Guess what? Getting not a single response is pretty demotivating. So I'll only update this when I feel like it without any pressure. Seems like nobody cares anyway :)
"She's always so mean," Farina murmurs against his lips as she slowly begins to move up and down his length. "Of course, you need to get fucked, that's why you're here. But that doesn't mean you can't enjoy it, right?" She leans forward, lifting her hips a bit to give him space to move, and he takes the invitation gratefully.
Hiccup moves with her, hips thrusting up to meet her rolling ones in a fast but not hurried rhythm. He doesn't answer, can't remember how to speak, but he agrees. He wants to enjoy it. He does.
For he doesn't know how long, he keeps fucking into her welcoming body with her pushing back down on him with just the right amount of force. His shoulders and back hurt, sour from the unusual exercise of the last... Hours? Days? But it doesn't matter. The liquor is still active in his body, and he keeps climaxing, keeps spurting into Farina's hot body, tight like a silken device around his length.
Compared to what Lisa and Mona had done before, this is effortless. It feels good, like being with a lover and not just being a mindless sex slave. His groans and howls over individual stronger orgasms get swallowed by her soft lips on his mouth. She tastes sweet, like the fruits she's eaten earlier, and he eagerly kisses her back, eager for that foreign taste that is so different, so much better than Mona's arousal and his own cum from before.
Yes, this feels good, all hot fuck, all soft body rubbing against his, all sweet kisses and even sweeter sounds. With his eyes half closed in bliss and his mind hazy as it is, it almost seems as if he's with Astrid. As if they were in her bed back at the Edge, with him tied up for her pleasure, her long golden hair falling around them like a curtain. As if his desire is just the response to her appealing body, rather than to the perverted drugs raging through his body. She isn't Astrid, he knows that. She doesn't smell right, doesn't really sound like her. Her kisses are different, too, far too playful compared to Astrid's demanding and hungry bite-kisses. And she feels different, too, not the perfect match, but only a comfortable one. Her breasts are too big. That doesn't make much sense, but hers are bigger than Astrid's and that makes them too big for his taste.
No, Farna is not Astrid. And yet he indulges in the fantasy nonetheless. In his mind, he is with Astrid, with his beautiful Valkyrie, and he enjoys it thoroughly.
After a while, he feels how the liquor loses its power. He's still aroused, still hard due to the terror cum, but he also feels the exhaustion. He is tired, so unbelievably tired, and thirsty, too. He's not moving anymore, not thrusting up in that demanding urge to bury himself deep in Farina's body, but lying still with her comfortably draped across his chest.
"I liked that," she murmurs while playing with the light hair on his chest. Then she chuckles. "I know Lady Draga would be furious, but I actually hope I won't catch, so we can do this again when I'm part of another group. Too bad..."
Hiccup's mind is clouded, but not too clouded to understand what her words mean. Another group? So he's supposed to do all this again? Probably multiple times? He whimpers at the thought. No, he can't go through all this again and again. There's only so much his body can endure, he's sure of that. And if he ever wants to find a way out of all this, then he needs a clear head. There has to be another way than getting drugged and raped repeatedly!
Suddenly, cool glass touches his mouth, and he presses his lips together in desperation. No, not again. Not more alcohol, he can't-
"Don't worry, its only water this time," Farina says with a playful giggle in her voice. "You must be thirty." Hesitantly, he opens his mouth to taste a drop of the offered liquid, and relaxes when he really only tastes water this time. He drinks it eagerly, and the second glass she brings him, too. "Now rest a bit. We're going to clean up before we bring you to the others."
In some secluded part of his mind Hiccup wonders who the others are, but he doesn't have enough strength left to think about it. Exhausted, he drifts in and out of consciousness or sleep, he can't say which one. The girls are talking to one another but he doesn't care, doesn't listen. They bustle around the room with no rhyme or reason to him and their words seem irrelevant anyway. Until Lisa calls out.
"So, that's it. We'll take all this back to the kitchens and then bring him back to the cells. Mona? Are you coming?"
"Just go ahead," Mona calls back, much closer to him than Lisa is. "There's one last thing I want to try."