AN: Wow, this was funny. No reviews at all for a while and then that entire wave. Thank you so much! And I'm sorry it took so long to update. Summer means I don't spend all that time on my computer. ;) Anyway, here we go again.
The pain is intense, filling her entire being.
There is nothing left in her head, no fear, no shame, no arousal. No worries for Hiccup, for Stormfly, or any of her friends. Nothing but pain. There's a strange sound accompanying the pain, a high scream too fierce to be human. And yet it is her own. Her own scream fills her dazed mind as the cock in her ass nearly tears her apart.
It takes long until she feels anything but the pain, until her head registers more details again.
She is sobbing freely past her gag, tears streaming down her cheeks and dropping onto her chest. She's cold despite the hot and stuffy air, all the heated bodies surrounding her. Her body gets shaken thoroughly by Geir rocking into her over and over. He holds her legs himself now, lifting her to push in deeper until he shouts an angry "Fuck!" and his sticky cum fills her in that foreign place.
Astrid slumps down in his hold, crying silently now that it's over. This man has taken her last virginity. Something she wanted to give to Hiccup on a special occasion. But now it is done, and who knew whether he would still want to marry her now anyway. Whether they would live long enough for that. If only she would have fought harder...
She whimpers as the hard meat in her ass begins to move again, pushing in with the same eagerness as before. Don't men usually need a break? Apparently, Geir doesn't. He just keeps pounding into her, not paying any mind to her sobs or her cries, her pain.
By the time he shouts out his third release, the pain in her body has changed. It is more distinct now, there are separate pains coexisting in her body. There's her ass, ripped open and surely bleeding just like her insides from Geir's hard thrusts. It's a horrible pain, one that doesn't lessen over time and only becomes worse with every passing minute. But on top of that, there are also other pains.
The pain in her back from being pounded against the metal bars over and over again.
The pain on her wrists from the tight cloth tied around them.
The pain in her neck from the cloth there nearly crushing her throat.
The pain in her soul from the shame of being too weak.
She can feel every pain separately, and it makes everything worse. Astrid has no sense of time anymore as Geir fucks her ass over and over. His cum inside her is sickly-warm, sticky, and bubbly, and it becomes more and more. Every few minutes he cums deeply buried inside her without ever needing a break. Sometimes he's talking, telling her what a dirty whore she is, how good she feels around his cock. He shouts orders at his men when they complain about wanting their turn, too. But mostly he's quiet except for the disgusting grunts and groans of pleasure as he fucks her.
She feels sick. Her belly bloats with Geir's cum, his sweat drips down on her, his stinking breath hits her skin, and it all makes her sick. She wants to pass out, to not feel anything anymore. But the drug he gave her - the dragon cum - keeps her awake. Her mind is dazed and everything feels surreal, but she stays awake, not missing anything.
"Oh, fucking Thor, YES!" Geir shouts after what feels like an entire lifetime to Astrid. Once more he cums buried deep in her ass, but this time he pulls out soon afterward and drops her legs as he stumbles backward.
Her legs are too weak to hold her weight, however, her mind to spaced out to care. The cloth around her neck strangles her as she hangs limply, but she doesn't mind. All she wants is for this nightmare to be over. Even death couldn't be worse.
Then there is a new pain as she hits the cold stone floor with a thump! Someone must have cut her loose, but she can't react. She lays still, unseeingly gazing at the face of one of the men she killed earlier, still lying there on the floor. Something warm hits her back, her thighs, her shoulders. Sticky warm liquid lands in her hair, runs down her body. It takes her a while until she understands what it is. Geir's men jerking off and cumming all over her. Her eyes are burning as she stares at the corpse, no tears left in her eyes, as she wishes she could swap places with the dead man.
Astrid doesn't know for how long she lies on the cold stone floor. At some point, the warm liquid stops splashing onto her body. The disgusting grunts around her stop. When she next opens her eyes, the corpse is suddenly gone, as are those of the other men she killed. She is alone in the dark prison, no man left and no light to see.
At some point, a part of her strength returns. She pushes herself onto her knees and scrambles over to the back of her cell, huddling against the stone wall. She should have stayed near that wall. That wall was safe. If only she would have stayed close to that wall.
Hysterically sobbing, she grabs handfuls of the dirty straw beneath her and frantically scrubs off the cum that has dried on her skin by now. She can't see anything, but keeps scrubbing until she's raw everywhere. The countless cuts in her skin burn like Hel.
Eventually, the weird tingling, the burning between her legs and in her mind dwindles, and she drifts off into beatific unconsciousness.
"Hey, wake up!"
The voice isn't loud, no booming command. It is more of a low, menacing snarl, but Astrid is wide awake in an instant. She stares at the man standing outside her cell, arms crossed in front of him and with a lecherous sneer on his face. Geir is back.
Gasping, she fights herself up onto her shaking legs, not caring about the pain in her entire body. This time, she will kill Geir if he's foolish enough to come near her. She will kill him for sure.
"Don't come any closer, or I will kill you!" she snarls, hating the trembling in her voice.
But for some endless minutes, the man just stands there and watches her. His eyes roam over her body, over the few shreds of her former clothes that still hang in rags around her body, not covering her in the slightest. Astrid hates to be exposed like this, especially to this man, but she won't let that show. She can't.. mustn't show any weakness!
Time passes and her legs become weak. It is then when Geir laughs to himself - and opens the door to her cell. With an angry scream, Astrid flings herself toward him, intent on scratching his eyes out, on breaking his neck and kicking him in the groins until he's rolling on the floor in agony. Her head is still hazy, but she doesn't realise that until Geir sidesteps her easily and rams his fist into her stomach.
All air leaves her body at once, and with suddenly wide eyes, she turns limb in Geir's arm.
"That was almost too easy," he laughs.
Astrid can't react, pain paralysing her, as he rips off the shreds of her clothes and puts some strange leather straps onto her body instead. One is around her neck, uncomfortably tight, others are around her thighs, her upper arms, and her torso, around her wrists and ankles. Two are around her chest, squishing her breasts out painfully. There are other straps, too, connecting those around her limbs and with odd buckles and rings in them. She doesn't like what this weird harness implies, but when she has enough strength to move again, Geir is already done.
Her hands are bound behind her back, pushing out her breasts in an uncomfortable way, and the collar around her neck feels like it is getting tighter with every breath she takes.
Geir steps back and watches her, nodding to himself. "Yes, that will do. Now come, whore, you have work to do before your friend wakes up and things become really interesting."
Astrid doesn't understand, only registers that at least one of her friends still has to be alive. She hopes with all her heart that it is Hiccup, and directly hates herself for that thought. She doesn't want any of her friends dead. Not even Snotlout.
Geir motions her to follow him. But although he's leading her out of her cell, she doesn't want to go. Not when he tells her to do so, not when she doesn't know where they will go. But he just snorts and before she knows how has her slung over his shoulder.
"Let go of me, you scumbag, or you will regret it!" she snarls against his back once her head stops spinning.
But Geir just laughs. "Oh, I don't think I will regret any of this," he muses as he carries her out of her cell. Astrid doesn't see much with her face pressed against his back, just that it gets lighter and colder as they step outside. A minute later they are back inside somewhere again.
The room is warm, the air stuffed and almost sticky even, and when Geir sets her to the ground she sees why. It is filled with Geir's men, all eyeing her lecherously. Fear overcomes her, an emotion she's becoming uncomfortably familiar with.