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Dark Pleasures
Part 6
by Tami
The Factory, Drusilla’s Room
Spike dumped Angel at the bottom of the stairs and went over to the bed. He lay behind Drusilla and stroked her hair, waking her gently.
“I was dreaming,” Drusilla moaned softly.
“Of what, pet?”
“We were in Paris. You had a branding iron,” she described.
“I brought you something,” he interjected. He stood up, went over to the stairs, picked Angel up from the landing and dragged him into the room, “Your Sire, my sweet.” He dropped Angel on the chair in the corner.
“My Angel?” Drusilla sighed. A thrill went through her as if butterflies were fluttering in her stomach.
Spike walked around the bed, “The one and only. Now, all we need’s the full moon tonight. Then, he will die and you will be fully restored.” Spike sat on the edge of the bed and took her hand as she sat up. “My black goddess,” he whispered as he kissed her hand, “My ripe, wicked plum,” he kissed up her arm then raised his head to look at her. “It’s been . . .”
“Forever,” she growled, meeting him in a passionate kiss.
Angel watched them from his position of being tied up and gagged. He growled around the gag at the view of his boy and baby girl kissing. He strained against his bonds in frustration as his body betrayed him, growing hard at the arousing sight.
Breaking off the kiss, Drusilla caressed Spike’s cheek, and whispered, “Spike, let me have him, hmm . . . until the moon?”
Spike seemed hesitant at first but then gave her an indulgent smile, “All right. You can play. But, don’t kill him. He mustn’t die until the ritual.”
“Bring him to me,” she requested sweetly.
Spike slid off the mattress, went over and hauled Angel up out of the chair, forcing him over to the foot of the bed. Drusilla stood on her knees waiting. She grabbed Angel by the chin, digging her nails into the flesh and looked him in the eye.
“You’ve been a very bad daddy,” she said before slapping him across the face.
Powerless to do anything, Angel growled in frustration. He wanted to attack her. If his hands were free, he would have, Spike be damned. Both of his childer had become willful in his absence, fucking Gypsies. He knew there was no way that the younger vampire could beat him in a fair fight, one in which his hands weren’t tied. As for Drusilla . . . his groin ached with images of how he’d deal with her. She was never disobedient with Angelus. That is, once she knew her place, and Spike wasn’t there to make her his accomplice.
Angel looked over at Spike to see the other vampire pulling items out of a chest. He raised a brow at the fact that his boy had a toy chest of his own. He thought that with their history, a bondage chest was the last thing Spike would have.
Spike came back with two long straps, tossed them on the bed and turned him around to undo his ropes. Curious, and just a little intrigued at Spike trying to fill his shoes, Angel stood still and watched Spike tie one end of each strap to his wrists and the other end to the bedposts.
When his gag was removed, Angel asked, “What are you up to, William?”
“It’s Spike now, mate, has been for a century. And, if my girl wants to torture you for the hell of it, who am I to deny her?” Spike replied casually.
“The sane one maybe,” Angel suggested.
Spike looked at him as if he was the one who had lost his mind. “It’s just too bad that I’m not going to be here to enjoy your misery,” he said as he tightened the straps. “I have to finish the preparations. See you later, Angelus. Hopefully you’ll still be alive.”
Angel sat on the end of the bed after Spike left. Drusilla slid up behind him, rubbing her breasts against his back. She caressed her fingers over his shoulders, and ran her tongue along his neck.
“Just us now, Daddy,” she whispered in his ear.
Angel closed his eyes as his body reacted to the arousal in her voice. “Is this your version of torturing me?” Angel asked hoarsely.
Drusilla stroked his chest, scratching his nipple with a manicured nail. Angel hissed at the pleasure-pain sensation. He had a feeling that all her teasing over the last month was to get him in this position. For what, he didn’t know. Angel felt he’d been trapped in a haze of pleasure since the meeting at the park. Being her elder, he’d never had her use her abilities on him. Maybe this was it? She enthralled him and he couldn’t see it. He let out a rumbling growl when she took liberties and bit him on the neck, leaving teeth marks but not breaking skin.
“Bad girl, Drusilla,” he warned, looking at her with lust-glazed eyes.
“You can’t do anything but be my puppy,” she cooed as she slid off the mattress and walked around the bed to sit in his lap. “The lion has grown used to the cage and leash. He won’t cause delicious pain like he used to.”
Angel watched her, wondering what she would do next. “If you wanted pain for pleasure, all you had to do was beg, baby girl,” then whispered, “What’s this ritual for?”
“Shh,” Drusilla hissed, “Bad Daddies are to be punished, not talk.”
Angel watched her get up and walk around the room. Her nightgown caressed her curves as she moved. His body hummed with arousal at the memories of what she felt like around him. He imagined her under him again, on his bed, crying out for his touch as she never did with Angelus. Where his soulless counterpart took what he wanted with little regard to the other’s pleasure, Angel had her crying, begging and clawing at him to give her release.
Angel sucked in a shuddering breath at the memory, “Dru, if I’m going to die soon, I’d like to know why.”
Drusilla didn’t answer. She collected a few items and came back to sit on her knees between his legs. His cock throbbed at a view he hadn’t seen in years. She dropped the items on the floor and reached up to rub her hand over the crotch of his pants. His hips thrust up against her palm involuntarily.
“Take me out,” he said, voice with raspy with need and just a hint of pleading.
She ignored him and stared at the bulge straining against the fly of his pants as if it were the most interesting thing she’d ever seen. Then, she leaned forward and licked up his stomach. He let out a soft gasp as her soft tongue made a wet trail up his sternum and over to a nipple and nipped at it hard with blunt teeth. Angel’s head fell back and he groaned as she crawled up into his lap and licked up his neck. He felt her straddle his hips and raised his head to look at her.
Her lips were mere inches from his when he asked indulgently, “You know, if you wanted to torture me with sex, you didn’t have to tie me to the footboard.”
Drusilla shook her head. “You spanked me until I was strawberry red. Spike saw the marks.”
Angel raised a brow. “Is that what this is about, payback? I’ve spanked your ass lots of times and you’ve displayed the marks proudly to Spike.”
“You were different then,” she said simply.
“Untie me and we’ll see how different I am,” Angel said, hoping she’d release him.
“No. You’re to be punished.”
Angel watched the swell of her breasts as she leaned over to pick up a necklace by the chain. On the end of it was a cross. “Don’t you think this is a little – AHHH!” he screamed as she brushed the cross over the tender skin of his stomach.
“Oh a lovely scream,” Drusilla said in childish glee.
“Dru . . .” Angel panted heavily.
“Shh, bad puppies get no treats,” Drusilla hissed.
He watched her full lips move as she spoke remembering the pleasure he’d had with her over the last month. His erection was urgent and painful against the zipper of his jeans. Despite her words, he jerked his hips up, grinding against her. She rested her forehead against his shoulder. Angel growled softly in frustration. If he wasn’t tied to the damn bed, he’d grab her, throw her on the bed and bury himself inside her.
Drusilla pulled away and gave him a heated look. Leaning closer, she said softly, “That’s cheating, Daddy.”
“That’s not cheating, Dru. If you insist on sitting on my lap when I’m as hard as a rock . . . this is cheating,” he said in a gruff tone.
He leaned forward and sealed his mouth over hers. She whimpered as he licked her lips, wetting them before taking her lower lip between his teeth and nibbling on it. Angel groaned when she shifted closer, pressing her breasts against his chest. He could feel her hardened nipples through the thin fabric of her nightgown. Now, if she would lift up, take him out and lower herself down, he’d be happy to stay tied to the bed while she rode him.
He tried to follow when she broke the kiss and pulled away from him to stand up. She went over to the vanity and ran her hand across the lid of an elegant wooden box labeled ‘Holy Water’. She sang softly to herself as she lifted the lid and took out a small crystal pitcher. Next to the box was a dagger. The handle was polished, solid nickel silver, highly decorated bolsters with a sculptured, nickel silver guard and pummel, and stainless steel blade.
She picked it up and slowly approached Angel as she sang, “Run and catch . . . run and catch . . . the lamb is caught in the blackberry patch.” She knelt down between his legs, the dagger in one hand and the pitcher in the other.
Angel tried to stifle his grunts of pain as she made shallow cuts into his skin. She watched in fascination as the blood welled up, and then tipped the pitcher of water over the wound to wash the blood away. She focused on a different place on his chest and cut into the flawless skin.
Angel bit his lip to keep from screaming. The cuts weren’t so bad. He could withstand that. It was the holy water splashing on his skin, burning into the wounds that brought tears to his eyes as he tried not to give a voice to his pain.
“My mommy ate lemons, raw,” Drusilla said casually. “She said she loved the way they made her mouth . . .” she ran a fingernail over his chest drawing lines in the streak of blood, “Tingle.”
Drusilla let the consecrated water trickle onto his chest. It steamed and sizzled. Angel jerked back in pain and stifled another scream as his flesh began to blister. She cut into his skin again, drawing designs along his rib cage with the blade.
“Her favorite was custard . . . brandied pears,” Drusilla said distractedly.
“Dru . . .” Angel winced in pain.
He grunted when she jabbed him in the solar plexus with the point of the dagger. “Shh!” She stood up and walked around the bed, climbing onto the mattress behind him. “And pomegranates. They used to make her face and fingers all red.”
If Angel wanted to, he could rest against her breasts. But, she reached over his shoulder and let more of the water dribble onto his chest. He ground his teeth in pain, biting back another scream. His torso had become a bloodied road map of paper cut-thin wounds and scalded flesh.
“Remember, hmm?” Drusilla prompted as she shifted to the other side and spoke near his ear, “Little fingers, little hands . . . do you?”
Angel shivered in pain. “If I could take it back . . .”
“Bite your tongue!” Drusilla interrupted. “They used to eat cake, and eggs, and honey,” then became shy and sweet, “Until you came and ripped their throats out.”
Angel screamed when she splashed the whole pitcher of holy water on his chest. He gasped as the water burned his skin and dripped down his body. He caught the devilish look in her eyes as she watched him, taking note of every painful spasm.
She slid off the mattress and untied his hands. Whether it was because he was interested to see what was going through her fragile mind or because he was just too weak from the crucifixion of holy water, he didn’t protest when she hauled him to his feet and pushed him back to lie on the bed.
Drusilla retrieved another small pitcher from the box and climbed back on the bed. She stood above him, straddling his body with the pitcher of water slowly tipping over.
She gave him a seductive smile that would have tempted an angel into Hell as she dangled the pitcher precariously above him. “Say ‘uncle’.”
“Dru, no,” Angel shuddered.
“Oh, that’s right, you killed my uncle,” she giggled. “Do you think it will burn off if I pour the rest of this pitcher on it, Daddy?”
“Please, baby girl, let’s not find that out,” Angel said.
He could admit that he was past the point of not begging. She literally had him by the balls and was threatening to burn them off. He arched off the bed with a scream when she poured a line of water down the middle of his chest to his stomach. She stood above him, watching him writhe in agony as if she were studying a Monet painting.
Angel’s chest burned as he rolled away from her to find something to wipe the holy water off. He picked up one of Spike’s discarded shirts and used it to dry off. Then, he tackled her and dragged her off the bed, causing her to drop the pitcher on the floor where it broke.
Angel carried her to the vanity table, brushed the immaculately carved box marked ‘holy water’ off the surface and set her down in its place. He pulled his shirt off and opened his pants while jerking the hem of her nightgown up.
“Torture me with knives and holy water, will you?”
Angel growled when she grabbed him by the back of the head and pulled him to her for a kiss. Drusilla squeaked as he yanked her hips to the edge of the table and thrust inside at the same time he forced his tongue inside her mouth. She whimpered as he shoved his cock deep inside her, giving her little time to adjust before he started a hard, driven tempo.
Drusilla held onto him, clawing her nails down his back as he fucked her hard enough to bang the table against the wall on every other thrust. Angel wrapped his arms under her legs, pulled her into his bucking hips, her thighs spread wide to accommodate his waist.
Drusilla blindly reached for something on the table and only found one of her many eyeless dolls. She clutched it and broke it over Angel’s head. He slipped out of her as he pulled away from her attack. He staggered back and shook his head to clear it. He barely had time to look at Drusilla before she threw herself at him, propelling them back onto the bed.
Angel fell backward with his arms around her. Drusilla wiggled out of his grasp and sat up. She made squeaking, frustrated noises as she pulled her nightgown out of the way. Angel sat up and latched onto a cloth-covered nipple just as she plunged down on his hard, thick shaft.
He closed his eyes and groaned, the sound muffled by the fabric, when he felt her tight walls envelope him. Then, her sharp talon-like nails dug into his shoulders. He wrapped his arms around her, caressing his hand along her back, working the nightgown up and off her body. Once the hindering nightdress was flung over the side of the bed, he crushed her to him and thrust hard inside her. Drusilla pushed him back to lie against the pillows. She hovered over him, squeezing her inner muscles around him as she rode his cock.
Angel held onto her hips and let her have her way, enjoying the sway of her breasts as she bounced on him. Thoughts of Buffy were a million miles away. Spike, being out of sight, was also out of mind. Angel couldn’t think past the velvet-softness of Drusilla’s thighs tightening against him, controlling her motions. He didn’t think past the feel of cool, wet flesh contracting around his shaft, the flutter of internal muscles squeezed him rhythmically.
“That’s it, then,” Spike said as he walked into the room. “Off to chur --” He stopped when he saw a naked Drusilla on top of swollen and bloodied Angel. His Sire held her hips as he watched her while his dark princess was lost in her own little world.
“Bloody soddin’ fuckin’ hell,” he cursed. “Drusilla!”
Spike’s outraged cry brought her out of her aroused trance and she would have bolted off Angel if the elder vampire hadn’t had a firm hold on her hips.
Angel spared a glance in the blonde’s direction as he took over control of Drusilla’s bouncing. “Never much for the pre-show, were you boy? Hmm, too bad. That’s what Drusilla likes best, as I have been thoroughly reminded. You and I need to have a talk about keeping her satisfied, Spikey.”
Spike stormed over to the bed and glared down at his absentee Sire. “Shut the fuck up, Angel! You don’t know a bloody thing. You haven’t cared about us for a century mate. Don’t you dare presume that you know what she needs?”
“Come play with us, Spike,” Drusilla beckoned as she slipped off of Angel and crawled to the edge of the bed.
“I wouldn’t fuck him if he was the last person on earth,” Spike sneered.
Angel got off the bed and stood behind the blonde vampire as he taunted, “Take care of her, Spike. The way she’s been touching me, I can tell when she’s not satisfied, boyo.”
“I said shut the fuck up,” Spike yelled as he spun around and punched Angel in the face.
Angel jerked back and glared at Spike as he rubbed his jaw. “Or maybe you two just don’t have the fire we have.”
“That’s enough,” Spike growled. He punched his fist through the footboard that Angel had recently been tied to. With the broken shard of wood in his upraised arm, he rushed at Angel, ready to use it like a makeshift stake.
“Spike, no!” Drusilla spoke up. She had been watching the two men argue, a common sight in the past when they were still a happy family. She felt a sense of nostalgia at witnessing the power play between them. That was until she saw Spike with a broken piece of wooden bed frame ready to stake their Sire before she could see her plans come to fruition.
Angel held Spike’s wrist, trying to wrestle the piece of wood from him. He grabbed the arm and used his foot to trip the blonde vampire back onto the bed. Spike landed near the bottom. Angel jumped on the bed, straddling Spike’s waist, still trying to get the piece of wood from him. He couldn’t mistake the groan that escaped the smaller vampire as their groins lined up in the struggle for the stake. He banged Spike’s hand against the broken footboard until Spike let go of the weapon.
“Get the soddin’ hell off me, you oversized ape,” Spike growled as he tried to push Angel off him.
Annoyed brown eyes clashed with angry blue ones as Angel stared down at Spike. “A century goes by and it still hasn’t sunk in that I’m the top dog in this family?” He leaned down until he was inches from Spike’s face and smirked, “You’re just a bottom boy.”
“Looked like you were the bottom boy when I came in, pillock,” Spike shot back, struggling to get out from under the lummox that was his Sire.
“Well, one of us will be coming in something, but I don’t think it’ll be you, Willy,” Angel taunted as he watched Spike thrash about.
Spike growled and tried to buck his Sire off him. “Fuck you, Angel. You’re not getting anywhere near my ass. And, it’s Spike, you deaf bastard.” He finally got a hand free and punched the elder vampire before it was restrained again.
“Oh, I don’t know, I think I’m closer to your ass than anyone, don’t you? I’ve owned it since the first time you crawled into my bed,” Angel smirked evilly.
Drusilla crawled over and settled beside them. They were too caught up in each other to notice her. She sat with her legs curled under her. Leaning closer, she brushed a kiss over Angel’s cheekbone then looked down at Spike who glared up at Angel.
Drusilla gently combed her fingers through Spike’s hair, loosening the strands until they were stiff ringlets. “Don’t fight, Spike. Play with us.”
“Yeah, Spikey, play with us,” Angel taunted as he ground against the body under him.
“Who do you think you are . . . Angelus? Don’t call me that. I couldn’t stomach fucking you when you were evil. Why would I want to while you have a soul?” Spike asked angrily. He jerked his leg up and tried to hit Angel in the groin.
Angel dodged out of the way, taking the brunt of the jab on the inside of his thigh. He let out an annoyed growl. “Oh, come on, Spikey, we both know that ain’t true. I’m your Sire and deep down, you miss me.”
“I told you to stop calling me Spikey! You’re not my Sire. You’re a shell. You walk like him, dress like him, but you aren’t him,” Spike scowled.
“I may not be your Sire, but I still make you hard,” Angel said, grinding against Spike’s pelvis. “I’m the best thing you got to a Sire. And, I’ll call you anything I damn well please, ungrateful brat.” Angel could feel Spike grow harder through two layers of clothing. “You know, your denials would work if you’d stop rising to the occasion.”
“It’s not me getting aroused, pillock. Your dick’s just too big for your pants,” Spike growled as he renewed his fight to get out from under Angel.
“Thanks for the compliment, boyo. Now, would you stop humping me in an attempt to get off?”
“You delusional, egotistical bastard, I’m not trying to get off. I’m trying to get you off me!”
Angel spared a look at Drusilla, sitting nearby. She had her legs curled under her and completely naked with her hair brushing the top of her breasts. He was momentarily captivated by her beauty. Spike took advantage and head butted Angel.
Angel immediately let go of him to rub his aching forehead. He glanced at Drusilla, and in an annoyed tone said, “Do something with him before I stake him.”
“I’d like to see you try, you great bloody --”
Drusilla leaned down and kissed Spike, cutting off his protest. He moaned into the kiss and pulled Drusilla closer. He pulled her down to lay beside him.
Angel sat back against the pillows and watched them with lust-glazed eyes. Spike cupped a hand over a full breast and rubbed his palm over the nipple. Angel heard Drusilla whimper and saw her press against Spike. Angel felt his cock fill with blood as he saw them rub against each other. He moved closer and reached for the buttons on Spike’s jeans. He got as far as the waistband, before Spike snarled a warning.
“Shut the fuck up, Spike,” Angel said as he divested the younger vampire of his pants and then removed his own.
Spike moaned when he felt Angel’s hand wrap around his cock and stroke the length. He tried to ignore the fact that Angel was touching him and concentrate on Drusilla. He refused to admit that the Sire who abandoned him – the one who now had a soul – stirred something in him. It had been him and Drusilla for so long, he just couldn’t let the past go like that. He still hated Angel with every fiber of his being, but his body betrayed him. Passion took over when Angel had rubbed against him. He growled as he deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue in Drusilla’s mouth.
Angel squeezed and stroked Spike’s cock as he watched the younger vampire pepper kisses over her beautiful face, down her chest to tease a nipple with his tongue. Drusilla arched against Spike. Her dark hair was fanned out under her, her eyes closed, a leg hiked up against Spike’s hip. Angel leaned over and ran his tongue over the instep of her foot.
When Spike shifted to lie between Drusilla’s thighs, Angel slid back and moved him around until the younger vampire was on his knees. He spread Spike’s legs apart and put a hand between them to massage Drusilla’s pussy, teasing her with his fingers. He listened to her moans, gauging how close she was. When she was on the brink, he eased his hand away from her and wrapped it around Spike’s dick, coating the length in her fluids.
Spike arched his back and rocked into the tunnel of Angel’s fist. He groaned and nipped at Drusilla’s breasts. Crushing her to him, he felt the tip of his cock graze her clit on every down stroke. He reached down, spread her nether lips and tapped on the sensitive nub with a fingertip, listening to her mewl and whimper.
Drusilla let out a small sob as Spike massaged her clit with his thumb and slid his fingers inside her. She raised her hips to meet his strokes as he rubbed his fingertips over her g-spot. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she arched and gyrated against him. Spike moved up and kissed her passionately, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. She moaned and clawed her nails down his back as his fingers moved faster.
Angel watched Drusilla in the throes of passion for a moment, listening to her moans. While Spike was absorbed with her, he leaned forward and parted his boy’s thighs, licking around the tight little bud of Spike’s ass with teasing flicks of his tongue. Spike hissed at the unexpected touch and shoved his fingers into Drusilla, eliciting a loud cry.
After a few seconds, Spike resumed thrusting into his fist and caressing Drusilla. Spike slid across the bed slightly, taking Drusilla with him. She laid her head back over the edge of the bed. Spike took advantage and ran his tongue along the column of her neck as he fucked her with his fingers.
Angel leaned forward and suddenly pushed his tongue into the small hole, grunting softly when Spike’s inner muscles tightened around his tongue.
As Angel leisurely explored the anoderm, searching for the spot that would give Spike the most pleasure, he heard a satisfied moan. Spike removed his fingers and massaged Drusilla’s clit in quick motions. Her head was thrown back over the edge of the bed, crying out as she bucked against Spike’s fingers.
The sounds of gratification sent fissions of arousal to Angel’s neglected dick. He removed his tongue and pulled away from Spike. Letting go of the blonde's leaking cock, he pushed two fingers inside Spike.
Spike growled against Drusilla’s neck when he felt Angel’s tongue and fingers stretch him. He shoved his fingers as deep as he could inside her, smacking her clit with the palm of his hand. She clawed his shoulders as she screamed and convulsed around his fingers.
Angel raised his head at Drusilla’s scream. He sat up and nudged Spike towards her. Watching her reaction over Spike’s shoulder, he guided the younger vampire’s hard length inside her. She made squeaky moaning noises in her throat as she felt Spike’s cock stretch and fill her. When his childer were in position, Angel straightened and pressed his cock to his boy’s ass. He chewed on his bottom lip and groaned as he entered Spike nice and slow, feeling the inner muscles tighten around him.
Angel watched Spike thrust forward into Drusilla then push back on his cock. He heard her groan and gasp as the movement made her jerk across the bed. She raised her legs, and planted her feet on Angel’s thighs as she bucked against Spike, seeking her own release. Spike took the hint and sped up his thrusts, forcing his Sire to penetrate deeper and deeper. Angel spread Spike’s thighs wider and grabbed his waist only to find Drusilla’s hands there. They linked fingers and held on together.
Drusilla pulled Spike against her and moaned as he slid deeper. Angel pushed Spike against her and began pounding into the slighter body with hard, fast strokes. The cries of pleasure grew louder: Drusilla was crying out, Spike was howling, Angel was growling as he pressed on, pummeling into his childe’s body vicariously controlling his boy’s thrusts into his baby girl.
“Daddy, please!” Drusilla moaned as she squirmed against Spike, trying to reach her climax.
Angel snarled as the begging heightened his arousal. He thrust harder, slamming Spike into Drusilla until she cried out her orgasm. Spike yelled with her, more from the painful force than her inner muscles fluttering around him. Angel rested his forehead against his childe’s back, breathing heavily. His pace became torturous with slow, hard thrusts that frustrated Spike.
“Come on, Will,” he said hoarsely.
“Name’s Spike, you poncy – AHH,” Spike yelled as his Sire slammed into him. Angel reached around and jerked on the base of Spike’s cock, feeling him buck back and forth on his dick.
“Come inside her, Will . . .” he panted harshly.
Spike buried his face in curve of Drusilla’s neck and rocked back onto Angel’s cock, then forward into the fist and pussy wrapped around him. He let out growling breaths as he got closer. Then, Angel squeezed the base of his cock, slamming into him at the same time. Spike yelled the arrival of his orgasm, as he came inside Drusilla.
Angel rose up and threw his head back in ecstasy as Spike’s climax triggered his own. His cock twitched as he flooded Spike’s body with what felt like a continuous stream of cum. It had been decades since he’d experienced this much sex. All the pent up tension seemed to rush out at once. He maladroitly thrust into Spike a few more times until he was empty. Then, he pulled out and collapsed on the bed beside them.
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