Astrid's trembling limbs stirred in the metal tub, the cold water brushing every sensitive inch of her naked flesh. She kept her arms wrapped tightly over her chest, as the water just barely reached her breasts. Her head was down, but she was unable to escape the curious eyes of Viggo Grimborn, who sat next to the bath on a wooden stool.
"D-Do you…" Her teeth chattered, still achy from the metal device that had pried them open. "H-Have to s-stare at me?"
"No." He replied simply, but kept his eyes fixed nonetheless.
She growled, "Y-You've seen enough of m-me. H-Haven't you?"
"I don't think there's a man alive who'd ever say he's seen enough of you, my dear."
Astrid glared, smug little shit…
Suddenly the rustling of someone entering the vast tent caught her attention.
"Viggo, the flyers are headed north to scout for any riders. They should be back by nightfall."
Astrid craned her neck to keep herself covered, spotting the owner of the voice. It was Krogan. Who stood tall at the entrance of the tent, eyes wide as he seemed to finally realize what he'd walked in on.
"We should expect a full report," Viggo replied, ignoring the obvious. "I'm sure the riders will be scouring the archipelago for the foreseeable future."
"My my my…" Krogan mused, stepping closer to the tub. "I see our guest is making herself at home."
Astrid curled in on herself tighter, somehow feeling even more helpless under the gaze of two men at once.
Viggo gave a chuckle, "I'd say she's fitting in rather well. Wouldn't you agree, my dear?"
"C-Choke on a S-Singetail cock…" Astrid mumbled.
Viggo lost his look of amusement, glaring at the exposed girl, before acknowledging Krogan once more. "If you don't mind, I'd prefer some privacy for the next few days."
"Whatever," Krogan replied, turning to leave. "But don't think for a moment I'm going to let you have all the fun. We still have business to attend to."
"I wouldn't suggest otherwise." Viggo remarked as Krogan exited completely.
Astrid stared down at the chilled water, what in Thor's name did they mean by that..?
"I'd say you're clean enough, let's get you up." Viggo commanded, grabbing the pair of metal cuffs sitting beside him.
Astrid shuddered, wanting desperately to get out of the frigid water, but despising the idea of being naked and wet in front of him. Though, it wasn't like he hadn't seen every inch of her already. It made her sick to her stomach, but she followed his command. Cold water cascaded down her naked body as she stood, keeping her arms over her chest and pressing her knees tightly together. Visibly shivering in the chilled air.
Viggo eyed her for a moment, before holding out the cuffs, waiting for her compliance. Despite her position, she rolled her eyes in anguish, holding out her wrists and attempting to still her trembling body as he cuffed her. After the clicks of the chains marked her restraint, she stepped out of the tub, finding herself surprised when Viggo approached her with a towel.
It must've shown on her face, as his features softened.
"I have no intention of letting you freeze to death my dear." He said, wrapping the cloth around her and leading her to the fire pit across the room. "What use would you be to me then?"
Astrid sighed in rapture as the warm glow of the flames met her flesh, thawing her frigid skin and aiding to dry her all the while. But much to her displeasure, Viggo remained behind her, large hands rubbing her body through the towel, in an attempt to warm her further. She felt his breath ghost cross her neck, making her tremble even more. She tried focusing on the fire, relishing in the warmth it brought her as she was finally getting the feeling back in her limbs. But Viggo's voice in her ear was a very unwelcome interruption.
"I'm sure by now they've realized you've been taken. If I had to guess, I'd say Hiccup and the riders are searching my abandoned base right about now…"
Astrid visibly tensed at the mention of Hiccup and her friends, Viggo smiled, continuing.
"They may think I'm dead, but surely I had some affiliation with Krogan before the Shellfire, right? They're probably searching for anything to give them a hint as to where you are." He chuckled deeply, pulling her closer into him. "They're wasting their time. But never mind, all the more opportunity for the two of us to get acquainted."
"Shut up…" Astrid breathed, refusing to let emotion get the better of her.
Viggo shrugged, "No reason to worry over your impending rescue, it's not like Hiccup will want you anymore after what we've done here."
"Shut up!" She begged, voice shaky with pain. Every breath was like sandpaper to her throat after Viggo's assault on her mouth earlier that day.
"Even if he did, there's no way Berk's laws would allow a union between you two…"
Astrid closed her eyes, willing away the tears that were forming at hearing his words. He was right… while Berk was lenient on many rules regarding marriage, there's no way the Chief's heir could get away with it. Letting someone tainted into the royal family... Not that she even cared about the throne, she just wanted to spend the rest of her life with Hiccup. But now… now that would never happen.
A tiny sob escaped her throat.
"Oh, my dear…" Viggo hushed her, continuing to rub warmth into her body. "No reason to get upset, I assure you our time together won't be all bad."
Astrid breathed deeply, attempting to calm herself. "Please, just-" She thought for a moment, wanting any form of peace he was willing to give her. "Just let me see Stormfly. I need to know that she's okay…"
"Your dragon?" Viggo questioned, his hands stopping on her waist.
"Please…" She begged. "I just want to see her."
For a short while, Viggo was silent, until...
"I suppose I could arrange that."
The tension drained from Astrid's body as she felt grateful for the first time since her capture, but it was short lived.
"But-" Viggo continued, sending more fear through her. "I'm sure you've figured out by now, everything comes with a price around here."
The horrid realization filled Astrid once more, and her mind swarmed with the perverse actions he was about to request of her. The thought of it alone was enough to make her sob again.
Viggo ignored it this time, "I've heard much about you since our tribes first crossed paths, my dear. Through Heather, that dim-witted brother of hers, and… through other resources."
Astrid paused, wondering exactly what he meant by that…
"What I've gathered is that you're the best, most dedicated young warrior Berk has to offer. Training all hours of the day, sacrificing so much of your youth to focus on protecting those you love… some would say that's quite impressive. Though, it makes me wonder who you are beneath that hard exterior, my dear. Where exactly does that warrior inside of you end, and the human in you begin..?"
"What are you getting at, Viggo?!" Astrid snapped, becoming impatient with his rambling. There was a short pause…
"How often do you masturbate?"
Her breath audibly hitched, taken entirely off guard by the nefarious question. "What..?"
"You heard me." He whispered in her ear.
She shuddered, at a loss for words. "I… I-I…"
"It's nothing to be ashamed of, my dear. Everyone does it, myself included."
Because that was something she wanted to picture.
He went on, "You're not exempt from it, I'm sure. Go on, tell me."
Her throat tightened, "I-I don't know…"
"Of course you do." He gripped her waist tighter, mouth brushing against her ear. "Tell me, is it every day?"
The deeper his inquisitions ran, the more her fragile body trembled beneath his grasp. She shook her head.
"Every other day, then?" He questioned.
Astrid shook her head again, face contorting in discomfort. "I… I don't know! I just… do it when I feel like it…"
"When you feel horny?" He pressed.
She gulped, "Yes…"
He hummed in her ear, "And what makes you horny, my dear? Hiccup? Does the thought of him touching you get you off?"
She hesitated, throwing the last of her dignity out the window. "Yes…"
"Hmm, I think there's more to it than just that." Viggo said. "I'm wondering what those deep, dark fantasies of yours are…"
Astrid stayed silent, begging the gods above that he'd let off of her. Give her relief for just a single moment.
Someone must've been listening.
Viggo finally backed away from her, before taking a hold of her arm and leading her away from the warmth of the fire. But the relief Astrid had welcomed was quickly whisked away when she realized he was taking her to his bed.
"Sit here." He said, gesturing to the foot of the bed. She did, feeling heartbroken when he pulled the towel away from her body and tossed it on the dirt floor.
She watched as he went to a chest located against one of the walls of the tent, he opened it, rummaging through the contents.
Without even looking at her, he questioned her further. "What position do you masturbate in? On your back? Front? Sitting upright?"
When she didn't respond, he stopped his rummaging. Cold eyes boring holes into her naked frame, "I assure you, this is for your benefit."
Astrid didn't have a clue as to how that could be, but she saw no point in lying.
"O-On my front." She admitted with crimson cheeks.
The corner of Viggo's mouth twitched into a smile, before he continued searching through the chest. Eventually finding what he was looking for, upon him standing and approaching her once more, Astrid saw that it was an hourglass.
"Go on, then." He gestured to the bed. "Get comfortable."
Confused and afraid, she stayed still. Searching his eyes for any form of understanding. But there was none to be found.
Viggo gave an impatient sigh, before violently grabbing her arm, drawing a yelp from the girl. He all but threw her onto the surface of the bed, face down, with her still-cuffed arms pinned beneath her. She tried to push herself upwards, only to be met with a large hand between her shoulder blades pinning her down. Viggo settled himself atop her.
"Now, how do you go about it? Do you rub your clitoris? Finger yourself? Fuck yourself with a girthy handle?" He asked casually.
Astrid panted into the furs beneath her, humidity clouding her already flushed face.
"If you don't answer me, I'll simply assume it's the latter and find the thickest handled weapon on base-"
"I rub my clit!" She choked out, fear lacing her shaky voice.
Viggo smirked, "Excellent."
Astrid watched as Viggo loudly placed the hourglass on the nearby nightstand, sand on bottom.
"Here's how this will go," He went on. "You're going to masturbate for me, if you give yourself three orgasms before the hourglass runs out, I'll arrange for you to see your dragon."
Astrid's blood ran icy, he wanted her to…
No… nononono-
"V-Viggo, wait! I don't want to-!"
"You've already made it clear, Astrid." Viggo taunted. "You wanted to see your dragon, this is the only way that'll happen, think of it as another game between you and I... Besides, if you refuse or fail to cum before time's up, I'll have her slaughtered."
"WHAT?!" Astrid thrashed violently beneath his hold. "VIGGO, NO! Please! You can't-!"
Astrid stilled when she heard the sound of him fiddling with his clothing, turning her head as far as her position would allow, she saw him undoing his trousers.
"Wait… what are you doing..?" She questioned fearfully.
"Well, you didn't seriously expect me to take your word with this, did you?"
Astrid's eyes widened as he pulled his hardening cock free from his trousers, stroking it to full erection.
"What do you mean?"
Viggo rolled his eyes, "Astrid, you're a smart girl. I'm sure I don't need to teach you about anatomy, but women don't exactly show proof of orgasm, like men do. At least… not on the outside."
He pulled the bottle of lube from his pocket, slathering it over his erection.
Astrid suddenly realized, "No… NO! PLEASE!"
"Mmm, I'm afraid not." Viggo ignored her pleas. "Women's orgasms occur deep inside. Therefore, to make sure you're being genuine, I need to be deep inside."
She violently kicked her legs as his hands slipped beneath her thighs, he scooted closer, until her groin was situated in his lap. Her upper body pressed against the bed, her legs pinned around his hips, it was perfect.
"VIGGO!" Astrid cried, emotion surfacing as she begged.
"Enough, Astrid. If I were you I'd focus on the task at hand, our game is about to begin, whether you're ready or not. Now, can you reach your clit?"
Astrid took a deep breath. He was right, this was happening whether she wanted it or not, Stormfly's life was on the line. She needed to get a hold of herself. Sniffling, she struggled to straighten her bound arms beneath her, until she awkwardly wriggled her hand far enough to reach her slit.
"Yes…" She breathed.
"Good, apologies for the position, my dear. I understand it's a variation of what you're used to, but…" He angled the head of his slick cock against her entrance. "I assure you it's necessary."
Astrid cried out as he pushed into her, despite the lube, his erection stretched her sensitive hole to its limit. Viggo audibly hummed as he squeezed himself deeper and deeper into her tight channel, only reaching about three-quarters inside before he stopped. He didn't intend to go deep enough to hurt her, he just needed a feel for things up there.
"Allow yourself to adjust." He said soothingly, as the girl beneath him wriggled in discomfort.
Astrid panted, still sore from his assault the night prior, and without any drugs left in her system to dull to pain. And Thor, there was pain. Being entirely unaroused meant that he was stretching every inch of her channel he invaded, causing a nauseating discomfort that was unlike any pain she'd experienced before her capture. But nonetheless, she attempted to take his advice, relaxing her body and getting a feel for the pulsating object inside of her. Soon, the pain began to fade as he stayed still, and she was simply left with the feeling of being strangely, unbearably full.
"Good girl." Viggo commended. "Don't worry, I won't be fucking you during our game, I'm just looking to assure that your climaxes are genuine."
Astrid didn't understand what he mean by that, but figured it really didn't matter. She just needed to do what he says, Stormfly would be fine…
Right?
"Let's begin, shall we?" Viggo mused, reaching for the hourglass, causing his length to shift inside her. She gasped at the sensation.
And alas, Astrid's anxiety got the better of her, "WAIT! Viggo, please! Three is too many! I-I'm not even aroused!"
Viggo stared at her for a moment, before a twisted smile crossed his face. "Then you better get to work."
He flipped the object, her time had started.
Panic took over as Astrid furiously began rubbing her clit, shoving her face deep into the furs as to try and imagine anything other than what was happening.
Okay, okay… She thought. Just a normal masturbation, just… enjoy it! Yeah, think sexy thoughts. Sexy thoughts…
Though, it was hard to think of anything with a giant cock stuffed inside of her.
"That's it, my dear." Viggo praised. "Like I said, I won't be disturbing your efforts. Although, it'll be quite difficult, I do have a nice view." He smiled, running his large hands over her pale, toned asscheeks, giving one a firm spank.
Astrid jolted at his touch, crying in frustration at the distraction it brought. Gods! This wasn't working!
She wriggled her hips a little, trying to find a good angle to continue rubbing her nub, feeling his length shift inside her tight channel again.
Wait…
She had an idea. Still completely unaroused, with the assault on her clit doing hardly anything to aid her, she allowed herself to relax onto the bed. Gradually, she forced little hitches in her breath, which gradually progressed to barely-audible moans. Her legs tightened around Viggo's hips, and she arched her back.
Then, she squeezed down on his length with all the force her abdominal muscles would allow. She moaned again, face twisting in faux rapture as she attempted to fake an orgasm.
She relaxed after, just as someone would in the stages of fading climax. Until Viggo's words shattered any hope of deceivance.
"Really?" He mocked, making her feel entirely pathetic. He leaned over her, she gasped as the action made him sink deeper, until his lips were near her ear once more. "Do you think I don't know how a woman's climax feels against my cock?"
Astrid whimpered beneath his hold.
He leaned back upright, "For that, you now owe me four orgasms."
"What?!" She cried.
"Five then." He said simply.
Astrid quieted, not wanting to provoke him further. She fearfully glanced at the hourglass, nearly a quarter of it had emptied already.
Fuck! Astrid cursed herself, feeling helpless and stupid under Viggo's control, but there was no time for that. Again, she allowed herself to relax…
Then, she slowly became aware of all the sensations she was feeling. The soft furs beneath her naked front, where her sensitive breasts mashed against the surface, almost as if they were being squeezed… And Viggo's large hands on her ass, slowly, gently caressing the flesh of her cheeks. She found a nice rhythm with her rubbings, focusing on the small point of her clit she knew to be most sensitive…
She sighed as tinges of pleasure began sparking in her lower abdomen. If she closed her eyes, it became easy to imagine Viggo's hands as Hiccup's. Hiccup adored touching her ass, ever since she'd first given him the privilege of doing so, he took every opportunity. Caressing it during their lengthy make-out sessions, feeling it on the occasions when they rode dragon-back together. Even going as far as spanking her whenever he saw the chance. Sometimes when the other riders would be present, he would do it slyly, always proud of himself for being allowed to touch Astrid Hofferson's butt.
Of course, she had to scold him for doing so in public. Although, she hadn't been entirely honest in her reasoning. She'd told him it was because she didn't like it, but in truth, she enjoyed it too much. Often feeling her insides turn hot after his spanks, to the point where she'd have to stop whatever they were in the middle of, just to fly back to her hut, collapse on her bed, shove her hand down her pants and…
One.
"Ahh!" Astrid moaned as a powerful orgasm took her off guard, her eyes fluttered in surprise, relishing the foreign feeling of cumming on an actual cock.
Viggo moaned in surprise as well, finally feeling what he'd been waiting for. Deep inside her, a powerful thrumming sensation against the head of his prick, as if something in her was vibrating. Before her pussy contracted, like it was sucking his penis deeper, attempting to milk the seed straight out of him. And to top it all off, a wave of hot juices cascaded around his pulsating cock, squeezing out through her tight, plugged entrance. Great Thor, the female body was a spectacle…
"That's more like it," Viggo commended, stifling a laugh of amazement. "Don't get too comfortable, four more to go."
Astrid panted, rubbing herself through her post-orgasm haze and getting her mind back on task. The wetness between her legs was made far more apparent, and she felt Viggo's length sliding deeper inside with little friction. It was strange, but in her aroused state, not entirely unpleasant. If anything, it gave her a body an odd sense of satisfaction. In her pleasure, she was fulfilling life's purpose, wasn't she? This was how it was supposed to feel.
Oh, to feel this with Hiccup… She thought, she pushed away the tragic thoughts of being unable to marry him aside, and instead imagined them in their marriage bed. They could do this type of thing all the time, and no one would bat an eye. She impulsively squeezed on Viggo's cock again, getting a true feel for his girth. Sure, it stung, but the feeling of being stretched was one she'd longed for in her nights dreaming of Hiccup's touch. It was so easy to picture, but she wouldn't be the only one in rapture, seeing the pleasure on his face would be…
Two.
Astrid choked on another moan as her second orgasm washed over her. Viggo's grip on her hips tightened, feeling the intoxicating spasming over her deep innards against his sensitive cock.
"That's it," Viggo panted, beginning to sweat. "Three more."
By now, her juices had run down her slit, coating her fingers in slickness and making everything slippery. This made it harder to control her efforts, but made her little nub more sensitive. Fuck, it felt so good!
Her frantic mind began to wonder about what Viggo was feeling. If he could tell she was orgasming… what could that possibly feel like? It must be amazing, being inside someone. The way he'd taken her throat earlier was enough to prove that, the way her insides contracted to massage his prick, both now and when he'd taken her mouth. He'd absolutely filled her with semen.
It was interesting to think of, actual proof of male human pleasure, in that creamy white substance. Spurting aimlessly from that funny organ they possessed. What a mess, though surely it was worth it to them. For a grotesque moment, she reminisced about the taste on her tongue when Viggo had released himself in her mouth earlier…
Hiccup's cum tasted much better... oh FUCK!
Three.
"Good girl," Viggo moaned, attempting to keep a firm hold on her hips. Which were now humping on their own accord. "Two more…"
Astrid audibly cried, not ceasing her rubbing even for a second. Glancing briefly at the hourglass, finding it less than half full. Anxiety took over in that moment, and she found that the usual erotic fantasies she held were slipping away far quicker than she could draw pleasure from them. If anything, it made her angry.
She huffed in frustration, finding little pleasure in her endeavors, panic filled her senses. She was running out of time.
Then, her mind turned to darker solutions. Viggo's words from earlier had resurfaced, deepest, darkest fantasies. She was never a girl to possess such taboo thoughts, but everyone is subject to their own dark fantasies that seemed to appear without warning and stick around until a good orgasm whisked them away. So, she closed her eyes.
Her first thought went to the curious, sexually charged feelings she'd felt for her own best friend. Hopefully Heather had never caught on, Astrid wouldn't want her to. She could never see herself being in a relationship with another girl, but sometimes it was unfathomably arousing when Heather would parade around their shared hut wearing little clothing. And when they bathed together…
Astrid wasn't sure a more perfect female body existed. Her curves were mesmerizing, her breasts full and rounded. Sometimes, Astrid wanted nothing more than to grab handfuls of them, and play with her best friend in the way only curious young girls could. Doing what felt good, rather than what felt morally right. Imagining staring into her sultry green eyes, and kissing her soft lips…
Four.
"Mmm, better hurry." Viggo purred above her. "Only one to go, time's nearly up."
Astrid didn't bother looking at the hourglass, instead holding on to the intensity of orgasm, allowing it to lead her into her next dark fantasy.
Sure, she was a girl, and had sheepishly imagined what it would be like to be kidnapped and ravished by a group of uncouth, lustful men. It had brought her pleasure in the past, but having experienced it, what she'd been through since her capture had been anything but enjoyable.
No, she had to think of something else, and fast! Suddenly, her mind went into overdrive as her hand became nothing more than a blur between her legs.
Fucking Hiccup in front of the other riders! No, in front of the whole village! Her family, watching her getting ravished like a little slut! Oh, being fucked by MULTIPLE men at once! Trying their hardest to plant their seed deep inside her aroused body!
Being beaten!
Being degraded!
Getting fucked by a dragon!
Astrid gasped as a wave of pleasure struck her core, leading to another impending orgasm, she moaned feverishly.
Yes! YES! Oh, it wasn't Viggo on top of her, or inside her… it was a dragon! She was on all fours, moaning in rapture as it's huge, sizzling tongue lapped at her pussy. Before shoving it's oversized cock deep inside her! Fucking her senseless, unbeknownst to the pleasure it would give her. It didn't care! It would just fuck her! Fill her! Destroy her!
Five.
Astrid screamed as the most powerful orgasm yet hit her like a punch to the gut. Her back arched sharply, drawing Viggo even further inside of her.
Then, she collapsed. Completely drained and utterly defeated. Shame filled her to the core, thinking the things she had. Things she was used to suppressing, but now, she wore them on her sleeve. It was terrible…
Viggo only caught her attention when he began to laugh… actually laugh. "Oh Odin almighty... now that was impressive, my dear." He paused, gently caressing her trembling body. "Consider your dragon spared."
Astrid quickly glanced at the hourglass, watching the final grain of sand fall to the bottom. She'd done it… she'd actually done it!
"I'll have her brought to you, as you requested." Viggo stopped his caresses, instead, firmly gripping her hips. "But before we do that…"
Astrid gasped as he suddenly began thrusting into her, slipping deeper than ever before, sending waves of intensity through her sensitive, spent insides.
"W-WHAT ARE YOU-?!"
"I said I wouldn't fuck you during the game," Viggo chuckled, sweaty hands bruising her pale skin. "Did you think I wouldn't want to relieve myself after all that self-control?"
Astrid yelped as he hit her deep, shameless moans emanating from the hunter above her.
"Shouldn't take long…" He assured.
In a strange twist of events, Astrid felt something strange inside of her. Every time he would thrust, his cock would slide up against… something. It was odd, it almost made her feel like… like she had to pee?
Whining in discomfort, she buried her head into the furs, letting the assault on her body continue in a vain attempt to get it over with. But the strange sensation only continued to pull her from her dissociation, becoming stronger and stronger with every thrust. There were nothing but gushy, wet sounds coming from between them. As well as the frantic pants from both Viggo and Astrid, but soon, Astrid couldn't hold back her moans. If you could call them moans, whatever they were, they were entirely incoherent. Inhuman even.
Until it all happened at once…
The sensation inside of her grew all too intense, until her body was wracked with an intense, deep climax that rendered her limbs useless. Her eyes rolled back into her head, mouth agape in a choked scream as the newfound euphoria flooded her senses. At some point, Viggo had climaxed as well, and she felt the gushes of hot seed fill her insides.
But instead of relishing in his own pleasure, Viggo appeared far more interested in hers.
He stared at her in disbelief, "Did you just…"
Finally coming down from her foreign pleasure, the shame Astrid had felt beforehand was now immeasurable. She buried her flushed face into the furs, wishing the gods would just strike her dead then and there. She breathed a shaky breath.
Viggo chuckled, pulling his deflating length free from her. "You really are enjoying our time together, aren't you? Gods, you came so much you've ruined the bedding!"
Astrid ignored him, feeling tears fill her covered eyes. Viggo had fucked her… and her body had liked it. The thought alone, it was almost worse than him just mindlessly raping her. The only thing that gave her comfort in the moment was a small, but crucial fact.
Stormfly would be okay… she was okay…