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"The Tickling Prince 3" starring an All-Star cast

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JENNIFER LOVE HEWITT
KIRSTEN DUNST
MANDY MOORE
JESSICA SIMPSON
BEYONCE KNOWLES
JESSICA BIEL
SHANNON ELIZABETH


Starring in

The Tickling Prince 3
(ticklish celebrity fiction)




It was a perilous time in the great kingdom. A cunning, enchanting warrior princess from a far away land had challenged the throne of King Omni Lar and plunged the peaceful kingdom into a turbulent war. The princess came from a mysterious island populated by nothing but beautiful women. Her plan was to conquer the great kingdom and turn all the men into slaves.
So far, the king’s army had made His Majesty proud by winning most of the hard-fought battles against the gallant, highly-skilled amazons, although recent intelligence gathering uncovered a group of spies that had penetrated some of their defenses. Jennifer Love Hewitt, Kirsten Dunst, Mandy Moore, Jessica Simpson, Beyonce Knowles, Jessica Biel, and Shannon Elizabeth were a collection of she-spies dispatched by the princess to pose as bar wenches.
They were discovered when Jessica Simpson inadvertently placed sensitive information inside the wrong pouch outside her tent late one night. The women were later captured and brought before the king. Omni Lar demanded that the spies reveal their battle plans at once, but Jennifer, Kirsten, Mandy, Jessica, Beyonce, Jessica, and Shannon all refused, pledging their allegiance to their princess. The outraged ruler then threw them all into his deepest and darkest dungeon.
His Majesty later counseled with his most trusted advisors on what to do with the stubborn bunch. Prince Politi Sar, the king’s secretary of state and youngest son, suggested that the seven women be placed in the custody of Prince Kitzel Lar for interrogation. It was a brilliant idea. Kitzel Lar was known for not only having a way with women, but for also having an insatiable tickling fetish.
Many an occasion the “tickling prince” would summon beautiful young women throughout the land to his pleasure chamber. There, he would have them strip down to their bras and panties, restrain them in various bondage, and then tickle-torture them ’til his heart’s content. It was all in good fun, and there were even a few lovely wenches who enjoyed being tickled all over, and requested to be one of Kitzel Lar’s many tickle toys. But he never meant to harm anyone; he was as gentle as a summer breeze. This time though he would have to be a ruthless interrogator, using tickling as a weapon, and possibly save his father’s threatened kingdom.
The surprisingly powerful females determinedly fought the guards as they were dragged kicking and screaming into Kitzel Lar’s private chambers. Shannon bit one of the guards hard on the forearm, breaking the skin and drawing blood. Beyonce managed to swiftly kick another guard in his groin causing his knees to buckle. The defiant, half-naked hotties were eventually forced on their backs onto these plush, cushioned tables in the center of His Majesty‘s tickle chamber.
Their arms were stretched behind their heads, their wrists were tied with velvet bands to one end of the table, and their ankles were subsequently tied together at the other end. Each prisoner’s big toes were tied together with another piece of velvet rope at one end and with the other end being tied around the rope that was tied around their ankles; this left the soles of their feet helplessly exposed.
From behind a canvas curtain in front of them, the silhouette of Prince Kitzel Lar came into view. Steadily, he walked out from behind the curtain and gazed upon his captive amazons. An indubitably impressive sight of boldness they were, even as the seven young women lay secure in bondage, clad only in skimpy, sexy, bikini-like garb. His Majesty was reluctant to proceed with something so contrary to his nature, but still committed to the cause of defending his father’s kingdom.
“Well, look what we have here...” Kitzel Lar mocked as he walked ominously around them, his expression measured with a hint of seduction, “...a few captured spies...seven beautiful spies, I might add.” He stopped when he was back in front of them, and stood facing them. Jennifer, Kirsten, Beyonce, and Jessica Simpson tugged hard against the velvet ropes straining with grunts of exertion. Mandy, Shannon, and Jessica Biel grimaced eerily at the prince.
“I believe you have some information for me,” he said.
The prince waited patiently for any one of them to answer, looking into each woman’s eyes with grave purpose, but they all remained silent.
“Very well. It is not within my disposition to use something I hold as a playful ritual in a mean-spirited way, but if you refuse to cooperate you leave me no choice but to use more persuasive methods to extract the information. Now I’m giving you all one last chance...what are your battle plans?”
Still the spies were defiant, staring back at the prince with cold, dark glares, but then finally Shannon Elizabeth spoke out. “Do to us as you please. Your harmless methods of torture will never break us. We are strong, indomitable warriors who will soon conquer your kingdom and men will be our slaves forever.”
“We’ll see about that,” said the prince.
He then clapped his hands twice and two hooded guards emerged from behind the curtain. Both had a bucket of brine in hand. The guards approached the bound women, with one guard starting at one end, standing in front of Jennifer’s exposed soles, the other hooded man stood at the other end in front of Shannon’s buttery soft foot bottoms.
Sitting in the buckets of brine were soaked brushes which the men in turn used to cover each woman’s feet with the salt and water mixture. Kitzel Lar observed his prisoners as a coat of brine was applied to their soles, their toes, and even the sides of their feet. He watched their reactions to see if even the strokes of the brushes tickled them, but neither woman moved a muscle; their feet didn’t twitch, their toes didn’t wiggle.
Shannon, Mandy, Jessica Biel, and Beyonce just stared pokerfaced at the ceiling without a hint of ticklishness. Only Jessica Simpson, Kirsten, and Jennifer kept their eyes shut as the brine-soaked brushes dragged across their soles; perhaps they were concentrating, trying not to react to the tickling sensations imposed on the bottoms of their feet.
“I’ll soon find out which of you has ticklish feet,” teased Kitzel Lar.
At another double clap of the prince’s hands, seven goats were led one by one into the midst of the pleasure chamber. They were each positioned in front of the susceptible soles of each of the seven prisoners, and eventually began licking the brine off their feet with lively tongues.
Kitzel Lar watched as Jessica Biel, Mandy, Beyonce, and Shannon remained stoic, but Jennifer, Kirsten, and Jessica Simpson seemed to tense up a little with each successive lick of the goats’ unrelenting tongues. The prince paced back and forth forebodingly behind them, occasionally bending over to whisper taunts in their ears.
“I know this tickles you,” he told Jessica Simpson. She screwed her face up, keeping her eyes closed, and biting her lower lip; her body trembled as she tried her best to remain still.
His attention quickly turned to the sexy brunette Jennifer Love Hewitt when he noticed her body twitching spasmodically as the goats licked her feet; the corners of her mouth turned up in a smile, but shortly returned to a frown when she resisted the urge to laugh.
“Tickle, tickle, tickle,” teased the prince, standing behind the petite beauty. “I think someone here is ticklish on their feet.”
“You’re wasting your time,” Jennifer replied with a trembling grunt.
Suddenly, an irrepressible titter escaped Kirsten’s lips, who was tied down next to Jennifer, and Kitzel Lar now focused on the pretty blonde with the girl-next-door quality. Her chest heaved hurriedly as she breathed through her nose in rapid, anxious snorts.
“Oooh, I think Kirsten here is reeeally ticklish on the bottom of her feet,” teased the prince.
“Give it up, Kitzel Lar,” she responded with a shuddering grunt, “your feeble attempt at torturing us for information is harmless. You men are doomed to be our slaves.”
“You’re gravely mistaken, my dear,” said the prince. “It is you who are doomed to be my slaves...my tickle slaves.”
A moment went by. Jennifer, Jessica Simpson, and Kirsten were still putting up a fight against the tickling sensations inflicted upon their tender, young soles by the licking goats, but it would only be a matter of time before the three succumbed to the maddening tickle-torture.
As for Mandy, Beyonce, Shannon, and Jessica Biel, the foot-tickling didn’t seem to be fazing them at all. They were just as straight-faced and composed as they were when the goats first licked their bare feet. Kitzel Lar realized he would have to investigate their bodies in search of more sensitive areas.
With a double clap of his hands, the prince summoned his lovely assistant and frequent tickle victim Zira, and soon the beautiful redhead sexily emerged from behind the curtain. She went and stood by His Majesty’s side.
“Yes, my prince,” said Zira.
“I need you, my dear,” said the prince. “It appears we have a few spies here that are tougher nuts to crack than I thought.”
“Oh, really?”
“Yes,” the prince replied, “we must find out exactly where Shannon, Beyonce, Mandy, and Jessica Biel here are ticklish, but first, it’s time to recoat their soles.”
Then the prince clapped his hands twice, prompting his chamber guards to pull the goats away from the prisoner’s soles. A fresh coat of brine was quickly brushed all over the bottoms of their feet. The goats were then repositioned at the women’s soles. Jennifer, Kirsten, and Jessica Simpson all thought they’d be used to the tickle torture by this point, but when the goats resumed it was as if they were touched for the very first time; it became even more challenging for the three women to keep their composure than before.
Jessica’s body began to shake like a washing machine with an uneven load. Her eyes remained tightly shut, and her breaths were as rhythmic and manic as a pregnant woman going into labor. Kirsten’s fists clenched even tighter, her nails biting into her palms. She jerked head from side to side, grunting desperately. But Jennifer would be the first to succumb to His Majesty‘s infamous tickle torture. The luscious brunette exploded with a mirthful rush of screaming laughter.
“AAAAHAHAHA! AAAAHAHAHA! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! STOP IIIIIIIIIIIITTT!”
Kitzel Lar was taken by surprise witnessing the radical transformation of his prisoner‘s facial expression. He never expected such a solemn warrior to have such a lovely, radiant smile. Jennifer practically lit up the room with her darling smile. Not long after, the equally fated Kirsten and Jessica Simpson buckled. No sound escaped Jessica’s lips, but her beautiful face displayed the satisfying sight of silent laughter while Kirsten subsided into a funny-sounding hiccupping laugh.
Then the prince approached the hysterically giggling Jennifer Love Hewitt readily expecting compliance and said “Tell me what your battle plans are, Jennifer, and I will remove the goats from your terribly ticklish feet. I know tickling is torture for you.”
“ *gasp* heeheeheehahahahahahahahaHAHA *gasp* DON’T tell him ANYthing, Jennifer, aaaaaaaagh hahahaaaaaaaa,” cackled Jessica Simpson.
“ *hiccup* *gasp* DEFEND YOUR HONOR, SOLDIER, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA *gasp* RESIST! EEEEEEEEEEEK! HAHAHAAAAAAAAA,” shouted Kirsten.
“I’LL NEVER TELL! I’LL NEVER TELL! HEEHEEHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” Jennifer screamed.
“Have it your way, you stubborn beauties, but I know how horribly ticklish you three are on the bottoms of your buttery soft feet. You will beg for mercy and give me the information I want. I assure you,” said the prince.
But, the trio of formidable amazons reduced to helplessly ticklish little babies could only answer His Majesty with peels of maniacal, screaming laughter. Then Kitzel Lar’s attention turned to the remaining four prisoners. Mandy, Beyonce, Jessica Biel, and Shannon were seemingly unaffected by the prolonged foot-tickling, but the prince wasn’t giving up so easily. He had yet to trek the uncharted regions of their upper body, especially their deliciously-exposed underarms.
The prince called upon his trusty (and herself exceptionally ticklish) assistant Zira. He instructed her to approach the bound and painfully sexy Mandy Moore while he went over to where the still stoic Jessica Biel, Shannon, and Beyonce were captive.
“Perhaps you four aren’t as ticklish on the soles of your feet as your comrades are, but my lovely assistant and I will exploit your upper body, and soon expose you for the deathly ticklish ladies that I know you are,” said the prince.
“Jennifer, Kirsten, and Jessica Simpson are weak, Kitzel Lar, but the rest of us are certainly impenetrable,” said Shannon. “Your efforts to break us are absolutely useless. You and your father will kneel before us and our princess.”
“We’ll see,” the prince responded.
Inevitably, His Majesty’s seductive aide Zira began teasingly walking her fingers down Mandy’s slender, tied-up arms and ultimately arriving in the creamy smooth indentations of her underarms. Zira could feel Mandy’s body tense up as she briskly walked her digits along the brunette’s armpits, but the staid warrior didn’t crack a ticklish smile.
Zira then moved down to try squeezing the sides of Mandy’s waist in an erratic manner, right above the hip bone. This spot proved to be a little more sensitive. She fidgeted briefly then managed to remain fairly calm, although Zira did notice Mandy nervously licking and contorting her lips; she clinched her fists and her eyes kept closed.
“Oooh, I think someone here is reeeally ticklish,” Zira said, enticingly.
“Nonsense!” Mandy grunted. “Your silly method of torture bores me.”
The prince now made his move, positioning himself between the tables were Jessica Biel and Shannon were tied down on.
“This is going to be quite a ticklish experience for you two,” warned Kitzel Lar.
The hot twosome remained defiant, their bodies outwardly relaxed; Jessica Biel merely rolled her eyes at the prince as Shannon yawned mockingly. Then beginning at the sides of their waists, just above their hip bones, Kitzel Lar dexterously scrabbled his fingers like scurrying tarantulas, concentrating on that one spot.
“Is that supposed to tickle me?” Shannon mocked.
Gradually, the royal digits roamed across Shannon and Jessica Biel’s silky, toned bellies, looking to produce spasmodic quivers underneath his touch. Then Zira went over to the yet to be tickled Beyonce. She smiled menacingly at the ebony beauty, wiggling sinister fingers in front of her; the unmoved prisoner just stared blankly at the prince’s assistant. Zira then lowered her fingers down on the sides of Beyonce’s ribcage and began tickling her.
“Everybody’s ticklish right here, Beyonce. I bet I’ll get you to talk,” said Zira.
“That doesn’t tickle,” said Beyonce, rolling her eyes in disdain.
The prince continued his finger crawl about Shannon and Jessica Biel‘s tummies, spiraling ever so closely to their invitingly exposed bellybuttons.
“There’s a spot on woman’s body so ticklish, the slightest touch can drive her to the edge of insanity,” warned the prince as he proceeded to use his thumbs and forefingers to deftly fondle the depths of their navels.
His Majesty watched as Jessica Biel’s body seem to tense up a little; she shut her eyes and cleared her throat. Shannon abruptly shut her eyes as well, taking in deep, somewhat labored breaths.
Zira steadily dropped her fingers down to Beyonce’s waist, vigorously squeezing the sides. The exotic hottie fidgeted momentarily and a bothered grunt escaped her lips, but she was determined to maintain her poise. Shannon and Jessica Biel were beginning to show signs that the prince’s incessant tickling of their bellybuttons was having an effect on them. His digits fiddled faster, feeling as if a tiny butterfly were trapped in their ticklish canyons. Their eyes kept closed, but their faces grimaced with stress, and they began sucking air strenuously through their teeth.
Now Zira left Beyonce alone for a moment to return to Mandy who bore a defiant frown at the woman when she approached her.
“I haven’t forgotten about you, dear,” Zira teased. “Let’s see how much raspberries tickle you.”
Mandy gulped hard then Zira bent over and pressed her lips to Mandy’s bellybutton and began blowing raspberries in that dreadfully sensitive spot. The dark-haired prisoner immediately tensed up, her body trembled desperately as she tried to contain the flood of ticklish laughter she was holding back. But, the prince’s lovely aide wasn’t about to let up; she continued blowing long raspberries all over Mandy’s tummy while verbally taunting the girl.
“You are a ticklish one, aren’t you, my dear?” teased Zira.
“You’re delusional,” came from the captured spy’s anguished face in a buckling grunt.
But with each titillating kiss on Mandy’s tender flesh it became more and more difficult for her to put up a fight against Zira’s strategic raspberry assault until finally, Mandy exploded in a fit of maniacal, high-pitched laughter.
“HAHA *gasp* AAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! STOP! PLEEEEEEEEEEASE!”
“Tell me what your battle plans are,” demanded Zira.
“NOOOOOOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO! AAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I MUSTN'T!”
“Tell me!”
“HEEHEEHAHAHAHAHA! I WON’T HAHAHAHAHAHA AAAAAAAAAAAAGH! I WON’T TELL!”
The Prince’s devious digits now journeyed up to the bare armpits of Shannon and Jessica Biel. He began at the crest, expertly dragging his index fingers down to the base of their smooth hollows and back up again. This new area being brazenly exploited pushed the beautiful twosome to their limits. From the first stroke, Jessica Biel reflexively jerked her head to the side and uttered a tortured moan. Shannon fought gallantly against the unbearably ticklish sensations being imposed on her helpless armpit; she reflexively arched her back in agony, letting out a desperate moan of her own.
“No spot is more ticklish than under the arms,” taunted Kitzel Lar, relentless in his armpit tickling.
The prince’s lovely helper returned to the table where Beyonce lay bound like a sacrificial virgin.
“Do you want to talk now or do I have to blow raspberries on your little tummy?” Zira said in her sexily devilish tone.
“You’re wasting your time. I’m not ticklish,” insisted Beyonce.
“We’ll see about that.”
Zira bent over and landed a huge vibrating kiss on the cocoa butter flesh of the detainee’s taut belly. The gorgeous spy reflexively jerked her head to the side and cracked a smile. She fidgeted and twisted as much as her bondage allowed, trying as best she could to keep a straight face.
Her fellow moles Shannon and Jessica Biel weren’t so indomitable though. Their pitiable, whining groans became more and more uncontainable with each passing moment, especially when His Majesty reached over to torture both girls’ in their other vulnerable pit. Jessica Biel reflexively arched her back and stifled and scream when this freshly touched area was manipulated while Shannon reflexively tugged hard against her bondage, futilely trying to pull down her arm to protect her utterly ticklish pit.
Prince Kitzel Lar went back and forth from their left pits to their right and back again, alternating lone finger scrabbling with five finger dragging, until the slender, blonde hottie Jessica Biel exploded with a barrage of hard belly laughs.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! *gasp* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! *hiccup* ”
And not long after Jessica Biel succumbed to the irresistible armpit tickling inflicted upon her by His Majesty, the brown sugar Barbie doll Beyonce could no longer put up a fight against Zira’s tactical raspberry onslaught, and burst into a fit of shrill, madcap giggling herself.
“HEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK! HEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE! *gasp* ”
Shannon sucked in air through her teeth with prenatal-like panting, beads of sweat forming on her brow. The tension in her body from her defiance showed on her grimacing, reddened face as the determined prince continuously stroked the woman’s underarms like a detailed painter until the sexy Shannon collapsed into an adorable display of silent laughter.
Now the once seemingly indestructible amazons Shannon, Beyonce, Mandy, and Jessica Biel had joined their fellow spies Jennifer, Kirsten, and Jessica Simpson as being reduced to a bunch of ticklish, giggling little schoolgirls. All the prince needed to do now was torture the women to the point where at least one of them disclosed the information regarding their battle plans in exchange for sweet mercy.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! *gasp* ENOUGH! *gasp* ENOUGH,” cackled Jessica Biel.
“Are you ready to talk now?” Kitzel Lar asked.
“NO! *gasp* I CAN’T HEEHEEHAHA TELL YOU ANYTHING HAHAHAAAAAAAGH!”
“Talk, Shannon,” demanded the prince. “Tell me what your battle plans are!”
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! HEEHEE! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK! NEVER!”
“Brrrrrrrrrrr! I know how much these raspberries tickle you, Beyonce,” teased Zira. “Just tell me what your plan of attack is, and I’ll stop mine.”
“AAAAAAAHHHH HEEHEEHEEHEEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! *gasp* NO! *gasp* NEVER! HEEHEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH,” giggled Beyonce.
The prince now abandoned Shannon’s and Jessica Biel’s armpits to concentrate on their lower tummies below the bellybutton, just above their pubic lines. He squeezed mercilessly in that tender spot, driving the poor girls to frenzied screams.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! HAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! STOP,” shrieked Jessica Biel.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAGH! *gasp* NO MORE,” howled Shannon.
Then Zira revisited Mandy. She immediately went to work on her helplessly exposed underarms, methodically groping the newly touched hollows, and plunging the sexy brunette into peels of hysterical screaming laughter.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! HAHA! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! STOP!” Mandy shrieked.
“Reveal you battle plans now, Mandy, and I’ll spare your terribly ticklish armpits,” said Zira.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! *gasp* I CAN’T! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! *gasp* I MUSTN'T!”
The seven beautiful warriors were all a tickled mess now, but still urged one another to not give in to the royal interrogation by staying strong and remaining silent. Jennifer, Kirsten, and Jessica Simpson were nearly about to pass out from the lapping goats’ tongues that pitilessly tickled their feet; their sultry, exhausted bodies writhed in ticklish agony.
“PLEASE! *gasp* HAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! *gasp* I’VE HAHAHA HAD ENOUGH! AAAAAAAAGH! HEEHEE,” begged Kirsten.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! HAHAHAHAAAAAGH! *hiccup* MERCY! PLEEEEEASE HAHAHAHAHAHA *gasp* ,” pleaded Jennifer.
“Tell us what we want to know and you will be granted mercy,” said the prince.
“AAAAAAAAAAAGH! HAHAHAHAHAHA! I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE! I’LL TALK!” Jessica Simpson announced.
“NOOOO! DON’T DO IT, JESSICA,” begged Beyonce.
“YOU MUST RESIST,” pleaded Mandy.
“STAY STRONG, SOLDIER! DON’T TELL THEM ANYTHING,” demanded Shannon.
“I’M SORRY! HEEHEEHAHAAAAAAAA! *gasp* IT TICKLES TOO MUCH,” said Jessica Simpson.
“Tell me the battle plans of your princess now, Jessica, and this will all be over,” the prince promised.
“EEEEEEEEEEK! HEEHEEHEEHEEHEEEEEE! *gasp* WE PLAN TO ATTACK FROM THE FAR EAST SIDE IN SEVEN DAYS HEEHEEHAHAHAHAHAHA! *gasp* IT IS THE MOST VULNERABLE AND LEAST GUARDED SIDE OF YOUR KINGDOM! AAAAAAAAGH! HEEHEE!”
Soon after, Prince Kitzel Lar informed his father the king of the princess’ plan of attack. King Omni Lar had one thousand of his best men prepare to thwart the amazon army’s invasion of the far east villages in seven days. The fifteen hundred women fought courageously, but in the end they were no match for King Omni Lar’s swordsmen. The surviving opposition, including Her Majesty the princess herself, were all taken prisoner.
The king found the princess guilty of trying to overthrow his government and sentenced her and her amazons to five years in his deepest darkest dungeons. There, they were placed in the custody of Prince Kitzel Lar who now had to train several of his palace guards in the fine art of tickling to handle the four hundred captured amazons. The women were tickle-tortured daily all over their sensitive, soft, well-toned bodies.
Of ’course, some were able to resist the dexterous tickling longer than others, but eventually the beautiful warriors were all reduced to a bunch of squealing, pleading, ticklish little girls. Even Her Majesty the amazon princess was discovered to be extremely ticklish on the bottoms of her tender feet. Prince Kitzel Lar took it upon himself to personally tickle torture her in his private pleasure chamber. The great kingdom became a peaceful domain once again and the once threatening race of amazons were learning a ticklish lesson they’d never forgot.




THE END
 
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