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CHAPTER
9 - "JASMINE"
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The
girl's discomfort had become agony. When
the pneumatic fist of the HOE pushed inwards her entire restrained body was
forced up on the table, so that her head rocked back in its rest. When it withdrew, she felt like she was being
turned inside out. The muscles of her
tight young pussy strained and popped painfully as the horrible bulb was worked
back and forth with irresistible force.
After a dozen more strokes it paused....then after a spurt of additional
lubricant came another puff of pressurized air as the merciless device expanded
to take up the slack created in her stretching box.
Physical
pain took a back seat to mental anguish, as she realized in her torment that
this machine's purpose was not stimulation or training. They were purposefully, measuredly,
permanently ruining her.
Before
leaving her to suffer alone the developer looked down into the girl's flushed,
gauze-stuffed, tear-streaked face.
"I
have to admit that to me, it seems like a waste of a fine, tight cunt. But you know what they say: the customer is
always right!"
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Sometime
during the tortuous pussy-stretching the girl's tears dried up. She had crossed that final threshold of
abuse, into the unendurable. If this had
been an interrogation she would have spilled her guts long ago, and as soon as
the pneumatic fist had swollen inside her she would have agreed to whatever
accusations her tormentor might make against her friends, her mother, or
herself. But he didn't ask her anything,
he demanded no confessions. There seemed
to be nothing she could do to satisfy him or his mindless machines.
Traumatized,
unable even to grasp why the developer tortured her this way and long bereft of
hope for rescue, the girl's mind took the only path of escape it could. The shy, bright college student detached
herself from intolerable reality and retreated deep into the recesses of her
brain.
Abandoned
and groping for a means of self-preservation, her subconscious seized upon the
identity of the harem-doll Jasmine. Just
tell her who this Jasmine was, and if that's what the developer wanted she
would play the part. Maybe if she played
it well enough, he would stop hurting her.
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When the HOE had with
brutal precision stretched its victim's vagina not quite to the point of
rupture, it switched into a maintenance mode.
Still greased regularly by the lube injector, the rubber bulb deflated
slightly and moved slowly back and forth inside the girl to prevent her pussy
walls from contracting again.
The broken captive's
gaze was fixed, almost unblinkingly, at the dark overhead monitor when the
developer returned to inspect her now gaping cunt.
"Well, there it
is. Nurse, bring me the retainer on the
counter there..." The doctor
trailed off as he noted his subject's blank, dry-eyed stare. He snapped his fingers before her face, then
shone a penlight into the empty eyes.
"I see you've
come to understand your role here, Jasmine.
That's a good girl."
The nurse handed him
the "retainer," a large plastic dildo. He pushed a button and the HOE retracted its
cruel rubber fist; there was a loud slurping sound as it departed the scene of
its crimes. The developer took a look
inside the wide open tunnel before pressing the big retainer in to its hilts.
"Doesn't that
feel good?"
It did, actually, as
the rigid prop served to splint the wounded organ and prevented the
overstressed tissues from swelling with blood.
The retainer was soothingly cool, too: it was fresh from the
refrigerator, and filled with a heat-absorbing gel.
The nurse wrapped a
nylon belt around the victim's waist and used three elastic straps to secure
the retainer in place, two descending from above the hips in front, and another
between the butt cheeks in the back. The
rear strap featured a small steel carabiner for the plumbed captive's anal
waste tube to pass through.
"Rest now,
Jasmine. You're going to find your time
will pass much more easily now, as long as you do what's expected of you. Tomorrow you'll start a new training program
designed just for you, so you can learn how to satisfy your master and make him
happy. If you do he may treat you well,
even pamper you, and treat you like a rare and precious thing."
"Just remember
the most important rule: your only pleasure is your master's pleasure. Seek always to please your master, and you
may enjoy comfort and pleasure yourself.
Think about that, Jasmine, and rest now."
The
developer flipped the catches on the table and tipped the inert body forward
until the wide brown eyes stared at the floor.
He watched as the nurse administered the maintenance purges, and as the
black-wrapped attendant exited he dimmed the lights and followed her out of the
room.
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The
girl's night was filled with vivid dreams.
She was a perfumed, silk-clad harem slave, dancing on her toes to exotic
music while water tinkled in the palace fountain....
Then
suddenly she was in the hot black pits of hell, bound in chains and raped by
demons with dicks like baseball bats.
She wailed, and begged to be allowed to suck their monstrous cocks
instead, but their claws tore her flesh...
No,
that was a nightmare-in-a-dream. She
awoke from hell to find herself snug in a luxurious bed, lying on her back
alongside her snoring master. She felt
his sticky jism dripping from her open mouth and wide cunt, and it felt
fine. Then her master rolled over,
stealing the blankets. Paralyzed she
floated slowly toward the high, ornate ceiling, as though she were filled with
helium...
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The
next morning Jasmine stared upwards, wide-eyed, while the unfortunate nurse
tended her. As Twelve rubbed her
refilled tits with the warming, softening cream - the nurse used both
rubber-gloved hands on each of the basketball-sized glands now - the massaged
prisoner hoped her owner would find her modified body attractive and worthy of
gentle treatment, perhaps even pampering.
As
the bloody gauze was pulled from her mouth and replaced with clean cotton,
Jasmine wondered how she should best use her soft gums to please her master, to
keep him satisfied and avoid his punishments.
When
Ruta led Jasmine to the therapy room, her mouth was still stuffed - albeit with
a more reasonable quantity of gauze. She
still tasted the rubber oral dam and breathed through her nose tube. The now warm plastic cock pinned inside her
pressed back and forth uncomfortably as she walked, but she swung her wide hips
saucily, as instructed.
On
the wide padded mat the amazonian therapist showed her stretches and exercises
that she could do unaided, to maintain herself after leaving the clinic. Then she bent her charge's pliant, voluptuous
body into unfamiliar positions that - if somewhat strenuous - made her orifices
invitingly available.
The
retainer-dildo pressed at the walls of Jasmine's abused pussy as she strained
to arch her body into a bridge, pressing her head and spread knees into the
lightly padded mat. Her huge, heavy
boobs were drawn downward by gravity until they shaded her inverted eyes from
the overhead lights.
"Higher," Ruta urged gently. "Wider!" The therapist touched her straining subject's
raised butt and open thighs lightly with a thin, flexible rod. The big dildo jabbed painfully at her aching
tunnel but Jasmine struggled to comply, moaning with exertion as she displayed
her plugged pussy to the ceiling. What
yesterday would have seemed a painful humiliation was today an opportunity to
prove and improve herself, and hopefully avoid future suffering.
Jasmine
still found the arm exercises frustrating, a painful reminder of how she'd been
maimed. At first she worked at them half-heartedly,
wondering what use she would ever be able to make of her clipped wings. But she applied herself dutifully after Ruta
explained that she might be asked to fondle her master's balls while she
swallowed his loads, or sucked his ass.
The
girl who'd first awakened in the clinic would have considered such acts
depraved, and abhorrent. But after weeks
of intensive, subliminally charged training Jasmine found nothing objectionable
in the suggestions. To rub her nose in a
funky ass-crack while probing the hidden sphincter with her soft tongue seemed
as natural to her now as to give a kiss on the cheek.
While
they worked through their routine another therapist led the bitted, armless
pony into the room and set her to work on the treadmill again. There were others there, too, toiling under
the watchful eyes of their trainers:
A
tall ebony beauty, her hair in long skinny braids and adorned with heavy gold
rings in ears, nose, nipples, and privates, was working on an exercise
machine. A sheen of sweat covered her
dark body as, with legs bound double, she used her toned arms to lift herself
up and down on a thick dildo while her green-clad trainer stood by holding a
cattle prod.
A
tiny, light-skinned Asian girl struggled with the burden of her enormous breasts
- from the front they hid her nude torso completely, and together probably
amounted to half her body weight. They
often brushed the rubber floor as she worked on the strange padded benches,
practicing humping large rubber pricks at a variety of angles. Her trainer was another tiny Asian, clad in a
snugly tailored burgundy jumpsuit and tall black boots with towering
heels. The trainer's long dark hair was
pulled back into a tight pony tail that wagged as she swatted her charge's
ponderous tits with a leather crop.
"Deeper, you worthless slut!"
she spoke harshly through clenched teeth, punctuating her remarks with
the crop. "Faster, or we start
again!" The ultra-buxom pixie
moaned plaintively as she struggled to obey.
A
slim blonde working near Jasmine on the exercise mat made the auburn-haired
girl do a double take. It could have
been the twin of a famous pop star, naked, plugged, and twisted into a pretzel
on the mat there next to her.
"No
nice to stare." Ruta touched her
charge's cheek gently. Jasmine returned
her attention to her own assigned lessons.
The other girls were all beautiful, and obviously talented. She was doubtful, feeling a little
intimidated. The girl had never thought
of herself as attractive, and after what the clinic and the developer had done
to her...
But
then she recalled that her master had paid a high price for her at
auction. She must be pretty, at least in
his eyes.
The
realization warmed her with hope, and motivation. She would make herself the best pleasure
companion she could be! Jasmine was
master's third companion, the developer had said, but she would be his
favorite. It was the best hope she had
to be treated well - and competition was in her nature.
As
they concluded the session with a lap around the big therapy room, Jasmine
showing off her increasingly fluid gait.
Ruta brushed her trainee's thighs with the flexible crop, shortening her
stride until she walked with short, quick steps that made her plump curves
bounce. As she rotated her hips Jasmine
felt the big retainer pressing back in forth inside her, and thought of her new
owner's cock. He must be enormous! Her ride on the HOE had been agony, but maybe
her developer had actually done her a favor by preparing her to receive her
master's huge manhood.
Ruta
had enough confidence now in her charge's stability to let her train without
the neck roll, and Jasmine stole a glance down at her body. Just for a moment, before the green-smocked
therapist touched her under the chin with the crop and corrected her posture.
The
bloated tit-sacs that blocked her view of anything below were a heavy burden,
and to Jasmine's own mind grotesque. But
as she walked she tried to make them sway and wobble in rhythm with her mincing
steps. She guessed her master would like
that, and perhaps be moved to call her to his bed and give her an opportunity
to earn a reward. A night in his soft,
silk-appointed bed, perhaps, or a real meal of actual food. A hearty soup, maybe, that she wouldn't have
to chew.
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Back
in her room the budding pleasure doll strode to the table and turned her back
to the mesh without being guided. As
Ruta secured the restraining bands the developer entered, trailed by the nurse who
carried a tray full of sex toys.
"How
was our Jasmine today, Ruta?"
"Oh,
very good herr doctor! Jasmine work very
hard, learn fast now. Is pleasure to
train her."
After
Ruta departed the developer supervised the removal of the gauze that packed the
girl's mouth. It was nearly clean, so he
instructed the nurse to remove the dam and nasal tube and clean her face. The ever-smiling doll worked her jaw in
relief for a moment, then ran her tongue around her smooth, soft gums before
opening wide to accept the mouth-propping face plate and feeder gag. She sucked down a bag of salty mush hungrily as the developer
stood before her with the tray of toys.
"Pay
attention now, Jasmine, we have some new devices to incorporate into your
training program." Speaking slowly,
as though to a dimwit, he held up a plastic prod about 7 inches long that
featured three slight swellings along its length.
"This
unit approximates the dimensions of your master's cock. His is not lumpy like this, of course. Each of these three segments contains a
separate pressure sensor." He
tapped the segmented prod as he spoke, illustrating his remarks. "You are
to learn how to squeeze each segment individually, so you can please your
master by milking his cock. This goes in
your ass."
Next
he held up a much bulkier dildo, nine inches long and over two inches
wide. It seemed heavy in his grasp, and
sprouted both electrical connections and small plumbing fittings at its
base. "This is for your cunt. Your master will probably never fuck you
there but you're to continue to tone your cunt, so that it doesn't look sloppy
and ugly after the stretching, and so you can grip whatever your master might
put in it. We have a series of these and
we'll continue to up size as your stretching progresses."
He
pointed to the clitty clip and a little nozzle that were mounted at the back
end of the dildo. "Besides the
larger size this unit has other features different from your old prod...well,
you'll find out. Technical details ar no
use to silly dollies. Twelve, get her
rigged up."
As
soon as the slim masked attendant touched the new prods, Jasmine's plugged snatch moistened. The developer stepped close to the upright
table.
"Today
you begin a new training program designed just for you, Jasmine, to help you
learn how to please your master. After
the training, it's time for another go-round with the HOE. But if you are very, very good during the
training, I'll give you a pain blocker and you'll barely know it's
happening. Understand? Good.
I'll be back when the training is complete to check on you and see if
you've earned your reward."
As
he left, the gasping rubber-clad nurse tipped the captive backwards and
replaced the vaginal retainer with the heavy, complicated dildo. The ease with which the large device entered
told the girl how much her box had already been stretched. Her ass was still tight, though, and despite
a liberal application of lubricant an involuntary whine escaped her as the new
segmented prod was worked into place.
The nurse exchanged the feeder gag for the training prod, connected a
dizzying number of color-coded wires and hoses to the many sockets that adorned
the trainee's appliances, and dimmed the lights.
The
screen on the ceiling flickered to life to display: "Custom Training
Program 1161 - JASMINE 1.0"
Then
the familiar voice: "This program will require your strict attention at
all times, Jasmine. Follow all instructions
and you can avoid punishment, and perhaps earn a reward."
"Focus
your attention in your asshole."
The segment of the prod furthest from the tip buzzed lightly. "When you are ordered to CLENCH 1 you
will squeeze this segment, only. If you
understand, Jasmine, CLENCH segment 1 now."
Jasmine
tried, but the selective clenching was unfamiliar and she tripped the middle
sensor. Small shocks stung her.
"That
is incorrect, Jasmine. Since this task
is new to you the punishments for failure will begin lightly, though as before
they will increase in severity if you do not improve." The first segment buzzed again. "Try again, Jasmine, CLENCH 1..."
It
took the attentive anal student some time to master the complexities of the new
device, and the stinging shocks built until she forced grunts of pain past the
faceplate. But she was determined to
pass this test, and when she had finally done the CLENCH 1-2-3 combination
properly - which had the effect of tugging the spring-mounted prod deeper into
her ass - she smiled with pride.
Really
smiled - for the first time in her new life, her emotions rose to fill the
fixed grin that decorated her crippled face.
"That
is satisfactory, Jasmine. Now maintain
strict attention as we begin the rotation.
Follow all instructions and you can avoid punishment while earning a
reward. SUCK..."
The
graphic porn videos returned to the screen, interrupted as before by the command
words and occasional momentary bursts of static. The willing trainee adapted quickly to the
new sophistication required of her ass.
As the pace of commands slowly increased, and she matched it, the
vibrating clips began to buzz and the big dildo rumbled to life. It massaged her slowly, and seemed to grow
along with her arousal.
A
half hour into the session Jasmine was just holding her own as the pace of
commands leveled off at almost one per second.
Her expanded pleasure tunnel was stretched again to a point just short
of pain. The big, throbbing dildo had
become heavier, as well as wider - the inflating agent was warm water.
Another
pop of static on the screen and Jasmine realized that it excited her to be
filled to the limit. Her spirits rose -
maybe the huge dildo was what she needed to finally achieve release! Green lines wiggled on the brain monitor as
she grunted and whined, struggling to keep up the squeezing and sucking that
was demanded of her as the pitch of the vibrators rose...
Suddenly
the nozzle pointed at her clitty puffed a jet of air at the sensitive bud, and
her whole body spasmed at the unexpected stimulation. The big, heavy dildo swelled just a bit more,
so that she felt twinges of pain now, but the buzzing of the clips mounted and
the puffs of air came quickly, driving her to the edge...
"COME,
Jasmine." The puffs turned
staccato, and in a moment the green lines fluttered wildly as she bucked and
screamed into her mask. Her pussy
clamped down on the bloated dildo, adding to her pain as she came for the first
time in her captivity, then the second time, then the third......
Finally
she lay still and gasping, utterly spent.
"SUCK."
Huh? She wasn't even sure where she was.
"SUCK."
The
commands...the training wasn't over...but...
"Aaaaaagh!" The painful shocks again.
"Maintain
strict attention at all times, follow all instructions and you can avoid
punishment. SUCK."
She'd
forgotten rule number one: her pleasure was secondary. Her purpose was to please the master, who at
the moment was embodied by the computerized training program. That it had allowed her finally to come did
not release her from her duty.
She
made the mouth prod click, and struggled to collect herself and focus on the
screen...
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When
the developer returned he found Jasmine laying limp in her bonds, totally
exhausted and soaked with sweat. But on
the screen he found the word he was looking for: Satisfactory. With quiet words of praise he administered an
injection, and even as the hydraulic cunt-stretcher was wheeled between her
legs Jasmine flew away to a warm, fuzzy place.
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Jasmine's
days took on an orderly routine, unlike the random and uneven schedules that
had been designed earlier for the reluctant girl. Maintenance and rubdown in the morning were
followed by a training session, a brief rest, a long session in the therapy
room, and then more training before she faced the HOE.
The
demands of the training program became more and more intense but she battled to
meet them, and more often than not managed satisfactory scores. Thanks to her hard work and the developer's
mercy she did not have to face the hydraulic pussy-stretcher again without
drugs to help her. She was grateful for
the narcotic relief, but still felt twinges of dismay as she saw the retainers
grow larger after every session.
Her
already prodigious tits continued to swell with the regular injections,
administered at the end of each day as she lay in a drugged stupor just before
being put away for the night. But thanks
to twice-daily applications of the skin-softening cream, and her regular
exercise, they descended on her chest and began to take on a more natural
shape. Just a few days after she first
rose from the table the softening tits were swaying and bobbing like home grown
- if grossly overfertilized - mammaries.
When she lay on her back now, they would slide off her chest until they
rested heavily on her arms. Jasmine
guessed their volume must be approaching the 8000cc mark - that was where her
developer had foretold the final inflation to 10,000cc would take place, and
the transformation of her tits' liquid filling to spongy, naturalistic foam.
She
was becoming quite proficient at milking the anal prod, and her flexibility
continued to improve. After her fourth
visit to the therapy room Ruta announced that Jasmine had become good enough at
walking and performing in the wedge-soled trainers to move up to what she
called "ballet pumps."
These
turned out to be narrow, open-fronted red shoes with towering, skinny heels of
black steel. Single strong straps at the
ankle held them securely on Jasmine's delicate, modified feet. As with the trainers, she walked in this
imposing new footwear with her 8 toes pointed straight down, pressed into small
gel inserts. The gel pads distributed
the load somewhat - though walking in the pumps remained an uncomfortable
affair. The "soles" of the
shoes were tiny patches of flat leather beneath her toes, no more than an inch
across.
When
she first saw them Jasmine doubted she could ever learn to walk in the
impractical, dangerous-looking shoes.
For one thing, without the support of the bulky trainers she didn't
think her toes could take her weight, to which her ever-growing boobs had added
probably thirty pounds. And for another,
without the big, rigid ankle straps to keep her feet straight she worried that her
first misstep would lead to a broken ankle.
But
again she surprised herself. The shoes
appeared delicate but were very sturdily made, reinforced with metal and custom
fitted so that they held her unnaturally narrow feet firmly. Her toes and ankles proved to be quite strong
even without external support - the benefit, she supposed, of having been fixed
almost rigidly and surgically reinforced in their "en pointe"
positions.
By
her second session in them Jasmine was moving nearly as well in the pumps as
she had in the trainers. With such tiny
areas of contact between shoe and floor balance was very tricky, and she could
seldom stand on one foot for more than a second. Ruta didn't have to remind her now to shorten
her stride. But standing in place - which
afforded four points of contact - was not too difficult, even with her feet
held close together as Ruta instructed.
And once Jasmine became confident in her ability to stay upright on the
new shoes, her stride became more gliding.
The leather soles of the pumps did not catch on the floor and try to
trip her as the rubber-bottomed trainers often had.
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The
developing companion's days did pass more easily since she'd become Jasmine,
and stopped resisting her captors. As
she continued to work hard and progress in her lessons and exercises, her
handlers fed her spirit with encouragement and praise. She soaked it up like a sponge - even if it
was delivered somewhat condescendingly, as though she were some dumb
bimbo. Every day was filled with new
challenges, like the shoes, and the challenging contortions that Ruta taught
her on the mat. And now Jasmine enjoyed
sexual release on a semi-regular basis, too.
She
was allowed to come once - or multiple times in a single event - during each
training run. Her orgasms were carefully
controlled. First she had to perform
well enough in the early part of the session to raise the vibrating clamps and
heavy, throbbing dildo to a certain pitch.
When she'd been brought to a high level of arousal, the thrumming dildo
would swell with pressurized water until - no matter how large she'd been
expanded by the HOE - she was filled to the point of discomfort. Finally, if she could maintain her own performance
upon the various prods, the machine would use the air jets and vibrators to
send her over the edge.
But
she had to remain focused on her responsibilities. During the introductory run of the new
program the computer had allowed her a break to collect herself after
orgasm. But this respite was
progressively shortened until she was required to keep up with the regular pace
of commands even in the deepest throes of her own ecstacy. If she failed to do so, her orgasm was cut
short by a savage series of shocks.
Neither
was she allowed to come until the dildo was fully inflated. If she tried to achieve release earlier in
the program, the machine would shock her down as before. After a few sessions with the new program,
she ceased even to become aroused until the swelling dildo filled her to the
point of tension.
Soon
after that, she began to yearn at all times for the feeling of fullness and
weight in her cunt. That sensation told
her that she was performing well, and soon to be rewarded.
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The
door opened with a bang. Based on her
routine Jasmine had expected Ruta and another therapy session, but it was the
developer who entered. Behind him Nurse
Twelve wheeled a heavy cart.
"You've
made excellent progress, Jasmine. You
should be proud of yourself! I think
you'll make your master very happy, and he'll treat you well. Now we need to begin the other modifications
he's ordered for you. Don't be
afraid! When you wake up you'll be
prettier and sexier than you ever thought possible, and the perfect girl to
best please your master."
As
he spoke the mechanized table slowly spread Jasmine's legs for her. Nurse Twelve unstrapped and removed the
retainer, then retrieved from the cart a clear plastic cylinder, open at the
ends and with gently curving edges. The
thin-walled cylinder was about four inches in diameter, and even after the
repeated sessions with the HOE it took both a liberal coating of lube and a
generous application of elbow grease by Twelve before it was fully seated in
Jasmine's yawning tunnel. At this stage
in her training the stretching was not completely unwelcome, but now she felt
the odd sensation of a breeze on her cervical area.
"The
surgeons are going to do as much of your abdominal work as they can
arthroscopically, though your vagina, to minimize external scarring. So you see It’s a good thing you started
early on the HOE!"
While
the nurse started an IV drip line on Jasmine's left arm, the developer inserted
a nasal breathing tube, then fumbled with more items on the cart. There was a squeak of knobs turning and a
hiss of pressurized gas.
He
removed the gagging prod and face plate.
Jasmine licked her lips as her developer held above her face a gray
rubber mask that trailed floppy hoses.
The hissing sounds came from the mask, along with a faint, sickly-sweet
smell.
"Among
the many improvements the surgeons are about to make, there will be some major
changes to your mouth and throat. So, if
there's anything you want to say, now would be the time."
The
pleasure doll continued to grin vacantly for a moment. Then she made a little cough, and breathed
deeply. She blinked quickly for a
moment, then her eyes narrowed just perceptibly from Jasmine's usual vapid
stare.
"Mah
namm..." The girl's slack lips barely moved as her voice was heard, high
and quiet and seemingly from far away.
"...wuss deborah."
"Yes." The developer was stopped for just a moment
by her simple poetry. "Yes, of
course it was. Goodnight now, Jasmine."
He
lowered the hissing rubber mask to her smiling face.
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[To
be continued......?]
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