The Queen smirked down at the little skeleton before pulling him closer and parting the folds of his dress's skirt, displaying his slender legs. Papyrus could barely make out some type of device attached to his upper thigh bone, a cord seeming to go straight from it to his pelvis.

Toriel murmured soothing words before she moved her hand to jab straight up her courtesan's pelvic inlet. Sans muffled a scream of pain, his eyelights rolling up as he scrambled against the front of her clothes. Tears spilled past his sockets as he gasped and struggled to keep his cries of pain down.

The goat monster continued to move her hand in Sans's pelvic area, what she was doing obscured from the viewpoint Papyrus had peeking over the corner. He felt sick watching the scene unfold in front of him, his body frozen in shock, feeling as if each of Sans's muffled sounds of pain were stabs through his soul.

He quickly shook himself out of his frozen trance, stepping out of the corner to walk swiftly to the pair. His brother needed him! He couldn't just stand by the side and watch as he suffered!

The guard which had been standing a little ways off from the two saw Papyrus approach and stopped him before he could get to his brother, flexing his muscled arms as he gripped the hilt of his weapon. Papyrus glared at him before looking past to the Queen.

Sans was slumped against her chest, his eyelights so blurred out that their shapes were indiscernible. Blood was dripping in a thin line from his mouth and a slow trail of blood and lilac cum was making its way down his slender legs. Now that Papyrus was closer, he could see that the device was attached to some type of rod that was buried into the little skeleton's summoned pussy, its thin spikes slicing easily through the soft flesh.

Papyrus could feel his face flush pink with a strange mixture of embarrassment, arousal, and rage. He decided to focus on the rage, turning his eyelights to the goat monster holding the barely conscious courtesan up.

"W-What are you doing! Don't you realise you are killing him!?" He could feel the pure anger saturating his voice, although there was still a hint of panic from seeing his brother in this state.

The Queen only smiled in response, looking down at the little skeleton in her arms and stroking his skull, her eyes soft with fondness. "It's a trust exercise, Advisor. He agreed to do this; he'd do anything for me, you know." He watched in horror as she pushed the rod farther inside, Sans giving a broken noise of pain in response.

"Y-Your highness, p-please!" He was surprised he could still be able to use the proper address of her title with how much anger he felt towards her right now. But the overwhelming fear he felt for his brother was beginning to override his other emotions.