Astrid hangs helplessly amidst a metal frame in a net of ropes that are attached to the harness she's wearing. She's bent over at the hips, her rear high up in the air, her head toward him. Her arms are tightly bound on her back while her feet are roped to the ground, legs spread wide. And the look in her eyes as they meet his is pure panic.
Hiccup's heart sinks. He's ready to endure pain and torture, ready even to die here, but…
"What the…" He knows what's going to happen. Draga knows his weakness already, although he's tried not to show it.
One of the guards steps behind her, fumbles with his belt and Astrid's suppressed cry as he buries his cock in her ass cuts right into Hiccup's heart.
Her eyes are filling with tears as she frantically shakes her head at him. "Don't watch," he hears her whimper. "Hiccup, please. Don't watch!"
"Yes, you will watch," Draga purrs next to him, so low that only he can hear her. "You won't take your eyes off of your beloved, or it's going to become much worse."
Biting his lip, Hiccup watches Astrid getting rapes. Draga's hand is on his cock again, slowly stroking him, but if she thinks he will get hard in a situation like this, she's wrong.
It doesn't take long until the disgusting grunts of the guard drown out Astrid's low whining. "Fuck, yes!" he roars as he reaches his climax.
Hiccup tastes blood on his lip but fights against showing any reaction. "And what now?" he asks, voice flat and bare of emotions.
"What now?" Draga chuckles. "What do you think?" She waves toward her men and another one takes the place behind Astrid. He thrusts into her with force and she cries out in pain. When he's finished a minute later, another one steps up, his pants already down. Hiccup can see his manhood, big like a horse's.
He's trembling with rage and helplessness. "And for how long is this going to continue?" he asks, voice shaking.
"Oh, I don't know," Draga replies leisurely, humming to herself as the man with the enormous cock comes in Astrid's ass. He's shouting insults at her, hitting her with his fist, urging her to tighten up so he stays hard.
She's sobbing freely now, the plea in her eyes clearly visible. She wants this to stop but she also doesn't want him to watch. He understands her without words, just like it has always been between them.
A few minutes later, the man comes a second time, gets shoved aside by an impatient comrade, and Hiccup can't stand it any longer. He closes his eyes and averts his face in defeat.
"What do you want me to do, Draga?"
The Queen's face contorts into a menacing sneer. "Oh, that's not how it works. You had your chance, dragon boy. This won't end until it's finished. But now, that you've looked away, that you've disobeyed me," her strong hand grabs his chin and forcefully turns his face back toward Astrid and her tormentors. "Now, we can start for real!"
She makes a gesture toward her men and the one currently inside Astrid hurries up his thrusts until he comes with a howl a few seconds later. The ones behind him look disappointed, but there's also an air of anticipation among them, one Hiccup doesn't like. Not at all.
The men look past him and he hears more men approaching, apparently bringing another prisoner, judging by their comments. He can't see who it is, can't turn around enough to look, but he hears something.
The low warbling noises of his best friend.
I don't read much. If this story resembles another fanfiction then it's coincidential.