AN: Yep, this took a while again. But to make it up: It's much longer and finally contains what many of you've been waiting for. I hope you like it! :)

Edit: And yes, hundreds. I'm not even counting the 'views' as those count every chapter individually, but only the visitors. I can see that several hundreds of people have read this new chapter now. I mean, I get that not everyone likes to comment... but seriously... would it be to much to ask for 1% of the readers to comment? -.-

Chapter 31

Astrid is still staring at the ceiling of her cell as the horrors of the last two days play through her mind once more. She feels so dirty and broken, so weak for letting it all happen. Had she really enjoyed getting raped in the end? Toothless hasn't been any gentler than Geir or his men. Sure, he hasn't meant to hurt her, has only done what his instincts told him, but still. Are her mind and body so damaged that she took pleasure from it?

And now…

Her hand flutters to her belly. And now, she's most likely getting pregnant with Hiccup's child. How has this dream for their future twisted into this nightmare? Her body shakes quietly as silent tears run down her face.

She doesn't know how long she lays there on the hard bench. Her skin is getting colder by the minute but she doesn't care a jot. What does it matter anymore if she freezes? It might be the preferable end, compared to what lies ahead of her. Of them.

Does this madwoman really want to create an army of Hiccup's offsprings? How would she pull that off? Even if she doesn't mind waiting for any children to be old enough, Hiccup would never agree to anything like that.

But either way, Astrid would rather die than let their child be used by this woman. If she couldn't find another way out then there might be this last option, at least...

Her thoughts get interrupted by noises and she looks up, tired. The door to her cell opens, and people come in. More of Geir's men to rape her? But no. These are women, two blondes and two with black hair.

"Now, stop being difficult, you hear me?" one of the black-haired women snarls. At first, Astrid wonders what she's done to earn such hard words but then she realizes that the words weren't aimed at her.

"I won't stop being difficult until you're dead!" the other one growls back. Astrid blinks at the weirdly familiar voice. Could that be...?

The door to her cell closes again and Astrid stirs, fights to sit up. Two of the women stayed with her or rather were left here if the angry tirade of one of them is any indication. Astrid knows the voice, and slowly her vision focuses on the shapes around her, on the women's naked bodies, their hair, their faces.

"Ruff? Heather?" she asks, confused. Could this be?

Ruff looks at her as if she only now notices her lying there. "Astrid? Is that- Oh Gods!" Astrid can't be sure in the dim light, but it almost looks as if Ruff pales. It makes her doubt any of this could be real. Ruff would never be shocked by anything.

And usually, Heather wouldn't look at her with such hatred, for that matter.

Shaking her head in an attempt to clear it, Astrid asks. "What happened?" Surely something happened to them? They wouldn't be here, naked and caged if it were otherwise. Have they endured the same hell as she?

"What happened?" Heather scoffs. "WHAT HAPPENED? He raped us! I haven't thought it possible but it was him. Gods, I wish I'd killed him in his sleep when I had the chance! But what about you? Did he get to you too?"

Astrid drops her head in a weak nod. Something about Heather's words doesn't make any sense, but her mind is too muddled to care. "He did," she murmurs. "He and the rest of them..."

"Oh, yes, the others are just as bad." Heather is pacing up and down the narrow space in their tiny cell, livid rage contorting her face. "I swear, I never thought Hiccup would do such a thing. When I see him again I'll first cut off his dick and then gut him, slowly."

Astrid frowns. That doesn't make sense. But then, there's only one part of what Heather said that's important to her. "Hiccup?" she asks, fighting to get some clarity back into her head. "You've seen Hiccup? How is he? Is he hurt? What have they done to him?" It's the last bit of hope she has. She doesn't know what happened to him during her public rape by Toothless, but he didn't seem to be himself anymore. But at least he was freer than her. If he could escape and free them too...

"Are you kidding me?" Heather glares down at Astrid still sitting on the bed's edge. "You worry whether he's okay? After what he did? You've got to be kidding me!"

Astrid glances at Ruff, bewildered, but the female twin is oddly quiet, sitting on the cold stone floor instead of next to Astrid on the bed, her arms tightly wrapped around her knees. "I don't understand," she mutters and glances back at Heather. "What are you talking about?"

"What I am talking about? I talking about how your precious fiancé raped us!"

There is a moment of stunned silence as Heather's words sink into Astrid's mind. That can't be true. She glances from Heather to Ruff who pulls her arm tighter around her legs and looks away. This can't be true! She shakes her head, slowly at first then faster. "No. No, I can't believe that. Hiccup... he would never! He's not..."

"He's not what? A man?" Heather scoffs. She too shakes her head. "To be fair, I didn't want to believe it either. I thought what I heard couldn't be true, couldn't be him. But then I saw him, and..." Her hands ball into fists at her side. "I swear, if I get my fingers on him, I'll kill him!"

Now it is on Astrid to pale. Heather wants to kill Hiccup? No... No, she can't let that happen. Their chance to escape and survive is slim at best anyway, they wouldn't need additional problems. But Heather has always been... weird. Astrid won't believe anything just because she says so. She turns to her other friend. "Ruff? Is that true?" It can't be true...

But at first, Ruff doesn't answer. She looks away, lips pressed into a thin line and her fingers visibly digging into her skin. Then she slowly shakes her head and for a short moment, Astrid feels relief. "I wouldn't say that I'd kill him," Ruff eventually murmurs. "And I don't hate him either. I-" She breaks off and when she looks at Astrid again there's an undeniably pained look in her eyes. "But I get why you wouldn't let him go anymore. Loki, that was... so good."

Her last words are only a whisper but Astrid hears them perfectly. But she can't believe it. She doesn't want to believe it. Hiccup would never cheat on her, much less rape anyone, not their friends and not anyone else. He wouldn't! "No," she gasps out, the idea alone enough to cause a new kind of pain in addition. "No, Hiccup wouldn't do that! I don't believe you."

"I don't care if you believe me," Heather bristles with anger. "I know what happened. Your boyfriend raped me. I was howling and sobbing in pain and he enjoyed it."

"He did indeed," suddenly comes another voice from outside the cell and Astrid flinches at the sound. A moment later Draga steps into view, one hand lazily running over the metal bars. "Or that's what I heard at least. What I hope. There are many other women left after all. And I'm sure things will be easier once he doesn't fight it anymore. Don't you agree?"

All eyes turn on Draga, Heather whirling around to look at her, but unlike Astrid, the other two don't know who Draga is. What she plans...

"What have you done to him?" Astrid asks weakly. Whatever happened, Hiccup would never rape anyone or cheat on her of his own free will. She was absolutely certain of that.

Draga smirks. "I just gave him something to... sustain his stamina, if you want. By the end of this night, I'll have the first few of my followers pregnant, and he will be broken enough to not fight me anymore. He will fuck whoever I tell him without a fight, thanks to you, my dear, and I will soon be able to start my war. If you're lucky you might even survive long enough to see it."

Astrid whimpers, unable to find words to answer but Heather doesn't have such problems. "You're sick!" she spats. "Don't think we're going to just play along. Come here and let me show you just how-"

"I think that qualifies you to go before the other one," Draga interrupts her in a bored voice. "Captain? If you would?"

"Of course, My Lady." Geir steps into view, making Astrid flinch but he only lets his eyes glide over her for a short moment, greed and lust clear on his face, before he looks at Heather. In a way, it is a relief to see how easily Geir is able to overwhelm Heather as he enters their cell. Heather always was a good and skilled fighter, but she too doesn't stand a chance against Geir as he grabs her. His rough hands are sure to leave marks on her arm and throat. It is horrible to watch but it still makes Astrid feel better. Maybe she wasn't simply too weak after all.

Heather keeps fighting and yelling as she's escorted away. "What are they going to do with her?" Ruff eventually asks when they are alone, but Astrid doesn't know what to answer.

"I don't know. But I don't think they will kill her. They need her body..."

Ruff nods. She's silent for a while then clears her throat, drawing Astrid's attention. "I'm sorry, Astrid. For... for having sex with Hiccup and for... enjoying it." She gulps, giving Astrid time to respond, but she doesn't want to. What could she ever say to that? After another minute, Ruff continues. "And it wasn't... I don't think he really did that on his own free will. I was bound, couldn't speak or do anything, and I don't think he even knew it was me. He looked so shocked when he saw us later... That woman, she said she gave him something to 'sustain his stamina'? I think she drugged him. He was so horny that he barely could walk or see straight anymore, whimpering and moaning all the time and his cock rock-hard even though he'd just fucked us. And I don't know what happened with Heather, but... well, I'd say even in his drugged state he at least tried to be gentle about it. I know I often made fun of being sorry for you to end up with such a fishbone, but... damn, he was good!"

A strange sound escapes Astrid's throat, something between a sob and hysterical laughter. Is that supposed to make her feel better? Hearing how much her friend has enjoyed having sex with the man she loves? But then... It does make her feel better... in a way. It means he isn't a sex monster and isn't cheating on her either. Not really...

They are both silent until the door opens again and Heather gets shoved back in. She is different now, sobbing quietly, shaking, and directly crawls into a corner of the cell to roll into a ball. It's such a strange change in behavior that Astrid is almost worried for her. Almost...

"Hey, what-!?"

Astrid's head whips around at Ruff's outcry, but she isn't really surprised to see that Geir pulled her up from where she sat before and now shoves her out of the cell in front of him. When they're gone, Astrid crawls over to where Heather still lies in a small heap of misery.

"Heather?" she asks carefully. Maybe they aren't the friends they used to be anymore, but that doesn't mean Astrid isn't worried for her. "Heather, what did they do to you?" The answer is obvious, Heather has been raped again. What else would these people do to them and the fresh cum covering her legs speaks volumes. But she's been raped before and hadn't reacted like this. So what had changed?

Heather's answer makes her gut tighten though. It is only one word, a name, uttered as nothing but a weak whisper while Heather wraps her arms around herself tightly and her whole body shakes.

"Toothless..."

It shouldn't have surprised Astrid. They've made Toothless rape her to ensure she gets pregnant so it is only logical that they would do the same to every woman. The way that seems to have broken Heather is strange though. Astrid hates herself a little, but it somehow gives her a good feeling. She's been through the same, through worse even, and isn't nearly as broken as Heather. Does that mean she is stronger?

Probably not as Ruff's reaction is completely different. When Geir leads her back toward them, her expression is one of bliss. She, too, slumps down in one of the cell's corners but in opposition to Heather, she doesn't look broken at all.

"That was... that was just... Oh, Loki, or whoever listened to my prayers, thank you."

Astrid looks at her in surprise. "Are... you okay?" she asks. Have they drugged Ruff too?

"Yeah, I'm good," she sighs, grinning. "Freya, I always dreamed of getting fucked by a dragon, ever since the day scrawny little Hiccup showed us that they aren't mindless beasts. And it was so much better than I've imagined. The size and the feral pace..." Her hand rubs over her lower belly and her eyes close as if she's savoring the moment.

Astrid stares at her friend, but if she's honest with herself she isn't really surprised by this confession. Ruff has always liked it... rough.

"I'm glad to see someone is sharing my opinion," suddenly sounds Draga's voice toward them. She has something like an honest smile on her face as she looks at a still stupidly grinning Ruff, but her expression turns unreadable when her eyes wander to Astrid instead. For a few minutes, they both just stare at each other. Astrid doesn't really know what to feel anymore. She hates this woman, but at the same time, she feels... nothing. She wants to fight, to kill this woman and all her supporters, to flee and return to the life they had before. But is that even possible?

"I just received news," Draga eventually says, her eyes drilling into Astrid's. "About your... what was it? Your fiancé?" She laughs, short and harsh.

She gives a nod and steps back, and before Astrid even knows what happens, Geir has her by the arms, his hands painfully strong as he pulls her out of the cell without the slightest hint of mercy. He holds her tight, arms held in one of his hand at her back, his other hand on her throat as he presses her back against his chest so she has no choice but to face Draga.

"Your fiancé," she starts in a conversational tone. "What kind of man is he? Or rather, what kind of man was he? I've heard the cutest things by now. How noble he is, how he would always do what's right, how he would never choose violence if there was any other way to solve a problem. How he would always pardon his opponents..." She laughs, one hand delicately covering her mouth, and Astrid fights against Geir's hold. She wants to kick her, to scratch her eyes out, wants to hurt her. What has she done to Hiccup? "It's funny, isn't it? How lust and desire can change even the best of men."

"What have you done to him?" she asks, her voice desperate, pleading. She wants to fight, but she can't. Geir is stronger than her, she already knows that. And the sensation of his hard cock poking against her back only makes her feel even weaker.

"What I have done to him? Oh no, you misunderstand my dear. I didn't do anything. He had a choice. And do you know what he chose instead of fleeing?" She steps closer, close enough so that her lips almost brush against her ear as she whispers. "He chose to fuck one of my subordinates until she died."

Now you know what happened to Heather and Ruff. Was that what you'd hoped for? Personally, I had a lot of fun seeing them both in their own state of brokenness.

I can't make any promises for when the next chapter will be up. I haven't even started it yet. But I think it will be Hiccup's POV again. We'll see. Until then: I'd be, as always, incredibly grateful for comments! :)