Close Encounter

 
Close Encounter:
BDSM Stories
2008-02-10
THE CLOSE ENCOUNTER
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She said meet them in the Van Allen woods by the park near where I
live. She said two guys would come to fetch me and take me to her. She said
wear nothing special just be there shortly before dark. I had originally
found out about her when I was in the local leather shop. I was asking
around for the personal listings..the clerk said there were none in but
he knew somebody. Together we breifly discussed my likes and dislikes and
what sort of fantasy I was looking for etc. He gave me her phone number and
an E-Mail address. Well there I was, two weeks later, as instructed waiting
and there was nobody waiting by the light post on the gravel path to greet
me.

"To hell with it..some prankster!" I exclaimed and started to leave back the
way from which I came, North along that same gravel path.

"Hay you!" Came a deep male voice from behind. I stopped and turned.
"Yeah you. The password is Bealzibub!" The voice continued.
That's the password she said I'd be greeted with. Finally, at long last they
are here!

The second one came up from behind, "She said you have to do everything we
say." His voice was a little more nasel sounding. Now the two, one on each
side of me, ahead and back, were in plain view under the lamp light. They
were both punk rockers. Brightly coloured mowhawks, leather jackets, spiked
neck collars, ripped jeans. The second held a green gym bag he tossed it on
the ground beside me. "Take your clothes off", he finnished.

"What?" I replied.
"You heard 'em. Take 'em off!" Said the first.
"Hold on a second. Here?"
"Look, she said you do exactly as we say and we says take it off, so take it
off, now!"

So I did as I was told. First my jacket, then T-Shirt then jeans. I tossed
them on the ground.
"You wear underwear? Those too." The second unnamed punk pointed at my
underpants. "Everything must go."
I reluctantly took them off and tossed them on the pile.
Except for my socks and sneakers I was in my birthday suit.
The first punker picked up the pile and rifled through the items. "Shitty
T-Shirt. I might be able to use the pants. Don't need the underwear." He
threw the underwear into the bushes.
"Wait!" I protested, "just a second here, I need my clothes."
The second one laughed while the first replied, "You won't be needing these
anymore. Besides your clothes are in the bag."
The second punk kicked the bag closer to me. "If you are going to be with us
you are going to be one of us. Put them on and hurry."

I opened the bag and took out the items. A pair of camoflage pants, A
T-Shirt with 'The Exploited' punk logo on it and a spiked collar.
"Don't look, just wear it!" The first was getting impatient. These were big
guys and they were impatient so I did just what he said. The pants
were probably one size too small, a little tight in the thighs and crotch
everything else fit fine. Before I could grab
the collar the second grabbed it, pulled back on my long hair and hooked it
over my neck. "Get used to it." He commented. I didn't know what he ment.
The collar was a simple leather band with nine evenly placed spikes in it,
the kind punks usually wear.

They escorted me over a foot bridge a little distance away to a waiting car.
They opened the boot. "Inside!" The first roared. In I went. They closed the
top. Next thing the car was in motion and all I could hear was loud punk-
rock music.

* * *

When the boot door opened I was ordered to get out and did. Now I was on a
city street. By the length of time I spent in the car I'd say I was some
distance. The nearest major city was about 50 miles and that would about
cover the time I was in the car. Directly infront was an Edwardian style
house. The two gave me a good shove forward. "Inside" The second ordered.

We climbed the stairs and entered the front door of the house. It slammed
shut behind. A tall Asian lady about late 20's in age with dark hair
beautiful white skin and a sexy walk strolled into the foyer of the big old
house.

She stepped forward towards us.

She stopped infront of me and looked me up and down. I was as nervous as a
man facing the electric chair. "Not bad." She muttered under her breath. She
was wearing a tight red top that excentuated her bust. Tight black leather
pants and high heels demonstrated her other regions well. Tall and slim, A
little taller than me and her body, although not overly muscular, was just
ever so slightly so, Certainly enough to win a battle with me.
"One of your own I see." She said to the first punk. "His clothes fit
perfect too. Yes, he shall do nicely."

The second punk grabbed me from behind and pushed me into the neighbouring
room into a wooden chair. He grabbed my hands and before I knew it I was
tied in by my hands and feet by the straps that were mounted in the arms and
legs of the chair. The leg straps were interesting because they bound your
legs in such a way that I sat with my legs spread slighly apart, not
together as you normally would. I stuggled to get free but all I managed to
do was wiggle my body around in these strange clothes. He covered my mouth
with his hand before I could cry out. "Quiet!" He exclaimed but not loud
enough to desturb the other two, "unless you want to be in serious pain I
advise you to keep quiet from now on." He got up and left.

"Here's your money boys." I heard the female voice again. Then the door slam.

She walked into the room and stared at me for a minute. "So you're the guy I
met on the Internet and then on the phone eh?" She spoke softly. "Now let's
understand this right now so there is no mistake. You want to serve me? You
are new to this and your fetishes include PVC, Leather, Nylon, Levis, Chain
Mail. You are willing to be collared, diapered, harnessed wear butt plugs,
C&Bs and other such toys and all things tight eh? You want unscripted but
safe fun with surprises, huh?"
"Yes." I squeeked.

"Good. Let me untie you."
She undid my binds.
"Now stand and strip."
"Not again."
"Let's go! You don't have anything I havn't seen before."
Once again I laid my clothes in a pile beside me. She motioned for my foot
wear..off they came.

"Hmm." She rubbed her chin. "Ok, come with me."
"What's up?"
"Just come."
I followed her through the house to a washroom. Newspaper was spread on the
floor.
She grabbed a razor. "Now stand very still." During the coarse of the next
few minutes the shaved my genitals, chest, underarms face and legs. While
she did it she recited the rules of her game.

"You wear only the clothes I dictate to you.
You will shower each morning.
You will never touch me or another female unless ordered to do so; we touch
you anytime.
You shall wear a collar always except when washing.
When I call you, you come and kneel before me.
When I speak you respond with 'Yes mistress' and nothing else.
When I ask a question you never lie.
When in my presence your penis is always erect.
I have another male slave, you will obey his commands as well.
Toileting and dressing is a privelege.
You never soil your clothes.
You shall ensure that your body is shaven exactly as I have done except for
a nice gotee.
You never try to escape. There is a safe word, the same as the
password..use it and the show is over and your on the street that minute.
Disobey and you will be punnished. These punnishments include genital
torture, whipping, spanking or denial of privileges.
After punishment you shall beg forgiveness.
Understand?"
"Yes." I replied.
"Yes what?"
"Yes, mistress." I replied hesitantly.
"Good. Now hear this. You are a male. Males are a worthless waste of space
except for their sex and labour. You are a slave and that is how you will
be identified at least until I can find a more appropriate name for you.
When I say MALE or SLAVE you come. Understand?"
"Yes, mistress."

"Stay!" She ordered and left the room.
She re-entered with some clothes in her armes. "Face the wall and spread your
legs."
I was nervous, almost wetting myself..I obeyed.
I felt cold leather rub up against my penis then buttocks. She had strapped
on a pair of bikini-style leather underpants on me. They were very tight. MY
penis hadn't been erect so it was facing down in an uncomfortable position.

Then I felt cold metal on my front and leather on my sides. She placed a
harness over my sholders and pulled the spiked black leather around my
sides a buckled them to the metal ring on my back, similar to the one on
the front I assumed. Then she almost strangled me with a collar. A thick
black leather band with four small spikes on each side and a circular ring
on the front. She pushed me around and hooked a silver chain to the ring.
Then she slipped a pair of chaps on over my legs.

I saw myself in the mirror.
"Yes", she replied, "take a good look, slave. You are dressed like a male
should be. You like it?"
"Yes, mistress." I Said hestiantly. I turned to face her.
"Now, kneel to me and thank me for this."
I hesitated.
With a quick jab of her knee she booted me in the cock. I grabbed my crotch
and fell to my knees.
"When I say kneel, you kneel slave!" she yelled.
Just then the outside door slammed.
She ordered me to move off the paper. She gathered up the paper on which my
spent hair had falled and shoved it into the nearby garbage pale then
grabbed my chain leash and pulled me out to the foyer.

Standing in the door was a young white male, slightly older than me,
maybe 26 or so. He was wearing sneakers, leather pants with leather cord
lashed though silver eyelets along the outside of both legs and his crotch
and a some death-metal rock T-Shirt. Medium length black hair and a black
gotee triangle on the centre of his chin. A spiked collar was wraped around
his neck but it lacked a leash attachment like mine. An evil smile on his
face. His penis hanged on the right side and was obviously erect from the
bulge it made.

"Bright Eyes, you are back!" Mistress replied pleased, "Good. Just in time to
meet our new slave. Male." The one called Bright Eyes made a kind of
I-don't-care-about-you sniff in my direction. She turned to me, "Bright eyes
has been with me for a year and a half. He is a very satisfactory slave."
She turned back to Bright Eyes, "After dinner I will watch the news and then
I want to fuck you." She said it with a surprising non-caring attitude.

"You are also in time to eat. Both of you." Bright Eyes walked to the table
and took a seat. Mistress pulled me by my leash to a bowl beside her chair.
Bright eyes got up from the table and served the food and then dumped the
remander into a dog bowl infront of me. He took his seat again and we ate.

* * *

After dinner we sat infront of the TV. The glow of its tube the only light.
Bright Eyes layed across her lap while she sat upon the couch and fondled
his penis through the crotch of his pants. She handled it gently like one
plays with a pen in their free hand. I sat on the floor between her feet, my
leash infront, her other hand ran through my hair.

* * *

Once again I found myself tied up to the wooden chair. Down the hall I could
hear her moaning and him grunting while a bed squeeked. Then a crack of a
whip, Bright Eyes yelping then laughing then more bed squeeking. It lasted
for more than 20 minutes.

Bight Eyes emerged, tying his crotch strings. Sweat poured off of his face.
Mistress then emerged wearing a tight leather bra and underpants carrying a
large whip. They entered the room I was sitting in.

"Bright Eyes! No." She called across the room. "Take your clothes off. I
don't want you wearing those sweating things. Besides your penis has
probably dirtied the pants."

"Yes Mistress." He responded and proceeded to strip in clear view of me. He
was wearing no underpants under all that leather.

"Wear his old clothes" She pointed to the pile still on the floor which I
stripped off earlier. He put them on.

"Untie Male." She ordered.
"Yes Mistress" He responded and undid my bonds.
"Remove his harness and underpants."
He stripped me of all but my collar.

"Male!" She ordered, "You will now put on Bright Eyes clothes." She pointed
to the sweaty leathers and T-Shirt on the floor.
"But..." I tried to protest. She strutted across the room and slapped me
across the face. "Obey!" She yelled.
"Yes mistress." I replied and slowly put on the hot and sweaty leathers and
T-Shirt. Before I could finish, Bright Eyes shoved his hand down the pants
and grabbed my penis and propped it up on the left side. I could feel his
puddle there. He then removed his hand and grabbed the crotch strings. He
then tied them very tight.
"Yes Bright Eyes, make sure he is as comfortable as you were." she
responded.

Again, these clothes were a waste size too small which made me realize that
all the clothes here were Bright Eyes size.
"Now, to the dungeon!" She ordered.

In the basement there was a room with a locked door. She opened the door and
ushered us in. She turned on the single incadescent light. All concrete
walls, no window the dungeon was furnished with a single cot and a toilet in
one corner. Various whips hung from a rack beside the door. A chest of
drawers was beside the whips. Various shackles hung from the walls and
ceiling and a large metal ring, like a large eyelet, was mounted to the
centre of the floor.

Bright Eyes took what was my underpants and harness to the drawers and
opened up the bottom one. He slipped them inside. I could see various other
collars and harness designs inside.

"This is your new home, Male. Now sit!" She replied.

I sat on the cot, my leather shining in the light.
"Tomorrow you will wear these nylon pants." She ordered.

Bright Eyes pulled out a pair of Nylon pants and a tie-die T-Shirt,
a Chip & Pepper one, like the 13 year old skateboarders wear. The pants were
flimsy things, probably ment more as a splash pants covering than anything,
but at least they would cover my body. He threw them on the floor beside the
cot.

The two left. Outside I could still hear her bark orders as they ascended
the stairs, "Bright Eyes, you too will now go to bed. You will wear nothing
tonight..." Their voices faded when the cellar door slammed shut.

Alone in my cell I paced for a while. The pants I was wearing had no liner
(neither did any of the clothes she put on us) so I could feel the raw
leather rub against my skin..it turned me on slightly. But tonight my agenda
was a little more serious than the rumblings of my cock. I tried to open up
one of the drawers that the clothes were locked in..Locked. I tried the cell
door. The door was stirdy and made of extreemely thick wood, I couldn't,
even if I tried, to break it down...besides it was also locked.
I used the toilet and tried to sleep in the smelly cot...I knew I wouldn't
sleep well.

* * *

I heard a clanking noise then a bright light shone in my face. I felt hands
grip the crotch area of my pants and the strings being untied. I wasn't bolt
upright until I felt them pull free of my legs. There was Bright Eyes face
staring at me. He was now working on my shirt. "Get up Slave!" he exclaimed,
"It's time for your morning shower and shave."

I stood up from the cot as my shirt was pulled free and todays clothes
thrust into my hand. I was ushered back to the upstairs washroom.

After exiting the wash Bright Eyes shaved me, often and deliberately nicking
me with the blade and threatining to cut my dick off several times. He was
wearing Levis button fly jeans and a Tragically Hip T-Shirt. The jeans were
ripped at the knees. After he finished I dressed in my attire.

"You will shave yourself from now on! Mistress is out for the morning so you
will obey my commands you little shit. You are her little baby all she wants
to do is prance you around in my clothes while I do all the work. Ok, fine,
but when she is gone it's the other way around. I want you to clean up this
big pen and make me breakfast." he said as he left the room.

After completeing the duties which he set forth for me we took off down the
street. All Bright Eyes told me was that there was some of out laundry to
pick up from the local leather shop. The keeper knew the Mistress and made
all the leather clothes for her and her slaves, always has he also mended
and laundered these clothes for her. He too kept slaves but he was not
heterosexual like myself or the Mistress nor Bi-sexual as Bright Eyes he was
the third option he would explain as we proceeded for the five minute walk.

"Ah! Bright Eyes." This big biker figure stepped forward when we entered his
shop. He spoke with a deep growly voice. He talked in a calm but commanding
manner. He stopped infront of me, "Is this the one called Male? My, you are
a nice looking one aren't you."

Two others stepped into the room. A tall dark jamaican figure who wore a
long sleeve black shirt and simple leather pants..almost business like and
curly black hair...Bob Marley style. The second was much shorter, even
slighly shorter than me. He was dressed completely in black leather and
studs. Even his face was covered by a leather mask with little eyeholes and
closed zipper mouth. Thin leather pants with one knee ripped out and cord
zigzagging up the outside of his legs lashed through eyelets exposed the only
visible white skin, a thick leather cod piece, leather shirt and spiked
gloves and gauntlets gloves covered the rest of him. A studded collar and
black boots covered his neck and feet.

"Marcel!" the biker ordered, "grab him. Gymp prepare the back room." The
Jamaican grabbed my by the hands and proceeded to drag me away..I struggled
and yelled to no avail. Gymp ran by.

In the back room my shirt was quickly removed..I thought I could get away
but I was dragged back in by Marcel who immediately removed my own collar
and clamped a metal one around my neck. He then took my hands and clamped
them to the two rings hanging from each side of this contraption leaving my
hands near my ears and unable to move them too far. Next he disappeared
behind me and as soon as I opened my mouth to protest a ball gag was
insterted and its leather straps tied tighly around my head. I bit down on
the ball but nothing happened. Marcel quietly continued his work cold
heartedly. He punched me in the stomach and when I fell to the floor he
proceeded to remove my pants. I kicked at him but he was much stronger than
I and inserted a bar to keep my legs spread apart. He clamped the rod to
each ankle using a shackle mounted on each side of the bar. I writhed and
twisted until I wiggled myself up to wall to a standing position.

The Biker and Bright Eyes walked in. I was propped up against the wall
almost helpless. Bright Eyes held me while the biker 'Dirk', I'd later find
out was his name, gabbed my balls and twisted. I fell back to the floor in
agony he then knelt down and clamped on a C&B to my painfilled penis. "Now,
" he stared into my face, "what am I gonna do with you?"

Bright eyes was slowly unbuttoning his jeans and Gymp was taking off his
mask. "let's beat him." Bright Eyes suggested. "No, I wanna bum fuck 'em."
Marcel cut in. "No I want him to suck my dick and beg to do it first." Came
a rather young sounding voice behind the yet unremoved mask of Gymp. "Shut
up, all of yeahs!" Dirk yelled. "I'll decide."

A moment which seemed like an eternity passed.

"Get me a leather leash!" Dirk called to anyone listening. Gymp reached into
a nearby wooden box and threw a leash into Dirks waiting hand. Dirk
immediately tied the leather strip around my dick and balls. Then he pulled
on it. I was forced to stand and walk with him in circles around the room,
every once and a while he'd pull harder on the leash, I'd moan in pain.

When he was satisfied that I was exercized enough he pushed me to the floor.
Marcel presented a bag of ice cubes and dropped it on my dick. The cold
enhanced the pain.

The group deliberately didn't move to give me time to suffer.

Bright Eyes then stood over me with a lit candle. Where the ice and candle
came from I have no idea for I didn't pay attention (I was more concerned
with my pain). "Time for hot wax!" He exclaimed. The others laughed. The
ice was removed and slowly the wax dripped down, it's partiner: pain,
quickly followed.

Bit this wasn't enough for them. The metal contraption that bound my neck
and hands was removed and was was shackled by the hands to the wall. At this
point I was whipped. I started to feel groggy...I passed out.

When I awoke I was sitting the far corner of the room. Gymp was now
completely naked standing infront of me. He was cleaning cum off his penis.
Dirk was smoking a cigarette, Bright Eyes was wearing my T-Shirt and Nylon
pants, Marcel was nowhere to be seen. I was wearing Gymps leathers. They
were skin tight the mask was almost suffocating with the mouth zipper
closed. I passed out again.

The next time I awoke I was back in the living room tied down into the
wooden chair where the nighmare had began. This time my hands were infront
of me bound with bondange wristbands, each with three rings and tight rope
connecting each with its partiner on the other arm. The same was on my
ankles. I was wearing Bright Eyes' T-Shirt and jeans. One more thing, there
was a fresh wet spot around my crotch. Gymps leathers lie beside the chair
as well as an unopened bag of laundry we had gone over to dirk's for in the
first place. A Ball gag was also inserted into my mouth. I struggled with my
bonds to no avail.

Bright Eyes walked in and laughed alound. "So Male..I see you pissed in my
pants. Don't worry...I'll make sure Mistress beats you good for raping me,
forcing me into your clothes and then pissing them. I had to tie you up to
gain control again! Oh you're in for it now."

I shook my head no. I was sure that Bright Eyes was up to all this and he
probably poured water on me or pissed the pants himself..but what happened
in that room? He must have drugged my food this morning because I couln't
remember a thing.

"Yes..yes." He taunted.

Just then the outer door slammed and Bright Eyes ran out to explain his side
of the story to the entering Mistress.

"Damn it! I can't leave the two of you alone!" I heard Mistress in a rage.
"Fine, prapare the dungeon. As soon as I get changed into something a little
more fetish I will administer some discipline."

I heard her stomping up the stars to the bedrooms.

* * *

Back in Mistresses dungeon. Once again I was stripped of my clothing, this
time by force. Bright eyes removed them and replaced them with a pair of
chainmail unbderpants while I was shacked up by mistress. I was hanbging by
my arms from the ceiling in the centre of the room.

She was wearing tight PVC pants and shirt and smelled of perfume.

"Now you will be punished!" she exclaimed to me. She grabbed a stick, to
describe it simply and when she stick it onto my crotch I got an electric
shock and because I had metal underwear that shock want all over my crotch
and ass. I screamed in pain. She repeated the procedure several times,
laughing each time I groaned in pain. When she finished with this procedure
she got her whips and proceeded to utilize them on my tender buttocks.
Bright eyes simply stood by and watched, the bulge in his pants getting ever
bigger with each passing minute.

This went on for several minutes then she suddenly stopped.
Bright Eyes walked over and released me from the overhead shackles, pushed
me to the ground and tied my penis to the eyelt on the floor. I was bent
over on my hands and knees. Then Mistress whipped me some more. Each
strike of the whip causing me to lurch forward and pull me tender balls now
tied to the eyelet and thus cause pain in my front as well. After what
seemed like an eternity she stopped. Bright eyes released my tender balls
and rolled me on my side. He pulled out a pair of handcuffs from the chest
of drawers and locked my hands behind my back. A dildo was stuck up my ass.
I moaned as its vibrarting action massaged my asshole. The two of them left
the room for a moment to deal with something unknow just outside and about 5
minutes later returned. After about 5 minutes of this the dildo was removed
and I was hauled onto my feet and pushed against the nearest wall. The
electric stick was used again this time it was Bright Eyes weilding it and
he casually stuck it onto my inner thighs, "spread your legs!" he ordered!
After only a few jabs I did as he said. The metal clothing was removed and
replaced with a diaper as underwear and those same jeans that I supposedly
wet earlier and a T-shirt of the "alternative" rock band..Red Hot Chili
Peppers. She liked all the bands and T-shirts she made us wear, I guess it
turned her on. During this dressing procedure, however, mistress was
nowhere to be seen, but she now returned with that damn chair again. I was
forced to sit and was once again tied down to it.

"Now," she spoke softly, " you will learn to NOT cum or piss in my clothes
that I put on you. Here's the deal, you will now sit here, for as long as it
takes until your gotee grows and you learn to control your dick. Bright Eyes
will come down here to change your diaper and shave you once a day, and I'll
be sure to masturbate you." The two left the room.

Each day proceeded much like the remainder of this first. Around 4, my gag
was removed so I could be spoon fed. The gag was replaced and mistress then
put her hand on my crotch to rub it, she was good at it because the
stimulation made my dick hard and then made it cum. She knew when this was
happening because she would smile and stop then leave. Fortunately I had a
strong bladder but, inevitably I would feel that hot urine pour from my
penis and slowly fill the diaper. Each morning, around eight, but it was
hard to judge time in this room, Bright Eyes would enter the room, he would
unstrap me from the chair drop my pants and remove the diaper, shave me
appropriately, then put on a new diaper. Feed me my breakfast watch me
shower then return me to the chair. This went on for 3 days.

On the evening of the 3rd day mistress came in. "Ok, I thionk you habe
learned enough." She removed my gag. "Mistress, I will never disobey you
again and I will never wet my clothes again, please forgive me. I wish to
serve you again I am very fotunate to have you as my owner." I pleaded.

"Very nicely done." She said with an impressed tone in her voice. She
removed me from my bindings. She dumped a pile of PVC clothes on the floor,
the same ones she wore 3 days earlier. "Strip!@" She commanded, "and put
these one."

"I am not worthy of wearing your clothes, Mistress. " I replied not wanting
to wear a pair of moments pants and shirt.

"Shut up and put it on!" she ordered.

I did as I was told. When I finished buttoning up the pants I realized that
if I thought Bright Eyes clothes were tight, they were nothing compared to
hers!

"Here is the deal. From this point on you will be known as Leather. When you
kneel to me you shall grab your crotch. I will be making peridic checks of
your dick to see that it is erect and that you are only wearing the clothes
I command you to wear, if you don't you are punished.

"When you awaken in the morning I will begin your full slave training, if
you thought your punishment here was bad wait until tomorrow, Mistress
Suzanne will be joining us for that as well so you will have two mistresses
to contend with. Starting tomorrow I will be taking you outside, in public.
There is a local biker bar I hang out in, I'd like some of my friends to see
you. When you are there you will sit quietly and if spoken to you will tell
them how wonderful it is to be a slave of mine and that all males should do
it. This will be fun! Also, you will receive your enslavement tatoo. After
this we will then deal with the closing of your life as a freeman, I have
prepared storage and banking facilities. Sex will enter this relationship
much later. I sometimes like to trade my slaves on overnight trips with
other mistresses, this too will come much later.

"As was part of our deal, you would stay with me for a few
days to decide if you liked being a slave so if you do then I'll see you
there in the morning, if you don't then tonight, after everyone is sleeping
you can get up and leave. You are now wearing the clothes you will be
wearing for the rest of today and tonight, no need to change or for
goodbyes, just get up and go. The choice is yours, nobody will think any
differently of you. How do you feel about this?"

I fell to my knees and grabbed my crotch area as insturcted: "I will have a
decision by tomorrow morning, Mistress."

"Good. Then I will see you in the morning." She responed then left the
dungeon and closed the door. I did not hear it lock behind here.

I had only one problem with this proposal..I had no doubt that she was being
honest with me, but what of Bright Eyes, would he permit me to leave? Did I
want to leave? Life certainly would be different from this moment on....

The end..you finish it...
 



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