Fan Fiction ❯ You Make Me Crazy ❯ Don't Break What's Already Broken ( Chapter 5 )

“If you're not asking for money, then what the hell do you want? I'll serve my damn prison time if I have to, but please don't make it too long. I need to go…” Malon began.

 

“Honey, what's the rush?” the leader asked, casually looking at her hand and admiring her long nails. “You seem awfully uptight. I thought living on a farm seemed rather laid-back and relaxed. What do they have you doing there?”

 

“Just tell me how long I'll be here for.”

 

Ignoring Malon's question, the leader grabbed her by the waist, sat down on the floor and put her in her lap stomach-down. “I want to hear everything.”

 

“E-excuse me? OW!” she shrieked as a hand collided against her pale, delicate buttocks.

 

“Every time you refuse to answer my questions, I'll spank you for it!” and once again, the leader sent her hand lashing into poor Malon's backside.

 

“OKAY! OKAY! JUST STOP! OW!”

 

“You get hit for each time you yell. No screaming. Relax.”

 

“It's kind of hard to relax when you're naked, and being spanked in a jail cell by a thief.”

 

“Thief? Hon, I'll tell you my name if you give me yours. `Thief' sounds too harsh.”

 

“Alright, my name is Malon.” She sighed.

 

“My name is Master.” The thief leader said.

 

“Your name is `Master?'” Malon wondered if she should believe her.

 

“I will not reveal my true name, in fear of it somehow being slipped to the Royal Family. They hate us Gerudo so much for taking Hylian men from the marketplace for reproduction. We're always in trouble for that. But the Royal Family fears starting a useless war, so they merely tell the men to look out for themselves.” She grinned widely.

 

“So…I'll call you Master, then?”

 

“You bet!” she spanked Malon lightly enough so that it didn't hurt, but was rather obnoxious and unnecessary.

 

“What was that for?!”

 

“I felt like being playful. Now tell me, why the hell do you want to talk to that stuck-up, snobby bitch Zelda?”

 

“Okay, so Zelda and I are childhood friends, and I think maybe she can help me…OW!”

 

“Too vague, sweetie.”

 

“Ugh…my ass is going to be bright red at the end of this.” Malon muttered. “Anyway, I've been labeled `mentally ill' and `schizophrenic' for most of my life because no one believes me about the man I love truly existing…OW!”

 

“Sorry, baby. It's just this story is so cute already. It's so much fun knowing I have an adorable, naked, love-struck crazy chick, face-down in my lap.”

 

Trying to avoid back-sass so she wouldn't get struck again, she continued. “So I'm forced to take this shitty potion that really doesn't help me. In fact, it gives me blackouts, and makes me sick to my stomach.”

 

“Is that why you're so skinny, cutie? You throw up your meals?” she slapped Malon.

 

“OW! Just listen, okay?! My father commanded these boys who've worked at the ranch for a long time to force me to take the medicine. After he left, they…hurt me and tore my dress off. They finally got me to take it, and I passed out. When I woke up, they had taken off my undergarments as well, and I was covered in…their cum.”

 

“So that's why you smell so funky. Male fluids!” Master bellowed in disgust.

 

“Then the oldest boy killed my father.” Malon held back her tears, trying not to cry. “In his will, my father legally left the ranch to him…because he was eighteen. I'm only seventeen and apparently `crazy,' so I didn't get possession of it. Now he's my legal guardian…” Malon caught her breath and slowly attempted to creep her way out of Master's lap, but she was grabbed by the waist again.

 

“What does this have to do with needing to see the princess?”

 

“I…want to…report them.”

 

“Report them?! Honey, they frankly couldn't give a shit. My youngest sister was killed by an insane Goron who wandered into our territory, and the only thing they did was send him to jail for a few days and give him a potion to cure his supposed `mental problems.' They have their own shit to deal with. They wouldn't care about a farm girl's dead father.”

 

Malon just couldn't take it anymore. She let the tears flow. “YOU DON'T CARE, DO YOU?!” She got up from the Gerudo's lap and smacked her across the face.

 

Master snapped her fingers. All the Gerudo women who circled Malon outside before entered the jail cell. “Isn't she cute when she's angry?”

 

Malon went from furious to a bit threatened and scared. “You know, maybe I should get going…”

 

“Where? To your psychologist appointment?” Master narrowed her eyes at Malon.

 

“This girl's crazy? That'll make her so much easier…” one of the Gerudo women said excitedly.

 

“I'm leaving! I don't care if I get your clothes or not! I'm just going now!”

 

Master snapped her fingers once more and pointed to a nearby bucket. “Clean her off a bit. She has the disgusting scent of male on her. She's covered in cum.”

 

Two Gerudo women grabbed Malon by each arm and dumped the water bucket over her, cleansing some of the dirt covering her. They plucked the hay pieces out of her hair, and shoved her towards Master, making her land, once again, stomach-down in her lap.

 

“Everything I want falls right into my lap.” Master mused, and let out a chuckle from her own joke. But this time, instead of spanking her, she forced her to the floor, face-up. “You can't leave without us giving you a souvenir, by the way.”

 

“You mean an STD?” Malon growled angrily.

 

“No. Actually, you broke my heart, so I want to break something of yours.”

 

“You don't look hurt, you motherfucker!” she hissed.

 

Without another word, Master spread Malon's legs apart and slipped her tongue inside her flaps, darting her tongue around wildly upon her clitoris.

 

Speechless and shocked, Malon found herself unable to move as the slippery, wet intrusion found its way deeper inside her. She closed her eyes as the tongue stopped forcing itself upon her, and instead felt a finger with a long nail at the end dance inside her.

 

“Break it! Break it!” the Gerudo women chanted in delight.

 

Master waited for her to cry out in pain as her nail dug deeper, but she heard nothing. “Hey, what gives?!” she asked, puzzled and disappointed.

 

Malon whimpered, “It's not there anymore. It's already been broken.”