The look on Sasuke-kun's face showed the panic and fear as he was ushered into Sakura's bedroom, and a moment later, the shame that he felt said panic and fear.
Shame. Fear. Pleasure. Those are the key to the boy.
Sakura tried to keep the words in mind that her mother had spoken, instead of just taking advantage of her Voice to... have her way with Sasuke. That was the easy way, and likely one that would just disappoint her mother.
"We're going to talk, Sasuke-kun," She was proud of the way she managed to keep her voice steady. "And then I'm going to let you decide on what you want to do."
Choices. Or an illusion of such would be vital in retaining long term control.
"But first," the pink haired kunoichi sat down on the edge of her bed, with a bottle of medical lotion. Patting her lap, it was clear what she wanted. "Bend over, we'll have that looked after."
As Sasuke lay down on her lap, Sakura sighed with a small measure of contentment as she stroked the warm bottom of her team mate. The redness from the earlier spanks still felt warm against her cool hand. A little indulgence never hurt anyone... right?
You must be hard. Never ever second guess yourself. Not while you're using the Voice.
With care and a gentleness, that she didn't know she possess, Sakura rubbed the lotion on the warm redness of Sasuke's skin. She was also surprised that her hand hadn't 'accidentally' slipped down there, guided by the curvature of Sasuke's rear, to the hardness that she knew was there as it bumped against her thigh. She could feel the erection as Sasuke squirmed in her lap as she applied the medical lotion to the blistered bottom.
"Is it really that bad? Here in Konoha that you have to run away?" Sakura's voice was normal now as she continued to apply the lotion. She wanted him to listen to her and think. "To trust that whoever you were running to... that snake nin, right? Wasn't lying to you? That he'd give you what you wanted?"
That low growl and followed by that contemplative hnnn was evidence enough to Sakura that he was paying attention to what she was saying. Somewhat distracted by their relative positions and likely how nice it felt to have soothing creme applied to the rather crimson rear, but paying attention.
"I think you're not that gullible... I think that you like being told what to do," The shock from Sasuke was palpable to Sakura as he stiffened at what she said. "Implied like your brother telling you to kill him or be killed. Or not so implied when that snake nin got into your head and offered you things."
"Th... that's not true," The heat in Sasuke's response after he recovered from his shock.
"Isn't it," She murmured back softly, a single finger upon the small of his back. "You haven't tried to escape since I caught you."
"You... you made me. That... that voice of yours," He snarled, but no attempt was made to escape her laughable hold with a single finger.
"Yes. I made you. And you liked it. Just like I made you lie down on my lap, and you liked it," now her other hand slipped ever slightly to cup the one body part that the last Uchiha had to prize almost as great as his eyes. "Say what you will, if you didn't like it. You would have escaped."
"Before you go 'sit' on me again?" There was a whining undertone now to Sasuke's voice as if he were mentally decrying about how unfair things were.
"Let's assume I didn't do that, and you do run away. How far do you think you'll get before being caught by the ANBU? Do you honestly think that the Hokage wouldn't send a recovery team after you?" Sakura sighed as her retreated upwards to a 'safe' area in its application of lotion. "And if you do get away... what do you honestly think an enemy village would do to a bloodline limit user like the last Uchiha. I honestly don't want to think of you ending up blind, crippled and milked for your seed."
The hiss of denial from him didn't get far. Dying down in the face of her words.
"Wouldn't it be better to stay in Konoha. We're a team, right? Naruto, you and me. And Kakashi-sensei. And if you can't bring yourself to trust us. To work together towards a goal. Then... what kind of a team would we be?" Sakura hoped. Really, she did hope that this would convince him. That she wouldn't need to use the Voice on him.
"And if you need directions. If you really prefer that someone control you. To not feel guilty about things you do, because you're being made to do things. Being forced." Her voice slipped, for the slightest bit. To emphasis her last word and intent with the echo of the Voice of Command. "Controlled."
"I can do that. So, what will it be, Sasuke-kun? Will you run away to have your eyes harvested by some freak? I'll let you go, no attempts from me to stop you. Or... you can stay here. It'll be your choice."
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I am now a practitioner of Thread Necromancy!
Shame. Fear. Pleasure. Those are the key to the boy.
Sakura tried to keep the words in mind that her mother had spoken, instead of just taking advantage of her Voice to... have her way with Sasuke. That was the easy way, and likely one that would just disappoint her mother.
"We're going to talk, Sasuke-kun," She was proud of the way she managed to keep her voice steady. "And then I'm going to let you decide on what you want to do."
Choices. Or an illusion of such would be vital in retaining long term control.
"But first," the pink haired kunoichi sat down on the edge of her bed, with a bottle of medical lotion. Patting her lap, it was clear what she wanted. "Bend over, we'll have that looked after."
As Sasuke lay down on her lap, Sakura sighed with a small measure of contentment as she stroked the warm bottom of her team mate. The redness from the earlier spanks still felt warm against her cool hand. A little indulgence never hurt anyone... right?
You must be hard. Never ever second guess yourself. Not while you're using the Voice.
With care and a gentleness, that she didn't know she possess, Sakura rubbed the lotion on the warm redness of Sasuke's skin. She was also surprised that her hand hadn't 'accidentally' slipped down there, guided by the curvature of Sasuke's rear, to the hardness that she knew was there as it bumped against her thigh. She could feel the erection as Sasuke squirmed in her lap as she applied the medical lotion to the blistered bottom.
"Is it really that bad? Here in Konoha that you have to run away?" Sakura's voice was normal now as she continued to apply the lotion. She wanted him to listen to her and think. "To trust that whoever you were running to... that snake nin, right? Wasn't lying to you? That he'd give you what you wanted?"
That low growl and followed by that contemplative hnnn was evidence enough to Sakura that he was paying attention to what she was saying. Somewhat distracted by their relative positions and likely how nice it felt to have soothing creme applied to the rather crimson rear, but paying attention.
"I think you're not that gullible... I think that you like being told what to do," The shock from Sasuke was palpable to Sakura as he stiffened at what she said. "Implied like your brother telling you to kill him or be killed. Or not so implied when that snake nin got into your head and offered you things."
"Th... that's not true," The heat in Sasuke's response after he recovered from his shock.
"Isn't it," She murmured back softly, a single finger upon the small of his back. "You haven't tried to escape since I caught you."
"You... you made me. That... that voice of yours," He snarled, but no attempt was made to escape her laughable hold with a single finger.
"Yes. I made you. And you liked it. Just like I made you lie down on my lap, and you liked it," now her other hand slipped ever slightly to cup the one body part that the last Uchiha had to prize almost as great as his eyes. "Say what you will, if you didn't like it. You would have escaped."
"Before you go 'sit' on me again?" There was a whining undertone now to Sasuke's voice as if he were mentally decrying about how unfair things were.
"Let's assume I didn't do that, and you do run away. How far do you think you'll get before being caught by the ANBU? Do you honestly think that the Hokage wouldn't send a recovery team after you?" Sakura sighed as her retreated upwards to a 'safe' area in its application of lotion. "And if you do get away... what do you honestly think an enemy village would do to a bloodline limit user like the last Uchiha. I honestly don't want to think of you ending up blind, crippled and milked for your seed."
The hiss of denial from him didn't get far. Dying down in the face of her words.
"Wouldn't it be better to stay in Konoha. We're a team, right? Naruto, you and me. And Kakashi-sensei. And if you can't bring yourself to trust us. To work together towards a goal. Then... what kind of a team would we be?" Sakura hoped. Really, she did hope that this would convince him. That she wouldn't need to use the Voice on him.
"And if you need directions. If you really prefer that someone control you. To not feel guilty about things you do, because you're being made to do things. Being forced." Her voice slipped, for the slightest bit. To emphasis her last word and intent with the echo of the Voice of Command. "Controlled."
"I can do that. So, what will it be, Sasuke-kun? Will you run away to have your eyes harvested by some freak? I'll let you go, no attempts from me to stop you. Or... you can stay here. It'll be your choice."
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Writer's notes - it lives!!!
I am now a practitioner of Thread Necromancy!
