*Warning: Hardcore (or at least I think it is?) torture smut
The meat hook was lowered with a lever, putting Sans on his knees in front of Horror's crotch. The magic-block was removed with a threat of "If you attack me I will beat you within an inch of your life and then kill everyone you love." He shivered as the other shucked his shorts, his raging red-orange cock being revealed close enough to Sans' face that he could make out every bump and ridge. Sans shuddered, oh dear stars it was huge.
The other's cock had a large head with a ring pierced through it, and a thick shaft that was pierced with a large barbell about every 3 inches. There was a total of 4 barbells from the top to bottom, meaning Sans had about 12 inches of large, impossibly thick ectoplasmic-man-meat right in his face. There was no way in hell he could take it inside him, even if he was prepared for hours.
Horror must've seen the fear in his eyes, because he only cackles joyfully.
"Oh no, my little bitch; that's not going in you quite yet. I'm still reluctant to touch you, given how filthy and disobedient you are." Horror smirks, leaning over and pinning Sans' still-tied wrists against the meat hook as he rubbed his cock right against Sans' unopened mouth.
"So tell me; what should I shove into you?"
Sans shivers, mouth not opening as he closed his eyes and flinched away. He hears Horror growl, and Sans holds back a yelp when a foot presses harshly against his pelvic girdle.
"I said, tell me what to shove into you!" Horror demands, and Sans quickly obeys; his mind going to the first thing that came to mind.
"A t-toy Master!" Sans blurts, the cock popping into his mouth instantly. Horror chuckles, thrusting all the way to the back of Sans' throat. Sans gags, his tongue pinned underneath the thick length and being rubbed at painfully by one of the barbells. The size of the organ being shoved into his mouth was enough to make his jaw creak and pain to blossom in his joints as they were opened wider and wider.
"Oh yes, that's a great idea bitch! I have several toys in mind we could use, so tell me; should I use the largest, or the smallest?" Horror thrusts deep into Sans' mouth, the ring prodding at the back of his throat. Sans couldn't answer; he felt so light-headed and distant from his body that he almost forgot to breathe through his nose. Horror chuckles, continuing his thrusting and abuse of Sans' mouth.
"Oh right, you can't reply right now; can you? My bad, how about you use the rest of your body to answer?" Horror's foot presses harder against Sans' pelvis, causing him to cry out around the cock in his mouth.
"Grind against my foot for largest, pull away for smallest." Horror smirks, and if Sans was able to think straight, he would've glared at the other; it was impossible for him to pull away. And refusing to answer would only make his punishment harsher. He only had one choice.
He sucked in a breath, grinding himself against the foot. The slipper dug into his pelvis almost pleasurably, enough that his magic formed around the opening in his pelvic girdle into a bright blue vagina. The blue glow shined weakly through his shorts, and Horror shook his head.
"I didn't feel anything, bitch; better answer before I decide to do something drastic." Horror demands, punctuating every other word with a deep, hard thrust into his mouth. Sans' mouth ached from the abuse, his hips shaking as he grinded against the foot again; harder. With his vagina formed, the toe of the slipper lined up perfectly with his clit; meaning each grind forced his summoned-genitalia glow brighter as his arousal increased.
Dear stars, why was this starting to turn him on?!
"Oh, I think I almost felt an answer there; why don't you try one more time, bitch?" Horror presses his slipper harsher into Sans' crotch, shoving the toe practically inside Sans' crotch. Sans scrunched his eyes shut, bucking his hips into the slipper as hard as he could; mewling around the cock in his mouth at the friction and slight pain.
Horror smirks, easing his erection in and out of Sans' jaw. "Well, I certainly felt that; you're very eager aren't you? How can this be a good punishment if you're eager?"
Sans wanted to cry, he was not eager, he was not enjoying this, and he did not want this.
The slowing pace of the thrusts into his mouth allowed him to move his tongue so that it was not pinned between a barbell and his fangs; instead shifting it so that it was at the back of his mouth. His tongue looped through the ring-piercing in the head, tugging sharply. Horror yelps, smacking Sans' head before pulling out.
"That wasn't very nice; looks like I'll have to punish you for that one too." Horror growls, yanking up Sans' head and slamming a fist into his cheek. Sans felt blood pool into his mouth, but he kept from spitting. He remembered the beating he got from messing up Horror's floor. Not that he could really mess it up that much more.
Horror walks over to his closet, which was adjacent from the hook Sans was hanging off of. Due to his position, Sans could see between Horror's legs into the closet inside; what he saw was terrifying.
Whips, saddles, axes, gags, ropes, coils, wire, and sex toys. So many sex toys. From where Sans was, he could make out several gigantic dildos that rivaled Horror's size but didn't have piercings. Sans could also see several different types of machinery, from motors to vibrators. There were large balls and what looked like a container of black goop, which was most definitely not lube. Sans' legs clenched together in fear; there was no way that was all gonna be used on him, right?
Sans kept quiet, but silently screamed and whimpered inside as he watched Horror grab one of the smaller motors and a glass ball around the size of a grape fruit. Horror slid the glass ball on to the metal pole that was attached to the motor, turning around and smiling evilly at Sans.
"Do you know what this is?" he asks, walking over and kneeling down to look Sans in the eye. Sans shakes his head.
"N-No M-Master… I don't know what it is." Sans answers, and Horror smiles before putting a hand on Sans' legs and spreading them; pulling down his shorts and throwing them across the room.
"You won't be needing those." Horror chuckles, forcing Sans' legs open as he set the motor down between his open legs and lined the ball-and-motor up with Sans' entrance.
"Well, repeat after me; This motor is going to fuck you in your tight little pussy until I decide you've learnt your lesson."
"T-the motor is going to f-fuck me in my tight little pussy until you've decided I've learnt my le-lesson, Master." Sans repeats, a bright blue flush spreading over his cheeks at the words. Horror smiles and nods, hitting a button on the motor and backing away.
"Don't move your legs, and don't scream or moan until I tell you to." Horror demands, and Sans' eyes widen as the glass ball forces its way inside him. He throws his head back, a scream ripping out of his throat as pain arched through his spine. The motor stops, leaving the huge ball only halfway-buried inside him. Sans was tempted to sigh in relief before a sharp slap jerks his head to the side.
"I TOLD YOU TO NOT SCREAM OR MOAN UNTIL I TOLD YOU TO, BITCH!" Horror screams, and Sans trembled as his HP dropped. 0.5.
"I-I's s-sorry M-Master!" Sans cries, receiving another slap.
"NO SPEAKING! NEXT TIME I'LL DUST YOU!" Horror yells, and Sans nods. The motor starts up again, faster and more punishing then before. Sans bit down on his tongue to keep himself from screaming as pain shot through him at a mile a minute. The pole was long enough that once the glass ball was in it didn't come out again; meaning that it was rapidly moving back and forth inside of Sans' pussy relentlessly.
Sans' hips twitched, his legs trembling and shaking in his efforts to not move them and not cry out in pain.
He had no idea how long the torture went on, but soon he almost felt used to it; and next thing he knew it was harder to keep down his moans. He lowered his head to face the ground, the blue flush on his cheeks spreading to the rest of his face as pressure built in his lower regions. He felt a hand lift up his chin, and Sans looked up to see Horror with a shit-eating grin on his face.
"Oh? You're enjoying this now?" Sans recognized the permission to talk, instantly replying.
"Y-Yes-nng- M-Master!" Horror smiles, hitting the button on the motor; causing it to speed up. Sans' eyes widen as his hips twitch violently, desperately trying to keep quiet.
"You may speak now, bitch." Horror says, and Sans instantly lets out a loud moan as the ball rubbed against his walls harshly.
"Aaah! Mmmm-nnng! Pl-Please Master!" Sans pleads, bucking his hips down into the machine; taking the ball deeper. It hurt so badly, but felt so good at the same time. Horror frowns, kicking the motor up faster. The ball pounded into Sans, his legs unable to stay still as he was rocked up and down.
"Wow, you really are a freak; aren't you?" Horror chuckles, turning the motor to its highest setting. Sans let out a guttural scream as pain overtook the pleasure once again, tears leaking down his face as he was pulled up and down by the machine and glass ball bludgeoning his pussy from the inside.
"Well, you certainly don't enjoy that, now do you?!" Horror cackles, ignoring the pained screaming coming from Sans. Sans wished his HP would just drop and dust him; but since the machine had no ill-intent towards him it could not harm his HP. So Sans was forced to suffer through with no reprieve.
"You don't look like you're having a ball." Horror chuckles, leaning forward into Sans' face.
"Beg me to make it stop, beg me to end your suffering." Horror whispers into Sans' ear, and he instantly obeys.
"P-Please M-Master! Please s-stop t-th-the machine!" Sans cries, and Horror shakes his head.
"Why should I stop it?" Horror teases, and Sans sobs from exertion and pain.
"I-It hurts, M-Master! P-Please st-stop the machine!" Sans' legs clench together, trying fruitlessly to fend off the machine still pumping up and down inside of him. Each pound felt like taking an entire fist inside his vagina, and just getting punched over and over.
"Man, I might slow it down if you call me by the right name…" Horror smirks, one hand on a remote and the other pumping his cock.
"P-Please H-Horror! P-Ple-"
"Wrong one! Looks like I'll just add something else on…." Horror hits a button, and Sans cries out as the pole the ball was on started to circle as it pounded into him, grinding the glass ball into Sans' walls brutally. Tears flowed freely down his cheeks, his hips and pelvis being forced to follow the ball's movements.
"Daddy! Oh, g-god—Daddy please! P-Please st-stop the machine D-Daddy!" Sans screams, trying desperately to pull himself off the ball as it pounded inside him roughly. His entire body screamed with each thrust, those cries exiting Sans through his sore jaws.
"Keep begging, bitch." Horror demands, crawling closer to Sans and roughly grabbing his knees; forcing them open and pinning them to the ground, keeping Sans still and from rocking with the ball. The pain tripled as the ball met resistance, and Sans wished he could just dust.
"PL-PLEASE DADDY! PLEASE STOP TH-THE MOTOR!" Sans screams, his head hanging low as he wrists and hands strained against the rope and the hook. The rope started to fray.
"Do you think you've learnt your lesson?" Horror smiles, raising Sans' chin and forcing him to look him in the eye.
"Y-YES DADDY! I'VE LE-LEARNT MY L-L-LESSON!" Sans sobs, fighting to keep his eyes open for he knew that Horror would only worsen his pain if he went against him. The rope started to snap.
"Has your pussy been pounded enough by my toy?" Horror asks, and Sans nods.
"YES! MY P-PUSSY HAS B-BEEN P-POUNDED ENOUGH BY YOUR T-T-TOY!" Sans answers. There was only one layer of rope left….
"WHAT ARE YOU TO ME?!" Horror yells, digging his fingertips into Sans' chin roughly.
"I-I'M YOUR BITCH D-DADDY~!" Sans' hands broke through the last layer of rope, falling instantly to his sides to clutch at the front of Horror's hoodie. "PLEASE STOP THE M-MOTOR!"
Horror smiles, his hands grasping at Sans' before hitting the button. The ball stops while completely buried inside Sans' pussy, and Horror grabs the pole and motor; sliding it out. The ball lodges inside, and Sans drops roughly on the ground. His body pulses around the glass toy buried deep inside of him, throbbing and burning painfully.
Sans collapses backwards, breathing heavily and sobbing in pain on the bloody floor. He could feel ectoplasmic-juices leaking from his entrance; his body's failed attempt to lubricate him during the torture. Sans' insides tremble around the ball still inside him, trying to force it out. It didn't move, instead the clenching seemed to draw it up even further inside his abused body.
"Well, it looks like the rope couldn't handle it. Looks like I'll have to use an alternative." Horror growls, pulling up his shorts and picking up the rope, walking over to his closet again while Sans lay limply on the floor.
"This oughta do." Sans' side is kicked, jolting the toy inside him. Sans lets out a loud groan, only to be kicked again. His HP dropped, 0.3.
"Get up and lift your hands above your head." Horror demands, and Sans tries to obey, but every small movement shot pure agony and burning pain through him and his arms collapsed. Horror growls, grabbing Sans by the elbow and yanking him up. The swift change of position makes Sans cry out as the ball inside him shifted.
Horror yanks his wrists back up around the meat hook, tying them together with a thin wire. Sans could instantly see the trouble here, moving too much on the hook would leave his bone to the blade's mercy; even without any intent, the blade chopping off his arm would be enough to dust him.
Horror hits the lever, and Sans is lifted back into the air. The ball settles right against Sans' cervix, driving stars through his vision with each slight shift or movement. Horror smiles, slipping a finger into Sans' still-stretched opening.
"Why don't you just get rid of your pussy?" he teases, and Sans fights off his glare. This version of him knew exactly why; it was the reason he had left the ball inside of Sans in the first place.
"I-I can't d-dismiss the magic un-until everything inside is removed, Master." Sans replies, chest heaving. Horror smiles and nods.
"Repeat after me, so that the rest of your punishment sinks fully into that thick skull of yours; That ball is stuck inside your slutty little pussy until I decide to take it out."
"Th-the ball is stuck inside my slutty little pussy until you decide to take it out, Master." Sans repeats, his cheeks burning blue from pain and discomfort. Horror smiles, nodding before placing a hand on Sans' lower stomach.
"It hurts when you move even the slightest bit; doesn't it, bitch?" He asks, and Sans nods.
"Y-Yes Master… it does."
Horror smiles widely, hitting a button on the side of the meat hook. The sound of a mechanism catches Sans' attention, and Sans watched in amazement and horror as the sharp part of the hook flipped; leaving his hands to rest on the dull side. A bar comes down, and Horror adjusts it and moves Sans' legs to straddle it. The long, thin metal pole lined up perfectly along Sans' slit; and Sans realized too late what was going to happen.
The metal pole started to rock up and down, lifting Sans up with it when it went up and leaving him to dangle from the meat hook when it went down. It pressed up into Sans harshly, the ball inside him being jolted and jostled with each movement. Sans cries, only to be slapped harshly again. His HP lowered from the strike; 0.2.
"Now then, you're going to stay like that while I go get us some food; how's that sound bitch?" Horror asks, and Sans shakes his head while fresh waves of pain shoot through him.
"H-Horrible Master!" Horror frowns, catching Sans' chin and pausing the movements of the bar while at its lowest point.
"New rule; you are to respond to anything painful in a positive way, so if something feels like it's ripping you apart, you are to still act like it's the most pleasurable thing you've ever fuckin' felt; you understand?" Horror demands, and Sans quickly nods.
"Y-Yes Master!" Horror smirks, restarting the bar. Sans bit back his pain-filled cries.
"Now then, how's that sound to you?" Horror coos, and Sans takes a deep breath before replying.
"S-sounds g-great Master!" Sans replies, his legs quivering as he was lifted up and down once again. The ball inside him stabbing into his cervix over and over.
"How does that bar feel, bitch?" Horror asks, and Sans forces out a moan.
"I-It feels wonderful Master!" Sans insists, desperately holding back cries of pain. Horror smiles, walking around Sans and towards his room door.
"Whelp, I'm going to leave you alone with it for a bit; have fun~" Sans hears the door close, the light turning off and leaving Sans in pitch black.
The bar continues moving up and down, and Sans let the first choked-sob of many out of his chest as he was left riding the metal bar.