Viggo stared at the limp, naked body laying across his bedside. Torchlight dancing across the subtle curves of her form, giving her a divine glow. He'd removed her hair from the braid constricting it, leaving only her kransen framing her golden head. Set before him like this, she was almost something of a dream.
The sun had recently risen, aiding the light in his large tent ever so slightly. He'd managed a few hours of rest, leaving the drugged dragon-rider chained in case she were to wake up. But to his surprise, she hadn't moved an inch. Unable to resist, he'd sliced off the remainder of her clothing. The hunter didn't see much harm in the matter, her most intimate places had already been exposed anyway.
Now, Astrid Hofferson lay naked and asleep in his bed.
Viggo hadn't been lying when he said he found her fascinating. Though, fascinating probably wasn't the right word. Captivating, was more like it.
He knew Hiccup to be an intellectual. And despite the scandalous drawings of the girl before him, he certainly didn't believe that boy to be attracted to someone for looks alone. Astrid was beautiful, there was no denying it, but there must be more to her beneath the surface.
Something very special. The reason Hiccup would fight wars, risk his own life, sacrifice everything for the girl before him. And Viggo was going to find out what that something was, one way or another.
But that would come with time, for now, he would enjoy his prize.
He moved closer to her body, not shying away from feeling every inch of her. He leaned in, running his palms over her small, perky breasts, taking a moment to playfully shake them, arousal beginning to stir within him as he did so. But it wasn't time for that just yet…
Viggo moved on down her toned stomach, before parting her legs to peek at her genitals. He dipped his hand between her thighs, spreading her soft lovelips and taking a nice look at her most-intimate place. Her pink little hole was puffy and swollen, still slightly gaping no doubt from his intrusion the night before. He gently fingered it for a moment, wanting to gauge her unconscious reaction, but surprisingly, there was none. Unable to help himself, he moved to her tiny clit, placing his thumb over top of it and gently thrumming. After a while of fondling her nub, he noticed her face tighten a bit, brows furrowing and lips twitching at the sensation. He chuckled, removing his thumb and opting to give her nub a painful flick.
She actually gave a little whimper within her deep slumber, the abuse of her sensitive parts too much to bear even in sleep, apparently.
He removed his hand, realizing he was getting a little carried away. All of that would come in due time, but for now, he had to stick to the plan.
Knowing she would be waking soon, he moved to pick up her lithe form. Moving her over to one of the seats at his table, he gently placed her in the chair, leaning her upper body on the wooden surface. Taking the ropes that lay atop it, he first tied her wrists behind her back. Then moved to her ankles, securing them tightly to the legs of the chair. Finally, he leaned her back, tying her middle to the back of the chair, leaving her sitting upright, with her head limped to the side.
He typically wouldn't go through so many bindings, but the girl before him was far from typical.
Stepping back, he marveled at the sight. Almost finding it humorous. Her skin was peppered with goosebumps, no doubt from being naked and exposed in the cold air. But she was a warrior, surely she didn't mind a little cold. And he certainly didn't mind the view of her pebbled nipples, capped on perfectly proportioned, rounded breasts.
He didn't allow himself to gawk for too long. Instead, he went to retrieve the pot of stew that had been simmering over the fire. He poured two bowls, placing both on the table before sitting across from the unconscious girl. Studying her form as he ate.
It took less time than he expected before she began to stir, first giving little groans from her dry throat, then her brows furrowed. Blue eyes opening slowly as she lolled her head forward, blinking the sleep away before focusing in on the scene before her. She appeared to notice Viggo before anything else.
"Good morning, my dear." Viggo smiled at her. "Sleep well?"
Realizing she could not move, she glanced down at herself, breath hitching at her state of confines and undress.
"W-What..?" She muttered, uselessly attempting to struggle. "Where are my-?"
"Clothes? Oh, I tossed them out. They were ruined anyway." He smirked at her horrified expression. "Besides, you won't be needing them."
At this, she struggled further. It was a pitiful attempt, really. Though it was abundantly clear the Dragon Root had not fully left her system. Viggo had seen the girl in front of him fight, he'd dare say she was the most advanced of all the riders. Even with her slim stature. But now, her moves were slow, tired, and the only way he could grasp how hard she was trying was through the determined look on her face. And Odin, she was trying.
She only halted her attempts to glare at him after an extended silence, "What?" She growled.
Viggo shook his head, "I'm not sure I follow?"
She gave another jolt at her confines, just as useless as her previous attempts. "You won't face me with my hands untied, you won't even give it a chance." Her furious eyes bore into his. "You're just staring. What?! Are you enjoying the fact that I can't beat the ever-loving shit out of you?!"
He chuckled, casually taking another bite of stew. "Not exactly, I'm just enjoying watching your breasts jiggle when you struggle."
Astrid ceased her movements, losing her brave expression as her face turned crimson. It was then she noticed a deep, pinching pain in her abdomen. Her eyes fell downward, unable to help a slight tremble in her lip as she thought through her next words.
"You raped me..." She said quietly, as if it were just coming back to her.
"That I did." He replied.
She blinked through the emotion, but her voice remained shaky. "What... what more do you want?"
Viggo smiled, "To have as much fun with you as our time together will allow. You don't seriously think I'd waste an opportunity as rare as this, do you?"
Her silence told him everything.
He continued, "No, my dear, I have many things planned for the two of us. Truth be told, this is the first time since the Shellfire I've had a chance to truly exercise my creativity. Krogan can be a bit bossy, you see. But you, you're all mine."
With that, he picked up a tankard of water from the table, audibly sipping it.
"Oh, how rude of me." He said, standing from his position and stepping around the table. "You must be thirsty."
Astrid flinched as he brought the cup to her lips, glaring at him. "You think I'm an idiot?"
He eyed her for a moment, "I assure you, my dear, no Dragon Root. Too much at once can cause significant harm to a person, and that would make our time together short-lived, wouldn't it? Besides, no tang, see for yourself."
Her dry tongue moved against the roof of her mouth, throat and body craving the water. Reluctantly, she accepted the drink, allowing him to pour it into her mouth. The liquid was void of the strange tang she recognized from last night, which was reassuring, to say the least. She had downed nearly half the tankard before he drew the cup away.
He sat the object back on the table, as Astrid caught her breath after her heavy gulps. All the while, Viggo couldn't help but notice her movements. She was no longer tugging at the bindings, but instead... she was sort of squirming. The corners of her mouth tweaked in discomfort.
After a few moments, she must have realized his questioning stare.
"I... I have to pee." She admitted shyly.
Viggo raised a brow, "I'm afraid that'll have to wait." He knelt down to her level, stirring her bowl of stew and drawing a spoonful. "You should eat."
He held the spoonful to her lips, and was met with the same reaction as the water. She flinched away, scowling at him.
Viggo sighed, "You're going to need the energy, my dear, trust me."
Astrid had never felt more degraded in her life. First, he assaulted her, drugging her body into submission in the process. Then, he left her naked and bare to all, every portion of her body tied to the chair she sat in. Now, he was going to spoon feed her like a child? She all but snarled at him.
Viggo wasn't bothered, and continued his efforts, pressing the spoon rather harshly against her sensitive lips. Eventually, Astrid gave in, taking the spoonful into her mouth and letting the contents slide over her tongue.
He pulled the spoon from her mouth, "See? That wasn't so hard. Taste good?"
For some reason, his words ignited a rage in Astrid that came entirely unprompted. And against her better judgement, she spit the stew directly into his face. It was Viggo's turn to flinch, as the searing contents splattered across his scarred skin.
Astrid grinned at him in satisfaction, "I don't know, you tell me."
Viggo wiped his face with his hand, glaring at the girl all the while. "Hmm, I didn't think we'd have to do this so early." He stood. "But you leave me no choice."
With that, he walked over to a set of shelves across the tent, from what Astrid could see, he picked up some type of small, metal device.
"What are you doing?!" She questioned authoritatively. Though, there was hardly anything authoritative about her position.
"In due time, my dear." He replied, not taking his eyes off the device.
She studied it a little closer as Viggo made it back to the table, it was composed of thin, wiry metal, but it appeared sturdy. Complete with leather straps on either side.
"Just a little something to make our time together a bit easier." He smiled.
Astrid gasped as he caught a handful of her hair, and pulled her head back. Unfortunately, her gasp made it all the more easy for him to shove the device into her mouth. Her eyes bulged as her jaw was hinged by the object, metal strips beneath her teeth holding her mouth open. She bit down hard as Viggo adjusted the leather straps around the back of her head, but it was entirely useless. The metal held strong, and she could do nothing but wail incoherently as her lips and mouth were stretched by the object.
"There we are." Viggo mused, watching the girl's reaction with intrigue. She continued struggling, her little tongue wriggling in her mouth as she fought to form actual words, but the device deterred her. It was absolutely perfect.
Astrid attempted to calm down, to get her thoughts in order at the very least. She knew that the more she struggled, the more satisfaction it gave him. She panted, drool beginning to trickle from her pried-open mouth, but there was nothing she could do to stop it. She stared down at the table before her, eyeing the bowl of stew.
Was he going to-?
Viggo must've followed her gaze, because the man began to chuckle.
"Oh, I'll be force feeding you, my dear…" He stared into her fearful blue eyes as he began taking off his belt. "But it won't be the stew."
Astrid's breaths grew heavier as he managed to work his pants down, shamelessly pulling out his heavy cock and beginning to stroke it. It was the first time Astrid had actually seen what had been inside of her just the night prior, and it was just as large, if not larger that it had felt at the time. His shaft, thick and sturdy as it trailed down to a mass of dark pubic hair, the blood-filled tip popping in and out of foreskin as he pumped it to a full erection.
That thing… had been inside of her! The thought made her want to puke...
It seemed impossible, but Astrid could do nothing but helplessly strain as he pulled her chair away from the table, making enough room to slip between the two and prop his massive cock up to her mouth.
Fear pitted in her stomach as she gave a useless attempt to jerk her head away, desperate tongue forming the word "no!", but unable to do anything but wail through the gag. Viggo grasped her hair again, holding her head as still as possible.
"Time to put that big mouth to good use-"
With that, he shoved himself inside. His large penis fitting perfectly through the metal strips he'd designed, sliding over her wet tongue and down her tight throat in a single thrust.
Astrid's eyes bulged as she instantly gagged, the tip of his massive length hitting the back of her throat. Her stomach heaved, and she coughed violently, finding herself unable to breathe as he held himself there.
The moan that fell from Viggo's lips echoed through the vast tent, and the coil of deep arousal he felt in his groin tightened at the sensation of her hot little tongue wriggling helplessly against the underside of his sensitive shaft. He pulled himself back, rubbing his tip against her slick taste buds and exploring her hot mouth.
She gasped for air as he did this, unable to keep from gagging at the earthy taste of his penis. Precum was already oozing from his tip onto her tongue, making her drool all around his shaft and saliva slip from her bottom lip and down her chin.
Viggo didn't give her long to breathe, but relished in the feeling of her humid breath across his cock as he shoved it deep once more. Finding his rhythm as he began to steadily fuck her throat.
Tears began to form in Astrid's eyes, partially from despair at what was happening to her, but mostly from the fact that she couldn't breathe. Every time his cock slipped out of her throat, she would gasp for a breath of oxygen that she could never fully get, as he would spear back into her before her lungs were sated.
The choked sounds coming from her mouth were all but music to Viggo's ears, complete with the squish of her hot saliva squeezing out around his cock with every thrust. Each time his sensitive tip hit the back of her protesting, convulsing throat, pleasure would spike into him like a bolt of lightning, and he found himself growing closer and closer to climax with each passing second.
Oh, Astrid wanted to bite him. Wanted so desperately to tear into the flesh of his prick and shred it to bloody pieces. But the gag held strong, and any resistance from her jaw resulted in shooting pain through her teeth. The only thing she could move was her tongue, which reflexively wiggled along the underside of his cock. It disgusted her, knowing that she was giving him pleasure like she was. Suddenly, the tears she shed were no longer from fear or suffocation, they were from pure, unadulterated shame. They ran down her flushed cheeks even as she shut her eyes, wishing to every god in Asgard that he would finish soon.
Viggo gripped hard at her hair, feeling the familiar tightening in his balls he knew was his impending release.
"That's it… that's it!" He moaned into the cool air, looking down at the girl beneath him, he swallowed hard at the sight of his slick cock pumping in and out of her mouth. "Aghh!"
Astrid's eyes shot open as she felt a shooting gush of hot fluid fill the back of her throat. For a moment, she held there, wishing she would just die as opposed to actually having to swallow it. But it just kept coming! Pump after pump until she began to inhale it, sending her into a coughing fit where she was left with no choice but to swallow the remainder of creamy, bitter fluid. Part of it pooled uncomfortably in her mouth, quickly overflowing and slipping from her parted lips. Whether it was from the lack of oxygen, or the remains of the drug still pulsing through her system, or a horrific combination of the two, she began to feel dizzy...
Viggo panted through the waves of his orgasm, "That's it… good girl, drink it up… all of it…"
Astrid whimpered pathetically as he gave her mouth a few quick, final thrusts. Before finally pulling his heavy cock free from her, a few strings of semen-mixed-saliva still connected his tip to her tongue as he did so.
Viggo sighed, coming down from the last of his heights as he tucked his slimy, deflating penis away. Before a strange sound caught his attention… rushing water?
He looked down towards the source of the sound, coming from the girl before him. Though her trembling legs were pressed firmly together, urine pooled between them, rushing down her legs and dripping onto the dirt floor beneath her.
Viggo's lip tweaked in disgust, "Seriously?"
Astrid simply sat there, staring off into nothing as she was just grateful to be able to breathe again. Though, each breath was now taken with spearing pain down her raw throat. Her tear-streaked face still flushed a vibrant red, and the bitter taste of his seed still hung heavy in her mouth, the gag refraining her from spitting, or even swallowing the remainders of it that pooled beneath her tongue.
Viggo shook his head, moving behind her. "Pathetic excuse for a warrior, you are. That's all the breakfast you'll be getting." He said, beginning to undo her ropes. "Come now, let's get you cleaned up."