Orochimaru's hideout:
The day of training was almost over, and Sasuke knew what was going to happen next. Sasuke began the journey back to his room, expecting the snake to be on his heels, but surprisingly, the sannin turned off and went down another corridor. He was relieved that he had finally been granted a break from Orochimaru's torture. However, his now rather optimistic (compared to usual) mind went sour when he saw Kabuto approach him.
"Lord Orochimaru has summoned you to his personal quarters tonight." Kabuto said plainly. "He requests you immediately. Don't keep him waiting." He smirked and walked away. Sasuke was annoyed that he had lead himself to believe Orochimaru didn't want his body that night. Of course he did. He always did.
Sasuke slowly made his way to the snake's chamber; he knew what was coming, and though it had been going on for several weeks, Sasuke was always dispirited and in pain after the assaults. He stood before his master's door and slid it open. He peered in to see Orochimaru rise from a chair and greet him.
"You have been awfully quiet lately, my dear Sasuke," Orochimaru purred. "Is something the matter?" Sasuke bit his tongue. He wanted to scream at the man, for he knew exactly why Sasuke avoided conversation with him.
"Answer me, boy."
"Nothing is wrong." He replied emotionlessly.
'Good. You know, Sasuke, you can admit to enjoying these experiences with me."
"You know as well as I do that I hate this!" Sasuke spat back when the snake provoked him. Orochimaru smirked when he saw the panic flash in Sasuke's eyes when he realized his mistake. He was not supposed to use that tone with Orochimaru; that was what got him into this mess, though he had a feeling that it would have come eventually either way.
"Rather testy, today. Aren't you?" Orochimaru questioned his prey. "Now remove your clothes." Sasuke did not want to go through this hell again, but knew that denying the snake his body would prove to cause more pain.
Sasuke stripped down to his boxers, but hesitated before going farther. He finally removed the last garment that shielded him from entry. "You are so perfect, Sasuke." Orochimaru remarked as he began to strip down. Sasuke diverted his eyes from the sannin's partially erect member. "I think we will start with something a little different."
Orochimaru pushed Sasuke back to his bed and laid him down on his back. The snake's tongue slithered down and wrapped itself around Sasuke's flaccid shaft. Though he did not want to be satisfied in any way by the sannin, his body, unused to such pleasurable touches, began to respond.
At the same time he worked Sasuke, Orochimaru forced the boy's legs back so he could enter him. He thrust in, completely sheathing himself in Sasuke. He watched eagerly as the boy's face contorted in agony. He continued to thrust in and out, pounding mercilessly against the Uchiha's rear while his tongue continued to stimulate the boy.
Sasuke felt a new kind of degradation. Instead of being able to cover his face from Orochimaru as he usually did, he was forced to let the snake watch his expressions that only proved his weakness. Instead of feeling pure and utter disgust as usual, pure hatred was the emotion that conquered his mind. He wanted to kill this man for doing such unspeakable things to him!
His thoughts were cut short as he felt himself and Orochimaru release simultaneously. Orochimaru looked at Sasuke, satisfaction written across his face. This enraged the Uchiha more. How could this man have caused him to feel such pleasure and affliction all at once? He could not understand it, yet his body betrayed him and allowed the satisfaction that the sannin was longing for.
Only an instant after the elder removed his relieved arousal from the boy, Orochimaru took Sasuke by the hair and pulled him from the bed and onto his knees. "Don't make this difficult, understood?" Orochimaru said as he moved his member towards Sasuke's mouth. Sasuke obeyed and allowed the thick organ to slide into his mouth. "That's a good pet." Orochimaru laughed as he watched the Sasuke's head bob.
Pet? Sasuke thought angrily. I am not his pet!
Acting on his renewed rage, and not considering the possible consequences, Sasuke bit down as hard as he could on the flesh that was deep in his throat. Orochimaru hissed and pulled away. He staggered back from where Sasuke sat on the floor. He turned and began to walk towards the door. Was he leaving? Had Sasuke succeeded in fighting off the assault? The answer came too soon.
Orochimaru reached into a cabinet that was locating near the exit. He turned back and approached Sasuke again, kunai in hand. "I would never do anything that would permanently scar that perfect body, but thanks to Kabuto, any injuries I inflict can be healed without leaving a mark." He kneeled down in front of Sasuke who was now desperately pushing himself across the floor to get away from Orochimaru. "Don't run away; it will only hurt a little."
Orochimaru cackled as he grabbed the boy's hair and pulled him close. Without any hesitation, he drove the sharp object into Sasuke's curse mark. Blood rushed to the surface and glided down the Uchiha's back. Sasuke screamed as the knife was plunged deeply into his skin.
He clutched Orochimaru's arm and tried to pull it away, but Orochimaru bound his wrist with his free hand. He scraped the blade down Sasuke's chest, leaving a trail of crimson blood behind. Sasuke breathed in ragged gasps as the blade sliced through his skin. The sannin continued to cut down Sasuke's abdomen, making his way to his exposed genitals. Suddenly, he removed the blade, only leaving about an inch of unmarked skin above Sasuke's shaft.
The boy sighed in relief when Orochimaru stood. "If you pull anything like that again," he hissed, "I will not hesitate to cut up that area as well. Now leave." He commanded. Sasuke did not hesitate for even a moment; he bolted to the door and fled to his room. When he arrived, he felt no comfort from the familiar surroundings.
He redressed himself and looked down at his chest. The smeared blood and red cut was easily visible since his shirt did not cover his chest. He sighed and plopped onto his bed. Kabuto would come by in the morning to seal the mark. But all he could think about now was how his whole body ached from the various forms of torture, and how he was powerless against the abuse.
Sasuke rose at an early hour; he wanted to avoid contact with Kabuto. He did not want anyone else's hands on him after his experience the night before. He decided to go and practice his lightning style jutsu by the nearby river. When he arrived, he felt another presence.
