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05-01-2003, 02:42 PM
This is an F/m story, including adult material, and depictions of extreme F/m domination. All of the characters in this story are over 18 years old, and are fictional. Elements of this story were suggested by a friend of Qjakal.
Warning: If descriptions of extreme F/m domination will offend you, then do not read this story.
Ben's Torment (F/m)
Thursday evening, January 16, 2003
Benjamin was contemplating a wonderful long weekend. Taking Friday as a vacation day, and with Monday being a holiday, he could spend four whole days with Katherine. It would be at her parents' house by the lake, in splendid isolation. Most of the houses up there were fit for the spring and summer only, without central heating. But Kathy's parents had constructed a luxurious four bedroom house there, fit for year-round residency. They were vacationing in the Bahamas, and Kathy, taking a whole week vacation herself, was already at the lake, waiting for him.
As he got into his car, Ben thought of his lovely girlfriend. They had been an item for two months now. At 28 years of age, in her second year of residency in dermatology at NY Hospital, Kathy was a real beauty. All 150 pounds of her looked great--standing 5'10" tall, she had flaming red hair, sparkling green eyes, a face like a supermodel, but a bust too large to qualify for modeling. For Ben's tastes, her best physical features were her fabulous long legs, and her very lovely feet. He knew that he was lucky to be her boyfriend. Her only fault, as far as he could tell, was that she didn't seem to realize how lucky she was to be his girlfriend. Without false modesty--never a problem for Ben--he knew that he was quite a catch. Also 28, he believed himself to be quite good looking. More important, he was about to become the youngest partner in the history of his law firm, itself one of the largest and most prosperous in Manhattan, specializing in corporate litigation. His partnership should be announced on the first Monday in February, after the semiannual partners' meeting the week before.
Oh well, thought Ben, at least she had finally agreed to get the Viagra for him for this weekend. Not that he needed it, not at all, but that was the whole point. A man who needed it could achieve an erection, and a man who didn't need it could perform like a champion stallion, for hours, using it. Or so Ben had heard from his friend Steve, and he wanted to find out for himself. It had taken a month of nagging to get Kathy to agree to obtain it for him from the hospital's pharmacy.
Having been to her parents' house by the lake once before, Ben anticipated four fine days of hot steamy sex in the master bedroom suite. There was even a hot tub in the bathroom of that suite, for relaxing between bouts.
The three hour drive from NY City done, Bem parked in the driveway and eagerly rang the doorbell at 9pm. Kathy greeted him with a kiss, and told him that dinner was ready and waiting for him.
Not having eaten since noon, Ben was very hungry, and devored the meal that Kathy had prepared. He barely noticed that she didn't drink any of the excellent Australian shiraz that she served him. He drank three full glasses of the wine before he began to feel sleepy. Then he dropped off into a deep, drugged sleep.
Friday morning, January 17, 2003
Ben woke up at 8am with a headache. He wanted to rub his forehead, and discovered that he could not move his arms. He opened his eyes, and couldn't believe what he saw. He was in a small bedroom, one that he had never entered on his previous visit to this house. He was lying on a mattress on the floor. His wrists were padlocked into padded cuffs, the cuffs were locked together, and also locked to a brass ring, beyond the top of the mattress. The ring was very sturdy, and screwed into the hardwood floor. Tugging with all of his might had no effect--the ring did not budge or bend. His thumbs were tied together with a small elastic bandage. His elbows were tied towards each other with a larger bandage. His legs were tied together with yet another bandage, just above the knees. His ankles were encased in a padded set of heavy wooden stocks, just beyond the bottom of the mattress. Ten wooden pegs stuck up from the top of the stocks, and all of his toes were tied back to the pegs. All of his clothes were gone, and he was wearing only a diaper. He realized that it was wet.
Ben was confused and enraged. He began to scream. He screamed and yelled for help, and then cursed Katherine. This produced no effect, except for making his throat hurt after about five minutes. So he just stayed quiet, furious at her, and waited.
Kathy entered the room at 8:30am, carrying a tray with some food, and Ben screamed at her.
"What the &%*(%(()*&*^% hell is going on -"
"That will delay your breakfast one hour," she said, interrupting him. "Shut up, and stay that way, if you ever expect to be fed. You can see that you're staying right where you are until I decide to let you go. Not one word from you when I get back, or you just may starve to death here."
Kathy left the room, putting the tray down near his feet. He could smell the coffe and scrambled eggs, and he salivated. Then he waited, in his wet diaper, for an hour.
She came back at 9:30 as promised, carrying a shopping bag, and he did keep quiet. The coffee was ice cold, but he drank it down, as she propped his head up and held the cup to his lips. She fed him the eggs, also cold, without a word. Then she held up a Viagra pill in front of his eyes.
"Now, you can have just what you've been asking for," she said, "so open wide."
He complied, and swallowed the pill with a sip of water that she gave him.
"I'll help the Viagra do its work," she said, as she began to unlace her sneakers.
Very slowly, she pulled off the sneakers, and then took some time in removing her socks. She waggled her very lovely bare soles right in front of his face, while sitting in a chair near the top of the mattress. As she had expected, there was now a huge bulge evident in his diaper.
"Time to clean you up," she announced, rising from the chair.
Taking a package of baby wipes from the shopping bag, she removed his diaper and cleaned him up.
"Larger than usual," she remarked, tapping his erection, "so I guess the Viagra does work. But, even though you are clearly in the mood for sex, I have something else in mind. And you're in no position to object, are you? Can you guess what I'm going to do to you?"
Ben said nothing.
"You may speak, indeed you are required to speak, when I ask you a direct question. Go ahead."
Ben still said nothing.
"I had been planning to start you off with an hour, but now it's going to be two hours," she said, grinning down at him.
"It's something that you hate. It's something that you forbade to ever do to you again. Tell me what it is, or I'll double the time again. Speak!"
Ben trembled in his bonds, and anwered her in a low voice.
"You're going to tickle me."
"Why, yes," said Kathy in pleased tone, "I am, in fact, going to spend the next two hours tickling you, without pause and without mercy. Although you obviously want something else," she added, again tapping his penis with one forefinger.
"Remember," she said, "you are not to speak unless asked a question. You may laugh as much as you need to. Just sit tight, and expect to be tickled insane."
Glancing at her watch, Kathy began at his lower rib cage, digging all ten fingers into it. Ben screamed and laughed, as he thrashed in his bonds. But he could only wiggle a bit from side to side, not escape her dancing fingers, as she moved very slowly upward, digging in all the way.
When her fingers reached his armpits, he began to howl.
"I'll be back here, it's probably your best spot, but with a surprise," she said, as she began to move back down his ribs.
After reaching his short ribs again, she took some time to tickle his testicles, and gave one stroke to his erection.
"So eager to screw me, aren't you? No way, Benny-baby, not today. You've been clammoring and nagging for the Viagra, and now you've got it, and you'll get more of it, all day. But I can promise you only frustration and longing, and no relief. All day. It will keep you in a state of frustrated desire, yes it will."
Ben groaned, his erection pointing to the ceiling, as she went back to tickling his ribs, leaving the throbbing penis in the empty air. His face was red, and his laughter was now weak and choked. His wrists ached from tugging at the cuffs, and his ankles from pulling at the stocks.
He got a 30-second pause when Kathy got up to get something from the shopping bag, and he gulped some much needed oxygen. Positioning herself astride his chest, she gleefully waved two toothbrushes in front of his face.
"Now for some _serious_ work under those arms," she said, smiling at him with a big sadistic grin.
Ben howled like a banshee as the toothbrushes poked into his sensitive armpits. With new energy, he thrashed so violently that the whole mattress shook. Kathy began to taunt him, as she tickled and tickled.
"Tickle, tickle, tickle. We're only half an hour into your torture, Benny-baby. Tickle, tickle, tickle. Such an urgent need to screw me, and no hope of doing it. Tickle, tickle, tickle. The drug sure does its job, keeping you fully erect with no need for me to stroke it. Tickle, tickle, tickle. Your engorged member, there, is going to get _no_ attention from me, none. Tickle, tickle, tickle. Just your very sensitive armpits. Tickle, tickle, tickle. And when the whole two hours are up, you'll get another Viagra pill. Tickle, tickle, tickle. Just to keep you in a state of maximum frustration. Tickle, tickle, tickle. Oh, my, your armpits are turning quite red under that hair. Tickle, tickle, tickle. I do believe that I am getting to you. Tickle, tickle, tickle. You're in for it now, baby boy! Tickle, tickle, tickle. I didn't realize just how much fun this would be. Tickle, tickle, tickle."
Kathy kept at his armpits for a full thirty minutes, until he was in the stage of silent laughter, his mouth making agonized laughing motions, but with insufficient breath for any sound. He just quaked and quivered, his throbbing penis still pointing straight upwards, as she poked the toothbrushes around under his arms.
Ben got a one minute pause when Kathy was finally done with his armpits, as she went over to get more things from the shopping bag. She sat down on the floor near his feet.
With his ankles in the heavy stocks, and his toes tied back to the pegs, his soles were taut, immobile, and helpless before her. It took her but five minutes of experimenting with the toothbrushes, chopsticks, combs, pens, hairbrushes, and forks to discover the best implement to use on him: The tines of a fork, dragged unpredictably across the balls of his feet, his arches, or his heels, drove him mad.
She had never realized just how ticklish his feet were, she concluded, because he had always been able to kick away from her fingers at the first touch. And, on their third date, he had made clear that she was never to tickle him again. But now, she did realize, his helpless soles were even more ticklish than his armpits. They were more ticklish than she had even imagined possible for an adult. And it was so very _easy_ to keep him in ticklish agony, just slowly gliding two forks, one in each hand, in long, lazy, irregular arcs all over his soles. She soon had him in the stage of silent laughter again, what she now called the jelly state, because he was reduced to a quivering jelly, a blob of ticklish flesh, unable to make a sound, too weak to move much, just her utterly helpless torture victim. With a huge erection, just standing up tall, ever frustrated. How amusing. She kept him in the jelly state, and began to taunt him again.
"Tickle, tickle, tickle, baby Benny! Tickle, tickle, tickle on your little feet. You always tease me because my feet, women's size 10, are just a bit bigger than yours. Tickle, tickle, tickle. Now, it's payback time. Tickle, tickle, tickle. Your feet, so little and cute, compared to my big feet, turn out to be very ticklish indeed. Tickle, tickle, tickle. I can't believe how ticklish your feet are, Benny-baby. Tickle, tickle, tickle. So they're really going to get it, now. Tickle, tickle, tickle. No mercy, no stopping. Tickle, tickle, tickle. My, that Viagra does do its job. Tickle, tickle, tickle. Such a hard-on, and nowhere to put it. Tickle, tickle, tickle. Just sexual frustration for you, and 'de agony of de feet.' Hah, I made a pun. Tickle, tickle, tickle. Poor ticklish little Benny. Tickle, tickle, tickle. Forty minutes left, and I'll spend all of it on your super ticklish soles. Tickle, tickle, tickle."
Ben thought he would die, and wished he would faint, but the tickling went on and on. Every minute seemed like forever to him, as his diaphragm now ached from laughing so much, and his sexual frustration continued with no relief.
[to be continued in this thread]
05-01-2003, 02:43 PM
Friday afternoon and evening, January 17, 2003
At long last Katherine glanced at her watch, and put down the two forks. She waited a minute, as he kept quivering and crying, until she was sure that he had realized that she had stopped tickling his soles.
"It's noon," she announced, "and your two hour tickling session is over. Time for more Viagra now."
She got up and got another pill, and poured mineral water from a bottle into a glass. Ben swallowed the pill that she put in his mouth, although his still full erection belied the need for more of the drug.
"And now," said Kathy, "I do believe that I'll postpone your lunch, and just tickle your feet for another hour. It was so much fun!"
"No!" said Ben, in a panic, momentarily forgetting her orders to him.
"You're not allowed to speak, baby," said Kathy firmly, "so just for that, I'll make it two hours. Each word that you utter will double it again, smart-ass."
Ben remained in silent despair, as she sat again by his feet, and glanced at her watch. She once again began to trace furrows in his helpless soles with the two forks, as he howled and tugged helplessly at his bonds.
Inside of twenty minutes, his laughter and his struggles became weaker and weaker. In ten more minutes, he was again just a mass of ticklish jelly, laughing silently, unable to escape the forks, which she carefully traced over his reddening soles. She began to taunt him again.
"Tickle, tickle, tickle, Benny-baby. I've got you right on the edge, just barely able to breathe. Tickle, tickle, tickle. And that's just where I'm going to keep you--conscious and suffering, in tickle hell, erect and frustrated, for two full hours. Tickle, tickle, tickle. Part of the fun is knowing that you hate it, that you can't stand it, but that there's nothing you can do about it. Tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle."
Kathy, never missing a stroke with the forks, swung one leg up and poked his penis with her big toe. She retracted her leg, and resumed taunting him.
"Such a big erection! Tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle. It amuses me that you're sexually aroused, but totally frustrated, it truly does. Tickle, tickle, tickle. You're so arrogant--you think that you're God's gift to women. Tickle, tickle, tickle. Let me clue you in on something, Benny-baby. I've never been promiscuous, I've had only five sexual partners in my life. Tickle, tickle, tickle. And you are, by far, the most selfish, unobservant, ineffectual lover of all five. Tickle, tickle, tickle. And the only one who's _never_ given me an orgasm. My first real boyfriend, Ted, who was a 19-year-old virgin at the time, was a more satisfying lover than you are! Tickle, tickle, tickle. So you deserve this, being tickled, which you hate, and being kept constantly erect, with not even the hope of any satisfaction. Tickle, tickle, tickle. It's going to be a very long weekend for you, Benny-baby. Tickle, tickle, tickle. And if you think that you're suffering today, I can promise you that it will be worse for you tomorrow. Tickle, tickle, tickle."
Ben thought that he would go insane, that he couldn't possibly stand it, but it went on and on, with no relief. The maddening sensations went on and on, and he was wet with sweat and tears. His bladder was also becoming painful, but with a full erection he knew he couldn't urinate. Every minute seemed eternal to him, as Kathy, no longer speaking to him, just hummed to herself as she tickled and tickled his now red soles.
Kathy was so happy tormenting Ben and watching him suffer, and so intent on keeping him in the jelly state, that she lost all track of time, and went well past the promised two hours. Finally, she looked at her watch, and stopped moving the two forks.
"Goodness, it's already three o'clock, and you haven't had your next pill, or lunch yet. I'd better get the bedpan first, though."
She dropped the forks, and left the room, as Ben gasped and gasped.
Returning with a lunch tray and the bedpan, she first slid it under him, and then grabbed his penis, pointing it downwards. It took a few minutes for his erection to partially subside, but he then managed a weak stream, and emptied his bladder.
Kathy carried the bedpan out of the room, and Ben could hear her dump it and flush the toilet, in the bathroom in the hall nearby. She returned and fed him two sandwiches, and then ate two herself. She gave him another Viagra pill to swallow, and then sat in the chair neaar the top of the mattress. She positioned the sole of her right foot directly on his nose.
"Keep still, or you'll regret it," she said, alternately flexing and pointing her toes, as he stared and stared at her soles, and his penis once again stood straight up.
"Poor Benny-baby, you can only look and remember. I'll never let you touch my feet again. Never. But you've rested long enough. It's time to do some serious upper body tickling now."
Getting the two toothbrushes again, she sat on the floor near his chest, and began to poke both of his armpits. As he shrieked and squirmed, she decided to taunt him again.
"Tickle, tickle, tickle. Your armpits are quite sensitive, judging from your screaming laughter. Tickle, tickle, tickle. Still sore from this morning, aren't they? Tickle, tickle, tickle. Too bad, Benny-baby. Tickle, tickle, tickle. All erect and frustrated, tied and tickled. And tickled, and tickled even more."
Putting down the toothbrushes, Kathy began to dig her fingernails into his collarbones.
"Oh, wow, you're really ticklish on the collarbones! Who knew? Tickle, tickle, tickle. I just tried it because my sister is very ticklish there. Tickle, tickle, tickle. I seem to have struck gold. Tickle, tickle, tickle. You never let me explore your body for more ticklish spots. Tickle, tickle, tickle. So now I will. Dinner won't be served for several hours, Benny-baby. Tickle, tickle, tickle."
She reached down and poked his armpits with her nails. The reaction was less than she had hoped for.
"You need to be blindfolded," Kathy said, "so you can't anticipate where I'll tickle you next."
She got up and took a leather blindfold, which had large padded eyepatches, from the shopping bag, and she strapped it onto Ben. Then she began to tickle all over his upper body, attacking his belly, his ribs, his armpits, his neck, and his collarbones, in random order, so he didn't know where it would come next.
This proved very effective. He jerked in his bonds at each new attack, and soon was once again reduced to the jelly state, unable to make a sound, with his mouth making laughing motions. She continued relentlessly, with only a brief pause at 6pm, to give him another dose of Viagra, and ensure that his erection would stand undiminished during the tickle torture.
Tired herself by 7:30pm, Kathy went to eat her dinner, leaving him gasping on the mattress, with his erection still pointing at the ceiling. She returned with the bedpan at 8pm, and, after he managed to urinate through a partial erection, made him swallow another Viagra. Then she fed him three slices of microwave pizza, and sat down by his feet.
"I'll leave the blindfold on--you're going to sleep in it anyway," she said, picking up the forks.
She attacked his vulnerable soles without warning. He screamed, and laughed, and kept laughing, soon uncontrollably.
"It was quite tiring, jumping all around, tickling you from the waist to the neck. So now I'll just rest here, at your tender little soles, just rest up, as I torment you. Tickle, tickle, tickle. Over three hours until I allow you to sleep. Tickle, tickle tickle. Endless tickling for you, Benny-baby, and no end to your sexual frustration. Tickle, tickle, tickle. It warms my heart to see your cock bobbing in the air, always erect, and never to get satisfaction. Tickle, tickle, tickle. Because of the Viagra, I don't even have to stroke it to keep you erect. Tickle, tickle, tickle. So I'm going to keep you in just this state. Tickle, tickle, tickle. Endless tickling, and you just can't 'get no satisfaction.' Tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle."
Kathy began to hum that song to herself, and kept on plowing furrows with both forks. At midnight, she had him use the bedpan, gave him another Viagra pill, put a new diaper on him, and left him to sleep.
[to be continued in this thread]
05-01-2003, 02:44 PM
Saturday, January 18, 2003
Ben woke up at 7am, and he ached all over from the previous day's tickling ordeal. Still blindfolded and bound, he had no idea what time it was. He was grateful not to have the painfully large erection that he had gone to sleep with. He urinated into his diaper, not having any idea when Kathy would come to allow him to use the bedpan. Despite the discomfort of the wet diaper, he drifted back into a fitful sleep.
Ben was reawakened at 9am by a brutal two-minute tickling of his armpits.
"Open wide," he heard Kathy say, and he obeyed.
As expected, he felt a pill being placed on his tongue, another Viagra from the taste of it, and he swallowed when given a sip of water.
"For your own sake, I'm glad that you remembered not to talk," said Kathy, "because I'm sick and tired of your arrogance, your boasting, and your complaining. So even one word from you will be severely punished. I've already eaten my breakfast, and yours is not a priority right now."
With no further talk, she sat down near his feet, and began to run the forks all over his soles, plowing parallel furrows again on his heels, arches, and the balls of his feet. Knowing his most sensitive spots from the day before, she concentrated on them most effectively. Withing twenty minutes, he was just a quivering mass of flesh, unable to laugh out loud, and fervently wishing to faint.
"These stocks are so useful," said Kathy, "well-padded, so your ankles shouldn't be bruised, but are kept from moving. Tickle, tickle, tickle. And what a great feature those ten pegs are. Tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle. With your toes all tied back, your ever-so-sensitive soles are totally vulverable, totally at my disposal. Tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle. So hunker down for a _long_ session, Benny. Tickle, tickle, tickle. I haven't decided how long yet, but here's a clue: You'll know that the first two hours have gone by when I stop to give you another dose of Viagra. Tickle, tickle, tickle. And that will be only a pause. Tickle, tickle, tickle. Because I want you to be fully erect, with no satishfaction, all day long. Just like you were yesterday. Tickle, tickle, tickle. And there's nothing you can do about it! Tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle."
Ben's torment went on and on, but he never did faint. Kathy kept him on the edge, squirming in the jelly state for the full two hours. At 11am, as promised, she paused to give him another pill. Then she proceeded to tickle his ribs and armpits for a full hour, humming 'I Can't Get No Satisfaction' while gleefully observing his constant erection.
She finally stoppped tickling him at noon, leaving the room without a word. Her lovely bare feet made almost no sound on the carpeting as she walked out.
Having eaten her own lunch, she returned at 12:30 with a meal for him--the first food for him since dinner the night before. It was a three egg ham and cheese omlette. He ate it greedily, as she fed him, wise enough not to speak, with no complaint that he was still bound and blindfolded.
After the meal, she gave him a sponge bath, telling him that he stank. She allowed him to use the bedpan, and then gave him another does of Viagra. At 1pm, just as he feared, she sat down near the stocks, and began to tickle his helpless soles with the forks. In short order, he was once again reduced to a quivering mass of flesh, laughing silently, unable to utter a sound.
Then, in the midst of his agony, something incredible happened. While the relentless tickling of his soles continued, a second pair of hands began to tickle his collarbones. Then a third pair of hands dug into his armpits, a fourth pair tickled his ribs and belly, and a fifth pair tickled behind his knees. The overload of sensation was too much for him in his weak state, and he fainted dead away.
He woke up, not knowing how long he had been unconscious, and not able to see if the four extra ticklers were still in the room, or if Kathy was there herself. Nobody was touching him, and he decided to take a gamble.
"Help me," he said, "whoever you are. I don't know what Kathy told you, but this is _not_ consensual. This is not some sex game. This is unlawful imprisonment and aggravated assault. Help me now, call the police, and I assure you that only Kathy will be prosecuted. Help ... "
He stopped talking when he heard many women all laughing at him. Kathy spoke to him.
"Do you think that I'm so stupid as to invite potential allies of yours here? You _will_ be severely punished for speaking. That will come later. For now, open wide."
He did so, expecting a Viagra pill, but Kathy stuffed one of her dirty athletic socks into his mouth, making sure that the grimy sole was wrapped around his tongue. She tied it in place with an elastic bandage around his head and between his teeth.
"Now you can only listen. I have a tape for your to hear. You didn't know it at the time, but I recorded our dinner conversation on Thursday night. You didn't notice the recorder under the table. You just ate like a pig, drank the drugged wine, and kept talking. Here's the tape."
After a click, Ben heard his own voice on the tape, and then Kathy's:
B: "I really got a lot of work done today. So I won't have to do any office work here, thank God."
K: "Oh, then you didn't spend the whole day flirting with the sexy paralegals in your office?"
B: "Sexy paralegals? Are you joking? Harriet was working with me today. She's as plain as they come. Not downright ugly, but just plain, with no figure, no bosom to speak of, in her mid-30's. She's more likely to win the lottery and be struck by lightening on the same day than to find a husband."
K: "Isn't there a tall blonde among the paralegals? I have picked you up at your office, remember."
B: "Oh, you mean Jane. She wasn't in today. She's blonde alright, I'll grant that, but she's a freak. I mean, a woman who stands 6'4" tall in her bare feet is a freak of nature. And what gigantic feet! I mean, yours are lovely, but perhaps just a tiny bit large. Hers are huge, just huge, and ugly besides. She has the bad taste to wear sandals in the summer, so I know. And she's the stereotypical dumb blonde, too. 20 years old, and she got the training as a paralegal after she flunked out of college."
K: "But I've seen one real beauty at your office myself. Her name was Alice. You can't deny that she has a pretty face and a stuning figure, can you?"
B: "Alice. Yes, she's got the face and body, and she's young, too, in her mid-20's. But she's even more stupid than Jane, which is saying a lot. She can't do anything right. And she's the office skank."
K: "Office skank? Her? She looks so innocent."
B: "Yeah, she looks innocent, but she's screwed every unmarried male partner in the firm. She's at our firm just to snag a rich husband, but who would want to marry a dumb slut like her?"
Ben heard a click as Kathy shut off the tape. He was covered with cold sweat, and trembling. He knew what was coming. He felt the blindfold being removed. He blinked as the light hurt his eyes. They adjusted, and he saw who was standing over him. His heart sank, and he actually began to cry.
Barbara, Kathy's younger sister, spoke to him.
"I gave these three women a ride here from the city this morning. Speaking with them on the way here, it was clear that they didn't like you much. It seems that you yell at the paralegals all the time, blame them for things that aren't their fault, and generally treat them like servants. But now that they've heard that tape, well, I don't think that they like you at all, not one little bit."
Harriet, Jane, and Alice smiled down at him in sadistic glee, as he continued to sob. Barbara left the room, remarking that she had to get back to the computer in the study. The other four women took up positions at his feet, ribs, collarbones, and underarms.
"Don't be such a baby," said Kathy, "stop your crying. They've all promised to abide by my rules, and one rule is not to leave any marks on you. So you'll get endless tickle torture, from all of us."
She patted him tenderly on the cheek. Then she spoke to the three paralegals.
"The idea is to drive him mad, absolutely insane, but not to let him faint again," said Kathy, "so follow my lead in when to slow up and keep him awake."
They all began to tickle him again. They were relentless, and had him on the edge of fainting in just a few minutes. But they carefully followed Kathy's direction, and did not allow him the relief of unconsciousness.
Ben was crying again, but now it was from laughing so hard. The filthy sock in his mouth was now soaked with his saliva, as all four of them continued to tickle and tickle. Harriet was running the forks, ever so intensely, all over his soles. Alice, who played the piano, was treating his rib cage as if it were a keyboard. Kathy was poking his underarms with the toothbrushes. Jane, digging her nails into his collarbones, looked into his eyes and spoke to him as she tickled.
"A freak of nature, am I? You're a real bastard, Ben, and you're in for it now. Tickle, tickle, tickle. God made me 6'4" tall, with size 14 feet. Tickle, tickle, tickle. If that's not to your liking, then you can climb up on a stool, and kiss my ass! Tickle, tickle, tickle. Actually, I have a better idea. From now on, all of your food will be licked from my bare feet. Tickle, tickle, tickle. Yes, that's a fitting punishment for your nasty remarks. Tickle, tickle, tickle. Is that alright, Kathy?"
"Sure, Jane, we can do that," said Kathy, "We'll just feed him stuff like peanut butter that can be spread on your soles. And he'll have to thank you for the privilege, too. But now he's overdue for another Viagra."
"But his erectionn hasn't changed since we got here," said Alice, "why another dose? He's fully, ummm, engorged now."
"I want to be sure that he stays that way, with no satisfaction possible," said Kathy.
They all laughed at him, and Alice gave his penis one stroke.
As the three paralegals continued to tickle him, Kathy untied the bandage around his head, and removed the sodden sock from his mouth. She left the room and came back with a bottle of water and the pill. They stopped tickling him just long enough for her to make him swallow the Viagra. Then they rotated positions, to each get to a different body part, and resumed his tickle torture.
Ben was going mad, unable to breathe well, unable to think clearly, unable to do anything but suffer, as eight hands tickled and tickled him, without any mercy. It went on for hours, but each minute again seemed like forever to Ben, as they tickled and tickled and tickled.
Barbara came back into the room, holding a digital camera.
"I succeeded," she said, and the other women all stopped tickling Ben and moved away from him.
Gratified for the relief, he barely noticed that Barbara snapped a few pictures from close range, and he was too far gone mentally to wonder why she wanted the photos, or what was the meaning of her statement. She left with the camera. He certainly did notice when the four others resumed tickling him. This time Kathy dug her nails into the ball of his left foot, Alice dragged both forks along the sole of his right foot, Jane poked the toothbrushes into his armpits, and Harriet tickled his collarbones with both hands.
Twenty minutes later, Barbara returned to the bedroom, and he have five tormentors--she attacked his ribs with gusto, and began to count them.
"One. Tickle, tickle, tickle. You have one big mouth, Benny, and it sure has made these women angry. Two. Tickle, tickle, tickle. You seem to have two balls, but, according to my big sister, in the colloquial sense, you have no balls. Three. Tickle, tickle, tickle. Your three coworkers here are out for revenge, and they are going to get it, too. Four. Tickle, tickle, tickle. This four-day weekend that you took is going to be no fun for you at all, is it? Five. Tickle, tickle, tickle. The five of us are going to tickle you into madness. We're going to tickle you insane. Six. Tickle, tickle, tickle. It's almost six o'clock now, when you'll get a one minute rest to swallow your next dose of Viagra. We do want you always erect. Seven. Tickle, tickle, tickle. From now on, you'll spend seven days a week regreting how badly you treated my sister. Eight. Tickle, tickle, tickle. The forks that Alice is using have a total of eight tines now scraping your sole. How does it feel? Nine. Tickle, tickle, tickle. If you were a cat, we'd tickle you to death nine times, instead of just once. Ten. Tickle, tickle, tickle. All ten of your toes are tied back, which makes your very sensitive soles very vulnerable indeed. Eleven. Tickle, tickle, tickle. Damn. I can't think of a good saying for eleven, so I'll just have to go back to one, and start over."
Suiting her actions to her words, Barbara moved her fingers from his 11th pair of ribs, near his armpits, back down to his first pair, near his belly.
"One," she said. "Tickle, tickle, tickle. You have one big mouth, Benny, and it's gotten into a heap of trouble. Two. Tickle, tickle, tickle. ..."
It was almnost 7pm when Barbara got up to his 11th pair of ribs for the fourth time, and they decided to give him his pill, and also his dinner.
With joy on her face, Jane removed her boots and socks, and sat in the chair near the top of the mattress. She thoroughly covered her large soles with peanut butter.
"Lick," she commanded, "lick off every speck!"
Ben licked and licked, slurping off the peanut butter, making sure that her left foot was clean of the sticky stuff, including her toes, which he sucked. As he began licking Jane's right foot, Alice left the room with an evil grin on her face. He licked Jane's right sole and sucked her toes, until she was satisfied that it was spotless. But she had smeared more peanut butter on her left foot while he was cleaning the right, and he had to start all over again. Amusing herself and prolonging his humiliation, she made him lick each foot three separate times. When Jane was finally satisfied, she spoke to him.
"What do you have to say to me, Ben?"
Remembering what Kathy had said earlier, Ben knew what to say.
"Thank you for the privilege of licking my dinner from your feet."
The women laughed at this, and he saw Alice grinning down at him.
"You need something to wash that down with," she said, producing an eight-ounce glass, slightly more than half full of her urine.
"So I'm a skank and a slut, am I? You shouldn't have believed all of the partners' boasting. They lie about me. You'll drink my piss as a punishment, and you'll drink it at every meal!"
"You'd better do it," said Kathy, "or I'll cancel that rule about no marks on you."
As all of the other women hooted in derision, Alice put the glass to his lips, and he drank every last drop.
Instead of asking him to speak, Alice kicked Ben in the chin, and looked down expectantly.
"Thank you for the privilege of drinking your piss," he managed to say.
The women all laughed at him again, and told him that they would eat their own dinners in shifts, so that at least three of them would be tickling him at all times, until midnight.
Harriet and Alice went to eat first, and the other three all began to tickle him again. Good to their word, they kept him in agony, laughing uncontrollably, with a large erection pointed upwards, and no satisfaction, until midnight. He again wished to faint, but they were too careful for that, and kept him awake and suffering.
At midnight, they put the blindfold back on him, and also a new diaper. They had him swallow one more dose of Viagra, so he would have to try to sleep with a huge erection.
[to be continued in this thread]
05-01-2003, 02:45 PM
Sunday, January 19, 2003
Ben was awakend at 8am by Jane and Alice. Jane had him swallow his first Viagra of the day, took off his disposable diaper, and wiped him off. Then she sat in the chair, smeared her soles with cold oatmeal, and ordered him to lick it off. As he licked and licked Jane's soles, and sucked on her toes, Alice reminded him just what he would have to drink afterwards.
"I peed quite a lot when I first woke up," she said, "and I had two cups of coffee at breakfast, with a very tall glass of orange juice. So there's a _lot_ more to come."
She laughed, and left the room. Jane smeared more oatmeal on her soles, and had Ben start licking all over again. It was nearly 9am when she was satisfied that he had sufficiently worshipped her feet, and allowed him to stop licking. He spoke without prompting.
"Thank you so much for the privilege of licking your feet."
Jane left the room to get Alice, and returned with all four of the other women--they were all done with breakfast. Alice, grinning, had two 8-ounce glasses in her hands. One was nearly full of her urine, and the other half full. All the women watched as Ben drank it all down, Alice holding the glasses for him. He had barely swallowed the last sip, when Kathy barked at him.
"What do you have to say to her, Ben? We don't have all day to wait for you to speak."
"Thank you so much for giving me your piss to drink, Alice," he said, with what he hoped was a sincere tone.
"You're learning to be polite," said Kathy, "but next time, you'll address her as 'Ms. Alice,' amd similarly for the rest of us."
Jane and Harriet picked up two forks each, and sat down near his feet. Barbara got in position to tickle his knees and thighs, and Alice sat next to his rib cage. At Kathy's nod, the four of them began to tickle him.
Kathy just watched as they tickled and tickled, enjoying the sight of Ben's uncontrollable laughter, his weakening struggles, and his large erection, bobbing in the empty air, unsatisfied.
After half an hour, Ben was reduced to the jelly state, just a quaking mass of ticklish flesh, his soles twitching helplessly as the four forks scraped over them, his knees quivering as ten fingers dug in behind them, and his ribs being treated as a piano keyboard by Alice's talented fingers.
Kathy now stood over his head, looking down into his face. She was frowning.
"I've already described to you, Benny-baby, how inadequate you were as my lover. But maybe that wasn't your fault, maybe you're just totally inept and untalented at screwing."
The other four laughed uproariously at this, but never stopped tickling him.
"Here's what _was_ your fault--entirely your fault, due to your extreme selfishness: You were never willing to give me oral sex. Never. Not even after I gave you what you yourself called 'the best blowjob I ever had.' Your outright refused to reciprocate. 'I just don't do that,' you said. Well, guess what, Benny-baby? Now, you do do that. Now, you're going to give me head."
Kathy, already barefoot, took off her blue jeans, and then her panties. She first sat on his chest, her legs extended past the top of the mattress. Then she moved forward, and sat on his face, smothering his mouth with her genitals.
"They're going to keep tickling you, without any pause, and you're going to give me five orgasms. Do you hear me? Five! Until I come for the fifth time, I'm going to sit right here. You're going to be tickled insane, while you give me pleasure with your tongue. If you suffocate, then we'll just bury you in the backyard. Lick away, Benny-baby!"
Ben was indeed having trouble breathing, but he tried to concentrate on the job at hand, or rather, at tongue. His poor tongue was already sore from licking Jane's large soles so much, but he licked and licked Kathy's clitoris, and the surrounding area, for all he was worth. The minutes passed.
"Yes, that's one! See, you can do it if you try hard enough."
Ben had felt the extra fluid dribble down his chin and onto his neck. He just kept licking, hoping for another climax for her.
It wasn't until 10:30am that Kathy called out, "That's two!"
The other women sometimes took a bathroom break, but only one at a time, so there were always at least three ticklers attacking him. He struggled to keep licking, but he really was barely able to breathe.
"Damn! I think he's fainted," said Kathy at 11am, still waiting for the third climax.
She got off of him, and stood up, apparently unphased by her nudity in front of the others.
"I don't really want to bury him in the backyard, so let him breathe, and we may as well give him another Viagra. He needs to be kept in utter frustration."
In five minutes he woke up, and was forced to swallow another pill, with another glass of Alice's urine. He hadn't even had time to open his mouth to thank her, when Kathy kicked him in the neck, and pointed to her.
"Thank you ever so much for allowing me to drink your piss, Ms. Alice," said Ben, "it was a great honor."
"You are to give thanks promptly, or I will kick you again, harder each time I need to do it," said Kathy, "and I do believe that you still owe me three orgasms."
She resumed her position sitting on his face, and the four others resumed tickling him, with zeal. The break had given Ben new energy, and he used it to lick with vigor. In just ten minutes, Kathy called out again.
"Three! Very nice, that was the best one yet. Actually, the sight of his degradation had me all excited before I even sat down again. It is so amusing to train him and punish him, I just love it."
The tickling was driving Ben mad, and his testicles ached from the endless unsatisfied erection that he had. But he desparately kept licking, in the hope that he would get a lunch break if he succeeded in giving Kathy two more climaxes. Thirty more minutes passed.
"Four," Kathy said, "but that one wasn't so great. I'll be honest, though, it was an orgasm, so it has to be counted. Four. Only one to go, Benny-baby, so go for it!"
But he was exhausted, and barely able to lick at all. He had given up, and was really just waiting to faint again, hoping for it. Kathy grabbed his hair, and firmly yanked his head against herself.
"Oh, no, baby, no more breaks for you," she said. "Either you get me off one more time, or be smothered right here."
At this warning, Ben began to lick again, in a panic, and kept at it. He licked and licked, and it seemed to go on forever. At 12:15pm, Kathy finally spoke again.
"Five! He did it, good, how fitting that he's finally given me some pleasure, while totally aroused and frustrated himself."
Kathy got up, and, picking up her clothes on the way out of the room, went to the bathroom to clean herself up and get dressed again. Ben had expected a lunch break, but the four ticklers just kept right on going. Harriet began to taunt him.
"You thought we would stop, didn't you? Tickle, tickle, tickle. We don't want to. Tickle, tickle, tickle. Because it's so much fun to tickle you. Tickle, tickle, tickle. We want to tickle you to death. Tickle, tickle, tickle. Because that's what you deserve. Tickle, tickle, tickle. So you're lucky that Kathy won't let us go that far. Tickle, tickle, tickle. Jane and I have been talking, while we scratched your soles bright red with the forks. Tickle, tickle, tickle. She's going to let me feed you lunch, off my bare soles. Tickle, tickle, tickle. And Alice said that you'll drink my piss after lunch. Tickle, tickle, tickle. Just so I can be part of your degradation. Tickle, tickle, tickle. Isn't that sweet of them? Tickle, tickle, tickle. You said such nasty things about me! Tickle, tickle, tickle. But lunch time is not now, no. I think that you need at least another hour of tickling before lunch. Tickle, tickle, tickle. At least!"
Kathy returned, and joined them, tickling his collarbones with all ten fingers. They were all having so much fun that they tickled him senseless, and didn't stop until 2:30pm.
Harriet sat in the chair at the head of the mattress and removed her boots and socks. Jane handed her the jar of peanut butter, and Harriet spread it all over her soles, and between her toes. She stuck one foot on Ben's mouth, and he began to lick the sole. The other women all went to eat their own lunch.
When they returned, half an hour later, Ben was licking her right sole clean as she applied more peanut butter to her left sole.
"This is quite pleasant," she told them, "very degrading for him, I like the idea of it, and the symbolism, but also pleasurable for me. I mean physically, I love the feel of his wet, soft tongue on my soles, and between my toes."
Satisfied that her right sole was again clean, Harriet switched feet. When Ben had thoroughly licked the left sole clean again, she very reluctantly got up, and padded to the bathroom in her bare feet.
She returned with a full cup of urine, and Kathy handed her a Viagra pill to give to Ben. This time, Ben spoke very quickly after finishing the urine in the glass.
"Thank you ever so much, Ms. Harriet, both for allowing me to lick your feet, and for giving me your piss to drink. It was a great honor."
Harriet planted one foot, in a triumphant pose, on his chest. She pressed down hard. Then she answered him.
"You're welcome, worm. If you'd always been so polite, then we wouldn't hate you so much."
Harriet went off to finally have her own lunch, while the others took up positions at Ben's feet, armpits, and ribs.
"It's a return to tickle hell for you, Benny-baby," said Barbara, as they all began to tickle him.
"Yes," said Kathy, "and we all had late lunches, so dinner time will be 8pm. Tickle, tickle, tickle. More than four hours from now, and all that time you'll be our tickle toy, Benny-baby. Tickle, tickle, tickle. Are you having fun yet? Tickle, tickle, tickle. You'll get no rest from us, no mercy. Tickle, tickle, tickle. Are you beginning to realize that we're through as a couple? Tickle, tickle, tickle. And after dinner, my dear sister has a surprise for you. Tickle, tickle, tickle. Here's a hint: You won't like it. Tickle, tickle, tickle. Such a ticklish baby boy! Tickle, tickle, tickle. Now I know why you forbade me to tickle you. Tickle, tickle, tickle. Because you are _so_ ticklish. Tickle, tickle, tickle. This must really be hell for you. Tickle, tickle, tickle. And it's going to stay that way. Tickle, tickle, tickle."
Twenty minutes later, things got worse for Ben, as Harriet returned and immediately attacked his collarbones. His torment went on and on, hour after hour, as the afternoon passed into the evening.
At twenty minutes to eight, Alice went off to microwave their dinners, returning at 8pm with Jane's dinner on a tray. Jane sat down in the chair, and smeared her soles with peanut butter. She began to eat from the tray as Ben began to lick and lick.
The other women left to eat in the dinig room. They had wine with their meal, and chatted. It was nearly 9pm when they all returned to the guest bedroom. Jane was standing on Ben, with one foot planted on his chest, and the other across both of his thighs.
"Trampling him is quite amusing, I'm glad you did it earlier, Harriet," she said, grinning. "It does take some balance to stand on him with both feet, and I'm sure it's quite painful for him. After he had licked my soles clean twice each, and sucked all of my toes, I decided to crush him like this. My having such big feet is to his advantage now, it spreads out my weight."
They all laughed at the sight of him, barely able to breathe with her size 14 foot pressing down on his chest.
"What do you have to say about Jane's feet now, Benny-baby?" asked Kathy. "Make it good, if she isn't satisfied with your statement, I can promise you that payment will come out of your hide."
"I am very, very sorry that I criticized your most lovely feet, Ms. Jane," said Ben. "I do apologize most humbly, and beg for your forgiveness. Your feet are very beautiful indeed, and it has been a great privilege to lick them, a very great privilege. And it is a joy to be trampled by them, and most fitting, because I deserve it."
"Are you satisfied, Jane?" asked Kathy, handing her a kitchen knife, "or would you like to take some vengeance out of his hide?"
"I guess that was ... just barely adequate, for an apology," said Jane, handing the knife back to Kathy.
Jane finally stepped off of him, and Ben breathed a sigh of relief.
Kathy handed another Viagra pill to Alice, who put it in Ben's mouth. She cheerfully produced two 8-ounce glasses, both nearly full of her urine.
"I had two glasses of wine, and lots of water, too," she explained.
The women laughed as Ben drank every last drop.
"Thank you very much for allowing me to drink your piss, Ms. Alice," he said quickly. "I am deeply honored."
"You're welcome, worm," said Alice, and put her foot on his chest, and then pressed down hard.
"Why don't you all trample him, while I get the surprise," said Barbara, as she left the room.
Alice kept her left foot on Ben's chest, and Jane put her right foot on the other side of his chest. Kathy put one foot on his left thigh, and Harriet one foot on his right thigh. They all pressed harder and harder, until he groaned in pain. They then eased up a little, and waited until Barbara returned.
"Very amusing," said Barbara, at the sight of all of them trampling him.
She sat down in the chair at the head of the mattress, put her own bare left foot on his forehead, and addressed him.
"Greetings, Ben, or should I call you 'Rover 1940 dash 25 dash 6'?"
She laughed as he gasped in horror.
"It wasn't hard to crack your password, not hard at all. I had the advantage of my sister writing down all the names, dates, and places that she knew you thought were important. So your password just turned out to be the name of the dog that you loved as a child, and a version of your father's birthday, written backwards. A pretty lame password for a big shot lawyer to use at his workplace. My fellow computer science majors at Smith College would be ashamed of me--it took me 40 minutes to crack your password, and log into your account remotely. Be that as it may, I _did_ log in as you, Ben. As far as the computer network at your firm was concerned, you logged in from this location, Ben. Would you like to see the email that I sent, from your own account at your own firm, to all of the female employees there? I do mean all, from the women senior partners down to the young woman who sorts the mail."
Barbara then removed her foot from Ben's head, and held a sheet of paper in front of his eyes. It was a close-up of Ben's erect penis and his testicles, and it included the distinctive strawberry birthmark on his right thigh. It did not show any of the bondage that he was in. The text, below the photo said this:
"See what I've got!!! You can have some--call me at 212-555-3141. Sent to you by: The World's Greatest Lover, King Benjamin the First"
The phone number was his private line at the firm, the one that rang directly on his desk. Only the most important clients were supposed to have that number. Of course, he realized, Kathy knew that number.
"Oh," added Barbara, "did I mention that I also sent this email to every client in your email address book? Male and female both. The three paralegals here will all file for arbitration for the sexual harrassment that you've committed against them, and I'm sure that many of the other women at the firm will do so, too."
"Yes, yes, yes!" said Alice, and Jane and Harriet made similar exclamations.
"The sexual harrassment," said Kathy, taking over the narrative from her sister, "will give them the excuse to fire you. The angry clients will demand that you be fired. And I suspect that the angriest will some of the older male clients, who might just be a bit homophobic. They'll be highly offended at what you've offered them some of."
She laughed at the thouht, and then went on.
"If you try to say that you didn't send the emails, well, keeping your password secret is your responsibility. And both Barbara and I are prepared to testify that you went into the study in this house, quite drunk as a matter of fact, and stayed at the computer for hours. Your goose is cooked, Benny-baby."
Ben realized that this was true, and began to cry, and then sob uncontrollably. All five women laughed and laughed at him. Alice gave his erect penis one stroke, and remarked that Viagra certainly did its job well.
They all took their feet off of him, sat down on the floor, and began to tickle him furiously. Kathy looked at her watch.
"Almost 10pm already. But, then, tomorrow is Martin Luther King, Junior's birthday, and none of us has to go to work. So let's give him a really brutal four-hour tickle torture session, to celebrate his coming unemployment."
And so they did, with only a brief pause at midnight, to give him more Viagra, and keep him in an erect but frustrated state.
[to be continued in this thread]
05-01-2003, 02:46 PM
Monday, January 20, 2003
The women all slept late, waking up between 10 and 11am. They drifted into the dining room for brunch. They took their time, having second cups of coffee, and recounting how much fun it had been, tickling Ben to within an iota of fainting, but keeping him awake and suffering, until 2am.
Finally, at 12:30, they packed all of their things, put them in the trunk of Kathy's car, and then went to look in on Ben.
They found him as they had left him, lying on the mattress in bondage, blindfolded and diapered, and gagged, with one of Kathy's dirty athletic socks in his mouth, sealed in by duct tape.
"Are you hungry, Benny-baby?" asked Kathy.
He nodded yes, unable to speak.
"Too bad," she said, "because none of us wants your foul tongue on our lovely soles today, and that is the only way you're allowed to eat here."
The women all laughed at him.
"But we will let you have a drink," said Barbara, "in fact, we'll insist on your having quite a lot to drink."
Kathy removed the duct tape and took out the gag. Then she gave him a Viagra pill, with a sip of water.
"That's the only water that you'll get," said Jane, "because we've prepared a special pitcher for you. Drink slowly now, small sips. And God help you if you spit any out. Swallow all that we give you, or I will really hurt you. Badly. And Kathy will let me do it. So drink every drop."
Ben could hear a glass being filled, by pouring, presumably from that pitcher. The glass was held to his lips, and he took a small sip. It was ghastly. Clearly it was mostly urine, but there was quite a bit of alcohol in it as well. They all laughed as he finished the first glass.
"It's three parts vodka to seven parts piss," said Kathy, "100 proof vodka, that is. That makes it 15% alcohol, a little stronger than wine. All five of us pissed in the pitcher this morning, and again after breakfast. Keep drinking, we want you quite intoxicated today."
Ben kept drinking, glass after glass, as Jane kept refilling the glass from the pitcher. He soon became quite drunk. He lost count of how many glasses he had consumed, and he urinated into his diaper. Jane made him drink more and more. Finally, he was so drunk that he passed out, unconscious in a drunken stupor.
He didn't notice when they removed his diaper and cleaned him up. He didn't notice when they removed all of the elastic bandages, unlocked the stocks and the wrist cuffs, and left him lying there in only a blindfold.
He was still unconscious when they carried him to his own car, and tossed him down on the back seat, wrapped in a blanket, naked and blindfolded. They threw one set of his clothes, and his wallet, on the floor of the back seat. The rest of his luggage, they put into the trunk.
Jane sat next to him, with one leg over him, keeping him from rolling off the seat. Barbara drove the car, and Kathy drove her own car, following Barbara, with Harriet and Alice as her passengers.
An hour later, on a rural stretch of road with no houses, Barbara pulled off the road, onto some grass, and gently rolled the car into a tree. She and Jane carried Ben to the driver's seat, poured some straight vodka down his throat, and some all over him. They tossed the empty bottle on the floor near his feet, and belted him in. He groaned, and vomitted, but they got out of the way in time and were not soiled. They took off the blindfold and left him, naked, with the gear shift in 'Park', the engine running, and the heater going full blast.
Then Barbara and Jane got into Kathy's car, joining the other three women. They began the long ride back to NY City, stopping at a pay phone thirty minutes later. They made an anonymous report to the police station of the town where they had left Ben. They said that they had passed a car that had run into a tree, gave the name of the road, and hung up.
Then they laughed and laughed, all the way back to the city.
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