Alpha Rule SocietyPart I

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Intro: Wonder Girl’s Confession

     Wonder Girl, A.K. A. Donna Troy, had checked into the embassy suites. Tomorrow the leggy, curvy, brunette was having a press conference. Tonight she needed some rest. Donna stepped into the shower to clean off a day’s heroing.

     A strange smell flowed through her elegant suite. Interesting incense, she figured. As Donna exited her shower wrapped in a towel, into the suite. She saw the gang or powerful looking young men, charcoal skinned, waiting for her with evil grins on their faces, seven of them.

    Donna assumed fight stance, “You’ve picked the wrong woman to mess with, boys,” She tried to sound tough, yet found her voice quavering, an unexpected feeling of fear passing through her body.

    A tall bare-chested and bald male strutted up to her, “Shut up bitch.”

     He smacked her across the face; Donna twisted over into the arms of another, her towel falling to the floor. She struggled against him, but he held her tight, pulling her sot body to his own and laughing, “No,” She cried. “I’m supposed to be stronger than you.”

    “You ain’t nothing but a pussy,” The one holding her growled harshly, nibbling her neck. His hands came around her and squeezed her breasts.

     “Time you learned your place, bitch,” The leader said, and Donna was forced onto the bed.

    Donna’s ass pointed up, the leader took a belt and began whipping her rear till she begged for mercy. “I promise I’ll do whatever you want, master,” She cried.

     Tears rushed down Donna’s face as she was beaten. On her knees, she had to crawl to each man, kiss his organ and call him master. Then she was tossed back onto the bed and taken.

     Each of the men took his turn on her, controlling her body and manipulating her tits. One went up her rear, some went into her front.

     In the morning, her masters drove her to the conference, she wore her red uniform with the gold stars. Donna staggered to the microphones, the masters readied themselves.

    “I-I,” Donna started. “My masters,” Shock resounded through the gathering, “Have ordered me to make a statement. I am a slave to the members of the Alpha Rule Society.” She took off her costume to stand naked, “A woman’s place is at the feet of Alpha Masters, all women everywhere, should go to the Alpha master, kneel before him and beg for mercy.”

     Donna fell to her knees as the men came up around her. She was collared and leashed.

     “We are the alpha rule society,” The leader boomed in a loud voice, “We are the future, these weak things,” He pointed at Donna need to be brought to heel, and they shall be.”

    As he raised his fist in the air and shouted, “Victory,” Others swarmed on the group or reporters and others.

     The attractive young women of the group were seized, pulled aside, stripped as they cried and screamed. They were forced into an SUV, in shackles, and driven away to be auctioned off.

     And the untouched Alpha Rule Society vanished, with Donna and all their prisoners. The world tensely awaited their next assault, wondering if any of the other heroes could stop them.

Alpha Rule Society: Part Two

Titans Attack

    They watched the video of the Alpha Rule Society’s attack. The subjugation of their friend, Donna Troy. “She’s one of us, it’s our responsibility to rescue Donna,” Nightwing said. His real name was Dick Grayson, and he assembled the Titans.

Titans:

Nightwing

Starfire

Cyborg

Arrowette

Changeling

Jesse Quick

Terra

Bumblebee

    “Let us know if you need help,” Batman told Dick over the cell phone. Richard responded that he would.

“The T-jet is ready,” Cyborg reported. Nightwing nodded his head and looked at his friend, part machine, and part human.

    “The Titans are assembled,” Green skinned shape shifter Garfield Logan, Changeling, reported.

     “Let’s role,” Nightwing said.

     Tall, bald, powerful built, Markus McLoud, stood at a window overlooking the camp. He stood tall and proud, Donna Troy on her knees at his feet. He reached down and stroked her breasts; her name was Wonder Jugs now.

     The compound was a wide spread mass of land, surrounded by a wrought iron electrified fence. Several buildings were there, including a warehouse, where the chattel was kept, and a main hall, where the members met. There was also an exercise and training field.

     Calvin Mills approached, he threw Markus a salute. “Sir, we have some new recruits coming in,” two buses brought in groups of men who’d joined the society of their own free will.

     A cattle hauler, now called a chattel truck, brought in shackled captives with misery on their faces.

    “I understand the Titans are on their way sir,” Calvin reported. “I don’t know how they could have found us.”

     “Please, it’s the 21st century,” Markus said. He patted Donna’s head. “If we can make something like this our slave, they can find us.” He looked down at the woman, “Does it give you any hope that your friends come to rescue you, Wonder Jugs?”

   Glumly, she shook her head, “No master.”

     “Maybe the men of their group will join us,” He smiled. “So, Wonder Jugs, which of them would you say is more powerful?”

     “Nightwing,” She answered. She had been mad to tell all their secrets.

    “But, he’s only human, no special powers,” Calvin said.

     “He is the leader, highly trained and skilled in the art of fighting, after all, look at the adventures he has survived in one piece.” Markus said. “We shall offer him a place with us, “He will refuse at first, but we can appeal to his animal nature.”

     Markus and Calvin went to greet the new arrivals, and prepare for the expected company. Donna rose to her feet and looked through the glass at the field, all her powers gone, she had begun to wonder about her place in the order of things. She’d been raised a demi-goddess, empowered by the ancient Titans, the father’s the house of Zeus.

    Markus looked over the new men. Two were young, a dark skin guy who looked like a barrel chested football player, a blonde kid, like some ancient Viking warrior God. After the official greeting to all he would speak individually with them.

    The black boy introduced himself as Marshall, and his friend, Pace. Pace looked up at Markus, “So, is this just a black thing, or can anyone join?”

    Markus smiled, “Pace, we have nothing to do with race, only power and order.”

    Marshall laughed, “See pal, nothing to worry about.”

    “Oh, there is always something to worry about,” Markus said. “The Titans are on their way to battle us.” He cast an eye over the newcomers. “You are not ready to face them.”

    “We are,” Marshall shouted. Pace smiled in expectation.

    “Then you shall,” Markus said.

    The rest of the newcomers herded the chattel into the storage area. The captives were shackled to posts, seated on their knees. Bowls of food and water were provided from, which they would have to consume by mouth like dogs.

     The T-jet landed, and the heroes sprang out. Donna watched the scene, her heart palpitating.

    Cyborg geared up and charge forward. Electroshocks fired from rods a top the corner buildings, and brought the Victor Stone, Cyborg, down with a thud. He groaned, unable to move.

    Nightwing stepped forward, “You call yourselves the Alpha’s, the masters, well prove it, meet us in fist to fist combat.”

    “We accept,” Markus said as he strode toward Nightwing, followed by others. “In fact, Richard Grayson, we want you to join us.” He looked to Nightwing and Changeling. No surprise registered on Nightwing’s face.

    “Does it not surprise you we know your real names Grayson? That the woman confessed them to us, and your other secrets?” Markus asked.

    Victor tried to push himself up, but couldn’t. He grunted and collapsed again.

    “Not much surprises me anymore,” Grayson said. “Where’s Donna?”

    “Waiting in our chambers,” he gestured toward a fourth story full frame window. Richard looked up and saw his old friend.

   “What about you Logan?” Markus asked. “Which of these females have you fantasized about screwing the hell out of?”

    “Titans, attack,” Grayson yelled.

    Markus nodded his head and the battle was on.

   “I’ll make the earth move under your feet,” the diminutive, brunette, Terra said, and rose up with the earth at her command. Marshall and pace charged at her.

    Arrowette used her bow and arrows against Calvin.

    Markus and Nightwing engaged in combat, throwing kicks and punches. “Come on you are one of us,” Nightwing’s boot smashed into his mouth, drawing blood as Markus staggered backwards, and launched his own assault, knocking the hero down, and getting himself knocked down.

    “You want a nice quiet night with your Barbara?” Markus asked. “Keep her safe?” He grimaced. Threw a punch that caught Grayson in the jaw, and got himself punched in the face. “You want to protect Gotham? You could do a better job than the Bat and you know it, I mean really – why is the Joker even still alive? How much misery could be spared if he were dead?”

    “That’s not how we do things,” Grayson yelled, and flipped Markus over, but Markus held his arm, twisted it and flipped him around. “We are heroes, we cannot act like them.”

    “You’re afraid, if you kill society will reject you,” Markus said. “But, maybe if you were choosy about the killings, they would welcome you even more.”

    Yellow clad Bumblebee (Karen) fired a gooey substance at one of the warriors. He dodged it, just as Jesse Quick, a speedstress, rushed into the mess, becoming stuck. She growled, another warrior quickly moved in and slapped a collar on her neck.

    “No,” Jesse screamed, suddenly immobilized and powerless, she was carried from the battle.

    “Really hadn’t expected her to be first to fall,” Markus said. “Just goes to show how bad it is relying on super powers.”

    “What do you think will happen when you come against Superman, or Supergirl?” Grayson challenged.

    “The Supergirl will cower at our feet” Markus said. “Superman, he may join us, or become exiled.”

      “Yeah, right,” Grayson said as they fought.

    Changing beastial forms, changeling battled a warrior. The Changeling roared and charged. The warrior hit him with the end of a rod, which sent shock waves through the hero.

    Gar Logan the Changeling, fell, screaming, and shifted back into his green teenage self. Then, he was knocked out.

    “A little retraining, and you will be one of us,” The warrior said as he drug the unconscious hero away.

    In silent horror Cyborg had watched two of his friends fall. He was unable to help, or move. He watched Starfire soar toward the window “No.”

    Donna watched her friend, Starfire, approach, “No, don’t” She screamed as the heroine fired powerful energy blasts from her hands. The blasts hit the special glass, and reflected back into Starfire, blinding her.

    Starfire tumbled to the ground. Then she was collared and taken away.

    Her suits wings were clipped, Bumblebee fell to the ground, captured.

    Calvin tossed small bombs at Arrowette, “Let’s see how good you fight without your weapons little plaything.” Her bow and arrows were destroyed.

     “Fine,” Arrowette growled, and lunged at him in full fight mode.

    She made the earth spin, rocks flew everywhere. Marshall and pace had a plan, using their own martial arts skills; they made some big rocks spin back at her. Terra didn’t have time to react, as she was knocked silly, and fell. The boys clasped hands and collared her.

 Nightwing staggered back, and fell. Markus fired a weapon at him, which left the young hero paralyzed.

    The other warriors and warriors in training cheered and clapped as the defeated heroes were brought inside. Donna sat on her knees, crying. Changeling was put in a special cell, enclosed by a glass looking thing. Cyborg was strapped to a machine, for some rewiring.

    Starfire was pushed forward first, she fell at Markus’ feet, still trying to remain defiant, though she felt an unusual sense of fear overcoming her. Her captor stripped her naked, then gave her rear a whipping.

    “Does Starwhore submit?” The man asked.

    In tears, “Yes, Starwhore submits, master.” She cried.

    The man grabbed her by the hair and led her away. “We are your masters now, you will do as you are told.”

    “Yes master,” She cried.

    He stroked her plump boobs. She cried, and then as he thrust his organ up her rear, she shrieked, “Stupid hole will obey her masters,” She repeated with every explosion into her.

    The heroine remained slumped over across a table, told to remain still.

    Calvin brought the arrowette forward and stripped her.

    His eyes averted, Grayson could still hear the screams, cries and pleas, in his cell. He heard Garfield Logan growl, then howl. The beast was getting the better of his friend, it may get him also.

    “She is yours,” Markus said. “Your property.”

    “Thank you sir,” Calvin replied. He grabbed Arrowette by the hair and led her away. She was to be branded. In collar and leash, she now lay at his feet, as he took a seat with the other warriors. “Dumb Pussy,” he named her.

    Jesse Quick was stripped, slapped around, and bent across the table next to Starfire, their Asses pointed into the air.

    Her captor brought dark Skinned Bumblebee, Karen, forward. “Move Big Butt,” He ordered, calling her by her new name.

     “Yes master,” She whimpered. The others also bent her over the table.

    Garfield watched the savageness, many emotions growing in him, including lust. The reawakening of his own private fantasies.

    Marshall and Pace drug the naked Terra forward. Markus smiled, “Very good my young warriors. The heroine was placed with her friends, then Donna was made to join them, and everyone wondered what Markus had in mind next.

Part Three: Seductions of the Guilty

    Markus strode forward and raised a glass of wine, “My friends, we are here to celebrate a great victory. The defeat of our attackers, a great exercise for us.” He pronounced. “I am proud of the performance of each one of you,” He looked to Pace and Marshall. “Especially our newest members, Marshall and Pace.”

    Everyone cheered and applauded “We have captives now, they provided us a glorious battle and in our benevolence, we shall grant them status within our growing community.” He gestured toward the heroines, “And these chattel, shall learn to use their powers for our cause.” He strode to the Starfire, and whispered. “You won’t have to hold back anymore.”

    He turned back to the applauding assembly. “Remember, there is no room for envy or jealousy in our group, some may fail others be more successful, but one must always work and try,” He gestured toward the heroines. “The rewards are great”

     Changeling, Gar Logan, sat in his cell, watching, listening, wondering what was happening to him. So many thoughts, emotions. So many girls had rejected him, yet so many ore threw themselves at him for his fame and money.

     What did they want from him? Why was he even still alive? The savage stirred inside him something strange rose inside him. Changeling roared.

    The cell door slide open. Two men grabbed his arms and drug Changeling forward, towards Donna Troy. The put his hand on her soft, quivering, ass. Donna whimpered, he squeezed and growled

    “My body is yours to command master,” Donna whimpered.

     “Smack that ass,” the group yelled.

    Changeling raised his hand and started slapping Donna’s ass. He felt a hardness, aroused by her shaking and whimpering, and lunged his organ into her rear. Donna squealed as he exploded in her. He couldn’t believe how easy it was, how willing she was, how helpless.

    He did each of the women before him, a female ass buffet. The group cheered and welcomes the new warrior.

    Terra was made to crawl to Pace and Marshall, they named her Tamed Tits. The boys took her to their room for some private celebration.

        Grayson waited in his cell. The door opened, a bikini clad mulatto woman entered. She wore sandals, had a curvy figure, “Your room is ready master.” She said in a meek voice. “Follow me, please.”

    “Who are you?” Grayson asked.

    She smiled, “I am yours master.” She bowed.

     Grayson followed her, “You know the JLA will eventually find us.”

    “Not necessarily,” She said. “This place is protected by a force field, rendering it invisible to even Green Lantern’s light.”

    “What is your name?” He asked.

     “What ever you wish to call me master,” She cooed.

    Steam rose in the shower as Grayson cleaned himself off. He’d been trying to figure out how to escape. Now, thoughts of the tantalizing slave girl entered his mind. Something was happening inside him, something shifting. The girl waited, naked on the bed, as he came out. Grayson walked to her. She smiled and shifted her body in tantalizing ways. He thought of Barbara, even Poison Ivy. Then lunged onto her.

Linda’s House for Homeless Kid

     Linda Miller, a curvy young woman in jeans and a halter-top, ran the little foster house for kids.

    The boys were in the living room, the young men, early teens, had been watching a video from the Alpha Rule Society, and it sounded good. Being strong men, superior, having the hot woman as their slave.

       The other girls had been bound gagged and locked in pet cages, there was just Linda to deal with now. The boys raised their fists in salute.

    Linda entered the room. “What are you boys up to?” She asked.

    One rose, he was a tough bare-chested 14-year old. He looked at her; as she strode between them, “Get on your knees bitch.”
    “What?” She gasped.

     One gave her a slap on the rear, and then she was brought down. Linda was shocked and frightened as the boys surrounded her, all undressing around her. They held her. She was slapped across the face, a collar put on her neck. One pulled her face against his large stomach, then down to his organ.

    They stripped her naked and gave her a whipping. Then spread her out on the floor and each one took a turn using her body. Linda cried, helpless. She had to kiss each of their organs. She had no choice but to obey the boys. They were alpha’s and the collar had her helpless.

Alpha Rule Society Part Four

PLAYGROUND

    Curvy young blonde Mitzi Miller was in charge at the playground. Dressed in jeans and a halter-top. She watched the young group playing. Some boys talking about the Alpha Rule. She saw a group of boys fighting, and went to break them up; the sight of her curvy body jiggling toward them quickly distracted the boys.

     She came into the center of them; one was thirteen-year-old blobby Billy, who told her to mind her own business. He gave her a swat on the rear.

   Mitzi spun about and slapped the boy’s face.

    “Hey, Billy, don’t let the bitch do that to you,” one said.

    “Get her.”

    Billy laughed and hit Mitzi in the stomach, hard. She crumpled and was brought to her knees, “Stupid pussy,” Billy growled.

     The boy gave her a harsh slap across the face. her top was used to bind her wrists behind her back, and her jeans pulled down. A collar clasped around her neck.

    “You will learn what happens when you mess with Alpha’s,” Billy said, flexing his fat. Someone gave him a switch and he started beating her rear. Mitzi cried and apologized.

    “Now, bark like a good doggie and wag that tail,” Billy ordered. She obeyed, the others laughed and clapped their hands. A leash was attached, and then they adjourned to the basketball field, where she was chained to a bike rack while they played.

STORM CLOUDS

     -A hidden base in the mountains of Mongolia. The headquarters of global terrorist Ras Al Ghul. The ancient villain heads toward his private plane, his beautiful daughter Talia follows.

     “Will you be seeing Bruce while you are out?” Talia asked.

     “Perhaps the Batman and I shall cross paths,” Ras said. “I want to get information on this Alpha Rule Society, and how they should be dealt with.”

    “Good luck father,” Talia said. She watched him board the plane, and as it ascended into the sky it exploded. Talia screamed.

    Other explosions sounded around her, the base was under attack. She was hit in the neck by a dart, and started to fall. “No,” she gasped. She was paralyzed.

    Ras’ men were wiped out. A collar put about Talia’s neck and she was thrown into a cell. The assault forces’ leader notified Markus of their success.

- Slade Wilson, one-eyed mercenary known as Death Stroke, The Terminator. He sat in a chair in his suite. A man entered wearing the outfit of a hotel employee.

     “Who are you?” Slade asked.

    The man shifted forms, a clay-made body. “They call me Clayface, Ultra-humanite sent me. He wants you to join the new Society of Super Villains.”

    “No thanks,” Slade replied.

     Clayface looked surprised. “Come, death stroke.”

    “I’m a loner, I’m not interested,” Slade said.

    “Ultra-Humanite will not be pleased,” Clayface said.

     “To bad for him,” Slade said.

    Slade took a sip from his teacup and watched Clayface leave. He smiled, and shook his head. He started to feel himself going to sleep and realized the tea had been drugged.

     Slade awoke in a cell. His costume was nearby, with his weapons. Also present were the rotund Black woman, Amanda Waller and an Army Captain. He glared at the two, waiting for them to tell him what the hell was going on.

     “We have a job for you Slade,” Amanda said.

     At least they paid.

     “Where am I?”

     “Bell Reeve,” Amanda said.

     Headquarters of the Suicide Squad. Interesting, “Do you want me to infiltrate the new Society of Super Villains?”

         “Taken care of,” Amanda replied. “We want you to lead a new Squad.”

     “What about the heroes?” Slade asked.

     “The government wants to ensure that not many villains walk away from this insurgency,” Amanda said. “You know, make an example.”

    “I see, you want to send a message,” Slade said. “What about the Alpha Rule?”

    “We are looking to get information on them, but right now the government feels the villains are the higher threat.” Amanda said.

     “I’m in,” Slade said.

    “Good, a mil will be deposited into your account.”

    A million dollars, very good.

    The appearance of the Alpha Rule Society had made Ultra-Humanite uneasy, and inspired him to take action. For years he had hoped body to body, but now had created a cybernetic body.

     He had wanted to get support from Ras Al Ghul and the terrorist Kobra. Ultra had not heard anything yet. Still, many other villains had answered his call.

    Lex Luthor had brought a redesigned Metallo, which they planned to use to trap Superman or Supergirl.

    Markus welcomed the new Prof. Zoom to the Alpha Rule Society; he was son of Flash’s original arch-foe. What he wanted was Barry Allen’s teenage daughter, herself a speedster.

    Another group of recruits had arrived. Cyborg looked them over, Zoom looked the bikini clad Donna over as she stood by Markus, a blank look on her face, her belly beginning to show pregnancy.

     “Wait,” Cyborg called to one, pulled the man aside. “You’re the Martian Manhunter.”

    A blast from Cyborg knocked the man around. He changed back to his Martian form. Pace and Marshall, used fire to quell him, and he was soon penned in a cell impervious to his powers.

    A servant girl gave the Cyborg a hug and kiss.

Hidden Complex on farmland –

   Helplessly, Black Canary struggled against her captors. She and Green Arrow had been captured when they came to investigate. Gases immobilized them, and then the men jumped them.

    Green Arrow was shackled, and caged. Her own bra used to gag him. As she slowly recovered, the buxom blonde was stripped naked, wrists manacled behind her back.  There was a collar about her neck, and a drug had been injected into her.

    “We call the drug submission,” One man told her. “It makes women more docile, compliant, and increases their breeding ability.” They chuckle, one strokes her huge bosoms. “The collar furthers our control over you, nulls your powers, it also tracks your movements, provides shocks for discipline and can hold information about who your masters are.”

    The leader enters the room. He looks to Arrow, who struggles in his chains, then to his men and the heroine. “”She is gonna make babies for every man at this compound.”

    The men whistle and cheer. The heroine is spread across the table, tears come down her cheeks. The leader mounts her, grabs her tits, and begins using her.

5

     Starfire was brought to join the Alpha men at a practice battle in a field. The Reverse Flash had informed the Alpha group of a planned strike by members of the Secret Society, who wanted to send the message of their own superiorityso they anticipated the battle turning very real.

     Also present was Changeling, and a darker-clad Nightwing. and several new recruits.  Dark framed helicopters zoomed in overhead. Starfire was told to unleash her power at the chopters, and she began blowing them up.

    Deep inside Starfire felt a deep relief at being able to release the full destructive effect of her powers against an enemy. Ground troops attacked the group as well. Changeling shape-shifted and fought more aggressively than he ever had before.

    The Storm Troopers were lead by the evil Copperhead. He was taken on by Pace and Marshall.

     The firefight started with extreme hostility. Explosions, smoke and fire surrounded the forces. Marshall tossed boomerang bombs that exploded in the attacking group.

    Nightwing went right for Copperhead. Changeling took on the shapeshifting Clayface, becoming a large serpent and biting into the villains. Clayface screamed in horrified and shocked pain.

     Nightwing defeated Coppherhead, kicks and punches to the face.

    Supergirl had been lured into a trap. Metallo was there waiting for her. He quickly used his Kryptonite heart to drain her powers. As she fell,s he saw Cyborg behind the villain, then Metallo exploded, destroyed by Cyborg. Cyborg then moved in, took the Kryptonite, slammed a control collar around Supergirl’s nek and took her back to base.

     Celebrating their victory, the Alpha members celebrated. The attackers were beaten, those taken prisoner offered a chance to join them, which they took.

     Markus called Nightwing up onto the stage and renamed him Death Wing. Then, he presented the young hero with the captured and now submissively naked Supergirl who knelt before Grayson.

    “Master,” Kara whispered.

    “Take her and put a baby in her belly,” Markus said. The crowd cheered and applauded.

    Dick grabbed hold of her curly hair and pulled the woman’s lips up to his. His other hand on one of her tits. Later he would suggest having her retrieve the Phantom Zone projector and other Kryptonian toys from Superman’s fortress of solitude.

    Markus was agreeable.

Meanwhile---

    At JLA headquarters, the heroes met. They’d sent a team to investigate the remains of the short war. Recovered the dead, including Clayface and Copperhead. Also, the remains of Metallo, and recovered a videotape of Cyborg’s attack.

Zatanna, the most powerful sorceress, had already been enslaved by Lord Markus. Through brainwashing and the control collar, she had been forced to bind herself and her powers to him. Now, she was pregnant with his baby, as was Donna Troy.

    Green Lantern, Flash, Superman, and other powerful heroes who had not been converted were trapped and exiled into the Phantom Zone. AS were Death Stroke and his Suicide Squad with Tiger, Heat Wave, Mammoth, Shimmer, Warp, Plasmus and Phobia.

     Ultrahumanite, GRodd and most of Gotham’s rogues were among those destroyed. Death Stroke became one of the Rule’s top enforcers, in his harem Sula, Kara and Starfire.

    Batgirl and Huntress had gone to Bruce for help from batman. But, both were captured and along with Poison Ivy, Catwoman and Talia, whipped into submission with a leather strap and control collar. Bruce had been converted, and was now a n Enforcer.

    Robin Tim Brake, Capture the Spoiler – Stephie Brown and Assassinette Cassie Cain, and made them his.

     With the league satellite and tech from aliens, and Wayne Tech and Lex Corp, the Society soon dominated the world. Lord Markus used Zatanna’s powers to make their take over easier and faster.

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