She took out a curious looking thin metal rod. There were fine spikes going down it's length. The rod couldn't have been thicker than a pencil.

Then she placed it against the tip of his cock.

Sans jolted in horror. She was going to put it inside his urethra!? "W-W-Wait.." He stammered.

The tip of the rod entered the slit of his dick, making him arch and scream. The guard was still buried behind him, making it difficult to move.

She pushed it in another inch, ripping another scream from Sans's mouth. Oh god, it felt like someone was forcing a thin chainsaw down his dick! It hurt so, so bad. Make it stop make it stop make it stop..!

"Let me repeat the question." Toriel said, voice unfazed. Her tone was still cold and sharp. "What really happened?"

"Ahhh..! I'm sorry m-mistress! Nnnh! I.. mnh! I tr-tried to kill myself..! Pl-Please stop!"

Toriel's face took on a strange light. "You.. tried to commit suicide..?"

"Yes! Ahh! It hurts, please..!"

Toriel shoved the entire rod almost halfway in. Sans arched and screamed, tears pouring down his face. "How could you do that. Do you not care about me? Do you not love me? Don't lie!" She used her other hand to wrap around his length, squeezing.

"AHHHH! ST-STO..! AHHH!" His screams reached a feverish pitch, making even the guard behind him wince at the broken pain in the small skeleton's voice. Toriel's scarlet eyes flashed towards the guard, mildly annoyed. The guard stiffened.

"You can go. Leave us." The guard nodded curtly before pulling out of the shaking body and joining his fellow guardsmen. The pair walked out of the room, leaving only Toriel, Sans, and the healers standing on the other side of the room.

Sans collapsed against the floor now that he didn't have the dog guard to hold him up. But Toriel caught him before he could hit the floor, pushing him down the other way instead.

Sans looked up at the white goat monster with tearful sockets, splayed on his back with his elbows barely supporting his trembling frame. This was pain like no other, even worse than the chains and whips. He felt so scared. How long would this go?

"Tell me the truth. I'll know whether you're lying." Her eyes flicked to the statistics monitor in the back of the room before training back on her prey. She was truly terrifying when she was angry.

"I-I-I.." Sans swallowed, feeling sick and dizzy with pain. "W-Will you punish me more if I d-don't say what you want to hear..?"

If Toriel's face wasn't already set into stony anger, she looked even more dangerously pissed now. "If you don't tell me the truth, there will surely be more pain to come." Sans gulped nervously, his tiny pinpricks wavering uncertainly.

"I.. don't love anyone.. I-I'm sorry.." He hiccuped as his sobs cut through him. He didn't want to look down. If he did, he would see the mangled walls inside his abused entrance, the rod slicing through the soft flesh.
Toriel seemed to still, a blank expression replacing her previous anger. If anything, her empty expression scared him more than her anger. It felt like the calm before a storm.

"AHHH!" Sans screamed in sudden shock and pain as Toriel pushed the rest of the rod entirely inside, leaving only the flared tip sticking out. Sans writhed and screamed in pain, crying for mercy.

"How much have you told me that have been lies?" She hissed, crimson eyes burning murderously. Sans could only answer with whimpering moans and cries of agony. She twisted the rod inside him, the sharp spikes lining the object slicing easily through the walls of his magic. Sans SCREAMED. He turned into a crying, trembling mess, wailing in pain. He wanted to beg for mercy, beg her to STOP, but his voice could only manage incoherent sounds of pain.

...

He didn't know how long his punishment, his torture lasted. But by then, he was so swallowed up by his pain that he couldn't think much else.

He lay splayed out on the floor, a scary amount of blood spread in a puddle around him. His violet eyelights flickered weakly on and off as he stared off into nothing, tears streaming silently down his face.

Queen Toriel stood nearby, setting the rod now slick with blood and cum aside on a silver tray. She meticulously cleaned her paws before turning to the broken heap on the floor, her expression still blank and cold.

"You will report to my chambers everyday from now on. You will accept your punishments without argument. You will do this to earn my love and trust back. There will be no alternatives, understand?" Her cold voice sliced through his soul, making him shudder.

It took him awhile before he was able to force the words out of his mouth. "...Y-Yes mistress.." His voice was raspy and broken and so very quiet, his eyelights continuing to stay unfocused.

He was only an aristocrat's toy after all. That was all he had been raised to be. That was all he ever was.