Legend of Zelda: Twilight Abduction (part 2)
By atfirstdawn

*All characters are copyright of Nintendo
*Mature content warning for bondage and BDSM themes


Princess Zelda remained silent and unmoving within her tight bonds inside of the carriage as it made its way to the Gerudo Desert. With her eyes closed to escape the two staring Gerudo women and her head bowed in defeat, Zelda’s mind carried her away from the present and into her past; she thought of Link, and how quickly he had left Hyrule following the destruction of the Mirror of Twilight at Midna’s hand, thus forever sealing the bridge between the world of light and the Twilight Realm…

In the weeks following, Zelda received a rumour from a royal messenger she had tasked with finding Link, that the child of the forest had left Hyrule in search for the truth about an ancestor that had supposedly met their end in or beyond the realm of the Lost Woods… Knowing Link’s heritage with the forest and his familiarity with its natural labyrinth; Zelda decreed that it would be fool hardy to send a search party into the Woods in search for him, for those who did not belong to the forest would almost certainly meet their end and become Stalfos’, powerful and dangerous creatures driven by the darkness beyond death. Not wanting such a fate to befall her royal guard or subjects, Zelda instead merely hoped that Link would find the answers he sought and return to Hyrule in the near future but now… she prayed for it.

The shockwave of an explosion rocked the carriage. Zelda opened her eyes in fear and excitement in the hope of a rescuer; perhaps not all of the guards had been killed or incapacitated previous to her abduction...

The two Gerudo women looked at each other; one left the carriage while the remaining Gerudo, the dark-eyed one, moved closer to Zelda and violently wrapped her arm around Zelda’s neck, pulling her uncomfortably close to the Gerudo’s warm body. Zelda struggled against the Gerudo’s aggressive hold to no avail, her eyes fleeted around the carriage trying to glean a hint as to what was happening outside but saw nothing, eventually Zelda’s eyes scanned the Gerudo’s body, her arms were rigid, her free hand clasped around the hilt of one of the numerous daggers lining her clothing as if she were ready to unsheathe it at any moment. Zelda took a sharp intake of breath and bit down into her gag to halt any physical and instinctual reaction out of fear that could provoke her poised Gerudo captor.     

An impossible silence flooded the carriage as Zelda and the dark-eyed Gerudo woman sat motionless, listening for any activity outside; there was nothing…

More time passed; seconds felt like hours to Zelda as she sat helplessly bound and silent in the dark-eyed Gerudo’s grasp, and with each eternal moment that passed them by, Zelda noticed more and more the trembling behind each of the Gerudo woman’s breaths. The air grew thick around them inside the carriage and the dark-eyed Gerudo’s breaths were becoming increasingly deep as she held on tighter to Zelda’s body… and then, it was hard for Zelda to miss the rapid pulsating of the woman’s chest, her heart beating against her ribs, causing the woman’s body to softly vibrate. A dry swallow filled Zelda’s ears, she looked up at the Gerudo, her lips open just a crack, her eyes lighter now than before and small beads of sweat forming on her brow as she stared at the small door of the carriage ready to make her move; one of hundreds she had already planned in advance. And then Zelda felt the heat radiating form the woman, the carriage was stuff, the air thick and loaded. The Gerudo woman’s eyes flickered for just a moment, they left the carriage door and in a flash, glanced at Zelda and then back again. This time, when the Gerudo’s attention returned to the carriage door, Zelda saw her gaze wavering more and more with each slow second… The Gerudo wanted to look at Zelda again, to drink in the sight of the beautiful and helpless princess in her arms… just one more time. Slowly, against her better judgement her flickering eyes moved from the carriage door once again, gradually making their way back to the princess…

The door of the carriage slammed open. Both Zelda and her trembling captor foxed their attention to the door. From the top of the doorframe, the Gerudo woman whom had left abruptly after the explosion, dropped back into the carriage with a lithe and flowing movement, her feet barely making a sound as they touched down on to the floor. Zelda watched the heat of the air within the carriage wash over the returning desert woman which stopped her in her tracks for a few seconds as she reviewed the charged scene in front of her… Words that Zelda didn’t understand filled the tick air between the two desert women, the dialect sounded familiar but still, she didn’t fully recognise it; it was an old dialect and quite clearly broken, perhaps purposefully so. Zelda’s eyes flitted back and forth between the two women as they spoke, their words calm and focused, though the dark-eyed Gerudo seemed to speak a bit too quickly for the other to understand clearly. Eventually the same Gerudo who had left and returned, left the carriage again.

Zelda felt the dark-eyed woman’s arm leave her neck; the air instantly drying the sweat where it had lain, and with a trembling sigh the Gerudo woman stood and slowly made her way to the opposite side of the carriage on uncertain legs. Resting her back against the wooden wall of the carriage, the desert woman collected herself while making sure not to look in Zelda’s direction but again, her eyes failed her. Zelda watched the Gerudo woman’s flickering eyes intently as the carriage continued on its way and moments continued to last hours; at first her dark eyes only skimmed the floor of the carriage, barely reaching the sight of Zelda’s bare feet, the next time, her eyes made it to the rope around Zelda’s perfect ankles and then immediately back to the floor.

Zelda kept still and silent, focusing all of her attention onto the Gerudo woman as her extremities started to fall numb. Again and again the dark-eyes of the Gerudo glanced portions of Zelda’s body, drinking in more and more each time. Her breath caught in her throat as she looked at Zelda one last time and seeing her deep brown eyes staring back at her, her hair still perfect, her expression still refined and face still beautiful despite the cruel gag in her mouth…

The Gerudo turned her back to Zelda out of desperation and rested her hands on the wall, her head bowed, her shoulders rising and falling with agitated breaths and her fingers lightly clawing at the wood of the carriage.

The carriage jerked as its wheels hit a new and rough terrain, the dull drone of dry soil and dirt had been replaced with clattering stone and grinding sand. The unexpected shudder instantly made Zelda aware of just how numb her limbs had fallen; she moaned through the sudden panging sensations as she adjusted to the fresh absent feeling in her arms and legs. Again and again Zelda moaned through her thick and tight leather gag as her body continued to twitch, each twitch causing an overflowing emptiness to assault her… Zelda’s moans became louder, her breathing deeper and rushed; her body giving her no respite from the constant realisation of lost feeling.

Soon, after a moment or two Zelda fell silent again save for several hissing shallow breaths; she closed her eyes and again tried to separate her mind from the present; memories of Link and Midna… anything. The thick sound of scraping over the grinding wheels of the carriage stopped Zelda’s mind from leaving her helpless situation; slowly she opened her eyes. The Dark-eyed Gerudo still had her back turned to Zelda, though now, her posture was different, more rigid than before and her fingernails were scraping at the wooden wall of the carriage with long, deep stretches.

The sound of muffled horns outside of the carriage sounded in the distance. The carriage picked up speed as a Gerudo outside of the carriage bellowed more ancient and broken words. Zelda’s heart sank knowing they had reached the desert; her future was clouded from her as a plethora of thoughts raged through her mind as to what the desert women planned to do with her. Another horn and another series of bellows sounded out, the horns were closer now and Zelda could hear the bustle of crowds outside drawing closer, inhuman cries of joy began to overthrow every other sound surrounding her and eventually the carriage stopped. The next few moments lasted an eternity for Zelda; the ground seemed to rumble under a stampede of heavy-set feet and the air filled with terrifying and rage filled cries of excitement. Zelda forced her body into the nearest corner of the carriage where she sat; she felt the ropes burn against her icy numb skin as she moved. She looked at the dark-eyed Gerudo; still with her back turned to Zelda; the desert woman let loose a long shuddering sigh and rested her forehead against the wooden wall. For her an ordeal had come to an end, for Zelda one had just begun.