[Fiction] A New Society

[BucsFan]

yes, please do continue. now may be a good time to start the other point of veiws?? maybe?? i don't know. just ignore me..

but seriously. keep this up.

[Officelover]

After that meeting, I was automatically escorted by a Government Worker to the train. This would take me to the island city of Hedonia.

Now, I know that you’re all thinking, “What?! How does a train go to an island?” Well, first of all, you should know it’s impossible to get to Hedonia any other way. You can’t take a boat- there are constant volcanic burst that would blow your boat clear out of the water. You would go flying and then crash on the many jagged mountains. Not to mention the invisible bombs that were placed there in the war of 2498.

You could take a plane, right? Wrong. There are far too many jagged mountains, and a constant cloud of toxic vapor. Sulfuric acid. It could disintegrate the matter of the airplane itself. So, that’s a definite no.

The only way to reach Hedonia is by going underneath the lake, in a train reminiscent of the Chunnel, I think it was called. It was a spectacular architectural feat. It’s now one of the 42 Wonders of the World. But for all the complex twists and turns and trains and tunnels it took to get us to Hedonia, it was worth it. Hedonia is a beautiful, sunny, temperate city that reminds one of the Talian Countryside. That’s what they called it right? The Talian Countryside? Anyhow, it has lovely sand beaches (that within one half a mile of shoreline are safe), fields full of pleasure flowers, and every possible beautiful place from deserts to tundras to zingazoos (climates affected by falling Zort water, where natural-forming credit cards are born.)

But more importantly, it’s where all the government run Houses are. The train ride was to be long, it takes approximately two days. I hear the slaves had awful conditions for the ride up- I’m not sure, but I’d believe it. All I know is that I had a simply fabulous ride. There were 20 Houses to a train. There were 30 cars- 10 for the Slaves, and one for each of the Domines. I had my own, private car. Granted it was slightly small, but I had a shower, a chute for delicious food to come down (not to mention my pre-stocked drawer full of candies, sweets, fruits, sodas, glorps, and all sorts of delicious things), a TV with all sorts of games, shows, puzzles, and my favorite movies (like Breejlar the Derser, A Little Night CREEEEEEEEMBA, Moag Pryton’s Flying Circus, Xyyzstyzax, Frreaklks, and When Harry Met Sally), books, a connecting bridge so I could get to know some of the other Domines, and of course; porn.

I especially liked that last thing. I’ve liked porn since I turned 13 and got The Button. But now I could try out the method that Cock Doctor showed me. I awkwardly started. It was so much harder than pressing a button and having some mechanical machine deliver an orgasm for you. I fumbled with my penis, and after a grueling thirty minutes of unlubricated rubbing, finally I came. It felt so much better than the one or so minute masturbations the Button gave.

After two days of a nice trip, we got off at Trachney Station. The first thing that happened to me was not a native handing me a lei, nor was it anything remotely welcoming. It was, in fact, a gruff, militaristic man asking me in simple sentences, “Passport Please?”
I handed him the passport I was given. “John Truman?” He asked.

I replied meekly, “Uh… yeah…”

“And you’re a Domine?!” He spat. Literally.

“Uh, yes sir.”

“Hmm…” He didn’t seem to like me very much. “Well, carry on. Your baggage will be transported to your house, so there’s no need to get it. You’ll be heading to the Welcoming Department for the next six hours or so, and then you’ll get your car, your address, and you’re information booklet.”

“Uh… which way is the Welcoming department?” I asked, confused.

He sighed, and replied frustrated, “You see the sign over there that says “Welcoming Department?” It’s over there.”

“Thanks.” I said, sarcastically. After one of the most boring and unenthusiastic welcoming periods I’ve ever had in my life, which was basically going over the laws of Hedonia (e.g. no killing people, no stealing, no seriously abusing slaves, no gum-chewing, etc…) I got something exciting; the keys to my car.

It was a really nice, red sportscar. Every one of the Domines had been watched to see what type of car they wanted. I got the exact right one. It was awesome. And, so I drove to see my new house. I drove through the Main City region, past the beautiful beaches, through a country field, and into an area in the woods. Oh, this would be perfect. I liked to keep mostly to myself. I wouldn’t feel comfortable with people knowing that I had slaves. So, a secluded area like this was ideal.

I went inside. The refrigerator was full of food. It was a beautiful house; there were skylights, and Alpha Centurial panels (They can’t be solar panels, can they?). It was a dream house. There was a Master bedroom (an obvious pun) and, I noticed in the basement were Slaves Quarters. There was one room, and three different small, cramped beds. And one cage. And besides that, there was a Torture room, fully stocked, with sex toys, and whips, and chains, and rope, and fetish wear, and all imaginable equipment. But, best of all, on the kitchen table, there was an envelope with 1,000,000 Euheds (enough for five people to live very, very comfortably for a year).

There was also a notice that read,

“Dear John Truman,

You may pick up your slaves at any time within two months of your arrival. In order to pick them up, please come to 874 Feda Road.

Signed,

Alice A. Jennings,

Head of the Department of Slaves.”

[Dareme1]

Awesome story, I love how it's different and unique. I look forward to reading more.

[Trav90]

More,More! This is Excellent!

[Bangin]

Can't wait til the next parts... hurryyy! Lol

[Officelover]

Sorry for the wait! Thanks everyone for your great comments! After this part, I'll go into someone else point of view.

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So, I drove to go pick up my slaves. I took my shiny new car out for a spin into town. I followed the directions, and within a short period of 18 minutes, I was already at the Department of Slaves. I felt chills go through me- I was so excited. I had been waiting for eighteen years. I was so ready to get my slaves. I always had to clean my room, clean the house back at home; now I would have a slave to be my maid. I had wanted a slave to torture, to humiliate, to make my bitch for so long- now I was getting a Painslut. I had been kept in a chastity belt for eighteen years- now there was a slave just for me to fuck. And the dog would be nice too; I missed my old dog- Rasdusafiir.

As I sat in the car, just gathering my excitement, I thought about all the cruel things I would do. After a good ten minutes of fantasy, I checked back into reality (which was soon becoming a fantasy anyways.) I climbed out of the car, and hopped up the steps to the building.

“Shello!” Said a pleasant woman, inside.

“Shello, my name is John Truman."

"Ah, welcome! It's your first day here! Well, if you need any assistance never hesitate to simple call us up. We'd be glad to help. Oh, by the way I am Alice Jennings, the head of the Department."

"Oh, yeah, I heard about you." I lied.

"Well, I expect you are anxious to get your slaves."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Ma'am?"

"Ah- please."

"Hmm... okay. But first you must sign this form."

I looked it over and found there to be asolutely no fine print, which was good. I signed it. "Good," she said pleasantly, "right this way then."

I followed her to a cell. There was a removable sign that said "John Truman's Property: CONTENTS- 1 Houseslave (female), 1 Painslut (female), 1 Fuckslut (female), and 1 Canis (male). HANDLE WITH CARE." I looked inside to see four eighteen year olds. Three were naked women, their chastity belts stripped off. The other was a Canis, chastity belt still on.

She said, "We're shipping them to your house in fifteen minutes; just thought you'd like a look."

"Thank you." I said.

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It took forever to break my slaves. The Houseslave was pretty easy- Anna understood she was lucky not to have to be a Fuckslut, a Painslut, or a Canis. The Painslut wasn't too bad either, if only because I tortured her every day and punished her ruthlessly. The Fuckslut was very hard- she had gone from never having sex, and being taught to be a virginal goody-goody, to being a sex toy for me. I fucked her at least five times daily, and I loved it. But the Canis was hardest. It took about five yearsto make him fully into a dog.

In the fourth year, my Canis tried running away. And he succeeded- for a while. I put up "Lost Dog" posters, and eventually I got a notice from the Department of Slaves that said,

"Dear John Truman,

Your slave, MAX (Canis) was found yesterday by our police force. He was shipped to the Problem Slaves area. He should be returned to you in 4 months (estimated time).

In the meantime, here's five thousand euheds.

Have A Nice Day.

The Department of Slaves"

And, in four months and two weeks, Max was back. And broken. He acted completely like a dog, and never complained. I wondered what that Problem Slaves Area did to him.

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My daily life was one of pleasure. But I didn't spend all my time with my slaves. I woke up whenever I wanted to, usually at the 25th hour (there are 100 hours a day). My Houseslave would have made me a delicious breakfast of whatever I wanted (sometimes Parka Juice and Darkdarklam, sometimes a nice Wasdoy Omlette and a big cup of Freka. The possibilities were endless.) Then I would have her make food for the rest of the slaves- Max would have dog food, and sometimes some of my scraps; my Painslut would have whatever entertained me to see her eat, the same for my Fuckslut; and my Houseslave, Anna, would make whatever she wanted, so long as she also drank a glass of her piss.

After that I was off to my job. It lasted only an Earth hour every day, and it was writing (something I liked to do.) I'd often go into the Forest of Gangalagon and write poems and stories. Then I'd come back to the city, where I met in a Domine's club for an Earth hour or two. We discussed techniques about how to torture our slaves, and talk about problems, as we modeled on the owner of the club's slaves (who were extremely hot, almost as hot as mine.)

Then I would go home and try some of the techniques on my Painslut and on my Fuckslut.

Let me explain something. Usually, the Painslut is just for inflicting kinks, and the fuckslut is just for having sex with. In fact, there is a law that states a Domine can't be excessively kinky with his Fuckslut, and can't fuck his Painslut. But, there is a special licence that one can aqquire. One that enabled it's owner to use his fuckslut and painslut interchangeably- that is, torture the one you fuck and fuck the one you torture.

Anyways, I'd have about three Earth hours of that, and then there would be lunch, made by Anna. If it was a Friday, then after this we would have the Government Mandated Fucking Session.

A Fucking Session has a specific routine. It's one of the few things on Hedonia that is regularly regulated. Let's say that it's a man and all three of his Fuckable slaves (Houseslave, Painslut, Fuckslut) are female. First, he lays the three down on a bed. He ties their wrists and akles to Bedposts, so they are immovable. Then he ties the Canis to the door so he's forced to watch. Next the Domine fucks all the slaves, one by one, as the Canis (in his cock cage) watches in jealousy and dismay. This was done (without protection, unlike all other times) so that there'd be an equal chance for a child to be born Houseslave, Painslut, and Fuckslut.

If it wasn't a Friday, then I'd go paint, or study, or hang out with my friends, or go for a walk, or fuck.

After that, I'd excersize, and I'd go to various clubs (the basketball team, the chess team (chess was a cheer-leader sport), the fans of the Frocky Frorrer Fricture Frow club, etc...), and do other things.

Then I'd have dinner, torture my slaves, watch TV, and fuck.

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You might ask, did this get boring? No, it did not. There was plenty of excitement and meaning in my life. My slaves would often disobey. The law actually orders me to punish them ridiculously more than I should. So, I had fun with that. And often I would attend wild parties, or better yet host them myself. These were booze-fueled times to show off your slave.

I often took my three fuckable slaves, and made them display themselves for my guests. They'd expose their pussies, shake their asses, and let them see their boobs. But usually, I also ordered them to perform lesbian sex acts with eachother "onstage". Then, they'd spend the rest of the night either in perpetual torture machines (like a machine that made them cum every thirty seconds) or waitressing naked and humiliated. Sometimes, I'd order them to fuck my friends. Sometimes, when I could tell they were horny, I would forbid them from having sex.

Once, my fuckslut, Jess, had sex with someone at my party without my permission. I went to town on her. First I whipped her. Then I spanked her ass 2000 times. And then, finally, I led her naked to the top of the Gerts Building (the tallest building on Hedonia) and I let her drop in a suspension bondage stunt. She was fine, and hanging naked about a foot above ground. I put a sign next to her that said "I'm such a stupid slut, I cheated on my master. Use me however you want." I watched and saw people slap her ass, fuck her, even through garbage and shit at her. I left her there for two days, without food or water. Then, finally, I cut her down, and she never cheated on me again.

Cheating slaves aside, my life was still interesting, fresh, and new. Even with three women to fuck, I still wanted love. And I found it, with Ms. Valentine Smith, down the road. She was hot. She was kind. She was smart, funny, and wonderful. She was a strict mistress. And I loved her.

On the fourteenth of Gat, we were Combined. The combination ceremony was unceremonius, and not a ceremony at all. In fact, it was simply moving in. When we moved in, she had bore four babies- two with her Houseslave, one with her Painslut, and one with her Fuckslut.

Oh, incedentally, my slaves had four babies as well. My Houseslave had none, but my Fuckslut and Painslut each had two. But they'd been taken away long ago, nearly a year. By the end of our twenty two years in Hedonia, I had six children with my slaves, and Valentine had five (yet still looked great). And, when the houses were combined, the slaves were allowed to fuck each other (which they gladly did). They had a total of four children. And me and Valentine had one son, who we chose the name "Tom".

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Let me quickly describe my slaves:

My houseslave, Anna was a charming brunnette with spunk. She would often engage in friendly conversation with me. She was an excellent maid, and an ever better cook.

My painslut, Amy, was a blonde who I typically humiliated and degraded (I usually saved pain for punishment.) She was hot, and had a nice ass. She had very large breasts, which were commonly tortured.

My fuckslut, Jess, was a blonde as well, and even hotter than Amy.

My Canis, who I named Max, was a brown haired human that never once wore clothes, or spoke. I had him constantly gagged, except for when he was given his food. He was a great dog, except for that time he ran away.

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After twenty two years of fabulous fucking, masterful mastering, dreamlike dominance, and terrific torturing, I was forced to leave Hedonia. Valentine and I decided to leave together.

This meant, that as soon as the train passed a certain point (called Lover's point) we no longer were Combined, we were officially married. I was still deeply in love with her, and would be for the rest of my life (On Solinox, a mysterious force made marriage not the end of love, but it's beginning.)

I then worked in the government, as all Domines are forced to do. I could become a teacher, a doctor, a cock doctor, a pussy doctor (tempting, but no), a Department worker (desk job for the rest of my life? No thank you!), and a plethora of other opportunities. But I chose to become a wrter. I chronicled the system, and commented on it.

My life was good from then on. Maybe not as exciting. But I still had Valentine. Oh, and don't think we just went into a vanilla sex life. There were complimentary prostitutes at Government city (ex-fucksluts) whose life now was simply to be fucked by politians and pussy-doctors.

My life as a Domine has treated me well.

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Comments please!!!!!

[Night-1991]

It just keeps getting better and better. To me, it sounds like 'your' version of the Gor books. Was that an influence? or did you just come up with your own?

[youngscotsman]

i loved the concept , very original. hope it;l continue

[CollaredBlondie]

Tis good, I just have one question: why did he have to leave the island?

[Officelover]

Because he lost on survivor.

No, sorry I didn't explain this better. There are three stages in all their lives, and in each stage they live someplace different. Stage one is childhood- the first eighteen years of their life are spent as a normal child in Kindropolis. Then the next 22 (from age 18 to 40) are spent on the island of Hedonia, meant only for younger people. If there were more people on it than no one would run anything, parent the children, or sanitize telephones. Also, the island would soon be overcrowded. So, once you have turned fourty you move on to your next stage.

[Odiefrom]

When I first started reading this story, I found it rather unapealing; nothing in particular, just wasn't for me. I came back a few days later to it and saw the updates...AND AM COMPLETELY AMAZED!!! This has turned out to be great so far, I definitely look forward to the other point of views. Please keep up the good work and see this through to the end!

[BucsFan]

perfection. loved it. can't wait for the next ones.

[CollaredBlondie]

Originally Posted by Officelover

Because he lost on survivor.

No, sorry I didn't explain this better. There are three stages in all their lives, and in each stage they live someplace different. Stage one is childhood- the first eighteen years of their life are spent as a normal child in Kindropolis. Then the next 22 (from age 18 to 40) are spent on the island of Hedonia, meant only for younger people. If there were more people on it than no one would run anything, parent the children, or sanitize telephones. Also, the island would soon be overcrowded. So, once you have turned fourty you move on to your next stage.

Ooooh. It all makes sense now. Thanks! Also, I loved some of the foods and that you made up and now I really want to know what they are XD

[Officelover]

When I look back at all my fortune, I am thankful. You see, I could have been born a Fuckslut or a Painslut or even a Canis. But God shined his good grace on me, and said, "If my Hannah is going to be a Slave, at least she is going to be a Houseslave."

My Guardians, Robert and Alice Kennings, were simply fabulous people. When I lived in the great child-city of Kindropolis (populated by children, their guardians, and everyone else!) life was simply a bowl of cherries. It was far too easy. My beloved guardians spoiled me rotten; I was always given candy, and impressive gifts for my birthday (it was against the law for parents not to give presents on their children's birthday). I never had to do a lick of work, and I was, in my stupid laze, somewhat happy.

Not too many interesting things happened in my childhood. At least not too many interesting anecdotes to tell the Department of Slaves! Well... let me think. Hmm...

Well, when I was in the 16th grade (our school started from the first year we lived in Kindropolis, the second year, so it was called second grade) I had a boyfriend named Brad. We'd been together for 6 years now, since the tenth grade. It had recently become much more serious.

It was our sixth year anniversary, and we were home alone (parents trusted their children much more, as, you know, they had chastity belts on). I asked him what he wanted to do, thinking he'd want to watch TV, or play a game, or something. Instead, he said, "I want to have sex with you!"

Embarrassed, I said, "Brad! You can't be serious! You know that we can't have sex- that's what all the chastity belts are for."

He said, "Yeah, but, there's an equivalent."

"What do you mean, 'an equivalent'?" I asked.

"You have a button right?" He asked me.

I did have a button. I hear someone already explained to you the Button. Well, basically, it's a button that if pressed will cause electric stimulus to the genitals, that has the capacity to bring you to orgasm.

I said, "Yeah, but-"

He said, "All the kids in my class, they talk about a sex act they made up. It's called a Geeja."

"And what happens, in this Geeja?" I asked. All right, I was the tiniest bit curious.

"Well, first we'd kiss. Then we'd get naked, and on top of eachother. Then we press the button."

I thought to myself, "Well, it's the best I can do." I really did like Brad before tonight... I thought to myself, "After six years, I guess we at least deserve imitation sex. And tonight is a beautiful night."

So, he started kissing me. I kissed him back. He kissed me, I kissed him. It was like kissing tag. It was a passionate kiss, a Grety Kiss (much like Earth's French Kiss). I was gettign turned on, more and more by the minute. I took the button out of my pocket, and started stripping. So did he. I'm not going to lie to you- he was hot. But then again so was I. I had C cup breasts at the time, and a nice ass. Then, after we were both naked, he started to climb on top of me, and we both pressed our buttons.

Instantly, there was a burst of terror to our "romance". First we heard a high-pitched beeping sound. He didn't stop. Then it got louder and louder, and he stopped. He climbed off me, and we saw a light lit up on each of chastity belts. All of a sudden there was a whirring sound. To my horror, Brad started screaming.

"What is it, what is it?!"

"OW- FUCK! OH! It's noth- OOOOOOHH! It's delivering painful charges to my cock! Soon, I felt something in my pussy too. A massive electrical shock. It was torture.

What had happened was when the two belts got within two feet of each other, they started a system to stop the two from having sex. To make matters worse, something happened in each of our belts, once the charges stopped.

You see, my belt has a built in dildo, that has been in there since age thirteen, stretching out my pussy. When I pressed the button it turned to a vibrator. Now, slowly, it was coming out. I didn't realiz how long it had been. A foot of dildo came out.

Only then did I realize the purpose of this. Not only could I no longer masturbate, but now there would be a giant dildo sticking out of my pussy. I'd seen one other girl with this- when I was ten. So now, everyone who saw me would know I am a slut who tried fucking with a chastity belt on. If I wore a skirt it would be visible. And I could forget about wearing pants, unless I cut a hole in them.

So, when I turned eighteen, I hadn't came for two years.

Which sucked.

[Officelover]

The consequences of our night of failed sex were immense. Our parents came home right away, having gotten a message. "Hannah, what the fuck were you thinking?!" Asked my father.

"I... I'm sorry, Dad."

"You know it's against the law!"

"It was just an imitation."

"I know, but now you're in deep shit. You shouldn't have... you shouldn't have tried. Now, we have a big problem on our hands. At the end of the school year, the Government says that you're going to have to go to a Reforming Camp for three weeks."

"A reforming camp?!"

"You have no choice in this. You're going and that's final."

"But why? It's not like we did anything wrong!"

"We trusted you, Hannah! And you let us down."

That was the end of the matter. This was all turning out horribly. Do you know what it was like for me to go about school known as "The Slut". The slut that had tried having sex with a chastity belt on, and got her dildo dislodged to prove it. Do you know what it was like for boys and girls alike to stare at what was between your legs- to have a cock perpetually, visibly prodtruding from your pussy. Up until that moment, I'd never been more humiliated in my life.

Finally, after the school year ended, I was taken to the Reforming Camp. For some reason, I have no memory of it, apart from being alone in a dark room. Crying. I remember that... I think they taught me how to behave like a good little girl. I... I don't remember anything else.

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The day I turned eighteen I woke up early. I had all my stuff already packed, and I really didn't have to get up until nine o'clock Earth Time, but nonetheless, I woke up. And I walked around my neighborhood.

Part of me was glad to be leaving- glad to be far away from anyone who would call me a slut. Unfortunately, where I was headed everyone would call me a slut, but I didn't know that. After my second year with the dildo out, my friends came to accept it, and forgot about the incident. I was happy about that. By now, I was about to cry- thinking about leaving behind my friends, my Guardians.

If I had known where I was going I would have cried harder.

We drove to the Station. When I got out I was alarmed at how big it all was. There were so many people. So many fresh faces- so many people I didn't know. I couldn't see a single familiar person. It was all so overwhelming- I wouldn't see my Guardians, the people who'd raised me for the past seventeen years, ever again. It was horrifying- what would I do without them? I couldn't help it- I threw back my arms and cried on my Mom's shoulder.

She said, "Oh, don't cry, xasda!" (Xasda is the equivalent of honey or sweetie).

I hugged both of them goodbye, promised to write, and visit, and I headed into the station. Inside there was a conveyor belt. I daintily stepped on. In fact, I did everything daintily in those days. Moralitilty, decency, daintiness, and chastity had been hammered into me by society, "Ethics" class, and some sort of Reforming Camp.

The first "stop" had been a reception area. A mean woman asked me, "Name please?"

I said, "Hannah Kennings."

"Date of Birth?"

"December 31, 2510"

"Do you know your position?"

"Postion?"

"Right... here's your passport. Have a nice day."

Position, I wondered, were they, like, going to hand out jobs? I was so nervous.

The next stop was a woman. She said, "All right, love. You're going to strip naked for me, all right?"

"What?!" I asked.

"Come on, I haven't got all day. Do you want your chastity belt off or not?"

Honestly, I didn't know if I did or not. It had already caused me enough trouble as it was. I decided to strip. I daintily removed my shoes, daintily pulled off my shirt, my bra, my skirt, my panties.

"Oh my freaking God." I heard her say. "Honey, is your dildo out?"

"Uh..." There were blossoms on my cheeks. "Yes... yes... it- got stuck."

"You tried a Geeja with your boyfriend didn't you? Or a Frump with a girl?"

"Uh... it was a Geeja."

She laughed. "Well, hon, soon you'll be able to fuck all the guys you want."

"It wasn't like that! I was with this guy for-"

She interrupted,. "Hey, hey, hey! I don't care! I'm just saying."

Apparently, the process for getting a Dislodged Dildo out was much harder than the ordinary chastity belt. She had to spin the dildo around five times, and then put in a little key thing. Then she pushed it up all the way back up my cunt. It felt so wierd having something back up there. Then she said, "You know what, honey, we're just going to have a little bit of fun first. You'll have time."

She went over to her computer and said, "You know how you had that button? Well you probably know about the switches in the back that controlled pleasure. Well, there's a computer program that does the same thing- I've been waiting for a slut to test one of mine on."

She headed over to the computer, and pressed a button. All of a sudden my pussy was being squeezed, vibrated. The dildo was moving in and out. Then it stopped and span. And as it spun around it vibrated. It just kept going, the pleasure was so, so intense.

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