No Mercy for Heros (Patreon)

Telma took great pride in her work. Though admitting the truth made her sound horrid, she couldn’t hide from the facts, or the wetness between her legs. She loved denying Link. She loved teasing Link. She loved to see the desperation in his eyes and the blaring humiliation in his blush as he laid there bound in his chains. All the while she could do anything she wanted as he just throbbed in intense burning need.

Gannon sure had a cruel mind to torment his rival like this. Chastising him with a magic ring that would make it impossible for him to achieve the bliss of climax. The mere thought of the concept made Telma shiver. She pitied her poor pet. Such a tragic fate, befitting for a hero so cute.

There was once a time Telma would have happily milked the attractive hero for everything he was worth. The Bar Tender turned Torturess would have sensually  pleasured his impressive cock between her tits and let him pop as many times as he had wanted.  There had even been an offer on some occasions, but she was always politely denied. Maybe the tragic irony was what amused her so much. 

Now she could sensually play with Link all she wanted and never have to stop. The busty Hylian thought for sure if the poor elf wasn’t mute he would beg the gods to bring him back in time so he could accept her offer. 

“How tragic..~” she would think, squeezing her thighs together and biting her bottom lip. Telma strutted her way down to the dungeon, ready for more fun.

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“Oh wow that must really suck. I thought this would help that raging thing between your legs go down, but it’s only gotten harder huh? Pervert.”

Midna rested comfortably on the heaving stomach of Link, watching his yearning cock twitch in denied despair, all the while it was his feet going threw the real trauma.

When Midna appeared for her nightly visit she didn’t do so alone, bringing two Shadow Beasts in tow. One for each of Link’s ticklish feet. Their countless black tentacles licking and sliding against his sensitive souls from all sides. What was worse is when they wouldn’t even lick, the tips of the tentacles being very useful in scratching at his sensitive flesh. The poor boy laughed his lungs out for what seemed like sun rise all the while his mischievous “side kick” lazily played with is yearning organ like the toy it had become. Lightly kicking and rubbing it with her own delicate little feet.

Midna was no ally of Link’s now. Sure when she first appeared the night of his capture Midna had every intention on freeing her one way ticket back to her thrown, but then she saw what they were doing to him. Leaving him bound, naked, and so very very much in need. At that moment all her plans had changed. Link’s aura as a fearless hero had completely disappeared and only one of the cutest toy she had ever seen in her life was left behind. She HAD to play with him too. And for every night of his capture she would sneak in and do just that.

Midna would tease just as sweetly as Telma, but there always was a more sadistic edge to it. With her own powers she was able mess with him in so many other ways then some Hylian could.

“Hey” Midna asked. “Did you want to watch Telma jerk off Gannon again tonight? I kinda do. It’s really fun seeing you watch someone else get to cum while you’re like this.  You know.........

H A R D.~” 

The sexy imp could hardly hold back her smile at the reaction of her pathetic little toy. His struggling reinvigorated as the tickling still continued at his feet. The Shadow Beast’s tentacles relentlessly worked their way between his toes and teased up his arches. On his toes he felt as if a tickly tongue were working it’s way between them, but all the while the poking of the tentacles’ tips mimicked some kind of marching on his arches. As if he was being gang attacked by naughty ants with an axe to grind. 

Couple that with the threat of being tormented again by the sight of watching Telma lovingly work her affections on his nemesis’ cock. The burning jealousy of seeing the monster that enslaved him get the pleasure he wanted, and have his friend Midna actually get off to it? Her, wishing to join in while ignoring his obvious willingness to be her substitute. She would just giggle at the wagging of his cock and continue watching. It was a torment that left him simmering.

More time past till Midna’s ears perked up. She heard the clicking of Telma’s heels as the curvy dominatrix made her way down the hallway. The evil Imp simply looked at the hero with a knowing smile.

“Looks like you got off lucky for now.... Well, scratch the ‘got off’ part Eheha!” With a flick of his dick and a snap of her finger she and her shadow beasts had left as easily as they had arrived.

Link breathed a sigh of relief that the torment had stopped for now. Minutes went by and finally the tingling on his feet subsided and his tool stopped throbbing. Maybe now he would be able to rest.

Seconds later the dungeon door swung open and in cane Telma. As always she greeted him with the same cool yet seductive demeanor.

“Mhm, Well hello there handsome. And how did you sleep?”

Goddess damn it...

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It didn’t take long for Telma to have her slave back at full attention. Softly she sucked at the pulsating head of Link’s “Master Sword” all while the hero bucked in howled. The rattle of the chains being the only thing louder then his grunts of pure desperation.

“Come now hun. Another day another batch of people looking to have fun with you. And what chosen one would you be if you let them down? A naughty one that’s what. And you know what happens to naughty heroes dear.”

Just then the skilled Hylian began to use only her tongue and wiggled it wildly against his tip. Tickling it terribly while only a pathetic amount of pre-cum dribbled out. Was this a threat to show what would happen, or just something Link’s cruel tormentress wanted to do to make him ache harder? Did the answer really matter? It was pure pleasure hell.

From the corner of Links eyes he could see Midna, giggling at his plight. Do to his time In the realm of twilight he was able to see her where no one else could. Or maybe it was just cause she wanted him to see her? She wanted him to see her stare, see her giggle, see her shake his head at him wild he only bit his lip and shuttered.

And Link did just that, especially once Telma once again suckled his already glistening tip. 

He was ready.~

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Telma wasn’t lying when she mentioned all the people ready to torment him today.

With the kingdom so tightly under Gannon’s control there was really no one to fear, no one to worry about betraying him and letting his prisoner go. Currently in Hyrule, Link was the one who could be considered a criminal. 

To flaunt his confidence Gannon allowed whatever citizen who wanted to take it upon themselves to punish Link very well could. 

And come they did. One after another people would walk on in to do what they wanted to the poor elf boi all under his two former allies supervision. He was tickled, teased, spanked, feathered, stocked, taunted, tweaked, grabbed, groped, and left simmering each time.

There was a group of Hylian wives who casually talked about their day while each of them danced a complimentary feather over his desperate organ. Occasionally playfully chastising the elf boy for finding himself in this situation. Telma would even join in talking about how it “broke her heart” to have to do this to the poor hero, all wile they shared knowing smiles and moved there feathers even faster while he moaned and moaned and MOANED.

There were the guards themselves who would gather up whatever they could in order to tickle Link’s helpless body into submission. Some used fingers, some used tools, some showed creativity and used the feathers on their spears. Useful technique all of them in seliseding the most wild of laughter out of the him.

And then there was that weird miserable looking clown guy that just wouldn’t leave his feet alone for all the cash in Hyrule. He’d spend however long he could binding them in such intense positions, toes tied back, while he just tickled for dear life. He was nearly as bad as Midna’s shadow beasts. He would crack wise and make Telma laugh at his dry wit all the while Link just bowled away in hopeless hysterics.

There was that crazy bug woman. Those boating twins who fought over him constantly. Monkeys, travelers, enemies, friends. It never ended and he wasn’t done yet.

Another batch of visitors for Link were a gang of Garuto dancers who were also no stranger to the dungeon. Their malicious smiles unable to be hidden by their pink vails. Like Telma, they loved their job.

It didn’t take long for Link to assume his natural state of frustrated giggling as the Garuto women danced around him. They held silk ribbons that would whip and lick along the poor hero’s body while they did so, all while the music played.

Telma clapped along with the beat all while Link’s eyes were nearly in the back of his head. The ribbons were like touches of pure heaven but them being whipped across his nerves produced a dastardly ticklish reaction. And with six women dancing he didn’t get a rest, every second a silky ribbon would rub against him, making him shiver.

“Do we please you vow? Do we light a mighty flame within  you? One that burns hotter then our beautiful Desert?”The seventh dancer asked as she continued her own administrations. 

Her being the leader, and by far the most experienced. She performed an erotic belly dance while pulling the ribbon taut and slowly  glided it’s full length against Links tip. The non of the trails of precum left from his aching member ruined the fabric.

It went on for a good hour or so. The torment speeding up along side the tempo of the music. There wasn’t a second that went by where Link didn’t feel the agonizing lick of the silk against his skin, finally ending with all the dancers surrounding him fluttering their rags against his poor skin all at once. The leader herself wrapping hers against his member and stroking as fast as she could. All the while Telma continued to clap along and enjoy the show.

When their “performance” had finally ended they all took turns torturously kissing the elf boy goodbye as they left. Telma came back to Link after showing them the door.

“Mmmhmhm well that certainly was fun wasn’t it my love?” Telma playfully asked but only got a grunt back from her captive. His cock still wagging and throbbing. In fact Link was STILL struggling. Something that took The curvy Hylian off guard. She sat down next to him and watched his cock twitch.

“Oh dear, are you alri-“ just then she was cut off by a sharp breath from Link. Little did she know, while she went to let the dancers out, Midna couldn’t resist floating her invisible self over to her desperate tickle toy and start sucking him for dear life. 

Link had no idea what had come over her! She was like an animal possessed. He shook his head pleading at the shadowy imp form that he could only see for mercy, but she had none. Taking him in even deeper and swirling her tongue around his pulsating head.

Telma jumped back at the sudden reaction of her toy. “Good Goddess Link, are you ok?~” she went to go stroke his cock, causing him to scream at the overlapping sensation. 

This made Telma curious. It was almost as like a ghost was also having its way with the poor dear.~  If so she had just the person to call.

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The fortune teller looked down at him with a mixture of lust and pity.

“Something has you poor boy. Something cruel. Something that seems enamored with this...” she traced a playful finger up and down the lengths of Link’s shaft, “... ‘unfortunate curse’ of yours.”

Links eyes were wide and locked on Midna’s as she only winked and continued her sucking of his glistening head. Only letting go with a pop to send a jolt through the poor hero’s body for the spectators.

Telma gasped at the bleak words of the fortune teller, the wetness between her legs growing more and more.

“Oh Fanadi, there most be something you can do! Look at the poor dear suffer.” The bartender turned tormentress begged in a tone that couldn’t be taken seriously. The Mystic woman and her could only look down at Link as he gasped in bucked, still feeling the phantom sensation of Midna’s administrations. 

Fanadi bit her lip. She couldn’t deny the erotic site of this pathetic “hero” suffering away, yearning for a climax that would never come. Poor soul, poor sweet forsaken soul. It would take a cruel heart to want to make this worse for him.... It was then the curvy fortune teller adjusted her cleavage to show more and more of her heaven breasts. 

She leaned forward right in front of Link, giving him an eye full. “I’m sorry dear, but I’m afraid there isn’t much I can do for you. Or for this...~” She again traced her finger. “This Magic is far beyond mine. You just might have to let this run it’s course until it’s bored of you.” As if on cue, Midna sucked again, making the hero tighten his entire body and shiver uncontrollably. This time to the giggling of the two aroused women which only humiliated him more.

“Tata poor thing, and my the spirits be kind to you and your poor penis.” Fanadi walked to the door, swaying her large hips as she did..... Just then she came back and took the already desperate cock in her own mouth. Her full pouty lips glided up and down it effortlessly. Helpful as ever Telma gently held her head down allowing the woman to get even more of him inside her. Link made no sound, just laying there, mouth open as the pleasure rocked his body.

When Fanadi released him it wasn’t with a pop. She lovely slid her lips dragged to the very tip where he was just gently released. 

“My fee. Naturally.~” It was then she left.

Telma just stood there looking down on her pet with her hands on her hips. “Tsk tsk tsk. What ever am I going to do with the two of you.”

To Links surprise, Midna then revealed herself. She sat on his waist, cuddling his cock like a stuffed animal. “Oh come on, you can’t blame me for this! Who could resist. Do you think she saw me? Hehe!”

Telma just laughed and shook her head. She removed her top and let her large beautiful breasts pop out as free as Link wish he could be. “No no, I don’t think she suspects a thing. But she may always want to stop by for another check up.”

“Awwwww! You hear that Boy Toy? Heheehaahahaahh!!!” Midna giggled like a school girl all while Telma came between Links legs and placed his exhausted cock between her splendid breasts.

“Now then. Why don’t the two of us have some fun together before I go and tend to the kink, hm?” Telma tased her hands and wiggled her fingers threateningly.

“Uh oh! Someone’s in for double trouble!” Midna squealed as she did the same movements with her much smaller hands.

Link couldn’t take it! He couldn’t! It was too hot! TOO HOT! HE NEEFED TO CUM!

He needed to cum!

He ne....cum

Cum

Cum

.........

..............

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“KYAAAAAHHH!!!” Link woke up in his tent with a startle. His cock on FIRE! It had all been a dream, but still he felt the torture on his poor member. He ripped off the covers to give himself release,  but to his surprise he saw Midna there, casually sucking him off, most likely as he was sleeping.

They made eye contact for several minutes, that was until Midna began to bob her head back and forth as fast as she could. Effectively shooting him over the edge in a cannon. The pleasure was so intense he had to grab the peaks of her helmet all while she miraculously swallowed every bit of his pent up load.

Once his orgasm subsided he was  as unconscious as he was before. Midna only licked her lips and snuggled up against him.

“Mmmm 3 hours before you woke up. New record.~”

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