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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/F
  Fandom:
      Undertale_(Video_Game)
  Relationship:
      Chara/Frisk
  Character:
      Chara_(Undertale), Frisk_(Undertale)
  Additional Tags:
      BDSM, Teenagers, Lesbian_Sex, One_Shot, Underage_Sex, Rape, Post-Canon,
      Female_Chara, Female_Frisk, Sadism, Wax_Play, Caning, panties_on_head,
      Chara_and_Frisk_are_about_14, Bondage, Gag, blindfold, Yandere, Yuri
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-03-08 Words: 2536
****** Only Love Could Hurt Like This ******
by Foxtrot53
Summary
     Chara and Frisk, after having wiped out the underground, now live
     together as a couple. Spurred by paranoid delusions, Chara begins to
     doubt Frisk's love for her and puts her through a sadistic, erotic
     test.
Frisk lay sleeping in a patch of golden flowers. Her hair was a tangled mess
and there was dirt on her sweater. It had been a month since she met Chara in
that dark and dusty throne room, and the two became fast friends. Trapped in
the underground, they took up residence in a quaint cottage in Waterfall,
living together like a couple. "Frisk!" That voice. Clear and high as a bell.
"Frisky!" Called back to waking life, Frisk lazily opened her deep brown eyes.
Just a crack. The blur of evening light and the cottage's backyard slowly began
to resolve. It was Chara that was crouching over her, with a smug grin on her
sunny face. "You fell asleep again! Just when we were having such a nice time,
too!" "Mmm, Charry, just give me a minute..." Chara looked similar to Frisk, so
much so that they had been mistaken for each other before. They had the same
hair, a sort of messy chestnut bob that went down to their shoulders and always
got in their eyes. Their fashion sense was almost exactly the same; there had
been several times when they had accidentally dressed themselves in each
others' clothing and not realized until well into the day! "So much for the
most determined being in the Underground." snarked Chara. She offered a hand to
help Frisk to her feet. Frisk weakly took her hand and she began to lift
gently. Then, Chara produced a bucket of water from behind her back and tossed
it in Frisk's face, soaking her! That woke her up, alright. "AHHH so cold so
cold so cold!" Frisk winced breathily, shaking her head and hopping on the
spot. Chara giggled, covering her mouth. Chara, while she was a lovely girl,
liked to play nasty tricks on Frisk every now and then. "Sorry, Frisky!"
Dripping wet and cold, Frisk rolled her eyes and went inside. Chara followed
close behind.
The cottage was warm, the fireplace glowing and crackling happily. Frisk sat on
the battered but pillowy-soft armchair right by the fire, drying off. Chara
always did have a knack for fire, Frisk thought to herself. Chara gently laid a
blanket on Frisk and went to the kitchen to make some comfy hot tea for Frisk.
She took Frisk's favourite mug off the shelf, put the kettle on the stove and
reached under the fridge for something. She retrieved a little plastic bag,
brushed herself off, and held it right up to her face for a closer look. A
silvery powder she'd been saving from the old days of plotting to poison
Asgore. She smirked and tipped it into the mug with the golden flower leaves.
"Teach you to snooze off on me..." The kettle boiling, she carefully poured hot
water over the leaves and fine grains. She added some milk and two sugars, just
the way Frisk liked it. Picking it up and cupping it with both hands, she took
it to the living room. Leaning over Frisk from behind, she gently placed it in
her hands and gave her an upside-down kiss on the forehead. Frisk sleepily
mumbles "Thanks a lot, Charry." with a weak smile on her face. Chara backed
away, her hands trembling with excitement. Frisk took a sip. Chara watched
intently with a growing smile on her face as Frisk fell unconscious.
Frisk woke up with a start. She was lying, reclined, on something warm and
soft. Her legs were spread wide apart. She opened her eyes, but she couldn't
see. She tried to raise her hands to check her eyes, but she couldn't move
them. She tried to scream, but only muffled moaning noises came out. There was
something in her mouth. Her vision began to return: it was dark. She could
barely see. She was on the four-poster bed that she shared with Chara. Her
wrists and ankles were bound tight to each bedpost with silk handkerchiefs. She
struggled, grunting through the cloth in her mouth, but they wouldn't budge.
There was a figure approaching, obscured by the darkness. Holding a candle, it
slowly approached helpless Frisk. It sat down on the bed by her and raised the
candle to its face - it was Chara, with a mischievous grin on her little
blushing cherub face! "Hello, Frisky!" Frisk, enraged, tried to lunge at her,
but she couldn't move at all. "Hee hee hee! All tied up, are we? You remind me
of when we first met. So completely helpless, so sweet." Frisk resigned to her
bonds and relaxed, hopeless, her big brown eyes watering like little pools of
gravy. "I love to see you at my mercy, Frisk. It just looks so right." Chara
reached out to touch Frisk's bare feet. She gave them a gentle squeeze and
moved closer to stroke her dainty ankles and shins. "So soft, just like your
soul before we met. Hee hee." She sat down on the bed, straddling Frisk's legs.
She skipped Frisk's skirt; that comes later.
She put her hands under Frisk's blue striped sweater and felt her soft, smooth
tummy. She needed more of that. She rubbed her face on it, feeling the soft
layer of puppy fat. She giggled. Frisk's rosy tan skin looked extra creamy
under the candlelight, like hot chocolate. Chara licked her lips. She reached
under Frisk's sweater further and felt something new. Chara stopped and gasped.
Frisk's breasts had developed even further. They could already easily fill up a
fairly large training bra at this point, Chara thought, and the nipples felt so
full. Chara jerked up Frisk's sweater all the way. Frisk's budding nipples
looked just like little chocolates, all dark and creamy. Chara's mouth began to
water. Frisk watched as Chara swooped down for her chest, tongue hanging out
almost cartoonishly, and began to lick her little budding breasts all over. She
looked completely undignified, like a dog. Lust made her like that. Chara
sucked on Frisk's nipples, her little sexual chocolates. "Oh, Friskie, I'm so
hungry!" She nibbled on them and slobbered all over them, her eyes almost
rolling back. Chara took off her own sweater over her head and tossed it aside.
Unlike Frisk, her skin was very pale. More like cream than chocolate. The
constant blush wasn't limited to her face, but in little patches and rivers all
along her body. Disappointingly for her, her chest was almost completely flat
despite her being fourteen years old. Her own little teats somewhat resembled
little pink rosebuds. She pressed her chest against Frisk's, rubbing their
nipples together. The skin contrast reminded her of putting milk into tea. Mmm.
Chara wrapped her arms around Frisk and began to lick and kiss her neck,
nibbling. She bit down a little bit too hard. Frisk yelped through her gag.
Chara paused, intrigued, and bit her again. Frisk yelped louder. A tingle of
pleasure sparked through Chara from listening to her. "Oh! So passionate! You
like it when I do that, don't you?" Frisk shook her head, teary-eyed. "You like
a bit of a sting." Chara reached under the bed and with a flourish, retrieved
her favourite silver knife. Frisk's eyes were wide with terror and she was
frantically trying to scream for help, struggling against her bonds. Chara
giggled and taking the knife down to her nether regions, began to slice. Frisk
shut her eyes tight.
The cold blade skipped over Frisk's delicate trembling skin as Chara sliced off
her skirt and panties with surgical precision. She continued upwards, all the
way up through her sweater. The knife was at Frisk's neck, and she opened her
eyes. Her eyes pleaded with Chara as she trembled violently. Chara smiled
kindly and put the knife down on the bedside table. With a flourish, she tossed
away the remains of Frisk's clothes. Frisk lay there helpless, immobile and
completely naked under Chara. Chara stared at Frisk's little pink kitty. Her
still-unripe forbidden fruit. Chara undid her own skirt and tossed it aside.
She took off her panties, sliding them off down her beautiful, feminine white
legs. She held them up to examine them; they were dripping with her own sweet
juices. A naughty grin spread across her face. She slipped them onto Frisk's
head, blindfolding her and forcing her to breathe through them.
Chara slipped into prone position to get a nice, close look at Frisk's
honeypot. Spreading it with a few fingers, She dug her nose right into it and
took a huge whiff. Pure sex and sweetness flooded Chara's olfactory system. Her
eyes rolled back in her head and she felt faint. Meanwhile, Chara's scent on
her panties was making Frisk dizzy too. As lovely as all this was, it wasn't
enough to make Chara get off. She needed to hurt her. She took the candle that
was lighting the room and poured some hot candle wax on Frisk's chest. Frisk
yelped from behind her gag, making Chara tingle all over. Chara, still pouring
the wax, kept the trail going on towards her belly. Frisk was wincing with pain
and Chara's sexual juices were beginning to drip freely. She reached the end of
the belly and closing her eyes, poured that hot wax all over Frisk's delicate
flower. Frisk screamed louder than Chara had ever heard, even with the gag on.
Chara, bracing herself, pulled out the gag. Piercing wails echoed through
Waterfall. Chara laughed innocently with a huge adorable smile on her sunny
cherub face.
A few minutes have passed. Frisk seemed to have calmed down and Chara sat on
the bed next to her, stroking her hair. Frisk opened her mouth to speak: "C-
Chara! Why are you doing this to me? I thought we were girlfriends! I thought
you liked me!" Tears stain the pair of Chara's panties still on her head,
mixing with the Chara juice. "No, Frisk, I don't like you. I don't like you at
all." Chara climbed on top of Frisk and lifted up the panties, letting her see.
Chara's smiling face was but an inch away from Frisk's. Her eyes glowed demonic
red and her mouth was contorted in a terrifying smile. " I L O V E Y O U , F R
I S K . " Frisk gasped, shut her eyes and turned away. " M O R E T H A N Y O U
W I L L E V E R K N O W . " She blindfolded Frisk again and relaxed, rosy and
cute once again. Frisk slowly opened her eyes, frightened. Chara carefully
untied Frisk's arms from the bed, making sure to still keep them held. She tied
them together instead. She picked up Frisk and carried her out of bed. Chara
carried Frisk, still bound, to the kitchen. She re-tied Frisk to a supporting
pole in the middle of the room, and left her to get something. What will it be?
Frisk is anxious.
Chara walked in the door and came right towards Frisk. Frisk watched her
perfect milky legs sway in a cat-like manner. Chara never walks like that.
What's she playing at? Chara produced a long, white cane from behind her back.
Oh no. Chara stood in front of Frisk with her legs spread, brandishing the
cane. She'd seen it in one of Toriel and Asgore's tapes once. "Friskie,
Friskie, Friskie... do you love me?" purred Chara, eyes glowing bright red as
she circled Frisk like a shark. "I love you, Chara! I promise! Just stop this!"
begged Frisk. "Not very convincing, Friskie~!" Chara landed a sharp blow on
Frisk's little plump rear. "Ah! No! Please, no! I don't know what to say! What
can I say that'll satisfy you?" whimpered Frisk, shivering in the cold. "What's
the matter, Friskie? I thought you had a way with words." Chara whacked her
again, in the exact same spot with pinpoint accuracy. Frisk howled. "Okay, so
you can't express your love for me with words." Tears run down Frisk's face.
"Then, you'll just have to show me!" Chara grabbed Frisk's messy mop with her
free hand and pushed her down on the pole.
Frisk's face was right between Chara's legs as she held her down. The sight of
Chara's wet virginal honeypot filled Frisk with determination. Wide-eyed, Frisk
shyly poked the tip of her tongue out and gave Chara's clit a taste, making her
shiver. It was working. Frisk whorishly stuck her whole tongue out and gave it
a good, broad lick. The wonderful taste of Chara's feminine juices made Frisk a
whole lot more enthusiastic about doing this. "Oh! Yes, Friskie, yes! Stick it
right in!" Chara pressed Frisk's face right into her pussy and gave her a sharp
cane stroke on the back to encourage her. She played with Frisk's mop of cute
messy brown hair as Frisk slobbered and sucked on her pussy as if it was the
best thing she'd ever tasted. It wasn't far from the truth. Frisk sucked and
nibbled on Chara's clit, stimulating it as hard as she could. "Frisk! Wowie wow
wow! Where did you learn to do it this well?" Chara pulled Frisk's hair
roughly, absolutely smothering Frisk with her pussy. She was shaking and
shivering all over! "I'm cu- I'm cumm, OH, FRISKIE, I'M COMING! AH!~" Chara
completely lost control of her limbs. She fell over backwards and lay on the
ground, twitching and shuddering. As her bodily control returned she sat up to
see Frisk, battered and abused, staring into space. She stood up and began to
untie Frisk. "Frisk... I'm sorry I did all this to you. We love each other,
always have. I understand now. I don't know what came over me. I'll never hurt
you again."
Chara helped Frisk to her feet. Frisk tried to push Chara away, but Chara
didn't accept it and took Frisk into a warm embrace. Frisk reluctantly
reciprocated. They stood there, in each others' arms, healing. Out of the blue,
Chara kneed Frisk in the stomach and knocked her to the ground! Frisk wheezed,
winded: "Chara! But why?" Chara smiled, showing plenty of teeth. "I just love
seeing you in pain, Friskie." Frisk softly sobbed until she fell asleep on the
cold tile floor. Chara gently picked her up and carried her to the bathroom.
Chara ran a warm, steamy bath. She added some lavender oil and white rose
petals, just how Frisk liked it. She lay the battle-scarred Frisk, still
sleeping, down in the tub and scrubbed all the dirt and grime off her with soap
and a silk towel. Need to make sure those wounds are clean. I don't want any
harm to come to something this beautiful, she thought as she sighed lovingly.
She applied ointment to Frisk where the wax had burned her. With golden flower
shampoo, she washed Frisk's hair thoroughly. Lifting Frisk out of the tub, she
dried her off gently, being careful around the wounded spots. She carried Frisk
off to bed and tucked her in tight with a quick kiss on the lips. A peaceful
smile came across Frisk's face. Chara slipped in next to her and buried her
face in Frisk's messy brown hair. She fell asleep to the beautiful smell of
golden flowers.
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