Okay, this took like.. forever. I'm sorry. But RL, you know?
I want to thank you all for the wonderful comments, they really made me happy! :D
Except for that one who thinks he knows anything about me, of course. You can totally have your own opinion on this story (and others like this), even if it's a little sad how a) you rant about something you obviously haven't read, because honestly, at what point do you think getting raped is something the victim honestly enjoys in this story? and b) many people apparently can't distinguish between fiction and reality. But personally insulting anyone without knowing even the tiniest bit about their life? You better think twice the next time you write a comment. But hey, I guess you won't read this anyway, so I'm just blabbering into the void...
Astrid Hofferson has always been fearless.
She is surrounded by men who clearly intend to rape her, and she's naked and bound, unable to defend herself.
But despite what happened to her before, she is fearless, so she tries anyway.
It doesn't take long until the first man approaches her, his greedy eyes on her breasts and nothing else. Astrid turns and kicks him, aiming for his throat. But her head starts spinning, and she only hits his chest. The man barely even grunts, but the move has cost her her balance. She falls to the ground, painfully hitting her shoulder and knees as she tries not to fall on her face with her hand still bound at her back. Around her, the men laugh, and above everything else, tears of humiliation burn in her eyes. She could do better. If only she could use her arms then she could do better, could beat them all, kill them.
But her arms are bound. And there is nothing she can do.
"Hey, what's going on there?"
The voice comes from the back of the room, but Astrid can't see from where. All she sees is the man leaning over her, grinning derisively as he forcefully turns her on her back. Her wrists get squished beneath her, but she fights to ignore the pain. Instead, Astrid tries to kick him once more, but he catches her leg easily. "Are you sure about the prep," he asks, looking at her, but clearly not speaking to her.
"No lasting damage, that's the order," Geir replies soberly, clearly not happy himself. "And no knocking her up, obviously. The rest is up to us."
"Well, too bad," the man above her smirks, dirty teeth showing as he sneers at her. With strong hands, he pries her legs open, sitting on one and leaning on the other to keep them that way. She puts all her strength into fighting him, but to no avail.
Then he spits into his hand, and Astrid cries out as he pushes two thick fingers into her ass without ceremony. The pain is immense, the sense of intrusion overwhelming. It's even worse than it had been yesterday as her mind isn't clouded by some aphrodisiac drug today. She almost wishes it were otherwise.
"Hey, what are you doing? Stop it!" The voice nearly gets drowned out by the men's laughter around her.
The man works her hard, occasionally laughing about her pained noises and taunting her as more tears well up in her eyes. Soon, he adds more fingers until his entire fist and half his arm is inside her. It feels horrible, wrong. It hurts. And yet, she can't fight.
At some point, she becomes lax and pliant, giving up on wasting energy to fight this man. Instead, she tries to relax, to endure the pain and the humiliation, and bides her time. Surely, at some point, she would get the chance to strike back.
But she doesn't. Shortly after she gave up struggling, the man stops too and nods at his captain. More men approach and pull her off the ground. There's groping and touching of too many hands to count, disgusting grunts and laughter as they lift her up and shove her around. Astrid deeply wants to fight them, but she can't even make out where exactly the men around her are. Every time she tries to kick or to ram her shoulder into one of her opponents, she only stumbles, loses her balance, and lands in one man's arms or on the ground. It makes the men laugh even more.
"Stop that, you bastards!"
She doesn't stop fighting, but in the end, she doesn't stand a chance. Her head is still spinning, her body weak from lack of food and water, and from what Geir had done to her yesterday. She doesn't stop struggling, but before long the men have her hanging amidst a wooden frame, ropes attached to the various loops of her harness. And when every movement only causes her to swing and rock amidst the net of ropes... she finally gives up.
"Very good." Geir's gleeful voice comes from behind her. She can't look at him, can't twist her head toward him, and with her collar pulled back tightly, she can't look down her body either. "That's where I wanted her." The rustling of cloth is audible, then he steps behind her.
Astrid cries out as Geir pushes into her ass. He's not gentle; just like the day before, he thrusts into her without mercy and keeps pounding, hard. What makes it worse is that this time, she isn't bound in one place but rocks back and forth with every thrust, bouncing on his thick cock until he cums a few minutes later, grunting disgustingly. She can feel the hot cum inside her and it makes her nauseous.
"We said stop it!" The voice sounds familiar. Different from before though.
Geir pulls out with a low chuckle and walks around Astrid until she can see him. She wants to spew insults at him if she can't do anything else, but he just looks at her with a smirk. A smirk that even widens as another cock gets ramped up her ass.
All air leaves her lungs, eyes widening, as something incredibly bigger than Geir's cock fills her. The man behind her grabs her hips, his fingers surely leaving bruises, and then fucks her hard and fast. It doesn't take long until he cums, not making a single sound, but his bruising grip becomes even tighter as he pulls her ass flush against him, pumping his load into her before he retreats and leaves her dangling without a single word.
"That was Magnus," Geir tells her almost lazily. "He doesn't talk much, but, Odin, he's endowed like a horse."
"Yeah, and practically ruins every whore we get for everyone's coming after him," another voice grumbles. Astrid barely notices him pushing into her.
"That's what the ropes are for," Geir replies, bored. "Just pull at this, and..."
Astrid gasps as the collar around her neck tightens. Her whole body tenses up, fighting against the threatening lack of air.
"Oh, that's better," the man behind her snickers. He, too, fucks her until he cums deeply buried inside her, and although it probably doesn't take long, with the threat of suffocating, it seems to take forever.
Once he lets go of her and the collar loosens again, Astrid greedily sucks in air, eyes wide in horror about what's happening to her.
And she can't do anything.
"I'll kill you all!" another voice yells, and Astrid agrees. She wants to kill them all, slowly and painfully. There's another man behind her now. And after him another. And another... She quickly loses count on how many men raped her, only feels the constant pain in her entire body, not used to anything even remotely like this, and the frequent lack of air only adds to it.
"Hey, what takes you so long?" one man grumbles impatiently. "We're all waiting here, you know?"
"Hey, it's my turn, I'll take as long as I want," the man currently inside her grunts. "Take her other hole if you're that impatient."
There's some muttering, and Geir says, "Actually, that's not a bad idea. We may still have some hours left, but I fear she'll need a break at some point, considering what the Lady has planned for her." He beckons toward the man who'd spoken up. "Go ahead, we'll have twice as much fun that way."
The man blinks, then sneers at her and undoes his trousers.
"Fuck, stop it!" The words only penetrate her mind superficially, bleary eyes staring at the exposed cock right in front of her face.
"Oh, for fuck's sake... Can't a man have a nice fuck without everyone arguing? Or are you just jealous that you won't get your turn? You should have joined our ranks when you got the chance. Now, be quiet, I'm enjoying myself here."
Geir snorts at the other man's comment but then cocks his head. "Wait a second. I just realized our lovely guest isn't even aware of her whole situation. Turn her around so that she properly faces her audience."
The man behind her grumbles further, but does as he's told. He pulls out and together with the one in front of her, they lift the wooden frame and turns it until Astrid faces the other side of the room. The sight has changed.
Before, the room has been packed with Geir's men, all eagerly waiting their turn with her. Now, only a dozen or so are still standing there, the others lounging to the side, probably waiting for their next turn more patiently. But that's not what makes her heart drop, what shocks her when she'd thought she'd be beyond being shocked anymore.
Behind the waiting man is not a solid stone wall, terminating the room, but one of metal bars. They are in another cell, separated from another cell by a narrow gangway - and that other cell isn't empty. With wide eyes Astrid stares at the prisoners in the other cell, their faces red with rage and hatred, all pressed against the bars, trying - in vain - to somehow reach her.
At least I now know that they are alive, Astrid thinks numbly as her friends - Snotlout, Tuffnut, Fishlegs, Dagur, and that trapper, Eret - witness how the same man as before thrusts into her again and fucks her until his cum fills her even more.
Duh duh duu...
Having a little audience make it so much better, don't you think?