Death By Glamour (UNDERTALE ANIMATION) - Mettaton Vs. Frisk Fight

Death by Glamour (UNDERTALE ANIMATION) - Mettaton vs. Frisk Fight

Swapfell Brothers x Reader (That Bitch) Chapter 2

*WARNING* (Contains gore, torture, and sexual themes)

Your boss heard raps on her front door. She scoffed and stood up from the couch. Her husband left an hour ago, and she was getting ready to call her lover to come over; she was a little more than annoyed. She swung the door open. A short skeleton with a large, threatening grin stood on her front stoop. She audibly groaned, “What do you want you Halloween prop reject?!” She snapped. “Greetings, bitch.” Before she could reply, Sans grabbed her arm, and in a split second, they teleported to the basement. Sans cast his blue magic onto her and threw her onto a bed. “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!” She shrieked. “LET ME GO THIS INSTANT!” Her limbs were forced to spread like a starfish; “Pap!” On cue, Slim with a rope coiled around his arm tied her wrists and ankles to the bedposts. “She’s tied, M’lord.” Slim stated. “Perfect. Keep an eye on her, I’m going back to the house.” Sans released his magic grip on her soul and blipped out of sight. She thrashed like a fish hooked on a fishing line all the while screaming. “LISTEN HERE YOU FILTHY FUCKING BASTARD-!” Pap slapped a strip of duct tape over her mouth cutting off her sentence. “My apologies, but Milady requested to hear you scream personally,” Pap explained. Pap reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a pair of scissors. “She also wishes for you to be nude.” Your boss let out a muffled protest, at least, that’s what Slim thinks, but he can’t understand her clearly. He snipped off her tight shirt and tore her denim shorts. The cool, damp air causing goosebumps to bloom across her skin. Then he cut the straps of her bra and he cut both sides of her panties, removing them both and tossing the scraps into the corner. Her body flushed with shame and embarrassment as a surge of panic gripped her as Pap’s eyes roamed her body. “You’re a good-looking woman… However, my wife is truly the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, and I can’t ever imagine getting aroused for any other woman than her.” He pulled out a box of cigarettes and his lighter. He lit one and calmly smoked as he watched her in amusement as she struggled within her binds. She was starting to tear up, how could this be happening? He took one last drag, and without warning pressed the cigarette butt onto her stomach, causing her to jerk and let out a sharp muffled cry. It left a circular red burn on her smooth skin. “Just a little something to take the edge off.” He spoke in a dark tone. She only continued to whimper and shake, as if she was violently cold. Sans blipped back into the basement, holding a toolbox. “M’lord, everything go smoothly?” “Yes, everything has been taken care of.” Sans glared daggers at the prisoner and approached the right side of the bed as she tried to shrink away from his gaze. He dropped the toolbox by the bedside with a *BAM* and leaned in close to her face, “You’re crying already? I would have thought a heartless bitch like you would be putting up more of a fight.” Sans mocked. He ripped the duct tape off of her mouth, taking a small patch of her skin with it, causing her to choke back a whine from the after sting. “Got anything to say to a “prop reject””? He snarled. “Please! Let me go! I’m sorry I called you that! I’ll do anything!” She pleaded. “Oh, this isn’t about what you called me on your front step, this is about what has been going on for months.” “M-months, but, I don’t know who you are!” “But you do know our wife, (Y/N).” The wheels in her head began to turn more quickly, realizing that this was an act of revenge. “P-please, I’m sorry! I’m-!” Sans ignored her and smacked the tape back onto her mouth. He strolled over to his brother. “Heard anything from (Y/N)?” Sans asked. “I did, she sent a text to me saying she was on her way back,” Slim responded just as the two skeletons and the prisoner heard the front door open. “Sans! Papy!” A familiar voice rang. Slim and Sans smiled. “Our lady is back.” You stepped into the house, and shut the door behind you; letting out a comfortable sigh as you placed your bags of new clothes and goodies on the kitchen counter. For a moment, you waited for someone to reply, but there was no answer. You knew they were home, Pap said so when he texted you back. As soon as you thought that, your phone beeped. You pulled it from your purse. It was a text… “In the basement.” Your heart began to pound, though not in fear, but in anticipation. Did they really do it? You stepped closer to the basement door. A shiver rippled through your body as you grasped the basement doorknob and slowly opened it. You saw Sans at the bottom of the stairs looking up at you with a smile. You beamed at him, closed the door behind you and descended the stairs. At the bottom, you smooched Sans on his teeth. “Welcome home, my dear, did you enjoy your shopping spree?” “Very much, thank you! But you called me here for a reason.” You explained. “Indeed we did.” Sans slung an arm around your waist and turned you to see the center of the room. Your eyes widened, and you placed your hands over your mouth in astonishment. There she was…tied up on a rickety bed, naked, with tears streaming down her face as she screamed against the tape. Sans chuckled at your expression. “Do you like it?” He asked. You removed your hands from your mouth. “It’s exactly as I envisioned.” You replied in awe. You and Sans stepped closer to the bed. The bitch was whimpering against her tape and stared at you with pleading eyes. You tilted your head in playful confusion. “What’s wrong? Have something to say to me?” You asked. You peeled the tape off her mouth, the tape came off easier after being torn off before. “People are going to look for me, my husband, my employees, when they realize I’m missing, you’ll be found out!” She tried to reason. “Oh, don’t fret. No one will put too much effort into finding you.” Sans assured. “What did you do?” You asked. “She’s been cheating on her husband.” Your boss gasped. “HOW THE FUCK DO YOU KNOW THAT?!” She demanded. “We stalked you.” Slim stated nonchalantly. “Anyway,” Sans started again. “I typed up a nice, long email about how you ran away to be with your lover. I also took the liberty to search through your photos and posted your nudes and those sex videos of you with your boy toy to your social media. I made sure to tag your parents and your husband.” Her face turned sheet white and was struck stupefied. “I even took all your clothes, your jewelry and most of the money from the safe to make it look more convincing. We will look through those later, and speaking of jewelry," Sans reached into his pocket. "Guess what I found?" He pulled out and held up your choker! "Sans, where did you find it?!" You gasped. "Turns out she didn't throw it away, I found it with her jewelry. Here, let me put it back on you." Sans slipped it around your neck and gently massaged your shoulders. "It looks best on you." He murmured lovingly into your ear. You giggled happily. Your boss was suddenly struck with rage and in a moment of poor judgement; “YOU DISGUSTING WHORE, I KNEW YOU WERE A FREAK ALL ALONG!” She screeched but was immediately punched in the face by Slim, punched so hard that when he pulled his fist away, her jaw was hanging helplessly. “DON’T YOU DARE TALK TO MY WIFE THAT WAY!” Papyrus roared right in her face. He raised his fist again to hit her, “Papyrus!” You called. He turned to you. “That was very satisfying, but look at her stats.” Her HP at max was 20, she was now at 14. “Let’s take our time, it won’t be very fun if we kill her right away.” You explained and Slim nodded. “Can you reattach her jaw please?” Slim took her jaw and in one swift moment, clicked it back into place. “Let’s give her a moment to collect her bearings, you stunned her!” You proclaimed in wonder as you unlatched the toolbox and examined the tools before you. She remained stunned for about 20 seconds before she came around. “You okay now?” You asked. She didn’t speak, she only cried as the last bit of her bravery was winked out of existence. “Good, let’s start!” Slim held out the scissors that he used to cut off her clothing. "Perhaps you would like to use these?" He suggested. You pondered for a few moments, then an idea came to you. “First, let’s do something mostly harmless.” You announced. You grasped the scissors and held them up for her to see. “Let’s cut your hair.” You grabbed a bunch of her hair; her long, thick, bouncy locks that you always admired… too bad they were attached to such a bad person. She didn’t protest, she continued to sob and plead to be let go. You sloppily cut the hair and allowed the clumps fall to the floor. Once the hair was short enough, you placed the scissors on the floor and rummaged through the open toolbox before taking out a shaving razor. Using it, you shaved her head roughly, she grimaced and whimpered until her scalp was a bloody, patchy mess. You picked at the clogged razor, removing wet bloody hair until it was mostly clean. “Now your eyebrows!” You shaved off her eyebrows with a few hard strokes, slicing the skin from where her right eyebrow once was, blood oozing through. You smiled in satisfaction, dropping the razor to the floor and You picked up a hand mirror from the toolbox. “Now you’re the same as you are on the inside, hideous!” You hissed as you presented her reflection. Her whimpers increased in volume to wails as she saw herself. The right side of her face was completely swollen and bruised purple and black from Slim’s assault, her shaved head was turning red from the cuts you made on her scalp, and her eyebrows were now stuck in the blades of the razor. You cackled as you placed the mirror aside. “Alright…now let’s get into the senseless pain.” You proclaimed. Reaching into the toolbox again, “Can you guys untie her right wrist and hold her arm straight out?” Sans held her down with magic as Slim untied her wrist. Her arm was positioned as requested. “W-wait! What are you going to do?!” She yelled. You ignored her as you picked up the needle nosed pliers, and walked over to the outstretched hand. “Thank you.” You squeezed the handles so everyone could clearly see the pliers close and open. You kept eye contact with her as you moved the pliers’ closer to her fingernail. “W-W-WAIT, DON’T!! DON’T PLEASE!!” You slowly wedged the bottom jaw between her nail and her nail bed. She squealed as You gripped the handles and the pliers tightened, then you lifted the pliers up quickly, ripping the nail clean off the bed. She threw open her mouth and howled in agony. Sans and Pap had looks of awe on their faces. Being skeletons they lacked nails, not realizing how painful tearing off a nail could be, and both silently praised you at how clever you are. You grinned wickedly, discarding the nail on the floor, and moving to the next nail. You tore off the second, third. At the fourth nail, the nail cracked in half when you tried to remove it. You frowned…before shoving the pliers into the remains of the nail and tore it without any problem. Going on to the last nail and ripping it off without any issue. “Now the other hand!” “N—n-n-o, PLEASE!” You did the same with her left hand, only this time, pulling the nails off more slowly, dragging out her agony as long as possible. Unfortunately, she only has ten nails, you had to sadly stop. “I’ll do the toenails another day! For now, let’s cauterize those bloody nail beds.” You cooed, placing the pliers down and turned to Papyrus. “May I have your lighter?” You asked. Papyrus reached into his pants pocket and pulled it out. You took it. “Turn her hands upside down please.” You flicked on the lighter and slowly burned all ten nail beds. The searing white hot pain of her flesh being roasted, her screams made your own teeth rattle and your ears ring, yet you wanted to hear more. You burned the nail beds until they were charred black. “Maybe tomorrow I'll burn them off." You thought aloud tossing the lighter back to Slim. With your rage mostly extinguished, you examined her. So far, you think you were doing a good job. No hair on her head, no fingernails, charred fingertips, cut up, bloody, swollen, bruised and traumatized. You have been going easy on her so far, time to make her shriek so loudly it will wake the dead. As you ran your eyes over her body, wondering despite yourself what you should do, “Her feet? Maybe her legs… stomach?” you stopped at her breasts. You stared at the plump mounds… and gave them a sharp jab with your finger, causing her to wince. “You like to tease your fellow employees, including me, about our breasts; even though there is nothing wrong with them. Besides, who are you to judge us when we all know you have implants.” You remarked. She didn't speak. “Well then… I suppose you don’t mind me proving that theory… knife please!” “Wait, what?!” Sans handed you a sharpened paring knife. “W-wait!! Wait, I do have implants!” She cried out hurriedly in horror. “I know!” You pressed the knife to the underside of her right breast. “PLEASE! I BEG YOU PLEASE DON’T-AHHHHHH!!!” You pierced the skin and made a sloppy horizontal cut across. Blood began to flow like spilled crimson paint. You pinched her nipple and pulled the breast up. The bitch shrieked as she saw stars flash in front of her eyes. “Ooh, what’s this?” You asked yourself. The prisoner wasn’t listening as her chest felt like it was set on fire, like her fingertips. “I can’t grab it, hold on.” You sliced up the right side of her breast and folded the bloody flap of skin over like it was the cover of a book. “Well, look at this…” Your voice was garbled as her vision began to swim and blacken. She just witnessed you grab something and pull it out of her as she gave a gurgled breath, passing out from the torment. She suddenly woke up when a searing pain gripped her chest in its unforgiving jaws, she gasped but it proved to be an awful mistake as she felt like tiny razors digging into her chest, causing the stars to dance before her eyes once again. “Oh, you finally woke up.” Her gaze focused enough on you as you were holding what looked like a blob of jelly in your hand. Your prisoner was then struck horrified at realizing that- “I knew you had implants all along, and they are quite big too.” You picked up the mirror and gave her a clear view of her chest. Her eyes widened and her pupils shrunk to the size of pin dots as the image was presented before her. Her chest was an assortment of colors, purple and red and black and green and yellow. What was left of her breasts was stitched crudely back into place with cotton thread. She attempted to squirm but was seized with intense pain, forcing her to remain still. She stifled her sobs, willing herself not to cry. “I’m no plastic surgeon, so I can’t fix your breasts.” You pouted. But don’t worry, I used hydrogen peroxide to clean you up! Now I’m going to wrap you up with gauze, can’t have you dying of infection, not when we are just getting started.” As you said that, you laid sterile gauze onto her wounds and secured it in place with surgical tape. “Alright, Pap, that’s enough healing.” She slowly turned her head to see the skeletons on the left side. Pap’s eye was glowing orange for a moment, but when you gave the orders, the glow faded. “You should thank him, while you were passed out, Papyrus noticed your HP was low, so out of the kindness of his soul, he healed you. Good thing he did, you would have died! Now you get to be with us longer!” Her face contorted with grief. "How long do you plan to keep me alive?" She moaned weakly. "As long as possible, so get cozy." You replied. You pressed another piece of gauze onto her chest. Your vengeance was not gone, not by a long shot. You would be back tomorrow with a new torture method, and the next day, and the next until she is nothing but a crippled, empty shell of her former, ugly glory. "You two can take everything upstairs and clean up. I'll be right behind you!" You said. Sans and Slim nodded and left as you finished up. As you stuck the last piece of surgical tape onto her, you observed her eyes. They no longer held a confident, mischievous shine... they were nullified. "You brought this upon yourself, you understand that right?" You spoke. She trembled, choked groans slipped from her throat as she held your gaze. "You could have been nice, and we could have been friends. I gave you months to apologize, to wipe the slate clean and to start over; but you pushed me to far this time. Even though I'm the one who inflicted your wounds, you're still the one in the wrong." "I-I-I'mmm...so... s-sor-r-ry." "No, you're not." You replied. "If I simply yelled at you, would you have said that you were sorry? No. You would have laughed in my face and fired me. Your apology to me now is nothing but wasted oxygen." You turned away and ambled to the stairs. "Get some rest, we'll be back tomorrow." You shot her an evil smile, and she finally broke into painful sobs. You ascended the stairs and opened the door. Stepping back out into the living room, you took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. The last rays of the evening sun poured through the windows, giving off a peaceful vibe as if the sun was completely unaware of the horror that happened in the dark. Sans and Slim were cleaning the last of the tools over by the kitchen sink. A feeling of exhilaration flared within you! This was exactly what you needed. The root of your recent grief was now at your mercy! It felt wonderful! It made you feel powerful, confident, and... “That was an excellent session,” Sans said to his brother before noticing you. "Hello my dear, how are you?" He asked without turning to face you. “I'm fine. Hey, boys, how’s your energy?” Both skeletons dried their hands. “We’re fine, why?” Both of them turned to face you. They saw a look on your face, a look that they haven't seen for months. “Please fuck me.” You sighed blissfully. Lightly panting, a sheet of sweat coated your body, trembling, feeling sated and delightfully sore. Your honeypot throbbed as you felt their magic dribble out of you. Slim spooned you from behind, while Sans laid in front of you, stroking your warm cheeks. “That was amazing." You purred. Slim held you tighter and kissed the back of your neck. "When was the last time we made love?” You asked. “Weeks ago, when that wretched slut's abuse towards you began occurring more frequently.” Slim mumbled as he proceeded with rubbing small circles on your stomach. You picked up your head a little. "Was it really that long? I’m sorry.” “Don't be sorry, you got all the time in the world to make it up to us.” Sans chuckled. You laughed and gave Sans a kiss. “I don’t need to ask but to ease my nerves, is she tied down enough?” You questioned. “Don’t fret, Milady. I took great precaution when tying her, she isn't going anywhere." Slim hummed. “Who will feed her tomorrow?” You asked. “I’ll take care of it. It won't be hard, if she refuses to eat, I'll tell her that I'll rip all her teeth out." Sans explained. You chuckled and gave Sans another smooch; then you turned your head to smooch Slim as well. “You both are too good for me; how did I ever get so lucky?” You cooed. Sans ran his finger over your choker and sighed peacefully. "I often wonder the same thing." He admitted softly. "As do I." Slim crooned. Sans slowly sat up. "I'm going to take a shower, would you two care to join me?" You sat up as well, along with Slim. "Yes please!" You chimed. Sans got out of bed and shuffled to the bathroom. Slim stood up and gently scooped you up like he did on your honeymoon night. You curled your arms behind his neck and nuzzled him as he strolled to the bathroom with you in tote. You sighed happily and thought to yourself. "One year ago... I made the best decision of my life."