camera.

The damnable device refused to acknowledge her frantic fingering or voice commands, and no matter which way she turned the device it seemed determined to capture the nearest subject in its lens. Zelda resolved to carry the slate turned on its side such that it could not get a clear image of her indecency in one hand, and modestly cover her elegant lady bits with the other. Much to her chagrin, the slime's effects had not yet fully dissipated, and every step or careless brush of her fingers sent a jolt of excitement through her spine.

The princess aimed herself towards the ruins of the plateau in the hopes of finding one of the old shrines. No-one ever visited such places, and if by some cruel plan of the goddess her luck should change, she might find refuge inside. "I must be some sight to see, parading around like an imbecile. Breasts exposed and posterior on display like some human chattel. I simply cannot allow Link or father to see me like this. I could never live down such shame." The princess's self demeaning thoughts occupied her mind entirely as she walked the path to the shrine by instinct. Perhaps she ought have paid more attention to the road...

The damaged Sheika slate, whose screen Zelda intentionally avoided, fell upon the many guardians surrounding the ancient shrine. The princess had always known the guardians to be slumbering relics, though she wished dearly for the power to awaken them. Though at this precise moment, it would be... undesirable for such a wish to come true. The princess continued her march, a delicate hand guarding her most feminine anatomy. She could feel the subtle bouncing of her modest breasts. The chilled winds of spring kept her exposed nipples painfully erect. Any attempts to calm them reminded the princess of her increased sensitivity, and only made their prominence more pronounced. Her posterior laid in similarly open display. She could only imagine the oogling that would ensue should someone find her in such a **** state.

While the princess pondered such intrusive thoughts, a blue glow awakened in the guardians around her. The princess finally reached the door to the shrine, locked as usual. While she pondered how she would finally breach the entryway, a hulking shadow towered above her from behind. Before she could so much as shriek in surprise, a powerful mechanical limb pinned the princess to the ground. In a flash of light, the princess lost consciousness.

The eerie blue glow of an inner sanctum greeted Zelda as she groggily regained her senses. She would have called for help, or at least wailed in agonized terror, but a hard, pulsating object filled her mouth in it's entirety. Worse still, she could feel something warm and squishy pulsating up and down her throat. Attempts to dislodge the object were quickly foiled for the fact that her hands were utterly unresponsive. She could feel her fingers **** into a fist around a sphere, while a mit of some fashion contained the her hands from the wrists up. The wrists themselves were secured by a cable which ran along the sensitve curves at the junction of her hips and thighs. The predicament left her labia and pubic mound accentuated by the deep "V" of the straps. No doubt her buttocks was similarly "enhanced" by the binding's placement. Her knees were **** apart by a glowing blue bar, and a matching device kept her ankles more than shoulder width apart.

The princess struggled and strained against her bonds until her stamina gave out. Surely, this could not get any worse. The soft clicking of her Sheika slate suggested otherwise. To her horror, the device now sat on a pedestal faceing her. It's glowing screen documented her predicament in **** detail. All poor Zelda could do was watch helplessly as the gallery filled up in real time with an endless parade of photographs capturing her captivity.

The whirring of machines nearby suggested things were not going to be improving anytime soon.