Archive-name: Slaves/drgslv1.txt
Archive-author: Don CA
Archive-title: Drug Slave - 1
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story and it's characters.
Triloxakin: A colorless, tasteless drug to
be taken orally, invented by the Matabin
Pharmaceutical company. A pain killer for
those with severe terminal illness (cancer,
etc). Fuses itself to nerve endings blocking
the sense of pain. Sends a euphoric feeling
to patient, and a relaxed, subdued feeling to
brain. Unfortunately, euphoric feeling only
lasts a few seconds (although patients have
described it as hours. This seems to be an
after effect on the brain).
Side effects: Drug is 100% addicting, both
on a physical and psychological level.
Physical addiction consists of a change in
the brain and nerve centers. Patient feels a
need for the drug almost immediately after
use. After 12 hours, the effects on the
nerves sends periodic spasms of fire like
pain throughout the nervous system at one to
two hour intervals, lasting for about five
seconds. After 36 hours, the spasm rate will
increase throughout the body from
approximately one hour intervals to fifteen
minute intervals, until 48 hours, when
patient can expect spasms every fifteen
minutes. From 48 hours to 72 hours, spasms
will remain steady at fifteen minute, but
duration of spasms will increase until 72
hours. At this stage, the nerve spasm is
continuous, patient losses all control of
their nerve cells and neurological functions,
making it appear he/she is in a coma.
Patient will experience the pain spasms at
all times in this stage. There appears to be
no way to remove patient from coma except by
giving triloxakin or triloxan (see below).
Psychological effects seems to be an extreme
dependency on drug supplier as well as drug,
with a heightened fear of loss of drug and
supplier. Appears to also act as
aphrodisiac. No know cure for addiction once
given. Matabin has stopped all research on
drug.
Triloxan: Same as triloxakin, except does
not give feeling of euphoria. Will "reset"
drug counter to zero to delay coma.
Triloxcin: An attempt to remove drug from
nerve endings to stop physical addiction of
triloxakin in patients. Unfortunately, it
puts patient into immediate pain coma without
removing triloxakin from patients system.
DRUG SLAVES
By
Don CA
CHAPTER ONE
CATHY'S RECRUITMENT
Cathy Breamer looked up at the two story house. Its shape
was outlined against Fridays early evening skyline as she walked
along the cement path leading to the large double doors at the
front. The heat of the summer sun struck her body, warming it as
she walked, her sweat glueing her red silk blouse and black skirt
to her skin. It was a beautiful house, she thought to herself.
Sitting on about five wooded acres on a small hill looking over
the Pacific coast ten miles away, with the sleepy town of Oxnard
spread out below it.
Very little had ever scared Cathy in her twenty three years
of life, but what waited for her in this house did. She had
graduated from Harvard Business College a year earlier and landed
a job immediately in southern California as a vice president of a
large modeling agency. She had originally applied there as a
model, her slim 5'4", 105 lbs, 35-23-36 body with long dark hair
and hazel eyes had made her a natural. And when the company had
found out she had brains, too, she had gone straight to the top
in short order. But last Wednesday, something had gone wrong.
It was an early Wednesday afternoon party, being given by
the president for landing a contract with a large cosmetics
company, worth over 50 million. She had just taken a sip of
punch when it hit her, a feeling of intense pleasure, like a
thousand orgasms at once. It seemed to last for hours, such an
intense feeling she had never known before. When it ended, she
looked around her, sure that everyone must be staring at her now.
To her amazement no one had noticed a thing. Looking at her
watch, she realized hardly any time had passed.
Quickly excusing herself, she grabbed a full cup of punch
and almost ran to her office. She downed the punch, but to her
dismay, nothing happened.
She went home that evening to her Beverly Hills apartment,
wondering if she had imagined it all. No, she couldn't have.
She had felt that pleasure, and she wanted it again, at any cost.
As she stripped off her clothes in her bedroom, she noticed
a wet feeling against her thighs. Reaching down with her hand,
she realized her pussy was sopping wet with her juice. When her
hand brushed her clit through her dainty panties, a low moan
escaped her lips. Her hand slipped down her flat, hard, stomach,
reaching inside her panties to her cunt. Her fingers brushed
against her clit, rubbing the outside of her pussy as her other
hand reached up into her bra and began to tug at one of her tits.
She molded the firm mammary in her hand, pulling on the nipple
until it hurt, then moved over to the other breast.
She unhooked the latch on the front of the bra, removing the
elastic material, allowing her two mellon size orbs to free
themselves from their confinement. Quickly her other hand pulled
her panties down, ripping them in her haste. She lied down on
her bed, her smooth, tanned legs spread wide and bent at the
knees so she had easy access to her cunt.
"Owwww", she moaned, as her hand raced down into her sopping
pussy. Two of her fingers buryied themselves into her love
mound, stroking her hot clit as they moved into her.
She licked her lips, her loud moans turning her on even
further. She brought her other hand up to her face, sucking in
her fingers like it was a mans dick. Her tongue ran along the
fingers, her mind wishing it was the real thing. As her hand
worked on her pussy, plunging in and out to meet her thrusting
hips, she removed the hand from her mouth and started to rub her
titties again. First one breast, then the other, tugging on the
nipples until they were hard and sore to the touch. She
continued, the fingers moving like pistons in and out of her love
nest, bringing her closer to orgasm, the pain exciting her even
more.
The orgasm shook her body, her fingers buried deep inside
her cunt. She rocked back and forth on the bed. Her legs closed
tightly together, her knees drawn up to her chest, locking her
fingers deep inside pussy, her other hand gripping her breast in
a vise like hold. For 5 minutes she laid there and shook, but
when it was over, her mind went back to the feeling she had at
the party, wanting it again, not this pale comparison.
She got up, took a quick shower, ate a light meal and went
to bed, still thinking about the party, and wondering what had
happened to her.
Cathy awoke at 6:00 am the next morning, coming out of a
dream where she was making love, but couldn't quite cum. Feeling
the wetness between her legs, she knew she had to shower again.
Shit, she thought, what's happening to me? Am I becoming a
sex freak or what?
As she sat at her table, reading the morning paper and
drinking her coffee, she couldn't get the party out of her mind.
She wanted that feeling again, at any cost. But how? What had
caused it?
Oh well, she thought, time to get to work. As she rose from
her chair, it hit. A giant wall of flame seemed to engulfed her
entire body, sending her sprawling across the kitchen floor. She
laid there in pain for about five seconds, panic spreading
through her mind. Then it ended. Just as quickly as it had
begun, it was over. She stood on shaking legs, her breast
swaying slightly in her bra as she sucked in air, trying to
control her panic.
What the fuck is happening to me, she thought to herself? I
don't know what's going on, but someone is going to pay! She was
sure someone had spiked the punch, and was determined to find out
who!
But she didn't. No one at work knew anything. She had
listened and talked to everyone discreetly. No one knew. By
noon she had two more attacks.
Cathy was now a very scared young girl.
When she got up the next morning, the attacks were becoming
more frequent, waking her up like clockwork all night long.
By noon that Friday, she was ready to call a doctor. The
attacks were driving her crazy, and she couldn't get her mind off
of them or her pleasure attack enough to get anything done.
Right after noon, her secretary walked into her office,
"Excuse me, Miss Breamer, but a young lady asked me to give this
to you, saying it would explain your problem.".
Cathy jumped up, "Were is she?", she screamed at the poor
secretary.
"She's gone, Mam. She just dropped this off and left before
I could even as her name.".
"I see.", Cathy replied. Damn her, she thought to herself,
stupid bitch! "Give me the envelope and then you may leave.".
"Yes Mam.", she replied, handing her the letter, and
hurrying from the office.
After she left, Cathy ripped the envelope open. Her heart
cried as she read it.
"If you want to feel the ecstasy again, and stop the pain,
come to 3200 Lincoln way in Oxnard after 5:00 pm today. If you
do not come today, do not come ever. Do not come before 5:00,
and do not tell anyone were you are going. If you do, I will
know, and you will never have the pleasure again, but the pain
will last forever!".
Cathy read and reread the note. My god, she thought, what
should she do. But even as her mind raced with options, another
pain spasm racked her body, and she knew she would go to this
address, and give them whatever they wanted.
It was 5:15 in the evening when she walked up to the house.
She stopped for a minute, starring at the huge house in front of
her, wondering if she should go on. Even as she argued with
herself, the pain hit. The attacks were coming more often now,
every fifteen minutes, and they appeared to last longer each
time. She fell sideways onto some flowers, her ankles bending
from her high heels. As the attack ended, she started to walk
forward to hte house. She knew that she had no choice.
Cathy's trembling hand reached up and pushed the door bell
button. She stood there for several minutes, getting ready to
ring again, when one of the giant doors opened.
"You must be Cathy. The master is expecting you, come in."
Cathy stood staring at the young blonde. She couldn't be
over eighteen or nineteen, Cathy thought, extremely pretty. She
was about 5'1" or so, about 100 lbs with nice size breasts, not
giant ones, but adequate, with a nice butt, smooth legs, and long
hair, down to her ass. She was wearing a black silk body blouse
with cute nylon runnering shorts on. Around her neck she
appeared to be wearing some sort of collar. As the wind moved
the blouse slightly, Cathy realized the girl wasn't wearing a
bra.
"Just who is this Master, and who are you?", Cathy asked in
a defiant tone. She already didn't like the way this was going.
"My name is Linda, and that is all I am allowed to say. The
Master will explain the rest to you. You must come in or leave
here forever."
"All right.", Cathy replied, taking a deep breath and
stepping inside the entrance of the house, the coolness sending a
quick shiver through her hot body.
Linda closed the door behind her and started to walk down
the large hallway.
"Follow me.", she said to Cathy as she walked away.
Cathy followed her through the house. As they passed
through one room, she could see a spiral stairway. At the other
end she saw a plate glass window looking into the backyard. There
she saw a large swimming pool, with a young black girl doing
aerobics in a skimpy two piece bikini.
"Wait here.", Linda instructed Cathy as they entered what
seemed to be study, with books engulfing two walls, from floor to
ceiling. A large desk sat at the far end, with some chairs and a
sofa at the end she was standing at.
"Where are you going?", Cathy asked, but not fast enough,
Linda had already left and shut the door.
She looked around the room, sighing to herself, settling
into one of the chairs to wait.
After ten minutes, and one pain attack, the door opened.
Mike walked into his study, looking at Cathy as he entered
the room. He stopped about five feet from her and stared at her.
She is a looker, he thought. She will make a great slave.
Cathy rose as Mike entered. She looked him over quickly.
About 6'1", she thought, 180 lbs, short dark hair, and not bad
looking.
"I do not like being treated this way, whoever you are.
What you have done to me is illegal and you'd better come clean
with me if you don't expect to spend the rest of your life in
prison! Now what is your name, and why am I here.", Cathy said
to him with a false sense of courage, hoping to put this stranger
on the defensive.
"My name is unimportant to you, you will address me as
Master from now on.", he replied coolly to her.
Her anger flared as she yelled back at him, "I will NOT call
you Master, or anything else. You have ten seconds to start
explaining to me what is going on or else!".
"Or else what, Cathy? You aren't going to do anything. If
you don't like it, leave. Right through the door you walked in
to get here, Linda will lead you out. Just forget about the
elation you felt Wednesday, or the pain you've felt since."
Cathy thought over her options for a few seconds, her false
courage quickly leaving her.
"What do you want from me?", Cathy almost whispered to him,
the fight gone from her at the thought of never feeling the
pleasure again.
He just stared at her for several minutes, before it dawned
on her what he wanted.
"I mean, what do want, Master?", she asked, the tears
beginning to move down her cheeks.
"That's better.", he replied. "Your attitude is improving.
But before we go any further, why don't I give you another hit of
that drug you like so much. It will stop the pain attacks and
make it easier for us to discuss payment."
"All right.". Cathy's body was beginning to tremble just
thinking about the pleasure. She must have it, she seemed to
need it more than anything else.
"Fine, just lie down on the couch there so you don't fall
down and I'll give you some.".
Cathy lied down on the leather couch as Mike pulled a small
bottle from his pocket. He took an eyedropper from the bottle
with one or two drops of fluid in it.
"Now just lie back and open your mouth, and I'll put it
right in.", he said to her.
She bent her head back slightly and opened her mouth wide,
giving him her tongue as a target to drop the liquid. She felt a
drop hit her tongue and she quickly sucked it in, waiting for the
intense pleasure to quick in.
It didn't. What did hit her was pain, the same pain spasms
that had hit her before, only this one didn't stop. She tried to
cry out, but her body refused to obey her. It was as if her
entire body was on fire, and with each passing second it seemed
to get worse.
In the background she heard the Master sit in a chair across
from her.
"What you are experiencing, Cathy is the drug triloxcin. It
was made as an antidote to the first drug that was given you,
triloxakin. As you can tell, it doesn't work.
"I know you can hear me, even though any doctor that looked
at you would assume that you were in a coma. That is what
triloxakin does to you after 72 hours if don't have another dose.
I'm doing this to you to let you know what your life will be like
if you don't do as I say. You will go into this coma, and the
doctors will put you on life support because your alpha brain
waves will show you are still alive. You will spend the rest of
your life in a living hell, the pain getting worse every day with
no escape possible. If, on the other hand, you are a good slave
and do as you are told, I will give you the pleasure drug once a
day, and you will be happy for the rest of your life.
"I'm going to leave you here, like this for two hours to
think about it Cathy. When I get back, you have two choices, 1:
get on your knees, pledging yourself as my slave to fulfill my
every wish, or 2: walk out the door, to never return. Once you
leave, there is no coming back. Think about it.", Mike told her
as she laid on the couch, her body showing no signs of the pain
going on inside.
I'll do it, Cathy screamed to herself. Stop the pain, I'll
do whatever you want! But no words would come from her mouth,
and as she heard the door shut, she knew she was alone. The pain
was building, and she swore once he came back, she would do
whatever he wanted. She never wanted to go through this again.
After what seemed like two years rather than two hours in
her pain coma, she heard the door gently open and then shut.
Footsteps came toward her, and she felt someone open her mouth,
even through the pain.
And it ended, just like that. As fast as it started, it
stopped. She had control of her body again.
"Well slave, time to choose. Either go or kneel, make up
your mind.", the Master told her softly.
Cathy struggled off the couch, still a little shaky from her
ordeal. She looked over at the Master, standing back about five
or six feet. She quickly moved over to him, not even bothering
to stand but crawling.
She got on her knees before him, saying,"Master, I promise
to do whatever you wish. I am your property to do with as you
please. Please take me as your slave.".
"Very good slave, not a bad little speech. You did not feel
the pleasure when I gave you the drug this time. That is because
you will only be given that drug when you please and obey me.
This drug will delay the pain coma for 72 hours. Do you
understand?"
"Yes.", Cathy lied. She really didn't, but she wasn't going
to take any chances.
She never saw the hand, it came quickly from her left side,
an opened handed slap on her cheek that sent her sprawling and
left a bright red mark on the side of her head.
"You will refer to me as Master, don't ever forget that!",
he told her.
"Ye, yes, Mas, Master.", she stuttered out to him, quickly
getting back on her knees, not wanting to get hit again.
"That type of behavior will not get you the pleasure you
want. Understand?".
"Yes Master.", she said.
"Good. Now stand up and remove your clothes. Quickly!", he
barked to her.
Cathy jumped up, not wanting to get hit again, but also
because she wanted to feel the pleasure again, and would do
anything to avoid the pain. She quickly removed her blouse, then
her bra, her tits standing almost straight out, with very little
sag. She lowered her skirt, down to her ankles and stepped out
of it. Then her panty hose. She carefully rolled them down her
smooth legs and set them aside. Next came her bikini panties.
For some reason they were wet with her juices, leaving little
streaks on her legs as she lowered them to the floor and kicked
them out of the way.
As soon as she was naked, she got back down on her knees in
front of her Master.
"Very good, slave. Keep this up and you just might get some
pleasure later after all. Now stand up so I can have a good look
at you.", Mike told her.
She stood up, hands at her sides, head bowed, as Mike slowly
walked around her, giving her the once over.
"Spread your legs more.", he said.
She moved her legs apart, giving him easy access to her
dripping pussy.
He reached out to her breasts, standing in front of her
naked body. He kneaded the firm flesh in his hands, enjoying the
hot feel of her skin. He roughly pulled at her nipple until a
soft moan escaped from her lips.
She was a beaut, he thought. He reached down to her pussy,
parting her lips and slipped a finger easily inside. She was
wet, her cum beginning to run down his finger as he pumped it in
and out of her. He added another, so that he had two fingers
slowly moving into her, brushing her clit with every stroke.
The fingers inside her pussy were driving Cathy crazy. She
could not believe how turned on she was by all this. She felt
the fingers moving into her, rubbing her little clit with each
stroke. Her thighs began to move with his fingers, trying to
keep them buried inside her. His other hand was still rubbing
her tits, keeping the nipples hot and hard, bringing her even
closer to orgasm. She groaned as she felt his fingers leave her
pussy, not wanting him to stop.
"Suck my fingers like a cock, slave!", Mike told her as he
moved his hand up to his mouth.
Cathy opened her mouth when she felt his fingers pressing
against her lips. She sucked the digits into her wet oral hole,
cleaning her salty fluid from his fingers as her tongue moved up
and down their length like a real cock. She felt his fingers
leave her mouth after they were clean and move back down to her
pussy. They plunged back inside her moist hole, coating
themselves again in her juice as they pumped up into her, only to
leave and head back up to her mouth.
She didn't need to be told this time, her mouth opened and
she sucked the fingers inside her. She quickly cleaned them of
juice, and they left again for her pussy.
Mike watched his new slave squirm under his fingers. He
moved his hand back and forth from pussy to mouth for about ten
minutes, as she continued to clean his fingers of her cunt juice
each time.
"Ok, slave, now put this one.", he told her, handing her a
black dog collar.
She looked at the collar for a second. It looked just like
the one she had seen around Linda's neck. She took it and put it
around her neck without a word, tightening it as best she could.
Mike admired her for a second. She looked great standing
there in front of him, head bowed, legs spread, and wearing a
collar!
"Turn around and put your hands behind your back.", he
ordered her, "Time for some restraints.".
She hesitated for a second, then turned around, her hands
locking onto each other behind her back. She felt Mike pry her
hands apart and force each of her hands into some kind of glove
that ran almost up to her shoulders on each arm. Then she felt
him tighten up the restraint, and realized it actually was one
glove and he was tightening it up her back, pulling her arms
together so her elbows touched, then continued the rest of the
way up to her shoulders. When he finished, her arms were bound
tightly together behind her, her shoulders being pulled back and
toward each other painfully.
Mike turned her around and looked at his handiwork. With
her bound this way, her chest seemed to push even further out
from her arched body.
"Kneel and suck my cock, slave. Be warned, if I feel one
bite on my dick, your going to get a full 12 hours of pain
drug.", Mike told her as he pulled his pants and jockey shorts
off.
"Yes, Master.", Cathy told him, shuddering to herself
thinking of 12 hours of pain. The two had almost killed her, the
last thing she wanted was more!
She slid down to her knees and stared at his cock. My god,
she thought, the thing is huge! At least 9", maybe 10", she
judged, but so thick. She was going to have a hell of a time not
hitting her teeth on it.
Cathy moved her face close to his erection, her nostrils
catching the putrid smell of urine, sweat, and cum from his groin
area. She forced herself to ignore it and moved her mouth to his
rigid tool, opening wide to take in much as she could, working
her mouth half way down its length before starting back up. Her
tongue lapped at the underside on each stroke, then twirled
across the sensitive top before starting back down.
"Take it all slave. All the way into your throat, till you
hit bottom!", Mike ordered her.
Cathy cringed at the thought, but tried to force more into
her mouth. When it reached the back of her throat, she started
to choke and couldn't get any more inside. She continued to lick
as hard as she could hoping that would please her Master.
The next time her mouth moved down his shaft, Mike was ready
for her. As his penis hit the back of her throat and she started
to move back up its length, Mike grabbed her head and slammed
forward with his hips, burying his cock deep within her mouth,
her nose smashed into his groin. She struggled to move back, but
he held her firmly in place.
"Stop trying to move, your not going to die, but if you
don't sit still, I'll leave it in your throat until you pass
out!", Mike told her.
Cathy had felt him grab her head and knew what was going to
happen, but it still surprised her when his cock slammed into the
back of her mouth and ground itself deeply into her throat. At
first she panicked, not being able to breath, but once she heard
her Master tell her to stop she did. She did not want to get him
mad at her again!
After a few seconds he relaxed his grip on her head and
moved it backward, all the way to the tip of his shaft, then
plunged it back down until her nose was once again against his
groin. He did this several times with her, keeping his dick
buried deep inside her throat for about twenty seconds each time
until he thought she had it down and then released her to carry
on alone.
Cathy felt him let go of her head after a few more strokes
into her throat. She quickly buried her head deep into his pubic
mound, eager to show her master that she would do anything to
please him.
As her mouth moved up and down his hard manhood, her tongue
was licking all along its length, moving up and down its length,
tickling it with each stroke. She was beginning to enjoy this
for some reason, the throbbing cock feeling good when it was
buried inside her throat, pushing against her air pipe. The
thought of the cum inside his balls was forcing her to work
faster. She wanted that cum inside her mouth. She wanted to
suck it all down into her stomach, to try and please her Master,
who controlled the drug she so desperately needed.
Mike could feel the orgasm approaching swiftly. He reached
down and grabbed her head again, this time finding no resistance
from her. He pulled her mouth onto his shaft, burying it deep in
her throat as he began to pour his jism into her. After the
first few shots into her throat, he pulled her head back, forcing
her to take the cum into her mouth. Making her taste his seed as
shot after shot hit her tongue, some dripping down the sides of
her mouth to the floor below because she couldn't swallow fast
enough. He let go of her and watched her continue to suck on his
torrid dick, her tongue licking up along the shaft to catch what
was about to drip onto the floor. After his shaft was clean, she
looked down at his spilled seed on the hardwood floor and bent
her head down and licked it clean, moaning to herself as she did.
Then her head moved back up to his spent rod, her mouth taking it
back inside.
When her Master grabbed her head a second time, she knew he
must be ready to cum. As her head slammed into his groin, she
felt his huge dick start to throb as it released its load into
her. She worked on his dick, trying to massage it with her
throat. As his hand guided her head back to his spewing tip, she
knew what he wanted. He wanted her to taste his cum before she
swallowed it all. She let her head rest with only a third of his
rod inside her eagerly sucking mouth, trying to swallow his salty
fluid as it poured into her. She couldn't get it all. Some
leaked out onto his stiff member and down to the floor, but she
still tried to get as much as she could, actually beginning to
like the taste and feel of his jism inside mouth.
After she was sure his cock was through shooting his seed
into her mouth, Cathy used her tongue along the length of his
softening manhood to lick up all of his nectar that had spilled
out. Looking down, she saw some had fallen onto the floor.
Moaning to herself, she lowered her head to the floor, her tongue
darting across the oak planks to gather the seed, now cold and
hard from exposure to air, licking up the dirt and dust as well,
swallowing it all as fast as she could. She hoped this act would
save her from punishment from her Master for dropping his cum in
the first place.
She moved back up to his soft dick, and took it back into
her mouth. After all, she thought, he had told me to suck his
cock, and had not told me to stop yet! Cathy moved her head
slowly up and down her Masters flaccid rod, licking along its
entire length as she went. She got the entire amount easily into
her mouth.
She was beginning to get sore from her sucking, her jaws
ached, and her arms and shoulders definitely hurt from the tight
restraint she was forced into. But if she got the pleasure drug
tonight, she thought, it would all be worth it. Besides, this
didn't hurt nearly as much as the pain coma she had been in
before. She would do anything rather then let that happen to her
again!
Mike looked down at his new slave. She had moved back to
sucking his dick without even being told! She's going to be a
good one, Mike thought, allowing himself to enjoy the attention
Cathy's mouth and tongue were giving his tool. Yes indeed, he
thought, as he felt his tool begin to grow hard again in her
mouth.
As Cathy continued to suck on her Masters penis, she began
to feel the blood surge back into it, slowly making it grow in
her mouth. She worked harder, her cheeks bulging in and out as
his stiff manhood began the long ride back into her sore throat.
She buried him inside her, her tongue roving around the base and
half the length of his tool. For over a minute she kept him
inside her throat, before she moved her head back to get a breath
of air. Up and down her lips moved, fitting him like a glove,
his now rock hard staff glistening with her spit as it moved in
and out of her oral cavity.
"Stop slave, and stand up.", Mike ordered her.
"Yes, Master.", Cathy quickly replied while standing up.
Her legs were so cramped she could barely move after
kneeling so long. But she stood before him as steady as she
could, ready for his next instruction.
I wonder what he'll have me do next, she thought to herself?
END
CHAPTER ONE
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