Link! Sort of...

Zelda had not had the best day thus far. After a freezing dip in the moat surrounding Hyrule Castle, she'd been beset by chus and lost most of her clothing. Worse, she'd been left hyper-stimulated and locked in underwear turned icy chastity implements. Just when she'd managed to break herself free of that particular prison, she'd run headlong into a talus. Now she sat bound, gagged, and blindfolded. Oh, and her frustrated womanhood pressed firmly into the tormenting edge of a cruelly vibrating crystal.

The defiled princes would have some choice words for the sadistic bastard of a sorcerer responsible for the rod of frustration lodged squarely against her dripping, swollen labia. As though possessed of a mind all its own, the stubborn tormentor would hum to life, bringing Zelda to a squirming, needy mess. On the breath of a climax, the rod went agonizingly still, only to randomly repeat the cycle on a whim when the unfortunate damsel least expected. Were she the sort to blurt explicatives, the heiress to Hyrule might've filled the air with damnations. Unfortunately for her, the stone phallus occupying her mouth garbled her every protestation into nonsensical gurgles and moans.

After what felt like an eternity, a strange rumbling rattled the ground and the princess's restraints. The distinct whistle of an arrow followed with a mighty >BOOM< brought a complex mixture of fear and relief to Zelda's heart. Surely that insufferable goon of a swordsman had found her, and soon she'd be free. Free, stark naked, and absolutely dripping from her nethers. The crown princess of Hyrule reduced to a simmering mess, helpless before her father's errand boy. She could not live down such humiliation if she lived ten thousand life times. On the other hand, mayhaps the good knight would the lady relieve her... frustrations.

Zelda nearly broke free of her bonds of her own accord as she recoiled from the lurid thoughts filling her needy mind. Surely this was purely the work of her fatigue and temptation. She would never harbor such filthy thoughts, especially betwixt her burning, hungry loins and Link's... >KA-BOOM!< An explosion of stone violently rent the princess from both her self-loathing, and her earthen prison. Her naked form lay sprawled along soft grass, and light flooded her vision.

As her senses returned, the princess found her savior in the midst of a heated battle with the talus that had tormented her so. A small piece of her wanted to watch the foul beast felled in wonderfully violent fashion. A larger part than she wanted to admit wanted to see her hero in action. Flowing hair and steel blue eyes brought a familiar want to her heart... and other, less demure places. However, the far greater part of her realized the danger of her current predicament. Her feet were flying across the fields of the Great Plateau faster than they'd ever fled before. Zelda ran on reaction alone, darting between tree trunks, leaping small gaps with grace, and barreling through foliage with... significantly lesser grace.

The princess's world was all a spinning blur, her senses twisting further and further as she ran to utter exhaustion. The sky and ground tumbled and blended together in a strange, vertigo-inducing whirl. The howling cold of the wind highlighted the burning heat of her breath, and the fire of her exposed loins. The cacophony of birdsong and wind about her ears nearly drowned out what she could scarcely recognize as wild shouting. As she wheezed and gasped hungrily for air, her senses returned. The sky found its rightful place above her, her muscles ached and her lungs howled in overuse. And of course, her ears now clearly understood the hysteric shouting of her previously unnoticed company.

"What the FUCK is wrong with you!?!"

Well... that certainly wasn't Link. Indeed, it was two hylian women. Not exactly ideal, given her current state of dress... or well, lack of dress. All things considered, it well could have been much, much worse. To stumble upon another monster would've been disastrous. Had it been a group of guardsmen or traders, Zelda might've died of embarrassment. Humiliating as it was to be stark naked and trembling before these women, at least they wouldn't be of much mind to gawk at her... probably.

"Do you have ANY idea how long we've been looking for hearty truffles?" One of the women screamed, red in the face and nearly ripping out her own hair in frustration. "And YOU come crashing through the forest like a wild pig and trample them to dust?" The other chimed in, similarly furious. Zelda gave a pained glance over her shoulder. Sure enough, a path of crushed mushrooms lay strewn in her wake. The princess lifted her bare foot, only to find smeary bits of truffle lining the soft soles of her feet, and squished between her petit toes.

"You FUCKING whore! It's bad enough you're streaking through the forest for kicks. Now you go around crushing priceless mushrooms!" "Do you have any idea how long it took us to FIND those? What we had to go through to get here?" "Oh you're going to be sorry you fucking PERVERT." The women went back and forth in their admonishments, grasping Hyrule's heiress by her arms as they continued their verbal tirade.

"Unhand me, I am your princess!" Zelda scolded as the women started grasping her more firmly. She regretted her words nearly as soon as they left her lips. "Oh, well excuuuuse us princess!" "Hadn't realized we were in such auspicious company." "We should've recognized the regal attire!" The women mocked as they perused and prodded their flustered captive. "What kind of idiots do you think we are?" "Now, now, maybe she thinks she's the princess of Whore-rule." "Well I think we ought to teach her highness a lesson about defaming real royals." "Agreed dear sister, can't have little sluts fowling the name of our dear country."

"I swear to you, if you'd only listen I'm ... >omph<" As Zelda attempted to plead her case, the mushroom sisters grew rather impatient with their quarry. The tough flesh of an ironshroom filled the princess's mouth mid sentence. It's tough, chewy flesh refused to yield to her protestations. Nothing more than gurgles and a few rivulets of drool could eek past the unyielding intrusion. "I think we have just the thing for dirty little sluts who think they deserve to be treated like princesses." A strange, pink mushroom was brought before the princess. Lithe and swirling to a narrow, steeply tapering tip, it was strange and foreign shroom. Were she in less hostile circumstances, the princess almost certainly would have delighted in inquiring about every facet of this new discovery. In her present circumstances, she was far, far less thrilled when the perturbed woman took the mushroom from her sight and pressed it teasingly against her most notable royal asset. Worse still, after all her previous stimulations since the early morning, Zelda couldn't help herself as her hips began to grind against the source of her posterior stimulation. She would later blame the chu jelly and that damn crystal. Certainly she wasn't the sort to excite herself in being naked and dominated. That kind of behavior is simply unfit for a princess. If only she'd known the mushroom itself held the lion's share of responsibility for her lurid reaction.

Unfit or otherwise, Zelda couldn't help herself as she felt the long, smooth shaft glide between her buttocks. The stimulation was divine. Divine enough she could forget for a moment how utterly lurid her actions must appear. Naked and gaged, grinding her ass sensually against a rather phallic object, all rather unprompted. "Ha, look at the whore!" "Some princess!" "Stick it in already, she's clearly begging for it." Before Zelda could fully process that last order, she felt a mounting pressure, and a humiliating insertion. "Well, that didn't take much!" "You must be used to it, your highness." Naturally, Zelda was not, and with her momentary lust-induced insanity satiated, the princess attempted to wrench herself free of her captors. Attempted being the key descriptor.

As her struggles grew more violent, the mushroom sisters grew irate, bringing the princess to the ground. "Aww, what's the matter? Trying to fuck and run? Not this time bitch." Zelda would protest the woman's accusations, were it not for the ironshroom gag forcing her jaw uncomfortably wide and rather useless for annunciation. She could only thrash and watch helplessly as one sister shifted to sit squarely on the princess's bare back while the other quickly rummaged through her rucksack. Her bright blue eyes widened as the sister dangled a series of belts and buckles before the pinned princess. One by one, with an agonizingly slow deliberacy, the sisters applied the buckles to Zelda's wrists and ankles. She could feel the thick leather straps constricting across her delicate skin. Then one wrist was brought near her shoulder. The strap looped over her her upper arm, then back through the buckle. Despite the princess's writhing and squirming resistance, the two points were brought closer, and closer, and closer, until her delicate palms kissed her porcelain shoulder. The process repeated itself again with the other hand. The sisters kept the process agonizingly slow, relishing in every second as Zelda's mobility slowly slipped away.

With her arms properly secured, the sisters flipped the princess on her back. They were each quick to grasp a flailing leg. They weren't about to let her squirm away. One at a time, they wrapped the strap on her ankle about the meat of her thigh and tightened the leather restraint until her legs were utterly useless. Then they left her to struggle on her back for their amusement. Naked. Gagged. Arms and legs bound in humiliating fashion. Zelda could do nothing to hide her painfully erect nipples on her pert, humble breasts. For reasons she couldn't possibly begin to sort out, she suddenly became woefully aware of the fact her bosom simply did not compare to either of her captors. She felt small. Lesser. That feeling of inadequacy was not aided by the fact that her swollen, slickened, and shimmering red womanhood was similarly on helpless display. Her little clit howled for attention above her puffy labia, as though in raging jealousy of the attention her greedy ass. She was sprawled and helpless on the grassy forest floor, practically begging for a proper fucking.

Her bucking and writhing only grew in intensity as the sisters applied a few finishing touches. A snug collar and leash clicked in to place despite the princess's futile thrashings. Then came a large, broad cloth to secure the ironshroom gag more firmly in place. Any hope the princess had for accidentally dislodging the oral impedance vanished as the sisters snugged silk in with a series of tight knots. "I bet this bitch doesn't last 5 minutes..." One sister declared as she traced a gloved finger down the bound blonde's body. Zelda felt unbearable shame as her hips bucked to meet her touch when her fingers dipped further south.

It was the chu slime. And her frozen ordeal. And that damn crystal. And Link's stupid face. And that weird mushroom currently violating her royal ass. Zelda found any and every excuse in her mind to justify her hair trigger orgasm. The mushroom woman had hardly grazed the princess's clit when her muscles spasmed and twitched in ecstasy. A long, loud groan sounded through her thick gag as she humped her tormentor's hand for all she was worth to wrench out every drop of pleasure. It was only after the glow of orgasmic bliss faded that Zelda realized what she'd done. Of all the things she'd been through today, this is what made her cum. Bondage at the hands of mushroom obsessed peasants. **** on her back, arms and legs useless, exposed like a whore, teased with all of one finger, and silenced like slutty little fuck toy. She should have just stayed with Link and risked being squished by an overzealous mudball.

"Five minutes... that bitch didn't last five seconds..." Shame filled every nook of Zelda's mind and she tried to roll to one side to escape her captors' gaze. "Aww... what's the matter? You cum like a slut and now you're shy?" "We aren't done with you yet princess." Zelda groaned in resignation. What more could they possibly do to her. "You smashed our truffles. So you're going to find us a new patch." "It took us DAYS to hunt this batch down. I hope for your sake you have better luck." "Yeah, 'cause if you don't find us another batch by sunset, we're dragging your harlot ass down Castle Town main street." Zelda offered the greatest protest her gag would allow at that declaration. "Oh shut the hell up! You're the little whore streaking buck naked through the forest. Not our fault you don't wear clothes." Had she the ability, Zelda might've argued it wasn't exactly her fault either. As it was, she could only further dread the continuation of the mushroom sisters' demands. "And if you can't get us what we want by the end of the week, I think we'll just have to parade those princess tits before the King. Surely he'd recognize his own daughter and take pity... right?" The idea of being brought before her father in so lowly a state mortified Zelda beyond description. She would truly be disowned. Even if he should save her, she could never look him in the eyes again.

There was only one thing for it. She absolutely had to find those damn mushrooms. And she had to do it soon.