"You know, this wouldn't be so painful if you just held still."
"NOO!"
Astrid thrashed beneath him, crying as he pinned her against the furs lining the bed. Viggo's entire body weight crushing her as he attempted to quicken his thrusts, his cock slipping in and out of her.
After the horrific portrait had finished, Viggo opted to keep her in the harness for the remainder of the night. Figuring he could catch up on his own much-needed rest while she hung, entirely immobile, it was unbelievably convenient. Of course, that also meant that he'd fallen asleep without someone warming his bed beforehand. He could hardly stop himself from removing her from the treacherous bondage and throwing her onto the bed as soon as he'd awoken.
"I said, keep still!" He growled, clasping a strong hand around her neck.
Astrid choked, turning bright red as she fought for air, but not receiving any. Her erratic movements ceased at once.
"There we go…" Viggo hummed, resuming his thrusts, relishing in the way her protesting hole squeezed him.
"See, if you only obeyed me more often things would be better for you." He continued through heavy breaths. "You'd feel pleasure, I've made you cum, I know you enjoy it… Mmmh, just wait… The Dragon Riders will fall, that Nadder of yours will wilt away in the pens, then, it's just you and me… You'll be my plaything for the rest of your life…"
She choked on a few shallow breaths as he pumped in and out, the pain of his intrusion lost in the need to simply breathe. High whimpers squeezed from her throat as he fucked her, her vision turning hazy as her lungs burned.
"That's it… that's it…" Viggo's head tipped back as pleasure coursed through his veins, threatening to implode in his groin as he felt himself reaching closer and closer to climax.
His hips slammed loudly against her flesh, Astrid's hips rising from the surface of the bed as he thrusted, as if he could fuck her clear through the wood beneath. He was impossibly deep.
Beginning to see white, Astrid clawed at his arms pathetically, nails barely scraping his flesh in an attempt to deter him. Finally, as Viggo felt himself reaching the peak of his pleasure, he lost focus on gripping her neck. Astrid gasped for air as he released her, with him far too concerned with the euphoria taking him over to notice. Through fear, anger, and compulsion, she grit her teeth.
Viggo was too far gone in the waves of his impending release, and her fist colliding with the side of his head took him by more than just surprise. Anger ceased to build in his chest until he'd even comprehended what happened, the throes of his oncoming orgasm shattered at the pain. He groaned as he fell to his side, vision blurry after the blow, only to regain his composure enough to glare daggers at the girl where she lay, but there was one problem…
She was gone.
Astrid's chest heaved as she slowly backed away from the bed, frantically searching for a weapon of any kind, adrenaline giving her tunnel vision as she looked.
He was slow to recover, brain muddled with the pain as he attempted to stand, baring teeth through his anger.
"Astrid…" He growled, sending chills down her spine.
Feeling like a cornered animal, her survival instincts took over, one word flashing through her mind: Escape.
Now was her chance, and she likely wouldn't have another.
She ignored his deafening commands as she ran from the tent, still entirely naked and vulnerable, but the notion of freedom getting the better of her judgement. Stopping momentarily to look around, there were soldiers and flyers littering the grounds, several stopping dead in their tracks when they noticed her.
Unsure of what to do, or where to go, she ran.
Hearing the frantic yells did nothing to deter her, she simply ran, past the tents and into the forest beyond. The sunny surroundings darkened as the canopy of trees shielded her overhead, the smell of warm, fresh greenery flooding her senses. In stark contrast to the musty, sex-smelling tent she'd been held in for so long. In any other circumstance, it would be wondrous. But nothing about the surroundings seemed important enough to take in, if she even noticed them at all, she just needed to escape. Get as far away from Viggo as possible.
Her trembling legs somehow kept her footing as she ran, thorns and sharp rocks digging into her bare soles, until a sudden rush of sensations hit her all at once.
She briefly felt something cold and metal beneath her left foot, then heard a metallic click. What followed was an immeasurable pain to her ankle, something in the bone splitting right then and there.
"AHHH!" Astrid wailed, falling face first into the dirt and fallen leaves.
Crying helplessly, she looked down, spotting an old, rusted bear trap clamped on her left ankle. The brownish barbs nestled deep in her skin on both sides, sending droplets of blood cascading down her flesh, the limb now slightly crooked as she trembled.
"No…" She sobbed, rearing upwards and hissing in agony. Her fingers twitched nervously as she attempted to grasp the device, pulling uselessly at the trap in an attempt to free herself.
Screaming in pain and frustration, it wouldn't budge, her bare chest heaved with frantic breaths. Before a sudden snapping of twigs in front of her drew her tear-filled eyes upward.
A small crew of masked soldiers stood before her, spears in their grasps, before their eyes fell to the trap.
"Thor almighty…" One breathed, before glaring at her. "Serves you right for running, little slut."
Viggo paced idly, kicking impatiently at the dirt beneath his boots, awaiting her impending return.
Soon enough, the group of soldiers emerged from the treeline, weaving through the tents while dragging a pale, naked body along with them. They had her by the arms, as her legs sagged against the ground. Even from his place in the main clearing of the campsite, he could hear her soft cries. But what really caught his attention was her leg, as they neared, he could see the metal clasp of a bear trap fastened to her ankle.
He couldn't suppress a laugh at the sight, "Well well well, what are the odds?"
The guards reached him, before dropping her to the ground in front of him. She was trembling, tear-stained face now masked with dirt and sweat, her crooked ankle caked in both wet and dried blood.
"Anything else we can assist you with, sir?" The guard nearest to him asked.
Viggo hesitated, staring down at the body in front of him, meeting her hazy blue eyes for a brief moment. He got an idea.
"Bring me a table from one of those tents." He commanded, as the guards nodded and obliged.
As they walked away, he kneeled before her, brushing some of the hair away from her face. "Did you truly think you could escape me?" He asked softly, as her head limpened against the dirt. "You never learn, do you?"
By then, passing soldiers had stopped to gawk at the sight of the girl, completely out in the open for their viewing pleasure. Some began arguing, voicing their concerns for making a scene in front of Viggo, but the hunter stood, addressing the onlookers with startling respect.
"Please, don't feel obliged to look away." He voiced loudly, drawing even more attention to the scene. He glared down at the body before him. "This one decided she was going to evade her own captivity, she took me for a fool. She must be punished in the only way I see fit."
Hushed voices surrounded them as the crowd grew, becoming so dense, the tents were no longer visible.
Viggo smiled, "So please, look on. I think you'll find the show worth your time…"
He watched as the guards from before broke through the crowd, struggling to carry a sturdy wooden table along with them. Making it to the center, they placed it. Viggo nodded to them gratefully as they receded into the audience.
Viggo knelt, carefully rearranging her limbs to where he could comfortably pick her up. He was surprised when she didn't fight, clearly too engrossed in the pain she felt to protest any longer, and her injury looked nasty.
Astrid whimpered as he placed her, face up, on the surface. Her legs dangling off the edge. His hands trailed down her left leg, holding the limb until he reached the heavy, metal device. Even Viggo couldn't help but cringe at the sight, her foot turning a light shade of purple from lack of blood flow, as most of it seeped through the wound. The sticky liquid coating his hands as he heard her groan in pain.
Staring into her face, he fastened his hands best he could on either side of the trap's jaw, gripping it tightly before forcing it open with all his strength.
Astrid screamed as the prongs suddenly came loose, blood spurting as the device was agonizingly ripped from her flesh.
Viggo chuckled, tossing the trap behind him and gently grasping at her foot. "Mmm, that does look painful."
Her hands clawed at the table, body writhing in pain as she sobbed. "Stop! Please!"
He dropped the limb, running his hands up her thighs and over her exposed abdomen. "But we've only just started, my dear…"
She yelped as he reached up, catching a handful of her hair as he leaned over her, bringing his face close to hers. "Are you forgetting the state you left me in?" He threatened, pressing his groin against her own, his previous arousal still very much unsated.
"Don't…" She begged, lips quivering at the idea of him doing that in front of a crowd.
His smile didn't fade as he released her hair, making an attempt to deter him, she tried pushing him away. But he was quick to grasp her wrists over her head, using his other to work his trousers down enough to free his throbbing erection.
She was still somewhat wet from before, but her unaroused state did nothing to aid her, making the sudden penetration all the more painful. Crying helplessly as he pushed in, the throbbing pain in her ankle dulled at the intrusion, until the sensations mixed. Creating a dreaded symphony of fiery pain through her body, and she was left to do nothing but lay there and take it, the agony of the situation worse than any punishment she'd ever been dealt in her life.
Then, it was like the world slowed around her. Her body grew numb, laying there as she was violated. Even the glow of the overhead sun felt cold on her skin, the voices of onlooking soldiers piercing her mind, as she heard an endless collage of hollers and shouts, encouraging Viggo's efforts. Her vision grew spotty as her head limpened to the side, seeing the blurry faces watching her. Some, not even bothering to hide the act of pleasuring themselves at the sight of a helpless girl suffering.
As thoughts buzzed lazily through her head, she began to wonder how it could be that so many monsters could congregate in one place. What were the chances that all of the men watching felt pleasure in watching her like this? Was there no scrap of humanity in any of them? Why, why did it have to be like this..?
She somehow didn't notice when Viggo had finished inside of her, even as he panted to catch his breath, pulling out and tucking himself away. Through her misty tears, she briefly saw him staring down at her, a look of dark amusement etched in his features.
At some point, he turned, and said something to the onlooking crowd that Astrid could not determine. She was simply basking in the relief of no longer being violated, but of course, the relief would not last long.
Because she watched as the darkness of the crowd grew closer to her as the moments passed, and her eyes grew heavy. Whether it be the fatigue, or her brain finally taking pity on her through the agony, she didn't know. But they continued nearing until she was closely surrounded by soldiers.
She half-expected to feel hands all over her, similar to the terrible memory of when she'd been allowed to see Stormfly, and she was ruthlessly attacked. But she felt no sensation, aside from the muted voices that her brain refused to register. Blinking as the haze clouded her vision, she almost allowed herself to breathe a sigh of relief.
Until she felt something hot and sticky suddenly spurt across her tear-stained cheek in droplets. She flinched, bringing her shaky hand to her face and dipping her fingers in the mixture, pulling it away to view the contents. It was slimy, white, a pungent smell filling her nose.
A choked sob caught in her throat as she realized.
Then she felt another spurt, this time on her hip, then another across her breast.
She squinted, the sun blinding her as she tried to catch focus on what was happening. But as the seconds passed, she saw the encompassing group around her, each one of them exposing themselves, stroking vehemently as they reached their end one at a time. More spurts coated her body, not missing a single patch of bare skin. Her shoulders, abdomen, legs, between her legs. It wouldn't stop.
When one would finish, another would take his place, and another after that, and another and another...
A startling spurt hit her in the eye as she cried, the burning pain all but adding to the horrific agony she was already experiencing. She tried shielding her face with her trembling hands, until they were fiercely grabbed and pinned to the wooden surface. She opened her mouth to sob again, only for a foul-tasting liquid to squirt inside, coating her tongue as she gagged.
She spit as much of the contents out as she could through her gags, trailing the liquid down the sides of her cheeks as the merciless torment continued.
After an eternity, Astrid noticed the crowd around her begin to dissipate, while the blue sky above and the rustic features of the base came back into view.
All the while, Viggo stared at her as he reapproached, smiling at the success of his punishment. There wasn't an inch of her that wasn't covered in seed, he even had to squint as the sun reflected off the slimy fluid.
He was never one to willfully indulge in the residue of another man's pleasure, never mind an entire army's worth, but he simply couldn't help himself. Putting his hands on her, his palms raked through the fluid, spreading it into her skin as he trailed up her legs, over her stomach, making it to her breasts.
She whimpered as he stopped to play with them, squeezing and shaking the mounds as he spread the semen. But he was far too enthralled to stop, lifting his hands as little strings of the fluid connected his fingers to her skin. He snaked back towards her underside, slipping over her soaked folds and rubbing the seed into her clit.
While her body was still numb from the trauma, she flinched at the sensation, tossing her head to the side and giving another hopeless attempt at shoving him away. The fluid on her body making her hands slippery as she pushed, proving the effort all the more useless.
Moving on, he shoved several of his fingers inside of her, an easy task, given her state. "Now do you see?" He hummed as he touched her. "It's just like I said, obedience is key. Go against my wishes, and you'll be punished."
He withdrew his fingers, watching as her chest heaved with labored breaths. But the anger in him at her little escape attempt hadn't quite fizzled out, and he harshly grabbed her hair again, pulling her off the slick table and onto the ground with a powerful thud.
Her slimy hands pried at his grip, but it was no use. He began dragging her away, through the dense crowd and in the direction of his tent.
"Clean this mess up." He half-heartedly commanded as he passed the soldiers.
They watched as the hunter dragged her away, ignoring the way her desperate blue eyes searched theirs, hoping for any form of mercy or solace in the torment. Even after what they had done...
But she would find none.
"That's it, just like that…"
He mumbled against her as she climaxed again, the absolute disgust on her face almost made him feel pitiful.
Almost.
They were laying in Viggo's bed again, as the sun had since set over the hunter base. He was on his back, partially clothed as he held her close to his body, two fingers buried in her spent, pulsating pussy. Her head laid lazily against his chest in the afterglow of her most recent orgasm, and he could smell the sweet aroma of the soap he'd gifted her. Blonde locks still damp from her bath.
"You're lucky I allowed you to wash." He whispered, letting her catch her breath. "As much as it amused me, I have little desire to see you covered in any man's seed but my own."
Sure, he'd allowed Krogan to mount her, and the soldiers to have their own form of twisted fun. But she was still his, there was no taking that away…
Yes, she'd gotten very lucky with his generosity tonight, especially after the little stunt she pulled. He'd even arranged for the healer to tend to her ankle, opting to clean and wrap it for the time being. The healer had warned him that the bones beneath were likely cracked, but Viggo saw no use in fussing over it.
After all, if she couldn't walk, she couldn't escape.
And now, he was gifting her with a lengthy fingering session. Thor, she should be kissing his boots at this point.
"I've been thinking," He whispered as he resumed stroking her insides, causing her to moan involuntarily. "It's been quite a while since you've arrived here, hasn't it?"
She whimpered against his chest as he wriggled his digit into something sensitive inside of her, the spot he'd been concentrating on since he'd laid her down for the night. He'd managed to finger nearly a dozen orgasms out of her so far, it made her stomach churn…
"Nearing four days." He chuckled. "You'd think Hiccup and the others would have found you by now."
At the mention of Hiccup, Astrid couldn't help it, she choked on a sob as his finger squeezed deeper inside her protesting cunt.
"We haven't seen a single sign of them in this direction." A lie, but effective, nonetheless. "I mean, great Odin, don't they have tracking dragons?"
Astrid closed her eyes, trying to ignore him.
"I think it's time to accept the inevitable, my dear." He said softly, free hand stroking her back lovingly. "They aren't looking for you."
Emotion swelled in her chest, tears squeezing from the corners of her eyes and trailing down her flushed cheek.
He's trying to get to you! She told herself. Don't listen!
"I suppose, why waste the effort?" Viggo chuckled. "Not like you'll be any use to them after our time together."
He hooked his finger harder into her sensitive spot, drawing a loud cry, mixed with a moan from her throat. Tears dotted his chest where her head rested.
"Sh… S-Shut up…" She sobbed against him, pleasure boiling in her abdomen.
"You'll belong to me forever," He muttered, fingering much faster, bringing her closer and closer to another end. "Even if you do escape, make it back to your precious Hiccup, you'll still be mine…"
"No-!" She growled. "You're wrong!"
"Do you want him, hm?" He taunted, unable to help himself. "Do you want Hiccup?"
She cried even harder, seeing no use in putting on an act, she nodded.
"Aw…" He mused, leaning his head against hers. "Then say it…"
Astrid's chest heaved with her cries, shakily sucking for air, her voice was nothing but a mumble. "I… I want Hiccup…"
"Sorry," He prompted. "Couldn't hear you, my dear."
"I…" She sobbed, louder this time. "I want H-Hiccup."
"Louder." He mocked, fingering her even harder. "Maybe he'll hear it."
Astrid huffed in frustration, tears never ceasing. "I want Hiccup!"
"I don't believe you…" He chuckled, before gripping her harshly. "Louder!"
"I WANT HICCUP!" She screamed through her sobs, falling into a fit of cries as her voice grew shaky. "I… I want him. I want him… AH-!"
Her fists balled as a hot orgasm fluttered through her channel, squeezing his wriggling fingers.
Viggo hummed as he felt a minimal spurt of liquid from her pussy, warming his palm as it splashed, dripping haphazardly as he removed the limb, staring at his hand in amusement.
She limpened against his chest again, hot tears flowing like a river as she trembled. As much as she despised admitting it… he was right.
Even if she made it out of here, even if she made it back to Hiccup… she would still be Viggo's. He'd taken her, every part of her, and she had nothing left to give...