Hearing Zelda clearly, you stare blankly at the corporeal Zelda, who has taken it upon herself to continue playing with Samus as if she were her toy. In fact, you thought, she would be a real toy to Zelda if you were to lose this mysterious game. You didn’t have any other choice, despite the plaguing thoughts of Zelda playing unfairly. You had to accept to save Samus from this evil sorceress. ”I accept. I’ll.. play your game.” You state with confidence. This confidence immediately disappears as the Zelda playing with Samus stops her actions and turns away from Samus. A mischievous smirk on her face, you can’t help but wonder if this was the best choice. You begin to regret your words as Zelda begins walking towards you. She places a hand on the ethereal Zelda, it’s presence vaporizing into thin air with a bright, green flash. ”So, you accept, do you? This will be fun, don’t worry.”

         The lights in the bedroom dim, showcasing the new eerie atmosphere. Zelda snaps her fingers before happily giggling at your misfortune. ”Very fun.” A strange, metal table rises up from the ground in front of you, as the rest of the room seems to blur in a fade of darkness. You are shocked as the walls are no longer visible, a heavy darkness now eating away at the only light in the room, offered by a hanging chandelier above Samus’ bed. You hear Zelda giggle once again. ”Get on the table and we’ll begin.” You quickly shake your head in disapproval of her demands. ”Don’t you wish to saved your beloved Samus? If you do, then get up and lay on the table.” Zelda continues her demands against you, casting a spell with the flick of her wrist. Before taking heed of Zelda's words, you are quickly caught off-guard as several powerful thoughts of Zelda's feet burst into your mind. The simple thought lovingly gazing at her wiggling toes has been drawn out from the depths of your mind, as the spell seeks to cause further damage and amplifies it's intensity.

         This clearly isn’t a joke to Zelda. As you stand up and wobble over to the table, she continually scans you from head to toe, looking for possible weaknesses to abuse you adequately, all the while firmly gripping your mind with her enlightening spell. You lean against the side of the table, turning to Zelda. A faint realization between being hypnotized by the beauty of Zelda's toes within your mind brings you a strange update to your situation; the metal table is surprisingly warm. Zelda cruelly motions for you to get up onto the table, which you hesitate to do. You take a deep breath and lean back onto the table. You uncomfortably lay against the table on your back. Strange bursts of electricity seem to wrap around your wrists and ankles, effectively binding you spread-eagle to the table. You figure resisting would be a bad idea at this point, so you remain still. The spell cast upon your mind begins to wane, as the vivid images of Zelda's toes enticing you forward soon come to a halt.

         ”What, no fight? What happened to the vigor you possessed not too long ago? Don’t tell me you honestly trusted I’d keep my end of the bargain now that I have you and Samus as my personal toys.” Zelda grins, laughing at your foolishness. However sadistic Zelda was being, you knew that this was but her way of playing with her captives, but that didn’t help the thought of being stuck with her for eternity. A short respite of silence catches you by surprise as you hear two soft thuds on the carpet beside you. You turn to the side, only to see a barefoot Zelda climbing up onto the table herself. ”W-Wha.. what are you doing?!” You exclaim, as Zelda positions herself right above your groin. Looking on in dismay, Zelda floods the fabric of your pants with magic, disintegrating them in an instant along with your underwear. You are starting to realize just what kind of game this was going to be at this point, as Zelda finishes undressing your lower body, completely exposing your genitals. You take a quick breather to calm down, only to finally notice Zelda casting yet another spell; the summoning of a regal throne at the head of the table.

         The throne’s use becomes obvious to you as Zelda takes a seat in the throne, crossing her legs and dangling her feet inches from your face. As soon as you sight Zelda's soles, an unbreakable gaze forms locked onto her feet. Her soles, now clearly visible to you, are exquisite. Your heart races as you begin to wonder if she was planning on teasing you into oblivion using those beautiful, slender soles of hers, but this thought quickly subsides as you feel searing pain across your entire body. Electricity warps around the top of the table, as several strands of the crackling lightning go directly through your body to explain the cause of this powerful pain you feel. You lay against the table in exhaustion as the electricity comes to a stop. ”Now, now. Don’t get so excited before we even begin! I still have to explain the game, now don’t I?” Zelda states, as she triumphantly waves her toes in the air from above your face. You weren’t sure, but you had an inkling of what sort of game this was, and you didn’t like it. Zelda looks down at you, without any thought of other than teasing you in her mind. You assume she had prepared for this moment long ago, as if she was enacting one of her surreal fantasies on Samus and you.

         ”First off, the game. If you can take five straight minutes of my ‘playing’ without showing any interest, then I let both you and your little girlfriend go. If you fail that one task, I randomly choose between Samus or you to receive a painful punishment. However, at any time of Samus receiving the punishment, you can opt in to take it instead.” Zelda states, her words a slight glimmer of hope in this excruciatingly dark world of hers. It suddenly dawns on you how much you get abused in this world, whether you wish for it or not. Your thoughts are interrupted by Zelda, who seems to be capturing your attention with her agile toes. Your breath quickens with every movement of her subtle toes, as you are forced to watch and enjoy the cute little toes dancing around above you. ”Regardless of who receives it, the punishment shall be received until you lose interest. At that point, we repeat from step one. This process will go on until one of two things happen: if you, by any chance, decide to give up, I’ll take it as my win. Also, if either one of you loses consciousness, then I shall also take that as my win.”

         The rules in place, you can’t help but question the legitimacy of your conditions to lose. ”Wait, Samus isn’t conscious! Does that mean I lose already?!” You ask, posing a valid question. Zelda turns away and flicks her tongue as if her plans had hit a snag the moment you mentioned Samus. ”Very well, I shall wake her before we begin. You should hope she understands your reasons for subjecting her to this game.” Zelda says, giggling softly. She waves her hand at Zelda’s bed, as several apparition feathers are summoned at the foot of Samus’ bed. They slip underneath the dense covers of the bed and tickle the unconscious Samus in places you try hard not to think about. As Samus struggles in her sleep, she bursts out laughing as she awakens, the apparition feathers now stopping their assault and slipping out from under the covers to await Zelda’s command. Samus drifts back against the bed in a daze, her figure weak and exhausted from unknown reasons. ”Wha.. what is this? Where am I?” Samus asks softly. ”Nowhere good..” You reply, trying to stay silent to play the situation off as Zelda’s fault. Several iron chains magically storm under the covers of Samus’ bed, locking the already weakened Samus by her ankles and wrists, much like yourself. ”Your compatriot has requested that he attempt to win both of your freedoms with a game of endurance. I don’t need to tell you the rules, barbarian.” The elvish princess states, her words digging deep into Samus’ mind. Before beginning to question her status, Samus struggles to escape the grip of the chains, only to succeed in tossing the dense set of sheets off the bed, exposing her sweaty, naked body. Your eyes widen as you turn away in embarrassment, suddenly realizing Samus had been stripped and teased by the beautiful goddess dangling her feet inches away from your face. Samus lets out a soft yelp of surprise as she realizes her own situation, attempting to cover her exposed figure up with her shackled limbs. Though able to cover her exposed genitals, the real problem was Samus’ abused soles pointed straight at you. Through this sequence of unfortunate events, you knew this was going to be a difficult game. However, as you kept telling yourself, you had no choice but to win for both of your safety.

         ”So! Lets start this game off, shall we?” Zelda exclaims, pointing her feet downward and wiggling her toes right beneath your nostrils. The supple scent of her toes convincing your mind to enjoy their presence with ease rather than ignore them, a huge problem for the supposed endurance game you’ve entered yourself into.

         This isn’t going well. You couldn’t lie to yourself, as the game had only been active for ten seconds, and your body was already starting to react to the beautiful stimulus before you. Unless you want to devote your and Samus’ life to eternal servitude to Zelda, there was no way to stop. That isn’t happening, you tell yourself, as you bravely push forward into the game you have no hope of winning.