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Bound Berkians	By : Everyone-Has-Internet Category: +G through L > How to Train Your Dragon Views: 15741 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Time passes slowly as they wait to put their escape plan in motion. In the meantime Astrid has scooped the cum out from between here ass cheeks and smeared it on the wall. It’s the best she can do to clean herself given the situation. Her cheeks stick to each other every so often. However, in the split second Hiccup turns his eyes off her she gives in to her curiosity. Astrid quickly pops her finger into her mouth and suckles it clean.

“Hm? Salty?” She whispers.

The sound of footsteps can be heard on the roof. Hiccup returns to Astrid’s side. He hands her the hook and kneels in front of her with his hands open. She puts one foot in them.

“Ready?” He whispers. She nods.

“Okay, me wee mice. It’s time for supper.” A man speaks from outside. The roof door opens. “Put the water sack in the bucket so I…”

Before the man can finish speaking, Astrid, with Hiccups help, is leaping upward from the shadows. She swings with all her might and catches the man by his vest with the hook. As she falls back down she hold on tight and the man comes falling with her, along with the bucket and rope. Once they hit the floor Hiccup pins the man down.

“NOW!” He yells to Astrid. And she knocks the man out cold with blunt side of the hook.

They both freeze for a moment; their eyes fixed on the open roof. No one comes, no one heard the commotion. They climb up the rope to freedom. But not before taking the man’s pants, shirt, and long dagger. From their box prison they emerge below the deck of a ship unlike any they’ve ever seen. It’s filled with barrels, crates, and hanging ropes. The floor seemingly made of trap doors much like the one they came from.

“Looks like we’re not the first prisoners they’ve had here.” Hiccup says as he ties the belt of his new oversized pants.

“Well, we can be the last. I say we burn the whole DAMN thing down.” Astrid exclaims while she slips into the shirt. It hangs barely low enough to cover her pussy. She holds the dagger in her teeth as she buttons it up.

“Agreed, but let’s find a way off first.” Hiccup reaches into a sack and pulls out two apples. He tosses one to Astrid. They both eat so fast the juices spill over their faces and run down their necks and chest.

Sticky, but fed, they make their way up a ladder to the calling moonlight outside. It’s a starry night and the open sea air is a welcome change to their box cell. They quickly make their way to one of the life boats. Hiccup drops the sack of apples into it and starts untying its ropes. Astrid whispers “Wait” as she gently rocks one of the barrels on the deck. It’s filled with fresh water so she rolls it to the boat as well. In goes the hock and dagger, but the oars are missing. Without speaking they both make a dash for the other side of the ship to check the boats there.
They see the oars tied to the railing, but as they reach for them a massive figure steps from shadows, grabs them both, and spins them around into the arms of two men.

“NO!” Astrid yells just before a rope loops around her neck.

“Let her go!” Cries Hiccup. He stomps his led foot and breaks the toes of his jailer. Only to have the first man back-hand him so hard his vision fades to black. He hears a woman’s voice.

“Careful now. We need them to look good for the market.” She orders with disproval.

Hiccup awakes. His hands are bound behind his back. There is a rope around his neck that is tied to a steel loop in the wooden floor. The rope is short, and he is on his knees, and at his side is Astrid. Both are naked once again.

“I must say I’m surprised. You two show great spirit… But I’m sure we can fix that.” It’s the same voice from before. It curls through the air with devilish glee.

It’s the ship’s captain, and they are now in her courters. She is a beautiful raven hired buccaneer with a white silk shirt rapped tight with a red leather corset. Her hourglass shape is topped with a pair of large breast the peek out from her open top buttons. She introduces herself.

“I am Captain Moana. But where are my manners? I don’t know your names. How am I to put you on the mark when we make port is I don’t know what to call you. Tell me young man, who are you?” She bends close to Hiccup and gently rubs his cheek. He turns away. “Oh. Be nice... I can be nice.” Moana slides her hand down his chest, down his belly and grips his balls. Hiccup grunts.”

“DON’T TOUCH HIM!” Astrid yells, enraged.

“Oh. What do we have here? It would seem we have a pair of lovers. This should be fun.” She turns to the one guard in the room with them. “String him up!”

In a second Hiccup is on his tippy toes. The rope around his neck is now looped around a crossbeam with the guard holding its end. Moana nods, the guard pulls it slowly.

“nngk. I’m not telling you anything” Hiccup sneers. His teeth clench tight.

“Oh sweetie. It’s not you that I wish to talk to.” Moana smiles at Astrid. “Now my dear, why don’t you tell me his name so I may sell his cute body to a kind buyer.”

“Wha..no. I won’t…” Astrid stammers. Moana nods again to the guard and the rope rises higher. “STOP! I can’t!”

Moana nods. Hiccup is barely on his toes. His face is turning red and he spits from between his teeth. “Don’t…Astrid”

“Please stop!” Astrid cries again. Her eyes are watery. “My..my name is Astrid. OKAY? Now LET HIM GO!”

“No no my dear. I want HIS name. Tell me his name so I may SELL it.” Moana chuckles. She pushes Hiccup just enough to make him twist in the air. Hiccup’s eye start to glass over.

“I won’t… I can’t let you…”

Moana nods again.

“Oh GODS! No no no. Hiccup! Hiccup I’m sorry.” Astrid breaks down sobbing. “Let him down, you bitch. HICCUP!”

“Cute name for a cute piece of meat.” Moana waves her hand and his booby hits the floor.

Astrid desperately tries to crawl to him, but her rope won’t let her. She violently fights against it; pulling over and over, bruising her neck. She calls to him. He coughs and gasps for air. All she can do is plead for his forgiveness. “I’m sorry Hiccup. I’m sorry…”

“So. Hiccup and Astrid.” Moana walks to her table and marks their names on some papers. She then reaches for a poker from a small stove in the room. “Let’s move on. We’ll start with the golden haired spitfire.” She gestures to the guard. The man pulls Astrid by her leash and pins her over a chest. With her naked ass propped in the air and her face pushed flat on the wood, she can’t help but imagine the worse. “That’s perfect. I want to see her face when we do this.”

“What? What are you doing?” Terrified, Astrid tries to wiggle away. Meanwhile, Hiccup is still fading in and out of consciousness on the floor.
Moana waves the poker in front of Astrid. It’s a steel tipped brand shaped like a dragon’s skull. It glows red and Astrid can feel the heat blow over her face. The guard grips her arm, forcing her shoulder out.

“You see my dear?” Moana licks her lips with pleaser. “This is my favorite part.” She drives the brand into Astrid’s shoulder and her skin sizzles as she holds it there.

“GRAAAAA!! AHH. I’ll kill you. I’ll… nnahhh….” Astrid kicks and shakes with all her might, but Moana keeps the brand on her; longer than she needs to, but enough to make her happy. Smoke runs over Astrid’s skin. The muscles in her arm pull and contort.

Suddenly Hiccup bursts into Astrid’s sight as he tackles Moana and pushes her across the room, onto her work table. His hands are free and the two struggles over the still burning brand. The guard calls to his captain is shock. He goes to aid her but Astrid trips him. With great speed she then drops her knee into his face, breaking his nose. She then returns to her feet and violently starts stomping the man. Meanwhile Hiccup finds himself with his back to Moana’s table, as he fights to keep her from stabbing him with the brand. Their arms are locked, pushing against each other.

“Boy!” Moana scowls. “You. Are. Mine.” She plunges the flaming steel into his chest. He lets out a gurgled scream. “HA HA HA…”

A loud thud is heard; the sound of metal on flesh. Moana’s eyes roll back and her grip loosens. She falls limp to the floor and behind her stands Astrid with a large silver candlestick in her hand. There is only the sound of their heavy breathing. They embrace each other. It hurts to do so. It hurts them to even stand.

But not only do they stand, they run. They run back to the oars, back to their escape boat, still stocked with supplies. Hiccup uses the dagger to cut Astrid's arms free. The small boat splashes into the water. And as they desperately row out to the open sea they can spot a small plume of smoke rising from the large ship. The brand must have landed on Captain Moana’s papers.

It’s night. They keep rowing.
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