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She gets to partying a bit too hardy and winds up in a whole other realm of abuse and perversity. (M+-/f-teen, nc, rp, 1st, v, mast, oral, anal, beast) *** "...two front row seats for the upcoming Brutal Restraint show at the Center Island Arena. The number to call again is 265-4484. The lines are open. And now, back to some more music here on CKLU 93.5 fm." Stacy turned to her friend Gina and said, "It's gotta be The Ramones, who else could it be?" "Call 'em up then. It'd be fuckin' wicked to be front row for that." said Gina. Stacy dialed the college radio station and crossed her fingers. The song ended and the D.J. took calls "CKLU... who am I talking at?" he asked. "Uhhh... Stacy." "Stacy, you're the seventh caller... what's the answer?" "The Ramones??" she said tentatively. "Oooooohhhhhh... Stacy..." "Not right, eh?" "Stacy, you and a friend are going to see Brutal Restraint this Saturday." *** Fans of the college station's punk show heard her and some other female screeching over their radios. "Stay on the line Stacy, I'll have to get some information from you." The D.J. told her to come down to the station during his show and he'd give her the tickets personally. Stacy and Gina took the bus down to the college. "Your mom and dad aren't going to let you go see that show. Why don't you tell them you're staying at my place." The two high school girls got off the bus and hunted around for the campus radio station. There was a red light flashing on Boris' console. "Mmmmmmyeah??" asked the D.J. tersely. "Your contest winner is here. I'll send her on down the hall to you." The door to the booth opened up and Stacy walked in to Boris' look of admiration. She was wearing skin-tight black jeans, cut low on her hips. She had a black wooden tribal belly button piece-it was sort of horn shaped he thought. She had on a very worn out and threadbare white tank top with a distorted skull on it's- he could clearly see her black bra underneath. One of the thin black straps slipped down her arm, unbeknownst to her. Her sweet looking tits looked like they'd make a nice mouthful for him. Her pants were tattered and worn and D.J. Boris caught a thin glimpse of her red panties through a tear's- little white hearts and all. "Fuck, this chick is pretty hot," thought Boris. He suspected she wasn't of the necessary age to win the tickets, but he didn't ask. He just listened to the throb starting in his pants and congratulated her. She got her tickets and as she was leaving, Boris noticed the glimpse of panty was nothing to the speckled show of red and hearts through the buckshot riddled looking rear end. "Mmmmmmm...I'd love some of that," he thought. Stacy showed the tickets to Gina who had been waiting in the hallway. They both shrieked in excitement and the next few days would become unbearable. Their plan was to say that Stacy was going to sleep over at Gina's house. Gina was raised by a single aunt who often had to work late shifts and so they'd go pretty much unnoticed at her place. Besides, the Center Island Arena was only a short cab ride away. They thought they'd splurge on a cab since they didn't have to pay for tickets. They exited the cab, paid their fare and slipped into a deep throng of wild looking... maybe even dangerous looking people. Many of them were of the same age as they were... weren't they? Gina thought they seemed younger than everyone else they'd seen so far. Stacy pointed out another girl like them's- she was heading in another direction mind you. They gave their tickets and were given a long look by the usher at the door. "We won them from CKLU." Stacy had to holler against the sound that was coming from the opening band doing their sound check. Things would be starting soon. "Turn around!" ordered the usher. The girls both turned and the usher admired their tight young forms. He appreciated the layers of sheer and gauzy and ripped clothing they both wore in tight layers. He felt the zipper on his pants become tighter. "Okay, go on in." He had a lewd grin on his face. They held their breaths and entered the building... Everywhere they looked they saw people garbed in black and decked out in weird attire. Many folks had dark makeup on their faces and tattoos and piercings abounded. A man had just walked past Stacy with wild tribal tattoos all the way down his arm and a few of his fingers. Gina spotted someone with a bottle of Canadian Club rye, it was a forty-pounder. It looked like her was doling it out quite generously. "How the hell do you think he got that in here?" asked Gina. The man was now waggling it alluringly to both of them's- he had a grin of some sort on his face. Gina felt she couldn't trust the grin but it had frozen Stacy like a deer in headlights. "Stacy?" asked Gina, "you awake?" Gina snapped her fingers and like a bitch to her master, Stacy wandered over to the snapping gaze of the older guy with the booze. He looked to be in his early twenties. Gina wondered what the hell had come over Stacy, but when she caught up she heard Stacy speaking to him. He was the D.J. from the station's- this was Boris. Stacy had spoken about him a lot while they walked home from the university campus. Stacy was having a big swig from the bottle and offering it to Gina. Gina put the rye bottle to her lips and gave it a tip. The sudden fire of the spirit made her recoil. Stacy chuckled. "That happened to me too. You get used to it though." Gina tried another sip, but she hadn't developed the taste for it that Stacy obviously had. "We better go and find our seats, eh Stacy?", asked Gina. "In a minute...what's your rush. We just got here." Stacy took another swig of the rye whisky and then another, deeper one. Boris told Stacy he had to split as he had to cover the event for the college radio station, but he left her the bottle. Stacy was already pretty fucked up and was starting to wobble a bit. Boris admired how her young tits bobbled as she tried to keep her balance. Gina and Stacy found their seats and had very little time before the show started. Stacy noticed that a couple of guys were passing around what seemed to be a joint. "I'm gonna go and say hello to those guys over there. I'll be right back, okay?" Gina asked her to stay but couldn't prevent her friend from wandering off. She started to watch Stacy walk away but at that moment, the lights dimmed and the music started. The band hadn't yet reached the stage, but the sound was steadily growing louder and Gina turned her head for a moment and when she looked back to follow Stacy with her eye, she wasn't anywhere to be seen for the throng of the crowd. The sound of the show roared like a hurricane and Stacy danced in the aisles of the auditorium with Chad and Crow, her two new acquaintances. She had finished the bottle with their help and she was pretty fucked up. They kept proffering one thick, oily hash joint after another and Stacy was giggling and staggering around. They admired how her left ass cheek had worked itself free of a huge rip in her black, tattered jeans. They could see her high cut panties, the black fabric had little pink stripes and had worked their way between her cheeks. She wore a thin and torn long- sleeved shirt's- it was sheer and black. Beneath it she wore a lacy undershirt-sleeveless. Her firm B cups were held in a black bra with a ripped strap on her left shoulder. Her hair was wild and she wore heavy eye makeup, which ran in smears as it was so hot in the auditorium. Chad and Crow made sure that Stacy never got below a deep level of fuck-uppedness. When Chad took out another one of the fat hash joints, he had her spark it up and once again, she was pulled back into the haze. "You guys are so much fun." She slurred. "I wish I could find my friend...you'd like Gino." She didn't realize she'd gotten her best friend's name wrong. The guys did though. "Some other time," said Crow, over the din of the music. The band did its last number and since they were in the corridors of the arena, they were near the exits. "We'll give you a ride if you want." said Chad. "We'll keep this party going," said Crow. Neither of these guys was anywhere as close to being as messed up as she was's- so they knew how to act and sound very friendly and smooth. "I gotta... I... where's the music?" asked Stacy dazedly. "I gotta... my friend..." Crow put his arm around her and took her outside into the night air. Stacy made a dumb blonde sort of noise at the sudden drop in temperature and her nipples immediately strained against the thin fabric of her bra, under the parking lot lights. Her squeaking seemed a turn-on to the men and they hastily led her to a black Honda Civic. Stacy had to stop and threw up before getting into the car, but said she felt better and shambled into the back. As she got in, Crow got in next to her and Chad was already handing yet another... bigger and fatter joint back to her and Crow was fishing a bottle of Smirnoff from under the passenger seat. She smiled crookedly and took a huge haul off the joint, making her cough. "Here, wash it down with this." Crow offered her the vodka and in her inebriated state, she took a huge gulp of it down and then another. Crow pulled her onto his lap and his erection throbbed against her ass. He put his hands on her sides to steady her during the ride, cupping her tender young breasts as he did so. She was so messed up, she wasn't even aware of his subtle pawing. He was testing the waters. "Chad, we ought to keep this party going. What do you say we head to Mark's place? They'll still be up." "PARRRRTYY!" bellowed Stacy, then broke into fits of giggles. Crow had his hands on her tits and was very carefully kneading them the whole way. Stacy had no idea they were getting onto the interstate and leaving the city. They arrived at what seemed to be an old scrap yard. Chad stopped the car at a huge chain link fenced gate on wheels. He unlocked a padlock on the gate and slid the huge gate back's, it must have been twelve feet high. He drove the car in past it and then locked it behind them. They then drove through twisting alleys of hulking, rusty car bodies and other junk. Stacy, meanwhile was lapsing in and out of consciousness while Crow tipped the last of the twelve ounce bottle of vodka down her throat. The parked the car and got out near a grungy looking cinderblock building with a huge steel door. Chad knocked while Crow kept Stacy on her feet. He was smoking another joint with her, although, in reality neither he nor Chad were anywhere close to being as fucked up as was the young sixteen year old who lied to her parents about here whereabouts and who was now only minutes away from the worst situation a sexy young thing like she, could ever see in her worst nightmares. The door opened and a big beer-bellied guy covered in tattoos stood in the doorway swilling from a quart- sized bottle of Labatt Blue. He belched loudly. "Hey, nice to see you two, and heyyy... you brung me a present. Come on in." This was Mark, he was Chad's second cousin. He was a big lumberjack sort of guy who bathed twice a year whether he needed it or not. He worked as the scrap yard's watchman, but his dogs kept most folks away's, so he had a lot of time on his hands. He waved them is. Stacy was dragged in by Crow, she tried to walk, but her feet were just as often dragging behind her as they were stepping on their own. Mark looked all around in the darkness till he was satisfied that nobody else was around, and shut the door with a heavy click. The smell of the place was of stale sweat and beer and some sort of food or something. This made Stacy look up for a moment. "Huh... wha... where am... who are..." she stammered. Sitting on a beat up old couch near a very primitive fireplace were Todd, Jay and Dave. Dave patted the seat cushion next to him, which sent dust flying up. "Come have a seat." Mark came back from the other room and handed Stacy a full quart-sized brew he'd just opened. "Here, drink up honey. You came to party with us did ya?" Mark had asked her a question, but to everyone else but here, it came out as more of an order of business for the evening. "Whoooohoooooooo..." she squeaked, half nervously. She took the beer but just held it on her knee. Todd put his arm around her and with the other arm, he guided the beer to her mouth and she was forced to take a drink. Todd kept tipping the bottle back, emptying the contents into her mouth till she spluttered and beer spilled out over her lip and down her top. She coughed and tried to protest but he would not let her stop. Meanwhile, Jay had whirled open a butterfly knife and was now kneeling on the floor by Stacy's feet. He inserted the tip of the razor sharp blade under her Doc Marten laces and with a deft motion of his strong wrist, the laces were all cut in half. Stacy made a sound of alarm at her boot being ruined like this, but Todd simply clasped his hand tightly over her mouth. Jay pulled the shoe from her foot and handed it to Dave followed by her sock. Dave waited till Jay handed him the other shoe and sock. Dave got up and tossed them into the fireplace, which was really more of an incinerator. Stacy's eyes went wild in disbelief and she struggled to mouth her drunken protest, but was still muzzled by Todd's calloused, greasy hand. "We met Stacy here at the Brutal Restraint show tonight," said Chad. "Well, she looks good enough to fuckin' eat, and I mean raw! Mark leered as he said this and he was rubbing the bulge in his filthy pants. He walked around the couch and grabbed her by a huge hank of hair and pulled her onto the dirty shag carpet, into a kneeling position. Stacy's reactions were slow, but she realized now that she was in serious trouble and she had no way out, it seemed. All six men gathered around her and grinned perversely. Mark reached down and took hold of her shirt by the collar firmly with both hands and in his strong grip, managed to tear the fabric of the collar in half. He continued to rend the shirt all the way down the back. Dave reached under the shirt and tore away her undershirt, which fell away easily as it was so tattered to begin with. Huge shreds of it came off. Stacy screamed shrieking... wailed for help. She was suddenly silenced by Crow's right fist as it contacted her jaw. Her head re-coiled from the blow and she gasped loudly inward and began to scream, but no sound came out. Instead she shook with violent sobs. Meanwhile her shirt and t-shirt were now removed and Dave was once more feeding them into the incinerator. Her eyes watched in horror. Mark again took her by a huge handful of hair and began to lift her to her feet. She wasn't immediately able to stand as she was so drunk and stoned and so was in part being lifted by her own scalp. Once standing, the other five all started to tear at her jeans, which were already fraught with holes to begin with. "Leave the underwear for me!" ordered Mark. Soon, she stood, wobbly and trembling in just her bra and panties. She struggled to free herself of their grip, but she was just too weak. She was only a little sixteen year old, 109 pounds soaking wet. These guys meant business. "Please...p-p-pleeeeaaaaaase...let me go...I want to go...I want my momma..." she cried and tears streamed down her face. Mark walked around her appraisingly. "You're not going anywhere Stacy. You are on my property now and that means you are never going home to you momma again, you're home now's, so shut the fuck up." He stood behind her and encircled her with his huge, hairy arms. He reeked and she gagged. She felt his big hand cupping her breasts through her bra and she shuddered in disgust. Then his fingers slipped under the fabric where the cups came together and he fixed his grip. Then, with a quick, snapping motion, he tore her bra in half and pulled it away from her sweet young breasts. Her nipples hardened due to the exposure to the air. She had those thick, puffy nipples some teenagers get and it made his cock THAT MUCH harder. Mark crouched down behind her and wrapped his hands around her waist at her waistband line. He slid his fingers down her mound and slipped his fingers up through the legs of her panties. Then he gathered the fabric and hooked his thumbs into the elastic waistband of the thin garment and he fixed his grip once again, and with more strain this time, tore the panties right off of her. This left her furry young pubes visible to all. From underneath her, and unseen by only her, Mark stuck his long, calloused middle finger into his mouth and then forced it straight up into her unprepared box. She reared up on tip-toes and cried out in alarm and pain. "She ain't never been fucked boys. This is a special occasion," said Mark. He still had his finger stuffed harshly inside of her fragile virgin space. He pushed his finger up into her and against her hymen roughly, and moved his hand around violently, like a bass on a hook. Stacy's knees gave out and she dropped to her hands and knees. Dave, Jay and Todd were already out of their clothes and were stroking hard cocks. Chad was soon throwing his clothes onto the floor and was beating himself slowly at the sight of the trembling thing on the floor. Mark threw his filthy clothes onto the floor and had revealed his own cock, which was not the longest in the room, but was the thickest and the smelliest, greasiest cock there. His organ was the size and shape of some big, oily sausage and was thicker than Stacy's own wrist. She would soon come to realize just how thick. He made his way over to Stacy and knelt behind her. Crow was naked now and stood in front of her, unwittingly foiling Mark's plan's- Crow had Stacy get up off her hands and onto her knees. She tried to push him away's- her eyes were closed tightly. Instead, Crow just slapped her across the face. Her head spun and she began to cry... first her mouth involuntarily opened up widely and her eyes began to puff up with tears. Crow took advantage of her vulnerability and stepped into her face's- gripping her head and as she opened her bleary, makeup smeared eyes... he stuffed his cock right into her unprepared face. He hugged her tightly to his stomach, forcing his engorged phallus right into her throat. He held her there for what seemed a long while's- her nose mashed flat against his hairy stomach and she began to struggle for breath. She tried to detach her face from his organ. She beat her helpless fists against him until she began to swoon. Only then did he haul her face away from his weapon. She gasped and sputtered like a child who is suddenly held under water for too long by the local swimming pool bully. Crow's stomach was covered in pale makeup with dark makeup that corresponded to her face. She was still sobbing when he struck again and plunged his cock back into her mouth. He began to fuck her young face. He gathered up a huge, knotty handful of her hair in one of his hands and began to use her head as a fuck-toy...like some dirty teenaged yo-yo. She kept trying to resist, but he'd just pull her hair tighter and she'd wince. He felt the pressure building up in his nuts and pulled out of her mouth and began to ejaculate rope after sticky rope of his gob all over her eyelids and the bridge of her nose. She whipped her head aside violently, as if she'd just been burned with hot water or something. Chad eyed Mark and made his own move by sitting on the edge of the couch. He grabbed her hard by the hair and pulled her face over to his springy cock. "No... no, no, noo... p-plllease... not again..." Her words were stifled by the cock in her throat again. Mark now took advantage of the all-fours position she was in. He again licked his finger and this time, her ran it lengthwise over her tight li'l rosebud. Stacy tried to protest but was grabbed by Chad and brought back to work sucking his cock against her will. He loved the feeling of raping her with his cock like this. A few times, he made sure to shove his dick against the soft sensitive roof of her mouth, which elicited a wince. Then he'd suddenly shove his pulsating head down her throat once more, relishing the sound of her gagging sound. Meanwhile, Mark had worked his big finger into her tight ass and was fucking her hard. Suddenly, he removed his finger and splayed her cheeks wide open with both hands, so as to admire her virgin pastures. He then took his cock-head, which was akin to a tennis ball and began to press it against her sphincter. She was dry, but his cock was enormous and very hard and his body was greasy enough that he began to force her open and himself into her. It was just a bit a first and she again tried to protest. This was met with a sound smack across the face by Chad and Jay decided to get in on the fun too. He found a couple of great big, dirty, old rat traps in the corner behind the incinerator/woodstove. They were still loaded and he knelt beside her and began to manipulate her nipple until it was thick and puffy and hard. Then he caressed her breast with spring mechanism of the trap, against her swollen, pink nipple. The trap snapped shut with an alarming stinging force. Everybody else stood there, stroking themselves and waiting their turn when they saw the trap snap closed hard on her sensitive nipple. Her eyes opened wide and she screamed in pain around the cock that was now about to blow. Chad pulled out just enough that his whole, huge load was spilled into her mouth and he was milking the last few drops from his still VERY MUCH loaded weapon into her uptilted head when Mark forced himself right into her backside. His thick head forced her to see stars and as she tried to scream, bubbles of come gargled out of her mouth. Chad slammed her mouth closed and forced her to swallow it all. She clawed at the filthy industrial carpet and her nails began to bleed from embedded debris. Mark had gotten his head into her and had now grabbed her hips and with one mighty thrust he tore deep into her. She continued to scream, even with her mouth clamped shut by Chad. Mark then took hold of her long hair like two reins's- winding it around her hands. He began to fuck her vigorously and she felt like her insides were being ripped out. S N A P! Jay had fired the second rat trap. This one took less of her breast tissue into its rusty jaws and thus further tortured her nipple. Todd had been having a smoke as he watched and spontaneously decided to put the butt out on her thick, imprisoned nipple. The sizzle could clearly be heard. "Owwwwwwwwww..ahhhhhhhh..." she cried out in pain. Dave decided to follow suit and put his out on her ass cheek, leaving a big angry blister that Mark began so smack with his hand. He'd licked his fingers to make sure it hurt her as much as possible. Her whole body was trembling as Mark them crushed his hands around her waist, squeezing her organs in doing so's- he needed traction as he began to fire of gout after thick gout of his filthy seed into her anus. Dave laid down on his back on the carpet and ordered her ass to be lowered onto his cock. Todd yanked her up and over into position. "Oh godammit, you fucking filthy little cocksucking slut... take my cock you cunt" Dave was vicious as her began his sodomy. Dave leaned her back against his chest and pulled up on the rat traps, which relinquished their grips on her abused nipples with a wicked snap. His cock could be seen fucking in and out of her ass and his way was made smoother by Mark's copious load. She then saw Todd approaching her's- he knelt down between their widely spread legs. "Oh... no... no... no... leave me alone... pleeeease... OH GOD NOOOOOO!" but it was too late, Todd had worked his thick cock into her tight dry little cunt and was right at her hymen. She felt faint at the sensation of both cocks inside her tiny body. Then, with a sudden lunge, he tore right through her maidenhead and had ploughed right into her virgin pussy to the hilt. She could feel him bashing her cervix with every stroke. She looked down and saw her blood on his cock as he fucked her with sadistic enthusiasm. Dave gave a grunt and emptied his balls into her as well. "Stay in her ass man!" shouted Chad as he went to fetch a Tupperware bowl from Mark's poor excuse for a kitchen. He came back just as Todd was emptying his spermy load right against her cervix's, her fertile womb's unprotected entrance. Both men hauled the girl off of their dicks and a flood of sperm rushed out of both orifices and into the bowl, it was both flocked with her virginal blood and the rough, shitty scrapings of her colon. "Drink up bitch," ordered Chad who placed the bowl of filth under her face. Dave took his belt from his jeans and whipped her hard across the ass until she whimpered and tremblingly she lowered her face to the bowl and put her face to it. Her tongue began to lap. "That's better!" said Dave. They all heard her gag and wretch at the thick, filthy contents of her dog's bowl. She threw up into the bowl due to her drunkenness and revulsion. Crow got behind her and fed his raging cock into her pussy and began to fuck her cruelly. With one hand wound in her hair, he gave her head a vicious yank. "Nobody said to stop drinking, keep at it till it's all gone you little whore." She lowered her head into the bowl of sperm, blood, fecal matter and now her own watery vomit. As she tried to lap the contents up, the pounding of her pussy would cause the vile contents to splash and splosh about. She managed to drink it down as best she could. With a roar, Crow emptied his own spermy load deep into her and then quickly withdrew his long cock, it was longer than anyone else's, and proceeded to feed it into her still sore rectum. All the guys gathered for an admiring look as the still raging head split her open and he began to disappear into her depths. His length caused her to wail out in pain as he raped her savagely at a depth she had not felt before. She felt as though an eel was trying to chew its way out of her middle. They burned her with cigarettes and whipped her with belts. She lay on the floor finally, panting and sighing's, she was almost comatose from shock and distress. Just then she was hauled up onto her hands and knees once more. She felt a huge tongue cover her once pristine and now ruined vagina. She turned her head back as would a stabled cow, dumb with pain and horror. Mark had called in his mastiff. The dog's large, bright cock dangled from its hairy sheath and she felt the weight of the beast as he clambered up onto her back. Just then she felt his cock find its mark and he rammed into her and stayed coupled closely to her until the already huge knot at the base of his cock, swelled up impossibly large within her. They were locked together and she would not be able to escape the dog until he had finished fucking her's- had finished emptying his thick load into her. Mark knelt before her face, his filthy cock sticking straight toward her mouth. He reached his hands around her head and buried his way into her mouth again. "I want you to run your tongue all around my head." Her eyes looked up at him pleadingly. She shook her head almost imperceptibly. At that, mark took his cock out of her mouth, to Stacy's fleeting relief. He then proceeded to poke her straight in the eye with it. She howled in pain at the sudden, blinding pain in her eye. He then shoved his cock back into her mouth. "Let's try this again." Soon Stacy was running her tongue all around the head of his cock, reaming up the smegma and sour filth of many weeks since he last washed. "He's been know to take up to a half an hour to finish, eh boys?", said Mark gesturing to the great dog. "He'll pump his come for a good five minutes at least. She'll have something to quench her thirst again, won't she." They all laughed uproariously at her. Todd stood over her and shot more of his come onto her back. Chad did the same. Jay came up and seemed like he was about to come on her back, but instead a long hot stream of his piss coated her back and ran down on her, her shoulders and into her hair and onto her face. They all roared at this again. The dog barked deeply and began to come. Stacy could feel spurt after spurt hit her vaginal walls and slather her cervix. She felt she was going to be sick. Dave had switched off with Mark now and she was being forced to swallow his come now. This went on all night. At one point Crow had fed the vodka bottle into her pussy and Chad fed the neck of a huge beer bottle into her ass. They fucked her hard enough to bruise her sensitive skin to a dull purple hue. She passed out and although was breathing, would not be revived. "What are we going to do with this slut? We can't just keep her here, can we?" asked Dave. "Why not? This junkyard is the biggest in the state," said Mark. Mark and the others dressed themselves as the first light of dawn started to creep over the horizon. Mark went to the back room and came out with what looked like a Chinese take-out container. He ordered her legs spread wide apart and then reached into the container and pulled out a half dozen hungry looking leeches. "I was going to go fishing, but I can always get more bait." They all laughed at the sight of Mark stuffing leeches into her young vagina. He took another bunch and fed those into her. Mark then managed to feed a few into her gaping anal orifice. They then rolled her up tightly in a bed sheet, like a mummy and carried her to the trunk of Chad's car. They drove for 20 minutes through the junkyard, twisting and turning as they went. Mark had driven his jeep and had stopped at an old burned out Cadillac. "This will do juuuuust fine," he said. They tossed her unconscious body into the trunk of the old Caddy and Mark lit the torch that was mounted on the back of his jeep. He threw a few tack weld spots onto the body of the car until he was sure she'd never open it. "Well..." said Mark opening another beer, "Who's into some fishing today?" END ALSO, CHECK OUT: http://groups.google.ca/group/smutbyrequest ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. 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