Torment, Tease, and Truss

Zelda could not believe her current predicament. She'd been slimed by Chus, subsequently loosing all but her most delicate garments. Said garments were absolutely soaked in slime, which lead to unbearable arousal for the embarrassed princess. Then she stood gormlessly in the sunlight, teased by every gentle breeze and wayward motion until she managed to completely destroy her smallclothes. Then some unknown machine took her by surprise, leaving her in her current state.

A strange, soft yet unyielding device was violating her throat. Had the noble princess possessed the vulgarity of a commoner, the term "throat-fucking" might color her description. Not that she had time to dwell on such vulgarity. Her wrists strained against unknown bonds linked to her hips. Her fingers unwillingly grasped soft spheres, and were themselves locked away in metallic mitts. Her knees and ankles were each **** apart, leaving her in a rather **** position. The princess's nipples announced themselves proudly in the cold air of the sanctum. The chu slime from her morning ordeal still stimulated her pert nubs, leaving them begging for attention. Her womanhood fared similarly. Delicately shaped by restraints wraped around the princess's upper thighs left her labia and clit screaming in unsatisfied stimulation. Zelda imagined for a moment the shame and embarrassment she might feel if Link should find her like this. Her sculpted buttocks perfectly framed and jutting out defenselessly, demanding tantalizing touch. To have fingers trace along her soft, flawless skin. Firm, decisive strikes against her misbehaving hide. If she'd stayed in her room fantasizing into her book like a good girl, she wouldn't be strung up like a common whore.

The princess's self loathing musings were interrupted by the clacking of machines in the room about her. Were she not in such a **** position, Zelda might have squealed in delight at her discovery of functioning mini-guardians. Their glowing blue sigils and eerie, skittering motions would have been her utter delight were she properly clothed, free to move, and not locked in mock fellatio. As it was, the machines brought the princess dread... and tentacles tipped with strange devices.

The first machine approached with ominous clacking. Strange, transparent appendages flickered at the tips of it's claws. The princess thought of them as electric blue birds feathers, made of flickering, bending glass. The guardian slowly **** it's slender arm across the bound princess's torso. The electric blue light elicited gasps and moans as it trailed just above her pubic mound and grazed her navel. The cold metal coiled along her abdomen, and the princess squirmed, highlighting her tight, toned frame. The appendage slid between her unbound breasts suggestively, her pert nipples screaming for the electric touch of the feathers. Instead the glowing blue tendrils cupped Zelda's chin, gently posing her jaw this way and that. The eye seemed fixed on her throat, which continued to bulge and gurgle softly with the oral invader's rhythmic pulsing. With her chin pressed towards the dark abyss of a ceiling, the princess could feel but not see the action of additional limbs tending to her nipples' frustrating plight.

Like a dance of feathers determined to elicit the greatest temptation possible, lightning blue tendrils circled and taunted the detained princess's breasts, paying special attention to her sensitive aereolas and her swollen, aching tips. Zelda instinctively tried to squirm free of the ****, but the coiling of additional metal arms quickly stunted her endeavors. The metal tendrils gently lifted and pushed together her breasts, pressing her flesh around the vertical shaft forcing her chin aloft. How absolutely lurid the spectacle would have looked to any viewer. Her chest **** outwards in proud display, her nipples accosted in her binding, and a thick shaft suggestively dividing her breasts with gentle undulations.

Guttural grunts and moans **** their way up Zelda's obstructed throat and echoed about the chamber as the stimulation of her nipples progressed. For hours they demanded attention and the sweet flush of release. Now they were coddled and caressed with inhuman efficiency. The sensation drove the princess mad with lust. Her labia dripped in painful anticipation of a climax that sat mere breaths away from reality. The teasing of azure implements along her sensitive nipples was unceasing in its villainy. The lightest touch against her quivering womanhood would have **** her into rapturous climax, but the machines denied her such salvation. On the brink of madness, the princess gazed upon the black abyss above her, and Zelda's mind fell back to a damnable memory.

A similar black, starless abyss hung over Gerudo town months ago. The princess, after a formal meeting with Urbosa, slyly escaped her handlers to enjoy a night on the town without pesky supervision. A few hours and several lovely drinks later, the hylian vai learned not all gerudo were in search of a voe. Coming too in a dimly lit back room of a massage parlor was a surprise. A surprise nearly as great as finding herself topless and trapped beneath half a dozen gerudo soldiers armed with oils and bristles. Then, just as now, her nipples were teased and tempted to an infuriating degree. The princess begged, pouted, and threatened with every ounce of breath in her lungs. Her protestations were met with a cascade of brilliantly colored lipstick marks and swirling tongues about her **** breasts. Zelda's attempts to cry for help were silenced first with a bundle of her captors' panties, followed by the exposed womanhood of the donor. The princess was quite sure she had no intention to make another woman climax. That did not deter the soldier from enjoying her body, drenching her in liquid proof of her satisfaction. Jealous of their compatriot's release, the other gerudo began grinding along their captive and pleasuring themselves on her restive form in any way they could. The princess had yet to intimately know a man, but there she laid, sprawled on a massage table and dripping with aftermath of a dozen orgasms squeezed out over her helpless body. She was a fucktoy. A fucktoy utterly soaked in other women's sex.

It felt rather unfair being the only woman in the room without being awarded some sexual satisfaction, not that Zelda particularly wanted any from another woman, or had desire to inspire such pleasure in a woman for that matter. That said, it felt even more unfair when her pants were forcefully removed and kept as a trophy of a sort. Zelda's bright blue panties, embroidered with lace and sporting the Hylian seal above her womanhood were perhaps her favorite pair. Unfortunately they seemed to attract the fingers and tongues of her gerudo captors. How cruel the women were in their endeavors, to kiss and lick and claw but never let the princess cum. By the end, the princess was a sopping wet mess, who'd managed to deeply stain the front of her panties with shameful excretions. Detestable as it was, the princess's clit sat swollen and primed. Another moment's effort, and she would surely have orgasmed in the clutches of such disreputable curs.

Slowly, teasingly, the panties were slid down. The noble hylian's womanhood was exposed in all it's quivering glory. Like her other garments, the once favored underwear was fully removed and claimed by one of the lurid captors. Then Zelda's eyes widened. One of the soldiers brought a shimmering gold device into the princess's view. It looked rather like metal underwear. The women giggled and teased "Oh you cruel beast..." "For shame, for shame..." "Careful, we don't want to start a war now...". The princess felt helpless as the device was slid into place.

Soft leather embraced her nethers, but an uncomfortable chain divided her buttocks. The device sat uncomfortably loose at first. Then came a cacophony of ratchets. Slowly the device became snug above her hips, then perhaps too snug. She felt belts and bands tighten about her thighs and realized something now prevented her from opening her legs more than than a few fingers' widths. Then the humming started. Zelda was attuned to magic, but was not yet familiar with all kinds of sorcery. She could feel something, perhaps a gem on the outside of the metal contraption vibrating with an infuriating rhythm. It was as though it attuned directly to her sensitive clitoris. Just at the brink of climax, it ceased. Then, as time cooled her nerves, the vibrations started again. The cycle repeated for days until she managed to remove the accursed device later in her bedroom after a long, frustrating journey and too many sleepless, tormenting nights.

Then the gerudo brought out what appeared to be topaz earrings with slightly strange pins. They **** the jewelry teasingly across the hapless princess's face. An electric jolt of pleasure emanated in their wake. It was a strange sensation about her forehead and cheeks, and she was absolutely certain she did not wish to feel it about more sensitive portions of her body. To her chagrin, the gemstones were affixed exactly where she feared they might be. Her nipples once more screamed in over stimulation. As the gerudo began to shift and let her loose, Zelda imagined her ordeal might be over. Though cruel, it seemed they were ready to let her go.

Immediately the princess's fingers shot to her newly acquired jewelry in hopes to remove the stones before she went utterly mad. Her hands were stopped inches from her goal. The royal blonde's eyes went wide as her captors now turned her about and **** her to bend over the massage table she'd just been abused on. A pair of beautiful golden bracelets were dangled before her. She might have worn the magnificent cuffs willingly, were they not connected to one another via short, stout chains at either end. The manacles and their bearer left Zelda's sight, but were soon fastened in place about her wrists. Clacking and clinking, followed by the teasing presentation of a set of keys soon followed. Next an assortment of soaked panties piled up beside the bound princess. Zelda became intimately aware of how little the belt about her waist covered as the gerudo began fiercely spanking her prodigious posterior. "How does a noble get an ass like this?" "Such a shame we didn't play with it before." "She wants this kind of attention on it, why do you think she wears those pants?" Zelda could do without comments from the peanut gallery, and without the spanking for that matter.

Thankfully she hadn't much time to consider the attention her most envious asset had acquired. The panties piled beside her were steadily being shoved into her mouth alongside the original offending pair. After three such intrusions, the princess's cheeks bulged and the only way she could possibly fit in any more was to start swallowing the garments. A final pair was pressed against the growing wad, then around her cheeks, and finally tied behind her head, creating a makeshift cleave gag to keep her "gifts" in place. A final pair was placed upon her head and styled into something of a crown, likely in mockery of her position. Ass newly reddened, clitoris endlessly and frustratingly tormented, and nipples further exploited and teased, the gerudo were nearly ready to let their little visitor go. They were not so cruel as to leave her nearly naked and utterly helpless in the streets. Instead they found a few loose coverings. A transparent blue bra that hid her nipples a the distance of a few feet, but made her predicament clear to anyone at an arm's length was affixed over her tormented breasts. A similarly flimsy pair of loose fitting trousers were affixed to somewhat hide her belt. A much darker face covering meant to conceal just how many undergarments had been applied to her face came next. As the piece de resistance, a clouded veil to hide her eyes and obscure the nature of her "crown" partially blinded the princess. She could see rough shapes, but reading anything or identifying a person were out of the question. Zelda was then led outside, where the gerudo tied her to a pair of sand seals trained to follow trade routes with Hyrule castle. After a few embarrassing hours stumbling along a roadside, the princess eventually made it home. It took no small amount of effort to remove the gag and multitude of thongs **** past her lips. Worse were the nipple clamps deviously locked with magic. However, the most unforgivably cruel of her restraints denied Zelda any relief for a month before she finally broke down and begged Impah for assistance in finally securing her release.

If only she could do so now. The machine continued tantalizing the bound blonde in the dark abyss of a trial sanctum. Her memories only provided momentary escape from her current predicament, but could not save her in any real sense. Zelda couldn't tell if the puddle growing beneath her was moreso the result of drool escaping her gag, or her womanhood dripping uncontrollably from the stimulation of her nipples. Either way, she'd managed to soak both of her heels in her own fluids. Before the future queen could escape into another lurid memory, her consciousness drifted away to the hum of her tormentor's motors and the aimless screaming of her body's frustrations.

When she awoke Zelda found herself in a new vexation. Tall, shiny black boots encapsulated her feet up to the meat of her thighs. The heels towered, forcing her high on the balls of her feet. Copper shackles linked her ankles, keeping her steps short. The princess's arms lay trapped in a similarly shiny bag affixed behind her shoulders. She could feel the mittens on her hands graze her elbows, assuring her that she was well and truly trussed. Strange, soft yet metallic material sat on the princess's hips, with thin bands reaching down to support the tight, shiny boots. Were she fully aware, Zelda might have equated the strange garment to a garter designed to perversely cling to her curves and accentuate her assets. A similar device cupped her pert breasts and lifted them to further prominence. It's metallic embrace held the arm bindings close to the princess's shoulders, and culminated in a soft, metallic collar. Said collar secured a strange hood which covered the royal captive's head. A large, chewy ball sat between her lips. Thick padding filled her ears, replacing her world with silence. Pads cloaked her eyes, and by all means, she should not have had the ability to see the world around her. Strangely, she found herself very much able to see, though not in the way she had envisioned. As Zelda came to, she was made to look at herself. Somehow she was seeing through the eyes of a stranger looking upon her bound form. She could observe her every restrained motion. She could turn and stare at her own face like being on the other side of a looking glass.

From her strange, exterior perspective, Zelda saw a door open. With no better option, the weary noble strode forth into the unknown on wobbly, restrained steps.