Chapter 4

Up and down. Up and down. Over and over again. How long has it been? Sans had lost count of the hours, or has it been just a few minutes? The pain had stopped, being replaced with a slow pleasure that almost soothed him as he rocked up and down with the metal bar. The slow pleasure wasn't stimulating enough, and Sans found more torture in being left hanging—literally.

"Mmmph… haaa…" Sans groans, more on reflex as the bar digs into Sans' slit then in actual pleasure. Sans' stomach growls, and Sans shakily looks at his own HP. Still 0.2.

Just dust me, damnit… Sans growls, jerking his hips accidently and making him yelp as the glass ball still buried inside him catches on his cervix. The angle the ball had been previously settled in changes rapidly, and Sans had barely a second to figure out he fucked up before the bar lowered him.

"Agghh! Fuck~!" Sans screams, the first jolt of pleasure and pain in hours (or maybe minutes?) shot through him like an electric bolt. Suddenly numbness was replaced with a sharp burn as Sans walls are jabbed with a sharper edge of the glass ball. The side that had been used to the sharp edge was now confronted with the smooth side; Sans' body reacting to the switch in a multitude of ways.

To start with, he orgasmed harder than he ever had in his life as hours (or minutes? He still wasn't exactly sure) of pent-up arousal suddenly exploded in his stomach. He screams, his genitalia clenching down and around the ball as he continued to be lifted and lowered repeatedly by the bar. Next came gasps and moans, his hips bucking and grinding desperately against the bar he sat on. Third came the begging; which he was not proud of at all.

"Oh f-fuck! F-Faster, p-pl-please!" Sans begs to nobody in particular, straining against the coil of wire that held his wrists together as he tried to buck into the bar. The glass ball dug deep into his cervix cruelly, causing Sans to gasp and let loose small cries as fire seemed to lick up his core.

The fire in his soul even distracted him from the sound he had been waiting for; the sound of a door opening.

"Well, I wasn't expecting to come home to this." A new voice catches Sans' attention, and Sans gasps.

"M-Master!" Sans exclaims, instantly stopping his bucking; biting down on his tongue to stop his moans.

"Ah, ah, ah; remember Rule 3?" Horror coos, stroking Sans' chin from behind. Sans shivers, nodding. Horror growls, hand wrapping around Sans' spine and stroking in time with the bar. Sans gasps, the pleasure starting to overwhelm him as his hips shook again.

"What was Rule 3, bitch?" Horror whispers in Sans' ear dangerously, causing a shiver to go down Sans' spine.

"N-No noise unless spoken to, including screaming and m-mo-ANS!" Sans' spine arches as Horror activated his gravity magic; putting pressure on Sans' vertebras. Noises fall from him unstoppably, his femurs clenching together even tighter with each lift and drop of the bar. Horror's chuckling in his ear only seemed to fuel his fire, his soul starting to beat and pump loudly.

"And yet you continue to make sounds… how's the ball inside of you doing?" Horror circles his hand around, rubbing at Sans' clit slowly. Sans moans, his head settling on Horror's shoulder as his hands strained against the wire. His right eye was scrunched shut, his left open and flashing blue as another orgasm built in his core; Horror's eyes looked smug as they made eye contact.

"Th-The ball i-is- hah! Aaaah!" Sans wails as the bar suddenly picked up speed and force, digging into him and then suddenly dropping him only to slam back up against his slit and lift him again. The hand at his clit dives down to his entrance, slipping three fingers in and rubbing while the other hand increased the pressure on his spine. More pleasure causes Sans to scream as the pressure in his stomach and on his spine pushed him over the edge and he came.

Sans' legs come up to his chest, off-balancing him on the bar and nearly sliding off. Tears prick in the corner of Sans' eye sockets, sweat beading down his head as a dark blue flush covered his cheeks. The bar stops moving, keeping Sans at its highest point.

Horror takes his hand off Sans' spine and the other removes itself from Sans' entrance, instead settling on his collarbone and lower ribs and digging the tips of his phalanges into the bone. Sans breathes heavily, teeth clenched together as Horror walks back in front of him with a bag in his hand.

Horror looked smug, stopping in front of Sans and cupping his chin; lifting it up so they were eye-to-eye. They look at each other for a moment; Sans in fear of whatever punishment he may receive and Horror with a smug, unreadable expression.

And then Horror bent down and connected them in a soft kiss.

It caught Sans off guard, but Horror's other hand wraps around Sans' skull and pushes him into Horror; prompting Sans to kiss back. Sans kisses back, his left eye closing as he relaxed into the gesture. It was almost… pleasant.

Good to know Master can't be a constant asshole…. Sans thinks, right before Horror detaches from the kiss and throws a nasty right hook into Sans' cheek.

"Aah!" Sans yelps, his HP dropping. 0.1.

"How did that feel, bitch? Hours of pleasure, two orgasms, kissing your master—how's it feel, bitch?" Horror growls, and Sans felt his soul glow brighter at their closeness.

"It f-feels w-wonderf-ful M-Master…." Sans whimpers, and Horror smiles before digging into his bag.

"You better be grateful I got you anything to choke on other than the mouthful of cum you're getting later; food is hard to find around here." Horror comments, pulling out a fleshy-stick; an octopus tentacle. It was sickly yellow with weird, pale green suckers on the bottom.

"Hmmm, I wonder how these suckers would feel inside your ass; perhaps we can find out after this?" Horror chuckles, shoving the tentacle into Sans' mouth and partly down his throat.

"Well? Answer me!" Horror demands, and Sans struggles to let out a noise around his mouthful of sour and fishy-tasting tentacle.

"Mm-mph!" Sans tries, and Horror only chuckles and shakes his head. Sans groans, biting down and chewing on the tentacle as he started to eat. The tentacle was rubbery and let loose a disgusting fluid when he bit into it, some of it leaking down his chin. The suckers stuck to his tongue, the roof of his mouth, the back of his throat; anywhere and everywhere they came into contact with. Sans had to choke, gag, and pry them off with his tongue to keep himself from suffocating and to get them down.

Despite the disgusting taste, and the way the dust made his stomach feel; Sans' HP steadily climbed back up.

He eventually chokes down the rest of the tentacle, and Horror chuckles before looking down at Sans' still-conjured vagina. From the position Sans was in, it was up, open, and on full display. Horror chuckles before bending over as if to inspect it.

"Now then, you've served your punishment, but you also changed the angle the ball is in; so how am I going to get this out of your slutty little pussy? Any ideas, bitch?" Horror glances up at Sans, and Sans shakes his head.

"I-I don't kn-know Master." Horror smirks, tracing a hand on the inside of Sans' femur.

"Your slutty little pussy sucked it all the way in, didn't it? It's jammed right up there, digging into you; and you love it, don't you?" he asks, and Sans nods, remembering the new rule.

"Y-Yes Master! I l-love it!" Sans responds, trying to sound convincing. Horror smirks, his fingers moving to trace his entrance.

"You love having something hard and thick shoved all the way into your whorish little hole, don't you?"

"Y-Yes Master!"

"Say it~." Horror coos, sticking 3 fingers in and scissoring. Sans trembles, seeing clearly where this was gonna go.

"I l-love having something hard and th-th-thick shoved all the way into m-my whorish lit-little h-hole, Master…." Sans whimpers, Horror's other 2 fingers joining in and stretching Sans out as Horror's hand sunk a little deeper into Sans vagina.

"Whelp, I'd hope you do; because something big and thick is going up there pretty soon. Can you figure out what?" Horror chuckles, his other hand pulling Sans down by his neck; putting a strain on his shoulder joints.

"Y-Yes Master…" Sans chokes, and Horror pulls himself up; looking Sans right in the eye with a wide, terrifying grin.

"Tell me what I'm going to do to you." Horror demands, and Sans shivers.

"Y-You're going to s-shove your ha-and up my p-pussy and grab the b-b-ball, Master?" Sans questions, and Horror smiles before doing exactly that.

Sans' eyes snap open wide as he's stretched out rapidly, a breathless gasp exiting him as his body clenches around the hard bone entering him. Horror grabs the ball, Sans knew this because he felt him, and started to pull it out. Sans let out a low hiss, his hips bucking as his entrance strained from the stretch and movement. Horror smirks, and Sans felt his cheeks go blue at their proximity.

"You may speak, bitch."

And then Horror paused, rolled the ball a little bit, and thrusted it roughly back into him. Sans doubled over as pain wracked him, his pussy taking the abuse like a punch. Horror thrusts the ball in and out of him, Sans crying out as each thrust slammed into him.

"M-Master! Oh fuck Master! Mnnng! Ah-hah!"

"Your expressions are so slutty, bitch; I'm wondering how they'd look in the new set of clothing I got you." Horror smiles, pulling his hand and the glass ball entirely out of Sans. Sans gasps, his pussy suddenly clenching down as he came again; a cry escaping him. Horror chuckles, setting the glass ball (which was covered with blue juices) down before grabbing a new bag.

Sans eyes open slightly to stare questioningly at the bag, only for his eyes to widen as a pink dress is pulled out.

((This is what is looks like. ;): media/catalog/product/cache/1/small_image/295x295/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/i/m/image_ ))

"I-I'm going to be wearing that Master?" Sans asks, and Horror nods; glare sharp.

"What? You don't like it?" Horror growls, getting back in front of Sans' face again. Sans rapidly shakes his head, fear shooting through him.

"N-No Master! I l-love it! Th-Thanks for getting it for me!" Sans stutters, and Horror smirks before kneeing the bar underneath Sans, causing it to dig roughly into Sans momentarily. His HP didn't drop, but Sans let out a small whimper.

"I didn't get it for you; but the other AUs have started looking for you like princes searching for a princess. Got stopped by that idiot from UnderFell on my way back, apparently they just now realized that you might not have fallen asleep at one of your stations." Horror laughs, casually shredding through Sans' white undershirt and tossing the shredded remains to the floor. Sans didn't have his hoodie, so with the removal of his shirt he was left completely bare.

"Got every AU hunting for you; they know that if you die in another universe time and space will rip itself apart. You know how Gaster is a stickler for rules." Horror chuckles, unbuttoning the front bodice of the dress.

"Now, I gotta let down your wrists to get this on you, so be thankful; because it'll be a pain retying you to my meat hook and if there's one thing I have no problem having in common with you it's laziness." Horror unties the wire from Sans' hand, and Sans' arms shakily lower themselves. The bar underneath him retracts, it and the meat hook going back into the ceiling.

Leaving Sans naked, and standing in front of Horror. Sans shivered, truly aware of how much smaller he was then the other. If Sans had thought Red or G ((Gaster!Sans)) was large, neither were as threatening as the skeleton in front of him. He towered over Sans, and Sans felt like his Master could crush him like a bug.

"Oh hey, I forgot how much smaller than me you are. Man, after I get this on you you'll really be a princess, eh?" Horror teases, grabbing Sans and turning him around, pulling his back into his chest.

"So let's get this on you, why don't we?"