Princess Zelda was at her wits' end, as she once again teetered just shy of orgasm, slowly but surely approaching an arousal-driven insanity. Why, oh why had she underestimated the Yiga clan like this?

They always looked so foolish when Link dealt with them. That was probably why. So, while he was away battling the forces of darkness or whatever, she had decided to deal with a report of stolen bananas herself. She had brought the royal guard of course. She wasn't stupid.

Zelda had barely gotten to the village when she came across a little girl with her foot stuck under a root. Ever caring about her subjects, she had dismissed the warnings of her guards and proceeded to free the sniffling girl herself, holding her hand. She was not stupid, but rather a victim of her own compassion.

Suddenly there had been a poofy cloud of smoke, and the little girl had transformed into a masked Yiga soldier. The hand she held now grappled hers and with another puff of smoke she unexpectedly found herself transported deep into the forest. Before she could even cry for help, a thick and heavy bag was forced over her head and tied off tightly around her neck. Several pairs of strong arms lifted her up and had hauled her away to the Triforce knows where.

Just like that, Zelda had been demoted from royal princess to helpless captive.

Captivity in itself wasn't that big of a deal. Zelda had been taken hostage before. You sat it out, and eventually your ransom was paid or someone, usually Link, came and rescued you.

But this time was different. The Yiga clan hadn't even mentioned a ransom. They had even withstood Zelda's attempt to bribe them with a year's supply of bananas. Instead, they seemed bent on something else. Humiliation.

They had forced her into the most ridiculous outfit, a parody of her regal gowns that left her boobs hanging out on full display and a skirt that ended almost before it began. Plateaued shoes resembling high heels, only sans the heels, were strapped securely onto her feet. She could just barely balance on her toes, but it took complete focus and the shoes clopping sounds against the stone made her feel like some kind of prancing pony.

Along with the shoes, there was thigh high white stockings that ended just below her very visible panties. She had gotten to keep those at least. Perhaps it was a preference of one of their leaders. Strangely, the way her stocking and panties drew attention to her crotch almost made her feel more naked.

With how many Yiga there were, pinching and prodding and touching, she had been unable to stop them from doing whatever they wished. Her hands were forced into fists and thrust into some glowing Zonai gloves, cuffed tightly around her wrists. Her arms were folded and wrapped with strong bands of blue sticky material. Tape, they had called it. Whatever it was, it was extremely effective as a restraining device. Once her wrists lay pressed towards her shoulders, leather straps were wrapped above the tape, making sure the closest things she had resembling hands were her stumpy useless elbows.

The same kind of straps brought her ankles together, reducing the princess' mobility to pathetic little skips. Rope followed, with deft knots weaving up her shins and thighs. Some sort of Zonai rod Zelda had never seen before was woven into the rope, lodged between her thighs and with its head buried deep into the fabric of her panties. To make sure it stayed fixed in place, rope was wrapped around its head and around her waist, splitting her butt cheeks in an invasive manner.

Two different pairs of Zonai devices were attached on the side of each of her nipples, pinching them while a weight dangled from a thread, swaying like ornaments whenever she moved.

All the while, Zelda protested as best she could. Tried to plea, to bargain, even threaten. Apparently, the Yiga was getting sick of that.

For some reason the female clan member who had disguised herself as the girl took of her panties and threaded them over the princess head, placing the crotch just over her flaring nostrils. Zelda, of course started to breathe through her mouth, which the Yiga soon put an end to by wrapping that accursed blue tape round and round her head, covering the entire lower half of her face. This also fixed the panties over her head in place, and with the tape covering over her nose, Zelda had to struggle to even get air into her lungs. Perhaps the Yiga, with their masks, had techniques to hold their breath and preserve oxygen, but Zelda was quickly growing faint.

Her rescue came, in form of a strange Zonai device in the form of a thick panel with a hole in the middle. A bundle of leather straps attached. Once the panel was placed over her taped-up mouth and activated, the hole in the middle of the panel made the tape vanish. A tube protruded into her mouth, keeping it wide open and she watched in disgust how clan member after clan member removed their underwear and started to fill her defenseless oral cavity with filthy garments. Once there was no way anything else would possibly fit inside, the hole was forced closed by a perforated lid and padlocked in place. Zelda could breathe, but every breath was the vilest possible thing. How she longed for fresh air and hydromelons under the sun. With Link brushing her hair.

Another pair of padlocks were attached around her wrists, and then a tight metal collar snapped shut around her neck.

After this, the Yiga seemed satisfied. Zelda felt more helpless than she had ever done in her life. Just focusing on taking disgusted breaths, keeping her balance, and resigning herself to await rescue.

Or that's what she thought.

With a hum, all of the Zonai devices were suddenly brought to life. The material around her hands stiffened from soft leather into something unthinkably stiff, but that was just the start. Her nipples were suddenly assaulted by intense vibrating stimuli as the things clamping them buzzed with vigor.

But the worst thing was the magic wand between her legs. It pressed against her most sensitive parts and now it was massaging her intensely. Zelda couldn't even remain standing as her knees buckled under her. What was this absolute sorcery?

The Yiga laughed as one of them attached a length of rope to her collar and started to pull her along. Crawling on all fours like a Dodongo, Zelda tried to follow while the Yiga commenting on the view of her more than visible butt high in the air. As the princess managed to get to her feet, she was forced to hop along down the underground corridors with humiliating clops from the heels, seemingly at the whim of whoever held the rope.

Zelda wasn't completely ignorant about pleasure. She recognized the sensations that built within her, with no way of shielding herself from them. Would she really come in front of all these Yiga soldiers? That would be complete debasement and utter failure. So, she resisted. Stoically. Until she was thrown into a cell with nothing but a rough pile of hay to sleep on and a bowl of water that she couldn't even drink in her current state. Wait, there was one more thing. Some kind of large tablet, entrenched into the wall.

Her captors locked the barred door and left. Soon after, the tablet switched on. It was like a window into the world. And she could see... yes! It was him! Link, her biggest hope of rescue. She watched him in anticipation, hoping to glance clues of his whereabouts.

The more she looked, the more frustrated she got. Link was apparently busy taking photos of mushrooms. And helping raise signposts. And launching himself from the Skyview towers over and over again to do some damn shield surfing? She looked on absolutely flabbergasted as Link was building some kind of device that seemed to have the singular purpose of launching Koroks into the sky. What was he doing!?

Zelda screamed in frustration. How could she had been so stupid!? As she lost her composure, the devices strengthened their hold on her mind. Soon she found herself rocking gently, trying to find just the right spot to get some kind of release. At least she had this, when that stupid idiot Link wouldn't think twice about her safety, off having fun and doing whatever he liked.

The devices hummed and Zelda felt herself reaching and edge. Yes, she needed something good. And any second now... any second... any...!?

She couldn't come.

She was right on the edge, but no matter what, she could not climax. She got up, took some demeaning jumps towards the wall and started to press herself against it. Hump it. Come one! Please!

If anything, it only made the devices vibrate with more intensity. But there was an invisible shield between her and release.

Zelda yelled, thrusted, gyrated. She was so exceptionally close, but she just could not climax.

An hour later, the princess was completely spent. Her muscles just couldn't keep up with her desire for release. And as she forcibly calmed down, the devices did the same.

That's when she realized. The Zonai devices must be powered by her arousal. Perhaps the arousal in her body acted as a battery, with the devices siphoning that arousal and making her unable to climax.

Which meant... if she could just lower her arousal, the devices might lose power and turn off!

It was worth a shot. Zelda lay down on her back on the hay and tried to slow her breathing. A meditation technique taught to her by Impa where the mind could temporarily disconnect from the body. It was hard, especially with the constant alluring sensations teasing her nipples and clitoris, but eventually she felt her heart beat slow. And the devices followed. Yes. She could do this. Link would find her in the end. It was inevitable. She could just lay here, relaxed, one breath at a time.

Breath?

Wait. She couldn't breathe. Like the holes on the panel over her mouth had gotten blocked somehow.

Panicked, Zelda crawled over the floor towards the door. Someone had to help her. The device was obviously malfunctioning. Like it was out of pow...

A flash went through the princess' brain. Was her gag powered by the same source as the pleasure devices!? Desperate for air, she started humping the ground. Her body was instantly game, still craving release and after a few agonizing moments, Zelda managed to draw breath once more. Horrible foul-smelling breath, but breath non the less.

She snapped. This meant she had to be in a constant state of arousal or lose her breathing privileges. But she was also doomed to never climax. Zelda could feel her mind reeling from the thought. This was worse than any torture. The Yiga were absolutely devious!

It was hopeless.

"Psst... Princess! Over here!"

Zelda jerked to attention. At the door, there was a man. wearing the royal emblem of Hyrule. Her guard! She would be free! It would be over!

His next words, though, made her fume.

"I can't free you right now. The Yiga security is too tight. But I managed to find this! Sorry, I don't have time to unwrap it, I can hear them coming. I'm not sure when I'll be able to come back."

He threw something through the bars. It was a pair of scissors, wrapped up in that same blue tape that kept her arms mushed together.

Zelda desperately howled into her gag, pleading for the man to stay. To fight.

"Excuse me, princess", he whispered. And with that, he was out of sight.

Zelda was furious. What a coward! To leave her like this! Her heightened emotional state made the devices intensify and her eyes rolled up towards her skull. She had to get free. Now. And it would have to start with getting these scissors unwrapped. A wave of pleasure made her spasm uncontrollably plunging her into a mad scramble, torn between her mind attempting to free herself and her body convincing her mind that nothing was more important than pursuing that alluring climax.

It was a hopeless battle and Zelda soon found herself pursuing a climax that would never ever come, screaming wordlessly through the foul gag covering her mouth and fighting restraints that she knew couldn't escape.

In another room, a Yiga clan member was watching the cell through a hidden lens as a royal guard entered the same chamber. With a poof, the guard turned into another clan member.

"She really bought it, huh?"

"Seems so. Come here, you have to see this. She's actually trying to hump the scissors now!"

"I wonder when she'll discover the metal has been fused shut? Wow... she's really going at it! You know, I somehow thought she'd have more dignity than this."

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In another country, Link was methodically mowing down grass with his sword.

"Sweet! Another rupee! Soon I can buy Zelda a horse for her birthday. Only... 1337 to go!"

Well, that was what he was thinking. Of course, the only thing he said was:

"HYA!"