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again, before her punishment for trying to run away would be over.
    She remembered the look on the face of a girl on a video she had bought and deleted
     and then downloaded again, two or three times over the last month. The girl was supposed
     to be a soldier, who was being disciplined by a lieutenant and a sergeant in a unit
     called ‘Black Ops DP,’ where such discipline had to be carried out without reference
     to the code of military conduct.
    The lieutenant had sat on the couch, and the sergeant had put the girl on the lieutenant’s
     cock, facing away from him, her backside stretching painfully to take him, and the
     expression of woe on her face at having him there, and at the thought that the sergeant’s
     enormous cock was going to have to go in her pussy in just a moment, too, according
     to the unit’s own code of justice, gave Rose the faint feeling that only the dirtiest
     things could do.
    Rose looked in the mirror, and the expression on her face seemed to her to be the
     same one that girl had worn: woe—passionate discomfort—submissive pleasure.
    Looking at her face in the mirror, knowing that her new owner would see that face,
     as she bounced shamefully up and down on the porn-star cock of a man who had invaded
     her apartment and said he would take her for training as a concubine, she saw a wince
     cross her face as Master Leo twisted the punisher in her bottom-hole, and shook it
     a little bit, and it was as if she were in a porn video of her own. The thought somehow
     caused her next climax to hit her like a proverbial tidal wave, coming out of nowhere;
     not as big as the first one, but building over a longer period and keeping her muscles
     tight for long seconds. Her pussy, stretched by her master’s cock, and her bottom,
     punished by filling, clenched hard, and the pain of that made the orgasm seem to last
     forever.
    Then she was on the other side of the wave, and Master Leo was saying, “Good girl,”
     again, and, “See, Rose? I hope you never forget that you’re multi-orgasmic. Now come
     on, get going: it’s time for number three.”
    What did it mean? Why was Master Leo here? Why had they chosen her?
    The image of the Penthouse Forum and Schoolgirl Tales and the little pink vibrator on the couch where he had put them came into her mind.
     She remembered when Joanne had told her that she should try playing with herself,
     and the way she had blushed furiously, there over coffee. She had bought Schoolgirl Tales first. Joanne had recommended it, at the same time she had said to Rose, “This is
     going to be hard to hear, sweetie, but you need to explore your sexuality.”
    Rose had given a false kind of laugh, and said, “What sexuality?”
    But Joanne had smiled patiently and looked into her eyes and said, “I saw you when
     the cowboy spanked that girl in the movie.” It had been some forgettable Western,
     and the only thing Rose could remember from it now, full of Master Leo’s huge cock,
     was that one scene in the saloon, when the cowboy was displeased with the way the
     girl was comporting herself. Somehow, even though Rose had now gained quite a bit
     more experience of the kinds of spankings that one could find in movies of all sorts,
     and above all the ones that one could find in books and magazines, and on the Internet,
     that spanking in the western still was the thing that her mind went back to when the
     cute vibrator was in her bottom and she was rubbing her clit furiously, while pumping
     three fingers in and out with her left hand. It was always the cowboy’s big hand coming
     down hard, over and over on the Victorian bloomer-style underwear of the western girl.
    Thinking about that now, and watching herself think about it in the mirror, the orgasm
     was building even more easily than the second one had, and it seemed almost an afterthought
     when it broke over her and she realized that once again her back was arching and that
     Leo was stroking her hip,