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NICOLE: JOURNEY OF A SLAVE
By Charles E. Campbell
CHAPTER 30
PRELUDE TO A COLLARING
It was the Tuesday before David’s slave, diana was to be collared. Mistress Ilsa outlined slut’s tasks for the day as She sipped Her morning coffee, Her slave under the table, face buried in her Mistress’s sex. “You will need to gas the car first, then head downtown to “Le Badin Chat” and pick up My order. They called yesterday and confirmed that it’s all in. It’s been pre-paid, so you’ll not need money. Go directly from there to Connecticut. I want you to make sure Roberto and his crew are progressing, at least, if they haven’t yet finished with the construction. Call Me if there is a problem. The food for the weekend won’t be delivered until Thursday, so there’s nothing needed there. Change the sheets in My bedroom, as well as in the guest bedrooms, do the laundry. you’ll need to dust and vacuum the house as well I’m sure. Let Me know if the gardener hasn’t cut the grass yet. you may stay up there over night if it’s too late to come home when you’re through, if that’s the case, I will expect a phone call. If you stay up there, you will have to leave tomorrow morning, in time to be here by 10:00. Understood?”
slut pulled back from Ilsa’s pussy just far enough to answer, “Yes, Mistress,” and then went back to her task at hand, keeping her Mistress on the edge, but not going over to release until she was told to
“Of course, it goes without saying that you are to be naked the entire time you are up there. In fact, I want you to get undressed on the side of the road before driving on the property at all. And you are to make yourself available to Roberto and any of his men as well, however they wish.”
Fifteen minutes later, Ilsa ordered slut to bring Her off, and then She sent her to draw Her bath.
slut bathed her Mistress tenderly, gently, lovingly. she toweled her dry with a luxuriantly soft oversized towel while Ilsa stood in the soapy water. Ilsa emptied Her bladder into the rapidly cooling bath water and placed one foot on the edge of the tub, enabling Her slave to clean Her afterward.
As Ilsa dressed, slut bathed in the used bath water. she was permitted to use Ilsa’s discarded towel to dry herself off as well. “The white sun dress is all you’ll need, slut,” Ilsa told Her slave.
slut knew which one She meant. A very short, flimsy light weight material, loose fitting, the top four buttons had been cut off, and very see through. Her breasts and the steel that pierced them always available to the eye. “Sandals, I think,” She added, “White ones.”
“Yes, Mistress,” slut replied, from her knees, rummaging in the box where her shoes were kept.
As the slave and her Owner hugged each other good bye, Ilsa slipped Her hand up underneath slut’s dress and inserted two fingers deeply into the slave’s sex. She fingered her for a few moments and then abruptly pulled her hand out and slid the moist fingers into slut’s mouth for cleaning.
slut picked up the black Cayenne from the garage and headed to the West Side for gas, before venturing to the Village to Le Badin Chat, one of Ilsa’s favorite fetish shops. Traffic was surprisingly light as she headed south on 7th Ave. towards Bleeker St. she found a parking place off Leroy, fed the meter and walked the three blocks to the anything but discrete sex shoppe.
Marcus Fesjian, the proprietor, was behind the counter engaged in a heated conversation with a pair of drag queens in full regalia. slut didn’t pick up on the gist of the argument, but the animated exchange was heated and loud, indicating a high level of passion from all sides. Without even acknowledging her, Marcus bent over and picked up a large cardboard box from beneath the counter, which he placed on the counter and slid in slut’s direction. she put her hands on it and asked, “Just the one?”
“Yup,’ he answered and jumped right back in the dialogue with the queens.
slut picked up the box and took it back to the Cayenne. It was deceptively heavy, at least twenty pounds, she guessed, making her wish she had sought out a closer parking place than the one she had taken. Hitting the remote she opened the door and placed it on the back seat. she knew better than to even think about opening it. It belonged to Mistress Ilsa, and it’s contents were Her business, and Hers alone. although she was curious about what it contained. she was sure it would have something to do with the upcoming collaring ceremony, of that she was certain. And if the contents involved her, Mistress Ilsa would make that known when it suited Her, and not before.
Traffic reports said the FDR was jammed up with an accident in the nineties, so slut opted instead for the West Side Highway to the Alexander Hamilton Bridge. From there she took the Saw Mill River Parkway north, before heading east to the Hutchinson River Parkway and the Merritt in Connecticut. It was a nice day to travel, not too hot, sunny, and with exceedingly light traffic. she found herself on the two lane road Ilsa’s home was on in under two hours from when she left the Village.
About a mile before the driveway leading to Ilsa’s estate, slut saw the flashing lights of a local Sheriff’s Department Deputy cruiser flashing behind her. she was suddenly happy her Mistress hadn’t mandated that she drive the entire trip baked. Slowing the SUV down, she flipped on the turn signal and pulled off the narrow road onto the grassy shoulder. The cop did the same.
He didn’t get out of his car for three or four minutes, making her wait, and at the same time heightening her anxiety as to why she had been stopped. she hadn’t been speeding, that she knew, as these roads were so full of twists and turns, blind driveways, and animals that she always drove with caution, and about five mph under the posted limit. slut reasoned that he was running the license plates before coming over to her. Finally, in her rearview mirror, she could see his door open.
His image in the mirror made him to be on the short side, 5'7" possibly, a large belly drooping over his belt, totally obscuring his belt buckle. Large mirrored sunglasses covered his eyes. He was putting his hat on over his balding head as he came up behind the Cayenne. His right hand on the butt of his gun. Standing behind her, tapping on her window.
slut lowered her window, “License and proof of insurance, Ma’am,” he said.
Reaching over the seat to the glove box, slut found the necessary paper work and handed it out the window to him.
“Know why I pulled you over,” he asked as he studied the photo on slut’s license and comparing it to her.”
“No, officer,” she said, looking straight ahead not looking at him.
“You didn’t use your turn signal back there on Ridge Road.”
“i’m sorry,” she said, knowing he was lying, and refusing to rise to his baiting her. “i thought i did.”
He was looking down the open top of her sun dress at her scarred breasts as she spoke. “Well, you didn’t.
“Who does this car belong to?”
“It belongs to my lover, I’m running an errand for Her, so She had me use Her car.”
“Really.” He came closer to the window to get a better look. slut’s legs were exposed almost to her crotch in the short dress. “Your lover, you say.”
“Yes, officer, my lover.”
“And her name would be?”
“Ilsa. Ilsa Strauch.”
“And where does she live, Miss?”
“This car is registered at Her residence in Manhattan , but She also owns a house up here in Litchfield, about a mile or so up this road.”
“Oh she does, does she?”
At this point a second cruiser showed up, lights flashing. slut knew the local police to be very protective of their jurisdiction, but this was a little over kill even for them.
A female cop got out of the second car and strode over, hand ob her gun. She was big, taller than the male cop, and a solid 150 pounds of muscle. She wore a short sleeved uniform shirt that showed clear definition of her bulging biceps and triceps. Both of her forearms were tattooed. Her hair was close cropped, almost buzz cut. “What have we got here, Smitty?” she asked as she approached.
“This car’s been reported stolen, and I’ve just been stalling her while you came so you could search her proper like.”
“Stolen,” slut exclaimed? “That’s ridiculous. Just call Ilsa, she’ll tell you I have the use of Her car with Her permission.’
The female cop ignored her, and said, “Please step out of the car, Ma’am.”
Smitty opened the driver door and watched as slut swung her legs out, giving a clear view of her panty-less crotch to the female officer.
“Got any problem with me looking through your car, Ma’am,” the male cop asked?
“Of course not,” slut answered, nervous and perturbed at the same time. “Go right ahead.”
“Turn and face the car for me, Ma’am,” the female said. “Hands behind your back.”
“What,” slut barked?
“I know you heard me, bitch, don’t make me make it any harder on you than it needs to be. Hands behind your back!”
slut complied and felt the steel handcuffs tighten on her wrists.
“Now missy, you got any weapons hidden on you someplace,” the female cop asked, as her hands felt up the inside of slut’s thighs.
“Of course i don’t,” slut replied.
“Then what have we here?” she mocked her in a sarcastic retort, her hands feeling the rod in slut’s breasts.
“Got a problem, Green,” Smitty asked, pulling his head out of the back of the Porsche?
“Nope, nothin’ I can’t take care of. “I think she may be concealing, so I’m just gonna take her somewhere quiet so I can pat her down better s’all. You go through the car, I’ll take care of her.”
Green took hold of slut’s upper arm and pulled her along off the road.
“What are you doing? Where are you taking me?” slut asked loudly, pulling against the much stronger woman.
“I’m taking you someplace where I can give you a proper search for concealed weapons, missy. Wouldn’t want anyone to see you like that on the road. Although, judgin’ by th’way your dressed, I’d say you’re pretty used to havin’ people seein’ ya naked. Probably like it too.”
Green took her into a small stand of trees adjacent to a farmer’s field. She looked around making sure they were alone, then she said, “You play ball with me, Missy, ‘n maybe we’ll letcha go. Besides, we might have a little fun in the process as well. Ya get my drift?”
“Yes,” slut answered, quickly mulling over her options, which seemed few if any. “I’ll do whatever you ask,” she added. Getting Ilsa involved in this could be embarrassing, she decided. Better to do what these two wanted and pretend nothing happened.
“Smart thinkin’, Missy,” Green unlocked the handcuffs.
“I need to give you a good search for contraband, so strip!”
slut undid the few buttons on her sun dress and let it fall back off her shoulders, revealing her steel breast bars and vaginal piercings.
“Well, that’s a new one on me, Missy. Got that rod runnin’ right through your boobies, doncha?
Turn around and bend over. Time to check your holes for contrband.”
slut turned and faced away from the female police officer. she bent over and grabbed her ankles, spreading her legs apart.
“Nice view from here,” Green commented. No latex gloved for her. She plunged three fingers in slut’s cunt, digging around roughly on the pretext of “searching” for something.
“Nothin’ up there, next hole, Missy.”
Same three fingers, ungloved, moist with slut’s eternal wetness. “Good thing you got lube going for ya. Makes it easier for me, and that makes it easier for you,” she chuckled at her stab at humor.
“Nothing in the car, Green,” Smitty said, as he walked up on them, unfazed by what he was seeing. “Her phone was beeping. Text message. Check it out!”
He handed the open cell phone to the female cop. She read it aloud; “I hope you are co-operating with the law enforcement officers, in any way necessary, slut.”
There is only one person with the number for that phone, and She is the only person who both calls it, or received calls from it. Ilsa had somehow set this whole police stop in motion. slut had no choice but to obey whatever these two wanted.
“Looks like someone knows this bitch, eh, Smitty?”
“Sounds like it to me,” he agreed. “Guess we can get a little ‘co-operation’ from her, Green. He pronounced it with a long ‘O’, emphasizing it. “Ya wanna go first?”
“You betcha! I’m not playin’ with her cooze after you dump yer stuff in it. I want some privacy though. Why don’t you call in that we’re takin’ our break, so we don’t get called away before she gives us her ‘co-operation?”
“Good idea. Have fun!”
Smitty left Green and slut alone and went back to his cruiser to await his turn.
Green grabbed slut by the ring in her septum and pulling their faces together. slut opened her mouth slightly, sensing what the woman wanted from her, and she was right. Green’s tongue forced itself into slut’s mouth, deep, as her hands freely roamed all over slut’s naked body, exploring, pinching, and probing.
When Green broke the embrace she was out of breath. “You’ve had some practice with women I see,” she commented.
“Yes. my training has not been limited to pleasuring men.”
“So,” Green paused, looking for the proper words, “This Ilsa Strauch has some hold over you?”
Her fingers were idly splaying and rubbing slut’s hardened clit.
“i belong to Her. She is my Owner, and i am Her slave.”
“Really!”
“Yes.”
“So you do whatever she tells you to?”
“Yes.”
“So then, what she meant on that text was for you to do whatever we want?”
“Yes.”
“Okay then.”
slut could see that the new found total freedom was a bi too much for the female cop to process.
“Lay down on your back, cunt,” Green said, deciding what she wanted to do and suddenly becoming aggressive.
slut obeyed, laying down in the grass, spreading her legs wide.
Green got down on her hands and knees and started licking slut’s pussy. She removed her nightstick from it’s holder and began to fuck slut’s pussy with it while she was nibbling on the swollen bud atop the splayed slit. Her prowess and skill in oral pleasures didn’t go unnoticed to slut. Tilting back her head and closing her eyes, slut let the cop take her to a more than satisfying orgasm.
“My turn now, cunt,’ Green said, as she stood up and unbuckled her gun belt. Then she undid the belt of her uniform trousers and dropped them to her ankles, revealing a small black thong.
slut knelt in front of her and pulled the thing down, exposing her clean shaven mound. Leaning forward, slut began to reciprocate orally. Green’s hands went behind slut’s head, pulling her in closer, and making breathing a lot more difficult for slut.
She came in under two minutes.
As she got her uniform straightened out, Green said, “Wait here for Smitty.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” slut responded, still on her knees.
Green left and a few moments later, the fat male cop approached her.
“I’ve had some time to figure what I want from you, you little whore. I’m going for an around the world. Know what that is?”
“No Sir, i’m sorry, i’ve never heard that expression before. But ii will do whatever it is you require.”
“Well, cunt, an around the world means you’re gonna give me a blow job, then I’m gonna fuck you in the pussy and then in the ass!”
“If that’s what you wish,” she said, reaching out to open his pants.
slut pulled down his pants and saw his boxers, with stains on the front of the crotch. she slid them down and saw his small penis hiding in one of the densest thickets of pubic hair she had ever seen. Gently, slut took hold of the penis and held the flaccid flesh in her hand as she sucked it into her mouth. It started to stiffen as she swirled her tongue around it in her mouth.
“Hmmmm,” he moaned, “Keep sucking that cock, bitch. Get it good an’ hard so’s I can fuck your pussy.”
she kept at it until he said, “Okay, bitch. I’m gonna fuck you like a dog. Get on your hands and knees!”
slut turned around, exposing her rear to Smitty and waited for him to mount her.
Smitty placed the tip of his dick in her box and entered her slowly. He took his time, relishing each thrust. He was forced to stop after less than fifteen seconds for fear of cumming too soon.
“Now it’s time to fuck you in the ass, sweetie. Get ready!”
He wiped his wet dick around her puckered brown eye and lined his cock up with the target. No taking his time here. He drove into her rear portal with one hard thrust and pounded her as fast and deep as he could go.
slut was sure he would spill his seed in her bowels, but at the last second, he pulled out and grabbed her by the arm, turning her to face him. “Take it,” he ordered her.
slut sucked his cock, tasting herself as he shot his load into her mouth. He kept spurting, filling her mouth as she sucked him to the back of her throat. When he was spent, she swallowed and cleaned him off.
Smitty pulled up his pants and said. “Get dressed!”
He turned his back on her and walked away as he buckled his gun belt.\
slut picked up her sun dress and put it back on. By the time she had walked out of the field and reached her car, the two patrol cruisers were no where to be seen. The road was completely deserted. Before getting back in the Cayenne, slut decided it would be easier to undress now rather than drive a little over a mile and do it at the driveway, so she removed the sun dress once again and tossed it into the backseat.
When she reached the house at the end of the long driveway, there were no other vehicles in sight. slut had expected to see the truck belonging to Roberto, but it was no where to be seen. she got out of the car and headed for the house. There was a lengthy list of tasks she had to perform and she wanted to get a jump on them. Just before she got to the front door, she remembered the carton form Le Chat, so she went back to the car to retrieve it. Brining it into the house, she decided to put it on the desk in Ilsa’s study.
slut attacked the bedrooms first, stripping the beds and getting the sheets and pillowcases into the washing machine. That done, she remade Ilsa’s bed as well as the ones in the guest bedrooms. The three bathrooms were next on the list. Fresh towels, wash clothes and bath mats, scrubbing the showers, tubs and toilets, followed by washing the tiled floors.
As she was coming up from the basement, having switched the load from the washer to the dryer,
there was a knock at the kitchen door. slut answered it, and found Roberto standing there. “Ah, senorita,” he said, with a thick accent. “Como esta? You look lovely today.” He eyeballed her nakedness from head to toe.
“Is there something i can do for you, Roberto?” she asked, already knowing why he was standing there.
“Si, Senorita. My men and I have been waiting all day for you to come. Senora Ilsa, she say we might be able to enjoy some of your company today, yes?”
“Yes, that is correct, but first, I think, I am supposed to see how your construction is going.”
“Si, si. Yes. Please come with me, Senorita, please I will show you how far we have gotten. Yes? Then we will have some fun, no?”
Roberto held the back door open for slut. When she was outside he called out, “Hey muchachos!”
Four men were standing around leaning against the side of Roberto’s pick up truck. When they heard Roberto call out, they all looked as one and saw the naked slave with their boss. Whistles and what slut took to be catcalls in Spanish followed, as the men ran over to where Roberto and slut were waiting.
The men formed a circle around slut and Roberto. They were all relatively short, with ruddy dark complexions, from their time spent toiling in the sun. Their dress was all similar, well worn dirty white t shirts and faded soiled denim jeans, filthy baseball caps, with work boots caked in soil. All four were covered in dirt and sweat from their labors, and all four were looking at slut with a rabid hunger in their dark eyes.
“Come, Senorita. Let me show you what we have done for Senora Ilsa,” Roberto said, leading slut away from the house.
Roberto’s men followed behind them, apparently enjoying the view of her naked flanks. She hadn’t been in the direction he was taking her in quite a while, always avoiding the thought of returning here. Her stomach started to knot up as she realized where they were going. Vivid memories of an horrific event started to flash through her mind. They were tracing the steps taken when Ilsa’s slave, whore, was going to be crucified. whore had been diagnosed with terminal cancer, and as her final parting gift to her Owner, her Mistress, she offered to die by crucifixion for Her. It was at ceremony that Sir Campbell, slut’s previous Master, when she was known as nicole, abandoned her in front of the assembled guest and publically gave her over to Mistress Ilsa.
As they neared the clearing where the crucifixion had taken place, and where whore’s body had been buried, slut saw six new crosses standing upright in a circle about thirty feet in diameter, with three St. Andrew’s crosses set up as well. One of them was in the center of the circle, while the other two straddled the path they were walking on, about twenty feet before the circle of crosses.
All the crosses were constructed from weather worn wood, bleached from the sun, rough with splintered fragments jutting out everywhere. Three inch steel rings were securely bolted into the wood at various points, making them more universal for affixing victims of their hideous and painful tortures.
“Do you think the Senora will be pleased, Senorita?” Roberto asked.
slut was driven to silence by what she was seeing, and was unable to respond.
“We still have to set up the tent with the chairs and tables, but we are finished with the construction. We followed her plans just as she drew them,” he added
“Now, what about what Senora Ilsa has promised us, eh, Senorita?”
Still unable to talk, slut just nodded her acquiescence. she didn’t even care that five filthy laborers were about to use her like a lowly third world street whore. All she could think of was the brutal, violent, painful death of Ilsa’s slave, and the role she had played in it.
“Aqui esta,” Roberto said, and instantly eight calloused hands were groping, probing, rubbing, pinching, and fondling the naked slave. Mouths suckled her breasts. Fingers probed her anus and pussy. Tongues pushed into her mouth.
The men were shedding their clothes as they toyed with her. Then the eight hands grabbed her arms and legs, lifted her up and laid her down flat on her back. There was no need for them to pin her down, or to hold her open. The directive she had been given from Mistress Ilsa did all of that for them. The orders of her Owner became, in actuality, Her hands pinning her body to the ground. Her hands spreading her legs open. Her hands offering slut’s mouth, pussy and ass to these strangers. This directive from Ilsa meant that she would be totally compliant.
They were on her like a pack of ravenous wolves in a feeding frenzy. As one man took her, another straddled her head and entered her mouth, and her hands were busy keeping the other two men hard.
While slut wasn’t concentrating on what was happening, she believed the men would all just fuck her quickly and it would be done. she couldn’t have been more incorrect in her assessment of the situation. The men would all switch positions, many times, no one cumming, prolonging their time with her. After tiring of her being on her back, the men lifted her onto all fours and took turns kneeling at her face and fucking her mouth, while another would take her like a dog from behind. she was certain they would take her ass as well, but for some unfathomable reason, they didn’t take her tighter rear portal, preferring to use her pussy and mouth exclusively.
Roberto undressed and stroked himself as he watched his compatriots taking their pleasures with the puta. The workers flipped slut over on her back again, and stood up, leaving her lying on the ground as Roberto approached. “El Mano Dura, El Mano Dura,” (The big stick)they chanted in unison, laughing at their private joke. Lifting her head from the ground slightly, slut saw Roberto standing between her open legs, idly stroking his cock. her eyes widened at the sight of it. While it was of average length, about 5" long, it was the thickest and meatiest piece of man meat she had ever seen. A rock solid 2 ½" in diameter, with ropes of thick blue veins running up an down the shaft. The purple head poking through the uncircumcised end, a generous bead of pre-cum seeping from the slit.
“Kneel, puta,” he growled menacingly at her.
she did as she was told, and stared eye to eye with the beefy tool.
“Open your mouth, bitch,” he hissed, smiling.
slut opened her mouth. He slowly fed his meat into it, burying it until she had taken it all to the back of her throat. she had to concentrate to open wide enough to take it all in, and avoid making contact with her teeth. Her jaw was starting to ache from being open as wide as it would go. The length posed no problem for her, she had taken much longer cocks well past her gag reflex, but the girth was more than a challenge.
The men were laughing as they watched her face distort with each hard thrust as Roberto fucked her face. she endured it until he said, “Now we’ll drill your pussy, cunt!”
He got between her legs and started pumping into her like a machine, his balls slapping against her ass loudly as he buried himself with each push.
“El Mano Dura, El Mano Dura,” the men started chanting again, which seemed to encourage him to push all the harder.
He pulled out, and kissed her mouth, his tongue forcing it’s way in, probing. “Now we’ll see what the ‘Big Stick’ can do to your tight little ass, puta,” and he spit in her face after calling her a whore.
Using his hand, he guided his cock to her ass, which she was trying very hard to relax in the face of it’s imminent invasion. slut had been anally raped by much larger foreign objects, but this was the thickest cock that had ever been forced into her rear portal.
Roberto took his time, slowly introducing his massive pole, watching slut’s grimacing expressions as the pressure built deep within her. Once he had penetrated as far as his length would allow, he began to withdraw, and enter, withdraw, and enter, in a steady rhythmic pattern, which his men picked up on, as they again started chanting, only this time, it was in tempo with his beat.
“Look at me, puta,” he barked. “Look at me while I fuck your ass, bitch!”
slut opened her eyes and starred at his face. His yellow toothed smile widened, and he spit across her eyes. Laughing aloud, he pushed harder and faster, as he was quickly reaching the point of not being able to hold back. she saw his eyes roll back a bit and his eyelids fluttered as he groaned. The men cheered and applauded.
Sated, Roberto made slut clean him off with her mouth, then the men descended upon her once again. When they were through, she had cum on her face and chest, and seeping from both her pussy and ass. She was covered with dirt as well as leaves and broken grass. The five men walked away, laughing loudly and talking in Spanish, leaving her alone by the crosses. As she looked at them, stark, cold and threatening, in the rapidly fading sunlight, a cold eerie shiver coursed through her, and she grabbed her shoulders and hugged herself. When it had passed, she got up and walked back to the house. Roberto’s truck had gone.
she showered, and then called Mistress Ilsa to tell Her what had happened, and that she would need to spend te night in order to finish all the tasks Ilsa had set for her.
Ilsa laughed as slut recounted her “run-in” with the local constabulary, and She listened intently as slut described her time with the Mexicans. But what She seemed most interested in was the site work for the collaring ceremony. Ilsa made slut describe in minute detail the positioning of the Tau crosses, they’re relative positions to the St. Andrew’s crosses, the space created by the circle,......in short, every lurid detail.
Before She hung up, Ilsa said, “When you have completed all your chores, slave, I want you to make a video of yourself. You are to whip yourself with a cat, on the breasts and cunt, with both a butt plug and dildo visibly inserted. You are to diddle yourself in between every ten strokes you give yourself. And you are to prolong this for one hour. I give you My permission to cum after one hour. When you are done, set the video up as a file attachment, and send it to the girls at the F. N. P. C.. Say how much we are looking forward to seeing them this Saturday.”
“Yes, Mistress. As you wish,” she replied.
“Oh, and remember, slut, you are to be home here before 10:00 tomorrow morning, so make sure you allow plenty of time for the trip.”
“Of course, Mistress. Thank You for reminding me.”
slut hung up and got back to the chores. It was almost three hours before she was making the video of her self flagellation and masturbation. By the time she had finished her hour video, gotten it in the computer, and sent off to Chelsea, it was after twelve. she set her alarm for 6:00, and tried to fall asleep, with the visions of the crosses Roberto’s men had erected, fresh in the forefront of her thoughts.
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