SONG : Over and Over - Three Days Grace
PREVIOUSLY. . .
Papyrus backs up a bit and smirks at his mastery. His eye glows a brighter red than it already is and I could move again. "Papy—" I began, but then he shoved a gag into my mouth that was so big, it hurt to keep it open.
"Don't ever call me that!" He sneers. Suddenly, red tentacles (what was this, a hentai?) appear behind him. "You, call me Master from now on. Now. . ." The weird tendrils begin to inch towards me menacingly. "In the words of my idiotic brother, you're going to have a bad time."
NOW. . .
I try my best to not make any noise nor look at him. The way Papyrus makes me feel is different than Sans. Sure, he was rough, but Papyrus is brutally ignoring my feelings whereas Sans would be slightly gentle. Despite the words Sans had said to me, I could now feel how Sans has more experience in treating people correctly.
A tendril unclips the gag in my mouth and takes it's place instead. It fills my mouth to the brim. The strange tentacle is wet, as if it is melting or exuding a liquid that acts like as its a lubricant. There are five of them in total. One is exploring the inside of my mouth, mercilessly going in and out of my throat; causing me to gag and tear up. Two are playing with the lumps of tissue on my chest people call breasts. One is swirling around my nipple, pulling and squeezing it. Acting as if it were a tongue that is sucking on them.
I remember Sans had done the same thing to me earlier and he had left a bite mark which was still sore. Luckily for me, this tendril isn't on that tit. The bitten breast was being squeezed, as if it were trying to get milk out of the nipple. Of course nothing came out, milk only came from the pregnant. The rest of the strange tentacles are at my sensitive area. One tentacle is grinding against me, never entering but just the feeling of it against myself turns me on in the wrong way. The other is simply rubbing my thighs, trying to get me to feel more. . . Pleasured I'm guessing.
It makes me mad that my body is acting like this. I am not a slut, I am better than this. . . Than this rape. Its so sickening, I can feel it in the pit of my stomach. I want to puke at how disgusted I am at my body, not just because of the tendril I am currently deep throating. It is wrong. Everything about this place is wrong. I am wrong. Maybe going back up is better. I'd go to prison, but there is always that slight chance of escaping. I could find someone who can give me a fake ID. I could start over, get a new life, move somewhere exotic like Britain or Australia. But who was I kidding? I didn't have enough money, college robbed me of that.
Something begins to build up near my the bottom of my stomach. I squeal, it feels like I have to shit and pee, yet it also feels like something else entirely. All I know is that something is definitely going to come out soon. The tendril rubbing against my private stops moving and I can feel a pressure in between my thighs. My eyes widens in realization and I squirm as much as I can.
"Heh, you don't like that entering do you?" Papyrus asks. He gets up from where he is watching and makes his way to the bed. "Maybe you'll like me better?" Papyrus then removes his gloves and his shoes and creeps towards me. Kneeling on the bed, he stares down at me with an evil smile and a red hue in his eye. I stare at him in horror, afraid of what he is going to do. I try to talk to him, try pleading with him to stop this madness. But all that comes out are desperate muffles of fear.
Papyrus smirks and snaps his fingers. In an instant, all the tentacles have disappeared, including the one in my mouth that prevented me from talking. "Pap-" I began but he shuts me up by grabbing my face roughly.
"What did I say human? What did I say for you to call me?" He demands. The way he glares into my eyes with his own red ones make me feel insignificant; as if he is judging my soul just by looking into my eyes.
"M-master," I stutter, disgusted with myself by how I can succumb to his glare so easily. Papyrus smiles, happy to see that he knew he put me in my place.
"Better. Let me reward you with a good time then. Although, I wish you'd fight back. I like it when I have to go rough," he chuckles. Papyrus grabs me by the hips and positioned them against his pelvis. I expected to feel something boney and hard against my womanhood, in which I do. But it isn't the same kind of boney and hard I had been expecting.
"What is that!?" I ask, trying to sit up and get a look at what was in between my thighs. But the ropes are tied so tight, I can't do anything but lay down.
"Your surprise," he laughs evilly. I feel something warm and wet touch my entrance.
"I-is that a dick!?" I ask, shocked. Skeletons don't have dicks. In fact, they shouldn't have any kind of organ at all! Then, I remember that Sans has a tongue. Maybe Papyrus had the same power as Sans did. They are brothers after all.
Papyrus just smiles even wider than before. "You should feel lucky that I'm fucking you instead of just torture."
"N-no! Please, don't! I'm still a virgin! I wanna save it for my future husband! Please don't!" I cry out, struggling to free myself from his grip and the ropes that restrains me.
"A virgin? Well shit, you should feel even luckier that I'm taking your virginity!" He yells as he thrusts into me. I am filled with immediate pain. Tears leak from my eyes and I try closing my legs.
"Stop! It hurts! Please!" I cry. Papyrus isn't listening though. He keeps thrusting, in and out, over and over again. It was an endless repeat. The pain was excruciating. He didn't slow down, instead Papyrus progressively got faster and faster until he was going at an inhuman speed.
Something was trickling down from where he fucked me to my ass. I turned my head and saw that I was bleeding. My face was filled with tears, I hated this. I hated sex. I hated Papyrus. My agony only seemed to make Papyrus' dick grow bigger. "I love it when you make that face," he puffed. "That look of pain and misery, I want more!" He yelled and grabbed my boob roughly. I cried out in pain again. There was no feeling of pleasure here for me.
"No! Stop! Get out of me, you disgusting bastard!" I yelled. Papyrus' eye glowed red in anger. While he was thrusting, Papyrus bent down and bit on my nipple like how Sans had. He licked and sucked the blood from the wound he created. A tongue had formed from his mouth and he used it to lick me everywhere. Papyrus began to bite me everywhere he could. He looked for my soft spots, the spots that made me shiver, and he would mark them with his teeth. He was so rough, you'd have to be a masochist to be able to like this kind of sex.
His pounding into me made me feel like a rag doll. I felt dead inside. I felt like a doll used for pleasure and for that purpose only. There was no love in this. It was horrible. There was no escape. The pain subsided and I stopped resisting and gave up; there was no point anymore. I wasn't going to be free anytime soon and he didn't look like he was going to stop either. I closed my eyes and dares not to move; only to let him use me as he wished. "What are you doing human?" Papyrus asked as he roughly grabbed my chin to make me look at him.
"Giving up," I whispered, shutting my eyes tighter than before in fear.
"Stop it. That's not fun. Resist! Fight back!" He yelled. I opened my eyes. Papyrus was glaring at me, his pounding had become slower. A smile crept onto my face, I had found a weakness.
"No," I said, closing my eyes. I could practically feel his anger radiate off his bones. Papyrus growled, he snapped his fingers and the binds on my ankles and wrists became undone. He flipped me around so that I was positioned on all fours. My eyes widened.
"I said FIGHT BACK!" Papyrus grabbed my arm and pulled me back while taking me from behind. He entered me faster and deeper than before. Tears rolled down my cheeks. I had thought that I had gotten him in a corner. That I could finally take charge because of a weakness I had found. But boy, was I wrong.
Papyrus fucked me harder, rougher, and crueler than before. He slapped my ass every second he could. His panting turned me on in and odd way; I didn't like it at all. "You're still so tight after all this? What a fucking pervert. You in pain just makes me harder," he said, leaning forward and biting my neck. I felt like a dog.
"Go to hell," I said in between breaths.
"HA, baby, this is hell. And you're enjoying it like the sick whore you are," he laughed. I felt myself slipping from consciousness. His pounds into me seemed to be taking away all of my energy. "Oh fuck, I'm almost there."
"What?!" I screamed, fully awake now. O turned my body around as much as I could to look at him. "Don't you dare come inside me with all your magical shit!"
"Watch me," Papyrus smirked. His dick tensed up and I felt something fill inside of me. A tension in my stomach had exploded at the same time, taking all of my energy along with it. Oh my God, did I just cum with a skeleton?
Papyrus' dick disappeared from inside of me and I was left sticky, sweaty, and panting. He released me from his grip and let me fall onto the bed. I was so exhausted I could barely move. He zipped up his pants and put his gloves back on along with his boots. My eyes followed every single movement, trying to see if felt anything at all; it didn't look like he did.
Papyrus stood up and looked down at me. He smiled at the sight of his cum all over my thighs. "You better get used to this. I guarantee we'll be doing this everyday, multiple times a day even. You'll be used a sex doll and let me use every single hole in that disgusting human body for my own pleasure. While Sans and I are away at work, you will be our slave and tend to the house. If you do not, you will get to see and feel what every single one of these tools are for," he said. On that note, he walked out, leaving me crying in the dark of the red room.