Armory

Sheik stared briefly out the window. She was aware she could probably get out of it and make it back to Hyrule proper pretty easily. But she felt the stinging in her crotch and her face tightened. No. She would not sneak off pathetically. They had insulted her, harrassed her soldiers, taken her wagon and hurt her precious flower. She would get everything back and make them pay, even if that meant dragging her men over mounds of defeated Gerudo to do it.

The pushed on into the fortress, and felt the heat growing on her face and the sound of clanging metal. She realised she must be approaching the armory. She crept along slowly in the shadows, straining to hear anything above the noise of a hammer striking metal or a furnace running. She crept up to a turn and peaked around spying the blacksmith. She was a very large, well built woman, easily a head above any Gerudo she'd seen so far. Two smaller Gerudo in aprons seemed to be assisting her.

The woman looked far too for Sheik to take on, too difficult to defeat without raising alarm. So she had to plan. The light from the forge caused a lot of shifting shadows in the room, so she was sure she could slip in with the barest distraction

She turned into Zelda and used some wind magic to make a window blow open, banging hard and causing the Gerudo to all turn towards it. In an instant she shifted back to Sheik and darted inside, leaping to ceiling and perching herself on a rafter.

She crept along until she was over the workbench nextt to the furnace, the heat made her sweat but she tied a rope around the rafter as she waited for the perfect time. One of the Gerudo swore as she cut herself sharpening something and they all looked at her. Sheik took this chance and lowered herself down to hang above the workbench, and flicked the bucket of quenching water into the furnace. Steam erupted from it and Sheik swung her warfan to spread it out. The women all gasped and shielded their face with their arms, blinded by the steam and shouting in surprise. She took her chance and started with the smaller assistant closer to her. Zelda grabbed a hot coal from the furnace and slid it down the front of her enemy's pants. Before the Gerudo could even register the burning, Zelda had pulled the bottom of her apron up between her legs and deftly tied it to the strings holding the apron on, trapping the coal in her pants. The panicked Gerudo slapped at her crotch trying to put the hot coal out. "OH! Hot! Hot!"

"I know it's bloody hot it's steam" roared the blacksmith, oblivious to her assistant's predicament. Zelda had already pivoted to the second Gerudo who had been sharpening something with a wheel grindstone but was now standing in front of it, trying to clear the steam from around her. Sheik kicked her and she fell forward, crotch first onto the wheel grindstone. She walked behind her and stood on her ass, pushing her pussy into the grindstone. Her hand wrapped around her victims mouth as she stood on the lever to rotate the grindstone, causing it to start dragging along the front of her panties. The rough stone soon ripped her underwear to shreds and the woman's eyes were rolling back as it started to mangle her crotch up directly. Sheik got off the woman who stayed stuck on the wheel, moaning, and turned to see the blacksmith having mostly cleared the steam and looking around. She saw her first assistant laying in her back sobbing quietly, delicately fanning at the hole in the front of her apron and underwear that shwed her now nearly hairless and bright red pussy. And she saw her second apprentice apparently humping the grindstone.

"You guys are idiots what did you even do to yourselves?" she said, shaking her head. Then she felt something warm on her crotch. She looked down to see her forge forceps perfectly clamped on her lower lips. She swallowed heavily. "Now..." said Sheik. "Where do you think I'll find Orvena"

"Probably up your ass" said the blacksmith defiantly.

Sheik smiled at this and began twisting the forceps

3 minutes later Sheik walked out the room. Looking over her shoulder at her handy work. The blacksmith was hanging by the crotch forceps from the ceiling. If she were awake she could try reaching up to undo the forceps **** grip on her lower lips, but to do so she'd have to lift one of her assistants with her, who were each tied up and tied to a wrist, all their weight testing on a rope on their crotch