Chapter 7
Sans was barely able to keep from screaming by the time they had gotten back to Horror's room.
They had spent hours searching through the entire HorrorTale underground, Sans clutching at Horror's spine and sitting in his pelvic girdle the whole time. With each step Horror took, the toy inside Sans was jostled. The vibrations had sped up faster and faster as time had gone on, and Sans found himself tying the gag in his mouth tighter and tighter until it was close to snapping just to keep down his moans and cries.
Horror had signed to him the whole time, threats and curses and telling him to reposition. Sans was terrified, not for himself, but for the others. Master was so angry at him for disobeying orders, using a toy on himself without Master's permission, and Master just seemed very angry already and Sans was so scared.
W.E.R.E.A.L.M.O.S.T. .K.H.O.P.E.Y.O.U.E.N.J.O.Y.E.D.T.H.E.T.I.M.E.Y.O.U.S.P.E.N.T.C.U.R.L.E.D.U.P.A.R.O.U.N.D.M.Y.S.P.I.N.E.B.E.C.A.U.S.E.Y.O.U.W.O.N.T.B.E.E.N.J.O.Y.I.N.G.I.T.P.R.E.T.T.Y.S.O.O.N.
Sans nods, signing against Horror's spine.
Y.E.S.M.A.S.T.E.R.
"See? I told you he wasn't here, you asshat." Horror grumbles, the vibrations running down his spine. He leaned on one foot, shoving his pelvic ridge right into Sans' crotch and forcing the toy all the way inside of him. Sans bit down harshly around the gag, his lower body tightening up for the seventh time during their journey.
"Oh, fuck off. I'm still gonna keep an eye on you." Red growls, and Horror shifts again, driving the toy farther inside Sans. Sans started to breathe heavier, clapping both hands over his mouth and nose as his body started to shake.
Oh stars…. Sans teeth dug into the gag as his eyes rolled into his skull and he came. His hips rutted into Horror's pelvic ridge, who suddenly started moving in the middle of it; driving the toy harder and harder into Sans' body.
S.T.A.Y.I.N.S.I.D.E.F.O.R.A.B.I.T.L.O.N.G.E.R.
Horror signs, and Sans felt them teleport into the house and yelped when Horror suddenly sat down. The position he was in put him right at the highest arch of Horror's pelvic girdle, pushing the toy into Sans and increasing the pressure inside of Sans' stomach and gut.
Y.E.S.M.A.S.T.E.R.
Sans shakily signs, burying his head and face into the couch through Horror's hoodie as the pleasure and pressure continued to grow.
And they stayed like that for an hour. In that hour, the toy had sped up twice, Horror had shifted and managed to shove the toy farther into Sans' body around 5 times, and Sans had orgasmed another 10 times. Sans had bit through the gag, was leaking ectoplasm and cum, and was nearly suffocating as he buried his head into the couch and screamed and moaned from oversensitivity and pleasure. He couldn't stop shaking, and at this point Horror had stopped trying to get him to stay still or completely silent.
About halfway through the hour, Horror had put up his hood and pretended to sleep; only to duck his head down through his hoodie to watch as Sans orgasmed over and over in a constant tidal wave of pleasure. Every time Sans looked up at him to look him in the eye, his body came again as his eyes saw the fiery anger, lust, and hunger in Horror's eyes.
P.L.E.A.S.E.M.A.S.T.E.R.
Sans begs, his hands shaking so badly he was surprised that Horror could understand what he was saying.
"Yes bitch?" he whispers, causing Sans to shudder as his 11th ground-breaking orgasm suddenly threatened to hit.
C.A.N.I.G.E.T.O.U.T.
"No, but I think that asshat has finally decided to stop watching me. We're heading upstairs, and you're going to get your punishment." Horror growls, and Sans mewls in response, too tired to scream as his 11th orgasm slammed into him. The pressure increases as Horror teleports, prolonging Sans' orgasm and causing him to spasm and writhe.
Horror unzips his hoodie, baring Sans to the outside world, grabbing Sans by his underarms and gingerly removing him from his pelvic girdle to hold him aloft from the floor. Sans would've been terrified of their positions except for the fact he was so wrecked he couldn't think straight even if the multi-universes depended on it. Horror sneered at him, dropping Sans and letting him crumple on the ground.
"You enjoying yourself, bitch? You enjoying being a thief? Did you enjoy riding inside me like some sort of parasite? Did you enjoy having that toy shoved up you, you slut?" Horror growls, and Sans shakily nods; moans and mewls escaping his mouth as he shuddered.
The bottom of his dress was soaked with blue cum, Sans was soaked with cum from the inside-out. The toy was vibrating his entire body; his soul was pounding so hard that his rib cage pulsed with it. His breathing was ragged, saliva running out of the corner of his mouth as his traitorous body continued to put him through a pleasure-filled hell.
Horror chuckled at Sans, leaning down and grabbing the toy at the base. He flips off the vibration, pulling out the toy. Sans continued to shudder and writhe on the floor, watching through half-lidded eyes as Horror walked to his closet and started to collect things up. Sans couldn't care less; nothing could probably hurt him enough to cut through the haze in his brain.
So Sans closed his eyes. He kept them closed, his body looking for sleep and rest desperately. He kept them closed when he felt his body being manhandled and forced onto his upper back with his lower body bared to the air, kept them closed when he felt something large, hard, and circular slip into him; when several large, hard, and circular things of different size and diameter slipped into him. His eyes cracked open when a chord was slipped through, the end nudging against his cervix lightly. His eyes shot open when liquid was poured inside of him, his hands shooting towards Horror's wrists to grasp at them.
"M-M-Master! What i-is t-that?!" Sans gasps, his legs shaking as the cold liquid seeped inside of him, settling and stilling before suddenly hardening into a gritty texture similar to concrete. Horror smirks, thrusting the large thing inside of Sans in and out roughly; hitting a button on a remote connected to the chord.
And then Sans quite literally had the shock of his life.
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH~~! AH-HAAAAAA! NNNNGAA-HAAAA~!" Sans screamed bloody murder as electricity suddenly rushed through him, the fiery pain cutting through the fuzz in his head like a hot knife through cold butter. His entire body jerked and spasmed, clenching around the large intrusion inside of him as it electrocuted him.
Steam was starting to rise from inside of Sans' body, his HP dropping rapidly.
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Horror shut off the electricity, and Sans collapses against the ground; tears leaking from his eyes. It hurt, it hurt so badly. Leftover shocks made Sans' body involuntarily twitch and jerk, sobs racking his body as Horror smiled down at him.
"Now then, do you know what you did wrong?" He asks, his hand grabbing at the toy inside of Sans and lightly thrusting it in and out. Sans nods, breathing hard as they gritty texture of the toy inside of him scratched and tore at him ruthlessly.
"What did you do wrong?" Horror asks, phalanges brushing over the button on the remote. Sans twitched, quickly answering in fear of being electrocuted again.
"I-I used a t-toy without your permission- ghh!" Sans jolted as a small wave of electricity shot through him, Horror smiling and nodding.
"Correct, that's one thing. The next?"
"I m-made a s-sound while inside the c-cl-closet and almost got us c-caught." Sans cries, tears making tracks down his dirty face. Horror nods, pressing the button and holding for longer; sending a more-powerful shock through Sans' body. Sans screamed again, hands clutching at the wrists keeping his lower body upright and in the air.
"And finally?" Horror growls, and Sans blanks. What else could he have done?
Horror sneers, digging his fingers into Sans pelvis and slamming the toy into him roughly.
"You came 18 times without permission, and without me doing it to you." Horror scathes, hitting the electricity up to its highest setting and pressing the button so hard it nearly broke. His hand grabbed Sans' soul, pulling it out of Sans body and away from any physical harm. With his soul in a safer place, Sans could take more pain without dying for a longer time. The electricity arced through him, Sans thrashing, spasming, jerking, and screaming as he fried slowly.
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0.203
Horror turned off the electricity, leering at Sans with his eye glowing red-orange. The large toy inside of Sans was gripped with magic, and Horror started using his magic to plunge it in and out of Sans rapidly. Sans screamed and thrashed from the abuse, red bone marrow starting to drip from his pelvis and wrists as the metal tightened around his wrist bones; cutting into them cruelly and threatening to completely take off his hands.
"Now, what do you say?" Horror chuckles, and Sans sobs in pain and terror.
"I-I'm-ha! S-S-Sorry!" Sans wails, legs clenching together in pain and in any hope to fend off the rough, tearing-pounding he was getting from the toy thrusting into him.
"I can't hear you~ Why don't you speak up!" Horror yells, hitting the electricity hard and impaling Sans' soul with his claws. Sans wails, body spasming as his eyes rolled up into his head.
0.2
"Say it!" Horror screams, getting in Sans' face.
0.13
"I-AAHHH! I'M S-SORRY!" Sans screams, clawing at Horror's arms as pain ricocheted inside him.
0.007
"LOUDER!" Horror screams, and Sans felt his tears frying on his cheeks.
"I'M SORRY!"
0.0003
"YOU'RE FORGETTING SOMETHING, BITCH!" Horror yells, and Sans fumbled for which title to call his Master, his Protector, his Captor, his… his… his…
0.000000001
"I LOVE YOU!" Sans screams, his life flashing before his eyes as his spine arched and his magic lashed out at anything around him.
And then everything stopped.