...t already. You’re a slut, aren’t you?”
“Yes, my Queen,” said Zelda.
Ruto turned around. “Follow me, then.”
Zelda hadn’t taken two steps before Ruto’s voice interrupted her.
“And crawl like the bitch in heat that you are,” she snapped.
Zelda got down on hands and knees and crawled after Ruto. The stone floor was cold and hard against her skin, but the humiliation of Ruto treating her like a dog turned her on so much she didn’t feel it. Gladly, joyfully, she crawled after her Queen on all fours into the bedroom. The room was lavishly furnished as was befitting of a Zoran princess, but to Zelda there was only the four-poster bed and, of course, her Queen.
“Lie down on the bed on your back,” Ruto instructed.
Zelda eagerly did so, unconsciously arching her back slightly and spreading her legs, offering herself to Ruto.
Ruto smiled faintly. “What were you again?”
“A slut and your slave, my Queen,” said Zelda, the sentence coming directly from her subconscious mind where it had engraved itself in fire some years before.
“Oh yes,” said Ruto.
Zelda lay patiently and let her wrists and ankles by tied to the posts so that she was lying on the bed, spread-eagled and helpless.
For a moment, Ruto loomed over her, then lowered herself ...