[darkstalker]

Romstad looks towards Lenny, seeing him smiling down at the girl in his grip. “You remember the Thai bitch we took don’t you Lenny?”
“Sure do boss,” he says, running his tongue over the girl’s cheek making her visibly shudder. Romstad smiles. By all rights she’d already lost the game but no point in telling her that. It was more fun to make them shiver with fear before the “real” games got under way after all.

“Yeah boss,” says Lenny, smiling. “I remember the girl...”

As she’d bent over to put the plates and wooden cups of saki on the table for the men to drink she’d leaned back up and said “My name is Mae. I will be your server today.”
“You can serve my throbbing cock with that pretty mouth of yours,” Dirk had said.
“Excuse me?” Mae had said, her eyebrows perking up and some concern showing in her eyes.
“Don’t mind him,” Romstad had said, only now looking at the soft full swell of her rose bud lips. They would do well around his cock. He hadn’t noticed them though, more focused on her luscious orbs with their tan yellow as she’d leaned over, teasing at the hidden dark colored nipples beneath. How he wanted to pull her hair down now and tear her dress open to free those lovely membranes so he could chew them up. But now is not the time or place for that. Now is the time for disguises. The violence will come later.
“He just hasn’t seen a woman of any sorts for awhile,” he’d said, coming out of his own thoughts.
“Yes...” Mae had said, bowing quickly, a slight quiver to her motions. She’d already been spooked and she had no idea what they were really about.
“Specs, will you order for us?” he’d said, throwing the menu down with a slap. The food really didn’t interest him anymore, just those quivering melons wrapped in the loose leaf. “I have no idea what any of this shit says.” The Thai woman had opened her mouth in slight protest of his looks when Specs had answered.
“We’ll all have some of the roast duck, thank you.”
“Uh...” she’d said, beginning to count the men.
“There’s five of us and the sarge,” Specs had said.
“Ah,” she’d said with a nod and smile, hustling out quickly, her rear shaking back and forth as she’d made a quick getaway.
“And get our orders quick, blondie, before I have your tail bent over my ass!” Colbert had said lewdly. She’d been quiet, her mouth agape as she’d looked at them in mid stride but had turned away, walking briskly. “Look it that fine ass go,” Colbert had whispered.
He’d seen Lenny staring, following the girl with his eyes. Placing a hand on the man’s shoulder the man had turned, his eyes large and pleading. “I want her Sarge.”
“Of course you do,” Romstad had said, patting him on the shoulder. He too had been memorized by shapely curve of her buttocks and how the dress just dipped between the curves of the legs inviting them to open it and penetrate the soft flesh beneath. He’d licked his lips, gripping Lenny a bit hard to calm himself down. “But not yet. Not yet.” Already the thoughts of how they were going to get this girl away to somewhere more private had been forming in his head and this had made him smile broadly.

******

Romstad had watched her as she had brought their plates over, the sarong she wore pressed tightly against her firm skin, her curves clearly visible beneath it. He’d bet she wasn’t wearing any bra underneath as the tips of her tits had pressed against the fabric, clearly visible to his eyes.
He’d licked his lips, wanting very much to simply grab her dress now and tear it off her body, pull it down over her legs and spread her wide so he could pummel her pussy there and then. He’d imagined how tight and slick her pussy would have felt, her screaming as he’d ram inside her cunt and had groaned audibly at the thought, trying to keep his member from getting too stiff beneath his pants. The damned thing had already been pushing too hard against his pants.
There’d been a light pat on his shoulder and the Asian girl had looked at him closely. Her deep rich eyes had looked into his with question, eyes narrowing into a squint. He’d bet she couldn’t be past 24. Probably even 20. “Excuse me,” she’d said. “Are you alright sir?”
“Course he ain’t alright you gook,” Colbert had said. “You got your damned titties pressed on that little dress of yours and all he can think of is how to bone you!”
She’d stepped away, her mouth forming an open “O”. Apparently she hadn’t been as dumb as a lot of the other whores they’d taken. That could be bad considering how rowdy the men could get. The boss man in the back, with his portly belly had been staring at them with beady eyes. They’d need to watch it. Any more sudden moves and...
Whack!
Big Bob had slapped the girl on the rear so hard she had let out an ear splitting shriek. “We know you want it you gook slut!” Bob had said. “Just give us some of that tail here.” His fat tongue had slobbered all over his thick lips and he’d had the same unrestrained look Lenny had. But Lenny was dropping his hat down over his eyes, the yell of the fat man in back heard by everyone. And everyone was turning around to stare. At least Lenny had the sense to hide his face.
The fat old man had come storming forward, all layers of round blubber tumbling forward and rolling as his great cheeks had become red and heated. “Out! Out!” he’d yelled, waving his short stubby arms and pointing them at the men. “Out!”
“Hey!” Colbert had yelled, standing his full six feet suddenly. “We haven’t even had our food yet! You can’t...”
“Out!” the fat man continued to wave, screaming and hollering, Colbert’s imposing size ignored off hand.
Romstad had inclined his head. “You heard the man!” Romstad had said. “Out with you you lack lustered man whores!”
Colbert and Bob had slammed their fist into the wooden table, shaking the mood of the old man who’d stepped back a bit, hands in front of him, but they had followed Romstad quietly. The others had followed without a word, though Dirk had glanced in the direction of the waitress and portly man, fingering his blade. When they were out Romstad had turned to the man. “Sorry for that. We...”
“Out!” the fat man had yelled. “Out!” He’d simply continued to wave his arms, flapping them in the air wildly. Romstad had taken his cue then.
“I see then. Good day.” And with this he’d nodded and walked out.
The men had all gathered outside, leaning against the walls. “Why’d you let him treat us like that, Sarge?” Colbert had whined. “We didn’t even get to eat.”
“Cricky,” Big Bob had continued. “If we paid for the damned slop we’d at least shoulda’ gotten the right to eat it!”
“Now listen you sick excuses for slobs, if you hadn’t let your dicks do the talking for you we could of had a good meal there. Now we’ll have to come back later.”
“Later boss,” Lenny had said with a surprised expression. “I-I don’t think they’ll let us back in later boss.”
Dirk had smiled, his hand twisting the blade. “No. He doesn’t mean for the food.”
Romstad had smiled then. “You’re a bright one Dirk. No, it’s not for the food. We’re coming back for some special take out. One you boys will probably like better then the food!”
The other men had laughed or smiled, now finally understanding what he meant. Now it was only a waiting game until the right opportunity presented itself. And for that, night always gave the opportunities the men wanted. He’d looked at the setting sun, his lips set in that dark smile. Only a few hours away at that.
“C’mon boys, there’s a cantina nearby where we can blow off some steam while we wait for our “take out” to get ready.”
They’d all followed then, in higher spirits then before. Dark spirits. Hooting and hollering all the way to their next destination.

*****


“Gaaahhh!” Kari screams as the black man grips her wrist and painfully twist her arm behind her, forcing her breasts to jut out towards the men while the thin wiry one roughly fondles them. He is squeezing the flesh of her breasts, kneading it back and forth, thumbs squeezing her nipples, making her yelp. “Stop this,” she cries. “This wasn’t part of the deal!”
Romstad is indifferent to her pleas. On the contrary, she can see his dick tenting under his pants as the other two grope her, the black man kissing and nipping at the sides of her neck. He sinks his teeth into her side, making her scream. “This is only foreplay bitch. Wait until we get to the real deal.”
“She ain’t gonna’ like that none,” says the skinny one and the black one laughs, a rumbling thing that gets louder behind her ear. She can feel the tears running down her eyes but doesn’t care. She’s afraid, and the men’s hands roughly grope her body, twisting her tender flesh which makes the fear spike in her system.
The crack across her face makes her wince. Blood trickles down her lips and over her chin. Romstad grips her face hard, squeezing her cheeks, puffing them out and spits in her face. She yelps, feeling the sick fluid hit her eyes, making her wince.
“You stupid gook, slut bitch,” he hisses. “What part of slap and punch you, didn’t you understand? So far you’re kind of behind on the game and we’ve barely even started on the story. Did you realize that, you gook bitch?”
She growls, feeling anger welling up inside her, trying to twist out of the mens’ grip on her body, not realizing how that makes her breasts jiggle or how the men all stare down at her shirt where the cleavage opens up invitingly to her large mammaries. She is ignorant of this, instead yelling in her anger, “When the authorities find out...”
Romstad cracks his hand across her face once more, jerking her head sharply to the left. He laughs, a loud bellowing sound that echoes in the room. “The cops? Don’t you realize they’re under my payroll, you stupid slut?”
She is shivering, shaking, feeling the first flickers of sweat dripping down her face. “You’re lying,” she hisses, but inside herself there is a cold clamor of fear running down her spine.
Romstad is an important man of power and she is just a university student. He could bury her in the middle of nowhere and no one would know or care.
She swallows her bile, trying to forge her resolve in the face of this adversity. “You’re wrong,” she says. “I know they can’t all be under your payroll. When they find out I’m missing...”
“No one is going to find out you’re missing,” he says, stepping back and leaning down slowly to sit on some old tires piled on top of one another. “Shall we continue the story?”
She doesn’t want to hear it, but he ignores her and smiles.

He licks his lips, smirking. He loves the fear the bitch is feeling. How the sweat is starting to drip down her face and starting to curl down those firm round breasts. The blood coming down her nose and over her chin adds a little something to it too. All of it just adds to her fear and gives his a good hard on. He’ll really let this slut have it after they wrap the story up. Now to intensify that fear he so enjoys. “Now where we?” he says, watching as Lenny continues to squeeze the girl’s breasts as she beats her feet on the floor, Colbert running his tongue over the girl’s slender neck. He smiles. “Oh yes,” he says with a dark grin. “ We were setting up the trap...”

******

They had waited until the light from the setting sun had set and the truck had rumbled along in the dreary rickety streets. Romstad had shut off the engine, slowing the machine to a crawl as they’d finally reached their destination. With the men he had waited and watched.
The cute little chink they had waited for had still been busy with cleaning up the tables and clearing away dirty dishes and utensils, her back bent over the many tables, scrubbing away with a towel Romstad was sure couldn’t clean off half the gunk covering the dirty wood. But still the little chink kept on, her voice coming low over the windows as she sung a song in word they hadn’t been able to understand. Not that they’d cared, or at least he hadn’t. He’d been more interested in looking at the yellow of her tanned ass and the swell of her breasts, though more difficult to see from where they had stationed themselves. Still, they had been things to look at.
“She has a nice voice,” Specs had said, smiling softly. So someone had been paying attention to music. Go figure.
“She has an even better rack!” Colbert had replied, then followed with a whistle. “Gonna love sucking on those nice titties and beating the shit out of them!” On that Romstad had agreed, nodding his head.
“Maybe I’ll just cut them off and shove em down her throat so you can’t be talking about your shit anymore, Colbert,” Dirk had said, his blade lingering on the dirt between his nails as he’d flicked it out with the pointed tip.
“Why you gotta’ ruin a good buzz, man?” Colbert had said.
“Because the words came out of your mouth,” Dirk had replied in a bored tone. “And that’s enough for me.”
“Why...”
“Quiet,” Romstad had motioned, his hand lifting into a closed fist. “She’s making her move.”
They’d watched as the fat old man had come out and given the girl a quick hug. Then they’d spoken briefly and quickly. The group hadn’t been able to make out the words, but it hadn’t mattered. What mattered was the bitch had been heading away from the restaurant, solo. This would make her all the easier to pick up since she was without any escorts.
They’d turned the engine back on when she had been just some distance off and as she’d turned the corner on a deserted stretch of road, they’d followed, flashing the lights on her pretty behind. She’d turned, looking around, not sure what was going on, hand over her face to block out the glare of the lamps and eyes squinting, blinking at the bright light. While she had been distracted Romstad had motioned with his hand and both side doors had come open, Colbert and Dirk slipping out into the dark silent and quick.
The woman had asked a question as the two men had come upon her but neither man had answered her, instead stretching out their arms towards her. She’d screamed as they’d come atop her. Probably due to Colbert’s smile, or maybe Dirk had flashed a knife. But it had been too late. The men jumped her, Dirk’s hand clamping shut tight on the woman’s mouth and Colbert grabbing both her legs, lifting them into the air. She’d been subdued quickly.
There had been a struggle. Colbert had received a good kick to the chin, making him snap his head back and fall on his rump that had caused Dirk and the others to laugh as the girl had continued to struggle, her sarong ruffling up under Dirk’s tight grip. Colbert had gotten up, steamed as an angry bull and punched the girl in the stomach. Hard. It had looked like he was socking one of his punching bags or one of the viet kong in interrogation. She’d crumpled over instantly. It hadn’t taken much to drag her back to the vehicle then, when she was bent over and gasping in pain.
She’d been shoved inside with minimal space, squashed between Dirk and Lenny, Specs and Big Bob opposite her. “Please...” she’d said in broken English, “I no money! No money!”
Romstad had turned then, swinging his arm over the seat and smiled a toothy grin. “Oh sweetheart,” he’d said darkly, looking over her now messy hair and bewildered eyes as her chest heaved up and down quickly, arms shivering from something other then cold. “We aren’t interested in your money. It’s something else we want from you and we intend to beat it out of you until we’ve had our fill!”
He’d watched as her face had paled, going several shades lighter and her eyes had bulged. She’d screamed then, struggling between the group of men, but they’d had her down quick, Dirk twisting both her arms tightly behind her back until her arms almost looked like they were going to pop at the shoulders and Lenny had gripped her hair, jerking it back sharply, making her let out a sharp yelp.
“You and me honey,” he’d said, “we’s going to have a good time. Going to make kung pao with your pussy.”
Romstad had shaken his head, smiling. Lenny had a way with words. He’d watched in the rear view as Lenny had run his tongue over her neck twice, her soft skin probably warm against his tongue and then run it over her cheek before turning her slowly to face him, lips quivering and forced his mouth over hers. Romstad had been able to see her fighting, protesting the intrusion as Lenny had placed his mouth against hers, her body kicking and squirming, thumping on the metal floor, Lenny’s mouth engulfing her own. She’d already had a trail of drool from Lenny’s sloppy kisses running down the length of her neck. Romstad had chuckled, turning back to the driving. The bitch was sure in for it now.

******

Lenny runs his tongue over this new girl’s neck, loving the tingle of her skin and flesh. “I liked that chink, you know?” he says with a dark look. The girl stares, her eyes wide. She looks like a nice chink herself, though, he lets a hand run down her chest and gives one of her breasts a quick squeeze. She’s a lot better endowed then the other one.
Growling she says, “What did you do to her, you sick fuck?” He can see those wide eyes are wondering more what he intends to do to her.
Lenny slaps her, hard. He loves the sound his hand makes as it echoes against her skin. He grabs her neck, squeezing tight. The girl starts to gasp and he feels her heart beating, thundering against his hand. “You want to know what I did to that chink,” he says. Slowly he runs his tongue over the girl’s cheek, loving how she shivers. He lets his grip ease off her a little, watching as she coughs, spitting over herself. He smiles. “I’ll tell ya’ then.”

Lenny had given the bitch one of his patented kisses, but she’d not reacted the way he’d wanted her to, reciprocating his feelings. She’d struggled against him the whole way, yelling profanities in thai when he’d pulled away from her, tears running down her cheeks. He’d looked at her, part of him sad and angry at once and sighed. “This’ why I don’t get along with dem women folk. They never like men who treat them well.”
The woman had spat at him suddenly and he’d wiped his hand across his face, smiling slightly. They always acted like this and he knew how to answer in turn. His father had taught him that with all the beatings he’d taken as a kid.
He’d cracked her face hard then, hearing her yelp as he’d hit her. She’d turned away from him then, trying to keep her face from him. He’d turned her slowly, looking over the open wound on her lip as the blood trickled down her chin. “I think you can use your mouth for something else better then spittin’.”
“Feel free to use her,” the sarge had said. “She’s your gift, but you gotta’ share.”
“You hear that,” he’d said. “Sarge says you’re my birthday present, bitch.” He’d run his tongue across her cheek, loving the taste of sweat and salt he’d picked up from her. “And I’m gonna use you proper!”
Fiddling with his trousers he’d brought his zipper down and jerked his pants down, pulling his underwear down with them. His hard on had sprung up like a snake, long and vainy with the head bulging and precum already slicking the surface. The woman had stared at it as if it were a real viper, eyes going large and mouth opening in a small “O”.
He’d jerked her hair back sharply and said, “Look who’s happy to see you. Better go meet and greet gook!”
And with that he’d shoved her head down towards his hips. By happenstance she’d tried to scream, that only serving to help him push his member deeply into her supple throat. He’d not bothered to let her adjust to his size, instead pushing her head all the way down, down onto his prickly hairs so they were jabbing at the insides of her nose. He’d kept her there, struggling, trying to breathe, his member deep inside her throat with her gagging and hissing against his prick. Dirk had laughed, grinning at him. “Nice show Len. You gonna’ let her up?”
“Yeah, I guess,” he’d answered sullenly. He’d jerked her head up after a few more seconds, drool and spit coming away in a tail from his throbbing cock still connected to her lips. She’d gasped, her chest heaving as she’d stared at him and started to cry. “Nooo...” she’d begged. “I sorry. I...”
He’d shoved her back down in the middle of her pleading, her open mouth giving him access to it. Again he’d pressed her down to the base of his crotch, then lifted her part way and pushed her back down, repeating the motion every couple of seconds until he had her by the hair with one hand and pressed down with the other so that he was soon face fucking her quickly. She’d made beautiful gagging noises, lubricating his cock nicely.
He’d loved the feel of her soft lips against his hard manhood, each bump and jolt from the car making him accidently shove her all the way down to the base of his cock where she’d struggle against him and then he’d bring her back up only to push her down again. Again and again he’d done this, loving how her spit was coating his penis and testicles, soaking out the heat and making them feel better.
Soon she was moaning and screaming from something else and he’d looked over to see Dirk holding her arms by one hand only, his thick fingers shoving up into her vagina with little concern for her pleas. “Well,” he’d said, smiling with a toothy grin and a dark glint of his eyes. “Not gonna’ let you have all the fun now, am I?”

*******

Dirk traces the blade slowly across the girl’s breast, loving how she is shivering. He pushes the blade a bit deeper, making her yelp. He traces the blade over her firm breasts, watching her large eyes tearing up, her breathing in controlled gasp as she tries not to press her melons too hard against the sharp metal.
“Lenny had that bitch going down on him, I couldn’t be left out with that whore pressing her ass in my face. So I held her arms tight with one hand and yanked her little panties over...”

He’d jerked the gook bitch’s clothe aside, her soft pink mound fully visible to him then. He’d seen the pink slit and licked his lips. Without a second’s notice he’d jammed three thick edged fingers into her tight twat and shoved them to the edge of his knuckles, her body spasming against the intrusion of his hand, squeezing him tighter.
The woman had bucked in reply, howling against Lenny’s cock. The bitch might of bitten Len’s cock, but he hadn’t really given a shit. He’d rather take her back end anyways, maybe with his knife afterwards. But first...
He’d started to pump his fingers in quickly and rhythmically, making the girl fight against him as her body had become moist in an attempt to soften his invasion of her most private regions. The gook bitch had bucked and screamed then as he’d pumped her none too gently, her pussy making a wet slapping noise, the fluids draining down her legs making them glisten against the dull light.
“That’s the way to take her! Wank her off!” Bob had said, his double chin wavering as he’d watched with rapture. Dirk had ignored him, instead focused on thrusting his fingers into her body as Lenny had continued to pump the bitch’s face on his crotch. He’d been able to tell from the look on the man’s face he’d cum soon.

Lenny had been okay with sharing the Asian girl with Dirk. After all, Dirk had helped bring her in. And with Dirk pumping away at her like a wild boar in heat the whore had really worked herself against his crotch. He felt his heat building, his cum starting to leak faster from the edge of his penis.
“Ahn...” he’d started to moan, pushing his head back and squeezing his eyes shut as he’d felt that burning heat begin to start.
“We’re almost there boys,” the Sarge had said. “Hope you’re enjoying the bitch!”
Lenny had not paid attention, his head thrown back and his groans coming out louder then the woman’s gurgles against his crotch. “Ahn! Ah! Ah!” he’d started screaming, pumping the woman faster, slamming her down on his hips quickly and ferociously.
Soon he’d been arching his spine, the veins on his neck bulging as he’d screamed loudly. He’d pressed the girl against his crotch roughly, holding her there as his member spat load after load of cum into the woman’s throat, she gasping and choking on it, slapping her hands against his thighs in a plea for mercy. He’d held her there for a good minute before pulling her back as she spat it up, the cum dribbling down her open mouth and chin.
He’d ignored her face, letting go of her hair and pushing the garment away from her breasts and shoving his penis in against the soft orb, shooting his last loads over the skin of her breast and grunting as he jerked himself off against her soft tender tit meat.
She’d started crying then, the tears running down her cheeks as the cum dribbled by a long strand down her chin. He’d jerked her head back, pulling his penis out which trailed briefly with a cum stream from her breast, the thin string running down the length, curling over the nipple with a droplet.
“What?” he’d said. “Don’t like a man’s cum against you chest? Here...”
He’d jerked her head down towards his hips, slapping his penis against her cheek. “Clean me off like a good little gook whore.”
She’d been sobbing, her body shaking as he held her there. “That your first one bitch?” says Bob, looking over her. “You never been with any man that small eh? I’ll show you a real man!”
“And after that I’ll give her to you, lard ass,” says Dirk, smiling.
“You wanking sod!” Big Bob had yelled, his fat face turning a crimson red as the blood had gone rushing to his face. The truck had ground to a halt then, jerking everyone to the right as it had pulled to a stop.
“Alright,” Romstad had yelled. “We’re here! Bring the bitch out!”
Lenny had jerked her head back, and spat in her face. “Little whore, soon the Sarge is gonna’ fuck that tight pussy and really make you scream!”
He’d started laughing then, the other men smiling darkly with him.

******

They’d brought her out before him, the girl crying, tears streaming down her cheeks, her chin dribbling with cum. Dirk had her arms pinned behind her, bending her forward and holding her head down but Romstad could see her shiver, and hear the weeping moans that she was letting out piteously. But more then that, he could see her nice tit flesh hanging out from her dress, the firm purple nipple finishing the end with a bit of Lenny’s cum dribbling off the end. He’d smirked at that.
“Bring her here,” he’d said, motioning with his hand.
They’d brought her forward and Romstad had folded his arms behind his back, leaning down towards her and smiled. “Not such a stuck up little gook bitch now, are you?”
The girl had not replied, instead keeping her head lowered, her sobbing the only sound he could hear. He’d cracked her face suddenly, the sound echoing in the still air.
“Look at me when I’m talking to you bitch!” he’d yelled.
The woman had screamed then, her wails loud and filled with pain. She’d struggled then, kicking with her legs, but Dirk had pushed his hand into the middle of her back, forcing her down, a pained whine coming from between her lips. Romstad had looked around and laughed. “You really think someone is going to help you out here gook slut?” he’d said, motioning around him.
The girl had kept her eyes on him but a simple glance had shown that they were in a dilapidated part of town. A thin man had walked by and simply looked, his eyes small and beady before heading off in a different direction never voicing a word of what he’d seen. No one was going to help this girl. No one. That had made his dick tent in his pants more then seeing her tit flopping about in the open. He’d rubbed himself a bit thinking on that.
Stopping, he’d raised her chin, looking at her quivering eyes. “What a fucking mess,” he’d said, and spat in her face, making her flinch. “You’re a fucking mess!” He’d slapped her again, not because he needed to but just so he could get a reaction from her.
And she’d reacted. Screaming and crying loudly, kicking more, her free tit swinging back and forth. He’d shaken his head and laughed, wrenching her scalp up by the hairs. “You’re not worth sticking my prick into you. At least not yet.”
“I could still do her Sarge,” Big Bob had said quietly from behind him.
He’d turned slowly, regarding Bob with hard eyes. “Oh really? Sure you want this dirty shit? Even with Lenny’s cum dribbling down her tits like Niagra Falls?”
“Yeah,” Bob had said, his tongue flicking over fat lips, running over the bottom edge. He’d walked over to the girl, raising her chin. “Yeah... I think I do mate.”
“Heh,” Romstad had said, turning around and walking away. “Then you can have fun with her. Dirk can follow and then Colbert and Specs. I’ll take her after you men have had your fill.”
“Thanks boss,” Big Bob had said, glancing at him with his fat double chin and turned back to the girl, squeezing her face with a thick meaty hand.
“Well I’ll wait my turn. No need to hold the bitch if your fat ass is gonna’ be in there first,” Dirk had said, letting go of the girl’s arms.
“For once I agree with you,” Colbert had said.
“Shut up. I don’t need to hear from you,” Dirk had answered.
“Why...” Colbert had begun when the girl had started screaming. Both men had stopped their bickering to watch big Bob. Romstad had licked his upper lip, grinning ear to ear. Bob had always had a certain way with women.

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