Rebecca’s New Life (M/F) (BDSM) (Bondage) (Slave) (Auction) (Commission) (Toys) (FemSub)

Part One: Becoming His Property

As the strange men gripped her firmly by the elbows, Rebecca knew she had made a terrible mistake. She could not see; there was a leather hood which had been tied down around her head. It had no slits for eyes, and the dark fabric was pressed up against her face. The only opening was for her mouth, allowing her to breathe.

Other than this, she wore nothing at all. Her heart danced madly as she was escorted into the darkness. She did not know where she was going though she had a good guess. Her hands were cuffed behind her back, shackles bound her legs together so that she couldn’t move far or fast. She could feel the presence of the escorts, tough no-nonsense men who guided her forwards roughly with their hands.

The cold air brushed against her naked body, inspiring chills and visions of what was to come. Her body clinked with every step. Her bare feet slapped against the wooden floor. She was being led up. Up towards the auction block where her fate would be decided. Inside, she felt a bubbling mixture of terror, disbelief and a shameful undercurrent of anticipation.

Only a few hours ago, she’d been normal. She’d had friends, a life, ambitions and a future. She’d also had debts and that had been the start of the problem. Many people had debts, but Rebecca had a great deal of them.

Looking back, she should have realised things were getting bad but she hadn’t seen it. Maybe didn’t want to see it. Then, one day she was taken into a very serious room with a very serious man who worked for the bank and was told in no uncertain terms just how much money she really owed.

And that, as they said, was the end of that.

So she had come here. It wasn’t the first place she’d thought of, but it was the only place she’d bothered to visit. She’d convinced herself that nowhere else would help. She hadn’t expected to do much, to go this far. She’d just wanted to inquire, to step inside and ask a few questions.

Instead, she was being force-marched naked down a corridor!

It must have been the man she’d spoken to at the front desk. He was very persuasive, his words were like honey dripping into her ears. He knew just what to say, he was so very understanding. There was no judgement at all, and he was proud to say that he could help!

In retrospect, she probably should have looked into it further before signing the contract. She’d known what was being asked of her, but to know it and to actually live it? Those were different things.

As soon as the ink was dry, she was taken to the other side of the building. There, she was put into a cell. Guarded by two bored-looking men, and told to take off her clothes! Rebecca had no choice in the matter and had been forced to strip down, her face red and her hands trembling. The guards had not made it easy. They had commented on her body, on her breasts, asking how many men she’d fucked, how experienced she was, and where she liked to touch herself.

Once she was naked, they took away everything. Her clothes, her money, her phone. Even her glasses! She was left shivering and naked in the cell, cursing herself for signing the contract and wrestling with the sinking realisation that she had no one else to blame but herself for this latest stupidity.

In the present, she heard a door open and was shoved forward. She stumbled, the chains clinking as she caught herself. She was somewhere different now, and she strained her senses. She could hear soft murmuring and breathing. Many voices spoke in hushed whispers. The floor felt different under her bare feet. Was she on a stage?

The day had come then. All doubt was dispelled. She’d sold herself into slavery to escape her debts and now it was time for the auction.

She felt petrified. Turning this way and that, trying to find out where the audience was. She didn’t know how many there were, but it sounded like dozens! Dozens of people all seeing her naked and in chains! She squirmed, feeling their eyes on her bare skin. They were probably looking at her like she was a piece of meat. Not a person but a thing, something to be possessed and used.

Someone pushed her roughly to her knees and someone else grabbed her legs. The shackles were roughly undone. Rebecca tried to yelp but made only a strangled gurgling sound around the plastic cock which had been forced into her mouth and anchored by the mask. The first person pressed down on her, forcing her to kneel while the second pulled her legs as far apart as they could. Rebecca didn’t resist but felt every inch of humiliation as she was forced to expose herself to the crowd.

She felt cold metal cuffs close around her ankles, this time they were locked directly to the floor. Her muscles strained against them, but when it came to flesh against metal, metal always won. Her legs remained spread. Her arms were chained behind her back.

She had a dildo in her pussy. It felt hard and warm inside of her, teasing her body with each step that she had been forced to make. It was set to vibrate at random times, catching her off-guard and making her stumble or moan. A buttplug had also been inserted into her ass and together, the two of them spoke for part of the reason why she had been moving so slowly.

Both of them had been given to her back in the cell. One of the guards had rolled them through the bars, letting them come to rest at her feet.

“For your big day,” he’d leered at her. “We figure it’s better if slaves come out looking like they want whatever is coming to them. Nice and wet, you know. Not that that would be a problem for you.”

Rebecca’s face flushed red. Without her glasses, her long-distance vision was bad but she could still see with some effort. The dildo was hot pink, intended to catch the eye and flaunt its presence. The buttplug was rounded and black.

“I’d put them in if I were you,” the guard said. “One way or the other, you’re going out wearing them. Either you do it or we do it. And let’s be honest, we’d probably have some fun with you while we got you all sorted out.”

He leered again and she shivered, reaching for the toys. Shamefully, her pussy was already wet and she felt the guards’ eager eyes on her as she pressed the tip between her legs. Rebecca bit her lower lips, trying not to moan as it sunk deeper and deeper into her.

The dildo was large and did not easily fit inside of her. She had to work at it, struggling and moaning. All the while she knew she was giving the guards a show they would remember. One of them took out a phone and recorded her!

She wondered if it was going to wind up online.

She wondered if her friends would find it and know what had happened to her.

After the dildo, there came the plug. Together, the two of them were a double penetration of unfeeling plastic that she felt with every step she took. Her body rumbled, and her nerves grew taut. Before she had a chance to try and collect herself, the cell was opened and she was masked and chained.

And now she was here. Her legs spread. Her pussy was wet, stuffed with a hot pink dildo that no one could possibly miss.

She would ask where she went wrong, but that was pretty damned obvious by now.

The sound of the audience was much louder now. She felt a sudden heat as spotlights swivelled to highlight her helpless body. Every inch of her was exposed, thrown into stark relief. Heat ran through her, and her pulse raced. There came a clicking sound next, and the chain which bound her arms was anchored to the ground.

Someone else – probably a man – took the metal lead which connected to her collar and bound it to the ground as well. He dragged it tight, forcing her to lower her head as if in shame. Her body was trembling. Disbelief, horror and desire all crashed against her mind.

Still, no one spoke. That was the strangest thing. She’d braced herself for mockery, catcalls, names and insults. There was none of that. Just whispered conversation, the sound of breathing. The tense, notched anticipation ran through her body like static.

Someone pulled the dildo out of her pussy. The brush of their hand against her womanhood sent a shockwave flashing through her, and the feeling of the toy being pulled free made her legs shake and hips buck. It hit the ground, lying beside her and Rebecca’s pussy was now on full display.

It was time for the inspection.

She lost track of time quickly. Chained to the ground with her head bowed and her legs spread, Rebecca was forced to endure inspection by the prospective clients. The men and women who fancied themselves her new owners.

Each time one approached, she would know by the creaking wood. The scent of their body, of perfume or cologne. She’d know by the sense of closeness long before they ever touched her. Luckily, they weren’t allowed to do much. This was an auction, not an orgy. But Rebecca was forced to endure probing hands and fingers as they tested the quality of the merchandise on offer. Each touch was like a small jolt. She could not see where to brace herself, or when it was coming. All she could do was sit and endure, feeling the burning shame as total strangers filed by to grope and feel her up.

It was a strange mixture, many of them were interested in her body but not in the way she had expected. She felt hands stroking along her legs, probing her abdomen as if she was a farm animal. Someone traced the outline of her arms, feeling her tendons and muscles. It was oddly intimate, the strangers wanted to know everything about her. With their hands and fingers, they were stripping away each layer of privacy and dignity. They felt her arms and legs and followed the curve of her thighs. Someone kneaded her calves as if trying to figure out how much muscle she had there. Someone else was rubbing her shoulders with an almost sensual intent.

Mostly though, it was obvious what they were interested in. A slave had only one purpose, after all. Probing fingers pressed against her breasts. Her nipples were plucked and teased, toyed with until they were stiff and hard. She was measured, hands clasped her chest and rated her tits. Someone spread the cheeks of her behind and pulled out the plug, exploring her ass with their fingers in a way which made her gasp and try not to moan.

Before long, she was breathing hard. Her body endured this assault of stimulation, unknown hands from unknown people which descended upon her from the darkness.

Her pussy was a favourite target. Fingers brushed against her outer lips, someone laughed as she trembled. She was soaking down there, and someone else pressed their fingers against her labia, forcing them to spread open. She had never felt so humiliated or turned on.

Her vulva was outlined by probing fingers. She heard a click as someone took a photo of her with her pussy spread. Her cheeks burned red with shame, though none could see it through the hood.

She moaned past the gag at the first penetration. A finger was pressed between her lower lips, sinking into her body and forcing her to feel the pleasure of its exploration. At first, they seemed to be curious but soon enough it was obviously just to make her moan and twitch. They moved back and forth laughing as the feeling forced her hips to grind against them in silent desperation. Her clit burned, a fiery red point in her mind. When someone finally found it, her whole body convulsed. More laughter followed, like a slap in the face.

Rebecca could say nothing through the plastic cock in her mouth. Her hands were chained to the ground behind her back and could not try to shield her dignity. She was forced to sit and endure as person after person trumped past, Each one had their private little torment, an indignity that they wanted to inflict. There were so many people that she eventually learned to differentiate by how they touched her. One was soft and gentle, another cold and harsh. One person took great delight in pinching her and making her jump. Another twisted her nipple until she hissed. One stranger focused on teasing her clit, their finger circling it again and again, coming closer each time as she bathed in dreaded anticipation. The coiling sense of inevitability made her wiggle with each near miss, her skin breaking out in goosebumps.

They never actually gave her the payoff. They strung her along, letting her needs build and build. Her clit burned for attention, and then just when she felt as if they were about to give her what she needed, they simply moved away and left her hanging!

Rebecca didn’t know how long it went on. She had no way to keep track of time. She was touched and prodded, fingers forced into her pussy. Her breasts groped and teased. Her breathing became faster, her senses stretched to the limit. Pleasure crashed against her mental barriers and her body strained to reach a climax. Was she going to cum here? In front of so many people? Please no! She braced herself, tried to resist. But each person pushed her further and further, stretching her to her very limit.

As if in answer to her final prayer, the last of the people finally seemed to pull away. She was left panting and dripping, but she had not cum. She’d done it, she had preserved at least some dignity.

Then, just as she rejoiced in her minor victory, someone took hold of the pink dildo that was lying before her and pressed it back into her pussy. They were rough, but after such a long time of being slowly pushed to the very edge, that roughness was exactly what her body needed to set it off. She threw her head back, her body writhed, someone laughed and she could feel the heat rising to her face.

Before many of them could catch on, it was over. Rebecca was in a dazed state. She’d just been pinned onto a stage, used by strangers and climaxed from it. Surely, it shouldn’t have felt that good?

But before she could make sense of it, the auction finally started.

She sat in silence as the bidding war raged. Men and women offered more money than she had ever known just for the chance to own her and her body. Under her mask, her face was burning red. The orgasm and the pleasure it brought her made her question everything. Beyond this, she was starting to realise what sort of new life she would have.

She would be the toy of some man or woman rich enough to buy her here. No longer a person but a thing to be used. To be punished, to be taught and moulded. She would be made to cum again and again, her body no longer her own.

Her heart raced, even the smallest sounds made her jump or squirm. The dildo in her pussy and the plug in her ass made her uncomfortable but the chains did not allow her to shift position. She was pinned out for easy viewing, her comfort mattered not at all.

After what seemed like forever, someone gripped her and undid the chains, pulling her to her feet. Their hands were cold and rough against her bare skin, and she found herself being marched away from the stage.

She had been bought. Legally, she was no longer a person now. She was property until such a time as her debt was paid and her master chose to release her. She staggered as the unseen person pushed her forward, to a new room and a new fate.

“You looked good out on that stage” the escort hissed at her. “All flustered and embarrassed and trying not to cum. But you did cum, didn’t you? A slut like you, how could you not? Well, you’d better get used to it because from now on you’ll be cumming a lot. I know who bought you and you’re going to have a very fun future indeed.”

Rebecca squirmed as the unseen man traced their fingers across her chest, spreading their hand over her right breast.

“It’s almost a pity you got bought so fast, I would have loved to have more time with you. Or see you sold at a public auction. That would have been fun.”

His fingers pressed between her legs and she had to struggle to keep walking. Her pussy throbbed with stimulation, the dildo still inserted and her stride crippled by the shackles around her ankles.

“If you think the things they did to you today were a lot, I would have loved to see your cute little face when they sold you in public. You would have been cumming on stage like a slut. I would have paid to see it.”

Before the man could go much further, they arrived. She heard a door open and she was pushed inside a new room. She stumbled a little, her chains clinking. Before she could try to orient herself, Rebecca felt the man’s hand on the back of her knee. With steady pressure, she was forced to bend over and extend her arms. As soon as she did, she felt something heavy and wooden lock around her throat.

She pulled back in a panic, but the wooden thing would not release her! It closed around her neck and her arms, binding them in place and locking her in an uncomfortable pose. She fought against it but quickly found that there was no way to escape.

The man reached out and pulled off her hood. She gulped greedily, drinking in the fresh air for the first time since she’d left her cell. Without her glasses, much of the room around her was a blur. It was dark and there was little to see.

The guard shot one last lingering look at her and her naked before turning to leave. Rebecca was alone with the silence and with her own thoughts. Her heart hammered, racing in her chest. Her blood pulsed.

She was being held by a set of wooden stocks. They were firm and polished, weighted near the base so that she could not knock them over. She pulled and tugged a few more times but without much hope of success. Indeed, she did not make any progress.

She was going to have to wait for her master.

‘’Master’’ The word sent tingles racing along her spine. A wave of heat flashed through her body, and she did not know whether that was good or bad.

She’d always known that slavery was legal, of course. It had been for a dozen years by now. She’d watched the slaves on TV, women mostly, and remembered thinking that she would never be in their place.

Now she was and she didn’t feel nearly so smug as she had then.

Someone owned her. She was property. Legally speaking, she still had some rights but not as many as she’d had before. Fluttering fingers of panic brushed against her spine with tiny, electrical flourishes. She tried to put the thought aside but she just kept coming back to her. Her master. Who would they be? What would they want her to do and what would they do to her in turn? They could not hurt her permanently or harm her in a way that wasn’t allowed by the slave contract she had signed.

What had she signed? What were the exact words? Why couldn’t she seem to remember the exact words? It was like she had intentionally avoided seeing them, but why would she ever do that?

The door opened again. The sound echoed in the empty room, making her breath catch in her throat. With her head stuck, she couldn’t turn to see them but she heard their approach. Their footsteps echoed. Slow and purposeful. Was it another guard? Somehow, she doubted that.

She could not speak. The cock-shaped gag was still wedged between her lips. But even if she could have, she wouldn’t have said a word. The silence was taut and tense, the gentle motion of the steps moved closer and closer, and Rebecca waited. For salvation? For damnation? Maybe the two were one and the same now.

Someone brought a ringing slap down against her rear! Rebecca bucked and cried, the pain washed through her body in a wave of stinging heat! The person slapped her again, and this time the impact radiated through her, making her legs shake and her chest jiggle. A low cry escaped from her gagged mouth. This seemed to satisfy the unknown stranger, for they did not strike her again. Instead, their fingers curled around the rim of the dildo. Rebecca’s eyes fluttered where they brushed her skin. Her legs trembled, feeling the toy being pulled clear of her body. It hit the floor at her feet, and she knew that her new owner was now examining her pussy up close. Fingers pressed into it, examining her and pushing against her folds. She tried not to moan but after everything that had happened to it, her pussy was very sensitive and even the smallest touch sent bolts of pleasure racing through her.

The man began to speak, continuing to tease her pussy with their fingers as they did. With each word, she felt him pushing them into her, penetrating her, making her squirm and writhe.

“My name is Chris,” His voice was firm and demanding. Resonant with power and authority that made her tingle. “As you probably guessed, I’m the one who owns you now. I bought you at the auction. A good thing for you too. Some of the people who wanted you I wouldn’t have trusted behind the wheel of a car much less with a slave.”

His fingers were teasing her swollen clit, enjoying the way her legs quaked and shook.

“You will refer to me as master or sir. You will not call me by my name unless doing so is a literal matter of life or death. Mine, yours, or someone else’s. If I permit you to use my name you may do so, but I will also make sure to specify when it is appropriate. Use outside of those times is going to result in punishment. Do you understand what your new life is going to be?”

Gagged as she was, Rebecca could not respond but Chris clearly expected some sort of reaction. His hand came down against her backside again, unleashing a wave of stinging heat.

“I also expect to be answered promptly. Nod or shake your head if you have to, but do not ignore me. Now do you understand?”

Rebecca’s heart hammered, she looked to the ground, and then strained to look towards Chris. She still couldn’t see him but he could see her. She nodded her head, silently surrendering to her situation.

“Good,” Chris said. His next touch was gentle, almost sweet. His hands curled around her. “I am sure you are in turmoil right now. I am sure you are desperately trying to figure out your new place. That’s normal for a new slave. You need to redefine yourself and redefine your world. It will take time, and help, but that is why I am here. I will help you. I will teach you and show you, and you will obey and learn.”

His hands moved to her legs, gripping and pulling apart her thighs. Rebecca gave a whine in the back of her throat, but could only try and support her weight as her legs moved further and further apart.

When Chris was happy with her new stance, he told her to hold it and reached across her back. She felt the gag being undone, the leather strap which held it to her mouth went lax and she gratefully let it hit the ground. She could speak again!

Then Rebecca felt something warm and hard press against the opening to her womanhood. It was a cock, and that knowledge filled her with a deep shame and lust.

“You know,” Chris spoke, “When I saw you up on that auction block I knew you were special. Do you know why?”

“N-no,” Rebecca said, only half focusing on his words. The rest of her mind was on the feeling of his shaft, of the implicit promise of penetration. She wanted him inside of her, her body strained, and desire roared through her mind. After being made to cum with that dildo, after being groped by that guard, being led naked to the auction, she wanted to be fucked with a frightening intensity.

“I’m not special at all,” She went on. “I’m just normal…”

“No you’re not,” Chris seemed to find what she had said funny. “But we will get to that later. In the meantime, let’s start your training. You’ve had boyfriends before, I take it?”

“Yes,” She closed her eyes.

“Have you ever done anything like this before?”

“B-bondage, you mean?”

“Let’s start with that, yes.”

“No. Never.”

“Interesting,” Chris said in a tone which was part disbelief, part fascination. She wanted to ask him why he seemed so surprised at that but her thoughts were confused and mixed. Swamped with lust, desire and fear.

He thrust forward slowly, his cock pressing aside her lower lips and sinking into her pussy inch by inch. The feeling made her toes curl with pleasure. Chris was half draped over her now, his hands were about her sides, holding her firm as he penetrated her. Rebecca was breathing more quickly, her sides shuddered. The feeling was good, having something warm and hard inside of her after everything felt sublime.

She’d never been fucked like this in her life. With her arms and head secured by the stocks, she couldn’t see Chris at all. She didn’t know what he looked like or what he was doing until she felt it. It forced her to rely on her other senses. On the feeling of his skin against hers, the motion of his hips as they moved back and forth, the moment of penetration and the smooth rhythm of his thrusting and her grinding. She was moaning now, her hips swayed with each thrust.

Chris moved faster, enjoying how her body responded to him. Her pussy clung to his shaft, and her legs shook and quaked. The sultry softness of her moans echoed through the room, and her mind was filled with thoughts of lust and desire. Chris’ powerful strokes made her heart flutter. Ecstasy danced and sparked with each moment of their coupling. He buried himself in her, his cock hard and long, the penetration made her gasp, and the wooden stocks locked her in place. Made her helpless, made her want. She was being fucked from behind and she didn’t even know anything about the guy doing it! As she gasped and moaned, Rebecca wondered what sort of woman would do that?

A slave would.

That was what she was now, and as pleasure pounded through her body, her legs pushing back against Chris’ powerful thrusts, she realised that she was enjoying this moment way more than she probably should have been. Her nerves sparked, and her skin tingled. Waves of heat and cold rushed across her body. She could feel how hard and how sensitive her nipples had become, and knew that if her hands had not been restrained, she would have been stroking and groping them even now.

Her body was on fire. It screamed for more, more, more! And Chris’ hands curled about her waist, his fingers fluttered over her pale skin. He plucked at her nipples suddenly and the rush of pleasure made her weak at the knees. He noticed her reaction and eagerly did it again, his thrusts tore moans from her throat and his fingers deftly made her heart flutter with pleasure. He stroked and caressed her chest, and rubbed his palms over the hardness of her nipples. Her cries grew ever deeper and more desperate, a climax roaring along her nerves and growing stronger by the moment.

Before she could reach it, Chris came inside of her. She felt his thrusts become frantic and fast, his cock buried itself in her body. When it felt as if it could go no deeper, it unleashed a flood of wetness and heat that flowed through her and made her shake.

He withdrew then, grabbing the dildo and pressing it against her pussy again. Rebecca shook her head. She was so close to cumming! She just wanted a few more moments!

“That’s for the ride home,” he said to her.

Before she even realised what she was doing, Rebecca blurted out a desperate request.

“Please let me cum, sir!”

As soon as she realised what she’d said, her face went red. Mortification flowed through her and she felt like she wanted to just sink into the floor. She felt a sudden need to make up for it.

“I didn’t mean to say that!” Those words died on her tongue before she could speak them. Chris’ steady gaze met her eyes, and she knew that any excuse she could make would be flimsy and insubstantial.

“You’ll cum,” He told her. “When the time is right. Until then, your place is to do as you are told.”

It was the first time she had seen him directly. Even without her glasses, she was able to pick him out. His appearance was distinctive.

He had dark brown hair with temples that had started to grey. He looked distinguished. Not distinguished in the nice, gentle way that a woman might say to an insecure and ageing man. No, Chris really did look striking. His eyes were hard, but not cold, his face was firm. His eyes were hazel and he wore glasses. He gazed at her face and she wondered what he was thinking. It was also the first time that he had seen her up close.

Did he like the look of his new slave?

His cock was still out and stiff. He took hold of it and guided it towards her face. Rebecca wanted to recoil but one look at his stern features convinced her it was a bad idea. Instead, she took a deep breath as his member was thrust between her lips. He pushed it in deep, and Rebecca gagged, feeling it fill her throat. She could taste herself on it, as well as his desire. It filled her mouth and made her feel strange and aroused.

She squirmed, his cock was larger than the plastic toy which had been used to silence her, and Chris enjoyed the feeling of her mouth and throat around it. He edged back and forth, making her gag and choke until at last, he came again. As her mouth was filled with his seed, Chris pulled out and ran a hand across her hair almost kindly.

“Welcome to the rest of your life.”

The door to the room was opened again but Rebecca couldn’t tear her gaze away from Chris’ face. The stocks were unlocked and she felt unfamiliar hands taking hold of her and forcing her into a standing position. Chris watched as something rough was shoved into her mouth and locked in place, it was a ring-gag. As Rebecca was escorted away, she felt the drool and Chris’ cum leaking from her mouth.

She was not taken far before vibrating clamps were connected to her nipples. The feeling rocked through her body, and the buzzing made her chest flare with stimulation and pleasure.

As her beleaguered body endured this new assault on its senses, Rebecca was steered towards a new room where there waited a large wooden box. It was taller than it was long, about the size of a person and had various sections of it away to reveal whatever would be within. That thing of course would be her. She was forced to step into the box and it was sealed up. As she had predicted, the gaps cut into it allowed her pussy and breasts to be freely touched and groped by anyone who felt the need, and there was also a small slit for her eyes to see out of. Chris was standing, watching as they sealed her up. He waved to her once and then left. Rebecca didn’t know what to feel.

She could now see only a tiny slit of the outside world. She could hear the murmuring of the clamps which clung to her chest, the soft vibration stirred through her body. The cold air brushed against her chest and pussy, reminding her that anyone and everyone could just reach in and touch her.

The box was lifted by several workers and she was taken outside to a large van. Inside, there were many more boxes just like hers. As they set her down, Rebecca saw that each box was also filled with a new slave. Women sat or stood in their boxes, their bodies exposed. Some of them wore toys like hers, and some had climaxed several times from them. The air was filled with soft moans and gasps, alluring cries of pleasure and relief.

The man slapped the side of her box once.

“You’ve been ordered,” He told her. “But it’ll take a bit to get around to delivering you. As you can see, we’re busy at the moment. Luckily, you’re not going to get too bored waiting.”

He moved away, Rebecca let out a soft cry, the clamps tugged at her nipples, and vibrations spread through her chest. She bit down against her lower lip, but it was no use and soon she was moaning as well, just one voice joining the chorus that was emanating from the back of the van.

Eventually, the van started to drive. Between bursts of orgasmic pleasure, Rebecca was haunted and aroused by Chris’ words to her.

Welcome to the rest of your life.

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