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Breaking a pet

He nodded to Teyha. "Well, that's improvement. You don't need to enjoy to do your job. It would help, mind you, and I would hope you could learn, to make your life easier, but just enduring it, that's fine for now. Work on that, some more, as we go on."

"You're doing well, Kaura. It's not easy, but you're coming along fine. Head of the class on many aspects, but, I admit, I've been holding you back on other elements. Things... things Teyha isn't ready for, yet."
 
Kaura nodded and moved in even close to Janek, resting her cheek on his arm. She sighed contently, smiling up at the man with a devious glint in her eyes. "Well, it seems we have to catch up." She said, her grin widening. "Or at least perfect the skills we have." Her eyes darted over to Teyha, who looked back at Kaura with an eyebrow raised cautiously. It was all the Elf could do not to giggle then, but she managed to keep her voice serious as she reached across to Janek's desk, and plucked the smooth rod off the surface of the table, weighing it softly in her hands. "I have an idea for Teyha, to assist her." She said, tapping the end of the cane against her leg.

She glanced once at the witch, and cut off her hearing to keep the plan a secret, though she leaned in close to Janek's ear all the same. "Her trouble is with recognition." She said softly. "She must know who is touching her, but she is in a safe environment here, with us and the crew. If we want to help her, she has to learn to detach herself from her partner. We could bring in another slaver, the one who used me on the deck, perhaps? Tie Teyha up, and put on a blindfold. She would know who is touching her, and I will stay by her side, comforting her should she need it. Our presence on her might calm her enough to not be bothered by another trainer, and the blindfold would keep her from knowing just who is causing her what pleasure or discomfort."
 
"A devious plan," he murmured softly. "I like it. Do you think it'll work? We sort of had something similar going earlier, and she resisted that. But if you think it will be different this time, I'm happy to give it a try."

His hand slid up her naked back as she leaned in toward him, and his other was already in contact with Teyha. It was comforting to have both of these women with him; it was hardly the first time he'd had multiple pleasure slaves with him, but there was something different about each of them. Or, perhaps, there was something different about him, right now.

"Should I go summon him now, or should this wait until morning?"
 
Kaura shook her head slightly, glancing at the frowning face of the young witch, obviously unhappy to be left out of the conversation. She giggled slightly, and moved in closer to Janek, giving him an affectionate kiss along the base of his jaw. "No, it's different." She told him softly. "Before it was her watching you please Ophelie while another slaver pleasured us both... I suggest we take out sight completely, she relies on it for safety, to know who is touching her. She will resist, she wont like it... But I believe with you and I there to encourage her it will help ease down the fear. Once she becomes used to enjoying her role without sight we can remove the blindfold and allow her to view him as he uses her..." She smiled then, her eyes flashing briefly, "And then we could perfect some training as well."
 
He nodded. “Yes, that’s reasonable. And you’re right, it’s different. All right, I’ll arrange it.” He smiled, and gave Teyha a sidelong glance, tickling her slightly with his fingers. “For tomorrow? I think she’s endured enough today. And yourself?”
 
Kaura smiled and nodded in agreement, leaning against Janek. "That might be wisest." She agreed, letting her spell dissolve. Teyha glowered for a moment more, mostly because of Janek's tickling fingers now, before dissolving into giggled, and batting at the hand softly. "And what were you two discussing?" She asked with a smile.

Kaura returned the grin easily, reaching across to ruffle the young woman's hair playfully. "Nothing fit for such young ears." She laughed softly, earning her a dry look from the other girl. "What would you like to do tonight?"

Teyha raised a playful brow and flopped back onto the bed, snatching one of the pillows to clutch against her chest as she let out a long theatrical yawn. "Being so young it's past my bedtime." She answered. "I am only interested in sleep.
 
"Oh, really?" Janek grinned. "I can wait an hour for you to be rested. I'm sure we can occupy ourselves well enough. Then, perhaps, you'll feel like occupying yourself, as well."

He nodded to Kaura. "You've got that cane handy... should we get in some training while she naps? Do you think you can suffer in relative silence, over there?" He gestured to the open space of his cabin, where they usually conducted training exercises.

If Teyha was joking, it might do her good to see Kaura take so well to the cane, to see her creamy flesh striped with the red welts as she orgasmed from the sensation. If she was serious, she could nap; an hour's worth of sleep would be like four of his hours, for her, thanks to the enchantment of her collar. Either way, it was time he spent some more time with Kaura...
 
Kaura stopped tapping the rod against her palm, a smile spreading across her face. She had not been given a good pain orgasm since the witch joined the room. even the demonstration she gave that morning was empty, and Teyha held back to avoid hurting her. "Yes master Janek!" Kaura chipped in happily, and moved from the bed with careful grace. "May I be bound as well, sir?" She asked gleefully, making Teyha squeak loudly on the bed.

"Absolutely mad." She murmured, and turned stubbornly away from the elf to avoid seeing the pain that Janek planned to inflict. She snatched a second pillow to place over her head, to muffle any sound while she tried to enjoy her hour of rest.
 
He led Kaura away from the bed, speaking to Teyha over his shoulder. "Sleep if you like, but you might learn something if you watched." Once they were in the middle of the open space, he grabbed some rope from a nearby table, and offered the rod to Kaura's mouth, for her to hold in his teeth while he worked.

Janek used a ceiling ring to bind her arms above her head, and roped her legs wide apart, stretching her body out as much as possible within the cramped confines of the cabin. He spent some time running his hands all around her helpless curves, cupping her breasts from behind, and her buttocks, and the mound of her pussy, rubbing and teasing and stroking, and getting her heated and sensitive.

Then, when her breath was faster and she had that look of arousal in her eyes, he took the rod from her mouth, and began gently tapping, experimentally, on her soft flesh, first on her arms, working his way down to her sides, and then across her breasts, belly, then her thighs, her buttocks, and then her inner thighs. Then he tapped his way up her back to her arms, and started again, striking just a bit harder this time, enough to make a noise on impact. Next time through, he'd see about leaving a small mark with each strike. But he kept an eye out for her reaction, judging her arousal, so he'd know when to focus his efforts.
 
With a groan Teyha flipped over on the bed, peeking out from under the pillow to watch Janek work on her friend. Kaura took the cane in her mouth like a dog with a stick, holding it neatly between her teeth while Janek worked to bind her. 'He must have done this with her before' Teyha thought as she watched.

For her part Kaura was more than willing to be bound, staying as still as possible until she was suspended from the ceiling helplessly once more. Janek knew exactly how to get her aroused, his skilled fingers working to prepare her for the pain. After a long day void of her own stimulation Kaura was easy to prep, and soon enough she was whimpering and panting in pleasure, ready for the pain that would come. And it did, Janek slowly building the blows, starting with a gentle testing tap, each set of blows coming slightly faster.

Kaura seemed to love the stimulation, and panting and moaning as the strikes grew harder, but Teyha winced with each one. "Don't hurt her..." She squeaked almost inaudibly from under the pillow, her eyes wide, watching the bright marks appear on the Elf's skin.
 
Janek didn't precisely hear what Teyha had said, but he did hear her make a noise and looked over to see her expression. "No no," he chided at her look. "Don't watch her skin... watch her face."

He started in on the caning again, focusing on her breasts, the tops and undersides and both inner and outer curves. He then started working on her inner thighs, stinging first one side then the other, working his way up toward the center, listening to her arousal grow with each strike. He held off until he felt she was nearing the peak, and then he started laying stinging light blows directly on her most sensitive flesh, one after the other, until she arched and quivered in orgasm. He did what he could to extend it, enjoying how she pulled and twisted in her bonds, how she let the pleasure course through her, but finally he let her sag and rest.

Looking back over at Teyha, he tisked. "You remember the paingasm. Didn't you experience one just this morning? She enjoys hers. Don't ask me to deprive her of it." He looked to Kaura, who had at least regained her breath. "Are you willing to give this up, Kaura?"
 
Teyha nodded, but still winced with the sound of each blow across Kaura's soft skin. Still, there was no pain reflected in her gaze, only a deep lust, the powerful expression of a woman being pleased. It wasn't long before she arched, her eyes closing and her entire body tensing with the long built up need for release. She cried out, loud enough that if Teyha had been sleeping she would have surely been awakened, pulling and writhing in the confines of the ropes, as if trying to get free from the inescapable bonds.

Teyha shifted slightly in the bed, and turned away once more, hiding her sullen pout with the pillow that the held tight over her head once more. "She didn't just hit me..." She replied.

Kaura laughed breathlessly, her cheeks flushed red from excursion. "I don't want to give this up." She whispered. "But I do want to show my gratitude to you, Master Janek... For the wonderful orgasm."
 
"Mmm..." he nodded. "I'll accept your show of gratitude. But unless I miss my guess, this is not an unpleasant position for you to be in. I mean, stressfull, technically possibly painful... but that's rather what you enjoy about it, isn't it?" He came up behind her, rod in one hand, his other caressing down her striped stomach to cup and massage her tenderized lips and mound while he murmured in her ear. "I think you can show me your gratitude even more effectively by working within the bounds... and bonds... I've provided."

He had lost his breeches earlier -- he enjoyed disciplining his slaves naked, Kaura especially -- so his stiff shaft rubbed against the small of her back, as low as she was with her legs spread so wide. She didn't carry all of her weight on her arms, but enough to keep them feeling it. He nibbled at the back of her delicately arched and pointed ear as he crouched, himself, letting the seemingly-burning-hot tip of his cock trail down her spine, down between the cleft of her buttocks, also opened by the position of her legs. The coolness that followed the trail of his member proved he was ready, himself, his cock drooling a bit in anticipation...

He hadn't forgotten about Teyha; a touch of this was performance. But his main focus was on Kaura, and how she would feel, and how she made him feel. And he was loving all of it.
 
Janek didn't miss his mark. Being suspended in the air was a wholly natural feeling for Kaura, she actually enjoyed being held above the ground, and the pinch and pull of ropes added an erotic level that Kaura absolutely adored. She moaned softly in reply, and let Janek move across her, gasping as his lips met the sensitive arched tips of her ears. "Master..." She sighed softly, his every touch exciting her, preparing her for whatever use was to come.

She shivered at the hot and cold effect of his cock, the trail of precum that leaked across her body as he dragged his member across her. "I live to serve you." She whispered, "Please let me serve you in any way... Every way... You desire." In truth there wasn't much for Kaura to do, bound like this. She squirmed and tried to raise her hips, but her nether charms were already completely open. The soft pink of her sex glistening after their pain exercise, and framed like an exquisite painting by bold streaks of red. So she waited, patiently, for her master to sheath himself inside her once more, and use her to his pleasure. "My pleasure is your pleasure..." Kaura murmured, half to Janek, and half for Teyha to hear and understand. "It is my greatest honor to please you, Master Janek.

And Teyha did hear, a curious expression crossing her face at the unusual statement. It was subservient, but rang oddly true. Like a lover rather than a slave Kaura assumed the role of a pleasure giver, and was excited by it.
 
He found the height, and he levered his shaft forward and then let it lift, so it went between her spread-wide legs and then bumped with a solid, meaty thwack against her nether lips. She was so damp, glistening in the lamplight, that the impact spattered her own juices on her thighs. He moved his hips gently back and forth, just letting the length of him slide softly against her, sighing at the exquisite friction; his sawing motion parted her lips with his girth, edge-on, and rubbed a little across her ultra-sensitive clitoris. He loved the feel of her small gyrations, the limited way she could move against him, how she tried to angle herself; it was the desire and the restraint of it, the control he could exert over it, that really drove home how natural she seemed to be in this context. It was as if she was born to be bound, even as she was born to enjoy her sensations of pain.

But he was feeling his own urges rise, and he knew one of the things that he'd been born for. He could feel her juices dripping off his shaft, as he'd pumped against her enough to release them and encourage more. So he pulled back a bit, a bit more than before, and felt the thick, blunt head of his cock slide back along her lips, to her opening... and then further back, feeling the wrinkled skin of her anus, where he gently pushed forward again, his cockhead lubricated with her copious juices, and the angle being just about perfect.

It was not just his own appreciation of anal that spurred him to this choice. It was also the ultimate submission, the ultimate sexual giving up on her part, the ultimate sexual taking on his. It wasn't always comfortable, but it was always an utterly intmate sensation for her, and that's something he wanted to give to her (and to show Teyha, although frankly, that was a very small part of his thinking at the time).
 
Janek had perfected his skill over the years, the way to please a woman, the way to please himself. He was an expert in his trade, and that was very obvious when he bound Kaura. She swayed lightly in the rope bonds, ready, anticipating the moment when he plunged into her and claimed her body his once again. She was ready, her juices flowing free, dampening Janek and herself alike as he rubbed his way across her.

Every teasing thrust of his hips made her gasp softly, the swollen member rubbing mercilessly against her sensitive clit, drawing her pleasure to new heights. She would have given every shred of her dignity to be able to free herself, to make him bury himself in her waiting womanhood. Part of the thrill was that she couldn't. She was helpless to do anything but writhe helplessly in her bonds, her moans and gasps her only pleas for his mercy, to end the torture of waiting. Relieve would come soon enough, and she could feel him draw back, the trail of his hot cock tracing a line across her most intimate regions. She tensed when he slid to her waiting entrance, but he moved right past, making her eyes go wide with surprise and arousal.

He made his way to her tighter hole, and pressed himself against the wrinkled bud. She drew in a long shuddered breath, delighting in the twinge of pain that accompanied his invasion into her body. She arched in her bonds, sighing softly in relief. Her muscles rippled across in reflex, tightening to adjust to his girth. "Thank you Master Janek." Kaura moaned.


If Teyha had any hope for sleeping, it was gone when Janek and Kaura began their lovemaking. She rolled over once more, peeking out shyly from the corner of her pillow, gazing out at the pair while pretending to be asleep. As inconspicuously as she could she pulled she blanket over herself and hid away in the folds of cloth. It was then that her hand dipped between her thighs, and she rubbed tightly at her own womanhood, trying to relieve herself as quickly and quietly as possible to not disturb the lovers.
 
He sighed as he sank into her, as her body accepted him with some slight resistance, but the moan from the depths of her lungs, from the depths of her soul, even; that was even more satisfying to him than the physical pleasure of her anus squeezing him, her rectum flexing around his girth. Her body welcomed him, and he made the most of it, but he wasn’t doing this just for his own sake -- it was the best way he knew to give her the satisfaction he sensed she craved, to give her what she wanted, what she’d been missing for so long and what she’d found with him.

He was serious in his earlier approaches; he was doing this as much to help her appreciate her position as he was to thrill her senses. He knew he was doing both. And she, with her reflexive and not-so-reflexive tensing and releasing, knew what she was doing in milking him, in increasing and extending his pleasure, in trying to serve him in the way she could, in how they both enjoyed the service.

He began to thrust, first gently, softly, and then with increasing speed and depth. He let his hands roam her spread, stretched body, massaging her fleshy parts, her breasts, her thighs, her belly… he did, however, avoid her most sensitive flesh, her most sexual flesh. It was a tease, a taunt, but he knew he’d pay it off soon enough, but Kaura, Kaura enjoyed the coaxing.

His eyes flicked over to Teyha; he didn’t quite see what she was doing, under the blanket, but he did see her eyes, shining in the dim light, and guessed. So, to a degree, he allowed his time with Kaura to be a performance, knowing that, too, would be useful to Teyha’s education.
 
Kaura echoed Janek's sigh, her eyes drifting closed for just a moment to adjust to his girth inside her. After spending a day away from the feel of his body, and a night denied his touch to train the witch, this forceful pleasure was exactly what she needed. She did not mind splitting Janek's attention to aid the girl, but all the same she was grateful to have Janek to herself once more. She realized with a growing clarity that her feeling for the slaver were not typical of their relationship, but felt he knew it as well. His affection towards her, the care and attention he lavished seemed unknown to other women on the ship. He took the time to understand her and her needs, physical as well as mental, and that added to what she felt in this act of lust. Her devotion to him and him alone made her flex powerfully over him, determined to make their every embrace even more pleasurable than their last.

He began to thrust, building up to their usual pace with each long stroke. he rubbing of his flesh against hers, the tug and push of his length plunging into her, and impact of his hips against her straining buttocks was glorious in itself. His roaming hands added just another dimension to her building pleasure, straining her reserve. He groped her firmly, massaged her, enjoyed her, but never once tweaked what she desperately craved him to touch. She knew it was a taunt, but it made her shiver in anticipation all the same. "Master..." She panted, the arousal evident in her voice already, straining to maintain her calm. But tranquility escaped her, as it usually did when Janek began their training. Despite her best efforts to keep her grace she moaned and whimpered with a growing volume, her base desires overwhelming her pride. She hoped Janek liked it like that, the fight between her Elvish upbringing and the human training she endured. Customers would, she was sure. To see a prideful and reserved being reduced to whimpers and begging, the thrill of destroying grace through desire and lust.


Kaura's magic still worked its wonder's on Teyha's nethers, drawing out and intensifying her pleasure, even as she pleased herself. She swirled as her master had, teasing the bundle of nerves that the slavers manipulated so expertly. Even so she longed for something deeper, something her fingers alone couldn't give. She realized with a start that even as she built herself to orgasm she missed the feel of a man inside her, and watching her new master and friend less than three or four feet from her only made the craving worse. The training was slowly taking ahold of her, like Kaura her body was caving to its mot primal urges.
 
He drew it out as long as he could, feeling her melt and mold under his attentions, feeling her almost visibly give herself over to the passion and pleasure their bodies were generating together, as naturally as they generated heat or sweat, and all of which they generated in more copious amounts together than they did separately.

As his own passion mounted, he couldn't help himself. His hips reached their comfortable thrusting into her welcoming body, and his fingers sank eagerly into her sopping, buttery folds, so swollen with her need that her clit seemed almost to leap to rub itself against his fingertips. He moaned into her ear as the spasms of her own throes of pleasure clenched and rippled along his plunging length, and his free hand roamed along her body, pinching and tugging at her nipples, stroking her belly, massaging her breasts roughly, even trailing up her face to tease her lips. When he switched hands, he let her taste her own juices fresh from the source. And always, always he pumped, relentlessly pushing into her, bringing his own pleasure higher and making her strain in her bonds as she took and took and took from him, to their mutual enjoyment.
 
In just a few days on the ship Kaura had leaned more about herself and her desires than she ever thought she would. Submitting to her master in every imaginable way brought her to new levels of pleasure and excitement that she never knew existed, and her body responded beautifully. Held tight in her bonds the Elf had no choice but to simply accept what came to her, letting her body bend to Janek's will, and enjoy the ecstasy her obedience gave. She still clenched for him, cleaned his fingers of all her juices with urgent care to ensure not a single trace of her juice was left behind.

It was heavenly, and Kaura didn't want to try to deny herself her pleasure. She knew well how her body clenched across Janek when she came, and was only too willing to give him the experience. So she arched, groaning loudly as her hips bucked the little distance her bonds allowed, straining to reach him.


Wrapped in her blanket fortress Teyha was reaching her climax as well. her fingers plunged and swirled inside of her while her thumb rubbed the swollen bundle of nerves that topped her womanhood. Her other hand cupped her own breast, squeezing lightly and swirling her nipple as she struggled to bring herself off, unable to tear her eyes from the beautiful Elf or her unbearably sexy master and the lustful dance the performed. Their pleasure drove her forward, until she arched under the sheets as well, straining to hold her voice down to a soft ragged breathing. Just a few moments more and she would be there, lost in the joyous bliss of her self induced orgasm.
 
Teyha's thrashing was enough to draw Janek's attention out of the hazy fog he'd descended into, where he and Kaura were reacting to each other based purely on communication of touch. He realized what Teyha was doing, and what it meant, and an impulsive idea popped into his head. There was training through presence, and training through absence. And the one hadn't worked, so perhaps it was time to try the other.

His triggering ring was on the hand currently at Kaura's crotch. His other hand stole down her body to it, taking a moment to pull her roughly against his latest thrust before he caressed the gemstone on the ring just... so...

Both of the slave collars in the room tightened suddenly, exerting choking pressure on their throats. They were enchanted to loosen if the wearer lost consciousness, but they could choke the air entirely off if he so desired. Right now, they were only mostly constricted, a gasping trickle of air being let through, extending their consciousness, but the feeling of asphyxiation would occur immediately. He realized a bit late that Kaura was included in the radius of operation, and he hadn't specifically excluded her. He wondered how each of his slaves would react to the new stimuli. It certainly was one element of their training he'd neglected, and perhaps it was an appropriate time to administer it.
 
Teyha was pressed so close to release, her fingers moving in jerking motions over her from the force of her arousal. She moaned out softly, tangling herself in the sheets as she tensed, so close to her release that her eyes fluttered shut and she held her breath. She let out her breath after a long moment, and just as she drew in another hot breath her collar tightened without warning. Driven by the powerful magical spell to punish, Teyha found herself cut off from air. Her arousal forgotten she flailed for an entirely new reason. Her hands pawed at the collar, and she flopped over, falling off the bed in a tangle of blankets and sheets to tear at the device restricting her air flow.

The Elf, in contrast, had an entirely different reaction. She assumed quite logically that the denial of air was another training technique are bore it as gracefully as she could manage. Her moans cut off she could better hear the pants and sounds of pleasure her master gave with each deep thrust. Every noise from the witch's frantic thrashing to the wet slurping slap of their hips meeting time and again in a fury of motion and passion. Blood pulsed hot in Kaura's sensitive ears, and she let out one small pitched whine as her body clenched tightly over Janek, rippling along the length of his shaft. It was all the power she had now, deprived of everything but her own inner muscled, and the glorious stimulus her master gifted to her.

It only took a few long thrusts for Kaura to crest. She strained hard against the ropes, unable to draw in a shocked breath as her entire body trembled and shook unable to move past the random spasms and jerks the bonds would allow. Utterly helpless she could only clench hard over her master, begging him wordlessly to empty his load deep into the hot chasm of her body.
 
The restraint focused her, refined her, brought her entirely to bear on his shaft, and it was enough to push him over the edge, to bring him off inside her. Her body milked him, drew his essence out into her, her body sucking him dry. He gripped her hips tightly as he ground into her ass, pumping desperately into her.

As soon as he was done, emptied into her body, he triggered the ring again, releasing them. All three panted for breath, for various different reasons. He bent over and kissed Kaura's back, between her shoulders, a gentle kiss, and patted her on the buttocks as he pulled out. Then, still dripping with the juices from Kaura's body, he moved over to crouch beside the gasping Teyha. "I'm sorry, but I can't allow that. If you won't accept pleasure from your regular training, I'm afraid I can't allow you to pleasure yourself. So, I apologize for the abrupt way I had to interrupt your efforts, but I needed to establish that right away."

He reached down and helped her sit up, lifted her up to the bedside. He was aware of Kaura hanging in her bonds, panting and recovering, but he knew she would be all right for now. He lifted Teyha's face, and gazed into her eyes. "This is unfortunate. But necessary. If your convictions alter, so will your restrictions. Am I understood?"
 
For Kaura suspended in the air she felt perfectly natural. She let her muscles relax after the hard flexing she strained to put them through, and hung limp from her bonds. Her bosom heaved mightily, her breasts swaying as she panted, drawing in lungfuls of the sweet air she was denied. She was so blissful, so content she hardly noticed the interaction between her beloved master and the small witch girl on the floor.

Teyha yanked back away from Janek's hands with a low growl, her eyes wide and full of emotions ranging from fear to boiling rage. Trembling she pulled herself back onto the bed, crawling in much the way a cornered animal would away from a threat. She crouched low on the bed, the wild curls of her hair, disturbed from her thrashing and substantiate fall hanging wildly around her face. "You never said anything of the sort before." She almost growled, irritated that her pleasure seeking was so rudely disturbed. He could have warned her before, he could have given the order before! What was the point of punishing someone for breaking a rule they didn't know existed? And exactly how many other restrictions would she have to feel spontaneously rising into place without warning for pretense?

She grabbed the blanket, too angry to embrace her source and use magic, and yanked it over herself again. "I'm taking my nap." She snapped, curling up in the warm folds of the sheets to shut out the sight of her master and friend, reveling in the afterglow of their copulation. "Goodnight Master."
 
"I never said it before because you told me you were going to sleep. Had I known you were going to stroke off, I would have mentioned something." He paused, sighing. He had made a decision in the moment, but it was a standard technique to change the rules at whim, to keep the slaves off-guard and teach them to simply obey. He thought of it as unfortunate but necessary. "Look, I'm sorry. You just... take your nap."

He got up and returned to Kaura. He took a moment and caressed her limbs, her body, while gazing into her face. He kissed her tenderly on the lips, then reached up to unfasten her wrists. "Would you... look after her?" he murmured, far too softly for human ears to hear. "I want her to accept pleasure from a trainer, and I have to limit her otherwise. Do you understand? Can you explain it to her? I have to go get something."
 
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