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TORRID TWEENS
Chapter Ten
Brittney was not put to bed early that night. Her weal was fading,
no longer bothering her, and Ellen, inspecting the girlÕs behind after dinner
said,
ÒWe must do something about that. It will be gone soon.Ó
ÒYes,Ó Samuel agreed. Brittney looked with perplexed eyes from one
guest to another. They smiled, as if in common agreement on something.
Ellen said to Brittney,
ÒI must take you to see Marie.Ó
In truth there was no need to see Marie, Ellen could have taken care
of the matter herself, or Samuel for that matter, or no doubt the two
rough boys who had been invited to stay for the evening. But something
about those who owned Brittney (that was the best word for it) made them
flinch at the thought of giving her what she really needed. Perhaps it was
her incredible beauty; always at the last minute, despite internal
longings, the trainer-to-be sought to palm her off on somebody else. Let
them carry the guilt of it; they would, perhaps, watch. Or simply listen,
or wait for a call on a phone.
Marie proved to be a formidable-looking woman of Icelandic
ancestry. She was tall, blonde as a field of daisies at noon, and lean. She
was curvaceous but in an athletic way; she looked as if she might have
stepped out of a Nike ad. As the first stars came out in the night sky Ellen
brought Brittney to the woman. The blonde took Brittney into a sitting
room in her house and looked her over.
ÒI understand you are in training to become a dominatrix,Ó Marie said
matter-of-factly to Brittney. The girl blinked. She had not heard before
of this particular goal. She was just striving to please those around her.
ÒShe is,Ó Ellen said, and Marie shook her head.
ÒI cannot say I approve,Ó Marie said. ÒIt would place her in a very
high rank amongst us to be declared a domme at such a young age.Ó
ÒShe still requires training,Ó Ellen said.
ÒObviously,Ó Marie answered. ÒLook how she blushes, sitting there
now.Ó Marie got up and went to the couch where Brittney was sitting with
Ellen. She sat down next to the girl, squeezing her between the two of
them. Brittney was dressed in black stockings and a waistcoat and blouse
and skirt, complete with a modest cap on her head. Marie reached up and
took off BrittneyÕs cap, laying it in her own lap. Brittney blinked again;
her hands scrabbling up, too late, to keep the cap from being taken off her.
Marie looked at BrittneyÕs breasts, substantial and eye-catching even with
the waistcoat buttoned over them. Marie took the coatÕs top button in her
fingers. It was made of silver, not pure but delicate and shiny all the
same. Marie pulled the button free of itÕs accompanying hole. BrittneyÕs
jacket arched out a little, presenting an opening through which the very
top of her lacy black bra could be seen. Her blouse was decollete, its deep
cut did not hide the silken swell of her bosoms; the jacket was required
for that.
ÒI am going to ask you to do something very special tonight,Ó Marie
said to Brittney. She undid her second button. The girl looked down at
herself, briefly. Her jacket arched out more. To her dismay, her tits
jutted more freely, without the enclosing jacket pulled tight across them.
More of her black-silk bra was now visible. ÒI am going to ask you to
submit to torture,Ó Marie said to the girl. A gasp escaped from Brittney.
Marie undid her third button. The halves of BrittneyÕs jacket spread
farther apart. Her tits jutted more. Ellen, who was holding BrittneyÕs
hand, gave it a gentle reassuring squeeze.
Marie was not about to reassure the girl. She spoke to her bluntly,
undoing the last button of BrittneyÕs jacket, then pulling the halves apart
with both hands so that BrittneyÕs blouse could be seen all the way down
to the waistline of her dress. Within it her tits loomed, the low cut of her
blouse not keeping Marie from admiring the expensive quality of her bra.
ÒYou come here to me tonight dressed as if for an expensive business
date,Ó the woman said. ÒWell, I am all business. Let me tell you this,
though: to submit to torture properly you must be naked. As you may have
already learned, the domme in such situations is not naked. I will be
dressed throughout your session as I am now, in a skirt and blouse and
boots. In fact I shall add something: gloves. I do not wish to handle your
skin directly, though it is very fine skin, and pretty. But there is a certain
comfort in the human touch, and you must be denied that. You must feel
only my cold leather gloves, clinical and dispassionate in the way they
handle you. There will be no pleasure here; you had that, I understand,
earlier today, with two boys. Here there is only agony. But delivered with
precision and care, to train your young body in the ways of our profession.
If you agree to stay with me here tonight do not expect any tender kisses,
any kind words of consolation. I am not about consolation. I am also not
one to give compliments. Your mistress will receive my report after I am
finished with you.Ó
Marie continued talking, but Brittney was by now too confused and
frightened to listen to what she was saying. She sat dumbly, shivering a
little, as the two women undressed her. When she was naked except for
her black thigh-high stockings and elegant heels, they made her get up and
serve them liquor. She did it bare bottomed, the two women frankly
admiring the curving vulnerability of her behind as she went about her
chore. Brittney was not allowed any liquor. Marie said it would
anesthetize her, and she was here to feel pain.
Downstairs, when Brittney had lost possession of her stockings and
heels, Marie showed her the dungeon. It was almost too awful to
contemplate. Ellen had left by the time this happened and Brittney was
forced to stand alone, trembling, tears in her eyes as the Icelandic woman
donned black gloves. Then without further introduction she took Brittney
to a wooden rack. It was a large X in shape, with an inconvenient hump in
the middle of it. Since Marie had been phoned in advance about Brittney
coming, she had already placed a block of wood at the base of the hump to
elevate little BrittneyÕs body to the point in the X where the hump would
push out BrittneyÕs hips. Taking Brittney to the X, Marie said to the girl,
in a polite but matter-of-fact voice,
ÒWould you please get up on the block.Ó Marie held Brittney by her
hand; when she said this she slipped her other hand under BrittneyÕs elbow
and gently lifted it. BrittneyÕs bare feet remained glued to the floor,
despite the fact that it was made of stone and cold. Marie coughed in
disapproval. She took her hand from BrittneyÕs elbow and placed it under
the curve of her ass. Her finger stroked warningly across BrittneyÕs welt,
which, despite being almost gone now, made Brittney shiver at the
remembrance of how SamuelÕs birch had burned her there. Again Marie
said, ÒWould you please get up on the block,Ó and she lifted Brittney by her
bottom. Brittney let out a cry. The womanÕs palm lifted her with
strength; before the girl knew it she was standing bare foot on the block
of wood that had been laid out for her.
Straps were fastened to BrittneyÕs wrists. Then her arms were
yanked unceremoniously upright by Marie, high over the girlÕs head, as if
she were suddenly being forced to reach up with both hands and touch the
sky. The straps around BrittneyÕs wrists were big thick furry weight-
bearing straps, that could hold her tight without cutting. But Marie did
not pull BrittneyÕs arms absolutely taut. She left room for Brittney to
bend her elbows. A moment later the girl found out why. Marie pulled both
BrittneyÕs ankles toward the back of the XÕs two legs. This forced
Brittney into a slight crouch, the hump of the X, which was already
pressing against her hips, throwing her bottom more luridly backward as
she was forced into a semi-hanging position. Of course, bending her knees
somewhat now, since her ankles were being pulled in to the back of the XÕs
legs, pulled BrittneyÕs arms taut. She hung there, her ankles tied toward
the rear of the XÕs legs, but with her legs still spread wide, the hump
forcing her bottom out and her shoulders feeling like they were being
slowly pulled from their sockets.
ÒOh! Oh!Ó Brittney cried, as Marie stepped back to admire her
handiwork. The girl was tied to the X, facing inward. She was fastened by
her wrists so that they supported most of her weight. Her legs, though
able to bear some of her weight, were pulled toward the wall. She looked
like she was crouching slightly to make doo doo, her bottom jutting out
with scary impudence and freedom. Brittney tried squeezing her cheeks,
drawing them nearer and closer to her, but the Icelandic woman tapped her
bottom with the handle of a whip and ordered her to stick out her rump
even farther
ÒDisplay it, dear,Ó Marie said to the girl. ÒIt is a deliciously
impudent little backside. It is the sort that deserves no sympathy
whatsoever, and I will show it none. Perhaps others have been reluctant
to punish such a youthful childish ass. I am not. You are a spoiled little
girl who should be home with your parents. But thanks to your charming
figure youÕre here, vying to be a dominatrix and laying men who rightfully
belong to me. This is the sort of behavior I long to punish, and donÕt think
you can somehow please me with your tears. I am unpersuadable,
implacable. I judge a girl not by the loudness of her screams, but by the
marks I leave on her skin. And just in case you think youÕre going to be
beaten to a pulp quickly, I have news for you. The essential point of a
whipping is its prolongation. One must be given time to feel each
agonizing sting in its fullness before the next is applied. You will spend a
good several hours here, tied like this, with occasional breaks to recover
your senses. These breaks that I will give you, they are to allow you even
more time to contemplate what is happening to your bottom. And perhaps
this is the worst part,Ó Marie said, lightly touching the crop to BrittneyÕs
rump, which made the girl arch her back and scream. ÒI can inflict pain on
a bottom for hours without leaving any marks at all. Yes. There is an art
to it. The bottom assumes a gentle blush, one would think nothing much
has happened to the girl. But looks can be deceiving. Each stroke, properly
applied, can be like a straight long cattle prod searing your behind. I can
rip screams from your throat and yet you will have no tokens of your
suffering to show anyone, if I choose. No bruises, no scars, nothing to
show off as proof of the pain youÕve been through. But do not think that
without marks you will somehow get off. For after I have punished you
throughly without marks, I do intend to mark you. So youÕll have
something to remember me by.Ó
Just then a woman walked into the room. Like Brittney, she was
utterly naked. Her step slouched and she had an indolent look to her, like a
spoiled cat. Her hair was lovely; as Brittney, gasping, craned her neck
back to look at this woman whoÕs bare feet pattered in on the cold stone
floor, it looked to Brittney as if this nude visitor had just spent the
afternoon in a beauty parlor. Her nails flashed; they were perfectly
manicured. There were some throw pillows on the floor and the woman
knelt down onto them and then lay herself in them. All the while, her
eyes-semi sleepy, a smile on her face, she was sucking a big fat candy
cane. Her eye lashes fluttered. She rolled on her belly and Brittney, still
craning her neck back, yelped. The woman was utterly beautiful, with
large slumbrous breasts which now pressed into the pillows she lay on.
Her skin was perfect, white where her breasts were, and where her pubis
and bottom were, tanned otherwise, like some perfectly sunned young
lioness who knew how to please a dominatrixÕs eye with her skin. But
what made Brittney yelp was this: across this lovely womanÕs behind,
which was an enchantingly small behind, made more so by the very large
size of her bosoms, were whip marks. They seemed tattooed on her, but no
needle had touched her flesh. They had been laid on by an instrument of
flagellation; several, in fact, for some marks were wider, some very
narrow, and there were bruises accumulated among them. Brittney noticed
at last that this woman, whose luxurious shoulder-length hair cascaded
around her face, did have one item of clothing on, if it could be called that.
It was a leather dogÕs collar, around her slender neck.
Such perfection reposed on those pillows! And yet such horror too,
judging from what the womanÕs lovely small bottom had undergone. And
yet she kept smiling, looking up at Marie and Brittney, sucking on her
candy cane as if her life depended on the big penis-thick object.
ÒThis is my slave Elspeth,Ó Marie said to Brittney. ÒShe how proud
she is of what she has earned on her bottom through weeks of suffering.
Like yours will be, her first sessions were full of pain, but without the
rewards that a good whipping usually leaves in the hands of a less skilled
domme, or especially in the hands of a man. She had to suffer without any
little mementos for at last a week. At last she begged me to mark her, so
that she would have something to show off to her friends, as a mark of her
endurance. Now, as you can see, Elspeth has earned many marks, because
she is such a very good slave. ArenÕt you, Elspeth?Ó the woman asked. The
slave, whose hair was brown like BrittneyÕs, nodded eagerly.
Suddenly something snapped inside Brittney. To her utter horror,
which washed through her only seconds later, she cried out,
ÒOh please! Please whip me!Ó
ÒYes!Ó Marie cried. She was visibly pleased by BrittneyÕs sudden
insane outburst. She touched BrittneyÕs bottom again with her whip, with
its hard handle, the thong dangling down between BrittneyÕs splayed legs.
ÒThatÕs what I like to see. Enthusiasm! There is nothing finer than being
tied and hurt, nothing finer in the world, except perhaps the sense of
satisfaction one feels after going through it. The sense of
accomplishment. You will make a fine wonderful slave, Brittney, and donÕt
worry, you will earn your marks just like Elspeth has.Ó
And so BrittneyÕs first whipping at the hands of Marie proceeded.
This was a mark-free whipping, which disappointed Brittney, for the pain
was quite unbearable. Afterward, with her ass feeling like a flayed fish,
Brittney, when she had recovered somewhat, was placed in a saddle
perched on a wide thick post. Her lean legs dangled down, her feet finding
purchase in the stirrups. Her wounded bottom spread alluringly and with a
kind of idleness across the broad seat-- a perfect invitation for more
whip strokes, Brittney realized with sudden alarm. Marie spurred
BrittneyÕs little bottom with the whip, the strokes actually lifting
Brittney up onto her toes in the stirrups, her back arching up, her bottom
lifting high. This exercise delighted Elspeth, who finished her second
candy cane watching it, running with rapid footfalls into another room to
get the second candy, so that she would miss only a moment of BrittneyÕs
Òdelightful performance.Ó The time on the horse utterly exhausted
Brittney. So much so, in fact, that near the end of it she lost control of
her water and peed in the saddle. As if to pile decadence upon decadence,
when she was done peeing, Brittney gasped,
ÒIÕm thirsty.Ó Or rather it came out more like ÒIÕm thoisty,Ó due to
BrittneyÕs labored breathing.
ÒThere will be more strokes for that,Ó Marie told Brittney crossly.
And there were, to ElspethÕs squealing delight. But first Marie made
Elspeth get Brittney a cup of water, and hold it for her while she drank
from it.
As if to add to BrittneyÕs fears, the next day passed at MarieÕs
without any punishments at all. Brittney was allowed to sleep until noon,
in her own bed. A leather collar was awarded to her, before she fell to
sleep the previous night, as Marie tucked in the girl. A chain ran from the
collar to the bed. Near to the bed was a chamber pot; Brittney could rise
in the night and relieve herself. Toilet paper sat in a big fat roll on the
floor next to the chamber pot, so she could wipe herself. Marie asked
when her period was; as it turned out, the girl would not need tampax for
another two weeks.
Just after noon Elspeth appeared at BrittneyÕs door. She roused the
girl. Brittney placed her hands on her own behind as the young woman got
her up. For a moment she had been dreaming that she was back home, but
now she realized again where she was. In fright she felt her bottom.
Curiously, except for a glowing warmth, it was no longer pained. She had
spent the night lying on her tummy, owing to the condition of her bottom
the previous night. But now it was as if nothing too awful had happened,
with only the warm afterglow to remind her of the previous nightÕs
activities.
They went downstairs together, Elspeth and Brittney. Marie was
sitting and having lunch. She had made sandwiches for them. They lay on
china plates on the kitchen table, a napkin over each to protect it. A
pitcher of lemonade sweated in the middle of the table. It was a warm
day. Marie motioned for Brittney and Elspeth to each take a chair.
Brittney went to the chair she was directed to; she gasped when she saw
what was on it. It was a big pillow, and it was not without a certain
delight that she sat down in it, feeling it squeeze up between her legs,
pressing itself against her naked cunt, the cheeks of her ass pressing
warmly into it, supported and comforted by it.
Elspeth did not sit down right away. Instead she turned around and
showed it to Marie.
ÒThe bruises are going away,Ó Elspeth whined. Marie reached out a
finger, holding her sandwich in her other hand. Lightly she touched the
young womanÕs ass.
ÒMmmm. Except for the scars youÕre turning all nice and white
again,Ó Marie agreed.
ÒI want more,Ó Elspeth said.
ÒMore bruises?Ó Marie asked.
ÒYesss,Ó Elspeth said, and her voice slurred as she said it. The
cheeks of her behind tightened.
ÒAlright,Ó Marie said. ÒBut have something to eat first. YouÕll need
your energy for what IÕm going to give you.Ó
ÒOh goodie!Ó Elspeth said. She spun about and sat down on her chair,
which had no pillow, just a wicker seat, which struck Brittney as rather
uncomfortable to sit on. Her chair was of the same design. Fortunately
she had a pillow under her. Elspeth sat down on her latticed wood chair
and wiggled.
ÒI love this hard seat,Ó Elspeth said. ÒIt feels like a thousand little
whips, or canes, all pressing themselves against my ass.Ó Marie lifted an
eyebrow. Brittney felt butterflies in her stomach. These two women
were certainly strange; one loved to dominate, the other was so fond of
torture it made Brittney more frightened than the whip itself had, the
night before. She had wanted that, in some strange way she didnÕt
understand. But this woman beside her, Elspeth, she wanted more than
Brittney did. She wanted to be harmed, absolutely and uncompromisingly,
like some tattoo fetishist who canÕt keep away from the stinging pain of
the painterÕs needle.
ÒI must go out,Ó Marie said after lunch. She did not say where she
was going. Because she had made the sandwiches, she required the two
girls to clean up. Brittney found herself rinsing dishes, with Elspeth. It
was something she would have balked at at home. Here, it was a welcome
respite the whip. Marie left the two girls alone in the house. This scared
Brittney; Elspeth eyed her like a cat being left alone with a parakeet. But
Marie told Elspeth was not to Òplay gamesÓ with Brittney. The young
woman nodded, and did not lay a finger on the girl, though Brittney sensed
she would have loved to.
The next morning more tortures were planned; Brittney knew it. Two
days in a row without the whip in such a place as this was unthinkable.
Elspeth woke her early. She took her downstairs to Marie. They went
down to the basement. Brittney was sleepy; she had tossed and turned in
her bed all night, knowing what must happen, worrying over it; now as she
saw Marie with gloves on her hands and a leather whip, she screamed.
ÒSit down,Ó Marie said to the girl. Brittney was offered a solid oak
bench to sit on. Despite its hardness, she sat down on it quickly and
without complaint. She looked up at Marie. The woman wore a lovely
yellow bikini. Elspeth too had a bikini on. She had selected a panty which,
despite the smallness of her ass, looked too little for her. It wedged in
her ass, revealing her cheeks, their nakedness, and her marks. Brittney
was completely bare; her leather collar around her neck was the only thing
she wore. Marie stared down at her. After a moment of gazing at the
naked girl she gestured toward the saddle. Brittney craned her neck
around; there it was, the thing she had ÒriddenÓ two days before, to much
painful urging from the whip. BrittneyÕs naked tits jiggled as she moved.
Her nipples, already rising, grew stiffer as she looked at the saddle.
ÒDoes it excite you?Ó Marie asked the girl.
ÒN- Noooo,Ó Brittney said.
ÒI have a decision to make,Ó Marie said to the girl. ÒI can keep you
here, all to myself. Or I can share you with another.Ó BrittneyÕs eyes
widened. Elspeth reached behind herself and rubbed her backside. ÒIt is
not uncommon for us to trade lovers, in this field of work,Ó Marie said.
ÒElspeth is due for a good hard day of punishment. She is eager for it and
you are new and resistant. And then there is another client that I have, a
paying client. I am hired to attend upon him later this morning.Ó She
lifted a hand and swept back her blonde hair. ÒAs you can see, even for a
domme, life can be demanding. As demanding as it is for a slave,Ó Marie
said. ÒHave you been to the beach near here? The beach at Arlington
dam?Ó
ÒY-Yes,Ó Brittney said. To her surprise, the woman reached down
into a small leather bag and pulled out a white bikini. A dildo was
entangled in the straps of the bra and the panty. She freed it, and then
handed it to the girl. It was mostly strings. Brittney looked at it with an
air of incredulity.
ÒWe will have to fit it on you carefully,Ó Marie smiled. ÒAnyone can
go to Arlington beach; families, little children. WeÕll spend the morning
there, and see what we can see. Or if you insist you can ride the saddle
again, right now.Ó
ÒI want to ride the saddle!Ó Elspeth piped up. She had her hands on
her bottom. Brittney gave her a quizzical look; the woman could think of
nothing but receiving pain.
ÒDo you wish to go to the beach, or get on the saddle?Ó Marie asked
Brittney.
ÒThe beach,Ó Brittney said without hesitation, though the bikini she
was holding in her hands would be a challenge to wear.
ÒThen you must help me tie Elspeth into the saddle,Ó Marie said. And
so they did, the two of them, Brittney feeling her breasts bump nakedly
against the woman as she was strapped up onto the fake horse; required to
remove her bikini first, so that she would be as naked as Brittney. When
they were finished, with Elspeth tied in and quite unable to get down from
the thing, Marie said to the young woman,
ÒYou will wait here, with your rump in the saddle, your legs spread
upon it as they are now, your tits hanging down in their cow-like
perfection, your mouth open a little, my dear, like so-- yes, thatÕs it. You
will wait here and someone will come for you. DonÕt pee in the saddle,
even if you must wait several hours.Ó Marie, her hands tethered to the
pommel at the front of the saddle, nodded. Leather straps bound her
ankles into the stirrups. She was not going anywhere, the most she might
expect, in the way of movement, would be to rub her tight-lipped snatch
against the saddleÕs leather. Marie brushed back her hair from her eyes. It
had fallen into her face as Brittney and Marie tied the girl in. ÒExpect to
have clamps hung on your tits when your new hosts arrive,Ó Marie said to
the young woman. ÒAh, you flinch when I use the plural. Yes, my dear.
That is what was discussed at my meeting yesterday afternoon. A whole
party of people will be arriving, as a group. They will be looking for fun
and they will find you here, sitting up in this saddle, waiting, your bare
ass showing, your tits jutting, and you, by that time, squirming, for you
will by then need to pee.Ó Marie put a hand to ElspethÕs bottom, which
caused the girl to flinch and her ass cheeks to tighten. Brittney gasped
involuntarily; there was an utter wickedness to MarieÕs words, and to the
way she was looking at the brown-haired young woman. ÒThey will not
know your name, or anything about you,Ó Marie said to Elspeth. ÒThey will
regard you as nothing but furniture, and they will use you as such. No
regard will be paid to your needs, only to theirs. Expect to be used
horribly, in every conceivable way. You have come with my house; they are
renting you along with my dwelling. The saddle will only be the first of
your ordeals. The men will regard you as something to be fucked. Each of
them will use you to the fullest. The women will delight in tormenting
you, jealous of your big fine tits and your small child-like ass. We will
meet again in a few days; when they are through using the house. I will be
your nurse then; you will need nursing. Do you have any questions?Ó Marie
asked of Elspeth. The young woman shook her head no, biting her lip as she
did so. Marie reached up with a gloved hand and made her open her mouth,
removing her white teeth from her lip. ÒDo not bite down like that,Ó Marie
said. ÒOpen your mouth. Keep it open, just a little. ThatÕs it. Your bottom
well-displayed, your lips apart, your cunny pressing and spreading upon
the saddle. Your tits enviously big and with their nipples stiff in
invitation. You will be a perfect treat. Always remember to hold your
head high with your perfection, no matter how they use you. You are a fine
mare, a lovely fuckable thing. They requested someone truly beautiful, and
I recommended you. You are serving your purpose in this world; you have
had your training, now you must fully give yourself, as the perfect
absolute slave. You do not own yourself anymore, you are part of my
house.Ó
Brittney was biting her lip by now, and Marie, as she turned away
from Elspeth, put a hand to the girlÕs lips and made her open her mouth.
ÒPut on your bikini,Ó Marie said to the girl. As Brittney dressed
Marie chose one more item for Elspeth. She decided she could not trust
the young woman not to bite her lip, and so she gagged her. As Brittney
got into her string bikini she gazed up at the woman; there she sat, on the
horse, her lips now forced apart by the gag which Marie had tied round her
head, wedging it deep into her mouth. It was a pose of absolute
subjection, except for the height and prominence of the horse. But that
was only a device made for easy application of the whip, ElspethÕs small
bottom posed up on it round and ready, sexily spread, the back of the
saddle not curving upward, as a normal saddle would, so that the whip
could be applied to a broader portion of her behind. ÒYou will ride well,Ó
Marie said to the girl. ÒRemember: do not greet my guests with a puddle
of pee under you on the floor.Ó
They left her that way, sitting up high on the saddle, gawking back
at them as they climbed the basement stairs. Elspeth made little mewing
sounds, the gag hard-pressed in her mouth. But Marie did not ask the
wide-eyed female what she wanted. Brittney wondered if she wanted to
pee.
ÒWhat- what if the house catches fire while sheÕs waiting?Ó
Brittney asked breathlessly when she and Marie had reached the top of the
stairs. The blonde Nordic woman laughed.
ÒThen I suppose my guests will enjoy a delicious rump roast amidst
the ruins,Ó she said.
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