Sakura watched Sasuke leave the room. Fear settled deeply into the pit of her stomach. She didn't want to leave Sasuke, not for any reason. She walked around the basement, exploring the different areas and devices that she'd likely be subjected to. She dug through a navy bin, embarrassed at what she was attempting. But she continued digging, she wanted desperately to be able to handle any torture Sasuke threw at her. She'd do anything to stay at his side. Finally she found a decide that felt familiar, a candle stick. She pulled it out and looked at the prestine white object.

What the hell am I supposed to do with this? She pondered. It didn't take long for her to figure it out. She searched the room quickly, finding a box of matches laying on a side stool next to a short wooden table. The table had cuffs at the bottom of each leg, Sakura struck one of the matches and lit her candle. She watched the flame flicker in her face, forcing her fears and anxiety down. She could do this. She had to do this. For Sasuke. Her beloved Sasuke, she would learn to love pain.

As the wax began melting, she extended her opposite arm out in front of her. Her arm, she thought, would be an easy place to start. Arms weren't a super sensitive body part and if the burns left marks, perhaps Sasuke could take credit and his father would continue believing they were doing as they should.

She tipped the candle.

Agony.

It was only a few drops, but the wax burned her flesh in a way she couldn't possibly prepare herself for. She furiously bit the inside of her cheek, forcing herself not to stop. She let a few more drops fall, whimpering and trembling with each one. Finally she couldn't handle it. She dropped the candle and let it roll away, clutching her arm close to her body. This isn't fair, why am I so weak? she didn't want to be. She dumped the bin over to get a better look at what she'd trifled through. Mostly black devices with a few gray or white ones scattered about, she recognized the paddle and whip Sasuke had used on the first day of her second training phase. Then the pinkette's eyes fell on another toy. She picked it up, examining it thoroughly. It was rather large, she decided, and had a switch on the side that offered 3 different "levels". She wasn't sure what that meant. Being as inquisitive as any 13 year old could be, she flipped the switch on the first level and it began to vibrate in her hand. She was mesmerized. She'd never seen or heard of a device quite like this. She pressed the vibration against the back of her hand, delighted at the sensation. It reminded her of a gentle massage. As she held the toy against her hand, another thought popped into her head. Perhaps she could use this to condition herself easier. It felt nice, didn't it? And she was suppose to learn how to sexually satisfy Sasuke and be a fully trained slave. She hated that word. It scared her. Sasuke loved her as she was, he often told her how much. She didn't especially want to change that aspect of her.

She did want to be able to have sex the way she was supposed to.

She placed the still-buzzing toy on the floor and straddled it, lowering her body against it. The contact made her breath hitch, but it was good. Unfamiliar, but nice. She looked around for another toy, something she could train her body with- luckily finding two clothespins within her reach. She wasn't sure what she was meant to do with them, but after further experimentation on her hands, she quickly came to the conclusion that she should attach them to her nipples. She did just that, surges of pain revisiting her. She decided it was best if she focused on the pleasant vibration, she was beginning to feel quite aroused. She'd never experienced this before. She sat on top of the toy, with her nipples pinched, alone in the basement for a while. The vibration continued massaging, teasing her body and it didn't take long for her mind to almost completely disregard the two clothespins attached to her. She felt her body heat up, her stomach felt like there was a rock in it. Deep down inside, building up. She tried to focus on her breathing. She wasn't exactly sure how much time had pass, but it felt like a long time. Her legs began to shake just moments before she felt another sensation wash over her. It was pleasure, pure bliss. Her body trembled and she carefully got off the toy, sitting on her knees. She allowed herself a few moments to catch her breath, but she was driven. She'd do anything to stay. She turned the toy off, not wanting to waste the battery, and scoured the floor for another toy. She found a piece of cloth. What's that doing here? It intrigued her. She knew it wouldn't cause her any pain, so she was at a loss as to why it was here. She picked it up, once again determined to figure out it's use.

It only took her about 15 minutes, and after that time she started the toy back up again. Unintentionally, she bumped the switch to the second level. She grabbed her clothespins and attached them once again, yelping at the familiar pain and positioning herself on top of it once more. The sensation built up once more, faster than the previous time. She heard sounds, moans, that she knew were hers. She was enjoying the vibration, the pain of her clothespins almost nonexistent this time. But then, she heard the lock click. She panicked. Moving on adrenaline alone, she tore the blindfold off and stumbled from the vibrating toy, sitting on her knees once again. She ripped the clothespins off her chest and screamed shortly. That one, she didn't think through. She still felt hot and she was still quite wet, but she was embarrassed for Sasuke to find her in such a state. Not one that he had put her in, anyway.

"Sakura, I'm... back?" He approached her, taking in the mess she'd made. "What were you up to while I was gone?"

"I.. I was just trying to figure out a way to handle pain..." He took a quick sweep of the floor, noticing almost instantly the still buzzing vibrator. He picked it up.

"You used this?" She nodded. "What else?" She pointed to the clothespins across the floor and the blindfold by her side. He then took the time to examine her body, her nipples were clearly freshly abused yet she didn't seem to be distressed. He looked at the floor next, noticing finally the slick area where he'd gotten the vibrator from. A coy smile came across his face.

"Did you finish?" He asked. She thought a moment.

"I.. I think so. Is that bad?"

"Not at all. You're brilliant, Sakura." He got on the floor beside her, wrapping one hand around her throat and pressing the vibrator against her leg. She looked at him with a slightly confused look. "You'll only cum with some pain. I'm going to make you into a little masochist." His voice must've dropped at least an octave. He quietly spoke to her, thoroughly enjoying her expression. His grip on her throat tightened a bit.

"S..Sasuke-kun.. what about.." She trailed off, he'd pressed the vibration against her again and she was too sensitive now to speak.

"Don't worry about that. You've given me an idea." He tightened once again, kissing her shoulder and moving up along her chin, cheek, and mouth. He kissed her passionately, holding her body still beneath him. Her legs kicked and flailed and she moaned desperately into his mouth. He tightened once more, cutting her air completely off. He subtly switched the vibrator up to it's highest setting and felt her body tense underneath him. She wouldn't hold out much longer. Her moaning had fizzled into pathetic little whines and drool dripped down her chin. His tongue explored inside her mouth.

Finally, she released. Her hips bucked and she was able to moan, again inside his mouth, lacking sound from his deprivation of air. Sasuke released his grip on her and took the vibrator away. She panted, laying limp on the floor covered in sweat. She took time to catch her breath, Sasuke quietly looking over her body.

"How was that?" He asked. She nodded, she enjoyed it greatly. "Then we've got a new plan." She sat up, slouching.

"What is this new plan, exactly? I thought training me to like pain was part of the second phase..."

"It is. But normally I'm not supposed to give you pleasure with it. And I'm supposed to break your mind as well. But I loved that, you looked... sexy." He blushed. She blushed. He'd called her cute, adorable, beautiful, pretty before. But never sexy. Sexy was new. Intimate. He continued speaking. "So I'll only teach you to be a masochist. Hell, you seemed to like it already. But..."

"But?"

"When the time comes, we'll need to pretend you're... the same as Izumi." She nodded, a wide dopey grin across her face. She leapt from her seat, toppling Sasuke with an adoring hug. Finally, she wouldn't have to leave him. She felt more joy than she knew how to deal with. Sasuke hugged her too. The two then got her dressed and led her out of the basement. Sasuke bathed her, dried her, and watched her dress in her pajamas once again. He kissed her nose and she left down towards her sleeping chambers.