"I want revenge!" Marie screamed as the front door slammed behind 
her.

"What happened" Lynette, her roommate asked.

"I have just been totally humiliated!  I was down at Sam's (a 
local bar), and , Oh I am just so stupid!"

"What, what is it!" Lynette asked, becoming increasingly annoyed 
by Marie's hesitance.

"I somehow got involved in a strip pool game with a cute guy I had 
just met.  Don't ask me how I fell for that stupid tactic, but I 
did.  And I LOST!"  With this admission, Marie began to sob 
gently.  "I mean, I really thought he was nice and all.  So when  
he suggested we play strip pool, I went along for a bit, thinking 
he would call it off at the last minute.  Well, he did not.  And  
not only did I have to disrobe in front of him, but his two 
roommates saw me naked as well!"

Lynette tried to stifle the chuckle she felt building in her 
throat.  "Well, that's what you get for letting your crotch do all 
your  thinking for you.   Perhaps a little revenge is called 
for."

"Really" Marie exclaimed, "Would you help me?"

"I think I know just the person who can."

Lynette and Marie had not only been friends for life, they had 
pledged the same sorority and were roommates and Delta Pi .   
Lynette had long brown hair and pert little breasts that never 
moved when she went on her morning jogs.  Marie however was a 
different story altogether, equally attractive as Lynette, she was 
what one would call stacked.  Standing 5'9" she was a very hearty 
38 D cup, and as one would imagine, very popular with the guys.   

Lynette and Marie were among twelve girls who lived at the 
sorority house.  As Marie told the other girls what happened, she  
noticed Sandra smirking to herself.

"Sandra" Marie barked  "I don't know why you think this is so 
funny!"

"I don't" she coolly replied, "Was this guy you played pool with 
named Tom by any chance?"

"Yes!  Do you know him?"

"I know of him, you see I am a bit of a pool player myself.  I 
have seen him play before.  You see I am a bit of a pool player  
myself.  If he doesn't remember me, I think I have the perfect 
revenge plot for him."

"Really!" Marie cried.  "What is your plan?"

"Well" Sandra continued "I used to be a pool hustler in high 
school.  Perhaps we should give him a taste of his own medicine."    
All the girls thought that would be a good idea, so the plot was 
hatched.

The next day all of the girls went down to Sam's.  Tom, as they 
had planned, was there playing a game of pool with his friend.  

"Just follow my lead" Sandra whispered to Marie as they began to 
play a game of pool.  Sandra worked hard to make it appear that 
she was a poor player.  The other girls all situated themselves 
around the bar, not wanting to miss the show that was  coming up.  
The only people in the bar other than they were Tom, his roommate 
and the bartender.  As Sandra and Marie played, she noticed Tom 
watching her very intently.  She knew how to dress for just the 
right reaction.   She was barefoot and wore cutoff shorts that 
barely covered her beautifully rounded ass.  On top of this she 
purposefully wore a white T-shirt  that was two sizes too small, 
without a bra.  Every curve of her ample breasts were visible 
through the straining white fabric,  and her always erect nipples 
were clearly in view.  "Wink at him" Sandra mouthed to Marie.

Marie complied, and Tom began to strut over.  Oh what a self 
inflated stud he was too.  At 6'3" and a well chiseled physique,  
Tom thought he truly was Adonis reincarnated.  

"Up for a rematch?" Tom asked Marie.  "Or perhaps I can play your 
friend."

Sandra chimed in.  "Oh I think I am too good for you." She said 
sarcastically.

"Really?" Tom replied jokingly.  "Care to bet on that?"

Sandra winked at Marie.  "Sure, what did you have in mind?"

"How about a little strip pool" Tom replied, barely able to 
contain his excitement at the prospect of stripping this lovely  
specimen.

"OK� Sandra agreed, and the game began.  "But you have more 
clothes than I do.  That isn't quite fair now is it?"

Tom reluctantly agreed.  "Well, how about we play best 3 out of 4.  
Loser strips at the end."

"OK" Sandra nodded.

Sandra purposely lost the first two games.  Tom, flush with 
victory, began to get over-confident.

"Hmmm, one more and you are naked!  Two more and its a total 
skunk!" he gloated.

Now that she realized he was getting overconfident, Sandra, to 
Tom's great horror and disbelief won the next t three games in a  
row.  As the last ball fell into the pocket, she confidently strode 
over to the open jawed Tom and whispered into his ear "Time  to 
get naked big boy!".  His shame and humiliation only excited her 
more as he flustered for a way out.  Sandra, being the pool shark 
that she is, had truly not played up to her actual skill level.  
She did not want to give away her little secret, therefore  
setting the stage for her ultimate revenge plot.

With a gleam in her eye, she turned and winked at Marie who was 
visibly salivating and Tom's downfall.  Tom's face blushed as red 
as a tomato as he realized that he was now surrounded by and the 
complete center attention of the entire sorority.  Not another 
soul was in the bar, except for the bartender who was barely able 
to withhold his laughter.  

"This can't be happening!" his mind raced as he now realized he 
was going to have to strip down in front of all these attractive  
women.  She was supposed to be naked, not me.  As he fumbled 
about, he meekly said "Double or nothing?", expecting that his  
request would be refused.

"Well" Sandra replied "Perhaps?"

Tom now got hopeful.  Maybe he would be allowed to escape with his 
dignity after all.  

"What are you proposing?  After all, you don't have much more to 
lose." she replied, stifling back a giggle.

"How about one more game, If I win I can keep my clothes, If I 
lose..." Tom paused, trying to think of a punishment that  would 
satisfy her, yet still not be too bad if he had to do it.
 

"You become our slave?" Marie finished his sentence for him.

"OK Tom" Sandra continued "If you win you may keep one article of 
clothing.  If you lose, you not only are to get naked, but will 
remain naked, and in our service for day for each ball I beat you 
by."

Tom's mind raced.  So far, they had seemed to be evenly matched, 
even if she won, it wouldn't be by too much and though  
humiliating, it did seem the only way he could hope to keep his 
shorts.  Meekly he nodded his agreement.

Sandra turned and winked again at Marie.  The trap door just 
closed and Tom was caught, although he did not know it yet.  

"I will go easy on you" she said, "You may break first."

As Tom rose to take his shot, the other girls began to taunt him.

"Don't choke Stud!"

"Mmmmmmm, I can't way for my daily foot massage,� cried another.

This distracted Tom a bit, but he did manage to make a good break 
and sunk three balls.

"Hmmmm" Sandra said condescendingly  "I hoped you enjoyed taking 
that shot, that will be the last one you will be making."

Tom saw an opportunity.  "Oh yeah, care to bet on that?"

Sandra could not believe her luck.  This boy had no idea what she 
was capable of, and was now practically begging for abuse.   
"Sure, what did you have in mind?" she replied.

"I bet that you will miss at least one shot.  If you do, not only 
will I retain my clothes, but you and Marie there will be my  
willing sex slaves for a weekend."
 

"And if I make all the shots?" she replied with a smirk.

"Make those weeks of servitude and not days" he answered, 
confident that she would miss at least one.

A great hoot went up from the girls.  "Hmmmmm, a naked slave boy 
for the rest of the semester.  Well, that's too tempting to pass 
up.  I agree."

Tom returned to his seat, smugly assured that he had snatched 
victory from the jaws of defeat.  His mind drifted to all of the  
erotic adventures he would have with the lovely Marie and Sandra, 

Slave to him for the weekend.

She made the first shot.  "That's one week stud boy."

His face was unchanged.

She made the second, third, fourth and fifth shots in short 
succession.  "Mmmmmmm, that's a little over a month.  Are you  
sure you don't want to cut your losses?"  By this time, Sandra, 
who enjoyed the thought of getting revenge was starting to  feel 
sorry for her mark.  She also was a little worried that she might 
blow it as well.

The look on Tom's face when the last ball remained on the table 
was priceless.  He was sweating profusely and turning a bright  
shade of purple.  How can this be!, he kept thinking.  What have I 
done!  The last shot went in.   "Well, that's it!  Time to pay up!" 
Sandra commanded.

Tom looked nervously around the room.  Every female eye was fixed 
on him as a cat stares down a mouse.  The bartender, unable to 
control himself any longer, fell to the ground in a hysterical 
laughing fit.  As he rose, three girls caught him by the arm and 
began to remove his shirt and unbuckle his belt buckle.

"Just in case you were thinking about running, I brought my 
friends with me so you wouldn't Welsh."

Outnumbered 12 to one, they quickly stripped Tom down to his 
shorts.  He struggled uselessly against them.  The final article  
of clothing was his jock, which by now was straining at the seams.

"Marie" Sandra commented  "I will let you do the honors".

Marie, with a glint of satisfaction in her eyes strolled up to Tom 
and violently ripped the shorts off of him, exposing him  
completely naked to the crowd.  The girls went wild with laughter.

She then retrieved a cockleash from her purse and fastened it 
around his balls.  Two other girls pushed his wrists together and  
handcuffed them behind his back..   With total victory in her 
smile Marie announced it was time to take the slave boy home and  
proceeded to lead Tom by the balls out onto the street.
 
 

It was the longest and most humiliating experience Tom had ever 
faced.  He could not believe this was happening to him.  Here he 
was, totally naked, hands bound, being led by a cockleash down main 
street in broad daylight.  As this parade of shame continued, 
crowds of students, mostly girls, gathered around cheering his 
tormentors on.  Tom even saw his roommate, who he thought would 
stop and help him, but could do nothing but laugh hysterically on 
the ground.  His only hope lay in somehow a cop stopping this 
show.  Unluckily for him, no police were to be found on the 
quarter mile hike from Sam's Bar to  the sorority house.  It 
seemed to Tom that every student on campus had been witness to his 
shame.  He had never felt so degraded in his entire life. Little 
did he realize what was to happen to him next.

As the girls led Tom into the living room of the sorority house, 
the few missing girls came downstairs to see what all the noise  
was about.

"What in the world is going on!" Melanie, a very attractive auburn 
haired beauty cried as she saw Sandra drag Tom by the nads  into 
the middle of the room.

"Melanie, meet Tom, our new house-boy for the semester.  I won him 
this afternoon." Said Sandra, the tone in her voice dripping with  
evil satisfaction.

"Nice package!" Melanie replied as she stepped closer to inspect 
the new property of  Delta Sigma Tau.

"OK Tom, here are the rules:" Sandra began.

1.  No clothing is to be worn inside of the sorority house, unless 
instructed by a member of the house.
2.  All commands are to be obeyed instantly and without question.  
Any hesitation will result in extreme punishment, which I assure 
you, you will not like.
3.  Your cock as well as the rest of your body now belongs to this 
house.  You will not touch or relieve yourself unless instructed 
by a member of this house.
4.  Any outside trips you must make, such as going to class or 
other errands we may send you on, will be conducted wearing a  
uniform that will be provided for you.
5.  You are to refer to all of the girls here as Mistress So and 
So. 

�Are you clear on the rules so far?"

Meekly Tom whispered yes.  This was met with a hard slap to the 
face.

"You forgot rule number 5 Slaveboy!"

"Yes Mistress Sandra"

"Since you will be required to do chores around the house, as well 
as leave the house unattended sometimes, I have decided to  put 
this restraining device on you.  Turn him around girls!"

At her command, two of the girls spun Tom around and kicked his 
legs apart and pushed his head to the floor, leaving his  asshole 
and balls completely exposed.  Being handcuffed as he was it was 
pointless to resist.  Fear gripped his mind as he felt some 
object being inserted far into his anus.  The pain was tremendous, 
but at the same time his cock, which was almost  exploding at this 
time, got even harder and he almost came.  His cries of pain were 
met with nervous giggles from around the  room.  Just as the first 
wave of agony was subsiding, he felt a small metal ring being 
locked around his balls.

"You may uncuff him now" Sandra instructed the girls.  Nervously, 
they complied, fully expecting Tom to either attack them or  make 
a run for it.  As soon as the cuffs were removed, Tom, as 
expected, bolted for the door.  Four steps into his escape the  
most excruciating pain ripped through his ass and testicles.  It 
felt as though someone had stuck a red hot poker up his ass.

As he flailed helplessly on the floor, he noticed Sandra holding 
what looked to be a TV remote control in her hand.

"I thought you would try to welch, Tom.  That's why I took this 
precaution.  If you try to escape, I will sear you insides and  
balls so badly you will never be able to enjoy sex again.  If you 
play by the rules, we will not have to resort to these  Draconian 
measures.  OK?"  Tom could not speak, but was able to nod his head 
in agreement.  Sandra turned the fiendish device off.

"Believe it or not Tom, that was the lowest setting.  Any attempt 
to remove the device will automatically set it off.  You will be a  
eunuch before any doctor would be able to remove it from you, so I 
would try to cooperate.  It also has a timing device, so if  
decide to try to get out of range of  its radio contact, it will 
automatically activate."

Tom was trapped and he knew it.  There was not hope for escape 
now.  Another horrible feature of the cock ring was that it  
seemed to keep him perpetually aroused, and yet prevented any 
chance of release.  To his horror Tom saw that Sandra was passing 
out remotes to every girl in the house.  At any given time, any 
one of them could reduce him to a quivering mass of tormented 
flesh.

"There is a pleasant side to this device as well Tom" Sandra said 
as she pushed another button on the remote.  Instantly, the butt  
plug began to vibrate.  Slowly at first it eventually built up 
into a crescendo of pulsating torment.  The plug was positioned so  
that it directly stimulated his prostrate gland.  Tom began to get 
the most intense hard-on he had ever experienced, and  reflexively 
started to stroke his cock.

Laughing as she watched his noneffectual masturbation, Sandra 
turned up the intensity.  "Beg for release dog boy".

Desire, overcoming all shame, caused Tom to practically cry like a 
baby.  "Please, please let me cum." he whimpered.  Marie, getting 
hot from watching Tom writhing on the floor in abject aroused 
agony, surreptitiously snuck two fingers inside her  panties and 
began to finger herself.

"Bark like a dog!" Sandra commanded.

Without questioning or pause, Tom got onto all fours and began to 
howl, pant bark and growl in such a manner as to make any  golden 
retriever jealous.

"Lick my shoe clean" she continued.

Tom, again wild with desire and anxious for release, dropped to 
his knees and ran his tongue over the bottom of her shoes.  In  
the back of his mind he was aware that any self respect he had for 
himself was diminishing rapidly, but he MUST HAVE  RELEASE!

"Who wants control of him for the first night?" Sandra asked the 
room.   After much debate amongst themselves, they all agreed 
that since Sandra had won him, she should enjoy him the first 
night.  After all, they owned him for the rest of the semester.  
There would be plenty of time for everyone to have fun.

Sandra was pleased.  Even though she had perpetrated this revenge 
on Tom, she did find him most attractive.  The thought of him 
slaving away between her thighs made her panties even wetter than 
they already were.  Without any fanfare she pointed Tom upstairs 
and told him to wait for her in her bedroom.

Tom's hopes began to soar.  Perhaps now she would allow him to 
cum.

The sight that greeted Tom when she entered the bedroom, almost 
made him not regret losing.  Sandra was beautiful, and now was 
completely naked in front of him.  Her breasts were perfectly 
round and slightly turned up at the end.  Her legs were smooth, 
muscular and long.  As she hopped onto the bed she lay back and 
opened her legs revealing the tastiest looking  snatch he had ever 
seen.  She had neatly trimmed the hair from her pussy so that only 
a small slit of fur remained.  Her cunt lips were completely 
pink, and from pure observation, sopping wet.  She slowly leaned 
forward and cuffed Toms wrists to  either post at the foot of the 
bed.  He was completely immobilized, but totally entranced the 
vision in front of him.

Once again she opened her legs and slowly slid down to where he 
could reach her.

"Get to work.  If I am satisfied, I may reward you." she commanded 
as she turned up the intensity of the butt plug and laid  back 
with her hands behind her head.  Tom eagerly dove into his work, 
running his tongue over her engorged clit.  Within minutes the 
first of many orgasms shuddered through her body.  As he continued 
to slurp away, she dug into his shoulders  with her long nails.  
Soon he could tell when she was about to cum by the intensity of 
her scratching.  Over and over for four hours he ate her to one 
after another orgasm.  Soon his tongue began to lose feeling and 
he began to wonder when, if ever, she  would be satisfied.  After 
the fourteenth orgasm that was so violent she screamed as if being 
eviscerated, she whispered into his  ear that that was the best 
pussy eating she had ever had.

"You definitely will be rewarded!" she smiled as she pulled 
herself back up on the bed.

Tom began to lick his chapped lips.  The constant vibrating in his 
ass was driving him crazy.   If he didn't cum soon, he was afraid 
he would lose his mind.  As he stared down at his helpless purple 
cock, he prayed she would be fast.  "Come on Sandra, time to 
uncuff me" he thought to himself unconsciously.

Yawning Sandra continued "But, better make that tomorrow.  All 
that cunt licking has made me sleepy, good night".  And with  
those words Sandra turned out the light and passed out leaving the 
butt plug in Tom still vibrating and stranding him helpless,  
cuffed at the foot of her bed.   At first, Tom wanted to scream 
NOOOOOOOO! But rightfully fearing her wrath sheepishly said, 
"Good night".  
 
 

What a long hard night Tom suffered.  Bound  naked hard and 
helpless at the foot of Sandra�s bed with a butt plug vibrating 
all night kept him perpetually aroused.  By morning, he was 
delirious with fatigue and lust.  Sandra slept deeply.  Nothing 
put her to sleep harder or faster than being slowly eaten to 
multiple orgasms as Tom had done the night before.  Around 8:00 
a.m. she lazily awoke and smiled at the sight of Tom throbbing 
pitifully at her feet.

�Morning Tom, sleep well?� she mockingly asked.

�Yes Mistress� came his meek reply, barely audible as his throat 
was dry.

�Well, I promised you release this morning and so I shall 
reciprocate.� she announced as she fastened the cockleash to Tom 
and unchained him from her bed.  Tom could barely walk as he was 
led downstairs into the living room.  His knees and legs ached 
from kneeling all night, and his throat was dry from having eaten 
Sandra out so many times.  He could still taste her on his chapped 
lips.

When they reached the living room Sandra called all of the girls 
into the room.  She announced that it was time for Tom to have his 
release, so all of the girls began to take seats in a circle 
around him.  Tom flushed with embarrassment.  The idea of cumming 
in front of a room full of attractive women both excited and 
humiliated him.  Two girls stepped behind Tom and forced him into 
a crouching position on the floor.   His hopes soared as he felt 
the cockring being unlocked from his testicles.  While he closed 
his eyes anticipating the end to his delicious torment, the girls 
handcuffed his wrists to his ankles.  �Don�t want to give you any 
ideas about escape!� Sandra chuckled.  Now that he was in 
position,  Sandra stood in front of him.

�All right Tom, you are free from the cockring for 2 minutes.  If 
I were you I would make the best of it!�

�What!� he cried.  �I thought that you...�

Sandra interrupted �No way!  You thought I was going to service 
you! HA!  No Tom, I am giving you 2 minutes access to our property 
(as she mentioned the word property, she ran her big toe over 
Tom�s throbbing cock).  So you better use your time wisely.�

Tom could not believe it.  How was he supposed to masturbate.  Not 
only was he mortified at the prospect of jacking off in front of a 
room full of women, (his lust overpowered any objections he might 
have had on that subject), how, with his hands cuffed to his 
ankles, was he supposed to do it.  As he looked around the room in 
desperation, he saw Marie slowly giving head to a banana and 
winking at him.  �They want me to suck myself off!�  Frantically he 
stretched his mouth as close as he could to his penis.  Even 
though he realized that they were filming this ultimate 
degradation, his need to empty his engorged balls was too 
compelling to deny.  He twisted and thrashed, desperately trying 
to reach his penis.  These antics seemed to excite many of the 
girls and a few of them excused themselves to go relieve 
themselves in private.  Just as he finally go the very tip of his 
cock in his mouth he was violently ripped away from it.  �Times 
up!� Marie announced.

Tom now realized that all that humiliation was for nothing.  Now 
hornier than ever he almost began to cry in frustration.  �Tom, 
are you not in the mood?� Sandra asked sarcastically.   �Well, its 
time for your bath, perhaps that will perk you up.�  Again the 
cockring was attached and his wrists were uncuffed from his ankles 
and recuffed behind his back.  He was now led upstairs and into 
the communal shower.  It was nothing more than one large stall 
with 8 or 9 showerheads.  Several of the girls fastened Toms hands 
above his head to some eyerings in the ceiling and chained his 
legs apart as far as they would spread.  Sandra again unfastened 
the cockring, and for the first time in 24 hours, removed the butt 
plug.  �Wouldn�t want to electrocute our property now, would we?�  
Other girls began to come into the shower and began to disrobe.   
Normally this would have been a fantasy come true for him, but now 
it only added to his torment.  Like being a starving man forced to 
watch a feast, Tom could do nothing as the parade of naked supple 
female flesh began to surround him.  

Two girls, who Tom didn�t know, approached him, soap and sponge in 
hand.  �Time to wash up stinky boy�.   Before long there were 
eight or nine pairs of female hands soaping and scrubbing every 
inch of his body.  They left no crevice untouched.  The worst of 
it was the penis scrubbing.  One rather attractive girl knelt 
before him and caressed his purple tormented cock between her 
soapy breasts.  He thought he would lose his mind.  After a while 
the girls rinsed him off and began to bathe themselves.  He could 
do nothing but hang there, throbbing and frustrated as he watched 
them soap up their supple breasts and run the their lathered 
sponges over their beautifully trimmed pussies.  He could stand no 
more and began to struggle violently at his bonds.  His gyrations 
caused much amusement.

Vicki, a pert little blonde with a behind one would kill for, 
sadistically rubbed her ass over his helpless cock.  When he tried 
to penetrate her, she would move just inches out of his reach.  
After all of the girls had their shower, they dried him off and 
reinserted his butt plug and reattached his cockring.  Once again, 
he was in their power so that it was pointless to try anything 
after they uncuffed him.  Again, they led him downstairs where 
Marie was waiting with a list in her hand.

�OK Tom, here is your list of chores for today.  I want you to 
start first with mowing the front yard.�

Tom read the list and then without thinking, looked down at his 
naked meat hanging frustrated from his legs.  He had been naked 
since yesterday, and now feared that his humiliation would include 
having to parade naked outside.

�Don�t worry Tom, we promised you a uniform.�   Several of the 
other girls giggled as they realized what was coming.

�Here you go Tom� Marie said as she handed him a pair of petite 
thong panties.  � I hope they fit.�

This was worse than being naked, he thought to himself.  The thong 
panties barely concealed any of his cock, and the silk only 
further tormented his cock.  The back of the panties exposed his 
entire ass.

As he walked outside, he blushed when he received a couple of 
catcalls from the neighboring sorority.  Several other girls, who 
had been walking by, stopped and decided to watch the show as 
well.  Before he knew it, quite a crowd had gathered to watch his 
humiliation.  Instead of a lawnmower, Marie had given him a pair 
of dull scissors to cut the grass.  It would take all day.  All 
day he would be on display for every person walking by.  He could 
only hope that no one he knew would decide to walk down this 
street.  Just when he thought it couldn�t get any worse, he 
realized that the panties they had given him were shrinking.  

The girls had thought of everything.  The panties they had given 
him were treated with a chemical, that when wet, shrank and 
eventually disintegrated.  Tom was drenched in sweat.  As he 
crawled around, cutting grass as fast as he could, he noticed 
little shreds of the only covering he had unraveling.  If he 
didn�t finish fast, he would end up naked.  To make matters worse, 
his cock, which had finally subsided to a partial erection 
earlier, began to get hard again.  This would only hasten the 
process.  He must concentrate on something nonsexual he thought to 
himself.  

Some in the crowd somehow must have caught on to his predicament.  
One girl in particular began to run her hands over her breasts and 
between her legs every time she caught his eye.  Tom tried 
valiantly not to look, but being a man has its disadvantages.  The 
sight of an attractive woman touching herself is too compelling 
not to watch, no matter what the consequences.  Before long the 
inevitable happened and he again had a raging hard-on.  Very 
little of his genitalia was a mystery now, but somehow the panties 
did not break.  As Tom rose to dump a handful of cuttings he was 
startled by the sound of applause and cheers going up from the 
crowd.  He was afraid to look down, knowing what the applause 
meant.  Finally he did look and the panties had completely snapped 
and disintegrated.  He was now standing stark naked in front of 
them.  He looked over at the girl who had been tormenting him and 
she just winked, stifled a little giggle and walked on.  He would 
now be forced to finish this degrading task completely naked.

Just when he thought it couldn�t get any worse, he felt the butt 
plug begin to vibrate.  �OH MY GOD!�  he whispered to himself, as 
the stimulation caused him to jerk reflexively.  Sandra was on the 
front porch, remote in hand, staring at him.  �Lets give �em a good 
show now Tom� she said as she began to turn up the dial.

The End
 

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