Paying Her Debts

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Tasha looked around nervously, wishing she was anywhere else but here. She had no idea what to expect as she strained at the chains binding her to the metal post. She hoped that no one bought her, but she also needed someone to. She hated how the family debts had racked up to $5000. And now there was nothing for her to do but be sold to the highest bidder. And not just once, but twice, probably. To 2 different men to pay off the debts.

Shuddering, she waited for the first guests to arrive. Looking down, she was glad to have on some clothing, even if it was see-thru. It gave her courage for what was to come. She wasn't a virgin, but was close to it. At 25, she'd only had a few intimate encounters with the opposite sex. And all of those were dismal failures. She really couldn't understand what the big deal about it was. Not at all. Hunching over, straining against the shackles, her long black hair covered her luscious breasts and made her seem inconspicuous. Or so she hoped.

The doorbell rang, announcing the first guests of the men who'd come to bid on her and 15other girls. The room was big and she was in a corner, grateful for the shadows that hid her small petite body. The first guests entered the room and she shuddered, hoping she'd be looked over.
 
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She was brought up to face the men. A large redheaded female aunctioneer, detailed her docility and coperative spirit.
"She is bright gentlemen, yet broken. She will make you feel loved."
 
I did not say you could post on here, sdineen. I did not agree to it. I knew you wouldn't write long posts, so I didn't say yes. This is not how I wanted it to start off.
 
Miles Mc Kenna

Miles sat in the audience alone. The scar on his face usually kept small talk with strangers away, not to mention his six foot two solid frame. He had dark brooding unwelcome eyes and thick hair. He simply didn't appear to be vey friendly.

So far none of the females interested him.

Then the auctioneer introduced a dark haired beauty.

" She is bright gentlemen, yet broken. She will make you feel loved. "

Miles wasn't looking for love, just a slave to amuse himself with. This one defintly had his attention.
 
Sonia made her way into the seemingly innocent suburban home. The man who owned the house appeared to be in his late fifties with a head full of steel gray hair and piercing blue eyes. Sonia had met him, briefly, at a fundraiser for some charity or other. She never would have met the man had it not been for their mutual friend, Joanna. For the past two years, Joanna had served as Sonia's slave, fulfilling every want and desire her mistress could possibly have. But, a job promotion had caused the woman to move away, leaving Sonia without a slave. It had been a stroke of luck that this man, Luke she believed his name was, had remembered Joanna's fascination with being owned and remembered Sonia's name and had invited her here tonight.

"We have a good stock to choose from tonight," Luke said as he led Sonia down into a large basement, which had been revamped with metal posts and shackles, auction block, and plenty of seats for potential buyers. A few men, and two other women, were milling about, looking over the merchandise. In all there were sixteen girls shackled to the posts, each one dressed in sheer clothing that left very little to the imagination.

Making her way around the room, Sonia studied each girl carefully, taking her time in finding the perfect new slave. She had nearly finished looking all the girls over, none of whom were the least bit appealing to her, when she finally laid eyes on the perfect one. The girl was young, early twenties by Sonia's guess, her head was bent low, her long black hair covering her breasts as she tried to sink into the background. Sonia could tell she was frightened, and she had ever reason to be. Every potential buyer here would, no doubt, want to make this girl's life a living hell as they forced her to satisfy them in every way possible. Reaching down, Sonia brushed the girl's hair out of her face, studying her carefully.

"What's your name, girl?" She ordered, her voice rough and demanding.
 
Startled, Tasha jumped a little when a hand brushed her hair out of her face. Looking up, she saw a lady looking her over. Caught up in her thoughts, she hadn't noticed her approach. She hadn't thought anything of the women here, having thought they were wives to the men.

"T-Tasha, Mistress," she responded nervously. "Are you here to buy? I didn't know women bought girls too."

Looking her over, she wondered what kind of Mistress she would be. Her voice was rough and commanding. She looked nervously at the other men and pressed herself against the post, trying to make herself smaller. Seeing a man openly leer at a girl, she shuddered, hoping that wouldn't happen to her.
 
She noticed the way the girl tried to make herself smaller. Invisible. It was...endearing.

"Tasha," she said the name slowly, letting it roll off her tongue, "yes, I am here to buy. We women enjoy a good slave, too." She smiled a little, trying to put the girl at ease.

Most masters or mistresses would have wanted to strike fear into the poor girl, but Sonia was different from others. She didn't want the girl to be terrified of her. After all, a terrified slave wasn't any good to her. The more afraid a slave was, the less she would enjoy pleasuring her mistress, and the less pleasure the mistress would derive from the experience.

"How old are you, Tasha?" She questioned, running a finger slowly down the girl's cheek and across her jaw, enjoying the feel of the soft, smooth flesh.
 
Focusing on her once again, she murmured, "I'm 25, Mistress. I thought women only bought men, not girls."

Shrugging, Tasha studied her, shivering slightly at the tingling that shot through her at the Miss's touch. She seemed nice, Tasha thought. Not at all like those other idiots. Not like the men who were pawing the other girls.

"I'm glad none of the men seem interested in me," she murmured. Leaning into the Miss's touch, she got her head under her palm so she was petted. It felt nice to her. Somehow she didn't fear this Mistress like she did the men.

Getting to her knees, she tried to stand, but couldn't. The chains wouldn't let her. The collar around her neck felt tight and she growled, not liking it.
 
Sonia laughed gently at Tasha's statement.

"Maybe the straight women buy men, but lesbians enjoy buying a woman." Glancing over her shoulder, Sonia noted that Luke was getting ready to begin the auction. As of yet, no one else had shown an interest in Tasha, who she was beginning to view as her little pet. The girl even moved her head so that Sonia was petting her head.

"Oh, I'm sure the men are interested as well. They just want to torture those other girls for a little while. Trust me, Tasha, you will have quite the bidding war over you."

Sonia had been to one or two auctions before. It was always the girls that no one paid attention to before hand that were the most popular. Everyone would want a piece of Tasha, she was sure of it. But she didn't want to frighten the girl more than necessary.

"Don't worry, my pet," she leaned in closely and whispered in Tasha's ear, "you will be mine."

At that moment, Luke called for everyone to take their places. With a final smile, Sonia reached down, gave Tasha's left nipple a pinch, and took her seat. She sat sandwiched between two men who openly looked her up and down, taking in her black sheath dress, which clung to every little curve of her body, and had a neckline that plunged down to tease anyone who looked at her with just a hint of the swell of her breasts. Her black stiletto heels screamed "fuck me", especially when paired with the fishnet stockings she was wearing. Sonia enjoyed dressing as sexily as possible. She especially enjoyed it when the men who ogled her found out that they couldn't have her.

The auction began with girls quickly being bought left and right. Luke ran an efficient operation, which impressed Sonia greatly. Finally, it was Tasha's turn. The scared girl was brought up to the auction block and Sonia could practically hear all the men around her getting hard.

"Tasha is a new slave who needs a master with a strong hand." Luke said, knowing that this would get the men to bid on the poor girl. She looked terrified and Sonia felt slightly sorry for her.

"I will begin the bidding at five hundred dollars." Luke said. The bid was quickly raised to a thousand, then two thousand. Sonia sat there, silent, waiting for the men to bid themselves out. She wasn't nervous at all, she knew that Tasha would be hers. Four thousand. Six thousand. The bids grew and grew. Ten thousand. Fifteen.

"I have fifteen thousand going once, twice..."

"Twenty thousand." Sonia said. All the men turned to stare at her. The man who had bid fifteen glared at her, murder in his gaze. Sonia met his glare head on, unafraid.

"Twenty thousand," Luke said, "going once, twice...sold!" He took hold of the chain around Tasha's neck and held it out to Sonia as she approached the auction block. "Enjoy." He said with a knowing grin as Sonia took the chain and led her new pet away from the leers of the men.

After paying her twenty grand to the accountant on hand, Sonia led Tasha out of the basement, up through the house, and out the back door to her car. Helping her into the passenger seat, Sonia looked the girl over, freely taking in every little detail of her pet.

"We're going to have fun, you and I." She said with a broad smile. "Just you wait and see."
 
Tasha had heard of lesbians, but she had never thought about them. Now she was grateful to them. After her unpleasant experiences with men, she thought they had the right of it. Why not get all the pleasure and leave the men out? Sounded great to her.

At the mention of torture, she shuddered. No way was someone laying a whip on her in anger. She'd rebel at the first sign of it. Unless it was for pleasure, she thought, looking up at the Mistress. She might be able to give pleasure while doing it.

"Don't worry, my pet," she leaned in closely and whispered in Tasha's ear, "you will be mine."

Somehow her Mistress's words reassured her like nothing else could. Nodding, she believed her new Mistress and tried to look brave and defiant to the other men. But she wasn't feeling it. Especially not as the other girls were quickly sold off left and right and her turn soon approached. She was surprised by how low the bids were, only ranging from $500-$2000. No wonder Luke had told her that she'd have to be sold twice to the men.

Finally it was her turn. She was the last to be sold and was super nervous about the whole thing. She fought being put on the block, even knowing she had no choice about it. Why couldn't her Mistress just buy her off the bat? Wouldn't that be a lot better for her? Then she wouldn't need to worry about who else would want her. She'd be owned then, by a nice Mistress.

When her Mistress didn't start out the bidding, Tasha got nervous and even more frightened. She was shocked by how high the bidding got so fast. Even if her Mistress didn't buy her, she still wouldn't have to get sold again. However much she was bought for, it would probably cover her debts and then some left over, even after Luke got his share of her price.

"Twenty thousand."

She heard it and gasped, shocked. Tasha's gaze immediately settled on her would-be Mistress and saw that indeed, her Mistress had bought her. Smiling brightly, she eagerly strained against her bonds, wanting to go to her as her Miss came up to the block. After the exchange of money and chain, she followed her Miss quietly to her car, a bounce in her step.

"We're going to have fun, you and I." Miss said with a broad smile. "Just you wait and see."

Nodding, Tasha spoke. "Thank you for paying so much for me, Mistress. You seem so much better than any other man or woman there. Not that I noticed the women much, but still. Now I won't have to be sold again to pay off my $5000 debt." Remembering her earlier words, she asked, "Am I really your pet, Miss? Do I have to wear this ugly collar all the time?"
 
"Yes, you are my pet." Sonia replied with a smile, running her hand along Tasha's thigh as she navigated the gentle suburban traffic on the way back to her own home. "But you won't have to wear that ugly collar, I have a much nicer one for you at home."

Sonia thought about the comment Tasha had made regarding her debts. So that was why she had given herself up to be a slave. It made sense.

As she drove, Sonia thought of all the wonderful things she'd be doing with her pet in just a few brief minutes. The ride to Sonia's home was nearly complete and she was grateful she lived only twenty minutes from Luke's house. She could not wait to get her new pet settled into her home. But they still had fifteen minutes to go, and there was a lot one could do in that brief time.

With a devious and hungry smile, Sonia turned to Tasha.

"I think we need to start teaching you the ways of a proper slave," she said, her fingers gliding teasingly up Tasha's thigh towards the juncture between her legs. "And, since you've never been with a woman before, let alone a mistress, I will start you off slowly." Her fingers teased Tasha's clothed crotch, rubbing the sensitive area sensually and feeling the dampening of Tasha's pussy. "I see you're eager to learn," she grinned. "That's good. I like that. Now, your mistress wants to see what she's bought. Take the rest of our clothing off."

The streets were getting more congested and, as it was mid-afternoon, the sun was bright. Sonia wondered what Tasha would do. Would she strip naked as her mistress commanded or balk at being naked when so many prying eyes could see her.
 
Tasha squirmed against her Mistress's touch, glad that she'd be starting off slowly. She wondered what her new collar would look like, having never had one before. She wanted to obey her new Mistress, but she wasn't sure how. It was broad daylight and what she was wearing was bad enough. She didn't want them pulled over by the police for public indecency. That would not be a good way to start them off.

Looking in the back, she found a towel she could use to help cover herself. Pulling her knees up so her feet rested against the seat, Tasha covered herself with it, then started undressing.

"I hope you have some way to get me inside without being see, Mistress," she said, taking off her top. "I wouldn't be doing this if you hadn't paid so much for me, but since you paid off my debts and more, you earned it."

Sliding the pants off was easier than the top. She was now completely nude except for the towel. She wondered what the other drivers thought, if they even noticed her. Probably not, she thought, seeing a driver speed right past them without a thought. Shaking her head, she looked over at her Miss and thought she was beautiful. She wanted to touch her skin and see if it was as smooth as it looked. Deciding to take the chance, she reached out and rubbed her hand along her arm. Gasping, she absorbed the tingling that shot through her hand through her body. Quickly snatching her hand back, Tasha looked out the window.
 
It was cute the way Tasha tried to cover herself with the towel. And, since she was new to being a slave, Sonia allowed it to slide...for now.

"I hope you have some way to get me inside without being see, Mistress," she said, taking off her top. "I wouldn't be doing this if you hadn't paid so much for me, but since you paid off my debts and more, you earned it."

Her words irked Sonia, who didn't like her missives to be disregarded in such a way. She was a lienient mistress compared to most, but an order was an order and she expected it to be obeyed no matter what. Having "earned it" was nothing. Sonia didn't earn the favors of her slave, her slave obeyed the orders that she gave. Tasha was a new slave, which meant she needed to be taught a lesson then and there before she developed an attitude and a mind of her own.

Sonia waited until Tasha was completely nude beneath the towel. They had just stopped at a red light and a car pulled up into the lane right next to the passenger's seat. She reached over and pulled the towel off Tasha, leaving her completely naked and on display to the three men in the car next to them.

"I want one thing clear," Sonia said as Tasha tried to cover herself with her hands. "You are mine. You will do as I say, when I say it no matter what." She turned a harsh glare onto Tasha, "Do you understand me? And don't you dare cover yourself. I want everyone to see the beautiful woman I own."
 
Nodding, Tasha looked down, duly chastened. "Yes, Mistress."

She couldn't say she was sorry, because she wasn't. She was still new to this life and hoped she wouldn't disappoint her Miss again. She didn't want to be punished. Feeling Her glare, she looked at her feet, pushing them off the seat. The car beside them honked and she blushed, not daring to look at the men.

"I'm just glad I don't have a job," Tasha said quietly. "Then I can't be fired over this."

Trying to think about other things, she stayed silent the rest of the way to her new home. There was no telling what her Miss would do for punishment and she really didn't want to find out.
 
With Tasha now chastised, Sonia smiled and gently ran a hand over the girl's arm.

"You are a very beautiful woman, my pet. I just want to show you off." She leaned over to lay a soft kiss on Tasha's cheek. The men in the car beside them were shouting for them to keep going and honking their horn enthusiastically. The light turned green and Sonia pressed on the gas, taking them away from the stupid boys.

"Now, put your feet up on the seat and spread your legs. I want to see that pussy."

She glanced down at the patch of pubic hair that covered Tasha's mound.

"We'll need to shave that when we get home." She said.
 
"Yes, Mistress," Tasha said quietly. She didn't mind having it shaved off, it was annoying and ugly anyway. "I should've shaved it off a long time ago, but I didn't have time for that kind of maintenance. I was lucky to have enough time just to shower and sleep between jobs. I wish I hadn't been laid off from them or fired."

Putting her feet up, she spread her legs wide, tempted to touch her pussy. But she didn't want to get into trouble. Her pussy was no longer hers, it was her Mistress's now.

"I've read erotica, Miss," she said quietly as they pulled up into a driveway. Nervous, she looked around, relieved not to see anyone at the moment.

"There were slaves, but I never believed I could become one." She waited for her orders.
 
Sonia surveyed Tasha's pussy with a hungry gaze. It looked so tasty, she couldn't wait to have her way with that delicious pussy. And it would look even better when it was completely bald.

As Tasha talked, Sonia noticed the way her fingers eased towards her pussy, as if she wanted to play with herself but was afraid to.

"Go ahead," Sonia prompted, "I want to see my pet enjoy her body. Did the idea of slaves turn you on, Tasha?" She questioned as Tasha's finger inched closer to her pussy.

Wanting to test her new pet, Sonia pulled into the parking lot of a bookstore. The outside looked nondescript, but Sonia knew it to be an adult bookstore. Parking the car near the entrance of the store, she turned the car off. "Play with yourself, pet, I want to watch you pleasure that pussy until you cum."
 
Surprised to see they weren't home yet, Tasha looked around. A bookstore. Why would Miss pull up in front of a bookstore? Does she need a book on controlling a slave? She snorted. The Miss wouldn't need anything like that. It's not like I'm hard to handle, Tasha thought. I'm not fighting her or anything like that.

Being called a pet and being told what to do was a bigger turn-on than she'd have thought. Smiling, Tasha reached down and rubbed a finger slowly along her folds softly. A small tingling occured and she rubbed herself harder, faster. It wasn't enough and soon she added another finger, then a third. Sweating, she looked at her Mistress to find her gaze fastened on her pussy. Blushing, she rubbed herself harder and squirmed in her seat. She had never cum before or felt this way.

"What do I do, Miss?" she asked quietly.
 
Watching her little pet put on such a wanton display was getting Sonia wet. She watched hungrily as Tasha rubbed her clit harder and faster. Damn she was a sexy pet. Sonia was happy she'd purchased her, and at a fraction of what she had intended to spend too!

Soon, Tasha was panting, sweat beading on her soft skin.

"What do I do, Miss?" She asked quietly. Her eyes were on Sonia, who smiled when she noticed a small cluster of men and women gathering outside of the bookstore, their eyes riveted on the young woman pleasuring herself.

"Use this." Sonia said, handing Tasha a ten inch vibrator that looked exactly like a cock, which she had grabbed from the center console. "I want to watch you fuck that pussy. But don't you dare cum until I say that you can."
 
(A fraction of what she intended to spend? Wow!)

Taking the vibrator, Tasha eagerly grabbed the dildo and stared at it, fascinated by how much it resembled a cock. After her few unpleasant experiences, she'd looked up pictures of them to see what the rave was about big cocks. She never did understand it, but this one was big. Eagerly she touched and explored it like she never had before. It felt so hard yet soft.

Smiling, she rubbed her wet pussy one last time and inserted the dildo into her cunt. She was so moist that half of it slipped right in without effort. Eyes closing, head going back, she shoved it deeper into her cunt and moaned. Tasha knew she could cum soon from this dick and started moving it in and out of her gushing pussy, hard and fast. Her fingers moving against her folds, she spiralled higher. in, out, in, out. Faster and faster her hands flew. Harder and deeper she thrust that thing. Finally she tensed and cried out, just as she inserted the full 10inches into her soaking pussy.

Moments passed with only the sound of Tasha's heavy breathing filling the air as she came down from her orgasm. Weak, she finally opened her eyes to see a press of people staring at her from the windows. Too weak to even cover herself, and why should she, she thought, her Mistress owned her now, Tasha smiled at them all. Some smiled back at her and a few even waved. She blushed and looked at Mistress, the dildo in her pussy lying forgotten.
 
The sight that Tasha made, her pussy eating up that giant vibrating cock, was making Sonia wet. And the fact that she was eagerly fucking herself with at least nine people watching her was an even bigger thrill for the Mistress. Tasha was proving to be a very enjoyable pet.

Soon, her body began to shake with an impending orgasm.

"You are not allowed to cum yet." Sonia reminded her. "Not until I say so."

But it was too late. Tasha's eyes closed and cum gushed from her pussy as her body shook with pleasure.

Sonia did not like being disobeyed. Her fury rose and, while her pet basked in the after glow of her orgasm, Sonia gripped the vibrator that still sat in her pussy and pulled it out roughly. She gripped Tasha's chin and pulled so that the young woman was staring, frightened, into her eyes.

"You disobeyed me." Sonia seethed. "That will not happen again. And, to make sure it doesn't, you are going to be punished."

Starting up the car, Sonia pulled out of the parking lot (much to the disappointment of the bystanders) and sped off to her home. Pulling into the driveway, Sonia didn't spare a second glance at Tasha as the young woman took in her new home.

Sonia was proud of her home, a large Victorian mansion that sat a few acres back from the main road. The house had been in her family for three generations, having been built by her great-great grandfather after he'd struck it rich in the railroad industry. Now, Sonia's family owned numerous iron mills, an oil company, and an airline, all of which Sonia ran as the CEO now that her father had passed.

Pulling in front of the house, Sonia climbed out of the car. "Get out." She ordered Tasha. Once the young woman was out of the car, standing on shaky legs, Sonia turned her so that she faced the car and pushed her to her knees.

"You are going to lick up every last drop of cum off my car." She said, pushing Tasha so that the girl's nose was pressed into the cum covered passenger's seat. "Do it now!"
 
"You disobeyed me." Sonia seethed. "That will not happen again. And, to make sure it doesn't, you are going to be punished."

Tasha whimpered as Mistress gripped her chin and spoke those words. She feared punishment like nothing else. She could only hope not to be whipped or forced to continue wearing that horrible collar she hated.

When they pulled into the driveway, Tasha only glanced briefly out the window at her new home. She didn't care where she lived now. Thoughts of possible punishment consumed her thoughts. Would Miss use a cane on her? A whip? Would she have to clean the house? Her eyes flew to the house in front of her and she whimpered, pressing hard against her seat. That mansion would take forever to clean up, she thought. Or would she be left alone in a dungeon to starve? Oh, she sure hoped not. That would be awful.

Climbing out, Tasha immediately went to her knees as Mistress approached her. Fear consumed her and she could barely think.

"You are going to lick up every last drop of cum off my car," Mistress said, pushing Tasha so that the girl's nose was pressed into the cum covered passenger's seat. "Do it now!"

Consumed in terror, it took her a few moments for the words to process and register in her brain. Once they did, Tasha glanced briefly at Mistress gratefully and proceeded licking her cum off the seat. Now this wasn't so bad. Not so bad at all. She rather enjoyed the taste of her cum. Licking eagerly, she couldn't suppress a moan errupting from her throat as she swallowed all she could eagerly. Some of it was dried and she used her teeth to crumble it.

All too soon she finished her work and sat back on her heels before kneeling again, head bowed as she waited for her Mistress to speak.
 
So her little pet enjoyed licking up the cum, Sonia hadn't missed the soft moan that had escaped her lips as she licked the seat clean.

"Did you enjoy that?" She asked as Tasha knelt before her with her head bowed in submission. "Well that wasn't your punishment, my pet." Sonia gripped the chain still attached to Tasha's collar and led her around the back of the house where two wooden doors sat in the ground as the entrance to the basement.

Leading Tasha down into the basement, Sonia flicked on the light and took in the sight with a sadistic smile. The basement, which ran the whole length of the house, had been transformed into the ultimate BDSM dungeon. There was a giant bed in the center of the room and, surrounding the bed was a variety of metal posts, an X-cross, and a rack. One wall of the basement was devoted to a large collection of toys, paddles, whips, blindfolds, clamps, gags, and so much more. Sonia had spent a good many years amassing her collection and she was quite proud of it.

Sonia led Tasha over to one of the metal posts. She unlocked the collar from around her neck and replaced it with a collar made of black velvet. Hooking the chain onto the collar, Sonia then hooked Tasha to the post. Once the girl was secure, Sonia moved to survey her collection, where she selected a riding crop.

"On your hands and knees." She commanded, returning to Tasha. "When a pet disobeys her Mistress, she must then be punished. And you, my pet, have been very disobedient." She ran the tip of the riding crop over Tasha's pale ass, teasing the girl, making her quake in fear. The power that Sonia held over her was addictive, there was nothing like holding someone else's life in your hands. With Tasha now on her hands and knees, Sonia ran the crop over her ass once more before bringing it back and then slapping it hard against the pale flesh. The sound of the crop on Tasha's flesh sent shivers of pleasure through Sonia. The whimpers coming from Tasha's lips brought a smile to her face.

"Maybe after a little punishment you will learn to be a good pet. What do you say. Will you be a good pet, Tasha?" She brought the crop down hard, once more, on Tasha's ass, leaving red marks in its wake.
 
Pulling at the chain, Tasha reluctantly followed Mistress down to the basement. Seeing the collection of toys, she shuddered in fear and whimpered. Going to her knees at the post, she felt the crop and whimpered.

"Please don't, Miss," she begged softly. "I promise to behave. I'm sorry, Mistress. Your pet will behave."

Cringing, she felt the crop hit her ass hard several times and tears poured from her eyes. Never, she thought. Never again will this happen to me, she vowed silently. The fear was worse than the pain.

After Mistress spoke again, Tasha nodded. "I'll behave, Mistress. I'll be a good pet for you. I'm sorry I forgot your words. It won't happen again. Please don't whip me, Mistress."

Looking up at her with pleading eyes, Tasha suddenly remembered that a slave should never look at her Master like she was doing now. Or Mistress. Cringing, she bowed her head, almost touching the floor.
 
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