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A maid for Ms. Devilla Roche (Devilla Roche and IntoThe Mystic)

David was still feeling perplexed as to why he seemed to be having a far less negative respone to being surrounded by pink when he was broken from his daze by the sound of his two tormentresses returning. Except, now they looked to be anything but tormentresses. With the harsh leather and chrome of their dungeon mistresses attire gone and replaced with soft, lacy feminine lingerie they looked anything but frightening. Well, other than their long thick cocks that made David feel all the more inadequate with his own. In fact, the two Amazonian women looked soft, sensual and nurturing.

He looked at them with confused eyes, drinking in the sight of their voluptuous curves, their massive breasts tantalizingly displayed beneath seductive see-through material. It wasn't long ago that he was so frightened by them he wanted to scream at the top of his lungs and sprint away from them. Now, strangely enough, he felt oddly soothed and comforted by the sight of them, so much so that he felt a desire for them to just gather him up in their arms, cradle him close and wrap him up snugly in their arms.

What in god's name was happening to him??

Their voices were gentle, loving and maternal, washing over him in a way that made him feel warm and his body tingle. Gone was the informal reference of Mr. Markell, replaced with the silky tone of 'Davey'. Strangely, though it made him feel all the more weaker and smaller in their presence, it was in a way that made him all but want to cling to them.

So strange.

He had little choice, but now absolutely no desire, to not allow them to carry him and prepare his bath. The warm, fragrant, bubbly water felt heavenly against his body, particularly after the thick, mud-like substance he had been dangled in not long ago. As horrifying as that experience had been, for the moment this felt equally blissful.

David looked up at them, his eyes now with a dreamy look to them as he nodded his response. "Very," he replied. "This is sooo nice...... thank you." His voice was now soft, relaxed and sounded every bit as dreamy as the expression in his eyes. To his surprise, he even found himself looking at them and asking in a hopeful voice, "Are you both staying here with me?"
 
Morganna answered his question, “Yes, of course we are. You heard Madame Devilla, we are here to bathe you, feed you, and then put you to bed.”

Leticia removed her babydoll from her body and Morganna followed suit. Both had only their lace chokers on and their Marabou heels.

Leticia grabbed a huge foam sponge and put it on her hand like a glove. She then handed one to Morganna and she put hers on, and did so in a slow loving manner. On their knees, they then began to bathe him, their sponge-covered hands now swirling on the skin of his body and doing so in a way that was reminiscent of having some sort of Asian massage. From his feet, to his temple, slow, gentle circular motions. Enough to make one very relaxed. Both Morganna and Leticia kept this up, over his narrow chest, his arms and legs and even over his stomach. Then, suddenly, but not surprisingly, Leticia rubbed her foam sponge hand up and down over David’s diminutive cock.

Morganna then moved forward and kissed David on the lips. Eyes closed, she soon pushed her sweet tasting tongue into his mouth and continued to kiss David passionately. It was only a slight distraction, but as Leticia kept pushing up and down with her gloved hand, it was clear that she was giving him an undeniable hand job.
 
Though he tried not to be rude and stare too obviously, it was impossible for the breast-obsessed man to not let his gaze linger momentarily on the massive, soft mounds each woman was endowed with, capped off with large, inviting mouth watering nipples. It was also impossible for his small little cock to not respond by beginning to stiffen.

David felt transported as the soft sponges began to sensually travel and roam across his body. Without realizing it the luxurious bath gradually became filled with the sounds of his own soft, involuntary moans and sighs of pleasure. David would have been all but sinking in to the tub from the state of blissful pleasure relaxation he was in had it not been for their hands supporting his now ultra relaxed body.

He was lost in a world of soft, bubbly warmth, soft warm breasts to gaze at while the soft sponges sensually bathed his petite body. Soft groans of pleasure escaped him when the sponges would pass across his nipples, his body feeling unusually sensitive there for some reason. And when he felt Leticia begin rubbing against his already stiffening little cock he gasped slightly.

David's first thought was that it had to have been inadvertent but when it continued he found his moans increasing. Then, they were muffled when Morganna first took his mouth softly with hers, then gradually more passionately as her tongue slipped inside his mouth and drove his lust even higher. David felt indescribably aroused and totally under the control of these two women who were now working his body with exquisite skill.

His body began to writhe in response with need, his hips beginning to lift and thrust toward Leticia's stroking hand. At the same time he was breathless from Morganna's hungry kiss, moaning in to her mouth and softly begging, "Please?....... please?.........", his hips lifting in the air while his little dick ached with need for release.
 
Both women responded to his pleas, Leticia for her part actually wrapped her sponge laden hand around David’s tiny dick and began to slowly jack him off. Morganna, withdrew her tongue and her lips completely. She then stood up slowly, bent at her hips, and and massaged his head with her enormous EE breasts. The sheer weight of them on his head was one thing, but moving them from the back of his head to the front of his face was like no other feeling in the world. The softness, the feminine odor, everything about them heightened David’s experience.

After about five minutes of this, shall we say, special therapy, Morganna took a seat at the edge of the tub. Her wide ass slide up to his body and she twisted her body so that her right tit aligned with his mouth. Morganna gripped the back of his head with her sponge covered hand and pulled him inward toward her teat. She made sure he latched on and, at that point, cooed and moaned allowing him to suckle.

Moments later, her milk flowed from her engorged nipple directly into his mouth down into his stomach. It was nourishment that he needed.

Morganna looked down at him and with a loving, maternal tone said, “That’s a good boy Davey, suck on Morganna’s nipple and enjoy.”
 
David felt as if his mind was about to give out on him. Absolutely nothing about the last two days seemed like it was even remotely possible for it to be real.

Being seduced, kidnapped, crated up and transported half way around the world?

Being subjected to the most frightening, horrific torment he could imagine until he agreed to literally sign over everything he had worked for, plus his own life to this woman?

And now, being lavished in such a gentle, sensual onslaught of maternal female softness?? The twists and turns were far beyond comprehension.

At the moment though, with Leticia gently, insistently working his adorable quivering little erection with her sponge and Morganna completely enveloping his senses with her massive, warm, soft, feminine scented breasts David was literally a mess. He was mindlessly cooing and whimpering, gasping for air, turning his head from side to side and nuzzling in to Morganna as if he couldn't possibly get enough of the feel of her breasts against his face.

However, when he felt a heavy, swollen nipple pressed to his lips and he was instructed to suck it was more than David could take. He'd been so weakened, so dazed, so emotionally overwhelmed by their maternal sweetness and sensual onslaught David actually had tears begin to from in his eyes. And then, when he felt sweet, warm milk oozing from Morganna's nipples he lost the last shred of control he had left.

David let out a long, passionate groan that was muffled in Morganna's breast and he lost control of his cock, his little penis twithing and spasming as it could not keep from surrendering spurt after spurt of seed. With his body noticeably shaking he pressed his face as close as he could into the softness of Morganna's breast, his mouth sucking hungrily as he did his best to nuzzle in as close as possible.
 
The task of cleaning up his cum from his body was not a problem, being that the sticky white goo became a slick on the surface of the bath water, mixing with the bubbles that smelled totally feminine and divine. Morganna finished feeding Davidi both breasts. She could see that he consumed large quantities of his milk and the heaviness in his eyes was apparent to both she and Leticia. At the same time, they had washed his hair, rinsed it bringing his bath to a tidy end.

They stood him up, Morganna supporting him with her arms while Leticia let the water drain. She washed his body with fresh water, then Morganna pulled him out of the tub, and toweled him off. It is important to note how they were carrying out Madame Devilla’s words of “Don’t worry David, I’m going to take good care of you.” Yes, Morganna and Leticia were certainly doing that.

After lathering on a body lotion that smelled like lavender, they walked his tired body back into the bedroom. Once inside the pink bedroom they proceeded to do a few things, but in a gentle loving manner. First, Leticia grabbed a chastity device from one of the bureau drawers and slipped it onto his tiny dick, she passed a small padlock through and a hard pink plastic sheath covered not only the head and shaft of his member, but his scrotum too.

Then they prepped his anus with a personal lubricant and quickly, and gently slid an anal plug deep into his ass. Lastly, they placed him in the same babydoll that they were wearing, except his was pink. Before he could even resist (if he even had the energy), they forcibly placed him in his bed and pulled the fur duvet back over his body.

Leticia then pressed a button on one of the pink walls, and a program went into action. Out of the sides of the bed, many stiff steel straps moved out and around his body. They moved across him, like a snake slithering up one’s body. The straps then entered openings on the other side of the bed and slowly tighten against his body, fusing it to the bed. The bed and David were no one. He was not able to move a muscle yet again. His movements no longer in his control, but in Madame Devilla’s full control.

Through all this Morganna and Leticia were as maternal and loving as two women could be. Now dressed in their babydolls they said they said their good nights, kissed him on each cheek, shut off the bedroom light, closed the bedroom door, and with a ~CLICK!!~ locked the door shut.

It was quiet now, dark and David was left to his thoughts.
 
After the orgasm that had been drawn out of him by Leticia and nursing at Morganna's soft, ample breasts David's ordeal had finally caught up with him. His body was exhausted and he could not have felt more depleted.

Though with earlier encounters with his two caregivers David often felt resentment or embarrassment at how they would simply carry his body as they see fit. Not this time. This time David was so tired he was grateful for their assistance in guiding his sleepy body to his bed.

He was already fighting sleep, struggling to keep his eyes open when he sensed them once again doing something with his genitals. At that moment though he was too sleepy to care or pay much attention, putting up no resistance as he felt some sort of device seemingly secured around his genitals. He did though softly whimper, "Please don't," at the sensation of a phallic object invading his ass. Other than a soft grunt when it was inserted in to place, that proved to be the extent of his resistance.

David gave them a confused look when he realized how they were dressing him, but at that moment he was so exhausted he really didn't care what he was wearing. Anyway, he assumed they likely just hadn't had a chance to get clothes for him and it would only be a one night embarrassment. Even the bondage straps at the moment seemed to only be of minor concern to him. At that moment he was so exhausted David knew he was likely going to be able to sleep under any conditions.

That was true, until he woke in the middle of the night three hours later. He instinctively tried to roll over and realized he couldn't move, and his heart rate began to elevate. He then was reminded of the sense of fullness filling his ass, which triggered an unwanted reaction in his cock, only to be reminded not only was he bound to the bed but his cock and scrotum were also captured in their own little prison.

Now he could feel a sense of both frustration and helplessness mounting, his body uselessly trying to move against the steel straps, his mind becoming preoccuped with the sensations in his ass and caged genitals. David did his best to try to relax but his anxiety was mounting. Soon he felt that he had no choice and he started to call out for help.

"Help me? Please? I can't move........ somebody, please help me??" The more he cried out for help the more awake he gradually became, and the louder his pleas became as well.
 
Even with his pleas for help, no one showed up. David was but to bed at around three in the afternoon. SOmehow he thought it was the middle of the night. In reality it was just a few minutes after six in the evening. Without any windows in the room, it would be difficult to know. So, the hours slowly rolled by. No one would come by until the next day.

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5:30 in the morning….

As if on a timer, the lights went on at the same time the bed’s metal straps retracted, freeing David to get up out of bed. He could roam around from bedroom to bathroom. Hopefully, he would figure out that the could urinate if need be since there was a small hole at the end of the chastity device. If he checked he would find that the toilet seat on the toilet bowl was permanently fixed to the toilet bowl and did not lift up.

He could have unfettered access to the linen closet in the bathroom, which had an array of towels, washcloths, shampoos, beauty bars, lotions, and all other things feminine. The bureau drawers were locked as was the two walk in closet doors. To the side of the bed was now a makeup table, complete with a mirror and just about every cosmetic device and a vast array of makeup from lipstick, to eyeliner, to base, to eyebrow pencil.


6:15 in the morning....

The cylinder in the lock at the door to David’s room went off with a ~CLICK!!~ and in walked Morganna. As usual, her attire lead one to think ‘drop dead gorgeous’ as if, is there anything that this Amazonian woman could wear that would make her look bad?

Her blonde hair was wavy and flowing and hung halfway down her backside. Around her neck was a thin red strap. Connected in the front was a piece of metal, framed with the letters, ‘S,’ ‘L,’ ‘U,’ ‘T’ inside of it. She wore a white blouse, short-sleeved that had a heck of a time containing her huge tits. Morganna had a few buttons open, to relieve some pressure one would assume; at the same time, you could see some of the pretty white-laced bra underneath the shirt. From her waist, Morganna had on a perfectly pleated, red tartan mini-skirt. Her legs did not have any stockings on and it was very clear to see her curvaceous legs, from her thighs to her calves. On Morganna’s feet were four inch Mary Janes completing what was clearly a schoolgirl look.

Morganna noticed that his pink babydoll was on the bed and that he was not in the bedroom. She found him in a corner of the bedroom, naked and sitting on the floor. In a cheery voice, she said, ‘Davey, there you are you little scamp! Come here.” Helping him off the floor she walked his small framed body back to the bedroom and continued with a wagging finger, “Now Davey, you mustn't remove your babydoll. If Madame Devilla caught you without your babydoll on, she would punish you.”

Bending down to look at him eye to eye as he stood by the bed Morganna smiled from ear to ear...
“Davey honey, today starts your first day of training! Isn’t that simply wonderful?”
 
Eventually David realized that no one was coming to his aid and gradually he resigned himself to that fact. As he laid in bed, securely restrained, genitals imprisoned and his ass impaled the sense of contentment he'd enjoyed briefly when he was so lovingly, sensually bathed and fed began to fade away. Again he was reminded of how utterly and completely helpless he was around these women and that he was anything but a traditional house guest here at The Lace Mansion.

For the remainder of the night David drifted in and out of sleep. Sometimes he woke up in a panic, straining against his bonds as he was reliving his terror in the quick sand pit. Other times though he was unable to keep his mind from drifting with sensual, erotic thoughts of the maddeningly attractive women who had captured him, the way Morganna had brushed and dragged her soft, scented breasts all over his face, inciting his arousal to the point that his penis simply erupted. Unfortunately though, now when his mind was filled with those thoughts he was left with nothing but maddening frustration. Restrained to the bed as he was and his aroused cock securely locked away at those moments David could do nothing but whimper softly in frustration.

Mercifully, finally David was stirred from his sleep as he realized not only did some of the lights in his room come on, but the restraints securing him to the bed were retracting. Still filled with thoughts of nursing from Morganna's breasts he instinctively reached to touch his cock as soon as the restraints were gone, only to be cruelly reminded of the chastity device around his cock. "Oh god," he whimpered softly to himself in frustration.

He made his way out of bed into the bathroom, relieved when he realized that although his chastity device prevented him from touching himself it did not prevent him from urinating. David spent several frustrating moments trying to lift up the toilet seat only to realize it was an impossible task - it was designed in a way so that it was permanently down - and ultimately had no choice but to sit down to relieve his bladder.

David then immediately went to the door of his room to leave, only to find that it was locked and he was unable to exit. He jiggled and turned the knob several times to no success, then sighed in frustration and gave up. Instead, he began to explore the room, wandering about to see what was there.

It didn't take him long to realize that it indeed was an elegant, lovely room - that is, if you were a woman. It was exquisitely decorated and appointed with a feminine touch and most assuredly designed with a feminine guest in mind. Perhaps the clothes and sundry items for men were kept tucked away in the closets or drawers? If so, he would have to get help to open those because David realized all of those were locked. Or, better yet, maybe he would get moved to a different room that was more suitable for a man?

When he passed by a mirror he couldn't help but feel embarrassed about how he looked so he peeled of the thin nightie he'd been dressed in the night before and tossed in on the bed. He preferred to wear nothing at all rather than the ultra feminine nightie and opted to just wait until he was brought more appropriate clothing to get dressed. Eventually David just sat down in the corner, his knees drawn up and his arms wrapped around them, his mind trying to make sense of his new surroundings that he desperately hoped were only temporary.

David was actually relieved when Morganna eventually entered the room, after all she had been so sweet and loving to him the night before. As gorgeous as she looked though the last thing he needed though was to let his gaze linger on her, much less on the swells of her breasts that appeared about to burst out of her top. Given that he was locked up in a chastity device the absolute last thing he wanted to have to deal with on top of his confusing, helpless situation was a bout of sexual frustration that he was unable to do anything about.

He did his best to offer a smile as he glanced up at her. Given how sweet she had been to him perhaps she could become an ally? David knew better than to attempt to resist so he followed along, allowing her to lead him where she wanted.

"I'm sorry," he responded. "I didn't know.... I just thought that I'd go ahead and take it off and then when someone had a chance to bring me some clothes I'd just get dressed then."

He paused and then added, "... and, I was just wondering.... I mean, don't get me wrong, this is a lovely room.... but, I was just wondering, do you think I'll be in this one very long? I'm not complaining, I promise.... it really is a lovely room, I was just wondering if maybe I might be moved to a room that is more suitable for a man?"

Then, when Morganna mentioned that training would be beginning David's spirits perked up a little. Surely, training meant he was going to be introduced to the labs and perhaps fellow scientists at Roche Industries where he would be working. If he was going to be held here against his will, it would be nice to be able to get back in the lab and use his science skills, even if the fruit of his labor would benefit Devilla and not himself.

David nodded and agreed, "Yes, I would like that very much. Are the science labs here at the mansion or somewhere else? I actually am looking forward to seeing them, I can only imagine how sophisticated they must be." He then looked at Morganna and asked, "Oh, and I did try to get dressed this morning but couldn't find any clothes for me. I'm guessing maybe in the closet or the drawers but those were all locked. Can you find me something to wear today please?"
 
Regarding David’s request for a new room…

Morganna gives David the most futile of looks then says with a sigh, “Well Davey, it’s really not up to me. That is entirely up to Madame Devilla. You certainly could ask her, but my advice would be to accept this as your room. Sorry little guy, I wish I had a better answer, but, well i just don’t.”

Regarding getting dressed, Morganna hesitated then spoke in a matter-of-fact tone, “Davey, you have to realize that I have my instructions in what you are to wear. Again, it is per Madame Devilla’s orders. I don’t think you want to give me a hard time on this. Be open minded about the whole think.

With a set of keys hidden down her blouse, deep in the abyss of her cleavage, Morganna pulled out a set of keys and opened up both closets and the bureau drawers. She then quickly scooped up a few items...a white corset, a white blouse, a choker with a metal plate on it, a red tartan mini skirt, and two inch heeled red Mary Janes.
She could see his face turn white like a ghost and that her read his mind perfectly....so she placed the items on his bed and then hugged him, her bosom right in her face...then she said almost apologetically, “I know this is not what you want, but remember, your life is not your own anymore. Madame Devilla will see to things as she sees fit. You won’t be going to any science labs. Sorry Davey. But, I need you to stay focused and do as I tell you to do.”

She grabbed his face and placed her pillowy pink lips on his and kissed him ever so lightly. As she pulled her lips apart from his she smiled innocently. "Allow me to guide you and things will be all right. Can you do that Davey? Can you do as I say and let me do as Madame Devilla desires for you?”
 
The more David listened to Morganna the more he realized he should have known better. He thought back to the first time he'd seen Morganna and Leticia with Madame Devilla, the two intimidating women reacting as submissive to and controlled by her as he was. With that, the brief hope he'd had that perhaps Morganna could be an ally for him was gone. It was clear she was no more likely to go against Madame Devilla than he was.

It was also becoming clear to him that it wasn't an accident that he was being kept in this room, and that Madame Devilla had no intention of using him as a scientist. He looked on in disbelief at the women's clothing Morganna pulled out and laid on the bed, realizing that's what she expected him to be wearing.

Mercifully, at least Morganna seemed to be making an attempt to be as kind as possible to him while she made her expectations very clear. And, when she hugged him close to her voluptuous cleavage then kissed his lips David had no choice of resisting her.

He nodded his head, meekly answering her question with, "Yes.... I'll try." For a moment he simply gazed at the clothes lying on the bed as if he hadn't the faintest idea what they were or how one would even go about putting such things on. After a moment of thought he decided the skirt looked the easiest.

David then stepped in to it, pulled up his legs and over his hips, then after a moment of searching for the zipper managed to find it and pull that up as well. He glanced ahead and caught a glimpse of himself in the full length mirror on the wall. David paused, studied himself with a look of curiosity on his face. He even turned to the side, then looked over his shoulder so he could see a profile of himself.

Next, he picked up the corset, assuming that was likely the item that needed to go on next. He held up before his eyes, unsure if he was holding it correctly then turned it upside down to study it that way. That didn't look right either so he turned it back the way he originally had it. Finally, looking at Morganna he softly asked, "I don't know what to do with this..... can you help me with it?" Timidly, he then held the corset out to her with the hope she knew how it worked.
 
Watching David put on the skirt and trying to figure out the corset and its many clips and what to do with the leather lace in the back all Morganna could do was chuckle out loud…

Upon his request for help, she interjected and took over. In a sweet, but still riotous tone she said, “Okay Davey, I think that’s enough for you.”

She undid the skirt zipper in the back, which he only managed to get halfway up and removed it...she then placed it on the bed and said, “The corset goes on first. Now Davey, watch and learn.”

Morganna proceeded to show him that the clips go together first. Once that was done, the clips go to the front and the eyelets and leather lacing in the back. As she ran the lacing through each pair of eyelets she explained, “You must have corset training for a few reasons. Right now you have a man’s posture. The corset will make your posture so much better and when you walk, you will walk as though you appear as a woman and not as a man. Also, the corset will bring your waist in and make your body look more curvaceous so again, less like a man and more like a woman.”

She pulled in more and more and the bottom eyelets and David would feel the grip that the garment had on him, making his breathing a bit more difficult. With Morganna’s knee in his lower back, she pulled hard and tied a few knots with the lacing.

Then she continued, “Now these two straps,” which she brought one over his chastised cock and over the crack of his ass, “Will do two things,” the straps ~snapped~ together right at his crotch, “one, they will make you look like you have a vagina and not have a cock and this will help keep that plug inside of you.” Reading his mind, “I know you are wondering, why do I need that plug and the chastity device. Well Madame Devilla is controlling your little dick. She decides when you are to have sex. The same goes for your ass. No penetration without removal of the plug first. And, the plug being deep inside of you will make sure you are prompted to walk, and in some odd way yes, act more female than male. Now let’s take a look at you.”

Morganna places him in front of a full length mirror on the bathroom door....
“You look lovely. White looks good on that alabaster skin of yours,” Morganna remarked, “Now let’s get the next item on you.”

She grabbed the choker with the metal frame in the middle. The letters read ‘M,’ ‘A,’ ‘I,’ D’ on it..
 
As if finding himself in a position where he had no choice but to dress himself in women's clothes wasn't embarrassing enough, David blushed with even more embarrassment when he realized at how miserably he had failed at what was likely a simple task for most women. With a sheepish look on his face he softly muttered, "Sorry," when Morganna had to undo what little he had accomplished.

He looked on with a mystified expression on his face, as if a corset had to be the most complex device he'd ever laid eyes on. Though David was making an attempt to pay attention and learn the words he heard Morganna so calmly saying were so jolting to him that he struggled to focus.

Of course he had a man's posture and walked like a man. Why would he need an intricate garment like this to make him walk and appear to have female curves?? David swallowed hard, his mind trying to simultaneously pay attention and learn the fine art of putting on a corset while at the same time trying to process what he was hearing.

Oh god, Madame Devilla was not simply amusing herself by putting him through the humiliation of being forced to wear women's clothes. She wanted more. She was going to transform him in to a woman. Oh. My. God.

It was fortunate for David that at that moment Morganna was supporting him by holding on to the corset or he likely might have collapsed in a puddle on the floor. He gasped softly when his breath was momentarily cut short by Morganna's snug pull on the laces to tighten the corset, feeling as if the corset was a mild form of bondage to his small, slight frame.

His sense of utter helplessness continued to spiral as Morganna so calmly explained how the chastity device and plug would ensure Madame Devilla also now had complete control of his sex life. And unfortunately for David, given that in the recesses of his mind his hottest fantasies were always filled with sexy, dominant, controlling women the mere thought of that caused him to flush with unwanted arousal and his trapped little cock to try to stiffen.

David kept his eyes shut at first when Morganna turned him to face the mirror, finally opening them and gazing at himself in disbelief. He tilted his head, as if curiously studying himself. His gaze lingered on his chest as it seemed to him that his normally weak, flat chest looked a little different. Slightly more rounded and puffier. As he gazed in to the mirror he thought to himself that somehow the corset must have been manipulating his body in a way that caused him to have the appearance of small, budding breasts.

His gaze was then distracted however when he saw the next item Morganna picked up. David's eyes widened and the look in his eyes was so obvious it was priceless. Clearly David was in disbelief at what he was seeing and was about to speak to say something to Morganna, yet before a sound could come out of his mouth he silenced himself. Instead, he simply looked at Morganna with defeated eyes, as if silently acknowledging he was slowly but surely putting together the pieces of what Madame Devilla had in mind for him. And, it had absolutely nothing to do with heading up the technology divisions of Roche Industries.
 
After placing the choker around David’s neck and locking it with a ~CLICK!!~ Morganna move onto the white blouse. Starting from the bottom, she worked her way up, leaving two buttons open at the top, allowing for just a hint of someone to see a small amount of David’s corset, and what little cleavage he appeared to have.

“Fabulous!!” Morganna exclaimed aloud with a bright smile, “It looks good on you Davey, trust me.”

The blouse was a fitted shirt and pulled in exceptionally tight at the waist to follow his new, more feminine figure. Morganna reached for the red tartan pleated mini-skirt and instructed of him, “Legs please.”

Morgana looked on as he stepped into the skirt one leg at a time, then she lifted the skirt to his waist and zipped up the back, this time all the way to the top. She immediately grabbed the shoes and picked him up with ease, having David sit on the edge of his bed. After strapping both on his feet, she looked squarely down with a smile and just said the word, “Perfect.”

“You’re not quite finished yet. Next we have to put on your wig and have you made up, as in make up my dear.

Morganna escorted David to the makeup table and sat him down.
 
"Thank you," he replied out of habit to Morganna's compliment, when truthfully the last thing he could have imagined was was being complimented because of how fabulous he looked trussed up in a corset. Still, there was part of him that appreciated hearing a compliment from Morganna, even it was far from the traditional compliment he would have typically hoped for from someone like her.

In fact, hearing the delight in Morganna's voice David even paused for a moment, giving himself a second glance in the mirror, somewhat fascinated at how different the lines of his body seemed to be simply from the way Morganna had dressed him.

His head turned as far around as possible, watching Morganna zipping up his skirt. Immediately he sensed a difference in how it hugged his waist when completely zipped, compared to the way it had hung noticeably looser when he'd failed to do the same thing in his earlier attempt. He tucked away a mental note in the back of his mind to make sure to always double check the zipper.

David then stared down at his feet, the combined effects of the plus and his two inch heels causing him to walk comically awkwardly. In fact, his steps were so clumsy he used one hand to hold on to Morganna's arm as she led him across the room where she sat him down at an elegant vanity table.

He could not have felt more lost as he looked at the assortmen of items arranged neatly before him, clueless what any of them were or what they did, but he was quite certain he was soon going to be finding out.
 
First, Morganna pulled back David’s hair in several places and pinned it so that it was neater and was more conducive for accepting the wig that would be placed on his head. Next, she went to work transformed into creative makeup artist. Starting with base and highlighting his cheeks and parts of his nose, Morganna gave David’s face more highlights and more dimension. She then plucked eyebrow hairs and started to use eyeshadows of different colors, eyeliner and eye mascara to intensify and better define David’s eye lashes. Morganna held back on using fake eyelashes as she wanted David to have a more natural look.

Then she used the eyebrow pencil to better define and sharpen his now female looking eyebrows. From there, she moved on to a reddish rouge and then it was pink lipstick, lip liner, and a lip gloss to feminize and make his lips appear as pouty as they could be. With some finishing touches Davey was ready for his new wig, which would be temporary until his hair grew in long and full.

Morganna grabbed the wavy blonde wig from one of the two closets and carefully set it on David’s head. The fit around his head was like a glove on a hand. She let the trusses fall down on the sides and rear and began to work her fingers through the wig. The Morganna picked up a brush and then some hairspray and after brushing the wig this way and that way, she told David, “Close your eyes,” and shot hairspray all around, then patted the wig lightly with her huge hands. She was done.

Excitedly, “Let’s get you in front of the mirror!” Morganna helped him out of the chair and put him in front of the full length mirror. There was David Markell, a la féminisée. Fully made up, his
Blonde hair, fake though it was, fell down just past his neck with some body to it. With the uniform, the heels, and his budding breast, he passed for not a bad looking female. In otherwards, he was convincing to say the least.

Morganna took the pink lipstick and placed it in the small pocket in the front of his skirt. “You’ll need this, trust me.”

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door...
 
David felt himself sink even another level deeper into a sense of submission when Morganna began her work. What had begun the night before as him simply thinking they'd forgotten to bring him pajamas for a man and instead had nothing but a nightie to give him had now escalated in to something totally different. They didn't simply want to dress him as a woman, they were transforming him in to a woman and they were going to go as far as they wanted. And further, based on his experience with these three woman so far David had absolutely no reason to believe there was even one little thing he could do to stop them.

As he sat by helplessly and not making the slightest effort to resist, David couldn't help but have his mind spin at the realization of what was happening. Sure, he'd heard stories before about young boys who would perhaps find themselves the target of their older sisters who would dress them up as a girl to make fun of them. But, this was different. He was a grown adult man, yet clearly they viewed him as little more than a doll or a toy they could dress up and use however they please.

Realistically David was well aware that physically compared to other men there was not much he could offer a woman. But, to realize that Madame Devilla thought so little of him as a man she decided to simply steal him away and transform him as she pleased was a crushing blow to what little male ego David had, particularly after he'd so foolishly allowed himself to believe a woman like her would be interested in a man like him after she so easily seduced him at the Waldorf Astoria.

Now, he knew the truth. Madame Devilla didn't see him as a man, she didn't even seen him as a scientist. He was nothing more than a toy for her to manipulate, control and and do with as she pleased. To the rest of the world he might have been a man who was a well respected scientist and business man; to Madame Devilla he was nothing more than a small little piece of human clay she was enjoying molding in to a feminized, helpless maid.

As he watched Morganna do as she pleased with him in the back of his mind David couldn't help but question his manhood. Would a real man have ever allowed himself to get in to this sort of impossible predicament? Would he have just helplessly cowered and given in to these gorgeous, dominant women?

Maybe...... this was more fitting for him? Maybe a man who was so physically inferior, so completely intimidated by the women surrounding him was better suited to be a maid who's every moment was controlled by Madame Devilla. At this point, nothing in the world made sense to David and he was questioning everything he ever knew or believed in.

When Morganna finished her work and paraded him over to the full-length mirror David could not have been more shocked. What he saw in the mirror was unrecognizable, even to himself. He didn't know what he'd expected to see, probably a garish, exaggerated feminine appearance designed solely to shame and humiliate him.

What he saw though was startlingly different. Apparently Morganna had not been trying to make him look foolish and ridiculous so that he would be a laughing stock in front of the three women? David was shocked to see that she truly had been working toward giving him the appearance of a beautiful woman. His eyes widened in disbelief as he tried to absorb what he was seeing in the mirror.

Truthfully, David had never liked looking at himself in the mirror. He knew how inadequate he was a man. He knew he was short, slight, weak, and had none of the characteristics most women find attractive in a man. Staring at himself in the mirror though he saw a hint of curves in his shape that seemed to be much more suited to a woman than his frame had ever been for a man. And, even his face seemed to have been made up in a way that highlighted and enhanced features that had a feminine quality to them.

To say the least, David was shocked. So much so that he was still staring at himself in wide-eyed disbelief when the knock came on the door, not even aware of the slightest sound.
 
Morganna pulled open the door and there she was in her full glory, Madame Devilla…

Dressed in a long, white robe made from mink fur and wearing a beautiful, full length black negligee, four inch black Marabou slippers, Devilla was either on her way to eat breakfast or coming back from breakfast. Her long blonde hair was up in a loose bun, yet she still looked amazingly beautiful. Her face was made up, no doubt, but her makeup was not heavy. Even looking like this, she still had quite the presence when she walked in the room.

“What a delight Morganna, you’ve made her look very good. That was a good choice with the wig. I think you’ve finally gotten this down. Well done!” Madame Devilla complimented Morganna for her hard work with David and that brought a smile to Morganna’s face.

Bowing her head, “Thank you Madame, you are too kind. Of course I work hard to please you.”

“Yes, you do. And I expect you to keep this up or you know the consequences,” Madame Devilla responded in a matter-of-fact tone.

Then Devilla strode right up to David, looking down at him...that distinct, pungent, yet very feminine odor seemed to reach out and wrap itself around any person she stood near - this time it was David who would have his body ensconced with that wonderful odor. Ad odor that mentally, makes you want to stand near this woman, no matter what she says or does.

With that with the same serious tone, but this time her left eyebrow was raised Devilla addressed David directly, “And you my dear David, you will learn a lot from myself and others starting with bowing before me.” She then lifted up his head by his chin and looked down at him. “Morganna will soon take you down to the Academy for your schooling and learning the ways of life around here at The Lace Mansion and with me.” ~pausing, but looking straight at him~ “But, before you go down, I am here to give you your new name.” In an already serious tone Devilla continued, “From this day forward you will be known as Cassandra Marks. That is your new legal name. That other male name David Markell, is now gone forever. You may be referred to by some as Cassi or Cass or Ms. Marks. And you will refer to yourself as such. If I hear you or anyone else refer to you as anything else, especially as David or Mr. Markell, that person will be vigorously punished including YOU Cassandra. Am I clear on this and do you understand?”
 
The mere presence of Madame Devilla entering the room immediately put David's nerves on edge. To say he felt small in the presence of these two women would be quite the understatement, and the physical smallness was only a small portion of it. He felt weak, controlled, intimidated, vulnerable... scarcely even worthy of being in the same room as these women who were clearly vastly superior to him.

David couldn't help but notice Morganna's immediate deference and respect to Madame Devilla, the way even a woman as powerful, gorgeous and confident as she was realized she paled in comparison to Madame Devilla. He listened as they talked as if he wasn't even there about what a wonderful job Morganna had done with him. Truthfully, even though the way they talked 'about him' rather than 'to him' felt belittling to him he hoped Devilla continued to address her remarks to Morganna. Even the thought of a conversation with her had his anxiety racing.

But, when she eventually turned her attention to him and moved in to his personal space David was lucky he didn't collapse in a puddle on the floor. Everything about this woman was overwhelming to him

Her stunning beauty.

Her voluptuous curves.

Her Amazonian size.

Her exquisite clothes.

Her captivating scent.

But, more than anything it was the unmistakable aura of authority and power unlike any he'd ever seen before. Just being in her presence was a cruel reminder of how his free will was now a distant memory of the past, and how foolish and unimaginable defying a woman of such stature would be.

David listened in disbelief as he heard her not only toss out his birth name as if it were little more than yesterday's newspaper but then replace it with a name that was clearly a feminine woman's name. Part of him wanted to scream and yell, to cry out in anger, or for god's sake at least have a discussion with her to explain to her how unreasonable it was to simply throw away a man's name and and give him a new one as if he were little more than a pet.

But, he felt his heart pounding, his knees quivering, his eyes becoming moist with tears when in no uncertain terms she made it crystal clear that there would be repercussions if his old name was ever uttered again, including by himself. And the last thing David wanted was repercussions from Madame Devilla.

So, steadying himself as much as he could he cleared his throat, and with a weak, defeated nod of his head in a shaking voice David softly replied, "Yes Ma'am.... I understand."

Or, rather....... Cassandra replied.

At that moment Cassandra could not have felt more helpless, more alone, or more owned. It could not possibly be more clear that Madame Devilla would stop at nothing. She was going to take this as far as she wanted and no one could stop her. The rate at which he felt his life and his existence being taken away from him was breath-taking, nearly more than he could bear. As he tried to absorb this most recent humiliation he felt himself becoming so dizzy he lost his balance, momentarily falling forward in to Madame Devilla.

That was enough to startle him from his dizziness in to a full-fledged panic. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!," he pleaded as he straightened himself back up immediately. "I didn't mean to do that, I promise!" Afraid to even make eye contact Cassandra gazed down at the floor, visibly shaking in fear. In a soft voice he kept repeating, "I'm sorry.... I'm sorry...... I'm sorry..........", feeling like a totally broken man.
 
Devilla could see that in some ways, David Markell was breaking up at the seams. She knew the effect that she had on others, with her crushing brutality - whether in the boardroom or in her dungeon. Right now, she had reduced David, now Cassandra, to this. A waif of a man who not only appeared to look like some flat-chested young school girl but, unbeknownst to him, was pumped up with so many female hormones that cataclysmic changes was not to far off in the distant future.

When Cassandra lost her balance and fell forward, Devilla stood there unfazed. She gave a look to Morganna who reached out to pull the young looking school girl back, but Cassandra managed to pull herself up, given the short heels that she was wearing. Yes, Cassandra was a mess, but that would be dealt with in short order.

Smiling that wonderful evil smile, Devilla stood there and continued the conversation, overtaking the sound of Cassandra’s soft sounding “Sorry, sorry, sorry.” She started with, “So glad you understand Cassandra. If you had attempted to give me any backtalk, any resistance on this issue, I would have no choice but to punish you. I know you don’t want to go back to the dungeon. With a smirk on her face, she pulled Cassandra up by her chin again, Devilla continued, “I have some new fucking machine that came in recently, it runs up to a thousand revolutions per minute. It’s guaranteed to rip open a virgin’s ass within five minutes. After being placed on such a device, your next stop is the infirmary and you would go there in a lot of pain.”

Her mood changing very quickly, Devilla turned to Morganna, “See to it Cassandra gets to school on time. Ms. Babbish enjoys using her wooden yardstick any chance she can get.”

With that Devilla turned around and sauntered out of Cassandra’s room and closed the door.

There was an uncomfortable silence for a moment.

Smiling, Morganna did some last minute touches on Cassandra’s collar, and said excitedly, “Cassandra is a lovely name. It kind of melodic like my name. Anyway, let’s get you to school.

Holding her by the hand, the two went out into the corridor, then the main corridor where there was a flurry of activity, from mostly maids doing everything from dusting to vacuuming, to working on keeping other rooms neat and tidy. They were all in maid’s uniforms, which were very revealing. All the maids were women, or so it seemed, they were beautiful, they had big bosoms and curvaceous bodies. Some were of average height and some were petite and short, but none were as tall as Devilla or Morganna.
 
Under any other circumstances Cassandra would not have believed that such a thing even existed as a fucking machine that could run at up to 1,000 revolutions per minute. However, with Madame Devilla not only did she believe her but she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt she would not hesitate for even a second to use it on her if that's what she was in the mood to do.

With each threat that Madame Devilla so casually mentioned Cassandra felt more trapped, more helpless, and more resigned to the fact that she had no choice but to comply with each and every instruction laid out by Madame Devilla. Cassandra was just thankful at that moment that she hadn't been punished when she all but passed out against the tall, Amazonian goddess.

As much as Cassandra had no interest in going to any sort of 'school' the thought of what might happen to her should she display even a hint of resistance was even worse. And though she had not yet even met whoever this Ms. Babbish was, the simple comment tossed out by Madame Devilla was enough incentive to Cassandra to remind her that compliance was mandatory, not optional.

The only consolation that Cassandra felt was that as long as she behaved for Morganna the tall blonde nurse seemed to be kind to her. Well, maybe not in the way that one person is kind to another, more in the way that an owner is kind to their adorable little pet, as long as their pet is behaving as expected. At this point though, Cassandra would settle for any little hint of kindness she could find.

"Thank you," she replied to Morganna's compliment. Not that there was anything she could have done or said about her new name even though the last thing David Markell wanted was to be renamed Cassandra Marks. "Your name is lovely too," Cassandra added. "Did you used to have a different name too and were given a new one by Madame Devilla?"

Cassandra's head turned this way and that as they made their way through the halls of The Lace Mansion. Though curious to see the others now working here and there throughout the lavish home Cassandra felt too ashamed and timid to make eye contact, keeping her gaze down whenever they approached anyone.

Still, she couldn't help but wonder who.... or, more precisely..... what these people were?? Were these curvy, feminine beautiful creatures actually women?? Or, were they once men who had went through some sort of transformation? Though Cassandra was indeed beginning to have some sense of awareness of being feminine, of what it might be like to be a woman, seeing all of the others was eye-opening.

Was this her fate?? Was her fate going to be far more than being dressed up in women's clothing, make-up and wigs? Was this going to happen to her??

She was beginning to feel as if she'd somehow been transported to some sort of mythical, perverse, erotic fantasyland where the male gender was now a thing of the past. She had yet to see a man since her arrival and was beginning to wonder if she ever would. And, the power and presence of Madame Devilla was overwhelming and everywhere. Clearly Cassandra sensed that every person at The Lace Mansion lived in the same sense of deference, intimidation and fear of Madame Devilla as she did, and that any trace of misbehavior would undoubtedly be made known to Madame Devilla.

In other words, Cassandra Marks was painfully aware that the world would never again hear from David Markell.
 
Morganna escorted Cassandra back to the elevator and hit the button with her manicured finger. Yes, this was the same elevator that brought Cassi up from the dungeon. This time, a different button was depressed in the elevator, not the ‘D’ for dungeon level, but ‘A’ which was two levels up from the dungeon, but also two levels below the cellar level.

When the doors opened a very long hallway presented itself. It was brightly lit in that terrible cold white fluorescent lighting, walls were white, and the floors in a black and white checkered pattern. There were no windows, none at all and no doors or doorways either. As both Cassandra and Morganna walked, their heels click-clacked loudly and echoed constantly.

After about three minutes a door could be seen at the end of the corridor. If one were close enough they could read the writing on the frosted glass. “The Lace Academy,” was etched in gold and each letter trimmed in a thick black line. Morganna took out her keys from her bosom and with a smile unlocked the door and said, “Don’t be nervous. Ms. Babbish’s bark is worse than her bite. Follow what she says and you’ll be fine.” With that, she gave a tap on Cassi’s shoulder and directed her to enter the school.

Once inside, the same corridor continued, only now the hall was populated with doors and doorways and the floor was checkered a light pink and white instead of black and white. To the left was a door, the top the same frosted glass and same lettering, only this time it said, “Ms. Babbish - Headmistress.”

Without any hesitation, Morganna wrapped the glass with her knuckles ~tap, tap, tap~

A burly female voice answered, “Yes, come in.”

Morganna opened the door and escorted Cassi into Ms. Babbish’s office. She bowed her head first then said, “Ms. Babbish, Madame Devilla has sent another young lady to you who needs some training. I think you were expecting her, yes?”

Again, in her deep voice she answered, “Yes, I have the paperwork right here. Both of you sit down, sit down.”

Doing as they were told, Morganna sat and pulled down Cassandra with her.

Ms. Babbish was a very tall woman, not quite as tall as Morganna, but certainly taller than Madame Devilla. She was a woman in her early fifties and had jet black hair, with a white streak in the middle. Her hair sat in the length and style of a bob, but was very thick. She was quite beautiful for her age. With high cheekbones and rosey cheeks, she had those naturally good looks that some women have. She was pleasantly plump, certainly curvaceous, so she had quite the presence in the room (or an room for that matter). She wore a white blouse, with a long black skirt and a black jacket with the emblem of the school, which had various icons in each quadrant of the emblem including an intermingled symbols of both the female and male genders. Ms. Babbish wore shiny black pumps with six inch heels of course. From her neck was a black pearl holder that had a firm grip on her half rim glasses.

Ms. Babbish put on her glasses.

Speaking to herself, she looked down at the file and noted with a, “Hum,” and a, “Ah hah,” and a,“Yes, yes I see,”

Then she removed her half-rimmed glasses and with a deadpan look at Cassandra said, “I see I have my work cut out for me.”
 
The more Cassandra found herself being led throughout the corridors of The Lace Mansion the more she felt herself being overwhelmed by the enormity of it. She had yet to get her bearings at all, always feeling completely lost whenever she found herself being led through the seemingly endless array of corridors.

Perhaps equally perplexing to her was the fact that she had yet to be anywhere where she saw a window to the outside world. For all Cassandra knew she could be on a lush, tropical island or in the remote frozen tundra of Siberia. She really had no clue. Likewise, she had yet to see a clock on a wall anywhere. So, not only did she have no sense of where she was, her sense of time was all but gone now, leaving her feeling as if she had no idea if it was now morning, noon or night. All of this uncertainty and all of these unknowns simply fed her feeling of helplessness, so far unable to know even the most basic of information regarding her surroundings.

What she did know though was that she did not like the sound of Ms. Babbish at all. Cassandra had appreciated Morganna's supportive words earlier, nodding her head with understanding, but the closer they came to her office the more apprehensive she became.

The sound of Morganna knocking on the office door gave Cassandra such a queasy feeling that it made her want to turn and run. By now though, she was beginning to learn that such blatant resistance and defiance would no doubt result in dire consequences. So, reluctantly, Cassandra stood by helplessly, awaiting her fate.

When invited in to the room she again felt so pitifully small and weak, Morganna and Ms. Babbish both so much taller, so much more intimidating, and so much more beautiful than her. She could feel her heart pounding as she watched Ms.Babbish review her file, each sound coming from the intimidating instructor making Cassandra quiver with nervousness.

At the sound of Ms. Babbish addressing her and looking directly at her Cassandra found herself involuntarily leaning in her chair toward Morganna, as if maybe the tall blonde caretaker would protect her. Barely able to make eye contact with the intimidating Ms. Babbish Cassandra simply nodded her head in agreement, softly saying, "Yes Ma'am," as if acknowledging that she herself realized how pitiful she was in comparison to all of these other tall, curvy, gorgeous Amazonian women that seemed to be everywhere.
 
Ms. Babbish raised her voice and said, “Listen little Ms. Cassi, you will speak when spoken to not when spoken at you!” Her eyes were still looking down at Cassandra intently, then continued, “That is one of the many things that you will learn with me and this school.”

Then she turned to Morganna…
“All right, I see that we will put Cassandra through charm school and teach her the finer points of good behavior and good manners. Then she will go through rigorous feminine training sessions and then of course, take one or two classes on maid training.”

Ms. Babbish stood up, and Morganna followed suit, then Morganna prompted Cassi, to stand up, but she was not good at certain signals. Ms. Babbish looked on and saw that Cassi was late in getting up.

“So Morganna, I take it you will be back to pick her up when classes end?” Ms. Babbish queried.

“Yes, Ms Babbish, I will be escorting Cassandra to the school and from the school every day,” Morganna answered politely.

“Good. Well, you may go now child, she’s in good hands,” Ms. Babbish said with a smile.

“Thank you Ma’am,” Morganna said, then bowed, stepped away from the chair and without even looking at Cassi, she left.

Now Ms. Babbish came from behind the desk, her hands resting on her hips and looked Cassandra over...then spoke…
“You see my dear, not getting up properly from your chair and in a timely fashion, that is one of the many things you are going to learn with me.”

Ms, Babbish then took a hold of Cassi’s small shoulders, spun her to look face opposite the headmistress, unzipped her tartan skirt, spun Cassi again to face forward and pulled down her skirt and let it drop to the floor. Ms. Babbish proceeded to undo the snaps on the corset strap at Cassi’s crotch and inspected the girl.

“Good, good. I see your sex is kept nicely put away. We can’t have you looking like a man around here. This is a school for young ladies, not young men,” She explained in a very matter-of-fact way. “I take it you have your plug deep inside your little boi pussy, yes?”
 
Cassandra's eyes widened in surprise and she felt a jolt of fear surge through her at Ms. Babbish's reaction to what she'd assumed was a polite, appropriate response. Clearly, she assumed wrong. At this point Cassandra was afraid to even nod her head in response, instead she simply cowered in her chair and tried to fight back the tears she felt welling up in her eyes.

As she listened to Morganna and Ms. Babbish discuss her curriculum and logistics Cassandra sat by silently, her gaze downcast to the floor. What little sense of self-worth she had was chopped down even more as the two women talked about her as if she wasn't there, giving off the impression that Cassandra did not yet have even the most basic of skills or knowledge to make her worthy of being in The Lace Mansion.

Her anxiety mounted even more when Morganna rose from her chair. Cassandra's eyes widened and in her mind she was silently begging and pleading Morganna not to leave her alone with this teacher, but she heard the clicking of Morganna's heels heading away from her and the sound of the door shutting behind her.

Cassandra felt terrified and her heart was racing. She was so nervous she was barely breathing as she felt the intimidating presence of Ms. Babbish hovering above her, afraid to even lift her gaze from the floor.

Cassandra put up no resistance when Ms. Babbish spun her around as she pleased, by now realizing that not only were all of these women clearly stronger and more powerful than her, but they also had been given permission by Madame Devilla to do with Cassandra as they pleased. Her eyes closed in shame as she felt her skirt dropping to the floor and her corset being unfastened, a cruel reminder that any notion she may have once had of preserving a sense of dignity or modesty was now a thing of the past. She could be dressed, undressed, poked, prodded as any of these women pleased and Cassandra had not even the slightest say in it.

She was all the more embarrassed about how casually Ms. Babbish talked about her chastity device and plug, more reminders of how her past life was becoming more and more distant. Barely brave enough to speak, she meekly responded, "Yes Ma'am," to her question, face turning noticeably red in embarrassment when she heard the term 'boi pussy'.
 
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