"Please!" Astrid begged, attempting to pry her arms from the deathly grips of the soldiers restraining her.
"You get what you deserve, my dear." Viggo taunted over his shoulder, as they approached the center of the flyer base.
A vast crowd of soldiers looked on, forming a circle around a clearing among the tents. An even larger crowd than she'd been humiliated in front of before, not that it truly mattered, being naked and vulnerable in front of Viggo alone felt horrid. In the center of the clearing stood two narrow pillars sticking out of the ground, no more than two feet tall.
"Secure her." Viggo commanded the soldiers as they reached their destination.
Astrid groaned as she was shoved onto her frontside, between the pillars, as her wrists were firmly cuffed and secured to the metal links. She was trapped.
"I'm happy you all decided to join us, this fine day." Viggo announced to the crowd before him. "I'm sure you'll find the show rather entertaining tonight."
"Viggo!" Astrid yelled, struggling against the chains that bound her. "What is this?!"
"Nothing of your concern." He dismissed, hardly audible over the roars of the crowd surrounding them.
Astrid's wrists stung as she pulled, slicing into the flesh and causing blood to drip down her pale arms.
"Now now, my dear." Viggo taunted, kneeling down in front of her. "Why are you making such a fuss? Perhaps you'll come to realize, I'm giving you what you wanted…"
Astrid stopped struggling then, staring at him in disbelief. "What are you talking about..?"
He smiled, before she caught sight of his hand, which was firmly holding the same metal collar she'd been chained in the day prior. She yelped as he caught a fistful of her hair, shimmying the collar around her neck and clasping it tightly, to the point where her breaths were shallow and wheezy.
Viggo took hold of the chain connected to the device, threading it through a metal hook in the ground beneath her and standing. As he pulled the chain, her head was forced towards the ground, causing her backside to rise without control.
She coughed as he tugged, her cheek resting against the cold dirt beneath her, before he loosened it again, allowing her to look up at him with unshed tears threatening her eyes.
He stared at her smugly for a few, fleeting moments, before he looked to something behind her. "Bring it forward!"
The crowd erupted as Astrid stilled in fear, eyes going wide as the air was suddenly shattered by the cry of a dragon. Using the little mobility available, she turned her head to look back, finally spotting what was making everyone so excited.
About forty meters back, a chained, fiery orange Singetail was being led forward by a group of soldiers, who were now fidgeting with the restraints. It wasn't very large, looking like an adolescent male, but it's movements… it was erratic, releasing a series of grunts and cries through it's muzzled snout.
Until it caught sight of Astrid, and it's eyes narrowed, the sounds becoming primal, it's limbs even more erratic. Astrid had seen dragons behave in this manner before, typically in the oncoming weeks before Snoggletog, their prime mating season…
No…
Absolutely improbable.
"V-Viggo…" Astrid whined, still in disbelief that something of the sort was even happening. She must be irrational. "Viggo, what are you doing?!"
"I already told you." He responded with a smile. "Giving you what you want. This is your wildest fantasy, is it not?"
"W-What is?!" Astrid pulled against her restraints with all her force.
"Stupid girl…" He said in a low tone, tilting his head to peer at her. "You're about to get fucked by a dragon. Just like you wanted."
Her eyes widened again, her suspicions horrifically confirmed, she strained even harder. "No… NO! YOU CAN'T DO THIS-!"
"I'm not the one who got off at the thought of a dragon cock in me, am I? If anything, you should be thanking me."
"PLEASE!" She screamed, giving Viggo and the crowd observing a twisted satisfaction.
Viggo chuckled, fiercely yanking the chain again and pinning her head to the ground, her butt rising. He locked the chain in place, dropping the lead entirely. "Release the dragon!"
"NOOOOO!" Astrid wailed, but it was far too late.
The metallic pangs of chains unlinking cut through the air, though Astrid could not see, the deafening roar of an unmuzzled Singetail soon followed.
Her eyes were wild, finding nothing but the dirt beneath her and Viggo's leather boots. After a few moments, the earth-shaking patter of erratic, heavy footsteps approached her from behind, as Viggo backed away.
"She's all yours…"
Astrid yelped as she felt a powerful gust of humid breath against her undercarriage. She attempted kick her legs, digging her bare feet into the soil beneath, but it only raised her behind, making it wiggle enticingly in the air as it was subjected to more intense gusts of breath.
A scaly, curious snout prodded intimidatingly at her underside a few times, before the beast let out an enthusiastic roar.
"AHHH!" Astrid screamed as a hot tongue suddenly slapped her exposed slit, spreading slimy, fishy dragon saliva all over her underside.
Her screams became choked as the beast began idly lapping, the large, wriggly muscle stimulating all areas of her womanhood in a single lick. It was long enough to cover her entire slit, while thin enough to fit nicely between her folds, rubbing at her clit and holes simultaneously.
Astrid's eyes rolled back in her head as the pleasure bubbled in her core, electricity shooting through her body with every lap. "Ohhhhh…"
The dragon took it upon himself, stimulating her whether it was aware or not, it pressed it's snout hard against her underside, tongue tip locating her slippery entrance and snaking its way inside.
Astrid's gasp of pleasure was choked in her throat at the feeling, the dragon's tongue as large as a human's penis, possibly larger. It was certainly longer, squeezing as deep as her innards would allow and flickering against her tight walls. Astrid blinked rapidly, eyes crossing as it started suckling her juices from the source, deep inside, noisy slurping noises coming from the beast as it worked her snug cunt nicely with its tongue.
A slew of incoherent noises fell from Astrid's lips, along with a steady stream of drool, her senses becoming flooded with the euphoria, nothing else mattered.
Until the beast noisily removed it's long tongue from her hole, almost making the girl cry out in anguish at the loss of sensation. But the feeling was quickly replaced with a pair of scaly, taloned dragon feet grasping at her hips, making her gasp as it clawed at her flesh, steadying itself by flapping its wings. Something hard and pointed violently jabbed at her underside.
Astrid only had a single moment of horror as she realized what was happening before it was too late.
Her scream echoed through the base as she was penetrated by the dragon's arrow-tipped cock, bulky and rounded at the tip, locking inside of her after it passed her tight opening. Astrid's bound hands clawed at the air, the soil, anything within reach as she was met with a tearing sensation in her entrance, but the beast wasted no time as it began rapidly thrusting.
There was no semblance of concern, or even regard from the creature. Even a human with the worst intentions would stop to admire the moment, how nicely she was filled, something at all. There was none.
Choked breaths and wheezy gasps were all Astrid could muster in the way of sounds, the dragon penis hitting her so deep it was all but knocking the wind out of her. Every time the beast reared it's thrust, the bulbous head would lock against her entrance, stretching the hypersensitive flesh before spearing back inside.
Astrid rested her cheek against the soil, eyes wide as saucers as she took it. The spearing pain was perfectly intertwined with pleasure, as the unrelenting cock rubbed all her most sensitive spots simultaneously, the dragon's heavy balls slapping against her clit with each speedy thrust. Eventually, there was no semblance of pain at all, aside from the tearing of her flesh under the beast's talons, though she couldn't feel it at all.
The only sensation she registered was pleasure.
So much pleasure…
Her eyes rolled back, mouth hanging slightly agape in a demented smile. The dragon, it wasn't fucking her out of hate, or a twisted game like that of Viggo. It was following it's instincts, doing what felt good. And her pussy felt good…
No, she was nothing but a tight, wet hole for the Singetail to pound into the earth. Fill her with cum as an adolescent male was made to do, just fuck her, nothing more, nothing less.
They were nothing but animals.
It was this primal, unrelenting urge to rut that had infatuated her with the fantasy of being fucked by a dragon. If he were a human, he might be too calculated, hellbent on drawing it out, admiring her. Maybe taking a second to stop and tease her by ceasing his thrusts, or focus on the noises she was making, or admire the way her breasts jiggled beneath her with each rapid thrust. Perhaps the onlookers were focused on her bouncing mounds, Astrid didn't care.
She just wanted to lay there and take it.
Until the fierce pounding in her core drew her closer and closer to the edge, each stroke of the hard dragon cock sending euphoria through her veins. She screamed as she came violently, entire body shaking beneath the weight of the creature, who continued pounding as her body trembled in orgasmic bliss.
It didn't take much longer for the beast to follow suit, it tensed, digging talons further into her flesh as she suddenly felt a fierce jet of semen fill her tight channel. Followed by another, and another and another…
"Mmmmphf…" Astrid mumbled, tongue sloshing around her wet mouth in bliss, feeling her insides go soupy.
Pressure built in her pussy as the Singetail's bulbous cockhead acted as a plug, the dragon cum filling her channel like a balloon. Before the beast suddenly popped free of her tight opening, sending the milky fluid gushing out with force, painting the ground up to a meter backwards.
Astrid collapsed as the beast backed away, unsure of where it was going or who was leading it away. All the while, the crowd around her was enraptured, hollering loudly and shouting indecencies that she didn't bother to comprehend. Trembling where she lay, her eyes remained rolled back in her head, mouth still agape as satisfaction flooded her veins.
Soft footsteps somehow pierced her shield of euphoria, and through her hazy vision, she saw Viggo kneeling before her. The world began to fade as he brushed hair from her face...
"I hope it was everything you dreamed." He tilted his head, smiling deviously. "You continue to amaze me, my dear…"
Astrid was dazed as she blinked open her eyes, the haze of sleep still hanging heavy. Her entire body aching, pinned against the wooden table where she'd fallen asleep, appearing to not have moved at all. Only, there were two things that caught her attention through the dizziness of her situation:
She couldn't see, and there was something inside her.
A blindfold, it appeared, wherein she could only see hints of light peeking through, was wrapped snugly around her head. And there was something in her vagina, she gently squeezed it with her muscles, trying to make out if it was some kind of device, or a person.
It was warm, fleshy, softening between her walls. And here was a deep feeling of freshly released fluid inside of her. Then, she made out the feeling of hands resting gently on her hips.
Definitely a person.
"V… Viggo…" Astrid murmured, hardly audible.
She wriggled her hips, feeling the contents inside of her slide around. Had she just been raped… in her sleep?
Something felt off, she squeezed the object inside her again. Viggo had fucked her many times in her stay, but she never remembered being this stretched open. Almost like he was bigger in some way…
"Ah, she's awake."
It was Viggo's voice, registering in her dazed mind, she just wanted to know what was going on.
Until the blindfold was tugged upwards, Astrid winced as the light hit her sleepy eyes, blinking to make out her surroundings.
"What were you dreaming about?" Viggo asked curiously. Only, as her vision cleared completely she saw that Viggo was, in fact, standing right in front of her. If he was there…
Then who was-?!
Astrid snapped her head to look behind her, the mist of exhaustion gone entirely at the fear that struck her heart. Behind her, out of breath and holding her hips in a vice-grip, was Krogan.
Krogan was inside of her…
"You know how much I hate to admit when I'm wrong," Krogan chuckled, glancing at Viggo. "But I have to say, she's marvelous."
"Isn't she?"
Krogan gave a half-hearted thrust with his softening cock, "And so wet… I have a hard time believing she didn't enjoy that."
"I've found that she rather enjoys getting fucked, regardless of who happens to be spearing her." Viggo looked down at her. "Am I right, my dear?"
Astrid, feeling utterly hopeless, laid her head on the table. Staring off into nothingness. She'd been raped by two men now, would this nightmare ever end..?
"Mmh, a whore's sex drive, then. She'd make a good one." Krogan stared at her exposed form. "Has the body for it, definitely the pussy."
At that, Krogan began to pull out, before Viggo was quick to stop him.
"Ah ah, stay inside of her."
"I beg your pardon?"
"Don't move…" Viggo commanded, rounding the table and fidgeting with his trousers. "We mustn't give her a moment's rest."
Astrid simply laid there as they went about their objective, losing any interest in fighting, there was no point. Eventually, Krogan pulled out of her, only for Viggo's hard cock to slip in a moment later. She made no reaction, as there was no pain. Krogan appeared to be larger than Viggo, so she hardly felt it as the hunter began to steadily rut, her channel and innards exhausted and overused.
No, she just layed there, taking it.
After some time, Viggo spoke through labored breaths. "Krogan, there's a black marble device on that shelf over there, shaped like an arrowhead, bring it to me."
Though confused, Krogan begrudgingly complied, Astrid watched as he returned with the object, handing it to Viggo.
"Thank you." He panted, free hand gripping her ass tightly as he tensed, sighing as he finished and pumped her full of more semen, filling her to the brim.
She felt him pull out, only to gasp as whatever the object Krogan had retrieved was fit snugly into her hole.
"A plug, you see." Viggo explained, not caring if she was truly listening or not. "No reason to let all that seed go to waste."
Astrid groaned as she shuffled her legs a bit, feeling the horrific mix of the men's semen slosh inside of her, trapped by the plug, which burned her stretched entrance as it held strong.
"Tell our artist to come inside." Viggo commanded, as Krogan exited the tent.
"Wh… What?" Astrid questioned, voice shaky.
Viggo smiled at her, "Oh, how rude of me to forget, you're entirely unaware. I've arranged a surprise for you!"
"Surprise..?"
When Krogan reentered, a man followed him, a soldier of thinner build.
Viggo addressed him quickly, "So, your drawing abilities are of stature?"
"Certainly, sir." The soldier was quick to respond. "But, what is it that I'm-"
That's when he caught sight of Astrid, eyes widening as his sentence trailed into nothing.
"Good. Your skill is of the utmost importance." Viggo prompted, handing him something. Astrid squinted, dread filling her chest as she saw it was Hiccup's sketchbook.
"Make yourself comfortable." Viggo went on, glancing back to where Astrid lay. "We've got some setting up to do."
"What exactly are you planning on using this for?" Krogan asked, impatient as he sat lackadaisical in a nearby chair. "I don't suppose we'll be sending it with the ransom request?"
"An interesting idea," Viggo replied. "But I simply believe it's worth having, for the novelty at the very least, don't you think?"
"Novelty? Is everything a game to you, Viggo?"
"I'd have to say it is…"
Viggo leaned over the soldier, eyeing the progress he was making.
"That's looking quite nice." Viggo continued, admiring the work.
"Thank you, sir." The soldier responded, not taking his eyes off the mission. "I'm happy to be of service."
"You most certainly are." Viggo chuckled, glancing at his subject. "Wouldn't you agree, my dear?"
The sight before them would be enough to send chills down the spine of a Whispering Death.
Hanging from the rafters of the tent with a chaotic assortment of ropes, she was bound. Her arms tied tightly behind her back, though she was suspended by her shoulders and legs, as if she were laying down, face up, in the air. Her upper-body slightly hunched upwards, giving them a good view of her face.
Astrid was incapable of responding, a leather device wrapped snugly around her head, metal hooks in her nostrils pulling on her nose, leaving her mouth hanging open. Her tongue was clamped as well, stretched out of her mouth by a leather lead going to each of her nipples. The lead was short, causing the clamps on the two little buds to tug her breasts upwards.
Her legs were spread open as well, ropes pulling her them apart at the knees, giving the men a nice view of her pussy, the dark plug still in place.
"My apologies," Viggo paced over to where she hung. "I forget you can't answer me. I'm so very used to hearing your voice at this point."
Astrid could do nothing but watch him with her wide eyes, unable to turn her head, tears streaming down her cheeks as he approached.
"But I do think this will be a lovely addition to Hiccup's sketches of you." His eyes trailed over her body. "A bit different from the others, but it certainly depicts our time together quite nicely, wouldn't you say?"
She blinked away more tears, a low whine sounding from her open mouth.
"Stupid me." Viggo mocked, shaking his head. "I forgot again."
"Uh, sir-" The soldier perked up, catching Viggo's attention. "I-I'm at her undercarriage, you told me to let you know…"
"Excellent." Viggo ducked under her leg, situating himself in front of her pussy. "I'm afraid you'll have to sketch this portion rather fast, I've no clue as to how long it'll drip."
Astrid winced as the plug was ripped from her, a gush of semen seeping out and pooling on the floor. Viggo backed away as the flow steadied, before it was a slimy, continuous stream from her hole to the ground. Astrid's eyes rolled back in her head at the sensation, grateful to be freed from the pressure, and the horrid idea that she was filled with so much seed.
Viggo, back to standing over the soldier, smiled as he watched the sketch take place. "Yes, just like that…"
After an eternity, the soldier finished the drawing, and was bid a thankful farewell from Viggo. Who was now staring at the finished product, Krogan glancing over his shoulder.
"I have to admit, it's better than I expected."
"Well worth the time, I assure you." Viggo gloated, before catching sight of the real Astrid, sauntering over with the book in his hands. "I'm sure it'll be to your liking as well."
Astrid's eyes trailed the page as he held it for her to view, threatening more tears from her eyes. Tears which were undoubtedly visible in the drawing trailing her horrified expression, along with the stream of semen seeping from her hole…
"So, what are we to do with her now?" Krogan crossed his arms. "The pleasure she brings doesn't make her any less of an inconvenience, not to mention the rations that dragon of hers is consuming, we have a limited stock, you know?"
"Let the dragon starve." Viggo said carelessly, drawing a whimper from Astrid. "No need to fret, my dear, you'll continue to be taken care of…"
He closed the book, tossing it aside, trailing his hands up her spread legs and stopping at her pussy. Eyeing her suggestively, he slipped a finger inside, her opening loose from the plug, but it didn't keep her from gasping as he hooked his didget into the sensitive spot he'd come to recognize, fingering it harshly.
More whines came from her open mouth as he dug into her, disturbing wet sounds emanating from between her legs as he worked. Through the over-stimulation, Astrid was forced to feel the pleasure, unaware of how, but disgusted by it nonetheless.
"That's it, I know you like this…" Viggo grumbled, fingering harder. "Take it like a good girl…"
Her bound limbs attempted to thrash through the stimulation, but went nowhere, completely limited by the ropes. Her wide eyes rolled back in her head, an inhuman moan echoing through the tent as she came.
Viggo backed away as more of that odd liquid spurted from her, as it had when he'd been spanking her earlier. It squirted far, and he hardly got out of the way before it fired, stepping aside as she let loose on the dirt floor. He chuckled when he saw Krogan's shocked expression.
"I've never seen it happen…"
"Neither had I, before this one came along." Viggo ran his hands over her body as she panted, recovering from her climax. "Isn't it fascinating?"
"Indeed…"
Viggo reached her open mouth, dragging his juice-slickened finger over her exposed tongue, forcing her to taste it.
A final moan caught in Astrid's throat, but not due to pleasure or pain. But from a deep, unrelenting sense of dread. Continuing to remind herself of her impending rescue was all she had, it was the only thing she could hold on to. Surely Hiccup was coming for her, and soon enough, she'd get to witness the men before her getting disemboweled, slain for what they had done to her. And she'd finally be safe in Hiccup's arms, they were coming for her...
Weren't they?..