Message-ID: <18973eli$9901220346@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: cheqrosk01@aol.com (Cheqrosk01) Subject: RP: My Brother, My Master part 6of7 (yng, mc, nc, rape) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19990109143144.03821.00004889@ng-cg1.aol.com> WARNING: Explicit sexual material below; do not read if it's illegal for you to view adult content where you live. The following is a work of fiction; any similarities between actual persons and/or events is entirely coincidental. And finally, the author does not condone the acts portrayed in this story. As a work of fantasy, it may be interesting to read, but if he were to find it in a newspaper he would be sickened and appalled. ** Author's Note: Full permission is granted for this story to be distributed, as long as the text is unmodified, the above warning remains, and my e-mail address (Cheqrosk01@aol.com) appears somewhere in the document. ** (young, incest, mind control, non-consensual, drugs, m/f, mmm/f, f/f, rape) My Brother, My Master Part Six: Too Far by S. Bockman Jon had her completely naked now, and was standing above her with his pants open as he admired her young body. It was eery, actually, how silent it got. Only the sound of poor little Cecilia breathing there upon the floor filled the tent. No one made a sound as they awaited the inevitable. And finally, it came. Jon's pants fell and his six-inch cock sprang out. Cecilia didn't even see it, but Jon held it in his right hand and pointed it at her anyway. Breaking the silence he whispered, "This is going in you, bitch." A sob escaped her lips and her eyes flooded with new tears upon hearing this. He got down on his knees then and roughly spread her legs apart, finding no resistance as he did. Smiling at the camera he gave a little wink before pressing his cock against Cecilia's tight, dry pussy. "Ahh," he moaned as he pressed it further into her. A cry of shock came from beneath him as Cecilia began to feel the penis pressing into her, and she began to squirm around at the forced entrance to her pussy. Grabbing her by the hips Jon began to pant as he said, "Tight little bitch, aren't you? Oh, damn... damn..." I walked around to get a different view, unable to help myself. I now stood above her, looking down into her eyes, which pleaded to me for help. She was trying to remain silent, but it was no use... with every new inch forced into her, she felt more pain, and couldn't help but cry out. "She's getting wet!" Jon exclaimed suddenly. Sure enough, when I looked down to her spread legs I could see a glistening in the glow of the lantern that could only be her juices. "See, the little twat is enjoying this!" Steve laughed from behind the camera. A look of embarrassment was on her face now, coupled with a look of pain. Her face was surprisingly unblemished now that her tears had dried up, and she looked like her cute little self for a moment until I looked down her nakedness to see Jon's dick stuffed up inside her. A gurgling escaped her throat, one that I had heard before. She seemed shocked by this, and closed her eyes while fighting back some kind of emotion... what was it? "Hey," Jon panted, his shaft almost buried all the way up into the little girl laying under him. "I don't feel a cherry, man!" I looked down at her again upon hearing this. Her face was all scrunched up, eyes closed tight and head lifted up with chin pressed against her chest. Was she in that much pain? If so, why wasn't she crying anymore? Dan walked over to her and knelt down beside her head. "You've been fucked before, haven't you?" he asked. She remained silent, except to gasp in order to swallow some air before closing her mouth again. When she still didn't answer Dan grabbed her roughly by the hair and yelled, "HAVEN'T YOU?" "YES!!!" she screamed, not so much in pain but in pleasure, too. Suddenly she began grunting, humping her little body back against the thrusts coming from Jon who was pounding into her. "Ah! Ah! Oh!!!" she moaned. Dan laughed, as did Steve and Jon. I didn't, though, because I knew what they were thinking and they were wrong. Just because she was having an orgasm didn't mean she wanted this. And even though I was glad they weren't hurting her, I couldn't approve of what was going on. I didn't leave or try to stop them though, because I was under the control of the Swinefen. Then again... had I actually been ordered to stay here? My hand went down to my crotch, and felt my own dampness as I watch Jon continue to fuck the innocent, petite young Cecilia. Finally he began grunting. Pulling her up by her hips he cried out, "Argh!" Cecilia cried out too, moaning loudly as her body quaked in a tremendous orgasm from the feeling of Jon's cum shooting up inside of her. It was a feeling I remembered fondly as I continued to rub myself, unable to tear my gaze away from her thrashing body. Jon kept humping into her, his cock still spraying his semen inside the little girl as she trembled from the aftershocks of her climax. Finally Jon was done. Collapsing on top of her for a moment to catch his breath, he gently kissed her on the mouth. I noted that she didn't return the kiss before he pulled away and stood up. Looking into the camera he smiled, saying, "Tight little fuck, but a good one!" "You want her next?" Steve asked Dan while panning the camera over Cecilia's body. She laid there still squirming around from her climax, her eyes closed and her lips parted in an "o" shape. So she wasn't a virgin, I thought. I continued rubbing myself. "Sure," Dan said, his cock already out of his pants as he walked over to her. "No," she whispered softly, her valley-girl accent gone now. "Please... no more..." Dan laughed. "Bitch, we haven't even begun!" With that he began pressing his giant cock into the young girl, who started thrashing around again. The scrunchy had long since fallen out of her hair, which danced around her face as she whipped her head back in forth from the pain brought on by Dan's giant prick. A sigh escaped my lips as I watched Dan's monstrous organ press into the young girl's little body. Just the night before it had been my body taking in his cock, I thought, and now it was her. How would it ever fit? About six inches in Dan paused to catch his breath. Sweat dotted his brow from the exertion... even with Jon loosening her up, she was still extremely tight for Dan's fat cock. Cecilia relaxed visibly, probably thinking he was all the way inside her. He pushed again, suddenly, another two inches of cock-meat into her body. "AH!!" she cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. She reached out and grabbed his shoulders, squeezing so hard with her fingernails she nearly drew blood. She was holding the upper half of her body up like that, while her legs remained splayed as wide as they would go and Dan continued to push inch after inch of his shaft into her. "Stop! Stop! Stop!" Cecilia began sobbing. "Please..." I was breathing hard, now, and realized I was going to need to do more than just rub myself through my dress. Hiking it up above my waist I pulled my panties down and off before sitting on the cooler. I spread my legs and sighed at the feeling of my cool hand upon my pussy as I began to run my finger gently along the length of my slit, moaning in delight with my eyes riveted on the show before me. Finally he was all the way inside her. With a gasp the girl let go of his shoulders and collapsed back down on the floor, her eyes closed and mouth grimaced in pain. Dan rested for a moment before pulling out halfway, quickly. Then he slowly pressed back into her, causing her to thrash around once again. I couldn't believe all of it fit inside of her... it must be entering her womb, I thought to myself. Dan picked up the pace now, pulling out and slamming back in again. Most of his weight was on his elbows as he pulled his lower body up then slammed it down on her again. Cecilia continued sobbing/moaning, before finally panting and eventually screaming as she came again. Now it was Dan's turn, though. With a mighty thrust he pushed his cock all the way up inside and clenched his eyes shut and grunted in relief as his cock shot off a stream of hot cum up inside her poor little pussy. She screamed as he filled her, feeling his sperm swim around inside her, gush out of her, dribble down her legs. Spurt after spurt was followed by grunt after grunt from Dan, before he finally collapsed on her small frame and stopped moving. I was panting hard now as I built myself towards orgasm, in awe of the raw fucking that had just occurred in front of me. The tent was silent except for the sound of heavy breathing for a minute before Steve said, "Hey sis, take the camera. It's my turn." "Oh!" I exclaimed in disappointment. I was unable to resist his order though, so I stood up and let my dress fall back down as I walked over and took the camera. Dan had gotten off of her and was standing now, looking down at her with a grin of satisfaction on his face. Steve walked over and looked down at her too, but his expression was much more severe. "So," he said harshly, "you're enjoying yourself, are you?" She didn't respond, only kept her eyes closed and kept breathing. Suddenly my brother grabbed her limp body and threw her over the cooler so that her belly was pressed against it, her ass stuck out in the air. She began moving as if to get up, but he was already on top of her, pressing on her back so that her belly dug into the cooler even harder. "Stay the fuck down, bitch," he gritted. My brother used his free hand to pull down his pants and whip out his cock. Then he shoved two fingers up her wide-open pussy, and used the cum in there to wipe over her tiny little ass hole, pressing the fingers into her backdoor. She cried out again saying, "AH! No no no no no! Please not that please!!!" "Never been taken up the ass, slut?" my brother whispered harshly in her ear. "Well, I'm gonna be your first. Hot little bitch like you, I bet you even enjoy it!" I saw my brother grab his penis and place it at the entrance of her now slick ass hole. Placing his hands on her thick, round ass cheeks, he began to press himself into her. At first she just kept whimpering, "No, stop, please" over and over again. But once he had two inches of his meat inside her, she began screaming. It was a blood-curdling sound, and suddenly I realized why. My brother had grabbed her hair and was pulling back on it, hard... that, coupled with the penetration in her tight little butt, must have been incredibly painful. He has no intention of letting her enjoy this, I thought to myself. He wants her to hurt. I continued filming, though, and despite my inherent disgust at the rape before me I was still aroused. The sight of that cute, innocent little fourteen-year-old naked and splayed out over a cooler with my nineteen-year-old brother pressing his penis into her ass hole while pulling on her hair... it was making my pussy sopping wet. Dan and Jon were just rooting, cheering my brother on as he struggled to get his cock all the way inside her. I was surprised that she hadn't passed out from the pain... surely she wouldn't be able to scream much longer, or she'd lose her voice. Her long screams became infrequent grunts of pain once my brother was entirely inside her. My brother withdrew a couple inches, loosening up on his grip of her hair at the same time, and then slammed himself inside of her as he pulled back on her hair again. He continued this pattern for nearly ten minutes; pulling out, slamming in, pulling her hair. And then he came. With a long groan of pleasure he came inside her ass, which made her cry even louder at the sickening feeling of his cum in her ass hole. Eventually he let go of her hair and pulled out of her, stood up, and smiled. She didn't move. She laid there, splayed across the cooler. Earlier I remembered thinking how lady-like she was, so prim and proper... her posture, her gestures... and now, her hair dangled in knots from her head, her ass ripped wide open from my brother's cock, cum oozing down her legs from both holes. "Sis, it's your turn," Steve said. "Huh?" I asked, unclear of what he meant. "Take your dress off and lay down," he said, taking the camera from me. I pulled off my dress then did as I was told, laying down on the tent floor, spreadeagle, waiting for whatever Steve had planned. "Cecilia... hey, cunt, get up," my brother barked at the young girl. She stirred and looked up at him. He said, "Get down between my sister's legs. You're going to eat her out." She began crying softly. "Please, no... no more..." Steve suddenly grabbed her by her shoulders and she screamed. "FUCKING BITCH!" he yelled into her ear. He spun her around and held her up, her legs dangling beneath her as the cum from her holes oozed out and down her thick, sexy legs. "You're gonna do what I tell you, fucking CUNT!" With that he dropped her on top of my legs. Her face landed right on my belly, and I sighed at the feeling of her soft pink lips against my tummy. She was still crying though, saying, "Let me go, please! Let me go..." "Either you do as I say," my brother ordered, "or you'll regret it. You think you've experienced pain already? You haven't felt shit. Now, put your face between her legs and eat the fucking bitch out!" I tentatively placed my hand on top of her head, and made soft shushing sounds. "It'll be okay," I whispered. "Shut the fuck up, Karen!" my brother yelled. I had no choice but to obey him, of course. Slowly she began sliding her face downwards towards my crotch, sobbing the whole way. "Good," Steve breathed above her. I looked up and noticed he was recording the whole thing. Dan and Jon were also standing above us, their dicks out as they stroked them. I closed my eyes and tried to enjoy myself. And I did, too. When her soft wet tongue nervously reached out and licked slowly along my slit, I moaned audibly in pleasure. Her hands went slowly upwards to my waist and held on as she began eating me out. This young girl who had been pissing me off so badly earlier, this young girl who was so neat and proper and innocent... was now between my legs licking at my cunt hole. Her tongue entered my hole gently, then went back upwards where it found my clit and danced around it. I thrashed around and began moaning even louder, my hands now at my breasts pulling at them in pleasure. "That's it, eat her out bitch," my brother breathed above us. I looked up and saw that Dan and Jon were still stroking their cocks as they watched the show intently. Closing my eyes again I returned to a world of pleasure. She was slurping at my slit now, shoving her tongue as deep inside me as she could then running it up along the length of my slit, then down again. Her hands tightened at my waist trying to hold me in place as I lashed about, panting loudly now in heated passion. Finally I screamed aloud in pleasure as I climaxed. My body tensed and my vison swam from the dirty feeling of the moment. My hands suddenly came down on her head and pulled her face into my crotch, smothering her into my pussy as I bucked and cried in passion. After what seemed like an eternity I collapsed backwards, letting go of her and squirming as my body glowed in the aftermath of the most incredible orgasm I could remember. Cecilia was crying, her head still between my legs though she was no longer eating me out. I felt sorry for her, the humiliation she had just endured. But that feeling of compassion paled in comparison to the feeling of extreme pleasure I had as I laid back with a smile on my lips, reveling in the aftermath of her ministrations on my pussy. "Get up," Steve said to me. Slowly I complied, standing up naked except for my bra which I still wore. My legs were shaking... in fact, my whole body trembled from the orgasm I had just experienced. Steve handed me the camera and said, "Record us." I did as I was told as Steve sat down upon the cooler, his pants still of and his dick rock hard sticking out between his legs. He looked over at the crumpled form of Cecilia who still laid on the ground, no longer crying but whimpering instead. "Get over here," he said to her. She remained motionless. Suddenly Dan grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up. "You heard him!" he yelled as she screamed from the renewed pain. She scrambled over to my brother on all fours and stopped between his legs. She was a complete mess now. Her face glistened from my juices and her hair was completely disheveled. Cum was beginning to dry on her soft legs and ass, and her arms were bruised now from Dan and Steve's rough handling. Steve was staring down at her. He grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her up so that she was on her knees, now, her face scant inches from the head of his sizeable prick. "You're going to suck it," he said to her. "I'm going to shoot my wad into your mouth, or you're gonna pay dearly. Got it?" She nodded slowly and looked at his cock. Then slowly she placed her trembling hand around the base of my brother's shaft, and opened her mouth. Hesitantly she guided it in, and my brother gasped at the feeling of her wetness as his penis entered her. Dan and Jon were standing behind her, watching transfixed as they continued to stroke their cocks. I recorded the whole time, getting down on my knees for the best possible angle as the young Cecilia began blowing my brother. Steve was moaning quietly now, sighing in satisfaction from the blow-job he was receiving. "Ah... good, very good," he breathed. She slurped him into her mouth deeply, then pulled her head back so that only the tip of his penis was still inside her. Then she went down on him again, choking on his fat prick. Back and forth she went, sucking him down then pulling him out, over and over again while my brother sat there with a grin on his face. I noticed now that Jon and Dan were really worked up. They had been stroking their respective dicks for awhile now, and pre-cum glistened at the tips of their shafts. Cecilia was oblivious of this, of course, as she continued to concentrate on my brother's cock. Finally my brother grunted, and grabbed her head with his cock down inside her throat, holding it in place as he came. "AH!" he sighed as his semen shot down her poor young throat. She gagged and squirmed, choking on his cum until he eventually let go and she pulled her head back. But then my brother pushed her backwards until she was on her back upon the ground. Her eyes were wide as she wondered what was going on. When she saw Dan and Jon getting closer to her, their dicks still stiff and in their hands, realization dawned on her. "No!" she whimpered pathetically, knowing there was nothing she could do. Jon's dick was the first to shoot a long glob of cum onto the fourteen-year-old held in place by my brother. It landed square upon her right cheek, almost in her eye. The next stream went into her hair and the next landed on her neck. Then Dan came, shooting his cum onto poor Cecilia, too. The first string of semen landed on her right breast. The second he aimed more carefully and landed on her left cheek. The rest he pointed into her hair, which was now visibly sticky with Dan and Jon's cum. Steve let her go, and she made no move to get up or turn away as Dan and Jon continued cumming on her. Finally they were done, and she lay there motionless, whimpering softly, completely helpless. A long moment passed as Steve, Jon and Dan looked down at her, smiles on each of their faces. Then my brother said, "Okay, let's get dressed." The three of them put their underwear and pants back on, and I put the camera down so I could cloth myself, too. When we were all done Dan grabbed Cecilia and dragged her out of the tent into the summer night's cool air. The three of them worked to collapse the tent and bundle it up while Cecilia laid in the dirt, unmoving, eyes closed. She was still naked, but her tattered clothes lay in a bundle next to her. I lit up a cigarette and watched her. She was covered in cum now, bruised, naked. I felt sorry for her then as I realized what we had just done. We had raped a poor, innocent girl! A fourteen year old, not even in high-school yet! I shook my head in confusion and fear as the enormity of what we had done sunk in. When the tent was collapsed and everything was packaged up, Steve said, "Okay, sis, read this to her." He handed me a sheet of paper, and using my lighter to see by I read it. "Cecilia, listen to me. You will not remember anything that happened here tonight, understand?" She nodded, so I continued. "Only in your nightmares will you recall the pain and humiliation you've just experienced. When people ask you what happened tonight, all you'll remember is going out to the mall by yourself, and waking up here, alone, naked, abused. Occasionally you may experience a flashback of all that went on here, but you'll never be able to communicate it to anyone. Understand?" She nodded again, sobbing now. "Cecilia. When I say to you the word, ‘Gamma' three times, you'll fall asleep. When you awake here you won't remember how you got here, or why you're here, or anything else that has happened tonight. Understand?" She nodded once again. Looking at Steve I said, "You know, her parents knew she was going out with me tonight..." "I doubt it," Steve said. "Why don't you ask her?" "Cecilia, did you tell anyone you were going to hang out with me tonight?" I asked gently. "No," she muttered. Steve laughed. "See? Her parents wouldn't have let her go out with someone your age, they're too overprotective. Come on, say the word so we can go." I looked down at poor Cecilia, feeling nothing but compassion anymore. She wasn't going to remember any of this, although she might dream about it once in awhile, and perhaps have a flashback or two as well. She'd never be able to get revenge on my brother, me, Dan or Jon, nor would she be able to tell anyone what happened. I shook my head then finally said, "Gamma, gamma, gamma." Her eyes closed and she began breathing evenly, a peaceful look on her face as she lay in the dirt, naked, covered in cum. Steve gathered up her clothes and said, "Okay, let's go." We left. ***** I drove home by myself. Before I left my brother had told me the three words, ‘solo, alpha, beta', which had caused me to forget the whole thing that had happened. All I remembered now was going out to the woods to meet Steve and his friends, then leaving. The whole experience with Cecilia was wiped from my mind. But I didn't feel good. Perhaps the guilt this time of what I had participated in was too great for the effects of Swinefen to completely wipe away... whatever the cause, I felt like shit. I drove home in a daze, not thinking about anything in particular but occasionally having to hold back tears that came for reasons I didn't understand. It was already midnight and my father was asleep, so I went up to my bedroom and did likewise. I dreamed of many things that night, none of them good. Mostly I dreamed of being afraid; of being alone... I awoke several times sweating and trembling in fear. The next morning I didn't feel good, and I would have liked nothing better than to stay home. But although my dad would already have left for work I knew he might stop by sometime during the day, so I decided to go anyway. Carol was there, but I didn't give her a ride. At lunch she ignored me, and when I made meager attempts at conversation she would just turn away. I had no idea why, but I was too depressed to really care. My friends Jenny and Liz were both in a really good mood, but didn't notice that I remained silent as they talked about the exciting things going on in their lives. As for Rich... well, I was the one doing the ignoring here. But a part of me was disappointed that he made no move to actually get my attention... in the halls he would just walk by me, not ignoring me but not acknowledging me either. After fourth hour I didn't go to my locker as usual, because I didn't want to run into Wendy. I was in no mood to see her, even though a part of me understood she was the only person that might be able to help me. And it's not like I didn't get horny during the day, either. I did, extremely so... but the feeling didn't bring me pleasure like it usually did. Instead it just brought on further depression. I hadn't felt this badly since I had quit doing so many drugs... a year before I had gotten so heavily into them I was a basket-case. It was when I got caught by my brother trying to kill myself that I started getting help, which didn't last, and eventually began going to church, which didn't last either. Several times throughout the day hopelessness seemed to consume me, warping me, making it unbearable to think about anything positive. I had to excuse myself on more than one occasion to go to the bathroom, where I could cry in private. Of course, no one noticed. Or if they did, they didn't care. After school I chain-smoked as I drove home, stopping at the gas station to pick up more cigarettes. I had no plans for the rest of the day, which was good, because all I wanted to do was lay in bed and sleep. Of course, it didn't work out that way. When I got home the house was empty, my dad still at work and Steve god-know's-where. I got myself a coke from the fridge and began climbing the stairs when there was a knock at the door. I stopped and dropped my head, shaking it from side to side in frustration. "Dammit," I whispered to myself. I didn't want to see anyone, nor was I in the mood to put up with pesky salesmen. The knock came again, and I heard my name being called. "Karen?" the voice said loudly. "Are you there? It's me, Wendy!" "Wendy," I whispered again. Turning around I descended the staircase and opened the door. It was her, alright, wearing a simple dark pink dress and her hair back in a long braid. She was smiling, but I could tell she was worried about something. Probably me. "Hi! Where were you at school today?" she asked. "I was there... I just got caught up. Didn't have time to go to my locker," I replied. She nodded in understanding, then was silent. The two of us stood there, facing each other with only the sounds of the birds in the trees above us breaking the silence. Finally I asked, "Want to come in?" "Sure," she replied, brushing past me as she entered the house. "I wanted to talk to you," she said after a moment, a look of seriousness on her face. "About what?" I asked, leading her into the kitchen so we could sit, which we did at the big oak table. "I head about you and Chris," she replied slowly. I froze. So it got out after all, I thought to myself. Damn. "Oh... what about us?" I asked, playing dumb. She looked at me straight in the eyes while she replied, "Karen, you know what I'm talking about. At his house? The other day? Carol was working, right?" I couldn't keep looking at her, I was so ashamed. My mouth opened and closed as I struggled to say something... So this is why Carol has been avoiding me, I thought. And Rich, too. I began to cry. It was the only thing I could do. I sobbed loud and long, my face buried in my hands, my body trembling all the while. Suddenly I felt Wendy's arms around me. She had moved over and was hugging me, whispering in my ear, "There, there, it's okay... it's okay..." Finally I regained my composure and hugged her back, before letting go and sitting back in my chair. She let go, too, but stayed kneeling at my feet. She said, "Karen, something's going on. What is it? Are you using again?" I shook my head, fighting back the tears that wouldn't end. "Yes, but no, that's not it," I replied with a quavering voice. "I've been smoking a little pot, and I've been drinking, too, but nothing hard... nothing hard..." She placed her hand over mine and said, "You shouldn't be doing those either, you know that right?" I nodded my head, eyes downcast again in embarrassment. She looked up at me and said, "Karen." I opened my eyes and looked into hers. "What's going on?" she asked. My mouth opened as I began to tell her, then suddenly closed. Of course, I was unable to remember, let alone tell her about it. "I– I don't know!" I cried. "Has someone been hurting you?" she asked. I shook my head. "No, I don't think so... Wendy, everything is so crazy, lately! I can't think straight!" I began sobbing again. "Could it be the drugs?" she asked. "You know, from before... flashbacks or something?" I shook my head again. "No, it's not like that. It's like... I feel so bad, so wrong, you know? Like I'm... dirty or something, and I can't get clean!" She nodded in understanding. "You've made some mistakes," she said slowly. "We all do. You're feeling guilty from them." I nodded my head, trying not to sob too loudly as she continued, "You need forgiveness. There's only one place you can get it, too." I looked at her in the eyes, knowing what she was talking about. "But I feel so stupid going back," I whispered. "How can I confess myself if I don't even know what I've done? How can I be forgiven if I haven't improved at all?" She smiled. "Karen, Karen, Karen. He doesn't care about any of that. He knows your sins, even if you don't! And He's always willing to forgive, no matter what." It sounded very nice... true forgiveness. It felt so right, like I needed it. But... "I'm so confused," I whispered, looking at the floor. "I don't know what to do..." "Then come with me," she said, standing up. "It may not be the answer, but I've got to believe it's a step in the right direction. Come on." She pulled me out of the seat. As she led me to the front door I said, "So... we're going THERE?" She nodded. "Yep. To the church." END OF PART SIX ***************** If you enjoyed reading this story, or even if you didn't, I always appreciate feedback! 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