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A MANSION FOR MASOCHISTS

Chapter One

Alicia was barely 18 when the strange envelope arrived in the mail. It was brown, without any decoration whatsoever. Even the return address was lacking. Alicia considered it for a moment and then "filed" it in her wastebasket. With that she went off to Women's Studies 101.

Returning from the college campus, Alicia slipped out of her clothes and trotted off to the shower. She wanted to luxuriate herself with a slow, steamy bubble bath, but she had to study. After a quick wash Alicia stepped out and, abjuring clothes, plopped her bottom down and began to study.

Perhaps it was the tedium of the subject, Feminist Theory, which distracted her. Perhaps it was her own nudity, her clinging breasts wiggling each time she took the eraser to her homework. In any event, Alicia found her mind reconsidering the large brown envelope in the wastebasket. Maybe it was a former lover, lamenting his disavowal of her. Alicia giggled at the thought of how many lusty boys she had turned down, and how many more she had led on, only to leave them at the last minute with a tight pair of balls and a penis leaking pre-cum. And then there were the males who had led her on, who had forced her to succumb to their will and allow herself to be used by them. Alicia shifted uncomfortably, realizing what she was admitting to herself.

Without another thought Alicia got up and padded over to the wastecan and, silently cursing herself, bent down and retrieved the envelope. There was a small stain on the corner from an empty, upturned milk carton, but other than that the envelope was just as before. Alicia unceremoniously ripped it open.

The card inside was quite different from its modest wrapper. It was powder blue, with pink streamers and yellow confetti pasted upon it. Opening the card Alicia found an interior of Moire satin, upon which had been written in bold strokes of black ink:

YOU ARE CORDIALLY INVITED TO AN EVENING SOIREE AT MY HUMBLE ABODE OF 18 MANORWEST LANE. PLEASE DRESS FORMALLY BUT COMFORTABLY. TELL NO ONE OF YOUR WHEREABOUTS. IF YOU ARE STILL A MINOR, I RESPECTFULLY REQUEST THAT YOU REFUSE TO HONOR THIS INVITATION.

s/MICK

"Of course!" Alicia thought to herself. It was lucky she had recovered the envelope. Alicia had applied for membership in the Phi Oui sorority and this was probably the initiation invitation she had been waiting for. Alicia's skin tingled at the thought of all the great guys that would probably be there. It was about time she had some fun. So far the only thing she'd been invited to do in college was study.

Still, Alicia was new in the area, and she'd best check out this 18 ManorWest Lane. Alicia slipped on her blouse and shorts and headed out the door. It was just growing dark, and if she hurried she could get a look at the place before she was due to be there tomorrow night. With a quick look at the map Alicia pointed her car in the appropriate direction and headed off into the sunset.

Eighteen ManorWest Lane proved to be anything but a "humble abode." It was located in the wealthiest section of town, with a secluded wood encroaching upon its rear while its front lawn offered a spectacular view of the city below. A ponderous stone wall encircled the streetward side. A thoughtfully crafted gate of metal poles, tapering to spikes at their summits, barred entry. A scattering of fallen autumn leaves lay upon the assiduously manicured lawn. Alicia let out her breath slowly. Phi Oui must have excellent connections. For a moment the mansion made her feel afraid, as if she couldn't possibly measure up to the requirements that must be made of one who thought to enter such a place. Perhaps the Phi Oui girls were a trifle too upper crust for Alicia. Even their boyfriends might find Alicia's pedigree lacking. Alicia had, after all, gotten into Ruttingame on grades, not money.

Alicia bit her lower lip and wistfully turned away from the mansion, letting her car roll gently back down the series of hillocks toward the city. She resolved to go to the mansion at the appointed hour, but first she would make use of the telephone number which the invitation had so cordially provided. If the girl at the other end was a snot, well, then Alicia would probably stay home and study. Perhaps Phi Beta Cappa would make up for a lost membership in Phi Oui.

The girl who answered at the mansion's number was everything Alicia had thought she would not be. Polite, endearing, but vague. All the delightful girl would say was that Alicia was invited, Alicia would be safe, and that Alicia would be free to leave whenever she wished. With only the slightest hesitation Alicia consented to come, and agreed to be there on the morrow.

"Would it be okay if my boyfriend came too?" Alicia asked.

"No, only you, please," the girl replied.

"Well, may I tell him where I'll be?" Alicia asked.

"If you wish, but we would prefer that you didn't," the girl said cheerily. Well, Alicia had expected as much on that score. For all she knew there wouldn't be any boys at the initiation ceremony. And Alicia had been without a boyfriend since arriving at college anyway.

"This is for Phi Oui, right?" Alicia said.

"Can't tell," the girl said, giving a giggle as if to imply that in fact it was.

Alicia arrived at the mansion the next night wearing a formal, but slightly seductive gown. It had a lower cut than might have been expected, revealing an ample amount of her fair bosom. A butler, apparently sensing her approach, opened the steel gates for her by remote control. He stood in the driveway wearing a tuxedo. As Alicia passed the butler in her car, he waved to her.

"Well, at least there will be one man here," Alicia thought to herself. The name "Mick," with which the curious invitation had been signed, was ambiguous as to gender, despite its use by a famous male rock star. Alicia subconsciously hoped that the name "Mick" in fact belonged to a man.

Alicia parked her car amidst half a dozen Jaguars and Volvos and daintily made her way on stiletto heels to the front door. A touch on the bell and a series of muted cathedral-like chimes announced her arrival. A moment later an elegantly dressed young woman, no older than Alicia, opened the door and gaily invited her in.

The girl, introducing herself as Kim, divested Alicia of her fur coat and, admiring her appearance, led her into a stately parlor.

"This is Alicia, a new arrival," Kim announced to a collection of men and women who stood chatting. Alicia's modest smile met the appreciative gaze of the guests. No sooner had Alicia accepted a delectable crouton and cannikin of Chivas than she was pressed in by people on all sides and brought to engage herself in delightful conversation.

Alicia found herself much admired by the ladies and desired by the gentlemen, who ranged in age from about 20 to 40. They wanted to know all about her, and in turn told her all about themselves, leaving out specifics, however, and speaking largely in generalities. Nonetheless, it was obvious from their speech that they were accustomed to wealth, as both sexes spoke long and languorously about their foreign travels, stock portfolios, and expensive leisure activities.

At some point it occurred to Alicia that this was not quite the age group that made itself familiar at sorority parties. Either this was a collection of Phi Oui alumnus and their significant others, or Alicia had managed to wade in to a gala that a midwestern farm girl was not accustomed to being invited to. However, in deference to her company, Alicia said nothing. Instead she allowed herself airs she had only before ever dreamed of, and permitted herself to be seduced into fantasizing of living this way forever. Feminist Theory, to say the least, was not uppermost on Alicia's mind as she allowed herself to be led into a sumptuous dining hall and seated at table by one of the men.

The gay conversation continued as a stream of food began to arrive, courtesy of two butlers and a serving girl, each exquisitely attired. Alicia helped herself to as much food and wine as her tummy desired, realizing only later in the meal that she would have to receive someone's help if she was to go home. She had become too tipsy to drive.

The meal was well advanced, the butlers keeping the table immaculate with their constant ministrations, when one of the older women spoke up.

"I think it would be wise if we allowed the men to provide themselves with a bit of entertainment, as we would not want them to feel that the night had ended unhappily," the woman, Lilith by name, said pleasantly.

"What about our new companion Alicia?" A second woman, named Beth, asked.

"Oh, yes," Lilith said. She gazed at Alicia and saw that the girl was comfortably intoxicated. "Kim, perhaps you could explain."

"Of course," Kim said. "At this point our party becomes, well, private," she said quietly. "We'd all love for you to stay, but we must warn you that, despite our class, or perhaps because of it, we can be rather decadent."

"Decadent?" Alicia repeated innocently. The wine had given her large eyes a childlike lustre. Several of the men squirmed in their seats.

"Alicia, my dear, I'm sure it is no secret to you that you are one of the more delightful creatures our men have had the privilege of setting eyes on," Lilith interrupted. "Several of our men have indicated to me that it would be most helpful for them if you would permit them to unzipper themselves as we continue our repast. They have promised to remain seated, with their members out of view, so as not to disturb your meal."

"I, I'm afraid I don't understand," Alicia said, her mind suddenly flashing back to the strange invitation she had received and comparing it with this group which had turned out to be anything but a gaggle of sorority sisters engaged in a mischievous initiation.

"You thought our invitation was from a college sorority, didn't you?" Lilith asked.

"Yes," Alicia said meekly.

"And what had you planned to do at such an occasion as that which a sorority might provide?" Lilith asked.

"Well, um, to have some fun, forget about school, and, uh, probably to be forced to get sloshed," Alicia said.

"But we haven't forced you to do anything, have we?" Lilith continued.

"Oh, no! You've been absolutely wonderful to me!" Alicia cried out. "I just wonder if, well, if I'm even supposed to be here."

"Frankly, our invitation to you was improperly addressed," Lilith lied. "Once you arrived, however, our men were loath to turn you out. Now, however, we must ask that if you wish to stay you permit our men this minor indulgence of undoing themselves."

As if to forestall further conversation on the point, several men zipped down their flies. Alicia heard the rustling of their trousers as the males freed their cocks and allowed them to spring out underneath the table. With a shy glance Alicia looked sideways at the gentleman sitting next to her. He grinned politely and returned his hands to the table.

"No offence, I hope. It is our custom," the man, named Robert, said.

"No, no offence at all," Alicia said incredulously. The lifestyle of the rich and famous was certainly different from that of Iowa farmers.

Dinner continued much as before, with naught a mention of the lewd display that was obtaining under the table. After another seven minutes or so of languid conversation, some of it pertaining to points in Aristotle's Ethics, Beth suggested that since the men had been kind enough to delight the women with the thought of their divested equipment (as she put it), perhaps the women would flatter the men with a baring of their breasts.

"Let us have our dessert in the fashion of the Polynesians, whose women are reputed to be without any sort of covering over their mammaries," Beth said.

"Kim, would you do us the honors, please?" Lilith asked.

With a smile Kim rose and, starting with the woman next to her, deferentially undid the buttons of her vest and blouse. The woman turned out to be without a bra and Kim produced the final effect by simply pulling the woman's clothes down and off her arms. The woman's breasts stood out firmly, twin peaks joining the male's recondite penises in the cool autumn air. The woman nonchalantly leaned forward and took a sip of her sherry.

"You would have worn a gown," Kim said to the next woman.

"I try to be difficult," the woman replied as Kim unzipped her in back.

"She just wants to get a head start on us," Beth said jovially. Alicia, still stunned by this new development in the proceedings, failed to understand.

Soon, of those seated, only Alicia remained to be undone. Kim unzipped her in back, then pushed the gown off her shoulders, baring Alicia's breasts. Alicia blushed.

"There, you see? That wasn't so hard, was it?" Lilith said to Alicia. "I'll bet it's been awhile since you've enjoyed an eight course dinner without your top."

"A very long while," Alicia said. Kim sat down once more beside her.

"Debbie," Lilith addressed the woman beside Kim. "Would you be kind enough to return the favor to Kim?" Debbie made to get up.

"No, let me," Alicia said suddenly, rising. "I ought to contribute too."

"Oh, what a nice thought," Lilith said.

It was then that Alicia realized that if she were to rise, her gown would be lost. She let it drop to a pool at her ankles, thanking herself for thinking to wear panties, something she didn't always do. In order that the panties might not be visible beneath her gown, Alicia had selected a pair of the sheerest silk. Of course, now that they were her only strategic covering they afforded her little more modesty than no panties at all.

Several of the men involuntarily sucked in their breaths at the sight of Alicia rising nearly naked from her chair. Besides her lemon panties, she wore only sheer white thigh-high "stay-put" hose and silver stiletto pumps. It is questionable whether Alicia would have permitted herself to be seen in this condition before virtual strangers if it had not been for the liqueur she had imbibed. Then again, she had expected something slightly kinky from a sorority initiation, and this dinner party was far superior to anything a college sorority could cook up. In fact, circumstances (and not a little cunning on the part of Alicia's hosts) had caused this new girl in town to be initiated after all, but into a group of wealthy, fashionable socialites instead of the jeans and beer crowd on campus.

Alicia leaned forward and gently undid the buttons of her new friend's vest and blouse. Her nipples tingled as they pressed into Kim's long auburn hair where it flowed down over her back. Alicia gasped as Kim's breasts suddenly sprang into view. They were firm, creamy, and resilient, not unlike her own. Alicia felt a sudden inclination to touch them, but refrained. She tugged Kim's attire off her slender, tanned shoulders, depositing it behind Kim's buttocks in the chair, and then reseated herself.

One of the men asked to relieve himself. Lilith rang a little bell and the serving girl appeared, wearing only a maid's hat, stockings, and heels. So this had all been prearranged. At the appointed hour even the serving girl was no longer permitted to remain clothed. Alicia wondered what the butlers would look like, and secretly wished one of them had responded to the call.

The serving girl had a porcelain demitasse in her hand and slipped under the table. A moment later a tinkling sound was heard, and it was clear to Alicia that the man was urinating into the cup.

"Please stop, sir, the cup is getting full," the girl under the table implored the man. With a groan he cut off the flow of his urine. The girl rose from under the table, slightly flushed, and poured the contents of the cup into a carafe on the table which had previously been emptied of its wine.

Alicia sat spellbound as the girl attended to each man in turn, each emptying his bladder into the cup. She marveled at the males' ability to start and stop the flow of their urine, and knew that such control boded well for the evening should Alicia choose to be divested of her panties.

As the serving girl attempted to pour the contents of one of the men into the carafe she spilled some urine on the table. Lilith cursed her and ordered her to tell the butler. Alicia, watching closely, wondered if the girl hadn't spilled the urine on purpose.

After the serving girl had finished her task and left, Beth asked, "Well, that takes care of the men. They are ready to drink their fill with dessert. But what about we ladies?"

"I suppose only one of the butlers needs to deal with the serving girl, let us summon the other," Lilith replied. She raised the small brass bell sitting at her place and gave it a shiver.

The butler appeared, wearing naught but a bow tie, vest, and his black shoes and socks. Alicia trembled at the sight of his rampant prick. In his hand he held a small porcelain bowl.

"You called, madam," the butler asked.

"Beth wishes to relieve herself without being deprived of our company," Lilith said.

"I thought so," the butler replied. "Madam," the butler said, addressing Beth, "If you would be so kind as to stand and step up upon your chair?" He assisted her in rising and then had her step onto her chair, and then from that unsteady perch onto the table.

A faint cry wafted into the dining room followed by the crack of a whip against bare flesh as Beth squatted down onto the table and began to pee into the porcelain bowl. As she wore crotchless panties, it was not necessary to remove them prior to urinating.

By the time Lilith was squatting on the table, Alicia realized that the cries she was hearing were from the serving girl. She was apparently being whipped for spilling the urine. Alicia wondered if the butler would manage to be more careful. He was certainly protecting the linen tablecloth from the squatting women, as he kept a folded linen napkin beneath the porcelain bowl to catch any spills.

Eventually the butler stood behind Alicia. Timidly she allowed him to take her hand. She rose and stepped onto her chair.

"Your panties, Miss, if you please," the butler said. Awkwardly Alicia reached down to peel off her translucent panties. The butler kept a steadying hand on her arm as she pulled the fabric down and off her stiletto heels. Her posture procured not a few appreciative sighs from her hosts. Then, like a little girl, Alicia clambered up onto the table and knelt down upon it. The butler, having wiped the bowl dry with a handkerchief in his vest, placed it beneath her. Alicia reached two fingers down to her quim and felt royally immoral as she released the contents of her bladder into the bowl. All the while the cries of the serving girl came softly to her ears, and the steady crack of naked leather on bare flesh.

As he was pouring the last libation of the final female into the carafe, the butler managed to spill some urine onto the tablecloth. Lilith cursed him and rang her bell. Out came the serving girl, sobbing uncontrollably, her breasts heaving and jiggling, her hips wobbling uncertainly with each step.

"Bring my crop," Lilith ordered. The girl, halfway to the table, turned about and headed back into the kitchen. Alicia shuddered at the bright pinkness of the girl's bottom. Only minutes before it had been white as snow.

Seconds later the serving girl appeared with the riding crop. She handed it to Lilith.

"Mmm, nice and warm," Lilith said, caressing the tawny leather.

"As you like it ma'am," the girl said. Of course, the crop was warm from its contact with the serving girl's seat.

"Go thank Frederick for your lesson," Lilith commanded the serving girl, indicating the butler who had punished her.

"Yes'm," the girl replied, and scurried off, happy no doubt to be out of range of the crop.

"Your indolence has stained my favorite tablecloth," Lilith said to the errant butler as he stood dutifully before her. "I know of your enormous self control under the lash, you would not cry out for our amusement as the girl did. Therefore, you shall submit right here, before us, where we can enjoy the full measure of your humiliation, in plain view."

Lilith ordered the butler to bend over and he did so, placing his hands upon his knees. Lilith then had two women rise and hold down the butler's shoulders, preventing him, at least in principle, from rising. Lilith stood and raised the crop.

Alicia covered her eyes with her hands as the whip slashed down upon the butler. Kim put an arm around her shoulder.

"Poor thing, haven't you seen the likes of this before?" Kim asked.

"N, no," Alicia said, biting her lower lip.

"You'll see lots more fun things, if you stay," Kim said comfortingly. "Here, have another sip of Chivas." Alicia accepted, letting Kim pour the fluid into her mouth for her.

"This sounds silly, but have you ever had an oral enema?" Kim asked politely.

"A what?" Alicia responded.

"You know, a little liqueur up your bottom," Kim said. "I first tried it when I was 15."

"What's it like?" Alicia asked.

"It's a great prelude to having a man up you there," Kim said. "Have you ever had a man up your hole?"

"You mean my, my bung hole?" Alicia asked. Kim caressed her shoulder, her hot, moist breath on her cheek.

"Yes," Kim said, and lightly kissed Alicia's cheek.

"I, I can't remember," Alicia replied. Kim gently fondled Alicia's breast.

"Get on the table," Kim said.

"Wh-Why?" Alicia asked.

"So you can have an excuse to wear your panties when we're dancing," Kim said. This sounded like an excellent idea to Alicia, who had been looking for an excuse to reclaim her undies since she had urinated. Had she known what such a gesture of modesty in such decadent surroundings portended, she would have doubtless declined.

By this time Lilith had finished with the butler, and ordered him away. Alicia, at Kim's urging, stepped up onto the table. She brushed her long golden tresses back with both hands and then squatted down as before.

"Onto your knees, please," Kim said, "and bend forward until your forehead touches the table."

"Oh, goody! Alicia, having granted us the spectacle of number one, is about to compliment us with number two," Lilith said, clearly ecstatic at the prospect. Alicia, having dropped to her knees but still otherwise erect, turned and looked over her shoulder at Kim, both hands still at her face.

"Your forehead, dear, place it down upon the table," Kim said softly. Without really pondering the ramifications of such a posture, Alicia obeyed. She felt strangely warm and comfortable as she knelt before her newfound friends. Her eyes met those of a handsome older man and he smiled approvingly. Alicia thought of his rampant penis beneath the table, and the equally erect members of the other men. These fellows were a far cry from the crude drunkards who passed for men in college. These men knew the value of restraint, how it aroused a girl, and they had the will to remain disciplined.

"Am I to be taken now?" Alicia asked Kim quietly. Her body trembled with sexual tension.

"No, dear, you must wait until later for that," Kim said softly. "This is just a little teaser."

"If we let the men go at you now they would be too tired to dance," Lilith said to Alicia.

"Lift your bottom a little more," Kim said, tenderly placing her hand at the jutting apex of Alicia's thighs. Alicia raised her posterior as much as she could and felt Kim part her cheeks.

"Did you really send me that envelope by accident?" Alicia asked aloud of the group, her eyes on Lilith.

"Of course not, dear," Lilith replied. She indicated the young man next to her, whom Alicia had shared a smile with just moments before. "Skip here is a surfer and he spotted you on the beach. He followed you home and then reported to us what a marvellous addition you would be to our little band."

"Forgive me," Skip grinned.

"You're forgiven," Alicia said honestly, a dollop of her spittle dribbling onto the tablecloth. Behind her Kim dipped the tip of a glass straw into a tub of vaseline and then slipped it into Alicia's bottom.

"What are you doing?" Alicia asked, glancing behind her. A young girl named Lisa poured a glass of liqueur into Kim's mouth.

"Remain still," Lisa said to Alicia, without looking at her. Lisa's breasts were quite large and she looked like a girl who could force Alicia to obey if that became necessary.

Alicia was wondering if she should squeeze out the glass straw by contracting her bottom cheeks when she felt a chilled fluid trickle into her rectum. A moment later her intestines were filling with wine.

In a mirror on the far wall Alicia saw Kim, her mouth to the glass straw, emptying the wine in her mouth through the straw into Alicia's bottom. Alicia wriggled once, involuntarily, but otherwise stayed put. It was the strangest feeling in the world. First her breasts had been freed to enjoy the cool evening air, now her rectum (of all things!) was free to take pleasure in the chilliness of the wine.

Alicia was far enough forward on the table that Kim had to lean over quite a bit to reach her bottom. As if to add to a scene already charged with eroticism, one of Kim's breasts accidentally dipped into Alicia's wine glass. Kim gasped as her areola met the stinging iced wetness of Bordeaux.

"We must have Kim do this more often," Lilith murmured to Beth.

"Yes, she should have Alicia's bottom overhang the edge of the table, for easy access," Beth replied. "In case fucking were to obtain after the enema. The men could not reach her as she is now."

"Unless they got up on the table."

"So cumbersome. I prefer to have a girl rutted freely, with a minimum of fuss."

"Walk-in service?"

"Walk up service."

"We shall all have to party like this more often," Lilith concluded.

"Good girl," Lisa said to Alicia in a not altogether un-commanding tone. She leaned forward and let her long nailed fingers titillate Alicia's dangling nipples.

When Kim had finished, Lilith asked to try. Alicia remained kneeling as Lisa filled Lilith's mouth with wine and the older woman bent forward to empty her orifice into Alicia's.

"Do you feel full yet?" Lilith asked Alicia when she was done.

"N, Not yet," Alicia stammered.

"Good! Then Beth here would like to have a try," Lilith said. "My, we haven't had such fun since we tied up that prostitute, and she was only doing it for the money!"

After Beth, Alicia asked to be emptied. Kim placed a carafe beneath her bottom and asked her to lift up her shoulders, while remaining kneeling. As soon as Alicia had made her back erect the wine began to gush out of her rectum.

"Try to hold it in, let it go in spurts, it's more fun that way!" Kim adjured. Alicia squeezed her cheeks tightly together and succeeded in cutting off the flow. Then, at Kim's command, she let loose again, stopping it once more when Lisa said to. Gradually the carafe was permitted to fill with murky brown wine.

When Alicia felt empty, Kim wiped her bottom with linen handkerchiefs. Then Alicia was helped down from the table and into her panties.

"You'll need these," Kim said. "Even though you feel empty, more will dribble out. Your panties will sort of act as diapers."

"Now let's dance!" Lilith commanded the group.

"Only for a short while," one of the men, named Frank, said. "I'm dying!" The other males grunted their assent. At once they all stood, penises painfully erect. Even a saint could not have witnessed what they had, and not been severely affected. Typically male, they wished to be teased, but found themselves in agony as a result. Alicia, staring at their throbbing cocks, almost pitied them.

"I think we should take her right now, while she's still wet and slippery," one of the men said of Alicia, in obvious reference to her well moistened bottomhole.

"Uh Uh, I intend to show this girl what a fine dancer I am, to earn first dibs on her," Skip said, coming up behind Alicia and grasping her diminutive shoulders with his calloused palms.

"What a capital idea," Lilith gushed. "Each man shall dance with Alicia in turn, and she will pick the best dancer to be her paramour."

"Her primary paramour," Frank said, indicating that he expected all the men to ultimately take her.

"Alicia will be the judge of that, won't you, dear?" Lilith said comfortingly to her.

"Yes," Alicia replied softly, allowing Skip to lead her into the grand ballroom which adjoined the dining room. Behind her Lilith was telling Frank that there were plenty of other pussies besides Alicia's, and he was retorting that there were a few pussies and a lot of tunnels for trucks in the present company.

The glittering light of an overhead chandelier sparkled on Alicia's bare breasts as Skip whisked her into his arms and led her in a waltz. Skip's hand trailed down to cup Alicia's pantied bottom, where upon doing a swirl on her stiletto heels Alicia felt a wetness emanate from her nether orifice. She felt a sense of abandon as her bottom dribbled forth the final droplets of wine. She placed her mouth to Skip's hairy chest and began to lick it. Skip urged down Alicia's panties and slid one of his fingers into her slick asshole. The music built toward a crescendo and, lewdly coupled, they danced on.

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