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Chapter Eight
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THEY left the sitting room. One by one they proceeded out into the
hall, walking single file. Valerie enforced this with flicks of her whip,
bringing quick moans and soft cries from those she struck. Mark found
himself walking behind Kelli. He gazed with wondrous admiration at her
small childÕs bottom. It wiggled saucily, the chubby round cheeks swaying
in an exaggerated manner. Mark could not figure out if the girl was doing
it on purpose, or was simply young and frisky. She seemed delighted to be
able to walk about bare-bottomed, and as she moved down the hall with
her bottom waggling Mark looked down at her feet and saw that she was
walking on tip-toe. Somehow she had lost her high heels and she moved
along the stone floor in her stocking feet.
ÒYour shoes,Ó Mark said, when the girl peremptorily turned her head
and looked at him, glancing over her small shoulder at his penis. He spoke
softly, so as not to arouse ValerieÕs ire.
ÒOoooh. Yes!Ó was all Kelli said in reply, before turning her head
forward again, and giving her bottom a bawdy flourish.
Mark became aware of who was behind him. It was the Liverpool
man, who muttered something in English. Mark looked back, briefly, but he
did not have to in order to know what was right behind him. A big, thick,
veined penis, which bumped him in the ass once, right between his cheeks,
when the line suddenly stopped. (His own cock plunged inadvertently into
the mane of hair tumbling down KelliÕs back, leaving a stain of pre-cum
nestled deep in her locks.)
Mark reached back. With some annoyance he wiped away the deposit
of pre-cum that John had placed within his cheeks.
ÒSorry,Ó John whispered. Mark sensed a barely-concealed laugh in
the manÕs voice. He said nothing in reply.
Indeed very little was said, as the group of partiers moved down the
hall, and then out through a rear door and down another hall. It was more
dimly lit than the first hall had been. Lady Winston paused, before opening
the door to this second hall, and lit a candle. She held it aloft in a silver
candle holder. From the illumination provided she led the group forward.
Mark looked along the queue and saw the various females tensing and
shivering. Unlike the men, who walked with their hands free, the women
still bore the handcuffs which had been placed on them earlier. At the
same time, while cuffed like prisoners, they wore fine lingerie. It was an
incongruous sight, young women dressed for the bedroom and yet walking
with their wrists secured behind them by metal handcuffs. And what
really caused Mark to stiffen with pleasure, was the knowledge that these
women were to be whipped. Every one of them, on their bare bottoms,
while still clad in their beautiful silk stockings, with their frilly garters
tight around their flat bellies. Mark could see the women shivering as
they walked. Their naked bottoms quivered; tensing, relaxing, then
drawing inward again, as they contemplated what was in store for them.
Ahead of them all walked Lady Winston, proud, beautiful, holding the
candle high. Mark sensed Hell, if it existed, must be in prelude something
like this, the dead being driven by Valerie-like devils, a demon in chief
leading them on, taking them to the torments that awaited them. Is that
why they all had agreed to this? To experience, not quite vicariously,
what the Church preached awaited all sinners upon the expiration of life?
Had the warnings of eternal damnation grown in their minds to the point
where they could not resist having just a hint, just a taste of them?
Mark felt strangely delighted with his nakedness, with his virility.
His cock was hard, like a weapon. His balls were full, and eager for the
work which would result in their final release. Surely if Hell were like
this there must be a certain pleasure in it; being confined forever with
those who had enjoyed, too much, the ways of the flesh. Let the innocent
and the chaste go to their Heaven, to their never-ending communion! He
would savor being forever with the Playboy Playmates, the Penthouse
Pets, the Hustler Honeys, and all the bad little girls in Sweden who posed
in the nude at age 12. And to see them tortured, eternally! For indeed if
his reading of Dante had been correct, though the flesh in Hell might
suffer the most extreme tortures, it was instantly restored, to be
tormented yet again. Bodies in Hell were inviolate, immutable, eternal.
Little Kelli, walking in front of him, was like a flower. She had to be
whipped with care, lest she be permanently damaged. And even if Mark
took the greatest care with her, next year she would be 14, and then 15,
and soon she would be as old as her aunt, whom Mark had lost interest in.
Yet in Hell, if it were like what the Church said it was like, Kelli could be
whipped endlessly, and no matter how awful the whipping, no matter what
harm she sustained, she would be returned, at the instant her punishment
paused, to her former glory. Her body would be whole again, and unmarked.
And if she died at age 13 she would be forever 13, never 14, never (God
forbid!) as old as her aunt.
Mark trembled. Did the Church know what it was offering its
parishioners? And the Church-deniers, the atheists, did they know what
they were turning away from? Eternal damnation! Suddenly it had a ring
of paradise in MarkÕs aroused ears, and his penis, already painfully hard,
grew even harder.
ÒSorry,Ó the Liverpool man said again, as the line paused once more.
Mark felt JohnÕs penis stab into his ass.
ÒDamn,Ó Mark said, and reached back again, and once more wiped
away JohnÕs sperm.
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Ahead of them, there was the creak of old hinges. Mark looked over
the line of heads in front of him and saw a wooden door being drawn back.
It was opened by two naked men, Lady Winston standing to one side,
holding up her candle so that the men could see. They grunted as they
pulled back the door. Mark watched their bare muscles strain and realized
that the door must be heavy. When the door was open, all Mark saw beyond
was a black hole.
ÒStep in,Ó Lady Winston told the two men. With rather nervous
expressions on their faces they did; their bare cocks pointing with lewd
vulnerability into the darkness. Then the women followed, one by one, and
interspersed with them more men, until finally Kelli, and then Mark
stepped into the blackness.
In the dark, all Mark could hear was breathing. Some breathed more
quickly than others. Mark heard his own heart beating in his chest and
admired the females who had let themselves in for this, right down to
little 13-year-old Kelli, who stood somewhere beside Mark, her hands
bound behind her, the young naked teats on her chest pointing with tender
defiance into the unknown dark.
ÒThis sure beats a Haunted House,Ó someone muttered in the
blackness.
ÒIÕm scared,Ó a female voice confessed.
Lady Winston stepped into the room with her candle, but the
illumination was wavery, inadequate. Mark caught sight of glints of
metal. There was a gasp, a nervous laugh.
ÒShall I turn on the lights?Ó Lady Winston asked.
ÒPlease!Ó a female voice begged.
ÒPerhaps, though, you will not like what you see?Ó Lady Winston
teased.
ÒAnything is better than this darkness!Ó a female replied.
ÒThen your wish is my command,Ó Lady Winston said, and Mark
guessed, later, thinking back, that she must have savored this moment, for
there was a cry of dismay from all of the women when they saw what lay
in wait for them.
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The room was bare, stark. Its walls were composed of cement
blocks. They were piled atop one another to keep out both rain and
sunshine. The mortar that cemented them in place had long since dried
but, while drying, it had, in many places, oozed forth from the blocks. The
appearance of the walls was thus one of indifference, as of a room hastily
constructed, by workmen who had little interest in the project. And who
could have any interest in such a place, not knowing its true purpose?
Mark reflected to himself. He gazed at the ceiling and it was wood,
supported by exposed iron I-beams that stretched from one indifferent
cement-block wall to the other.
ÒYes, IÕm afraid some people have old foundries, or summer houses,
or such places for their games, but I had no such place, and had to
construct my own,Ó Lady Winston said. ÒThe contractor found it rather
odd to be asked to build a concrete block walkway, leading out to an
unfurnished concrete block room. Yet what was I to do? My home does not
have a cellar, and all of the rooms in it seemed too quaint, too pleasant,
for the games I had in mind. So I built this. It is spartan, and without any
accommodating flourishes. Just cement-brick walls, a cement floor, and a
sturdy wooden roof. However I think you will agree that I was quite
inventive in the type of devices I chose to place within it.Ó
The moans of dismay arising from the women had not abated. Mark
felt a certain horror passing over the assembled partiers as they gazed at
Lady WinstonÕs ÒdevicesÓ. He saw a rack, upon which a hapless body could
be stretched to the breaking point, and beyond. There was a chair, with no
bottom to it, and on the floor under the nonexistent seat there was a
brazier, with coals in it, waiting to be lit. Mark spotted a cage, nestled
between a whipping post in the shape of a cross, and a doctorÕs
examination table. The cage was too small for anyone to stand up in. Mark
imagined little Kelli placed in it, where she would sit, wide-eyed, safe for
the moment, but forced to listen to the moans of the tortured, and to see
their bodies abused. He saw shackles hanging from the ceiling. In those
he imagined himself, and he wondered what it would be like to be put into
them, just as he was, desperate to cum, with his penis erect and his balls
full to bursting. There, in such shackles, with his arms conveniently
lifted above his head and out of the way, he might be left to hang for days.
He could be fed, he could be given water, he might even piss, but the one
thing he would not be able to do was cum. Not, at least, without
permission. Oh he might be tormented, his cock might be teased, but it
might also be left to stand up stiffly between his legs for days, hungry
and yet unsatisfied, admired yet never given the chance to release its
tension. The very thought of such a possibility caused Mark to grab his
cock, with both hands, and to massage it. Only with difficulty, and a
determined effort, was he able to let go of himself. He would await what
came, naked and hard, no matter how awful and prolonged it proved to be.
ÒOh! I do not like this!Ó a woman cried, seeing all the malevolent
things in the blockhouse.
ÒI wish to go home!Ó another lingerie-clad female said. But a third
expressed what Mark guessed were the feelings of the majority: ÒIt is
beautiful, in a frightening way,Ó she confessed.
And that is how Mark felt, both thrilled and appalled. He reached for
little Kelli and put his arms around her. She snuggled against him
wordlessly, letting him hold her, letting him feel the shivering of her
body, even as she felt the tension palpitating in his own limbs, especially
that which now pressed ardently into her long mane of hair, and left an
oozing stain of pre-cum there.
ÒBehold the whipping block,Ó Lady Winston said. She reached down,
still holding her candle. She drew a sheet off of an object sitting on the
floor. When exposed, it proved to be a large stone, square-cut by a mason,
with rounded, bevelled edges. Fastened to its rear face were leather
restraints. In a mirror, perhaps placed so that a penitent lying over the
block might see her face, and the state of her emotions, Mark saw that
leather restraints were bolted to the stoneÕs front face as well.
ÒMust- must we crouch over that?Ó a woman gasped.
ÒYes. Each of you will in turn lie upon it, and experience first-hand
the bite of the whip and, more importantly, the receptive emotional state
which a well-applied which can induce, which will then permit you to
take, in your bottom, the member of your lover,Ó Lady Winston answered.
ÒReally, it is more frightening than it looks,Ó she smiled. ÒI shall provide
a cushion, to be shared among you, which will support your belly, and
allow for a bit of comfort. The straps will not be too tight. The whipping
will not be overly fierce. However if you should find that you like the
position, and wish to visit me again, I do occasionally have a professional
whip master visit me, from India, and he can give you any severity of
whipping you may wish for. Tonight though it shall just be a taster. May I
have a volunteer?Ó
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ÒI shall go first,Ó Rose, the Asian woman, said suddenly. She
stepped forward. She flung back her long, dark hair and seemed not at all
displeased to have all the eyes in the room fix themselves on her naked
body.
ÒAh, yes. Rose,Ó Lady Winston said. ÒValerie, undo RoseÕs handcuffs,
would you please?Ó The blonde stepped forward. She had her whip lifted
up to her lips, and she was biting, lightly, into the tip of the stick portion
of the whip. The cord of the whip swung between her breasts as she
walked, bumping first one naked breast, then the other. Gently she plucked
the whip from her mouth and laid it down, at an angle, against the stone
block. Then she took from her right stocking, where it was thrust into the
elasticized top of the stocking, a key. It was gold. It could unlock all the
womenÕs handcuffs. She inserted into RoseÕs handcuffs, as the Asian
woman stood patiently, waiting. A moment later there was a click, and
Valerie pulled the cuffs from RoseÕs wrists. Rose sighed. She brought her
hands in front of herself and rubbed her wrists. Her nude bosoms shook as
she soothed her wrists with her fingers.
ÒAre you ready?Ó Lady Winston asked Rose.
ÒYes,Ó the Asian woman replied. Her voice was soft. Submissively
she bowed her head. Her long black hair tumbled forward over her bare
shoulders.
ÒThen kneel down,Ó Lady Winston said.
ÒAlright,Ó Rose agreed. She walked the remaining steps to the block,
which was just in front of her, and bent down.
ÒWould you like a cushion for your knees, as well as your belly?Ó
Lady Winston asked.
ÒYes,Ó Rose answered.
Lady Winston went to a shelf. There were several small cushions
piled upon it and she took down three of them. She walked over to Rose
and, as the woman was squatting, her knees not yet quite on the floor, she
slipped two cushions under RoseÕs knees, and tossed a third onto the block,
for Rose to press her belly against. With the cushions in place, Rose
assumed the position for a whipping. She did it easily, without having to
be forced, or even touched. She had tasted the whip before, and now she
took pride in showing the other women how a female was to arrange
herself over the block for punishment. Putting her face to the hard stone,
she reached down in front of it, and grasped the leather restraints. At the
same time she opened her legs, so that her sex could be easily seen, and
her bottom was properly offered, as if for sacrifice. It was a plump,
round, high bottom, heart-shaped. Rose spread her knees wide apart so
that the crack between her cheeks opened, giving a glimpse of her nether
hole.
ÒYes. See, ladies? This is the correct pose,Ó Lady Winston told her
guests. ÒJust as Rose is doing it now. There must be no hesitation in your
posture, no holding back. You must offer yourself with complete trust to
the man who will whip you. Your legs must be opened, wide apart, showing
your sex to your lover.Ó
ÒBut might we not be stung?Ó a woman asked.
ÒOn your sex? Of course, if your lover wishes it,Ó Lady Winston said.
ÒBut doesnÕt it hurt?Ó the woman said.
ÒYes of course. Of course it would hurt,Ó Lady Winston said. ÒThere
would be no trust involved if you offered a part of yourself that could not
be hurt. Show your sex. Let your lover do as he pleases with it. Perhaps
he will choose to sting your cunt with his whip. Or maybe he will be
inept, and sting you accidentally. Will you ever know, really? It doesnÕt
matter. What matters is the trust between yourself and him, or her, if it
is a woman that you choose to display yourself to. That is the essential
element: the offering, and accepting, of trust.Ó
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Lady Winston raised a hand to her hair and brushed it back. Lifting
her chin, raising her eyes from RoseÕs submissive form, she spoke to
Valerie: ÒWould you please do the honor of buckling Rose into the
restraints?Ó she said.
ÒYes, maÕam,Ó Valerie answered. Swiftly she bent and, with expert
fingers, she bound RoseÕs ankles. She fixed them into the restraints in the
wide-apart pose in which the Asian woman offered herself. Indeed, given
the placement of the restraints on the block, there was no other posture in
which a person could be bound. When Valerie had fastened RoseÕs legs, she
went round to the front of the block, and bent and secured her wrists.
Mark watched ValerieÕs naked bosoms swaying back and forth as she
fastened the Asian womanÕs hands. When Valerie was done she stood up,
and walked over to the whip which she had left angled against the side of
the block.
ÒShall I, maÕam?Ó Valerie asked Lady Winston. Both women
displayed sparkling eyes.
ÒYes,Ó Lady Winston said. Then she looked into the crowd of guests
for the Asian man, who had brought Rose to the party. ÒSir, if you would,
there is vaseline sitting on the floor behind that cage,Ó she said. ÒGo and
get it and prepare your penis. Oil yourself well for I wish to see Rose
penetrated in her behind.Ó Mark expected Lady Winston to ask the Asian
man for permission to have Valerie do the whipping. But she did not, and
the Asian man did not protest. Instead there was a certain meekness in
his manner as he walked to the cage, and then looked behind it, for the
bottle of Vaseline. He found it and pulled open the top and liberally
squirted his cock. Then he began rubbing himself, smoothing the oil all
over his member. As he did this his breath deepened, and his brow
furrowed. His natural male desire for dominance crept back into his
personality and his brow furrowed.
ÒI would prefer to whip her myself,Ó the Asian man said suddenly, as
Valerie struck the air with her whip, making Rose flinch.
ÒYou will, but I wish to see Valerie have at her first,Ó Lady Winston
said. ÒAs hostess I do enjoy some prerogatives, do I not?Ó
ÒYes. I suppose so,Ó the Asian man said gruffly.
All eyes were now transfixed by RoseÕs bottom, as Valerie gave her
whip another swing, again only testing it, making it snap in the air just
above and behind RoseÕs waiting posterior. Mark was awed by the white
expanse of perfectly round, perfectly poised rear-flesh. The Asian woman
had a slim bottom, each cheek molded in the shape of a spherical ball, each
resembling fine porcelain, as if the merest touch of the whip would cause
irreparable harm. Yet she arched her buttocks willingly, inviting whatever
the whip brought, only shivering slightly, which added to the allure of her
ass, for it showed, in quivering, that it was indeed flesh, and that its
possessor would feel the bite of the leather when the whip fell.
Valerie drew in her breath. Her naked bosoms rose on her chest, the
tips jiggling, hard, excited. Then suddenly she let the whip fly again. This
time she did not strike the air. She hit RoseÕs bottom. There was a sound
of leather snapping against vulnerable flesh as, simultaneously, the Asian
womanÕs breath caught in her throat.
ÒOooh!Ó Rose said. She heaved briefly on the block. Her ass did a
little dance, wriggling and retracting under the blow, only to flex outward
again. She waited, as before, but now there was a distinct red mark on her
right bottom cheek. Mark wanted to run forward and kiss it.
A woman beside Mark licked her lips. Little Kelli trembled in his
arms. He felt an excitement coursing through the guests, a kind of
cathartic vulnerability which they all were now sharing. For all of the
women would, ultimately, hunch over that very same block, with that very
same pillow pressed to their belly. And all of the men would have to oil
their cocks, as the Asian man was now doing. And whatÕs more the men
would have to do it, despite their arousal, without spilling themselves on
the floor. They would have to oil themselves and plunge into their loversÕ
bottom. They would have to serve her, even as they raped her, giving her a
sufficient number of strokes before cumming inside her. It would be hard.
It would not be easy. The womanÕs bottom would be hot. Not only on the
inside, from her internal heat, and from her excited state, but also on the
outside, where the whip had done its work. The men would be tested, in
this final, copulative act. Each would strive to give more than the next
man had. Each would wish to please, or perhaps to torture, his lover with
the maximum number of penis strokes.
Yet even as they stood fearfully watching, fearfully contemplating
the fate they would share, Mark sensed a kind of sadistic pleasure in the
guests. Did they enjoy seeing Rose suffer? Yes, he guessed, they did, even
though, for many of them, this was an entirely new emotion, a new
experience for them. Still, to see a woman so receptively poised, and so
open to attack, it was heady. It was unexpected and strangely pleasurable.
Mark looked around himself, at the other guests. Their eyes were bright.
Hungrily they watched as the whip struck anew. Rose shouted, for the
whip fell in an unexpected place, inbetween her cheeks, right above her
hole.
ÒAgain,Ó Lady Winston commanded, even as Rose clenched her hiney,
still recovering from the shock of being touched by the whip in so
intimate a place.
Kelli shivered in MarkÕs arms. He bent and whispered to her. He told
her that he would be careful with her when her turn came.
Valerie lashed the whip across both RoseÕs cheeks. The sound of the
leather upon the womanÕs flesh was loud, like a pistol shot. The Asian
woman screamed. Rebelliously she drew in her cheeks and then,
involuntarily, let them spread forth again, offering themselves in their
rubbery glory as her scream died away.
ÒHarder!Ó Lady Winston ordered. Again Valerie let the whip fly, not
giving Rose any time to rest, striking her again on both halves of her
bottom, leaving a bright red mark in her wake, above another red mark
which was already there.
The Asian woman screamed louder this time. When at last her
scream faded, she said, in a soft quiet sob, ÒOh, God!Ó
ÒYes!Ó Lady Winston crowed. ÒDid you think you would be spared,
Rose dearest, simply because you have such a flawless white bottom, with
such fine Asian skin? Your bottom is not unique here. We are all
beautiful. However I shall give you a special treat, since you agreed to go
first. I am going to unbuckle you, dear, and allow you to stand up. Yes, you
shall stand, and with your reddened bottom you will tell everyone how you
feel. And then, after a bit of rest, I am going to buckle you down again,
and your whipping will continue. What do you think of that, hmmm?Ó
ÒOh, no!Ó Rose said. She shook her head. Her long black hair swished
on the floor in front of her face, where it fell down the face of the block.
Lady Winston laughed and ordered Valerie to undo the girl. Valerie obeyed,
and with great humiliation Rose managed to stand, assisted by Lady
Winston, and she endured questions from the guests as to the state of her
bottom. All the while she wriggled, her bottom tensing, and even when
she was given a glass of wine to drink she still could not stop moving,
owing to the heat which the whip had already induced in her ass. Finally
she was buckled down onto the block again, and all the guests admired her
courage as she opened her legs yet again, letting Valerie bind her legs as
she had before. Indeed this time it took a bit of nudging from Lady
WinstonÕs foot, pushing the womanÕs legs apart to the proper distance.
ÒI shall use this polished heel I am wearing to kick you in your
asshole if you do not obey, dear,Ó Lady Winston said by way of
encouragement, as she induced Rose to spread her legs.
The whipping continued. Rose shouted, bucked, resisted. She was
made to cry by the whip and Lady Winston laughed at her tears. Finally,
when RoseÕs bottom was quite red, she let her head droop, and it did not
rise again when the whip struck, except tiredly, as if in silent, exhausted
admission of her surrender. Then it was that Lady Winston pointed to
RoseÕs lover, the Asian man.
ÒIt is your turn with the whip, sir,Ó Lady Winston said. The man
stepped forward, his penis rampant, glistening with the oil he had applied
to it. He examined RoseÕs ass and then gently kissed it. Rose gave a bitter
howl at the touch of his lips.
ÒShe has had enough of the leather,Ó the Asian man said. ÒI shall
give her my penis.Ó
ÒIn the bottom hole,Ó Lady Winston told him.
ÒUh, yeah,Ó the Asian man said. And so he did, despite RoseÕs
clenching resistance, and he gave her a full two dozen strokes before
finally succumbing to her ardent squeezing, releasing himself into her
guts.
With sperm dripping from her nether hole, Rose was unbuckled.
Awkwardly she stood up. The Asian man helped her back into the crowd,
and Lady Winston, still eager for more, looked at Kelli.
ÒYouÕre next,Ó she said to the 13-year-old girl.
Mark felt Kelli freeze in his arms.
ÒNo!Ó Kelli shouted, suddenly.
ÒYou must!Ó Mark ordered. His voice was uncommonly rough. He
urged her forward and she resisted, kicking her feet. But she had lost her
heels and so she was merely in her stockings, and they did not hurt as they
battered against MarkÕs legs. He dragged her forward to the block.
Together with Lady Winston and Valerie he got her down over the block,
pressing her belly to the same cushion, now warm and slightly moist, that
the Asian woman had felt beneath her own stomach. Her knees bumped
against the floor and Mark got the cushions which had supported the Asian
womanÕs knees under KelliÕs.
The Original
by Will Dockery
the original
the original is on the street
there is danger
with this typical unpredictable
kind of beat
the original beatnik of Columbus
sits with me often in the shadows
it's an original kind of day
the park is dark and the moon is framed by it.
I am an original, second-generation beat
my swim blurs and demurs
in this wide open futureopolis
wristwatch docamus clockamus
gimping along with the new queen of hippies.
Simpering bombastic slugs of Speakeasy
not all are bad some are in fact good people
the English hate me now, and I they.
The stout visage and the black Irish beat
the flower lady is a beautiful gimping geek
sells the bouquet so she can smoke a few
rocks and cans and rubber band
a web of beautiful evil
what new psychic rubbish can be found
on these glowing Shadowville streets?
"Carnage and destitution spread worldwide now
these are the end times, man.
Die now and I'll aquire immortality for you."
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THE TRUTH AT LAST!
ÒI do not believe that women are nicer people than men. And I donÕt
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power the nicer a world it will be.Ó
- Natalie Angier, author of Woman, an Intimate Geography. (Charlie Rose,
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