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Who's Your Master?: Part 15 of 4

Note from the author: From here on, there will be a lot of intense sexual scenes alongside physical torture. Viewer discretion is advised.

Sans woke up tied to a chair in the middle of the living room. "What the.." He looked down and realised he was naked. "Um.."

"What's the matter, honey? A little tied up?" Chara giggled. She stepped out of a dark corner in the room, approaching Sans like one stalking prey. "I thought you would appreciate that pun."

"What is the meaning of this?" Sans demanded, glaring at her. He was not willing to put up with Chara's psychotic streaks.

Chara pouted. "I haven't gotten a chance to play in awhile, so I thought you'd like to play a game with me."

"I know you only have 1 HP, but I was wondering how far I could push it." Chara slipped off her bathrobe, revealing that she was only in her underwear.

Sans blinked. How far she could push his HP..? That didn't sound good at all. "Um, how about no." He struggled against his binds, but they were too tight.

"Silly Sans." Chara giggled. It was thrilling to see her prey so helpless. "You don't really have a choice. Let's begin the game!" She slipped off her underwear and approached Sans, a dangerous glint in her red eyes.

Sans swallowed nervously, but tried to keep a passive, but annoyed, face. There was no way he was letting her know just how scared he was.

"Hmm.. I wonder what you taste like.." Chara licked his dick gently, then began to suck on it.

Sans moaned involuntarily, bucking towards Chara. She began to deep-throat it, causing Sans to moan even louder. Oh god, she was actually doing this. Sans could feel his breaths quickening in panic.

Suddenly, she bit down hard. Sans yelped and jumped in his seat as Chara pulled away. He stared down at the bite mark that was now dripping blood onto the carpet.

"Hmm, so bites only take .1 damage. That's good to know." Sans looked up to see Chara checking his HP. Oh no..

Then she turned toward him, sliding herself onto his member and sitting on his lap. Sans gasped, but managed to maintain his composure. He had done this multiple times before; it wasn't new. But he was still afraid of what she was planning.

Chara began to pull back and forth into him. They both moaned in tandem, Chara's cheeks beginning to colour red. Sans surprisingly didn't blush at all. She kissed him, sliding her tongue into his mouth. Sans complied, opening his mouth wider to let his tongue tangle with hers.

Chara bit down on Sans's tongue, causing him to gasp and pull away. Blood dripped from his mouth as he breathed raggedly.

Chara smiled and began to lick his cervical vertebrae. Sans shivered, his moans increasing as she found his sweet spot and sucked into it.

Chara bit down extra hard on his vertebrae, blood dripping down from the wound. Sans cried out in pain, tears pricking at his sockets. She released him and he slumped against the chair, his breath coming in short gasps.

Chara licked the blood off her teeth. "You taste delicious, honey." Sans stared back nervously, still trying to catch his breath. This was far from the end of it, he could tell.

She pulled herself out of Sans, making him gasp. Pulling out a knife, she brandished it at his bindings and cut them in one fell sweep.

Chara pulled Sans off the chair, dumping him on the floor. He cried out in pain from the impact.

"I want you to call me master when we have these little sessions, alright?" Sans stared up at Chara, looking as if he wished to protest, but then he looked down and said quietly. "Yes master." What else could he do? Chara would just reset back into a genocide route again if he didn't obey.

"Good boy." Chara smiled widely. Then she stepped down hard on Sans's leg, breaking it. Sans screamed in agony, tears falling down his face. The pain was like a thousand splinters slicing through his leg.

"Huh, that only takes .3 damage. That means I can do it again." Sans stared up at Chara in horror. Again!? He wasn't sure if he could survive another one!

"N-no master, please." He begged. Tears streaked down his face as he looked up at his tormentor.

"That's not what you're supposed to say." Chara tsked, shaking her head.

Sans swallowed, fear in his eyes. So they were playing this game then. He had no say in this. He had to play along. "I-I.. Pu-punish me more, master."

Chara smiled, pleased by how obedient her toy was being. "If you insist."

She stepped on his right arm, breaking it and releasing a cry of agony from Sans. Then she slipped herself back onto Sans's length again, thrusting him roughly against the couch.

Sans screamed as his broken limbs were jostled, tears streaking down his face. Finally, after a few minutes, he fainted from the pain. He never did have a high stamina. Chara pulled herself out of Sans and smiled a satisfactory grin.

"That was way funner than I thought it would be. I'll have to do it again." A sadistic grin stretched across her face.

She picked up Sans's broken form and carried him to their bedroom, where she began to heal his injuries.