From Riches to Rags [mf] [kidnapping] [knife play] [humiliation] [degradation] [pain play] [anal play] [pony girl]

*Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and in no way condones acts of sexual assault or violence. All acts of sexual intercourse and play depicted in this story are preformed by consenting adults.*

# Act One – Asking For Trouble

One look at Christy and anyone would agree that she had it all. The perfect job as a business associate with an annual income that was more than enough to cover bills and personal expenses ten fold. A large house with several nannies and caretakers. A faithful and attractive husband who also earned his keep, bringing in just as much as her. And last but not least, her looks were the envy of every person around her. Women wanted to be her. Men wanted to fuck her. But despite all this, she still wanted more. She yearned for that promotion that would not only set her up for the rest of her life, but have more control over every person of the company. Something she took great pleasure in. It was no secret she looked down on anyone she didn’t think lived up to her idea of perfection, and that was practically everyone. So it was no surprise that she jumped at the chance when one of the executives called her for a meeting that would determine if she’d make the promotion and accelerate her career.

Christy’s mindset was completely focused on that meeting. Making sure the presentation on her laptop was perfect. Rehearsing her speech over and over again until every pitch had a purpose. Preparing herself with a multitude of potential questions and answers. She was so distracted, she didn’t even pay her husband any attention. Though he didn’t mind, sexual frustration slowly built up inside her. A need she had to suppress as she focused on her work. However, in her desperation to make everything impeccable, she neglected to book a flight at a reasonable date and was forced to book at the very last second.

The day Christy had to fly out, her luck continued to dissipate. When she arrived at the airport, she was furious to find out that the flight had been delayed due to inclement weather. Having no other choice, she rented a car and started her journey of driving five whole states over to her meeting. Driving as fast as possible and ignoring vital stops all in the effort to make it on time. Only when her gas was pushing the limit of empty did Christy decide to pull into a gas station. Only this gas station was in a small town in the middle nowhere as she coasted to a stop that very morning. She was met with more complications when the gas attendant told her the pumps were empty and would not refilled until the afternoon.

Setback after setback and Christy finally had enough. She exploded letting the gas attendant know she’d be late for a meeting that was going to happen in the afternoon. Berating the man’s looks, body, and lifestyle. Making sure to let him know just how inferior he was to her as she lived in a luxurious house while he lived in some dirt poor town. Making a show for any locals that happened to walk into or by the gas station. Even going as far as yelling at the Sheriff for trying to calm her down. Despite her tantrum, she was powerless of the situation and had to wait for hours until the truck came along and deposited the gas at a snail’s pace. Once finished, Christy fueled up and drove out of that town as quickly as possible, only for her day to become the worst it’s ever been as her front tire popped and she came to a screeching halt just outside of the town.

Christy felt like she could cry, but a sense of relief washed over her when her boss called her shortly after her incident. Letting her know that some other executives won’t be able to make it today and that the meeting had been postponed to the next day. Instantly feeling that weight off her shoulders, but now she had a new problem. She had to get her tire fixed and fast. She had no choice but to walk back to the gas station in her stiletto heels and ask for the gas attendant’s help. It was a painful journey, but she managed to make it. Only to see the look on the man’s face who wasn’t too thrilled to see her again. After explaining the situation and begging the man for help, he reluctantly agreed to drive her out there with his tow truck. The ride over was awkwardly quiet. Christy was now calming down and feeling a sense of regret for the first time in her life. Seeing this man helping her, she tried to make amends.

“I’m sorry for being so uptight earlier. I’m under a lot of stress with my job. A lot of bad things stacked one after the other.”

“Everyone has bad days ma’am. Didn’t give you the right to be so cruel.” As he stared down the road.

“Again I’m so sorry. Is there any place in town I can stay at? A motel? I didn’t see an-“

“No hotels. No BNB’s either.”

“Oh. I suppose I can sleep in my car.” Using her feminine charm to act and sound as sad as possible.

“*SIGH* I’ll tell you what. I’ve got a shop at my place. I can get your tire fixed by morning. And I have a guest bedroom you can sleep in.”

“Oh I don’t mean to impose. What will your wife think?”

“She won’t mind. She’s real friendly to strangers. Look. What you said. I’m willing to let bygones be bygones and let it be water under the bridge. Just pay me for my services and you’ll be on your way.”

For a person like Christy. Old habits die hard. Her sense of superiority returned to the forefront of her mind and she was not willing to pay the man who held her up regardless of facts. She devised a plan quickly inside her head, unknowing that it would seal her fate.

“Oh? I’m sorry, but it seems I’m all out of money.” Acting as innocent as possible to this obvious lie as she checked her purse.

“You wouldn’t happen to take card would you?” Knowing full well that the town had no commodities such as card reader.

The man clearly looked irritated and let out one more disgruntled sigh. “You know what. It’s on the house. Mama still raised me to help those in need.”

“Really? Thank you so much! I’ll make it all up to you I promise. After my meeting, I’ll come back and repay the debt!” Knowing full well in the back of her mind that she never planned on returning to what she considered a shit hole of a town.

“I’m sure.” There was certain tone to the man’s voice that Christy couldn’t pin down. It felt like an early warning system for her, but the combination of the meeting on her mind and ‘outsmarting’ the gas attendant was too strong of a distraction for her to listen to it. Focused solely on her future.

They arrived at the attendants farm. Secluded from the rest of the town where there was a large barn near the house for his horses and another large shed that housed his workshop. The man was kind enough to carry Christy’s suitcase into the house. He even let her know the door is unlocked. That they’re friendly like that. And yet Christy couldn’t shake the feeling that the man walking behind her was staring at the body within her tight skirt and dress suit. It made her feel disgusted and all the more anxious to get out of this town as quickly as possible. But she bared with it. It was only for a night she thought, and she’d never have to see this man again.

The house was more modern looking than its outward appearance would lead you to believe. Very clean. Very bright. Christy almost regretted that she judged the man who looked like a slob would own a studio looking apartment. The man lead her upstairs and into the guest bedroom she’d be staying at, dropped off her bags and left her in peace.

“The car should be ready when you wake up.”

“Thank you again!”

Christy closed the door and locked it behind her. She was so tired that she laid on the bed, still wearing her dress suit and skirt, thinking to herself that she’ll change tomorrow morning. That night, Christy slept more soundly than any night before. Unbeknownst to her what was actually happening.

#
Act Two – The Preparation

The first thing Christy could comprehend when she woke up the next morning was the sound of horses and the smell of fire. Next was the stinging sensation on her shoulders and wrists. When her vision finally came to, she realized she was inside one of the stables of the barn. Her wrists were bound together over her head in leather cuffs, the chain connected to them resting on a metal bar that went across the stable. And right in front of her was the gas station attendant, throwing her clothes from the suitcase into a metal bin, setting it all ablaze.

“Did you enjoy your rest? Borrowed some anesthesia from the local doctor. Pumped it into your room while you slept. Me and the doc are close friends. Hell, most of this town is a tight knit community.”

Panic began to envelope Christy as she thrashed and screamed for help, only causing further pain to her shoulders. The man was calm and unresponsive as when he was driving her over here, still tossing shirts and skirts into the fire. Eventually, Christy got too tired to do any thrashing or screaming as she hung from her restraints. Sweating and breathing heavily. Realizing that no one would hear her all the way out here. That’s when he talked again.

“I know people like you. You think working in some office building is hard work. You think yourself better than everyone else. You don’t know the meaning of true labor. Fate just happened to bring you to my doorstep. And who am I to decline what fate was meant to be.”

“Sir, just think about this. They’ll come looking for me. What would your wife think about this? What would your mother think?“

“Two things you dumb cunt. Mama raised me to take care of others. I will be taking care of you. Don’t you worry about that. Second. I ain’t got no wife. That is. Until now. You’re going to become my little work horse. My loyal house wife.” He got close to Christy, laying his hands on her body, feeling her up. “First things first. Horses don’t need no clothes.”

The man leaned down and took off Christy’s heels, tossing them into the fire. Without them, she was forced to balance herself on her toes to prevent the sting of her dilemma increasing. He unzipped her tight skirt and pulled it down her legs, revealing her lace panties and stockings. Christy had no more fight in her as he pulled the stockings down her now glimmering legs. As he did, he brushed his hand down her thighs, feeling her bare skin. She felt disgusted and tried to jerk away, but a fruitless attempt in the end. The next thing he pulled down were her panties. Her pussy finally exposed.

The man tore open Christy’s dress shirt. The buttons flying all over the place as he pulled out a large hunting knife to slice it off her body.

“Don’t move now. Wouldn’t want to miss.”

Christy was frozen solid in fear as the man used the knife to cut the dress shirt off her body. She felt the hardened steel tip of the blade press against her skin ever so slightly, feeling as if she got cut. One final precise cut and it was all to easy for the man to rip the fabric off of her body. Making her whine as she felt the material scrap against her skin so forcefully. Leaving only her bra that he could easily cut off with three simple cuts. Everything that was on Christy’s body now burning in a metal bin. Naked as the day she was born.

Christy’s vulnerable state wouldn’t last long as her captor had something new for her to wear. An assortment of leather and latex. The first thing he forcefully slipped onto Christy’s body were latex assless chaps. Something she had only heard about from her more kinky friends and something she’d never thought of wearing. The man made sure to admire Christy’s ass once they were on. It emphasized her lusciousness. He grabbed at them, lifted them and spread them to watch them jiggle back down into place. Giving them a good smack, causing her to flinch from pain. Christy never felt so embarrassed and humiliated in her entire life, feeling as if she was this man’s personal play thing as he did whatever he wanted to her body.

The next thing he grabbed for Christy to wear were her new heels. She finally realized what he meant when he said new work horse. The bottom of the heels were shaped like hooves. She could feel how tight they were as he pulled each one up her foot, forcing her foot to curl down. These were much taller than her stilettos, but without a heel, all she had to balance herself were the horseshoe-shaped bottoms. Her only solace in that moment was feeling the pressure on her shoulders releived.

He wrapped a leather strap around her waist with two leather cuffs attached to each side before he moved onto his next item. A leather hood that would cover most of Christy’s face, leaving her nose, mouth, and eyes exposed, with an additional hole just behind the head. Christy turned her head in defiance, resisting as much as she could.

“No. No. Fuck you! Let me go!”

“Hey. Hey! HEY!” His voice getting louder and more aggressive as he angrily shoved two fingers knuckle deep into Christy’s pussy, grasping it in a fist. Christy let out a combination of a painful scream and lustful moan. “You know the thing about wild horses. Is that you gotta break them in to be loyal. And we’re going to get you there. Now stop fucking moving or I’ll make you regret every second of it.”

Christy could feel her entire body trembling with fear. She finally complied and allowed him to slip on the leather hood. Her hair pulled through the hole in the back to give her a makeshift ponytail look. He zipped up the hood and secured it with a posture collar that prevented Christy from looking any direction. The final pieces to Christy’s new head dress was a gag she’d seen policemen use on their horses and little plastic blinders as well. He really was going all out with this work horse look. All this and Christy couldn’t let go of the thought in the back of her mind. Her pussy quivering with pleasure when he grabbed it so forcefully.

The man finally undid Christy’s bound wrists as he held onto her next garment. She used this opportunity to knee his balls and make a run for it. But she didn’t make it more than five feet before she tripped on her horse hoof heels and landed hard in the hay covered ground. The man walked up to Christy in a rage, pulled her up by her new ponytail.

“That’s gonna cost you big time you insignificant little cunt!”

The man kicked Christy’s stomach, sending her into a painful fetal position as she tied to comfort herself and not throw up. He returned shortly to finish what he had started. He forced her arms through a latex top that didn’t have a back and a window for her breasts to pop out of. The next thing he made her wear we’re leather mittens with horse hooves on the end of them to complete the look. The mittens forced Christy to ball her hand up in a fist, preventing her from using her fingers at all. He moved her wrists right to the restraints connected to her waist, tightening and locking them in place.

“Now let’s try this again.”

The man grabbed at Christy’s ponytail and lifted her up to her feet, ignoring her cries and pleas for mercy through her bite gag. He brought her back into the stable she woke up in and tied her hair onto the bar above her. Christy could feel the pain of her hair getting pulled by gravity. One misstep and she’d be feeling more than that so she focused all her efforts on keeping her balance with these hoof heels.

“Now a good work horse needs some tassels. Make you look presentable.”

The first thing that came to Christy’s mind as he groped her breasts and ran his thumb over her nipples were those coverings she’d only seen in movies at strip clubs. But she was about to find out that this man had something darker in mind. The man took out a little box that was clear to Christy was a piercing kit.

The man licked his fingers and began to rub Christy’s clit and pussy, running his hand up and down and going in fast circles over her clit. She struggled to hold back her natural moans, even more so when he shoved his fingers back inside knuckle deep, massaging her insides and g spot. She knew what he was doing. Preparing her for her new rings that would hold her tassels. The coup de grâce was when he began to suck and lick at her nipples as he fingered her insides. There was no fighting it anymore. This man was playing her body like a fiddle. Her nipples were prime for piercing.

He took the forceps and clamped down at her nipple. “Definitely best not to move my little whore. Unless you want me to fuck up.”

Christy’s eyes widened. She begged one last time for him to stop through her gag. That he could still let her go and make things right. But there was no reasoning with this man. She screamed and bit down on her gag as she felt her nipple get pierced and a metal ring with a tassel filling that gap.

“Now doesn’t that look great on you?” As he played with her new tassel piercing.

He wasted no time prepping her for her other piercing. Even after all this pain and humiliation, Christy was still moaning hard as he fingered her pussy and sucked her nipple. Another needle. Another scream. Christy thought in that moment about how she could have been driving at this point. Checking in to her hotel in anticipation for her meeting. Then she thought about her husband. About what would he think if he saw her like this. An idea that stirred something inside her and didn’t help her mental fortitude whatsoever. It betrayed her as her pussy got warmer and warmer. Crying out for more pleasure. More…pain. But all she could do now was cry as she stood in that barn with her new outfit and piercings. Watch as the man took a step back and admired the work that stood before him.

#
Act Three – Round and Round

He finally undid her hair from the bar, clipping a chain leash to her bite gag. “Come along now little horsey.”

Christy was surprised at how gentle he was pulling. She wanted to resist but her still stinging nipples and throbbing stomach reminded her quickly just how capable this man truly was. She had no choice and took her first actual steps in her new heels. It was awkward, but the man allowed her to take her time and figure it out. Bending her knees a little bit gave her more stability but she could already feel her calves and thighs burning. She’d never done any kind of strenuous exercise like this before.

“That’s it. You’ve got it.”

He started to pull a little harder, now truly guiding Christy like a little pony. As they walked out of the barn, the bright light nearby blinded her. With no clouds in the sky, she could already feel herself start to sweat with all the leather and latex on her body, on top of working her muscles in this awkward position.

As they walked around the front of the house, Christy could see that the man more than handled her tire problem. Her rental was suspended in the air. Tires and engine completely stripped bare. It was in that moment that Christy realized she never told her boss where she was or that she was even stranded. The thought had slipped her mind when he called. Focusing more on her career than her own safety. A career that was starting to feel more and more foolish as time went on. Christy could feel her whole world falling apart, making her stomach uneasy. The odds of anyone finding her here dropping tremendously.

When they rounded the corner of the house, Christy could tell where he was leading her to. A tall metal carousel used for horses. He placed her right underneath one of the bars that had a set of clips and straps dangling off the end.

“This is where I train my new horses. Also gives them some good exercise in. This is where you’ll be spending most of your time.”

The man rigged Christy up to the carousel. He left momentarily to the house. A moment that felt like an eternity as Christy felt the heat of the sun crash onto her body. Feeling the sweat drip down her bare breasts and between her legs. Trying so desperately to escape the clips that held her to the carousel. It was almost relieving to see the man return, even if it wasn’t for the best. He held a metal hook that had a ball on the end. Something Christy had never seen before. He tied the hook to the rig as well and Christy found out the hard way what the ball end was for as he pressed it against her ass. She winced and tightened up, never having done anything anal before.

“Relax slut. Or it’ll only be worse for you.”

Christy tried her best but it was still one of the most painful experiences of her life, and it was the same day her tits got pierced. It was only a matter of time before the ball passed the point of no return as her ass pulled it all in, and in that moment Christy let out a painful moan followed with whining. Drool dripping down her chin and onto her exposed breasts as she breathed harshly.

The man walked over to the center of the carousel and opened a little hatch.

“I’ll put you on the lowest setting. I’d advise not slowing down.”

He pressed a button and Christy could immediately feel the hook in her ass starting to pull up. It was so painful she had no choice but to move forward on the designated path of the circle. All while whimpering and yelping every time she was going too slow and the hook pulled up at her again.

“I’ll be back when I’m done taking care of your car.”

And like that the man walked away to his shed and left Christy to walk endlessly in circles. She could feel the heat of the sun baring down on her. Her nipples getting more and more sore as her tassel rings bounced up and down. She was sweating a storm underneath her leather and latex. Every time she walked a certain arc within the circle, she saw her car slowly get dismantled by the man. Piece by piece. Melting all the metal in a furnace and storing away what couldn’t be burned.

It was late in the day. Late enough that Christy could tell that right about now her boss will be wondering why she wasn’t showing up. Sure enough she heard her cell phone in the distance ringing. It was resting on some sort of bench. Christy was making another lap just in time to see the man toss her phone into the metal bin with everything else. Her ringtone distorting until it stopped as the device burned and melted away.

Just when Christy thought she couldn’t take it anymore, after having dragged her feet a couple of times and just barely catching herself. The man returned and turned off the carousel. He approached Christy and removed her straps and pulled the anal hook out of her ass. A sensation that was just as painful as when he pushed it in. Giving a sigh of relief as the metal ball left her body. Only to whine realizing her ass was twitching from being stretched and filled for so long.

“You did well. We’ll have to work on your form though. Good horses keep their knees up when they walk.”

Christy thought she’d finally receive a modicum of mercy when he took her off the carousel and finally give her some water and food after being deprived of both all day. She was partially right and wrong. He slapped her ass so hard she nearly fell over and left a hand print burning on her cheek, leading her towards a wooden fence with other horses nearby drinking out of a metal trough. Christy panicked internally, thinking there was no way this man was going to make her do what she thought he was going to make her do.

“You’ll be drinking out of this whenever you’re done working.”

To Christy’s moderate surprise he pulled off a lip to a smaller trough next to the horses’ one. Something a little more akin to her size.

“I don’t need my show winning horse getting sick. Drink up.”

Christy felt the complete dehumanization this man was putting her in. The humiliation. He hadn’t even removed the bite gag from her mouth so that she may properly drink. Still. She was exhausted, feeling ready to pass out, and the water looked as clean as from a glass. She nervously approached the small trough right next to the horses, leaned over and started sucking in water. After a while, she didn’t even mind that the horses were right next to her. Shitting on the ground. The foul smell of the farm invading her nostrils.

But even this moment of levity was ruined when she felt the man’s hands grab her ass cheeks. He started playing with her cheeks like he did in the stable. She couldn’t even turn her head to look with the posture collar on her.

“If you want to keep drinking. You’ll be a good little horsey.”

The man got on his knees and started to lick and suck at Christy’s sweaty pussy, and even lick at her ass. She felt disgusted but the will to survive and need of water overcame her and she allowed him to do as he pleased. She gulped down the refreshing drink as she felt this man’s tongue enter her pussy and lick her insides. Even after walking in circles all day, her nipples burning, her skin surely burned, she was still turned on by this man’s barbarity. Uncaring that she hadn’t taken a shower in two days. Most notably, she was impressed by this man’s cunnilingus skills. Moving it in all the right spots that even her husband couldn’t get and would always need guidance.

“You’re pretty wet down here. Perhaps you enjoy being a little horse girl. Perhaps working in an office wasn’t your purpose in life.”

“Nuh uh.” Was all Christy could muster out behind her gag before she let out a bellowing moan.

“No? Well then, let’s see what your little friend here thinks of my friend.”

The man grabbed at Christy’s waist restraint and ponytail and finally felt what she had been dreading since she woke up in that dreaded stable as this man began to slip his cock into her pussy. All she can go off of was what she felt since she couldn’t turn and see anything. And what she felt was a well endowed man stretching her small and tight cunt to its limits.

Christy felt herself tighten up as this man thrusted back and forth inside her. All those days of focusing on her meeting. Ignoring her husband and building sexual frustration had finally caught up with her. Her body fully accepted the pleasure despite all the other sensations she had been experiencing. Her nipples aroused even after the piercing, even after they were still stinging from the pain as they rocked back and forth. She didn’t even try to hold back her moans as they mixed with the sound of her slapping ass cheeks.

The man’s endurance was like no other, even after working all day dismantling her car. Surpassing her husband easily as time progressed minute by minute. Christy was getting more and more wet as her pussy gripped at his cock, almost wanting to pulling it back in as he thrusted back out. The man said nothing but there was no doubt in her mind that he knew how turned on she was. How much she was enjoying it as he smacked her ass hard with his hand.

Christy couldn’t take it anymore as she cam for the first time in a long time. Her cunt squeezing at his cock, body shaking, a sweaty mess. At the same time he cam deep inside her pussy, feeling his warm cum filling up her insides and spilling out onto the ground when he pulled out.

“Good little horsey.” As he tapped the top of Christy’s ass.

#
Act Four – Ramifications

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Christy had been moved back into the barn just as the sun was getting closer and closer to the horizon. Inside, she squirmed and whine as her body was restrained inside a metal frame box, keeping her on her hands and knees. She looked around as best she could but all she could determine was that she was in some sort of wash rack area for the horses. Something that wouldn’t worry her too much, if it wasn’t for the heat nearby. Her bare ass getting warmer and hotter from some sort of fire she couldn’t see behind her. Then she heard the footsteps of the man hit the tile floor as he walked up behind her.

“You like the box? I made it just for you while you were doing your laps.”

Christy would look up, but the collar still prevented such a simple action. She knew he was circling her. She could hear his footsteps on the tile ground and see them whenever he walked in front of her. She could also feel heat nearby getting hotter and the sound of charring wood as the man poked at the burning logs.

“You know when I said you’d pay for kicking me horsey?”

Christy almost forgot about that, she thought she paid for it when he pierced her tits. Now fear was beginning to build up as something much worse must be in store for her. And she had a hunch it had something to do with that heat. Something she’d only seen in movies. Her heart was racing just thinking about the pain.

Christy’s suspicions were confirmed when the man brought the hot iron rod near her face. She wanted so desperately to turn her head and keep away from it, but all she could do was squirm within her restraining cage and whimper out her bite gag.

“Since you’re my horse now. I’ve got to mark you down as my property. Right on that juicy ass of yours. Don’t worry. I’ve done this a million times. It’s going to look perfect on you.”

Christy breathed hard and fast as the man walked around to brand her ass. She felt the heat near the surface of her skin and prepared for the worst when all of a sudden there was a knock at the front of the barn.

“I know you’re in here! Your car and truck are still here.”

“Fuck me.”

Christy felt the heat dissipate as the man walked away, tossing the rod back into the fire pit. The voice sounded familiar but she couldn’t put her finger on it. That is until the man spoke after opening the front door.

“Hello Sheriff. What brings you here?”

The sheriff! Christy finally felt hope again. She thought back to when she arrived in town the day before. She was rude to everyone, including the sheriff, but surely he would do the right thing and get her out of this nightmare. She began to thrash and make as much noise as possible.

“We got a missing persons report from some hot shot…what was that?”

“Oh nothing. Just a personal hobby thing I’m doing.”

“Then you won’t mind if I take a look.”

“Actually it’s not finished yet, and I would really like to, you know, finish it before showing it off…”

“I insist. What are old friends for. I could give you some constructive criticism.”

This was it. Christy could hear him getting closer until he finally rounded the corner and he saw her in all her depraved glory. Time stood still for a second as the silence set in. She thought in this moment how the man would attack the Sheriff to keep him silent or that the Sheriff would quickly pull a gun out and demand to know what was happening. How this would all turn into chaos. Instead of hearing how the man would be under arrest, or even witness an attack, she heard the worst thing possible.

“Your horse is missing a tail. See to it that that’s fixed.”

“I’m so embarrassed. Will do as soon as possible sheriff.”

And like that. Christy’s only hope crumbled into pieces as the sheriff walked away with the man, the two laughing it up and talking about a barbecue the next weekend. A moment that was quickly ended when the man returned, grabbed the hot iron that had been laying in the fire pit getting hotter, pressing and rolling it onto her ass cheek. Her screams surely ignored by the sheriff who had opened his cruiser door and smiled at the direction of the barn. Getting inside and answering the radio.

“Julie. Please let the gentlemen know that no one in town has seen this Christy girl. Okay?”

“Yes Sheriff.”

“Thank you doll.”
As he turned off his cruiser lights and drove back into town.

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