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Doggie Style: A Classic of 1960's Erotica [MultiFormat]
eBook by Anonymous

eBook Category: Erotica/BDSM Erotica
eBook Description: Forget Human Ponies! He had his own idea! She was his captive and he had a dog bowl and a collar waiting for her. A graphic, 1960s classic of a woman shamed in bondage by the worst elements of manhood in one dominating man.

eBook Publisher: Renaissance E Books/Sizzler Editions
Fictionwise Release Date: December 2008


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CHAPTER ONE

"Oh, not that!"

Janice twisted her pretty face aside as Jim tried to slip the big gag between her lips.

"Take it," he commanded sternly.

"I can't, Jim. Please don't make me wear that horrible thing too," the young woman pleaded.

"It's part of the costume, Slave. Now open your mouth or I'll make you take it," Jim demanded again. His voice was hard and cold. He was already playing his part. Playing it altogether too well, Janice thought.

She tightened her jaws for a moment as she glared at the young man.

"Damn you," she whispered.

Jim lifted the big black rubber ball to Jan's sexy lips. He pressed it against them, and Jan suddenly grabbed it out of his hand.

"I'll do it, you creep," she said sullenly. She held the hard rubber ball gag in her delicate hand for a long moment, turning it over and over, touching the thong that would tie it behind her neck to hold the huge ball in place between her teeth.

She sighed and shook her head.

"I sure hope you don't let this get out of hand, Jim," she said seriously, looking at him.

Ever since they had purchased their costumes, Jim had been playing the part of Master to the hilt. His whole attitude had suddenly changed.

And honestly, Jan had to admit that wearing this skimpy little costume did make her feel submissive and demure, small and helpless. And it wasn't the worst feeling she'd ever had, either. She was just worried that Jim might want to carry this game a little further than she did.

She took a deep breath. Well, she thought, I'd better start trusting him, if he's going to be my husband.

Jim glanced at her. He smiled, but it wasn't his usual smile. This was a harsher, less humorous smile, like the strained smile of the guilty.

"Jim?"

"Just put it in your mouth, will you?"

"Promise you won't hurt me?"

"Hurt you? Why would I hurt you, honey?"

Jan shrugged. Why would he, after all? He loved her. She loved him. He'd never hurt her in the months they had been going together. Well, almost never. And even when he did hurt her, it was out of love and an attempt to make sex a little more exciting for her and him.

"Well, would you promise me one thing, then?"

"What?"

Jan winced at the tone of his voice. He was getting annoyed with her questioning and hesitating.

"Promise me you won't let anyone take off my mask?"

Jim snorted. "Sure, honey. I promise."

Jan licked her lips. She wasn't convinced. But she cleared her throat, swallowed one last time, and opened her mouth. She parted her lips and pressed the foul-tasting rubber ball against her upper teeth, forcing the bulk of the hard sphere up to the roof of her mouth, behind her teeth. She worked her jaws and forced the big ball behind her lower teeth, too. God, it was so fucking huge!

She breathed through her nose, testing the ease with which she could breathe this way. It seemed to be OK, but her jaws were stretched so wide that they hurt. She didn't know how long she could keep the gag in her mouth, if it got any worse.

Her lips were stretched taut over the front of the ball. The thin but strong thongs dangled down from the corners of her mouth. Jan took them in each hand and brought the loose ends around behind her neck, brushing her long blonde hair out of the way so she could knot the thong under her hair.

She tied it firmly but not too tightly.

She groaned and looked at Jim, so he could see she'd done her job as he'd told her to. He was staring at the highway, his hands clenching the steering wheel tightly. Jan nudged his arm and he glanced at her quickly.

His eyes went wide, and he nodded.

"Damn, honey. You look so fucking sexy like that, I could stop this car right here on the highway."

Jan felt a lot better at that little outburst. That was her Jim, suddenly enthusiastic over her sexiness.

Maybe it would all work out.

She sat there quietly, working her jaws to ease the strain of the gagging ball. Thank God it was only a few more miles to the party.

She was dressed in a very sexy little French maid outfit. It was black and white, and it set off her lovely long hair to perfection. Jan didn't mind the maid part of the costume. In fact, she responded to putting it on with a trickle of cunt juice.

She knew her long legs looked good in the black stockings. And the short skirt that left part of her creamy thighs bare was the sexiest thing she'd worn in a long time, and she knew it. She loved the skirt and black stockings, and the way Jim could see the garter straps pulled taut over the bare flesh of her thighs. The panties covered her adequately, though she would have preferred them to be a little bit better fitting. They were so damned tight that her cunt mound seemed to be five times its normal size.

dn't really matter, anyway.

Her jaws seemed to throb around the rubber ball.

It had been Jim's idea to add the bondage gear to the basic French maid costume, and to go as Master and Slave to the party. He had convinced her it would be harmless, since the party was a Halloween masked ball, and nobody would be taking off their masks until after midnight. He had promised to have her out of there long before then, and it had been the gleam in his eyes that had finally convinced her to go ahead with it.

Jan was already wearing the dog collar they had bought at the pet shop. She knew the chain was in the glove compartment. She quivered slightly at the thought of walking into the crowded room on her hands and knees, especially dressed in this short little nothing of a skirt, and with her neck in a dog collar, and with Jim holding onto the chain as though he was taking a pet dog for a stroll.

But her quiver was partly one of excitement, too. She felt her cunt lips loosening slightly, growing wetter and wetter as they drove along.

The dog collar was far too tight around her slim neck. She had complained when Jim forced it tight an extra notch, pulling it so tight for a moment that she actually saw stars.

She was aware of her every swallow.

"Get the cuffs out of the glove compartment. We're almost there," Jim told her.

Jan leaned forward and opened the small compartment. She moved the dog chain aside and pulled out the two pairs of steel handcuffs Jim had bought the day before.

"Put them on."

Jan bent far forward and slipped one cuff around her right ankle, clicking the steel shut around her flesh. She repeated this action with the other cuff around her left ankle.

They were locked on now, until Jim decided to free her. He had the only key in his pocket.

She slipped one steel cuff around her wrist, pushing the frilly material of her tight blouse back up her wrists to bare the warm flesh. The cuff was cold and unyielding. She locked the other cuff around her free wrist, and rested her cuffed hands in her lap.

"We're here," Jim informed her needlessly. He seemed to be talking to her, just to give her commands, or just to be able to speak harshly to her.

Jan nodded, cocking her head toward him as though to tell him she wasn't blind.

Even though she would be, in a moment.

"Put on your mask."

Jan took one final moment to look at the man. She was too far into the game not to back out. She searched his face for some sign that she could trust him fully.

He glanced at her as he swung the car into the covered stalls at the side of the big old house.

She raised her eyebrows, asking her vague question.

Jim suddenly winked.

Jan would have smiled if she hadn't been so thoroughly gagged. Her heart racing with happiness and an unrecognized horniness, she reached into the glove compartment with both hands and pulled out her mask.

It was a hood. It covered the top of her head and pulled down over her eyes. There were two flaps that could be closed, so that she would be blindfolded. A strap went under her chin so she couldn't knock it off, and the strap had a tiny padlock. And Jim had that key too.

She waited until he shut off the engine, then handed him the helmet-like mask.

He brushed her hair out of her lovely face and slipped the hood over her head, pulling it down snugly around her ears and over her eyes. She looked out through the two narrow slits.

Jim pulled the strap down under her chin, making sure it fit firmly and wasn't twisted. Then he buckled it in place and slipped the tiny padlock through the ring, locking it down.

He showed the key to Jan, then put it in his pocket with the key to the cuffs.

"Out."

Jan fumbled at the door handle and finally got the door open. She slipped sideways on the seat and placed both feet down on the gravel. She stood up unsteadily in the six-inch high heels on her small feet and waited until Jim came around to help her walk to the house.

Jim took his time locking the car. He came around to the young woman and took the chain out of the glove compartment. He locked the passenger door, then turned to Janice.

"You're one hell of a beautiful woman, Jan. And I love you very much." He kissed her cheek beside the thong that dug into the corner of her aching mouth.

Jan moaned in response, and felt her nipples swell inside the tight bra she was wearing.

He hooked the chain into the dog collar. It dangled down her back, curving up into his hand.

"Ready?"

Jan took a deep breath. She nodded.

"Good girl." Jim reached up and closed both eyeflaps, blinding the young woman totally.

Jan had never felt so helpless. She was totally at the mercy of another human being. There was absolutely nothing she could now do without Jim's explicit permission and guidance. And there was utterly nothing she could ask of him with the huge ball crammed in her mouth.

She was his, completely, and this knowledge sent a jolt of pleasure into her cunt that made her shudder with its intensity. Her clit swelled into a hard wet nubbin. Her guts churned hard.

"Down," Jim commanded.

Out here? Jan had expected him to at least help her to the front door first. But she did as he told her, squatting down, then dropping forward onto her hands and knees.

She saw immediately that it was going to be very difficult to move even like this, with both hands and legs cuffed together. She could take only the shortest little steps.

"Move."

She put one hand out, feeling out the ground ahead of her carefully. She didn't want to cut herself on the hard sharp stones of the graveled driveway.

Her knee struck a stone on the first step, and she winced. Her loud moan was met with a sudden sharp stinging slap to her bare thigh from behind.

She groaned.

Shit! She'd forgotten about that damned little whip.

"I'm not going to do that, Harry," Lynn said firmly, stamping her foot. Her huge breasts jiggled with the force of her motion, and Harry watched them, feeling his balls grow tighter and fuller.

"You Goddamn fucking sure as hell are, you little bitch," he told her. His eyes went narrow and his lips tightened.

Lynn saw his hand leap out and she gave a high-pitched squeak as she jumped backward, yanking her arm back just in time.

Harry's hand swiped across the front of her body as she twisted away, and his fingers caught under the row of buttons down the front of her incredibly well-filled blouse.

With a loud rip and a series of quiet pops, the buttons flew to all corners of the room, and Lynn's blouse tore open. Her huge bra cups spilled into view through the gaping rip in her blouse.

"Damn you, Harry! Now look what you've done!" Lynn shouted, turning her back to the man and trying to pull her shredded blouse back over her big tits.

Lynn was embarrassed by the immensity of her breasts. They were firm and big, and they rode high on her chest without any sagging, but they were so big that Lynn had been the butt of vile jokes since they had first begun to bloom at the tender age of ten.

And now, full-blown and tremendous. Lynn's young tits were practically the only reason anybody ever asked her out.

She knew she wasn't the smartest girl in the world, but she sure as hell wasn't as dumb as her dates thought she was. She let only a select few touch those magnificent young globes, and never on a first date.

And she made them pay for it, but good. Only the best shows, the most expensive restaurants, the finest gifts, would get the boys into her apartment. And after that first touch they had better be the fucking best in the sack or Lynn threw them out so fast they barely had time to find their pants.

Lynn was a horny young lady, and she had all the right equipment to get the best of the horny young men. She used her body to get what she wanted and she felt no shame in that. But her big breasts still embarrassed her, on occasion, when she was trying to be a real lady, and the same old stares told her she was no closer to that than when she was ten.

Harry gripped Lynn's upper arms and tried to force her back around to face him.

"Stop that, Harry," Lynn said. Her voice was quiet now, and she was pouting. Few things in the world were as overpoweringly sexual as Lynn's mouth in a pout.

Except her cunt lips, sucking a big cock.

"Come on, baby. Let's get ready and just enjoy ourselves, huh? Come on," Harry coaxed, slowly turning her body.

Lynn was holding her blouse closed over her tits with both hands, her head lowered, her pretty lips pursed.

"No," she whispered. "I don't want to do that."

"It's just a party, Lynnie."

Harry coaxed Lynn's hands away from her breasts. He stroked the side of her cheek with the back of one hand while he slowly opened the rip in her blouse with the other.

Lynn let him do it. Her hands hung limply at her sides.

"I know, Harry," she said very quietly, her head still lowered.

Harry pulled her chin upward, making her look at him. He pressed his lips down onto hers lightly, then pulled away. He knew she loved being teased, like that, tasting and touching very lightly, tentatively, before she got too hot to handle.

"Why do you want me to go like that, Harry?"

Harry smiled at her. "Because you're so fucking beautiful, honey. And I want those other guys to fucking die of frustration, knowing they can't even touch you."

"And knowing you'll be bringing me home, to bed?"

Harry grinned.

Lynn suddenly snorted and brought her hands up behind Harry's back, hugging him hard. She felt his hands at her breasts, cupping and kneading the warm flesh through the big cups of her bra. It felt so fucking good when Harry did it. He knew just how to rub her nipples through the silken cups to bring her to a frenzy of lust before she'd even begun to strip.

She thrust her hips against the front of his legs.

"You really want me to do it, Harry?" she asked in her best little girl voice, licking her lips and making them very, very wet as she looked up into his face, her eyes glazed and dreamy looking.

"You bet, baby."

Lynn sighed, taking a deep breath and crushing her giant tit globes against Harry's clutching hands.

"Ohhhh, all right, Harry," she finally said.

She kissed him lightly. Her lips just barely brushed over his. Her tongue slipped out and stroked over his upper lip. He caught her hot tongue between his lips and sucked it gently into his mouth, and Lynn thrust it deep, letting him take it all. He sucked the soft, wet, succulent tongue harder and harder, until Lynn was standing up on her tiptoes, moaning loudly.

Her heart thudded hard in her chest. Her nipples grew rigid. Harry could feel those spike-like nipples poking into his chest as Lynn stretched fully against his body.

He dropped one hand down along her back, stroking his palm firmly downward over the young woman's taut ass cheeks, feeling the smoothness of the ass barely contained by her jeans.

"Oooo, Harry," Lynn moaned and purred into his ear. She wiggled her cunt against his bulging cock.

Harry kneaded the girl's hard ass, stroking and kneading the back of her thighs through the jeans, too. Lynn wrapped her long arms up around Harry's neck and pulled her small body up to his, stretching her whole body taut along the front of his body.

"Fuck me, Harry," Lynn cooed. "Please fuck me. Fuck me standing up like this. Fuck me, Harry. Please fuck me."

Harry moaned as Lynn begged him to fuck her. He worked his hand around to the side of her tight jeans and fumbled with the snap and, the zipper down the side of her curvy young hip.

Lynn hugged his neck and kissed and sucked at his cheek as she felt her jeans loosen around her slender waist. For a girl with such immense tits, her body was amazingly trim and small. And for all their size, Lynn's breasts were still somehow nicely proportioned for her body.

Maybe it was the athletic strength that was apparent in her body, the way she held herself, or just the chance combination of size and shape.

She whimpered as Harry's hand slipped inside the rear of the jeans and began working them down over her ass cheeks.

"Mmmmm, yeah, baby. Grab my ass nice and hard! Yeah. Oh, Harry," Lynn cooed, licking and kissing his earlobe, whispering and begging. "Fuck me, Harry. Fuck my Goddamn cunt hole, honey. Mmmm. Come on!"

She humped her cunt mound hard against the stiff rod inside Harry's pants, rubbing her itching twat up and down along the hard pole, mashing the front of her loosened jeans against the front of Harry's tight pants.

Harry worked her jeans down over the warm and sleek ass checks, feeling Lynn's taut panties as the jeans dropped down around her knees.

"Oh, Harry, fuck me, honey. Put this big cock of yours right up my wet little hole. Please, Harry. Came on, baby," Lynn whimpered, her hands clawing at the back of Harry's neck, her lips seeking his in a desperate sucking frenzy.

Harry pressed both hands flat over Lynn's panty-clad ass cheeks, kneading and massaging the firm smooth globes. Lynn winced.

She chewed on the man's lower lip, gnawing at it as he kissed her lips, trying to suck on them.

His hands slipped underneath the girl's taut panties and cupped her taut cheeks. His fingers worked their way deep into her ass crack, feeling the moisture and heat along her ass hole.

Lynn was writhing wildly as she clung to his body. Her mouth was all over his face, and her hands and fingernails were clutching at the back of his neck and shoulders.

Harry reached down and cupped the under-slopes of her ass cheeks and lifted her body up onto his.

Lynn fought away.

"Fuck me, honey. Make me naked for you! Fuck me, fuck me! Come on, honey, fuck me. Please," Lynn gasped, licking her lips and rolling her head loosely on her shoulders. She stepped back away from Harry's body and quickly jerked her panties down her long slim legs.

She tore at her ripped blouse, yanked it down her arms, and threw it behind her, heedless of where the thing fell. She reached high up behind her back to unhook her bra strap, and clawed the shoulder straps down her arms. This garment flew over her head and landed far across the room.

She was already barefoot, so now she was totally naked. Her young body was stunning to behold. Harry shook his head in wonder as he looked her over from head to toe. Lynn smiled her sexiest smile as she reached up with both arms and lifted one long leg up around Harry's hip, slowly rubbing her naked pussy mound up and down along the ridge of Harry's throbbing, bulging cock.

"Come on, Harry. You want me to go to your party like this, don't you?" Lynn pouted. She bent forward and began chewing on Harry's collar.

Harry reached down and held her lifted thigh, working his fingers upward so he could feel the underside of Lynn's young wet twat.

Lynn twitched when she felt his fingers tickle her pussy lips.

"I'll do it, Harry," she said in a husky, sexy whisper. "I'll do anything you want me to, Harry. If you'll fuck me. Fuck me, sweetheart. Please fuck me."

Harry gripped her thigh hard, making her whimper at the slight pain. Lynn wanted to be controlled, Harry knew. But it took so damned long to force her into it.

When she was ready, though, she was worth any wait, any damned frustration.

And she was ready now!

Harry pushed her head back and gripped her long blonde hair in his other fist, yanking her head still further backward. Lynn gulped hard. Her lips parted slightly. She waited.

"Take my pants off, baby."

Lynn's hands flew to the front of the man's pants and yanked his zipper down. She fumbled at his belt, unable to see it with her head pulled so far back. She got it open and pushed the waist of his pants downward. She couldn't kneel to take them off, not with his hand pulling her hair.

She waited.

Harry slowly pressed downward on her head, bending forward as he did so to force Lynn to her knees.

She finished removing Harry's pants. She reached back up and stripped off his underpants, liberating his immense cock. It flipped out over the top of the waist of the under pants as she dragged them down his legs, and bounced a few times. It stopped, aimed right at her face.

Harry helped her by stepping out of his underpants. He held her hair.

"Please, Harry," Lynn begged. "Please, honey. I'll suck you, Harry. I'll give you the best blow job in the world, baby. But please. Please fuck me. Fuck me, honey. Let me get up, let me climb up onto your big cock, baby. Fuck me."

Harry yanked hard, and Lynn shot to her feet. She threw her body up onto his, lifting both legs up around his ass and jamming her hot wet twat down hard onto his cock head.

"Oh, baby. You're sooo hard for me!"

Lynn squirmed and squatted, mashing her pussy lips open over the hard-hooded head of Harry's prick. She felt the huge thing sink partly into her tight young sopping channel.

"God, baby. You're so fucking hard I can't believe it." Lynn pulled her head back and looked into his eyes. "Does thinking about taking me to your party like this excite you that much?"

Harry gave her a lecherous smile. His hand crept up over her naked back to grip her neck. His other hand went low, cupping one of her taut ass cheeks for support.

"You're damn fucking right, Lynnie," he said. He slid his fat cock deep into her tight cunt tube, all the way up inside her hole.

Lynn threw her head back. Her hair lashed wildly from side to side as Harry's cock filled her pussy hole to the limit. She felt completely impaled, filled to the absolute maximum.

"Ohhhhh! God!" she moaned. Her legs tightened their grip on his thighs and ass, and she squeezed her cunt mound tighter down over his hard rod.

"Mmmmmm, Harry. I love it. Oh, God. Fuck me. Fuck me," she pleaded. Her voice was soft and sexy. Her body clung to his, and she trembled on the impaling pole of his dork.

Harry arched his ass outward, pulling his cock partly out of Lynn's twat channel. She clawed at his neck. He jerked forward, jamming his huge rod deep into her.

Lynn's cunt sizzled as the smooth top of Harry's prick rode over it, tight and hard. She ground her pussy down against the pole, squashing her clit along the full length of the man's rigid cylinder of love meat.

Lynn gasped hard for air. She was kissing and licking Harry's throat, clinging tightly to him. Her ass began moving, pumping up and down in a rhythm opposite his humping in and out of her dripping slit.

"Goddamn, Harry. Ummm. Uh. Uh. Do it, baby. It feels so fucking good. Ummmm," Lynn purred.

Her huge breasts rubbed up and down over the front of Harry's shirt, her gigantic nipples growing hard and erect as they scraped against the soft material. The pleasure drove deep into the young woman's breasts. Her guts went tight, quivering as she felt the vague horny heat rising up within her body.

Harry grunted as he pumped and humped in and out of Lynn's drooling box. His cock thrust so deep he thought he could feel his big prick hitting bottom in her tight pussy.

Lynn was shaking hard. Her whole body was growing slippery with sweat. She pumped and jumped and bobbed wildly up and down as she ground her cunt harder and harder down over the fucking prick.

"Oh, Jesus, Harry, fuck me hard. You feel so big. Oh, God, fuck me. Fuck me!"

Suddenly Lynn threw both arms around Harry's neck and clung to him tightly, crushing her big breasts almost flat against his chest as she grabbed him tighter and tighter.

Her cunt walls spasmed hard.

"God! God!" she cried. She lifted her cunt nearly off the man's cock, then jammed her channel down hard and began shaking violently, her feet flopping wildly behind his ass, her head jerking madly from side to side, her hair lashing both their faces in her violent come.

Her twat gushed her hot juices, spilling the thick fluid out of her pussy in oozing spurts of beautiful liquid. Harry's cock smeared the girl's fragrant fluids all over her cunt mound. His balls banged hard against her cunt, his cock hair matting thickly with her juices.

Harry felt his balls tighten up, and with a loud gasp and a hard grunt, he shoved his dork into Lynn's gushing cunt channel as far as it could go, then blasted her pussy with his scalding come.

Lynn screamed when she felt the hot spunk hosing her cunt. She threw her head far back and shrieked like an insane woman. Her legs jerked and her cunt spasmed on his spewing rod.

Lynn shuddered hard. She drew her tits away from Harry's chest, then slammed her breasts hard against him again. Her whole body was a writhing animal of lust, her long legs gripping his thighs and ass, her arms grasping his neck and shoulders, her head battering his chest and chin.

Harry grunted harder and shoved his cock back into her slit.

His balls clenched tight, and his come kept shooting into the girl's hot body in hot jets, splashing her cunt channel with every drop of his thick goo.

Lynn's cunt sucked, her cunt walls clenched tightly around the hot rod, trying to pull it completely inside, pulling so hard that Harry winced. It felt like his cock was being yanked out by the roots.

His gut wrenched with pleasure as he blasted Lynn's cunt hole. He felt the thick spunk filling her so full that it began to gush out around the base of his cock when he pumped back out.

Lynn sucked air loudly, gasping raggedly as her climax flooded over her. She shuddered violently. Her body shook all over, and her guts twisted into hard, taut knots of lusty pleasure.

Her cunt slammed up and down on Harry's pole.

She loved the sound of the sucking, squishing juices.

She suddenly went rigid, and sucked in a huge lung full of air. Her breasts swelled like giant balloons, and her nipples drilled into Harry's chest through the material of his shirt.

She shuddered hard, and then she went limp.

Harry gripped her tightly and held on for dear life, supporting her limp body with one hand under her soft, wet ass cheek. He humped his cock into her a couple more times, spewing the last of his thick come into her body.

With a loud sigh and a hard shudder, he felt the lust and the pleasure fade quickly away.

His cock was already going soft inside her, slipping out of her slick cunt.

Lynn sighed deeply and let one arm fall from around Harry's neck.

Harry moaned.

"God," he whispered against Lynn's soft hair.

Lynn simply nodded, very slightly, in response.

"You are one hot fucking bitch, Lynnie," Harry told her, his voice exposing his deep pleasure in fucking her.

Lynn smiled against his chest. "Thank you, Harry," she whispered back.

Harry carried Lynn's lightweight young body over to the bed, tenderly laying her down on her back.

Lynn slowly stretched, raising her arms high over her head and spreading her long legs wide.

Harry watched his thick white come dribble out of Lynn's wet slit, opened wide to expose the deep, rich pinkness of her inner lips.

He grinned in appreciation.

Lynn propped herself up on her elbows. "If I go to this party like you want me to, you know, every guy there will get a chance to see my pussy. Do you want that, Harry?" Lynn asked, a coy grin playing over her lips.

"Yes," Harry said, leaving no doubt that he meant it.

Lynn dropped back to the bed.

"OK, then. You asked for it," she said, crossing her ankles and crossing her arms over her big wet breasts. "I'll go as Lady Godiva."


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