Chapter 5
"Master! Ah!" Sans yelps as he's picked up, Horror chuckling before slipping the dress up onto Sans. The material was soft and flow-y, brushing against his bone teasingly. It felt thin, but comfortable. Sans felt a blue flush go across his cheeks as the front is buttoned back up by Horror.
Horror sets him down, ordering him to stay while he went to his closet and got Sans' new set of shackles. Sans did what Horror ordered, staying still except for the hand that slowly stroked the fabric of the dress.
Master seems to be really happy today… he's fed me, taken out the ball, and put me in this dress. It's even comfortable! And he said that food is hard to come by… so he's working hard to feed me?
Sans stares at Horror's back, and he felt something small well up in his chest. Affection? Happiness? Thankfulness?
Horror turned around, a pair of handcuffs in his hands when he caught sight of Sans. He paused, and Sans wondered what was wrong.
"Are you alright, Master?" Sans asks, and Horror watched him in surprise before shaking himself and flashing a wide, shark-like grin.
"Oh no, I'm fine. Just wondering how you'll look with a cock in your mouth and a tentacle up your ass~" Horror teases, stalking over to Sans and locking a pair of handcuffs to Sans' wrists. Sans lets out a yelp as the skirt of his dress is yanked upwards, leaving his lower half bare. Horror kicks the back of Sans' knees, forcing them to bend and putting him on his hands and knees on the bare hardwood floor. Sans lets out a cry as he falls on the ground, his HP taking the hit; 0.9.
"Head against the floor, ass in the air." Horror demands, and Sans obeys quickly.
"Y-Yes Master- Ah!" Sans cries as his bones are suddenly smacked, his HP surprisingly not dropping. He receives another spank, and he shuddered as the same spot was hit.
"You like getting spanked, don't you princess?" Horror mumbles in Sans' ear, catching him off guard.
A change in nickname? Is Master… happy with me?
"Y-Yes Master! I love it!" Sans mewls as he's spanked harder. Horror laughs, pulling Sans into his lap and bending him over his knee.
"No talking! You may moan and scream, but no talking." Horror states, and Sans nods. Another sharp slap sends pain tingling down Sans' spine, and Sans lets out a small cry at the feeling.
"Well, this is entertaining; and I got the perfect thing here while I'm doing it." Horror chuckles, and Sans felt Horror's magic activate and heard something whizz over to him. Sans trembled in anticipation as he felt Horror slowly trace an area of his bone before something large and hard came slamming down on him.
"Ah! Ah-hah~!" Sans wails, his spine arching as the paddling continued. The wooden paddle hit his entire lower body in random segments; his spine, his tail bone, his pelvic girdle, the back of his legs; shots of pain shot through him. Somehow, they almost felt pleasant.
"Ahnnn! M-Master! Master p-please!" Sans pleads, not really sure what he wanted. He receives an extra hard spank, his body tightening and curling around Horror's knee.
"I said no speaking! But since you are, call me by the right name, princess." Horror growls, spanking Sans extra hard with the paddle.
"D-Daddy! Daddy please!" Sans cries, his eyes clenched shut and his wrists shaking and pulling at the handcuffs. He hunched over Horror's knee, the softness of his pink dress contrasting sharply against the harshness of the wooden paddle striking him so almost-lovingly.
"What do you want princess? Use your words~." Horror coos, continuing to paddle Sans. Sans wails and mewls, his hips bucking and grinding into Horror's leg.
"Do you want me to stop princess?" Horror coos, his paddle striking against Sans' bones with a flurry of fast-strikes, and Sans doesn't think before answering.
"N-No! Please don't s-st-stop Daaaaaaadyyyy~!"
Horror freezes, staring down at Sans in amazement. Sans was mewling, thrusting against Horror's leg while simultaneously trying to push his ass farther into the air. Horror's surprised pause only lasted a moment before a crazed-smile takes over, and he raised his hand and struck with the paddle with all his might. Sans mewled, the strike hard enough to shave off a slight amount of HP; 0.85.
Despite the slight loss of health, pure ecstasy ran through Sans' lower body. He was starting to love the pain-thing now.
"Oh f-fuck! Harder! Sp-Spank me harder Daddy!" Sans begs, and Horror laughs loudly before slamming down harder. His magic takes a hold of Sans body, gravity increasing and holding him down. Sans wailed at the pressure, his eyes clenching shut as magic built up in his soul.
"If you get that dress dirty when I just got it for you, you're in for hell; you hear me princess?" Horror growls, and Sans nods quickly; biting down on his tongue to hold back his wails, mewls, and screams as his sore bones started to ache from the abuse. The paddling stops, a hand rubbing the bruised-bone soothingly while Horror leans down to his ear.
"I said; you hear me princess?" Horror repeats, and Sans quickly answers.
"Yes Daddy!" Sans answers, only to be flipped over and pulled up by his front to be met face-to-face with Horror's wide-smile.
"I don't think you do~ Why don't I introduce you to your other present?" Horror chuckles, bag being pulled to him using his magic. Sans quivers when he saw inside; it was full of tentacles of different sizes and girth. Horror caught him looking, his toothy smile growing impossibly wider.
"Oh? You like your present?" Horror asks, and Sans felt his tongue forming in his mouth as his blush deepened.
"Oh god… oh fuck Daddy…." Sans moans, burying his face in Horror's front as he felt his core heat up.
Sans would never admit this to anyone… but tentacles actually really turned him on.
"Do you have a secret little kink, princess? I know you do; I am you after all!" Horror teases, and Sans felt something wet slide over his bone. Sans shivered, arousal building sharply as the wetness traced down his back and towards his ass.
"I know every fantasy, every dirty thought, every wet dream; you're secretly a little tentacle whore, aren't you?" Horror whispers, and Sans nods as the tentacle is slipped up the back of his dress, the tip tracing over his hole. He shivers, burying his head into his hands at the feeling; only for Horror to catch his chin and lift his face up.
Horror's expression looked different; calculating, yet soft. Sans felt tears well up in his sockets as he took in the others expression, their eyes meeting.
Every punch. Every kick. Every slap, threat, and pain-filled touch; it all had to just be him covering up his love right? Down here in this universe where there was no food, and the residents were all insane… it had to be lonely, right? Could Sans really leave his Master here?
"Say it, princess; say what you are." Horror smiles, and Sans shivers before closing his eyes; taking a deep breath. He smiled, probably for the first time in days, and looked up at Horror.
"I'm yours." Sans whispers, and Horror freezes; looking down at Sans before a grin took over his features.
"Damn right you are." Horror growls, connecting them in a kiss and shoving the tentacle inside Sans at the same time. Sans screams into the kiss, Horror swallowing it down eagerly before his long tongue pried between Sans' teeth and tangled with his. Sans mewled as the tentacle settled, the suckers prying at his insides as they pulsed and clenched around them. Horror thrusts it slowly, Sans' hips twitching at the drag and pull of each thrust.
"You know princess, that an octopus' nerve-endings are sometimes susceptible to certain things even after getting cut off." Horror mumbles, and Sans nods. Horror smirks widely, magic crackling in the air.
"Did you know magic is one of those things?" The tentacle suddenly started to roughly writhe and twist inside of Sans' body, the smaller skeleton throwing his head back and wailing. Horror latches his teeth onto Sans' exposed clavicle, biting down harshly. Tears fall down Sans' cheeks, his hips thrusting and moving in time with the tentacle's writhing while tilting his head to the side to expose more of his neck bones.
"Oh st-stars Daddy! Oh Daddy please!" Sans mewls, trying to bounce up and down on the tentacle. Horror smiles, cutting off the magic and pausing in his attention to Sans' clavicle.
"Whaddya want, princess?" Horror teases, and Sans moaned as he struggled to get any friction from the tentacle.
"P-Please fuck me! Please Daddy!" Sans cries, and Horror smirks before thrusting up lightly into Sans' willing body.
"Wrong name, princess." Horror mumbles, and Sans instantly switches; desperate for release.
"P-Please M-Master! Harder!" the thrusts pick up a little bit, but nowhere near what Sans wanted. Horror looks up at him, a wide smile across his features.
"Wrong name, sweetheart; almost got it."
Sans stares confused before his memory backtracked to the very first rule.
"…you will either refer to me as Horror, Master, or on certain days, Daddy. You understand?"
Sans looked down at Horror, before a hard thrust reminded him what he so desperately needed.
"Please Horror! Please fuck me!" Sans cries, and Horror smiles before pinning Sans on his back against the ground. A strong jolt of magic goes through the tentacle, causing it to push and wiggle inside of Sans; amplified by the sudden rough thrusting as Horror abruptly picked up his pace. Sans screams, his handcuffed wrists trapped above his head as his phalanges scratched uselessly against the floorboards.
"Ahh! H-Horror! Oh g-god Horror!" Sans mewls, feeling something large and hard poke at his subconsciously-formed pussy. Sans' eyes crack open to see Horror lining himself up with Sans' pussy, the other smiling before connecting them in a chaste kiss as he thrusted himself inside.
Sans clenched down instantly, cumming hard and screaming into the kiss as pure-unbidden pleasure ripped through him. Horror and the tentacle didn't pause, instead picking up speed and force as Horror pounded into him. Sans dress rode up, blue soul glowing as it dripped ectoplasmic fluids down his ribs. Horror broke off the kiss, instead leaning down to lick at his ribs before sucking Sans' soul into his mouth.
Sans moaned and screamed, walls pulsing around the 4 large barbells pierced through Horror's cock that rubbed at his insides. Sans' soul pulsed inside of Horror's mouth, pleasure building up higher and higher as Horror's tongue toyed and teased and rolled against his soul and oh dear stars Sans couldn't handle the pleasure anymore.
"OH GOD! HORROR~!" Sans screams, cumming again and his eyes rolling back up into his skull. And with a final surge of pleasure, Sans passed out cold.