As the spent serpents shared drink and conversation, Donna and a few of the female diners remained on stage tending to the slaves.

Krissy lay on length of table, cum from lips and chin all the way to soft smooth thighs. The mistress and a couple other ladies began the clean up of the christened cum slave. Donna used a soft wet cloth, but the other two lapped with tongue and collected with searching fingertips. Like children playing with puddled mud they smeared and rubbed jizz between fingers and palms, enjoying texture and smell before licking fingers clean. Donna even bent down and removed a snow cap of cum from Krissyâ??s still stiff nipple and drew a long pull of tongue through her soiled cleavage. All three women grinned with cum laced lips and salty excrement running down their throats as the slave recovered to the licking and wiping of her body. The other slave was left in rack and nobody bothered with correcting the girlâ??s hygiene, she was left alone to become a crusted reminder of decadence.

The men drank, laughed and watched the taste test happening on stage, waiting for a clean plate of flesh to deposit the next course of cum. Spent and feeling the tracks wore by cock in her holes, Krissy remained still and welcoming of warm towel and wet tongue, eyes closed, but aware of each touch and lick. Donna was thorough with the rag, every inch of arms, legs and torso, also the full sweet lips and flushed cheeks were wiped clean of the spunk splash left by the horn dogs in their circle jerk. She had been a target and their lusty aim was within boundaries of her body, but runs and drips found way to table and floor. The racked slave would be made to lick the refuse off wood, tile, and the bottoms of shoes, her total degradation the desire of the mistress and the dinner patrons. The beautiful Krissy would be spared such demeaning treatment, but she would still be the receptacle for more spit and cum once all the weapons had been reloaded and aimed her way again.

Cleaned up and thinking she was done, Krissy tried to sit up, only to be grabbed by ankles and wrists and stretched the length of the table. Restraints attached to four points held her spread and ready for the next assault. She looked quizzically at Donna, not knowing what was to be expected, what the mob planned to do next. The answer came by way of action, one girl straddled Krissyâ??s face while another put face to her freshly swabbed cunt. Moist pink gash glistened above her face and a tongue parted her pussy lips, the daisy chain had been linked together. Krissyâ??s stiffening nipples felt the hot breath of the mistress, then her suckle and tug of the excited points. Her first taste of cunt, the first lick by a woman to her own wetness, Donna working her tits, all had Krissy heating up again and her juices began to flow.

The men quieted down, mesmerized by the girl on girl action happening on stage. The other slave remained unattended and locked in the rack, but at least her abuse was limited to restraint. She was old fare, her allure had lessened with the arrival of the new, fresh meat named Krissy. The girl riding her face had a swollen clit the size of a thumb tip, her folds of pussy drenched with lust and desire. The taste was surprisingly sweet and Krissy succumbed to the forced feeding of hair pie. The mouth working her own cunt had clit screaming with a flicker and swirl of her love button. Finger found her tender slit and entered with a smooth glide into her wetness. Not as intrusive as the monster cocks, but a reminder that Krissy had been recently reamed by a line of hard weapons. She knew not if there was any cum left in her, but the building pressure suggested there was at least a squirt.

Krissy could feel where the clamps had pinched her tits as Donna suckled them with passion, trying to inhale as much tit into her mouth as possible. She also felt the insertion of something larger than a finger into her violated pussy, she could only guess one of the large dildos that had been crammed into the other slave. There would be no confirmation by sight as her head was pinned flat to tabletop with a rocking cunt on her mouth. The girl sitting atop Krissyâ??s face froze, pressed a smothering spread of dripping folds, taint and ass upon her. The telling shiver and buck followed by a geyser of warm orgasmic release flooded Krissy, fed and glazed her with new experience. Spent with a squeal of approval the girl was helped off the slaveâ??s face by the mistress. Weak kneed from explosive shuddering climax the assistance was needed. Krissy tasted the jizz, felt its wet glaze on cheek, chin, and lips and also a running drip reaching her throat and collecting at collar.

Now free of the pinning pussy on her face, Krissy was able to spy what was being jammed in her cunt, a two headed dildo that afforded a long stroke for the hole at either end. That was the plan as she watched the girl insert the other end into herself. With thighs intertwined and angle achieved, the ying to her yang pressed close until both cunts filled with tool came together in a bump of wetness. Donna moved to head of table and propped the slaveâ??s head up so she wouldnâ??t strain her pretty neck while watching and feeling her first pussy grind with another girl. The glaze on Krissyâ??s lips drew the mistress in for a shared taste, a dancing, probing kiss of tongue. The soft lips pressed to hers was a new experience for Krissy and nowhere near as intrusive as the mash of cunt to her face had been. Not that she had planned on any of this evenings events, but the shift in the action had caught her completely by surprise and the reeling, confused spin to her head returned. The warm, deep kiss and the grinding hairy bush against her bare, smooth cunt had her heating up to the sensations. Again she would have to release herself to feel and not to thought, not try to understand or analyze, but throw inhibition to the wind and enjoy.

During all of this the other slave whimpered miserable in the rack, Krissy taking a quick glance at the sight whenever possible. For some dark reason the view of the other slaveâ??s degradation heightened krissyâ??s arousal and her wish to see even more disgrace put upon her sister-slave. The guys must have read her mind. Several returned to the stage and surrounded the racked slave before pulling out there flaccid cocks and taking aim. Perplexed Krissy looked to Donna who only smiled and told her to watch how dirty whores were cleaned after being creamed. Now Krissy knew why the drain was in stage floor beneath the rack, all cocks launched a rainbow of piss that drenched the slave from head to toe. She shrieked and cried, blinked eyes and spit to the organic ammonia raining upon her. Krissy would have liked to think that the driving rub of synthetic cock she was sharing was the sole cause for her orgasm, but in reality it was the sheer degradation of the golden shower she was viewing that sent her over the edge. It was her turn to spasm and buck, to quiver and quake, to release yet another climax to taboo.

Krissy and her pelvic partner were separated like two dogs locked in heat, wet pop of the dildo was followed by a run of cum from the slaveâ??s soiled cunt. Her partner was steadied on jellied legs, half of the toy still gripped inside the girlâ??s still convulsing pussy. One of the men dropped to a knee and continued the jam of toy in the unfinished cunt, the other went face first to Krissyâ??s dripping treat. As the one girl squealed with delight, Krissy sighed to the release and the warm lapping of her pussy. She was so sensitized now the tongue turned to a tickler and she felt as if she could pee. Her ass raised off the table as she shivered and squirmed against restraint, trying to separate her tormented flesh from the tasting tease. Limited travel made her efforts futile and the mouth followed with frenzied flicker of tongue and suckle by lips. It was no longer just feeling, the wine and excited state of her pussy engaged instant, pressing urge to urinate. Spread wide of thigh and with pussy lips parted by tongue, the latched on mouth was recipient of the beginning stream of piss. The intensity of heat and flow, not to mention taste, had the cunt tickler backing off abruptly with sour surprise being spit out in disgust.

The ladies squealed in delight, the men busted a gut with laughter, the stream of piss sprayed faster than the target could move and he wore it until getting out of her range. He raised up covered in krissyhosing*, flushed red with embarrassment, but also in contempt of the dirty slutâ??s retribution. Slaves were not to administer without approval or command. Krissy had broke the rules and in doing so, sheâ??d opened herself to Pandoraâ??s Box What laid in that dank chamber was best left untested. She received her first taste when Yellow Man, the piss receptacleâ??s new name, joined Donna at head of the table. He pinched Krissyâ??s jaw and pinned her head to the table. With free hand he wrung his piss wet tie out over her face. Donna admonished him not to mark her face with a bruise or he would be feeling the rack himselfâ?¦she wasnâ??t smiling when she said it. He released his grip and sheepishly retreated a step back. There was no doubt that Donna not only controlled the actions, but the reactions of all involved, she was truly the dominatrix.

Donna took mercy on the table fare and swabbed the cum and piss from Krissyâ??s face, but no care was given to the other slave left racked and dripping over drain. Relieved of spirits from bladder, but not the spirit of lust, the cocks moved to the slave tied to the table. Now she was straddled at head and belly, one cock dangling over lips, the other sliding between her mashed tits. The restraints were released at Krissyâ??s ankles, but only so her legs could be bent or spread to accommodate more intrusion into her violated cunt and ass. Yellow man took position with a wedge of his thighs propping her ass upon his lap, he was fully nude and no longer wearing her piss. Now she would be wearing his hard cock ball-pressing deep in her tight ass.

Yellowman spit in his palm and stroked his shaft before placing the purple headed monster to the slaveâ??s puckered asshole. The guy straddling and tit fucking her locked the bend of her knees in the crook of his elbows to insure her complete control and vulnerability to the rear assault. To squirm and cry protest past the cock in her mouth was to no avail, with a wet pop the head entered her deflowered ass and ran full length in one ball slapping thrust. Even though previously broken in, the first reaming and now a bigger rod than the others had the girl feeling the burn, the splitting cramp once again. No gentleness, just hard driving vengeful jam of cock into her ass, such force being used the rock of her body gave added momentum to the tit fucker and the throat plunger. Krissy was being abused at both ends and in the middle while the ladies salivated on the sidelines. Donna instructed the girls to keep back, to observe the feeding frenzy and live vicariously through the slaveâ??s abuse. This they did, all feeling the moist heat build in their loins, all secretly wishing it were them being ravished and ravaged atop the table.

Yellowman locked fingers in her ass cheeks and flexed from pelvic through shoulders, tilted head back and moaned in gushing release of hot jizz with cock buried to the hilt in Krissyâ??s tight ass. She could feel the warm pulses as he grinded her hard, not backing out, depositing cream deep as her hole could receive. Donna commanded she didnâ??t want to see a stream of cum exit, that the hole should be continuously stuffed with one cock after another. As fast as Yellowman pulled out, tit fucker dropped down and drove his shaft into the creampied ass. Throat plunger moved to her tits and the ass soiled cock went to her mouth. She turned face aside, but another pinch of her jaw and pin of head to the table had Krissy accepting the cummy softening flesh as a test of her taste buds.

Further orchestration by the mistress had ankles bound and Krissyâ??s ass aimed toward the darkened rafters. This became her forced view as the only part of her body still in contact with the table was her shoulder blades, the back of crimped neck, and her head pinned by cock and balls. Yellowman tea bagged her nose with his juicy nut sack and lathered her tongue with refuse of cum off his shaft and tip. Driven by impatience, passion, and perversion the ladies in waiting moved to the whimpering slave hanging limp to the racks restraints. If they were to wait for a cock or Krissy, there was no reason to not stay warmed up and ready to enter the game. A yank of the racked slaveâ??s hair had her chin up and receiving a launch of spit right in her face. She cussed her tormentor with barely more than a whisper and felt the sting of a slap for her outburst, however feeble it was. Two others moved in and didnâ??t even bother to aim, they just spat in contempt at the whimpering slave, spit landing where it may. Hardly as bad as the piss, but degrading just the same. All three laughed and turned backs to the defiled flesh , their attention returning to the cocks working Krissy like a fuck toy.

Donna had a half dozen men surrounding Krissy, not to include Yellowman who was to be returned to his seat, too drunk and belligerent to have continued access to the slave. Two hard cocks replaced the spent, cum covered one at her face and fought for an angle to her mouth. With sword fighting flesh spreading her lips, a third cock now entered Krissyâ??s ass. Two warm loads already deposited deep within squeezed in excess around the intruding shaft and glazed her cheeks and back on its run. One of the ladies was quick to reach in and scoop a sample off Krissyâ??s ass, covered her palm and fingers before licking and sharing the creamy treat with another girl. A full hilt grind of her suspended ass, cocks stabbing at her mouth, clamor of the mob hurling insults of "fill the whore like a cum bucket", "fuck the ass off of that slut", "make her gag on it", "creampie that bitch", "my turn", were all things making her head spin.

How had she been na? enough to think that mercy or moderation were virtues shared by this crowd. On the contrary, she should have realized they approached life whether business or play the same way, as voracious, insatiable sharks feeding on the vulnerable who were foolish enough to swim too closely. She was the "chum" that Donna put out to start a feeding frenzy, bait well taken in these dark sexual waters.

Krissy was now up to number four in the ass, cream dripping out despite the never-ending plug by cock. By further invasion of her cunt the double penetration was complete, the push of one cock and the opposing pull of the other had the slave rocking uncomfortably on shoulder blades and neck. The cocks alternately being shoved in her mouth didnâ??t make matters any easier. Her head being pinned to the hard wood table while her body was being ravaged applied even more discomfort to Krissyâ??s position. Her pain and distress shown in her eyes, no tears, just a wet glare, an inner defiance rising to keep her from crying out in hope of mercy. They may fuck her, abuse and defile, but never can they break her.

Donna realized that the slave was going into a shutdown zone, trying to escape into an inner sanctum of light and peace, away from the depraved darkness that surrounded her. Krissy closed her eyes, stopped any kind of feeble resistance, no words, no pull at restraints, no pleading eyes that only seemed to make the mob more resilient in their torturous efforts. It was a body being abused, she would separate herself from the physical, use her mental toughness to combat and ignore the assault of her sensibilities. As curious and wanting of new sexual experience, to test the limits of inhibition, she had no intention of being a tool for otherâ??s decadence, to be relegated to a piss-covered slave tied to the rack. The other girl was weak and submission had compromised her well being, reward wasnâ??t less abuse, it was unrelenting cruel intention with the slave being treated as an object, completely dehumanized.

Donna didnâ??t want to lose Krissy to denial of the experience, there was more for the slave to accept, even come to relish. All the women present were introduced to this scene by Donna, not by way of dinner invite only, but as an after meal dessert, to be initiated into the club. Krissy would be no exception, before she got to choose her part or how deep her participation went, she needed to experience the sensations that she would later administer. Slave would be taught the full gamete of tease, tempt, and torture, thus insuring she got the full exhilaration after promotion from slave status. By lessonâ??s end, Krissy would know which kinks and desires were ones that sheâ??d pursue in lifeâ??s sexual journey.

Thinking a change in position might bring a change of attitude, Donna had Krissy released from bondage. Her female assistants cleared the interrupted men from the slaveâ??s holes, those that hesitated were lured away by tug of cock or the girl dropping to knees or lifting her own skirt in offering. Donna and one other girl spread the cumladen Krissy onto the table, this action providing the desired effect as the slave now opened her eyes and returned to the reality of the dark wet dream. The girl at Krissyâ??s feet climbed onto the table and slinked in between the slaveâ??s thighs, pushing them up and back. Donna at the head of the table also climbed aboard and sat ass to heels on her knees, the slaveâ??s face held snug at cheek between the mistressâ??s soft thighs. She reached and hooked Krissy behind the crook of her knees and pulled the slave into a cradled position, ass raising with tilt to the ceiling. Hands spread Krissyâ??s ass cheeks and hot breath hit her soiled holes. Then a long lap of tongue started from top of ass crack to her still spread hole, probed it and collected copious amounts of cream. The tongue next traveled across her taint to her tender dripping cunt, surprisingly the entrance that suffered the remembrance of penetration the most. Thing about an ass, once in it accommodates monster cocks better than her tight pussy ever could. During the oral cleanse of her lower extremities she gazed up into Donnaâ??s eyes, reading the unspoken message her mistress was conveying. Krissy was through the most intrusive part, definitely the most painful, all hot wax and clamps were gone, she needed to relax and enjoy the sensation of soft warm tongue. She needed to accept whatever was offered to complete her introduction to the club.

The girl lapping up her draining ass and the wet folds of her punished pussy wasnâ??t missing a drop. Krissy could feel the probing tongue licking the still spread walls of her ass, actually hear the voracious slurping at her anal well. There had to be a cup of cum filling and oozing from her violated holes, the soft tongue was a welcome and soothing exchange for the pummeling cocks. Donna broke eye contact with Krissy as the diner at the slaveâ??s platter removed her face from the creamy cuisine, cum covering the girlâ??s lips and chin. She parted her lips in a messy grin, then showed the mistress the mouth filling pool of cum she had collected from soiled ass and cunt. Donna released Krissyâ??s legs and the other girl eased them down flat to the table before giving a palm tracing run up the slaveâ??s thighs, across her belly and a hand to rest on each tit. She slid her mound over Krissyâ??s in a move to straddle, pressing her wet silk panties to the slaveâ??s stomach before leaning in and affording Krissy the same cum offering view sheâ??d displayed to Donna. When the girl placed her fingertips to Krissyâ??s lips, they too were covered in collected jizz. She applied a balm to the slaves lips with the lightest of touch, then without warning hooked two fingers into either side of Krissyâ??s mouth, spreading open lips and pulling outward simultaneously. Donna slid back just enough to give the girl room to work on the slave, watched Krissy have to open her hooked mouth wide to prevent split of lip. The hollow of mouth and throat lay open, just like her eyes. Krissy had no choice but to accept, to take as Donna wished, to refuse no offering. The sucker of her ass and cunt leaned within inches of the target and funneled a load of reprocessed cum into Krissyâ??s mouth off her protruding tongue. A white rope flowed like syrup into her mouth, combined cum and spit, just as warm as the original source. Donna watched with approval as Krissy allowed the girl to finish her lean and lock lips in a cum seal to the wet deal. By the time the tongue dancing kiss was released both girls had swallowed the shared load.

The others fucked and sucked, watched the tabletop display of swab and swap of juices. A couple of the less modest men went to working the piss covered slave in the rack, one snuggled tight to the front, the other pressing her into a sandwich from the rear. Cock found way into her pussy and ass, no synchronicity, pulling and pushing, stretching her apart as the cocks prodded and stabbed at the slaveâ??s reamed innards. She was broken, relegated to a piss covered whimper, doused of all fire and fight, nothing but a receptacle for spent desires. Complete degradation of the racked girl seemed the sole purpose of her existence, the rear man yanked her hair which tilted chin up to receive the full load of spit front man launched into her face. Shear overkill it was, blood and bruises from clamps and whip, spit, piss and cum deposited freely by the mob, her restrained to rack in sacrifice to unrelenting sins, this slave was found to be without redemption and crucified with unmerciful spikes into her body and thorns of hot wax and cracking leather to her tender flesh. Truly a dark scene, devoid of all light it surely was.

Donna and the cum collecting assistant slid off the tabletop as the others fucking and sucking around them continued in their decadent behavior. Krissy not use to action of late that didnâ??t include her, propped up on her elbows and scanned the scene. Two girls had assumed the frisk position on either side of the table, bent forward with their hands palmed to wood and feet spread wide, both taking a table-vibrating pounding, one in the ass and the other in cunt. Krissy studied with voyeuristic intensity the faces of pleasure that were so sensuously near. The girl taking it up the ass had her eyes closed tight and her mouth fully opened with a run of spittle dangling precariously from her jutting lip. A guttural moan reverbed with each driving stroke of rod in her rear and release of all but the moment shown in her face. Krissy was beginning to understand, curiosity and stimulation had balanced the test of inhibition and abuse sheâ??d taken to get to this defining point in her sexual existence.

Donna moved to the side of the table causing Krissy to avert her stare from the ass slutâ??s face. They locked eyes, only this time not so the mistress could assure slave, but so slave could affirm her status as willing participant. Donnaâ??s grin softened in understanding, then turned back to playful smirk. The teacher took a slow stroke of her finger up the ass slutâ??s chin all the way to her lip, then offered her drool covered digit to Krissy for sample. The slave accepted the appendage fully into her mouth before Donna pulled it out slowly enjoying the sucking resistance of the slaveâ??s grip and then brought it to her own mouth and wet her lips with a trace of her fingertip. Mistress and slave were bonded by the night and by the moment.

Krissyâ??s attention was pulled from Donna when a stereo of orgasmic squeals ignited on either side. The girls having there innards searched both slid their hands to a clutching embrace of Krissyâ??s arms. Each wave of climax by the spasming girls was signaled by a pinching grip of the slaveâ??s flesh Krissy flinched, but did not pull away, the thought of receiving pain through their pleasure of orgasm was another dark excitement that seemed to add spice to her loins. She glanced back and forth at the distorted, ever-changing expressions of lust and release, embraced the sounds of satisfaction from women and men, inhaled the increasing aroma of decadence that surrounded her. The scene may have resembled sexual chaos, but on the contrary, it was a very well orchestrated initiation of Krissy.

The climatic release, fraught with intensity and volume of cum had both girls collapsing, tits to tabletop and faces resting on Krissyâ??s body. She could feel hot, rapid breath fog her breast and belly, drool of spent lust escape the corners of both girlâ??s mouths and wet her skin. Both girls still held tight to Krissyâ??s arms, needing stability of the grip and lean on her body to support themselves from sliding off the table, wobbly knees unable to perform on their own. Both glazed cocks were removed from the recovering girls and offered at the slaveâ??s lips for a balls to tip taste. Krissy accepted the mixed bag of flavor greedily, licking and sucking balls, cock, and the jizz off her fingers and palms. Again looking to her mentor with a compliant grin, slave traced her lips with tip of tongue and swallowed the juices down. Donna ran her own finger around Krissyâ??s lips and chin before bringing it to her own lips for a finger sucking taste. All four women glowed in the moment, but Donnaâ??s un-satiated glow burned bright and would not lessen without some kind of sexual release other than the visual.

The girls were helped away from the table and Donna motioned for the monster sized cock being sucked at tableâ??s end. Krissy watched the thick, long shaft back out the girlâ??s mouth, the bulbous head pressing its form against stretched cheek on its way to a wet popping release from lips. Donna climbed back on table once again, her knees resting in the nest of Krissyâ??s armpits, palms pressed to table at the slaveâ??s hips, and her exposed mound hanging over the girlâ??s face the same distance her face was over Krissyâ??s pussy. First thought was a sixty-nine was to occur, faces to muffs and a sharing of wet folds. Then Krissy saw the vein popping, swollen-headed, glazed shaft line up with the pussy inches above her face. The fat tip spread Donnaâ??s lips exposing wet, pink velvet, glistening lust lined its edges and lubed the slide of cock. Krissy could count the number of fine ridges compressed into the skin of the tight nut sack, see the blue veined pulse of blood feeding the shaft, the crimson glow of the plum filled tip. To see such a fat, long run of hard flesh sink ball squishing deep into pussy at such close proximity had Krissy warming up and juicy again. She reached for her tingling clit only to have her travel of hand suspended in Donnaâ??s grip, the mistress had her own plans for the swollen button. Another juicy slam of meat in Donnaâ??s pussy speckled Krissyâ??s face in a drizzle of desire, the aroma of cunt and cock filled her flaring nostrils, the sight widening her eyes. When Donnaâ??s suckle hit Krissyâ??s clit, the slave instinctively spread thighs as invitation to her treats.

Donna fanned her knees out causing her flesh of pelvic and hood of clit to touch down upon Krissyâ??s face as the cock continued its slow pump of her pussy. The extension of the slaveâ??s tongue traced cock and clit and flicked at balls with each full hilt stick of dick. Donna worked Krissy from clit to inner folds with her skillful tongue, teased the slave with stroke of slender finger. With Donna planted tightly to her face, Krissy could feel each stroke of cock, smell her aroma at its height, and savor the deposit of juices with each dripping stroke. Both girls warmed and writhed to the attention being given their cunts, Donna pressing back to thrusting shaft while grinding Krissyâ??s face, the slave raising hips and spreading herself wide for full access to appetite.

Krissy could feel the cockâ??s ridge twitch and expand even more inside of Donnaâ??s filled cunt, the balls coil and undulate in a wave, could hear the manâ??s breath catch as he froze buried deep. Her own pussy was building to crescendo, ready to release her own excitement. Donnaâ??s increase in guttural moan and pressure of her grind signaled she too was ready for eruption of lust. The three bodies in perfected sync of choreography all spewed forceful loads of hot cum, bucking, grinding, writhing and moaning in a chorus of drenching relief. With each spurt of rope he shot, Krissy could see the jut of flexed purge from taint through balls, the repetition with each wave of cum. Donnaâ??s eruption was massive, she went from moan to orgasmic squeal, mouth breaking free of Krissyâ??s cunt, but finger picking up the pace of stroke. Too much sight, sound, taste and sensation of the rub for Krissy to hold out any longer. Her pussy clinched Donnaâ??s probing finger, ass came off the table and she gargled a scream of her own, releasing a squirting barrage of spunk that doused Donnaâ??s fingers and hand. Cock pulled out and Donna pressed her spread, drain of creampie to Krissyâ??s mouth, the slave lapped and consumed the mixed warm load of elixir and savored the texture and flavor of the flow all the way to her belly. Donna too, buried her tongue into Krissy and sucked every drop of jizz she could collect, both vixens absorbing the other with relished vigor. Now spent, the two melded into a recovering mass of wet warm flesh, hearts beating rapidly and breath pushing tits against one another. It had been a hell of a show, a hell of a lesson, and Krissy was hoping for many more as she lay there wrapped in the momentâ??s bliss with her teacher laying atop her and still dripping dark desire.

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