This Little Game

by NightWritesTales

Set during "Gold Rush" After the dragon riders are captured and forced onto Viggo's ship, Hiccup soon realizes that Viggo is out for a very different sort of revenge. What exactly does the hunter desire? Why, he wants Hiccup and Astrid to give him a little show! AKA the age old: Best Friends Kidnapped and Forced to Fuck

2. Chapter 2

Hiccup shook where he sat, looking up at the hunter with glassy eyes. Astrid still sat directly before him, her head down, breaths shallow. A million thoughts raced through his mind, truth be told, he was still trying to process everything that had just happened while he was in his… state. And now Viggo throws this at him?

The cold air of the room chilled him to the bone, his near-nakedness didn't help either. He wanted to look to Astrid, gage her reaction to the dragon hunter's words, she was the only person who was going through this situation with him. And, of course, she was his best friend. He always looked to her when they were in a situation he thought they couldn't get out of.

Well, she had been his best friend. Hiccup honestly wondered if she'd even want to look at him after today. He guessed Viggo would get what he wanted, their friendship would be forever tainted.

"You're processing it all, I understand, it is quite a bit to take in." Viggo went on, his face expressionless despite the levity of his words.

"Viggo-" Hiccup started, choosing his words carefully. "I-I don't understand… We did what you asked of us. And now you want us to… do that?"

"I do, dear Hiccup. It's only fair."

" Fair? " Astrid questioned softly, finally breaking her silence, but keeping her eyes on the floor. "How is any of this supposed to be fair?"

Viggo tilted his head in interest, staring directly at the girl in her vulnerable state. "Oh goodness, do I really need to re-explain myself? All it will do is prolong our little game… Although, you have seemed to enjoy it so far, maybe you want this to go on?"

Astrid gave a groan of disgust, holding her arms tighter across her exposed chest.

"Please…" She pleaded under her breath, head still low. All eyes in the room landed on her sullen form. "Please show us mercy…"

"Stupid girl," Viggo remarked indifferently. "Can't you see? I already have. You've been quite lucky so far, if I do say so myself."

Hiccup thought hard, trying to think of anything that could help them. An idea came to mind, and he tried hard not to let his anger get the best of him, knowing that talking back with his usual wit would only upset the Grimborn further, he was quiet when he spoke on, "So, you want us to go all the way? Right?"

"This is the last time I'm going to repeat myself, Hiccup."

" How? " Hiccup was quick to ask.

Viggo rolled his eyes, "Hiccup, you're nineteen years old, correct? Do I seriously need to explain to you how-"

"No-no!" Hiccup cut him off, "I mean, how am I supposed to be able to do that?! I already…" Hiccup's voice trailed off at the end of his statement, too embarrassed to continue, the boy studied the floor between him and Viggo with a petrified expression.

Viggo seemed to understand, giving an airy chuckle when he realized what the boy was referring to, "Poor dear Hiccup, you aren't as observant as you claim to be, are you?"

Hiccup looked back to the hunter, confusion lining his features.

Viggo continued, "I think you need to study your… situation a little closer."

At first, Hiccup didn't know what he was talking about. Slowly he looked at Astrid, who was now sitting on the floor in front of him, curling in on herself even tighter than before. Then, he looked at himself. His almost completely naked state made him feel all the more vulnerable at the moment, it was when he looked down at his exposed manhood that he finally understood.

He was still hard.

How? How could he still be hard?! After what was probably the most explosive orgasm of his life, there's no way it was possible!

"As much as your perplexion amuses me, dear boy, I must admit something. I haven't told you everything about our little game just yet. There were certain pieces that I thought were all too good to spoil so early on."

Viggo had reached down to retrieve something from the floor as he spoke, when he stood, Hiccup saw that he was holding the empty syringe.

The hunter continued as he eyed the object thoughtfully, "The aphrodisiac I injected you with has certain… properties." He looked back to the boy with a devious smile. "You see, if a person isn't accustomed to the drug, using it will elicit a feral, almost animalistic reaction to it's effects. Typically, for first time users, this particular symptom wears off after they have their first release. Of course, once you become a regular user these side effects tend to dissipate completely, and what's left is quite simply really. They allow a man to have orgasm after orgasm, something that would be quite impossible to achieve without it."

Hiccup sat still as the hunter explained this, trying to process the events that already took place. Viggo was correct, Hiccup had little recollection of what even happened since he'd been injected with the drug, but what he did remember could easily be described as animalistic. Just one look at Astrid's current state could confirm that.

But there was something else too, an underlying threat behind Viggo's words. Hiccup knew something sinister was at play, and it only took him a few more moments of deep thought to finally understand. His eyes widened as he stared down the hunter, even from his vulnerable state on the hardwood floor, he was able to make out what the man had really intended.

All of it was planned. Viggo knew that he would react the way he did under the drug. He knew the carnal nature that would come of it. The hunter knew that he'd become clear minded once he'd achieved his first orgasm. A wave of nausea hit him in the gut.

"You monster…" Hiccup muttered.

"Maybe so, but you understand now, yes?" Viggo smirked as he went on, leaning forward to address the boy directly. "I wanted you to be in a conscious state of mind for our main event. I want you to remember every moment of it."

Hiccup took a shaky breath. Viggo moved forward towards the pair, stopping in front of Hiccup and kneeling down to get face to face with the boy.

The hunter looked him up and down, dark eyes landing on his emerald ones, "See what I mean when I said I already showed you mercy? Letting the drug take control of your mind thus far was a gift. As you'll soon find out, I'm sure."

Hiccup wanted to lunge at the man, tackle him to the floor and tear his throat out with his teeth. Claw out his eyes and feed them to the dragons. Set his body ablaze and throw any remains into the deepest depths of the ocean. Never to be found or seen by anyone again.

But he couldn't. Too much was at stake. Even if he and Astrid could somehow get the upper hand, disarm everyone in the room and open the cells. There was no way more of Viggo's men weren't posted outside the doors of the chamber. They would hear, they would kill them, their dragons, and the remaining riders. It was hopeless.

Viggo gave the boy one last devious smile, then stood abruptly, turning on his heel to walk back to his front row seat. "On your feet, both of you."

Hiccup took a quick breath, immediately turning to Astrid, who sat in the same manner she'd been in since his finish. Despite his reluctance, he placed both hands on her upper arms, heart pinging as she flinched violently at his touch.

"Astrid, come on…" He whispered to her, but she remained still.

"I indulged in the slow burn of your foreplay, I truly did." Viggo taunted, Hiccup glanced at the hunter, who had already taken a seat once more. "But my patience has since worn much thinner, I suggest you get moving."

" Astrid- " Hiccup begged, tugging slightly at her upper arms, trying desperately to get her to stand.

" No! Please Hiccup- " She muttered shakily, she still sat solemnly on the cold floor. Her voice nearly brought tears to his eyes.

"We have to, Astrid. Please…" He urged, forcing himself to say such damning words.

She gave a little cry as he successfully pulled her upwards. Clumsily, he got her to her feet. Though she still leaned into him heavily for the first few moments of them standing upright. He pulled her back, finally looking into her sad, blue eyes. There were no tears, if anything she appeared strong, he couldn't possibly understand how. He gave her a little nod, to which she returned. Slowly he let go of her biceps, letting his arms fall to his sides.

After releasing his hold on her, he realized the state of his nakedness rather quickly. He swiftly reached down to pull his trousers back up.

"No need for that, dear Hiccup."

Of course there wasn't.

Hiccup fought hard not to roll his eyes in frustration. Now he was just supposed to stand there? Erect cock bobbing about and pants around his knees? Humiliating couldn't even begin to describe what he was feeling, but he knew it was only a fraction of what Astrid had been through so far. He looked to Viggo with deathly rage, trying not to let his emotions slip into his voice.

"What do you want us to do first?"

Viggo smiled, "I'm glad you asked." His expression suddenly turned serious, he looked at Astrid. "Take off your boots, girl."

She blinked a few times, indifferent expression still plastered across her face. After a few moments, she looked down to her feet. One at a time, she kicked the fur boots off her feet. Once they'd been removed, she reached down to start stripping off her socks.

While this happened, Hiccup finally thought to look at the eldest Grimborn brother, who was standing just a few feet to the side of Viggo. His mighty, dragon-proof sword was positioned in his right hand. Hiccup also couldn't help notice the unsettling look on the mountainous man's face, he watched Astrid's movements steadily, a hunger in his eyes. He could tell the Grimborn was staring at the girl's bare breasts, eyes following that area, watching how they shook with her movements. It made the boy scowl instinctively. As if any of the men in the room had the right to be staring at her naked form… himself included.

When she finished tossing the contents aside, she stood straight again. Hiccup was left to marvel at how she could still appear so strong, even after all she'd been put through already. Everything she'd been put through, thanks to the monster sitting a mere few feet away from them.

"Good, good. Now, for the leggings…"

She hesitated, but kept her eyes forward, refusing to look at the Grimborn. It was entirely pointless anyway. Moving her hands to the waistband of her violet leggings, Viggo was quick to stop her.

"Ah ah ah! Not so fast girl… Turn around."

Confusion got the best of her, and she finally looked to the man with questioning eyes. He raised his eyebrows at their sudden eye contact.

"Turn so your back is to Hiccup."

Her confused expression turned to one of complete shock, then to sad acceptance. Swallowing thickly, she did as she was told, turning away from Hiccup completely. The only thing in her field of vision were Ryker, off to the right, the bowmen, on either side of her, positioned at the cells, and the door to the chamber, which looked to be miles away. She could no longer see Viggo, but his voice had no trouble reaching her.

"Go on then, proceed slowly. Keep watch of this, dear Hiccup."

Defeated, she reached back for the waistband of her leggings. Grabbing hold of it, she slowly moved them downwards, over her ass, down her thighs and knees, until they were bunched up around her ankles. Slowly standing upright, she stepped out of them and kicked them out of the way. Leaving her completely naked aside from her small leather panties.

"The underwear can go as well."

Astrid fought hard to keep her brave face, but it was nearly impossible. That would be it, the little piece of clothing was the only thing separating her most intimate parts from every watchful eye in the room. She was certain all the men had been eagerly awaiting this moment. All except Hiccup, of course. Who was being forced to bear witness to all this, that was made very evident by Viggo forcing her to turn around, and give the boy the best view in the room.

She moved even slower this time, grabbing hold of the garments on both sides of her hips. In a breath of courage, she began moving them downward, same as her leggings before.

At first, Hiccup had tried to look away. Stare at anything else, the ceiling, the walls, the green cell doors that lined the corridor. But as she went to reach for her panties, the boy caught sight of Viggo looking at him. Making eye contact with the hunter, Viggo nodded towards the girl's behind threateningly. Giving the boy the command to look at her without actually saying anything. Hiccup closed his eyes somberly for a few moments, then looked back at the girl, who had just worked the undergarments over her ass.

For a moment, he fought to breathe.

She continued working the article of clothing slowly down her legs, exposing more and more of herself to him every moment. Her bare butt looked just as round and firm as it had felt beneath her clothes. Further down, he saw the beginning of a narrow slit. By now she had worked the panties completely down, and he was able to see a hint of the folds within her womanhood. Without even knowing how the secret little place worked, his penis throbbed at the view of it. As if his natural sexual instincts were kicking in, seeing the place where they were meant to connect.

Once the garments had reached her ankles, Astrid began to stand upright. But Viggo's voice caught her off-guard.

"Don't move." He said shortly.

At first Astrid was confused, she was nearly touching her toes at this point. Didn't he want her to get rid of the clothing? She twisted her neck to look at the hunter, who simply held up his hand.

"Stay like that." Viggo concluded. Putting down his hand, he then looked to Hiccup, who had torn his eyes away from the girl in front of him to look the man in the eye.

Viggo smirked, "Quite the view, isn't it Hiccup?"

Hiccup swallowed his rage, refusing to answer the man.

The hunter continued, "Oh, you had a field day with her ass earlier in our little game, dear boy. And there it is, bared to you with no fabric to hide it, nor protection from your touch."

The last thing Hiccup wanted at the moment was a reminder of what he'd done under the influence of the aphrodisiac, "What are you getting at, Viggo?"

"Well, don't you wish to feel it?"

"Of course not."

Viggo huffed, looking baffled. "That's a bit rude, is it not? You were all over her not ten minutes ago."

Hiccup said nothing, just continued to glare at the hunter. Viggo shrugged, slapping a hand to his thigh.

"Very well," He continued, "I won't make you touch her then."

Hiccup was taken aback, marveling at the man's newly formed compliance. The boy's shock surely showed on his face, a clear indication that Viggo knew what he was thinking.

Then suddenly, Viggo looked downward at himself, and started messing with the belt hidden beneath his tunic. Hiccup was left staring at the man for a few moments, before finally breaking his silence.

"Uh, what are you doing?" Hiccup asked carefully, hands balling into fists at his sides.

"You said you didn't want to put your hands on her," Viggo replied, finally unlooping the belt from his trousers, he held the leather object up to look at it. "I won't make you."

Hiccup's blood ran cold. Viggo's eyes went from the belt to the boy in front of him, face twisting into another sickening smirk. He then threw the object, which landed at Hiccup's feet. The metal buckle made a loud clunk as it did so. Out of the corner of his eye, Hiccup saw Astrid violently flinch as it hit the floor.

"So use that." Viggo finished, resting his upper arms on his knees, leaning in for a closer examination.

Hiccup simply looked at the object, laying lifeless, but oh so intimidatingly at his feet. It was solid black, with small rips in the leather skin along the middle. The buckle was large, a grayish metallic color that reflected the firelight from the torches lining the walls.

The boy slowly reached down to pick up the object, holding it tightly in his hands as his eyes went back to Viggo. He had a sickening idea of what the man wanted from him, but maybe if he played dumb, he could buy them a little time.

"What do you want me to do with this?"

Viggo rolled his eyes, "What do you suppose I want you to do with it?"

Hiccup looked down at the object, eyes closing as his grip tightened, trying to hold back the pool of rage and horror pitting itself in his stomach.

"Say it, Hiccup. What. Do you think. I want you. To do with it?" Viggo asked meticulously.

Hiccup took a shaky breath, fierce eyes opening to glare at the man sitting before him.

"...hit her?"

"Well look at you! You've always been quite the genius, haven't you?" Viggo exclaimed with mock enthusiasm. Then, his demeanour changed to a more mundane one. "I know you'll have no problem doing the deed, dear Hiccup. You've already spanked her once just in our time together! And I never even commanded you to do so…"

It was like a knife to his chest, Hiccup could do nothing but go back to staring at the object in his hands. Guilt weighing him down like he'd never experienced before.

Astrid, meanwhile, was still bent over in what was possibly the most degrading position imaginable. Stark naked and listening to the hunter's awful words. She was struggling to breathe, the position alone made it difficult, but it was damn near impossible when she heard Hiccup start to shift to the area beside her.

If she'd had looked at him, she would've seen his horribly regretting eyes trying to find her's. Wanting her to acknowledge him in any way, maybe in an attempt to make it seem like she was somewhat consenting to the heinous act he was about to commit.

But she didn't want this. He knew that for certain. Neither of them wanted what was happening to them. So she kept her eyes down, not wanting to see what was fixing to happen next.

He placed a cold, shaky hand on her lower back. Holding the folded belt firmly in his right hand, making sure the metallic buckle was not in the impacting area. At least he was using his non-dominant hand, he figured. He glanced upwards at Viggo, whom he was now facing directly, Astrid being the only thing between him and the hunter. Viggo gave a curt nod.

Slowly, Hiccup lifted his right hand, moving it a considerable distance away from her rear. Before bringing it down forcefully, striking her for the first time.

In hindsight, he had probably been quite gentle with the first couple of strikes. Astrid remained mostly quiet, only projecting a sharp gasp upon the first impact. The sound of the belt hitting her bare skin was quiet, almost transparent to the ears of the men watching.

Hiccup watched the girl carefully, she stood surprisingly still in the process, which looked rather difficult considering how off-balance she should've been. He watched as her skin rippled with each hit, something that involuntarily made his erection quiver.

"Hiccup, this is truly pathetic to watch, you realize that?"

Hiccup stopped his movements, eyes going to Viggo. The man was rubbing the bridge of his nose in what appeared to be impatience. "I will say this," He continued, dramatically dropping his hand and glaring at the boy. "You are quite the gentleman, no doubt about that. And do you know when that will come in handy? When you have to comfort dear Astrid while she mops the blood of her slayed dragon from our floors."

He heard Astrid take a shaky breath below him.

Hiccup looked back down at the girl, then to the damning object he was holding. He tightened his grip, swallowing every ounce of resistance to the hunter he could. Eyes focusing solely on what he was commanded to do. He brought his hand up again.

THWACK

Astrid couldn't contain the shout of pain that came from her when he whipped her this time, the object hitting her with a brutal force compared to what he was doing before.

Hiccup stared her ass, watching as a red lash appeared where the belt had made its impact. It was vibrant compared to the pale whiteness of her cheeks. He quickly looked at Viggo, who finally appeared content with the effort he was putting into the chore, the hunter nodded again. Hiccup raised his hand.

What followed felt like an eternity to Astrid. She'd receive a loud, burning lash to her buttocks every few seconds. It stung horribly, and she could no longer hold back the cries of pain that escaped her lips. Though, she tried muting them as best as she could, biting her lip to the point she started to taste blood.

Hiccup worked the belt violently, trying to focus his mind on anything other than horrid red streaks he was creating across the girl's ass. Praying to himself that Viggo was satisfied with his actions.

But he was not so lucky.

"Harder." The Grimborn muttered, barely audible.

Hiccup stopped once more, looking to the man, hoping he'd misheard.

"I said, harder. " Viggo growled, louder this time.

The boy was horrified, he'd already been hitting her hard enough to make her cry out. Her cheeks were glowing red from the impact of the leather. Holding his breath, he raised his hand.

"Ah!"

Her yelp of pain was unavoidable.

Hiccup continued, bringing it down with brute force, putting more of his upper-body into the swing than before. After a few more blows, and a few more horrific red marks across her backside, Viggo spoke up.

"Stop." He said simply.

Hiccup was more than happy to oblige, relief flooding him as he finally lowered his hand. But when he looked to Viggo, the man still looked off. Like he was holding back anger, the look of impatience on his face was more prevalent than ever before.

"You displease me, Hiccup. When I give you a command, I expect you to follow it." He glared into the boy's emerald eyes, before nodding swiftly towards the belt in his hand. "Flip it around."

Hiccup stared at the hunter, every fiber in his being trying to grasp how so much evil could be concocted into just one, simple man. Reluctantly, he flipped the belt around, making the metallic buckle the forefront of the impact point.

"Proceed."

Hiccup looked at the object with dread. With a shaky hand, he raised the belt once more.

" AH! "

Astrid shouted as the metal met her skin, the sting of the earlier strikes seeming like a little slap on the wrist compared to the pain she now felt.

Hiccup continued to hit her. Taking a few more seconds between each strike to let her adjust to the pain. The red marks on her ass now resembled the shape of the buckle, burning a deeper red than any of the marks from before.

He went on, grunting slightly with each swing, putting much more effort into it than earlier. Viggo's voice rang out again.

"Harder, Hiccup."

He pulled back further, the belt meeting her flesh with brutal force. She was beginning to sway with each hit, the strikes sending her off balance every time they would land on her skin. The marks were beginning to spread over a greater area, going down her upper-thighs as well as her buttocks.

" Harder. " Viggo instructed in a sing-song like tone.

Hiccup struck her with more force, knocking her forward so much Astrid had to plant her hands firmly on the wood floor to maintain her balance.

Viggo's hands balled into fists with rage, "I won't repeat myself again, Hiccup."

Hiccup looked at Viggo, pleading eyes threatening to fill with tears, " Viggo- "

The hunter's thunderous voice cut him off, "You will strike her like you mean it, Hiccup! If you don't, I will! And I will continue to strike her until there's no fucking flesh left on that pretty ass of hers! Then I'll make you watch as I strangle the life out of her with the belt, and let every single man on this ship fuck her bloody corpse! STRIKE HER!"

Astrid heard nothing but the whiz of leather moving forcefully through the air.

THWACK!

Astrid's screams echoed through the walls of the chamber.

THWACK!

Hiccup watched as the marks he left turned from a vibrant red, to dark purple. He put his entire body into his swings.

THWACK!

Tears of pain fell from Astrid's eyes, dotting the floor beneath her. Her throat burned as she screamed.

THWACK!

He was beginning to draw blood.

THWACK!

"HICCUP!" Astrid couldn't help but yell.

THWACK!

"HICCUP PLEASE, I'M BEGGING YOU! "

THWACK!

Astrid let out one final shriek as she could no longer keep her balance. She fell forward, landing on her hands and knees, letting her forehead gently rest on the ground. Ass still in the air, she began to sob.

Hiccup stood there, completely still, and watched as she clumsily fell. After staring at the beaten girl's form for a few moments, he looked to the damned object he held in his right hand. There were specks of blood smeared across the silver metal. The object felt as if it were burning into his hand, he let it slip through his sore fingers and heard it fall to the ground with a loud CLUNK.

He stared at the palm of his hand, eyeing the red mark where he'd been gripping the leather so firmly. Then he stared at Viggo, the monster before him, who was sitting proudly upright in his seat. The man glanced quickly at the sobbing girl, then looked back to Hiccup, a smile growing on his indifferent face.

"Well done. See what you can accomplish when you put your mind to it?"

Hiccup gritted his teeth painfully. He refused to look at the innocent, sobbing girl below him, and he could no longer stand to look at the evil man that commanded him to do such horror. He opted to close his eyes, letting his head fall as shame washed over him like the waves knocking against the side of the very ship he stood in.

Astrid's sobs slowly began to die off, she held her lowered head in her hands, wiping the remaining tears from her watery eyes and sniffling. Still in her compromised position on her knees and elbows, as she was too afraid to move. Fearing that any action she took would result in punishment by Viggo. And fear him, she did. Now that she had felt exactly what the man was capable of doing...

What he was capable of making Hiccup do…

"I think I've prepared you two quite nicely for our main event." Viggo went on, gesturing towards Hiccup's trousers. "Go on and remove those, dear Hiccup. Your leg as well, you won't be needing it. I think Astrid's made it clear she prefers to be on the ground from this point on."

Hiccup forced himself to open his eyes, glancing quickly to see the state of his friend. She held her same position, and he could see she was trembling. His eyes involuntarily went to her ass, and it almost immediately made him nauseous. It was covered in vibrant red and purple lashes, and he could see spots where she'd begun to bleed. There were hardly any traces left of her natural, pale skin.

With hesitance, he lowered himself down to a seated position on the floor. He undid the clasps that held his leg, removing it and tossing it aside, doing the same with his pants a moment later. Astrid's panties had since slipped off her ankles since her fall, laying on the ground next to her battered body. And just like that, the two were completely naked in front of their crowd.

The feeling of helplessness had never been more prevalent. Never, in either dragon riders' life, had they been as exposed as they were then. Everything they'd ever thought sacred, bared to a madman and his demented crew. Every intimate part of themselves they had always thought they'd share with someone who really meant something to them. Admittedly, both thought that it would be one another, that they'd ultimately share themselves with. As horrid, and despicable the actions were from the man who forced them into the situation, at the very least, they were going through it together.

"I strongly believe I know the answer to this, Hiccup. But tell me, have you ever seen a girl's womanhood for yourself?"

Seated concededly on the ground, Hiccup looked somberly up at the man addressing him. He shook his head.

"Oh my, you can't begin to imagine what you've been missing out on." The hunter then turned his attention to the girl before him. Her head was still buried in her hands when he addressed her, "Astrid-"

Slowly, she lifted her head. Laying her hands gently on the hardwood floor underneath her. With what seemed to be all the willpower she had left in her, she looked to the hunter.

Viggo continued when her eyes met his, "On your back, darling."

She forced air into her burning lungs. Looking back down at the floor for a mere few moments, she groaned as she pushed herself upwards. Moving carefully, she swung her arm around to steady herself facing upwards. Hands supporting her weight, as her rear was still off the ground. Keeping her knees pressed together as tightly as possible to preserve her decency as long as possible, she slowly lowered her butt to the floor, face contorting in agony as the battered flesh pressed upon the ragged wood. She inhaled sharply as all of her weight went to the injury, though she kept herself upright, leaning slightly back while using her arms as kickstands at her sides.

Hiccup kept his eyes down, away from her moving figure. Though, he couldn't help but wince himself when he heard her body make contact with the floor. When he finally did look at her, her knees were firmly pressed together. Heels resting softly on the ground in front of her.

"Your attempts at modesty are nothing short of useless at this point, dear Astrid."

She clenched her eyes shut at the hunter's words.

Viggo went on, "Open your legs for the poor boy, haven't you made him wait long enough?"

She painstakingly opened her eyes, looking sadly at Hiccup and making eye contact with him for the first time in what felt like an eternity. He looked utterly defeated sitting there before her, the look in his eyes practically screaming: I don't want this from you… you know I don't want you to do this…

That's what she knew to be true, deep down. But one look at his still-throbbing manhood made her fears surface once more. She tore away from his gaze, head falling as she rested her chin to her chest. She leaned backwards, still using her arms to support her, and slowly spread her legs open. Giving the boy in front of her a supreme look at her most sacred place…

Hiccup fought to have any reaction at all, not wanting to give Viggo the satisfaction. But great Thor almighty he couldn't help himself.

A quiet, but audible moan fell from his lips the moment he saw her fully exposed to him. He had been telling Viggo the truth, he'd never seen a woman's genitals before. Not even in drawings. At least not ones as detailed as the actual thing.

The first thing he noticed was the thin hair that was gathered above the start of her slit. It was definitely blonde, but a much darker blonde than the hair atop her head. The next thing he saw, as his eyes travelled downward, was a collage of pinkish folds, not unlike the color of her nipples. Farther down, below where the slit ended, was what had to be her anus. The sight alone made him sweat, despite the cold temperature of the room they were held in.

Suddenly, Viggo broke his silence, "Marvelous, isn't it? You never forget the first time you see one, my boy. Perhaps you'd like a closer look? Go on, Astrid, give him a better view."

At first, Hiccup wasn't sure what the hunter was referring to. Though, Astrid seemed to painfully understand the command. She lifted her right hand, wincing as her weight shifted underneath her, and moved it down to her nether regions.

Before Hiccup even knew what happened, she'd moved her finger within the soft slit. Slowly, she spread her middle finger from her index. Parting her folds and giving him a view of what her regions really consisted of.

His eyes widened as she did so, face undoubtedly full of childlike amazement at her actions. Viggo seemed to notice immediately.

"Why don't you get a little closer, dear boy."

Hiccup obliged, slowly making his way to his hands and knees, crawling hesitantly between the girl's spread legs. He stopped while he was still a considerable distance from her most intimate place, but Viggo was having none of it.

"Closer." The hunter demanded.

Swallowing his fear, Hiccup did as he was commanded, lowering himself to rest on his elbows until his face was just mere inches away from the slit. Astrid shuttered as she felt his breath dance across skin that was definitely not used to the sensation.

Being so up close, as well as having her folds parted, Hiccup was able to make out every detail of the intimate area. His eyes drifted to a little hood at the very top of the slit, and he thought he could make out a little pea-sized, fleshy nub beneath it. Looking further down he barely noticed a little opening towards the center, hidden within the pink flesh. Was that… the hole? It looked impossibly tiny. But as his eyes made it to the bottom of the slit, he noticed another opening, still small, but the flesh surrounding it more concave than the previous hole.

If he was being honest, he hadn't the slightest idea of what he was supposed to do with the region. The horrifically awkward speech his Dad had given him years prior made the whole thing sound rather simple. But nothing, absolutely nothing about what lay in front of him looked simple.

"A man's first glance at a woman's most intimate places is something that should be experienced across all of a man's senses, wouldn't you agree, dear Hiccup?"

The boy remained silent, convincing himself the question was nothing more than rhetorical.

"Go on then." He heard Viggo continue, "... touch it. "

Hiccup felt his cock violently twitch and bob around aimlessly between his legs, before his mind could even begin to register the command. He hastily looked upwards toward Astrid's face. Her eyes were still fixed shut, but expecting his plea for permission, she opened them to meet his. Nodding to him swiftly, he looked back down at his mission.

Using his left hand, he slowly raised it to the center of the pink slit, and carefully ghosted his fingers over each of the holes, concentrating mainly on the lower one. Circling it and pressing down lightly on the opening. It felt so strange beneath his touch, the skin was impossibly smooth.

Astrid breath hitched as he started to probe her hole, not pushing deep enough to insert his finger, but putting pressure on the skin that shielded it.

Curiosity getting the best of him, his eyes went back to that little hooded nub at the top of the slit. It stuck out like a sore thumb compared to the rest of the area, he had to know what exactly it was. Removing his finger from atop her hole, he brought them up to rest in her pubic hair. Then, slowly, he slid his fingers down, lightly ghosting over the little hood.

The gasp he was rewarded with made him shiver with need, Astrid's clear reaction to the touch was enough to push him to try again. Using his index finger alone, he pressed lightly down on top of the little bump, then started wiggling the tip of his finger ever so slightly. Eyes quickly going to her face to see her reaction.

Her response was one he knew he'd never forget.

Her eyes shot wide open, mouth gaping as her head swiftly tilted backwards, " Oh Hiccup! " She moaned, unable to keep herself muted.

He continued his work, and Astrid was left to try to contain herself. She'd never experienced anything like this before. Even in the times she'd touched herself in the very spot he played with at that moment. It was nothing compared to the feel of his breath down there, or the sensation of him tickling her clit.

Much to the girl's displeasure, the youngest Grimborn's voice halted her blissful moment.

"That's enough of that, dear Hiccup. Plenty of time to play with that at a later date."

It almost pained Hiccup to stop his touches, seeing Astrid finally enjoying something that was happening to them made him feel less guilty for his earlier actions, but of course, Viggo had other plans. He removed his fingers from the little bump.

"Like what you've seen and touched so far, Hiccup?"

The boy hesitated, but answered truthfully, "...yes."

"Good… Now smell it."

The silence that fell was impossibly heavy.

"Gods, you're disgusting… " Astrid murmured, quiet, but Viggo heard nonetheless.

"Perhaps. But like I said before, this is something a man must experience with all his senses."

Hiccup tried convincing himself that he didn't want to do it. But the mere thought of smelling her body's truest scent, made even more blood fill his throbbing erection.

He leaned closer to it, unthinkably close, pressing his nose against the pink flesh of her opened slit, and inhaled deeply. The smell was beyond words. Mainly because he'd never experienced anything remotely like the scent before. If he had to describe it in one word, it would be… personal. Like he was smelling the very essence of her, in what was considered the most intimate gateway her body had to offer.

He pulled his head back slightly, exhaling fully onto the skin of her slit. Astrid shivered, feeling the warm gush of air tickle across her exposed holes. He finally pulled his head away.

"Good, good. Now, I think you can guess what I desire next?"

Hiccup looked at the hunter, his genuine confusion evident.

Viggo smiled, annunciating his next words meticulously, " Taste it."

Hiccup was beginning to wonder how he was still capable of being so in shock at the man's words. But alas, he was left there to gape at the hunter. Frantically turning his head back to look at Astrid, searching desperately for her blue eyes.

They were shut again, her brows furrowed in what could have been embarrassment, or even disgust. Possibly both. Either way, she refused to look at Hiccup. She only spread her legs a bit wider, and angled her hips slightly more upwards toward his face. Beckoning him to go for it.

He took another shaky breath, before lowering his head again. Sticking out his tongue, he ran the tip of it teasingly over the hole at the bottom of her slit. He wasn't looking at her face, but he heard her fight to keep silent as he licked.

Becoming a little braver, he stuck out his tongue as far as it would go. Starting at the bottom of her slit, he pressed the whole of it into her with great pressure. Sliding it upwards, slowly over both of the little mystery holes, up over her little hood, flicking the tiny nub with the tip of his tongue when he was finished.

" Great Odin's ghost… " He heard her mutter breathlessly, though when he looked up at her, her eyes were still fixed shut. Her slender chest heaving with each deep breath she took.

Hiccup's brain finally processed the taste of the little slit, and it's results were very similar to that of the smell. It was unlike anything he'd tasted before, but if he had to compare it to something, it would undoubtedly be something sweet.

"How does it taste, dear Hiccup?"

" Delicious… "

His eyes shot open. Recognizing that little voice instantly...

It was the same one from earlier, the one that had controlled his very movements when he was under initial influence of the drug. It was putting words in his head again, but he realized so painfully late… that he'd said it out loud.

Astrid opened her eyes at his response, looking at him with a mix of shock and confusion on her face. No doubt, his reaction was well beyond telling Viggo what he wanted to hear. It didn't stop the hunter from commenting.

"Well well well, dear Hiccup. It seems you've grown rather fond of seeing Astrid in such a… vulnerable state. It pains me to tear you away from your explorative endeavours, but alas, it's time we proceed."

Astrid finally removed her fingers, letting the folds of her slit bounce back into their proper place.

"Don't get too comfortable, dear Astrid. There's one final thing our Hiccup must take care of before our… main event."

She stared daggers at the man, shaking her head in confusion. As much as she feared what was to come, at this point she just wanted to be done with it. " What? What else could he possibly need to do?"

Viggo gave a mock-hurt expression at her words, "Oh darling, how could you be so impolite? How on earth is Hiccup supposed to penetrate you, if he doesn't even know where to put it?"

As sickening as the man's words were, Hiccup knew it was true. He had simply no idea what to do in terms of… that. If he'd not made that obvious already.

Astrid took a deep breath, looking back at Hiccup with a certain determination on her face. There was no getting around it, and she was tired of laying there like a toy, being poked and prodded by someone who was being forced to touch her in the first place.

Hiccup gasped as she grabbed for his left hand. In an instant, she'd grasped onto his index finger, bringing it close to her once more and positioning it against the hole at the bottom of her slit. He opened his mouth to protest.

"Astrid- Agh! "

Suddenly, his entire finger was engulfed in a warm, tight channel up to his knuckle. He watched as his digit disappeared inside her, Astrid putting tremendous force into doing so. Her face contorted as she stretched herself open with him, being the first time anything even remotely as big as it had been inside her.

Hiccup could only sit there and pant, looking to Astrid for any form of explanation.

She looked him in the eye, "There… it goes in there. "

He trembled. That was… abundantly clear.

"Well now, took a little detour, did we?" Viggo asked intimidatingly, but enthusiastically. "May as well enjoy it, right Hiccup?"

Hiccup was completely awestruck at this point. Mind unable to register anything other than the tight little channel that was currently squeezing his finger uncontrollably. He felt every ridge, every smooth inch of the forbidden place. Without really knowing what to do, he curled his finger upwards, the tip hitting the roof of her little cavern.

And Gods, he must've hit something, because the sharp gasp that came from the girl was one that sent shivers down his body, shooting directly through his penis. Which, now that he was thinking about it, throbbed painfully at the knowledge that it would soon be inside this little tunnel.

Viggo looked at the couple intently, a thought coming to his mind, "As extravagant as this moment is, and it is truly extravagant, I must ask. Is she wet, Hiccup?"

Hiccup thought for a moment, twisting his finger a bit to get a better feel. It was certainly… damp inside. But wet? He wasn't entirely sure.

"Uhh… I-I can't tell…" The boy stammered awkwardly.

"Oh, you'd certainly know if she was, dear Hiccup. I promise you."

"Then… I guess… n-no?"

"Oh, pity. I'm afraid that will make our main event rather painful for the lady. Especially considering it'll be her first time."

With horror, Astrid removed Hiccup's finger in one swift motion. And he was taken very off guard when she herself started prodding at the entrance to her tunnel. She stuck her finger in a little ways, then pulled it out, observing it carefully.

It was true…

How could she not be wet? After everything. Hiccup sucking her breast, prodding at her clit, licking her?! Perhaps it was their situation. Viggo and his men, watching her and Hiccup like a pack of starving dragons focusing in on their next meal. Maybe it was the indescribable pain she'd felt during her lashing. It really didn't matter, the fact was she was entirely doomed.

"We've waited long enough, have we not?" Viggo asked, clapping his hands together. "Time for our main event to begin, go on Hiccup, get on top of her."

Hiccup's breaths quickly became shallow, he looked at Astrid, hoping for any sort of guidance for what they should do. But when they met eyes, all he saw in her was hopelessness. Slowly, she lowered herself backwards, until she was flat on her back. Keeping her legs spread open for him, she stared blankly at the ceiling. Waiting for whatever insanity she knew was ahead to begin.

Accepting their horrid fate, Hiccup started to move, crawling upwards until his upper body was over hers, and his lower half between her legs. He shuddered as his throbbing erection painstakingly dragged against her warm folds.

He'd imagined this moment so many times in the past, the fact that it was actually happening under such sadistic conditions could have brought him to tears then and there. But he wouldn't break down so quickly. He had to be strong. For their dragons. For the fellow riders.

For Astrid.

Who looked anywhere but his eyes. Just laying there with her head on the hard floor, staring up at the wood ceiling of the chamber, probably wishing it would cave in with dragonfire. If not caused by their rescue, at the very least they would all be burned to crisps, her included.

Moving shakily, Hiccup reached down between them, grasping his cock and started feeling his way around her slit. The contact alone made him wince with pleasure, his sensitive head being dragged along her hot skin. He continued to clumsily move it until he was at what he assumed to be the hole she'd introduced him to. It was beyond difficult to tell without being able to see it, but he could slightly recognize the concave opening located at the very bottom of her pink slit. He looked desperately into her eyes for conformation, to which she returned the sad look, and nodded.

Astrid trembled beneath him. Body and mind preparing herself as much as possible for what she knew was about to happen. She felt him prod at her entrance with the tip of his cock, pressing against it only slightly, and she was able to feel the pure magnitude of his length against her tiny opening.

How in Thor's name was his massive penis, as she'd concluded when she was forced to take him in her mouth, supposed to fit inside her? She was a virgin. And she wasn't even wet!

She took a shaky, deep breath, eyes going back to that spot on the ceiling. She fought to keep tears from filling her eyes as she heard Hiccup sigh in defeat.

He continued to steady his length with his hand, making sure it was firmly against her opening. He tried looking into her eyes, but she simply refused to return the gesture. His brows furrowed, face turning to one of pure remorse as he murmured his final words to her:

"I'm sorry, Astrid..."

Her eyes widened, she inhaled sharply and her entire body tensed in pain as he began to push his length forcefully into her dry hole. And wanting the worst of it to be over all at once, he pushed hard.

He grit his teeth and screwed his eyes shut as he felt the head of his cock stretch open the skin guarding her small entrance, after a few moments the entire tip was inside.

Astrid bit her lip, quickly drawing more blood from when she'd done it earlier. Trying hard to keep from crying out in pain. But great Thor it hurt. It felt like the most sensitive area of her body was being sliced open. No… not sliced. Ripped. Slowly and painstakingly, every second another little millimeter of her flesh would tear at the sudden intrusion, and he'd only just begun.

Grunting now, he pushed into her harder, managing to make it another couple inches this time. He removed his hand from his length, steadying himself on either side of her to keep his balance. The deeper he got, the more moisture he felt, the easier it was to slip further in. Though, her core was still very dry compared to what it should've been. Taking one look at Astrid's painful expression was enough to ensure that.

Every second he slipped deeper, she felt more and more pain from the penetration. Her walls clenched tightly as he scraped against her unwilling tunnel. Her opening burned with the heat of dragon fire, being stretched wider and wider as she took more of him in.

Suddenly, as he was just about three quarters of the way in her, he came to a halt. Astrid gasped as she suddenly felt an incredibly sharp pain come from her lower abdomen.

He sat there for a moment, trying to think straight enough to figure out what was happening. It felt like a little wall against the tip of his dick, more slippery than the rest of her tunnel, but firm where it stood. Curious, he tried jabbing himself a little further within her.

Astrid suddenly yelped, face twisting in pain at his action. Her hands shot from the floor at her sides to Hiccup's shoulders, gripping them tightly. She finally looked into his eyes, shaking her head rapidly. She pleaded, " Please, don't-"

"All the way in, dear Hiccup."

Hiccup was mortified. Astrid looked as if she were about to break in half. But he had no choice, steadying himself, he screwed his eyes shut as he pushed hard into the barrier, burying himself into her fully in one swift movement.

" AHH! " The scream slipped from her dry mouth, and she dug her nails into his shoulders so hard it probably drew blood.

Hiccup was left to sit there and pant. There he was. Fully enveloped within Astrid Hofferson. Her hot little body squeezing and contracting on his hard dick like it was trying desperately to push him out. Though her core was mostly dry, he felt a new, sticky moisture forming near his base, around her opening. Every nerve in his being was aflame, tingles rushing through his body each time her walls would move. It was only then that it occurred to him.

That was it... they were no longer virgins.

"Well done you two, this is quite a historic occasion, is it not?" Viggo remarked. "I'm sure Hiccup is exhilarated, all men are when they reach this special point in their life. Unfortunately, dear Astrid, I cannot speak for you of course. Though I can imagine it's quite a lot to take in…"

"Go… choke on…" Hiccup panted, keeping his eyes fixed shut. "A dick..."

"Now now, dear Hiccup, that's a bit insensitive, is it not? Astrid has already done so once today."

And that's when every exhilarated fiber in his body turned sour. Guilt stabbed through him as he opened his eyes to see the girl the hunter was referring to. Her face looked less contorted, but he could tell she remained in great pain. Her eyes slowly opened to look at his, blue suddenly overtaking him, like he was caught beneath the deepest ice.

"On with it then, time to really begin." Viggo stated indifferently.

"W-When are we allowed to stop?" Hiccup pleaded, voice breaking.

"When I say you are. Though I wouldn't recommend finishing in her too soon, my boy, I'll only make you go at her again."

Hiccup gave her a remorseful look, before he began to pull backwards. The fires of lust igniting once more as he did so. Just as he was a couple inches from slipping out of her, he pushed back in. His foreskin scraped against her dry walls, tugging at the sensitive flesh. Causing immense pleasure for one, and unimaginable pain for the other. This time, he stopped the moment he felt her tunnel end, not wanting to hurt her more than he absolutely had to. He just prayed to Odin that Viggo wouldn't notice. He repeated his actions from before, pulling out, then shoving his way back in.

And so they continued like this. Astrid's body was trying desperately to conform to his length, but her dire situation and unaroused state made it impossible. This went on at minimum another few minutes, but every second felt like eternity to the two caught in this monstrous game.

Viggo would occasionally give Hiccup the command to go faster, steadily, he'd increased the speed of his thrusts quite a bit since they'd started.

The boy kept his eyes mainly closed, alternating between that and the dark wooden floor beside Astrid's head. He concentrated heavily on trying not to cum too early, but Thor almighty, he'd never felt anything like this before.

Her little opening squeezed the base of his cock as he moved, and her walls rubbed against his length in what was the worst, and simultaneously the best way imaginable. His balls slapped lazily against her anus with his shallow thrusts, adding little bursts of pleasure deep within him every time they made contact with her soft skin.

After what was probably another minute of thrusting at a considerable pace, a little noise brought him out of his focus. It was coming from beneath him. Swallowing his fear, he looked down at the innocent girl he was violating.

She was crying.

Not sobbing hysterically, like anyone else in her situation should've been doing. Or screaming out in what was probably the most intrusive pain she'd ever experienced. Tears simply ran down the sides of her face, dissolving into her hairline on either end of her head. Little sobs rang from her throat with every breath she took.

His soul rattled watching her like this. In so much pain. Having something so sacred, so pure, violently taken from her. Something she'd treasured throughout her entire life, something that made her… her.

His best friend. The girl of his dreams. Astrid Hofferson… laying on the cold wood floor of Viggo Grimborn's ship, naked, beaten, having her virginity stolen by rape.

And he was the one doing it to her.

All her pain. All the torment they were enduring. It was his fault. She trusted him. And look what he was doing...

It was breaking his heart.

He could do nothing but look down at her as he continued with his thrusts. Then, suddenly, his vision grew foggy, and he felt the moisture of tears at the corner of his eyes. He choked back a sob, the little droplets finally releasing their grasp on his eyes, falling on the porcelain cheeks of the girl beneath him.

This caught her attention, bringing her to open her eyes and look at the cause of the sudden wetness. Her demeanour seemed to change when she saw his face, guilt-ridden and full of sorrow. Looking down at her with tears in his eyes, he looked like he was silently begging for her forgiveness. She was about to speak, before an especially painful thrust made something pinch deep within her, she winced and bit back a yelp. It didn't help that with each thrust, her ravaged buttocks scraped roughly against the ragged wood she lay on, adding to the agony. She let her head fall back, screwing her eyes shut and giving a frustrated yell at the pain.

Hiccup couldn't take it anymore, he had to speak to her.

"A-Astrid…" He pleaded softly, only for her ears to hear. He choked back sobs as he spoke.

She shook her head, biting back her agony, "Hic...Hiccup… It-AH… i-it hurts. "

"I'm sorry… Gods Astrid I'm so sorry!" He looked into her eyes desperately, tears still falling as he spoke. "Y-You know I… I'd never hurt you… You k-know that, right? Never… I… I love you Astrid…"

Her features relaxed slightly at his words, she looked up at him, studying his eyes intently.

Maybe this was a bad time to say it. Hell, he probably couldn't have picked a worse moment to tell her. But Gods he meant it. He loved her so much. And it absolutely shattered him to see her like this.

She continued looking at him, eyes ghosting up and down his face as he worked into her. After a bit, she broke her silence.

"H-Hiccup… would you… k-kiss me?"

He was in shock at her words, wondering how on earth she could desire something like that. While he was doing this to her… Not that he didn't want to, of course. And he would do anything she requested, he would fly to the moon and back if she asked it of him.

He lowered his head, gently pressing his lips onto hers. Her hands suddenly moved from his shoulders, to around his sides and up his back, clawing at his skin and pulling his upper-body closer to her. He muttered little groans against her smooth lips as he worked.

He didn't intrude her mouth with his tongue. He didn't try to fondle her. He simply kissed her. Because he quickly realized that, not only was this the first time they'd kissed willingly all day.

This was the first time they'd kissed willingly in years.

So he poured all of his love into her. Every ounce of it he felt for the amazing girl beneath him. He kissed her lovingly because she wanted it. Because they wanted it. And though Viggo could control their actions, he could never manipulate the way they truly felt about one another. A bond that couldn't be broken, no matter the weather it faced, even if the two had yet to figure that out for themselves…

The small, warm feeling in his chest he'd experienced much earlier had suddenly returned, growing larger and larger every second his lips were on hers. Deciding to give her a break, he pulled back a few inches, looking lovingly at her. Seeing a light in her eyes that hadn't been there before. It was if she was having a revelation of some kind.

"Hiccup… tell- ah… t-tell me you love me… again?"

He blinked at her. Blindsided, but more than willing to comply.

"I-I love you, Astrid… Gods I love you…"

She suddenly lifted her head from the floor, locking his lips to hers again. Hands pulling him even closer to her. When she pulled away, Hiccup was left to stare at her face, seeing something he'd yet to see from the girl in the time they'd been forced into their little game. He saw her look at him almost… longingly.

He couldn't help himself. He leaned down and kissed her a third time, pressing his lips firmly against hers. Then, he pulled himself away, kissing chastely down her cheek until his lips brushed against her ear.

"I've loved you for as long as I can remember… all- oh sweet Thor… all this time… I've been loving you every day... Everything about you... I love… oh Astrid..."

He felt the hands she'd been using to gouge his back suddenly relax, she rested them softly on his smooth skin. He continued whispering in her ear. As he spoke, she surprised him with a little sound he'd not been expecting.

"Hic… Oh …"

Suddenly, he felt the entire tip of his cock, buried deep within her, become coated with a hot, slippery liquid. It was a small amount, but it helped loosen her tunnel a bit, sliding down his dick and allowing him to slide in and out a little easier. After a few more pumps, he realized he was able to penetrate her a bit deeper as well…

It dawned upon him slowly, but upon pulling his head back to glance at her face, which still showed slight discomfort, but little traces of pain, he realized.

She was finally getting wet.

Something about his words, the way they had kissed, it helped her body to finally relax a bit. Realizing that what he'd done had worked, he quickly resumed, peppering kisses across her tear stained, salty cheek and whispering lovely things into her ear.

"You're everything I've ever wanted, Astrid… everytime we're together I'm breathless… I love you so much… "

" Odin's ghost… "

Her walls seemed to finally begin to adjust to him, slightly wetter with more contractions, but still vice-like on his hard erection. He fought hard to keep from moaning too loudly into her ear, but her body's acceptance was making this so much hotter… He continued to thrust shallowly, not spearing her completely onto his length, but moved faster, breathing hard as the pleasure gripped him from the inside.

Out of nowhere, he noticed she'd removed her right hand from his back. After a moment of investigation, he realized she'd slipped it between them. Then began to violently rub at herself somewhere close to where they connected. She moaned blissfully into his neck.

He felt another wave of the slimy liquid crash over the tip of his cock, coating her tunnel and trickling hotly down his length. Her little channel's contractions were almost erratic now, gripping him tightly and almost sucking him deeper inside her with each thrust.

He brought himself to look down between them, watching their bodies move in sync as he worked into her. It was then that he finally noticed her breasts after so very long. They fell mainly flat, as she lay on her back, but he could still see them bouncing gracefully along with his thrusts. The bruises the lay across her left one made their movements all the more noticeable against her pale skin. Gods, she was perfect...

He tipped his head back, letting out a breathy moan at the sweet bliss he was finally blessed with.

Looking down at Astrid, he saw she was biting her lip. He couldn't tell if it was in concentration, or perhaps pleasure. But he hoped she was finally feeling pleasure, after everything she'd gone through, all the pain he'd brought her. This was something she deserved.

She opened her lidded eyes to stare longingly into his again, something deep and carnal hidden within them. Her face was relaxed, and she looked blissful under his spell. Hiccup stared at the young goddess beneath him, so entirely lost in her beauty, her being, their love, he almost smiled…

But Hiccup was so entirely lost in her, that he failed to notice something dire.

The boy had realized all too late that something in the room was off. Viggo had remained silent for far longer than he had expected. Fear gripped him, and he forced himself to tear his gaze away from the lovely girl beneath him, and look in the direction of the hunter's seat.

The seat that was… empty.

Astrid suddenly gasped beneath him, he looked down in time to see both her arms ripped from their placements on their bodies and forced painfully above her head. Hiccup stopped his thrusts at once, lifting himself slightly, looking straight ahead of him, coming almost nose to nose with the ruthless Grimborn brother.

Viggo glared at the shocked Hiccup for a few moments, before looking down at Astrid, whose arms he still held forcefully above her head. He leaned down, bringing his lips close to her face, but whispering loud enough for Hiccup to hear.

"If I had wanted you to enjoy this, I would've given you the drug…"

She was frozen with fear beneath the males, arms pinned painfully and lower body still attached to Hiccup. She shook with fear as Viggo finally turned back to Hiccup.

Who glared at the man with every fiber of hatred he had within him. How dare he? How dare he put them in this situation to begin with, then stop them the moment they succumb to the very act they're being forced to do? Hiccup didn't hate many people, but he would gladly watch the man before him die a long, painful demise. He would even laugh.

"You think I haven't noticed how gentle you've been?" Viggo finally spoke to the boy, maintaining his fierce glare. "I think you're forgetting just who's in control here, Hiccup. I tell you to fuck her, and yet you refuse to even enter her fully. Pitiful, but here's where this game ends-"

Viggo then took one of Hiccup's hands forcefully in his hand, placing it atop Astrid's wrists, making him take his place in pinning her arms above her head. Viggo continued.

"You will fuck her hard, fully, ruthlessly, and finish inside her until there's no drop of cum left in those needy balls of yours. And you will not release her hands. Understand? If you don't meet my requests... Well, you can imagine, can't you?"

Viggo finished with a smirk, before standing, and walking a small distance away from the couple. He turned toward them, hands behind his back in interest as he awaited their compliance.

Hiccup looked back to Astrid, horror across his face. She looked scared as well, especially considering her now even more compromised state. But something in Viggo's words had given her hope. How the game ends. They were almost out of his, she could take a little more pain, if it meant this nightmare would end.

She had no other choice.

She quickly nodded to him, giving him as much consent as she could in their situation. He gave her another terrified look, but obliged with the instructions he was given. Bracing himself with the one hand he had left to balance, he resumed his thrusting, hitting her deeper than before.

She gasped as he hit the end of her tunnel once more, but her own lubrication had made it at least a little less painful than before. She put on a brave face, taking his thrusts as he continued to ram into her at a quick pace.

"I believe I said fully, dear Hiccup." Viggo called to them.

Hiccup stopped for a moment, trying to adjust himself on top of her. Panting, he got a better grip on the girl's wrists. Looking down at her with sorrow, he continued thrusting. Even harder this time, his first impact drawing a little yelp from the girl beneath him.

He went off again, thrusting even faster. The friction was beginning to become intense, and he could feel the little coil within him beginning to tighten. His cock slid happily into her cunt, shaft rubbing against her soft ridges and head scraping against the little wall at the end of her tunnel.

She started making noises again, but they were no longer noises of pleasure. Hiccup felt his orgasm begin to slip away as he realized she was in pain once more. He realized as he was thrusting faster, that she was no longer providing him with her natural wetness. And the wetness that she'd gifted him before was quickly rubbing away with his rapid movements.

Feeling horrible that he was hurting her again, he tried desperately to make his thrusts more shallow.

"Hiccup," Viggo went on, visibly glaring at the boy. "I believe I gave you an order."

Hiccup looked upwards to glare at the hunter, but was instead distracted by something happening beyond the leader.

He noticed Ryker making some awfully strange movements in his peripheral vision, curiosity getting the best of him, he looked at the older Grimborn. Becoming instantly nauseous when he realized what the man was doing.

Ryker was standing there, watching the couple with vicious intrigue, eyeing the girl beneath him in particular. He held his sword in his left hand. His pants were undone, and his massive cock was exposed in the air of the chamber. He ran his other meaty hand over it intensely, jerking off as he watched the helpless girl get forcefully penetrated.

Hiccup wanted to throw up, and had to forcefully swallow bile down his throat as he looked to the guards in the room, the ones in front of the cell doors, even the ones who had led him into the room, they were all doing the exact same thing as the eldest Grimborn.

They were all touching themselves. Getting off on behalf of their torment. The only person in the room who wasn't engaged in some kind of sexual act was Viggo, who continued to stare at them, hands behind his back. Hiccup's mind wanted to go other places, like figure out exactly how long they'd been doing the action. Hell, they could've been doing it as far back as him hitting her with Viggo's belt. He hadn't even looked at them, the thought made him sick.

But he had other things to worry about at the moment.

He lowered himself further onto Astrid, hoping to get a better angle within her and make it look like he was hitting her deeper than he actually was. The girl's cries of pain became louder and louder as he did so, hitting her harder but still refusing to go all the way in. By now her core had gone completely back to the way it felt when they'd begun, fear gripping her body and keeping her from any compliance at the hands of Viggo.

As unlucky as that was for her. The sharp pain from earlier had returned, and her arms involuntarily strained against Hiccup's hold. She felt even more helpless than she did before, if that was even remotely possible. She cried out beneath him, causing him to slow his thrusts ever so slightly.

"I'm warning you, Hiccup!" Viggo growled, much louder than before.

Hiccup's mind was going a hundred miles per hour, everything happening all at once. One look at the girl's face beneath him made him shudder.

"A-Astrid! Oh Gods I can't! " He screwed his eyes shut, letting his head hang as his thrusts ceased all together. "I just can't! "

Viggo snapped, gesturing angrily as he yelled, "GUARDS! Ready your bows! On my command, you FIRE!"

"NO!" Hiccup and Astrid yelled simultaneously. The bowmen halted their sexual actions, quickly snapping into position.

Viggo ignored their pleas, "One!"

Astrid's eyes shot to Hiccup, "Hiccup! Just do it!"

He was mortified, "Astrid-!"

"Two!" Viggo yelled, louder than before.

"Please, Hiccup!" She thrusted her hips upwards, shoving his cock deeper inside her. The pair grunted, Hiccup from the sudden pleasure, Astrid from the shooting pain.

"THREE!"

Her hands balled into fists, and he felt her muscles contract tightly around his cock. She stared up at him with a fierce look in her eyes, then screamed at him.

" FUCK ME! "

Fuck you? Fuck you?!

OH I'LL FUCK YOU!

Everything happened within the span of a second. Before Viggo could give the command to execute, Hiccup's hand tightened painfully around Astrid's wrists, pushing them hard into the ground. He blinked, and she saw his eyes turn dark once more. His brows narrowed and he gritted his teeth.

And he went at her with no mercy.

Slamming into her to the hilt, his cock speared her cervix. Before she had time to even gasp, he'd drawn out and slammed his way back in, unimaginable pain shooting deep into her abdomen.

He thrusted at full speed, going so fast now she could barely breathe, all the breath getting sucked from her burning lungs. When she was finally able to inhale, it didn't take long before the air was forced from her, expelling from her in an ear-splitting, painful scream.

Her head tilted back and her eyes screwed shut as she wailed, face contorting as she felt the most intrusive pain of her life. It felt as though a spear was being shoved within her, over and over. Not only stabbing into what felt to be her uterus, but scraping hard against her dry walls, ripping into her opening more and more with each thrust.

Hiccup was moaning now, relishing in the lovely sound of their hips slapping together, marveling in the feeling of completely ravishing her tight pussy. Looking down at her face, he no longer had it in him to feel sorrow. Only extreme pleasure.

Her screams were delightful, fueling his thrusts with each ragged inhale she took between her wails. The tears now flowing freely from her eyes were nothing short of sensual, physical proof that he was doing this to her, and she had to take it.

She's yours.

The little voice rang in his ear.

She's ALL yours. Your fucktoy. Your girl.

You OWN her! Show her what it means!

She was now straining even harder against his hands, trying desperately to raise her arms, but was powerless against his grip. Veins bulged in her neck and forehead, her entire face turning a deep crimson. All of the sudden, it didn't matter that she had years worth of combat training over him, that she'd been trained to be a warrior since the day she could walk, that she'd always been at the top of the pyramid.

None of it mattered, because he was still bigger than her. On top of her. Stronger than her. And he would not give up his prize so easily.

Within a short time, Hiccup could feel his orgasm beginning to build. Each stroke of his cock within her made it more intense, and he could feel himself coming closer to the edge. He started feeling moisture begin to build within her tunnel, making it slick like before, but it didn't quite feel like the same substance. It was thicker, and more sticky than her body's juices.

He didn't pay any mind, just kept railing her as if his life depended on it. Because, ironically enough, it did. The girl's wails and sobs of pain continued to fuel his fire, and he began to see the light at the end of the tunnel. The little voice was screaming at him now.

Oh fuck! She's so hot like this, writhing under your control!

She was born for this, you know, born to be your little cocksleve!

Show her she belongs to you! Give her what she needs!

Your cum! Your seed! Plant it deep in her belly where it belongs!

OH FUCK!

Hiccup thrusted one final time, burying himself balls deep within her hole, head pressed firmly against the sensitive wall at the end of her tunnel. He expected to feel the familiar burst of the tiny coil within him, like his previous orgasm. But it was so much more than that.

His arms and legs suddenly began to shake, his entire body tensing as an eruption of sexual release sent shockwaves through his every nerve. Beginning deep inside his lower belly, then moving outward to the rest of him in what was easily the most intense orgasm of his life.

He opened his mouth to scream, but was silenced as the eruption knocked the wind clear out of his lungs. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, and he held a vice-like grip on Astrid's wrists that was sure to leave a bruise.

That's when he began to ejaculate. Astrid could feel it first-hand, as deep inside her body as he could possibly be. It spurted against her cervix, the hot fluid quickly filling her tight channel. And it just kept coming. She could swear she started to feel it seep from her opening, the last of the fluid pumping into her from his swollen balls.

Slowly, he came down from his heights. The mist clearing and his vision returning to the horrific scene he'd created. The first thing that his brain registered was the sound of Astrid's cries…

It only took him looking down at her for a second before he swiftly pulled himself out of her, releasing her wrists almost as quickly. But she just… kept her arms where they were. She lay still, limp, not moving an inch other than the quick rise and fall of her chest as she continued to sob.

Hiccup took shallow breaths, everything around him seemed to move in slow motion. Carefully, he pushed up and off of her, until he was sitting upright between her legs, which were still spread open.

Still trying to process everything he'd done, he stared at the girl, each one of her cries digging a little deeper into his heart. He wanted to cry as well, emotion building within him like a tsunami. But he didn't deserve to cry, he hadn't endured anything near what she had. He swallowed thickly, and forced himself to look down between them.

And he witnessed just the amount of damage he'd done.

The first thing he noticed was the unprecedented amount of the color red. There was an abundance of it at the base of his cock, where her entrance had been for most of the excursion. But there was also red that coated his shaft in long streaks, ending at the head, where a more slimy red dripped from his tip onto the floor beneath him.

Then he looked at her, and had to choke back a sob.

It looked nothing like the extraordinarily new place he'd witnessed earlier in their game... Well, it sort of did, just with a now gaping tear where her virgin hole had been. There was red smeared across the inside of both her thighs, and even more red, mixed with a milky white, that streamed out of her ravaged hole.

He had no idea what to do.

What could he do?

There was absolutely nothing on this earth that could've made the situation they were in even a fraction better than it was. Except… he thought suddenly, they were finished. They were finally finished.

And Viggo decided it was time to chime in.

"Well done, dear Hiccup. Well done." He spoke softly, Hiccup continued staring at the girl before him blankly. "I'm very impressed."

Viggo finally moved forward a few steps, eyes going to where Hiccup was looking, the battered genitals of the girl on the floor, who continued to sob helplessly as the men stared at her.

"Ah yes, a woman's first time is not as easily gone about as a man's, I'm afraid. And so much could be lost… I highly doubt she'll be able to marry anymore. But then again, Astrid never did peg me as the wife type."

Hiccup's head swarmed with too many emotions at once. Guilt. Anger. Fear. Hatred. But none showed on his face, he simply stared indifferently as his brain fought to compute everything at once. Picking randomly from the endless list of things he wanted to say to the man, he broke his silence.

"...th-the dragons?" The boy mumbled.

"Alive and well."

"...w-we're done now… right?"

There was a beat.

"...Yes. You are, dear Hiccup."

Hiccup finally looked at the man, blank expression still evident.

"...what do you mean, I am?"

Viggo let his head fall dramatically, then began moving towards the boy.

"I think you realize I got more than a little impatient during our game today, that thick skull of yours just refuses to follow clear directions, does it not? I think you're due for a little punishment."

Suddenly, Viggo grasped Hiccup's hair painfully by the back of his head, drawing a frustrated yell from the boy. Whose hands shot around to grab at the man's wrists. But he was powerless.

The hunter dragged him backwards a few steps, away from the girl's limp body. Then, Viggo stopped abruptly, keeping his firm hold on the boy's hair as he struggled.

"VIGGO!" Hiccup yelled through gritted teeth. "What in Thor's name are you-!"

"Go on then!" Viggo cut him off, Hiccup quickly realized that the hunter was no longer speaking to him.

Fear gripped Hiccup's heart as he saw Ryker drop his sword, walking towards the girl, still stroking his massive, erect cock in his hand.

Hiccup's eyes widened, "No… no no no NO! "

Astrid simply laid there, same position as before aside from her arms, which she now held forcefully to her chest. Her legs were also tightly closed. Her eyes were still screwed shut, and her sobs echoed through the chamber.

Ryker walked until he was directly beside the girl's head, then began pumping his cock furiously, moaning as he neared his end.

Hiccup fought with everything left in him. Punching and clawing at the hand that gripped his hair, but Viggo refused to budge.

"DON'T DO THIS YOU BASTARDS!" Hiccup yelled in furious rage. "THIS WASN'T PART OF IT! VIGGO, MAKE HIM STOP! "

But the hunter remained silent.

Ryker suddenly dropped to his knees with a moan, and Hiccup watched helplessly as he aimed his cock at the girl's face.

Astrid realized what was happening all too late. Ryker's semen gushed over her features, a streak hitting her in the eye, another across her cheek, one even landing in her mouth as it was opened in a sob.

She quickly spit out the vile liquid, trying to open her eyes only to be met with a stinging sensation in her right one, his seed irritating the membrane. With nothing left to do, she rolled onto her side as his final streak landed in her hair. Curling herself into the fetal position, she continued her sobs, tears mixing with the foreign liquid that now streaked down her cheeks.

Ryker stood when he was finished, tucking himself back into his trousers, and as an extra show of degradation, spit on her. Then, he simply turned and walked back to retrieve his sword.

Hiccup was exhausted at this point, but continued prying at Viggo's hand. Wishing death over having to see such an act take place on the girl he loved.

But he was not so lucky.

Hiccup then watched helplessly as the next hunter came forward, one of the bowmen, and mimicked the acts of the elder Grimborn. Moaning loudly and cumming all over the side of her body. One by one, the remaining three guards had their turn. By the time they were all finished, semen coated the poor, crying girl from head to toe.

Then she lay there, trembling and sobbing hopelessly. Hiccup suddenly heard the sound of gushing water, then bare witnessed as a pool of yellow liquid streamed over her thighs and puddled on the wood floor.

Watching her there, completely broken, soul crushed and entirely devastated…

Hiccup's heart shattered into a million pieces.

That's when he finally noticed the tears that had begun falling down his cheeks.

"Why, isn't that a sight to behold?" Viggo spoke above him. "Fearless Astrid Hofferson… Utterly broken, beaten, lain on the floor in a puddle of her own piss… weeping like a child."

Hiccup suddenly went limp, hands releasing their grip on the hunter's wrist and falling to his sides. He too, felt broken. Seeing the love of his life like this, seeing what he did to her. It made him long for death…

But Viggo finally released the boy's head, and Hiccup fell forward, steadying himself with his hands on the floor. He sat there, fighting to keep breathing.

"Now, that is all I have for you two, dear boy… Or should I say, man. If you think about it, I am responsible for having you take that final leap into adulthood. If anything, you should be thanking me."

Hiccup had never wanted any living creature to be dead as much as he did in that moment. No, not just to die. To suffer. Rot in hell for all of eternity. As if hell would even take him, the place would be far too good for a man like Viggo…

How dare he… That monster thought he should thank him?!

Thank him for what? Traumatizing them? Ruining any semblance of their relationship? Ruining what could've been their futures?!

Hiccup kept his eyes down as he thought all of this, only looking upward when he saw Viggo throw something at the floor between them. It was a washcloth.

Viggo looked to the bowmen, "Keep guard of them, I have other matters to attend to." He started walking towards the chamber doors, Ryker following behind him. Viggo turned to Hiccup a final time. "Go on, clean yourselves up and dress. I'm afraid our little game has come to an untimely end… Who do you suppose won this time, dear Hiccup?"

With that, the man made his exit. Leaving Hiccup to hatefully glare at them as they left. When the heavy doors finally closed, Hiccup looked in front of him.

Crawling slowly, he picked up the cloth, then made his way to Astrid's side. Situating himself behind her as she sobbed, still curled tightly in on herself.

Not knowing what to say. Not knowing how to help her. He simply stared down at her with great sorrow, holding the cloth tightly, then placing it gently on the sink of her side. She flinched violently, curling even tighter and letting out a loud wail.

He fought hard to keep his composure as he began to wipe her down. Removing as much of the vile fluid from her body as he could, careful to avoid touching the skin of her buttocks, which still glowed bright red and purple from her lashings.

Eventually, the only parts of her that still needed cleaning were her face, which was buried tightly in her arms, and between her legs.

He gently grabbed her shoulder, placing his other hand on her upper back, and slowly pulled her upwards into a seated position. Her head hung low, and long sobs still rang from her dry throat. Her hair was messy and disheveled, most of it falling out of its original braid.

He held her there, hands on her upper-arms, keeping her steady. "...Astrid." He whispered, voice nearly breaking.

She choked on another sob, then finally looked up to meet his eyes, her messy bangs falling aside to display her face. Her blue eyes were filled with tears, her right one in particular, which was also a nasty red from irritation. Tears mixed with semen flowed freely down her cheeks. Her face was no longer crimson in color, but rather pale, like a ghost.

He fought hard to put on a brave face for her, but he knew she could easily see the tears forming in his eyes.

Slowly, using the final piece of cloth that had been unused, he brought it to her face, and swiped over her cheek with it. She closed her eyes, causing more tears to fall as she let him clean her. Sobs still escaped her, though she tried to mute them. He moved over to the other cheek, wiping any trace of fluid from her pale skin, until the only liquid that remained on her face were the fresh tears flowing from her full eyes.

She looked at him, devastation written all across her face. He felt his own tears begin to fall freely as he suddenly moved close to her, resting his forehead against hers and closing his eyes. Just wanting to let her know that he was there. That he wouldn't hurt her again.

Ever.

She leaned into him as well, closing her eyes as they let their tears fall in unison.

Hiccup wasn't sure how long they sat like that, but eventually, he slowly pulled away from her. Looking down at the cloth in his hand, before his eyes returned to hers.

She nodded to him, gently taking the cloth from him and holding it tightly to her chest. With that, Hiccup turned away, and began crawling to their pile of discarded clothes. He heard her wince from behind him as he found his trousers, turning only for a moment to look at her, he saw that she was attempting to wipe her ravaged nether regions.

He tore his painful gaze away, working instead at finally covering his naked body.

It was when he'd worked his trousers up himself that he noticed his cock, it was still rather hard, thanks to the drug he'd been given. Not wanting Astrid to notice, he tucked it best he could to an unnoticeable spot within his pants, it was still spotted with her blood, but dried for the most part. He then scooted across the floor to finally reattach his leg.

By the time he finished with that, he saw that Astrid had begun dressing as well. She had her panties in her hands, slowly working her feet through and bringing them up her long legs, biting back pain as she slid the leather over her ass.

Suddenly, a loud BANG sounded from an opposite end of the ship, causing the vessel to tilt slightly. Yelling could be heard from the upper decks. The guards in the room stirred, muttering to themselves about what it could be.

The two shared a glance, knowing fully what the sound entailed. They started to redress quicker.

They were nearly finished replacing their armor when another noise could be heard, this time, the sound of a loud THUD on the upper deck. Reminiscent of the sound a dragon would make when landing. The guards in the room started yelling at one another, alternating between focusing on the couple and the noises.

Hiccup clumsily got to his feet, looking down at Astrid, she finished replacing her final shoulder pad. While he looked down, he caught a view of the floor they'd lain upon.

There were spots of red all over the area, mixed with a combination of milky white fluid, along with a puddle of urine. He prayed to the Gods no one would question it if they were to be rescued.

She looked up at him painfully, and he slowly reached out his hands to assist her. She hesitated, but grabbed them firmly, gasping as she was carefully pulled to her feet. The girl stumbled forward into his chest, legs going weak as she stood for the first time. Face twisting in pain from Thor-knows what part of her body.

There was more commotion upstairs, the noises began moving below deck.

Hiccup looked painfully into the girl's eyes, and he knew they were thinking the same thing.

No one could know. No one could ever know.

They'd been fighting. Viggo had brought them down here for interrogation. Things got out of hand. Astrid had taken the brunt of it, that's why she was in so much pain…

She wiped a final tear from her face, sniffing as she tried her hardest to put on her familiar brave look. Hiccup simply nodded, slowly letting her go, as she finally stood on her own.

The two jumped as the heavy doors of the chamber were suddenly blown in by the tail of an angry razorwhip.