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“The Channel 9 News Team” Part 8 (*/f)

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“The Channel 9 News Team” Part 8


*This story was requested by a TMF member. It was written based off of that member’s interests so if you don’t like what it’s about, keep it to yourself. The news station and all characters are fictional. We made up every name and description so if they match a news team somewhere, it is completely coincidental. And you should let me know so I can buy a Powerball ticket because what are the odds of that? FAIR WARNING: This story is EXTREMELY dark and should not be read by anyone...ever.


Stacy coughed and gagged as she was forced to take the entirety of Ahmed’s cock in her mouth. He was larger than any other guy she had been with and simply put, Stacy ran out of room in her mouth. Her dazzling smile that used to light up the broadcast as she reported the weather now was stretched wide as the sheik’s thick shaft slid past her unwilling lips. Stacy felt the bulbous tip of her master’s penis slide effortlessly down the back of her lubricated throat, inducing her gag reflex. And to make matters worse, Stacy was in her usual hogtie position on the edge of Ahmed’s large bed. It was his favorite position to put her in when he wanted a blowjob from the former weather girl. Stacy’s head hung off the bottom edge of the bed and her feet were in a perfect place for Ahmed to tickle them. The added vibrations from her wild laughter combined with her gagging made the sheik rock hard every time. Stacy was starting to develop a phobia of having her feet tickled because of all the sadistic tickle abuse she had suffered at Ahmed’s hands during her weeks here at his palace. But having him casually tickle her feet while he was distracted by her mouth was a hell of a lot better than being restrained and getting his full focus on her soles.

Next to Stacy on the bed was her fiancé, Matt. He was tied spread eagle next to her and completely nude except for the metal chastity cage fastened around his cock. Stacy’s former coworker Abby was kneeling between Matt’s legs and teasing him to no end. The redheaded slave had been instructed to torment and edge Stacy’s fiancé as he was forced to watch her get fucked. Abby did as she was told and used her tongue to flick and lick all over the head of Matt’s penis, the only part that was sticking out of the small, curved contraption. Matt wailed in agony. Partly because the constant teasing on the head of his penis without release was making his shaft and balls expand against their metal prison until it seemed they would burst through it. And partly because he was forced to watch the love of his life take a giant cock in her mouth.

Abby was rolling her tongue around the tip of Matt’s dick, which was turning dark red from all the stimulation. In the chastity cage, he simply could not straighten his penis out to ejaculate though. Abby could tease him and suck on the head of his cock for hours and he was powerless to release his load. Ahmed enjoyed having Abby tease Matt right beside him because he had a great view of her impressively large ass up in the air. Sometimes he would reach over and spread Abby’s cheeks apart to get a look at her cute, little asshole.

Ahmed pulled his cock out and climbed onto the bed behind Stacy. He slipped his penis between her arches and started pumping it back and forth between her adorable size 7.5 soles. He reached down and began tickling his fingers along her arches and below her toes, making Stacy arch her back and scream in ticklish hell. She squirmed and jolted repeatedly but the intense feeling would not subside. Ahmed came quickly and coated her pristine soles with his cum. He made sure to jerk his shaft so that every bit of his jizz was out and on the weather girl’s feet.

Ahmed left the room to see to other business but sent in some of his beautiful attendants to see to escort Abby out. Ahmed employed several females at his palace. Arab women that were not his slaves but were the daughters and nieces of his friends and associates. He paid their families handsomely for their use and never used them like he did his American tickle slaves he had purchased. The attendants were treated with a level of respect but were expected to wear nothing but harem pants. The female servants wore a dark purple color and would walk around topless. Ahmed only ever punished them with tickling if they didn’t work as they were told, but that was seldom.

Stacy was taken by the servant girls to be cleaned. Once Stacy was scrubbed clean in the wash room, the servant girls escorted her to Ahmed’s private quarters. The room was quite large and well decorated, giving it an overwhelming feeling of grandeur. Stacy had never been allowed in there and was quite shocked when she walked in.

As Stacy walked and continued to scan the room, she almost felt her heart stop when she noticed what was protruding from the wall. The wall was no ordinary wall. It was organized in a grid pattern with double port holes just big enough for a pair of ankles set at measured intervals up the wall and across it. Stacy quickly estimated that there were probably 12 separate sets of ankle holes spanning the width of the wall, starting around approximately three feet off the floor. And then each column had 3 separate sets of ankle holes going up, each spaced about two feet apart in all directions. Stacy figured there were about 36 slots for Ahmed’s tickle slaves to be entrapped in the wall.

Stacy looked around in horror as she observed how many of the slots were occupied with pairs of feet sticking out of the wall. Not every slot, but a good many of them were filled. Stacy scanned the wall and noticed there were feet of all shapes and sizes protruding forth. Small, dainty soles and large, meaty ones. Slender soles and wide soles. Pale, tan, and black skin. Ahmed certainly had a wide selection of tickle toys to choose from.

There were video monitors installed above each slot. The screens were black for now and Stacy could only imagine why they would be there. Ahmed summoned her forth to him. Stacy timidly walked forward and assumed she would be required to give her master his second blowjob of the day but at least she wouldn’t be in that horrid wall. The second blowjob always took forever after she had drained his balls the first time. Stacy would suck and suck and suck but they usually went on for quite a while. Her cheeks and jaw got sore after a while but a little soreness was perfectly fine with her as long as it kept Ahmed away from her feet.

Ahmed pressed a button and in walked dozens of his beautiful attendants, all wearing purple harem pants and nothing else. They brought with them carts filled with tickling supplies. Stacy was starting to get familiar with the tools of the trade so to speak. There were feathers, string, brushes of all shapes and sizes, paintbrushes, pipe cleaners, oils and lotions, and electric toothbrushes.

Ahmed pressed another button and the monitors started to come on. He came down and stood by Stacy to watch her reaction. As Stacy watched the small monitors come to life slowly but surely, she was shocked to see some familiar faces. Several of the monitors were her former coworkers from Channel 9! But how were they all here?! How long had they been here?!

Ahmed knew what Stacy was thinking and already began to answer her questions. He explained, “Your friends are with me now. I bought them from the other owners. The investigation was leading police too close to the women’s whereabouts. Some protective measures had to be taken as you can understand. Bringing them here severely hinders the American police from ever finding them. The sports team owner was not so good under pressure when questioned. He was making things dangerous for all of us involved. I had to take some measures to ensure this arrangement was not discovered. You might notice your boss’ stripper friends up in the top right boxes. They were expendable assets that nobody in society would miss. So I brought them here to make sure the police never talked to them.”

Stacy looked up and sure enough, there were the two strippers, Tyesha and Carmen, on the monitors in the upper right slots. Their bare feet sticking out of the wall waiting to be tickled. Ahmed also pointed to another woman on the left side of the middle row. “The sports man was silenced but his wife was also a liability. She was brought here as well so that she couldn’t retaliate against us by cooperating with the police,” Ahmed explained matter of factly as if he was discussing trading stocks. Stacy looked to where Ahmed was pointing and saw Vicky on one of the screens. Her feet were sticking out of the wall completely vulnerable to the merciless tickling that was about to take place.

Ahmed returned to his seat and beckoned Stacy to come over to him. After being there for weeks, Stacy knew what he wanted without him even saying anything. She gladly undid his pants and opened as wide as she could. Stacy slipped her mouth over the head of her master’s dark-colored cock. She could feel the girth against the sides of her cheeks as she began orally stimulating Ahmed with her skilled tongue. Stacy thought about how her mouth used to be known for her amazing smile and her skilled delivery of the weather under the pressure of being on live television. But now her skilled mouth was only used to see how many times she could get her master to blow his load in it.

An attendant came over and knelt down behind Stacy. She began lightly tickling Stacy’s soles, causing the unsuspecting weather girl to yeep and giggle. She kicked her feet about behind her but the attendant girl quickly held them still and continued trickling her fingernails along the bottoms of them. “Oh great, it’s going to be one of those tickling blowjobs again,” Stacy thought as she tried to remain focused and suck Ahmed’s penis the way he liked.

Ahmed gave the signal and the tickling commenced. He turned the sound on all the monitors so the victims’ laughing and screaming could be heard. The attendants began grabbing tickling tools and going over to victims. They knelt down to tickle the women on the bottom row and even the ones on the top row could be reached easily. Stacy tried to block out the uproar of laughter and wild shouting behind her. It was horrible to listen to, especially knowing that her coworkers were targets once again.

Stacy took Ahmed’s erect member into her mouth over and over as she sucked on it, slurped all over it, drooled on it, licked it, and spit on it. She was trying her best to give him the most mind-blowing head she could every time so that he spared her from tickling. The attendant continued to tickle her feet though and the sensations were making her laugh and gag on Ahmed’s penis. He must have enjoyed the sensations though because Stacy could feel Ahmed stiffening more and more.

Before too long, Ahmed was ready to cum again. The sight of all his tickle slaves being tormented combined with Stacy blowing him as she was tickled was enough to send him over the edge. Ahmed grabbed the sides of Stacy’s head, which meant he was about to push his penis into her mouth as far as it would go and start cumming. Stacy frantically tried to plead with him by saying, “No! Please! Don’t push it in so far this time! You can cum in my mouth but please don’t be so rough this HHHHMMMMFFFFF!!!”

Ahmed pulled Stacy’s head down over his massive cock and held it there as he felt the warm rush of ecstasy tingle in his shaft. He was going to cum and there was no stopping it. Stacy instinctively tried to push off and back away from Ahmed’s penis, but he held her there stubbornly and forced her to take his load. Ahmed felt his member slide along over Stacy’s tongue as it went in further. He still had some cock left to fit in once Stacy was at her limit. Ahmed grabbed Stacy’s hair and pulled her head down until the sheik’s cock slid down the back of Stacy’s throat and made her gag. Stacy’s eyes started to water and she could barely cough around the girth of his dick. The attendant started scratching her fingernails along the base of Stacy’s toes, making her give muffled squeals as she kicked her feet. The hum of the weather girl’s laughter around the head of Ahmed’s cock as he squirted out shot after shot was heavenly. Stacy looked up at Ahmed with big, teary eyes from all the coughing and gagging. She didn’t even taste her master’s load as he came since he was so far inserted. It must have just shot straight down her throat into her tummy without even touching her tongue.

Once Ahmed was finished, he was surprisingly still mostly hard. The sight of his tickling wall must really do it for him. He stood up and ordered Stacy to kneel by him and continue to pleasure him. He made her look at the wall as she fondled his balls and jerked his cock. Stacy saw Megan screaming on her monitor. She was shaking her head back and forth desperately as she went crazy in her tickle box. Stacy could see that two attendants were at her feet. One was using a small feather to tickle the cracks between her clenched toes on her right foot and the other was rubbing a fuzzy pipe cleaner in the small spaces between each toe on her left foot.

Megan was begging and crying on the monitor as tears started to trickle down the sides of her face. The feeling of the feather lightly licking the cracks between her toes and along the undersides of them made her jolt and kick her immaculate, size 8 feet. The pipe cleaner snaking it’s way through her vulnerable tootsies made her skin crawl and all she could do was wail in laughter within her small box. Megan tried curling her toes down as hard as she possibly could but that did little if anything to lessen the tickling. Stacy felt awful. She knew how sensitive Megan’s toes were from their experience at Rich’s mansion.

Stacy spit on Ahmed’s tan cock and kept stroking it at a steady pace. She looked over and saw Courtney losing her mind on the monitor. Courtney’s head was turned to the side and she was trying to catch her breath as she continued to giggle. Her cheeks were flushed red and her forehead was starting to sweat. One of Ahmed’s ticklers was squirting a generous blob of lotion onto her hand. Then she re-coated Courtney’s big size 9 soles, making sure to rub it in between her toes and along the edges of her heels as well. The break was over all too quickly and soon Courtney was crying laughter once again. The attendant squirmed and scratched her long fingernails across the slippery soles as they flailed and crossed over each other. Courtney never saw who was tickling her or why they wanted to. All she could think about was the relentless fingernails tickling her ultra-sensitive feet and the sound of her own pathetic laughter echoing in her tickle box.

Stacy took the tip of Ahmed’s penis in her mouth and flicked her tongue over the smooth hood as she gently rubbed his balls. “Poor Courtney. I bet her pretty feet are just absolutely hyper ticklish when they’re coated with lotion like that. God, that would feel horrible if someone did that to my feet. Her best hope is to pass out from the tickling as soon as possible,” Stacy thought as she sucked on the tip of her master’s penis. But Courtney didn’t pass out anytime soon. She just laid there trapped in a box barely big enough to fit a grown woman and laughed hysterically while her lotion-covered soles were tickled mercilessly. The way the harem girl’s nails glided over her slippery soles was excruciating.

Ahmed moaned a little as Stacy spit on his cock again and began twisting both hands up and down his shaft sensually. Stacy looked back at the wall and her attention was drawn to Abby. The ditzy redhead’s broad, meaty size 6 soles were shiny with oil. And her big toes had been tied snuggly together with string, leaving Abby very little room to do anything but feel a hairbrush scrub her meaty arches and heels. Stacy watched Abby’s face through the monitor and saw her screaming inside. She blubbered pathetically and convulsed inside the tickle box as jolts of overwhelmingly ticklish sensations shot up her body. Stacy was certain she could hear Abby screaming for her mommy once or twice as she cried and shouted on the monitor.

Abby’s feet were shaking as the attendant pressed the rounded bristle tips into her oily, cushioned soles. The girl pressed firmly as she ran the hairbrush across the balls of Abby’s feet. The hairbrush slid down into her wrinkly arches and was brushed frantically up and down, forcing Abby to scream like a banshee. Stacy kept twisting her soft hands along Ahmed’s shaft as she watched her coworker be subjected to the brutal tickle torture. The attendant brought the hairbrush down to Abby’s broad, pink heels and wrapped an arm around her ankles to further pin her feet still. She gave the heels a good scrubbing as well and made Abby erupt in further laughter.

Stacy slipped her mouth over Ahmed’s penis and deep-throated him a few times, allowing her gagging to coat his cock with spit. She popped her mouth off his penis with a smack and kept jerking his shaft near the base. Stacy’s eyes darted around the wall and she noticed Lisa’s huge size 11 soles sticking out. An attendant had used small loops of string to tie all of Lisa’s long toes back individually to the tickle box. The nearly naked woman was using a paintbrush with a fine tip to delicately tease along the toe tips and undersides of the toe stems. And she would sometimes use a feather along the long, sweeping arches. Lisa was kept at a steady laugh from the light, yet relentless tickling. The more her mind focused on the tip of the paintbrush poking around the undersides of her toes, the crazier it drove her!

Lisa strained to curl her toes down and scrunch up her big feet but those pesky little strings kept her soles as taught as a drum. The tickler just smiled and traced the paintbrush around on the inner portion of her big toe and then swept it gently along the base of her toes all the way back to the pinky toe. Then she made sure to focus on the toe tips and swirl the fine tip of the paintbrush in tight patterns on each of the rounded, lollipop toes. Lisa screamed in frustration and bucked in her tickle box. The woman just smiled and decided to repeat the same exact process on her other foot.

Stacy ran her tongue along the underside of the sheik’s shaft and rubbed the head of his cock with her hand. She looked over and watched as her best friend shouted her head off inside her tickle box. Jen’s monitor showed her desperately screaming and wailing as her attendant used an electric toothbrush to buzz the tips of her toes and explore the undersides of them. Jen had tiny toes and the roaring electric head of the toothbrush was consuming them mercilessly with its swirling bristles. The vibrations zapping her vulnerable toes was making Jen scream in ticklish agony involuntarily.

Jen wiggled her feet like crazy to get away from the electric toothbrush. So much so that it happened to knock the tool from the attendant’s hand. But the woman didn’t skip a beat. She placed a hand on each foot and began wiggling her sharp fingernails along Jen’s dainty arches. The petite field reporter’s laughter doubled and she could be heard pounding against the sides of the tickle box. Stacy felt absolutely awful any time she saw Jen being tickled like that. She was so troubled by the sight of Jen being tormented that she slacked off on her duties to pleasure her master. Ahmed smacked her cheek to bring her focus back. Then he snapped his fingers at an attendant.

The woman brought over an O-ring gag to fasten around Stacy’s face. Stacy saw it and immediately started begging Ahmed not to put that on her. She pathetically whimpered, “Please don’t make me wear that again! Please, Master! I’ll do a good job! I’ll suck your cock so good! I hate wearing that thing! Please don’t make me wear it! Please!” But Ahmed didn’t care about how uncomfortable his slave was. He forced the O-ring past her lips and stretched her mouth open wide. Then he secured the straps behind Stacy’s head as she whimpered and whined. Stacy tried to adjust the gag so that it didn’t stretch her mouth open so wide but Ahmed slapped her hands away from her face.

Ahmed held the base of his cock and grabbed a fistful of Stacy’s light brown hair in the back. Stacy grunted at the roughness as she gazed upwards with pleading eyes. Her pink little mouth was forced wide open for his cock to slip in. Stacy was starting to drool from her bottom lip. The long strings of saliva dripped down and landed on Stacy’s impressively large breasts. Stacy tried to put her hands on Ahmed’s thighs to brace herself from the face fucking she was about to be given. The attendant moved behind her and pulled her arms back behind her back. She held them there firmly, leaving Stacy completely defenseless.

The sheik put the tip of his swollen cock in Stacy’s mouth and slowly pushed it in until her chin was touching his scrotum. Ahmed’s penis had so much girth and it was long as well. Stacy felt it go down her throat again and she gagged roughly. Ahmed started fucking her mouth enthusiastically as he worked toward his third orgasm of the day. His cock made Stacy’s cheek bulge to the side as he pumped his member into her mouth over and over. All Stacy could do with her mouth spread wide open was kneel there making a grunting sound. Drool continued to fall out of her mouth onto her tits as she was forced to taste his all too familiar cock.

After several minutes, Ahmed pulled Stacy’s head off of himself and made her look at the wall. He taunted her by saying, “Look at your friends. They’ll stay here in my palace for the rest of their lives, just like you. I’ll drive them crazy out for their minds by tickling them every day.” Stacy was shaken up. She looked up and saw Samantha’s large, size 10 soles coated with baby oil. They were being scrubbed rapidly by an attendant with a hairbrush. The big feet tried to kick and cross over each other but they couldn’t. The attendant had tied Samantha’s plump big toes together with string.

Samantha was trying to be tough. Her face was contorted in a toothy snarl as giggles and laughter forced its way out of her mouth. The hairbrush scratched and rubbed over her tender soles without a break. Samantha tried her hardest to get free from the toe tie so she could cover one foot with the other. Anything to give herself a brief rest. But the string was tied too snug around the base of her big toes. Her big feet were trapped and easily exploited. Samantha whipped her head around as the attendant forced her to squeal with ticklish anguish like a little girl.

Ahmed roughly grabbed Stacy’s hair again and forced his cock back into her mouth. Stacy’s face became one of disgust as she felt the tip of his penis squirming around in the back of her mouth. “God, just let him blow his load soon. He’s lasting forever this time!” Stacy thought to herself as she gagged warm, gooey spit all over his cock again. She tried to break free from the attendant’s grip on her arms but the woman held her there firmly.

When Ahmed finally gave her another brief rest, he made her look at the wall again. This time, Stacy’s eyes found Rhonda shouting at the top of her lungs on her monitor. Stacy heard her yell, “Please stop! I’ll do anything! Hahahahahahaha!!! I’ll suck your cock! I’ll fuck your brains out! Hahahahahaha!!! I’ll be your sex slave! Just stop tickling my feet! I can’t take anymore! I’ll be a good little sex mistress! Hahahahahaha!!! I’ll fuck you anytime you want! I promise!” Stacy thought Rhonda must have finally been humbled to the point of accepting a life here at Ahmed’s harem. The frequent foot tickling sessions in her tickle box must have broken her.

Rhonda’s size 6.5 feet were all slick with lotion and the attendant was lazily rubbing a hairbrush across both of her feminine soles back and forth. And the attendant was also passionately sucking on Rhonda’s adorable toes. She sucked and flicked her tongue all over the creamy little tootsies as Rhonda slipped toward ticklish insanity trapped in the tickle box. The former head news anchor was turning bright red from screaming and her brown hair was sticking to her forehead. The attendant liked rubbing the hairbrush’s flexible bristles along the edges and undersides of Rhonda’s tiny heels while she sucked forcefully on the middle three toes of her right foot. Rhonda’s squeals and shouting fell into silent laughter as she jerked her head from side to side.

Stacy looked around some more. She spotted the strippers, Tyesha and Carmen, next to each other. They both had big, meaty feet that had been oiled up. Each woman had an attendant brushing their soles with a hairbrush. Tyesha was shouting angrily on her monitor and kicking wildly to try and get away. Carmen’s toes had been tied back and the lady was rubbing the hairbrush on the pads below her bound toes. Carmen was crying from laughing so hard. Stacy also noticed Vicky. The sadistic housewife that had tormented her and her friends was now laughing hysterically as a feather was waited over her soles and poked between her toes. Her eyes were clenched as she giggled and laughed like a weakling.

Ahmed pulled Stacy’s head back toward his dick and stuck it in her mouth. Stacy moaned with a defeated attitude as he filled her mouth with cock once more. Ahmed nodded to the attendant. She reached down and started skittering her fingernails along Stacy’s soles. The poor weather girl squealed and giggled in response, which is just what Ahmed wanted. A short time later, his cock burst in her mouth again. Stacy had never been so grateful for a man to blow his load in her mouth. Finally she would have a break from choking on his rod.

But things only got worse after Stacy swallowed the warm load. Ahmed removed her gag and then brought her to her feet. He took her over to the wall and pointed to an empty slot near the middle of the wall. Stacy’s eyes got wide as she realized what he intended. Ahmed said, “I have other business that will require me to leave on business for five days. You will remain here with your former coworkers. I’ve picked out an empty spot in my wall just for you. You’ll stay in your tickle box until I return.”

Stacy: “What?! NOOOOO!!! Master, please take me with you! Don’t leave me here! Don’t put me in that tickle box! Please, don’t! Take me with you on your business trip! I’ll suck your cock every day! I’ll do it three times a day! I’ll do whatever you want! Just don’t put me in that thing! I can’t! I’ll go crazy!”

Attendants unlocked the slot and pulled out the tickle box, which slid out on rails. Ahmed turned and took his leave. Several attendants swarmed Stacy and wrestled her into the tickle box. She kicked and squirmed but was ultimately overpowered. There were far too many servant girls for her to defeat. They held her in the box and slid it back into the wall as she screamed, kicked, and scratched at it. Stacy felt very claustrophobic as she felt her world reduced to a box barely big enough to fit her. Her large breasts were pressed against the top of the box. Her feet were locked in the port holes and vulnerable to the outside world.

Stacy was almost having a panic attack as she contemplated all the horrible things she would experience in the box. She could hear the faint screams of laughter from other women around her. Their strained voices, their muted laughter, the dull thuds of them pounding the inside of their boxes as they were forced to endure merciless foot tickling. Stacy stared upwards and noticed the tiny, black camera facing down toward her from above. That was how her attendant would watch and see how badly she was getting to her. That’s how they would watch her scream and laugh and cry in the tickle box. Sick fucks.

Stacy nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt a warm lotion being rubbed into her soles. “Oh God, not the lotion,” Stacy thought as tiny, feminine hands rubbed it into her feet. Then another squirt of it were rubbed into her soles as a second coat. They must really want her feet drenched with slippery lotion. Stacy was trying to control her breathing and refrain from blubbering like a wimp before the tickling even started. Then she felt a string being looped around her big toes and pulled snug. “Oh no, not that! At least let me kick my feet, you merciless sadists!” Stacy thought as her feet were further restrained.

Then Stacy felt it. An arm encircled her ankles and a stiff hairbrush began scrubbing her shapely size 7.5 soles. Stacy erupted with unbridled laughter and screaming. She had planned to try and hold out on laughing for as long as possible. But that quickly proved impossible. No, she gave them what they wanted. Stacy screamed and screamed and screamed. She couldn’t help it. Her sensitive soles were unbearably soft and ticklish after the lotion had been rubbed in. She was completely at her tickler’s mercy now...and she knew she wouldn’t get any for several days. From now on, she wasn’t the star weather girl with thousands of male fans fantasizing her. Now she was just a tickle slave that got to give blowjobs if she was lucky. Not the life she had envisioned for herself.


THE END
 
Great story, nice follow up, I love multiple victims, trapped like this, a definite winner for me.
 
Brilliant ending! Simply breathtaking and not just for the poor ladies in the boxes [emoji48]

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I love the tickle box scenario, I think it’s gotta be my favorite. If you wanted to make a story solely focused on one girl trapped in one, I’d be all over it.
 
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