How far this part from Astrid's POV will go? I'm not entirely sure yet. Probably not as far as Toothless raping her since we have that part already covered form her POV. And Astrid enjoying it... Well, not really, I think. That's the crux with flashbacks. You need to stay in-story of what already happened, and she didn't like getting raped and gangbanged, not really. ;)

Geir doesn't cut her on purpose. In fact, he is very efficient in using the knife to get rid of her clothes, piece by piece. The sharp knife easily cuts through the leather strap that holds her shoulder pads, destroying it efficiently. Her skirt suffers a similar fate, leather and fur soon destroyed beyond repair. She feels strangely naked without those pieces of clothes, especially when the two men that hold her legs get rid of her boots in the meantime.

Then Geir takes his time to slowly cut open her shirt and tights, one cut at a time, each one revealing more of her skin, more of her body. The men around them clearly enjoy the show, some openly jerking to the display. Astrid wants to fight her captors, but there is little she can do. Every time she struggles in their hold, kicks or bends in an attempt to get free, her situation only becomes worse. When the men don't hold her high enough, the cloth around her neck strangles her. Every one of her movement makes her slit rub against Geir's erection which draws disgusting noises of pleasure from him. And every time she jerks, the knife that peels off her clothes shallowly cuts into her skin.

After a few minutes, she is dizzy from lack of oxygen, nauseous by all the grunts of sick pleasure around her, and bleeding from countless small cuts.

When the knife cuts through the shirt and bindings over her breasts and - obviously on purpose - into her nipple, she can't suppress the surprised cry from escaping her. Geir pauses to glare down at her, his hips moving purposefully and the knife's edge still on the bleeding gash. "You like that, don't you?" he sneers. He presses the knife a little deeper and bucks against her, which makes her grit her teeth against the pain and the disgust alike.

No, she doesn't like it, not at all. No man is allowed to touch her, none but Hiccup, and even he only when she lets him. Geir will die for what he does to her, she'll make sure of that. As soon as she has the chance...

"Yes, you like it, don't deny that, dirty cunt. You like it rough, don't you? I've seen your little friends, but I bet even if they take you all at once that's not enough for you."

Astrid swallows past the gag in her mouth. She doesn't like what this man is insinuating, not at all.

He continues with stripping her, stripe by stripe. Soon, her breasts are entirely bare to the men around them, burning from the pain of dozens of small cuts. When his hand with the knife wanders between her legs, she tenses in fear and the prospect of pain. And when it comes, it's so much more intense than she anticipated. She cries out as the cold metal cuts into her sensitive skin, but it only makes the men around her laugh.

Geir grins down at her body, still somewhat wrapped in what used to be her familiar clothes but utterly exposed nonetheless. He lets the knife drop to the ground and unhurriedly undoes his belt. Astrid stares in horror as the man reveals his flushed cock. He grips and pumps it, dark eyes gleaming, then lets it rub against her slit as he bends down to purr into her ear.

"You're lucky that I have strict orders. I would fuck you bloody and then let my men have fun with what's left of you. But I am not to cause any lasting harm and only prepare you. Too bad..." He trails off and Astrid sees the menacing sneer as he retreats. His words frighten her. She's Astrid Hofferson, afraid of nothing. But she is afraid of what this man is going to do to her.

She watches with burning eyes as he reaches into a pocket of his jacket and produces a small silver box. It contains some white paste, as far as she can see, nothing she recognizes. Still watching her, he carefully dips his fingers into the paste then reaches down... to smear it between his legs? It doesn't make any sense to her. But it seems to feel good as he closes his eyes, hums, and ruts his cock against her a few times.

"Yes, that's it," he groans. Then he grins down at her again. "Now, to you, little slut." He dips his fingers into the paste again, coating two of his fingers with it this time - and shoves those fingers into her pussy.

Astrid cries out in surprise, horror, and pain. Surprise, because she hasn't expected it. Horror, because she doesn't want him inside her, no part of him, not of anyone but Hiccup. And Pain, because it hurts!

She's not wet, not aroused, not prepared at all. She can feel the burning of uncountable small tears in her skin, around her slit and inside her. Tears well up in her eyes as she remembers how cautious Hiccup always was, no matter how rough they played. This is nothing like being with Hiccup.

Geir probes around inside her and a strange feeling overcomes her. Not arousal, not really. It doesn't feel good what he does. But there's something else, a prickling heat that makes her tender and sensitive, relaxed in some part, tense in others. And it makes her wet. She can feel it, her body betraying her as it produces the wetness arousal brings.

No! No, she doesn't want this. She doesn't want to want this! It's wrong, so utterly and completely wrong!

She's sobbing quietly as Geir coaxes more wetness from her body before he removes the hand. "Amazing what Terror cum can do," he murmurs, but the words don't make much sense to her. She watches in horror as he dips his finger into the whitish paste - dragon cum? - again, only to reach out for her mouth this time. She twists and thrashes as she realizes what he wants, but she can't fight him. She can't get away, can't turn her head away from him as he reaches past the gag, can't bite his finger off as he smears the paste onto her tongue. It tastes awful, bitter like poison. The prospect of swallowing it makes her gag.

But the drug is powerful. Only seconds pass before she notices its effect. She becomes dizzy and lightheaded, her mind sluggish. She can't see straight anymore as everything around her blurs, the corpses on the ground, the dirty men around her, their laughter and grunts.

She shrieks as Geir's considerable girth suddenly fills her, his balls pressing against her ass. It hurts, but not as much as she'd expected. Not as much as the shame she feels at betraying Hiccup. She should have fought harder, should have defended herself better. This is her fault.

Tears stream down her cheeks as Geir fucks her, her drugged body responding to the stimulation, crying and moaning until a weirdly surreal orgasm wrecks her body. Sobbing freely, she only marginally notices how he pulled out and jerks off by hand until his cum shoots out and covers her breasts and belly. She feels horrible, humiliated. But even more than that she feels dirty. Dirty for having allowed this to happen. For her body enjoying it.

"Captain Geir... weren't we supposed to only-"

"Yes, I know," Geir cuts his man off. The words only reach her through a strange haze. "We're not to impregnate her. From now on, her slit is taboo."

Astrid is relieved to hear these words. So, it's over. Maybe the other men will jerk off while watching her, maybe even cover her in more cum. But she's safe now, they won't rape her again.

Or so she thought until something hot and hard presses against her butt hole, breaching it.

She can't help but scream as, for the first time in her life, a man's cock fills her ass.

Writing this is more fun than I'd thought, haha. Hope, you liked it, too.