Duel at the Old Onsen (HC Part 13)

By js2007

Helen had been struggling with a summer remedial lecture on accounts and financial targets in the late August sunshine, trying not to let her mind wonder to how Akiko was recovering in LA, where her remedial plastic surgery had just finished, when the University Principle’s personal assistant had swept into the room, cowing the lecturer who had been about to protest with one of her most withering looks. The tall busty Chinese woman had then beckoned to Helen to follow her out of the class. In the hallway the women glared angrily at Helen, and demanded to know what she had told Ms Mak about her, ‘had she been disloyal, had she not done everything Helen requested, so why was she being cast off, like some unwanted pair of used knickers?’ But the Black Chinese women had no idea why her mother would have released her sex slave from servitude, especially one so useful, and who seemed to enjoy their frequent battles for supremacy, even though she kept losing. ‘I want my chance to enslave her, at least once before we end out affaires,’ pouted the upset women. However that was not the end of the surprises, as at lunch her tutor supervisor, Professor Nakimura also appeared at her table, he smiled and then asked if she had heard from Ms Mak, as she had been in contact with the University bursary section, talking privately he then told her her mother had paid off all her fees for the next three years, as well as making a substantial payment into her student account, but then had disabled and deleted all links to her accounts.

This was all baffling to the 23 year old golden brown beauty, as she knew her mother’s coffers were now nearly empty due to recent demands on her funds, mainly lending Helen the money for the Hospital bills for Akiko, and setting up the extensive plastic surgery and in depth cover background for the young woman in America. Checking with the Universities financial section, the amounts paid in she realised must be all her mother’s remaining funds. She had one ‘burner phone’ kept for emergencies and she tried repeatedly to contact the woman, who was a top Yakuza boss’s concubine, but to no avail. Helen even thought about phoning Fuso, but she knew all her calls to her ‘new lover’ would be monitored, so that she realised was far too dangerous. He was due to fly across to visit his ‘American’ girlfriend in a couple of weeks, and so she decide to wait till then to ask him what was going on, and then she received a strange email from a dark web address she did not know.

The attachment was encrypted and sent from ‘Hana’, whoever that was. Having sent it across to Mahogany to get her petite IT lover in the States to decode and scan for malware, tracers and bugs, she got it back within the hour with an OK, and an assurance neither woman had looked at the phone video that they had cleared for viewing, Mahogany new better than to pry into the complicated and deadly world of her mysterious friend. The picture was wobbly at the start, and Helen recognised this was security footage from a close protection personnel’s, phone attached body cam. She was in Tokyo Mitsukoshi department store, on the VIP level, shopping for a gaudy revealing summer dress with her mother, who made the English expression ‘Mutton dressed up as lamb’ her every day moto. For a second the wearer of the cam was caught in the reflection of a mirror and Helen recognised immediately the image of Hana, a body guard/muscle/assassin of the Asoka clan, obviously employed as protection for their leader’s favourite ‘official’ Concubine while she went shopping. The muscled late 30’s enforcer had been spared by ‘Gin’ some years previously, and though left for dead, had obviously recovered and managed to be reinstated back into the Clan, even though body guard to the Hachiman’s lover must have been a big step down. Then Hana quickly closed up with her charge, covering the sluty dressing, high heeled, Chinese woman in her care. In a small isle in the extremely exclusive boutique area of the shop Ms Mac’s escort faced off with four similarly casual dressed but equally unmistakable muscle who were hovering around a very well dressed and impeccably coiffured and made up early forties Japanese classic beauty.

‘Mrs Rai,’ stuttered her normally foul mouthed and assertive mother in her accented Japanese, ‘I should not be here, I am so sorry, so sorry, the store did not tell me you were shopping today, as I would have waited,’ Ms Mak bowed low in apology, it was not done for a member of the ‘family’ to ever have to acknowledge a concubine, even if she actually was the Hachiman’s regular bed mate, and he long a widower, and the botoxed and enhanced woman started to shuffle back awkwardly to clear out of the way of her lovers sister. Mrs Rai gave a radiant smile and with a few words and gestures had reassured Mak that this unfortunate meeting was not her fault, and then disarmingly had said could she share a few words in private with the woman concerning her brother’s upcoming birthday. The guards were dismissed with an easy gesture by the elegant lady.

Helen sat back in shock. The close protection would have been instructed on pain of ‘worse than death’ never to leave their VIPs, and yet with gentle words, a smile, and a few disarming gestures, the Siren had them all backing away to leave the two ladies alone, and then with a crocked finger she summoned back Hana and the hatchet faced women Helen had seen with the Yakuza bosses wife when she had visited them in Shanghai.

‘We need witnesses don’t we Ms Mak.,’ hissed the smiling Kunoichi,’ I know what you did to Mayu, and you must pay for that, so this is a formal challenge to meet me at the Akai Onsen, seven days from today.’ Helen could see the dismay on her mother’s face, as a concubine she had never had anything to do with the honour fights among the elite women of the Yakuza clans, even if she had heard all the legends of enslavement and degradation heaped on the losers, who often committed suicide rather than return to their families. Mrs Rai smirked at her discomfiture. ‘Your personal body guard will know what to do, as Hana has accompanied me to the Onsen on numerous occasions in the past before my bother ‘sold' me as part of his deal for peace with the Honshu clans, and forced me to take that stinking cur as my husband.’ Helen could see her mother was for once speechless, and tried to protest, but with a wave of her hand the high class female silenced the whore. ‘I hear you are a talented amateur sexfighter, we can see how good you are when matched with someone who has been trained since birth to dominate and subdue women of your sort’, and then as an afterthought added, ‘ My brother is monitoring your activities closely as I might have mentioned I had seen you with a man I did not recognise, and you know how jealous he can get, so your phone and IT will be being monitored closely right now, so do not think of contacting your daughter or my nephew, or you will have alerted him to who ‘Helen’ really is, but then again if you do not come next Saturday I will tell him about your daughter and his son myself, and also where they have hidden their bastard brat. His loving grandfather would love to be able to butcher the little piglet’. And with that she laughed, breaking the spell, and then turned on her heels to walk briskly back to re-join the rest of her entourage, leaving Mak crushed mentally, with tears trickling down her cheeks, and Hana had to hold up the usually very confrontational confident Chinese woman as she wobbled out of the store to her car in a daze.

The screen date on the phone video was three days ago. Helen would have to act quickly.

Through the Zeiss Helen could see the two women standing facing each other in the thigh high warm water of the heated ‘hot pool’ of the Onsen, having washed and cleansed themselves. Steam was slowly rising from the naturally heated volcanic water, but as the weather was warm even here in the mountains, it was not smoking as it had been the last time Gin had visited the spa. She wished her lip reading skills were better, Gin had done the basic course, and luckily as she knew her mother’s accent, she could get the broad outline of the exchanges. Her vantage point was across the small mountain valley, up in a high tree, and had taken nearly 12 hours to hike to over some extremely rough terrain, leaving a guard dead in a mountain stream on the way, who had ‘accidently’ fell and broken her neck.

Gin could only admire the tall statuesque naked beauty of Mrs Rai as she eased out of the shallow pool and picked up a copper pot Gin knew would be full of hot oil and spices. She was quickly glistening with a thin coating of tantric oil, her dark long hair braided and hanging down nearly to her still firm plush ass, her chest full, and still at forty plus, firm and bouncy as she massaged the oil into them, and her trimmed bushy vee of pubic hair emphasizing, not hiding, her proud thrusting sex muscle. Her teats popped at contact with the stimulants in the smooth liquid, and her clit hardened to face the challenge of the Chinese woman. And Gin had to admire the bravery of her mother, as she too emptied her pot of sex juice over her enhanced breasts, cupping and caressing them and making sure every inch of her slightly more rotund figure was covered by a film of the oil, from her large red aureoles with their finger thick baby feeders, to her well used and shaved smooth whores clit.

It started very gently, both women caressing each other and rubbing in the warm spiced oil into each other bodies, but Gin could see that all through the gentle rubbing Ms Mak was cursing and swearing at the other woman who serenely smiled back. Her mother’s foul mouth was working overtime while the beautiful older women was letting her scream at her before stopping her dead in her tracks with a few words that obviously hit home at the confidence and assurance of the former prostitute. However the Cantonese cat was not so easily cowed and Ms Mak recovered to continue her tirade against the haughty bitch, as they stood naked nose to nose on the wooden floor, then Helen could see that another few words left her mother’s lips trembling and near to tears. Helen fumbled for the button on the lazer mic receiver for the small bug that she had had planted by one of the Onsen maids earlier, it had limited battery life, but she realised now she needed to know what was going on.

‘You dried up cunt, can you even have children.’ Screamed Ms Mak, before continuing to mock Madam Rai, ‘Your old husband has three mistresses and an official Concubine, and you cannot even keep him in your bed one night a week.’ Then while softly stroking the full 36 inch breasts of the forty something Japanese sexfighter she added, ‘And you’ll never know the joy of feeding you own children like a real woman.’

‘I’ll enjoy making sure you grandchild dies a very painful death,’ hissed back Rai with a smile, and it was this that shook Mak as the Siren used all her powers to fully convince the other female that indeed she would kill the baby Mak and Helen had invested so much hope in against all the odds, ’That man, my brother, will make sure that Fuso’s little baby ends up at the bottom of one of the supports at the new Olympic Stadium.’ She added with a smile while applying a particularly hot oily handful of the pepper and spice infused Tantric liquid, with added sexual stimulants, full into Ms Mak’s loins, making sure to apply a full measure into her sex, across the late 30’s battlers clit, before slipping a finger coated in goo into the ass of the dyed blonde Chinese woman. Mak sobbed and then as if comforting the other mature bitch the taller elegant oil coated Yakuza bosses wife nuzzled up to the botoxed slut to thrust her tongue deep into the trembling mouth of her opponent. However Mrs Rai had underestimated the smaller plumper woman, and Mak immediately came back to life, the lustful deep French kiss helping her recover from the spell the Siren had weaved on her.

‘Bitch,’ spat back the Cantonese women through their duelling thrusting seductive tongues. The smaller women gently hugged the older women and their breast started to slowly rotate against one another, and the teats popped up fully erect to joust with the other females mature milkers, Madam Rai’s still firm 36 inchers caressing and trying to dominate the bigger broader and ‘enhanced’ 38 inchers of the mistress’s, the official Concubine of the older bitch’s hated brother.

Madam Rai was not going to let the younger female dictate the pace of the fight, and her training since youth in these skills had seen her victorious in 6 fights, enslaving wives and daughters of other Yakuza families to her father’s obvious joy, but her brother first wife had beaten her soundly, and then abused her roughly to tame her spirits. The tall woman was still scared by memories of the bitches 12 inch red sandpaper ridged thick hard strap-on, and she had tried to regain her freedom three times , losing more badly, and punished and disciplined more severely each time. However it was that very woman who having subdued her young slave, had taught Rai the secrets of the Siren’s calling, and how even in the male world of the Yakuza, women could have real power. The woman’s main fault was her massive ego, as she had not really subdued Madam Rai at all, and once the tall elegant sister of the family had been taught all her secrets, she challenged her to a final fight, and had drowned the fifty something bitch in this very pool, before framing her brothers beloved Concubine for the murder. She had loved forcing him to witness the flaying alive of the painted prostitute who had been his lover for more than twenty years. Ironically it was the deaths of his two most loved companions that had opened the way to Ms Mak’s present situation as the official Concubine of the old lonely and much saddened, but totally ruthless boss of the Asoka Clan. The obvious sex worker, with her over large breasts, smoothed face, prostitutes manners, and accented Japanese, was such a contrast to his normal elegant classic beauties, and unexpectedly he had fallen completely in love with the whore.

Rai now pressed up tight so that breasts were squashed and sweaty shiny flesh oozed our between the two hot oiled bodies, and then with a deft twerk of her ass the Yakuza Madam sent her erect clit into battle against the whores much used sex. Mak while still sucking and slurping, tongues duelling deep, and both females fighting for breath, responded, and now the two sex muscles joined the four teats in this full body to body battle. Both women’s arms were puling them tight together, hands kneading and caressing their foes back and plump asses, until the Chinese woman upped the anti and started to slowly finger her foes puckering hole. The more refined sexfighter returned with full measure the fingering of her own shitter by the Concubine, and then as Rai responded with her own elegant long fingers, the dyed blonde whore suddenly stabbed hard with two talons, and the thinner older veteran beauty could not stop herself spasming in pain and excitement, thrusting involuntarily her hard clit forward, where the powerful sex of her smaller foe thrust back, rubbing and twisting her she muscles, and flexing her hips. Mak was now slashing and gripping her older foes tender sex tool, and Rai gasped and moaned from this dirty underhand move, and was forced to withdraw from the tongue duel, to gasp and pant in pain and distress, and look into the cruel, gloating smile of the Cantonese bitch’s face.

Rai responded with an amazingly strong clit thrust of her own that had Ms Mak gasping, and then, using the now dripping sex of her foe as a punching bag, heavily humped away at the smaller woman, crashing together the two veteran women’s most intimate parts, sex to sex, grinding and thrusting, while both dripping females were now sucking at her opponents teats. But the taller older women was always the faster and more vicious with her sex tool, attacking its sopping foe without mercy, the two women now wobbling and moaning on their spread wide legs, and screaming with sexual need and frustration, as they swayed across the hard wooden flooring of the small bath house. It was Mak who started to hyperventilate first, her moans and wails rising a pitch as she desperate tried to fight back against the Kunoichi, and fend off the impending climax, and then with a particularly loud scream, Madam Rai thrust her clit full into the sex of the smaller heavier woman, and upper cut into her foes vitals with all the power in her she muscle. The black haired older beauty then did not withdraw to thrust again, but held the Chinese blonde firmly in place with her black painted and varnished nails jammed into the broad ass of the late thirties vixen, while she ground and ground their sexes together, wailing and whimpering herself.

‘NO!!’ wailed the despairing Chinese cat, while the Japanese veteran bellowed curses into her ears as she forced the whore to gush out a massive climax, but to the watching Gin’s surprise even as her mother succumbed to the victorious older bitch, and fell hard to her knees, the tear stained and exhausted Asian cuntfight managed to keep some control, and kneeling she leaned forward and sunk her long tongue deep into the steaming dominant snatch of Rai. The taller woman had been looking down to gloat at her victory, ‘sex vs sex’, against the other veteran sexfighting gladiatrix, exhausted and swaying on her bare feet, but confident of victory, and had not expected the slurping, sucking, hot tongue of the whore. The pale women staggered and Ms Mak grabbed her round her slim waist, to stop her escape, and within a minute of her own massive squirting cum, she forced the older bitch, paralysed by her own lust, to scream out a mighty wail of despair, as she in turn sprayed her foe with jizz, and fell back on her ass sobbing and shattered onto the cold wooden floor of the bath house.

Luckily for the Yakuza bosses wife, Ms Mak was not in any fit state to capitalise on her enemy’s destruction, and both mature cats sat glaring at each other across the hard flooring as the steam from the pool swirled around them. Then, after a few minutes to recover and with a mutual hiss, the two naked oiled and now jizz covered females lunged across at each other, again tongues ready to wrestle, mouths open wide to fight, to steal the very breath from her opponent as they locked up rolling across the floor, belly to belly, tit to tit, clit to clit. Each gladiatrix had one hand thrust deep into the other woman’s ass hole and the other twisting, pulling, scratching and gouging onto the other sexfighters very sex. First the pale woman manged to get on top and get the advantage, and with a wail Mak was forced to cum and cum again, while the superior bitch beamed down on her enemy with a confident smile. But this advantage was short lived, as Mak rolled them over to gain the top spot, and her ass raping of the Japanese forty plus cat was vicious in the extreme. As the other woman whimpered the Chinese vixen then a gouged and twisted a full hand into her sex, torturing and abusing her cunt to force three squirting, draining climaxes from the older bitch, leaving her looking much older and haggard.

The Japanese mature bitch realised she was reaching the limits of her sexual endurance, and Gin could see the fear on her beautiful face, as the Kunoichi realised the smaller whore was crippling her sex. However the older woman was not finished, and somehow regaining the top spot she manged to seal her bright red lips around Ms Maks mouth, and then using her now dishevelled and dripping long black hair, it’s neat braid having been long ripped out, to block her enemies nose too. The smaller Cantonese women suddenly realised her danger of succumbing to the ‘Death Kiss’, as the Tokyo cat robbed her completely of breath as she struggled to win their vicious sex duel. She needed release and so with her last remaining strength the Chinese cuntfighter sliced a hard thumb nail straight across her enemies now re-hardened and stabbing clit, forcing a scream from the Japanese matron, and thus releasing her enemy from the kiss fight, but in return as tears of pain and frustration cascaded down Madam Rai’s cheeks she also stabbed a vicious latex hardened nail across the smaller tanned Chinese cats sex tool. Mak now let out her own scream and rolled away from her shattered foe, as sobbing and weeping both desperate women rubbed and examined their injured clits, and for the second time in the sexual duel, the two cuntifighters nursed their wounds and gulped in air, both now even more exhausted, injured, dishevelled, distressed and sexually crippled than the last time. The haughty high class beauty, now just an old drained hag, in just as bad a condition, sexually destroyed and drained, as the spray painted Chinese blonde whore, and showing now all of the near fifteen years seniority she had over her enemy. Both were crying with pent up sexual frustration and the need to win.

Both examined their ruined cunts and hissed at her foe at the dirty tactics, and then while Gin watched amazed at the endurance of the two veteran battlers, they slowly crawled across to each other on their hands and knees, slowly getting closer and closer as they crawled circling round each other on the smooth wood, their bodies glistening, but now red and blotched, with blood seeping from ass, cunt and teats, sore boobs hanging low, cunts dripping and oozing with the desire to cum and with the need to conquer its sexual foe, bleeding from the abuse. Then with a lung they closed, grabbing their opponent round the waist to pull themselves together, side by side on their knees, and facing their enemies ass, they both set about their foes cunt and shitter, fingering and fisting as they rested their heads on the sweaty oiled back of their victim, and let their fingers work on the sex and innards of the other cuntfigher. Gin lost track of how many times one bitch would stiffen and wail out her sexual submission as she gushed jizz and blood, only to then, with tears coursing down her face, return to the battle and rip in turn another climax from her foe, who would in turn scream her defeat, shudder and sway on her knees, before grimly returning back to the work of crippling the very heart of the sex drive of her opponent. The two older women were there to destroy the other veteran bitch completely, rip out her sex and her will to fight on, and force the other proud vixen into full submission and degradation. In the end it was the very crippling sex attacks that stopped this penultimate phase of the sex duel, as the strength in their arms failed, and their hand, now slippery and stained with the blood and juices of the other gladiatrix, lost their power, and both ruined females slumped with their heads bowed onto the cold flooring.

By some sort of mutual agreement the two mature cuntfighters slowly rolled over onto their backs and then folded into each other in an entwining sixty-nine, tired hands slipping and groping to get a firm hold onto the plump ass cheek of their for, as they opened their mouths wide to fully take in the ripped and battered sex of the other bitch, but now tongues softly licked and caressed, and the crippled sex was sucked, nuzzled and teased. Soon both women’s faces were coated anew with fresh jizz as this now much softer loving attack sucked even more climaxes out the mature matrons. Slowly but surely Gin realised her mother was losing this final duel, and she could see the worry and despair in her eyes as the Japanese cat slurped two or three squirting climaxes from her, for each of the Chinese bitches own rapes of the Japanese cuntfighter. The late forties sexfighter had gotten not her second but her third or fourth wind, and was now slowly exhausting the veteran prostitute, and Mak eventually could only moan, forehead flat to the cold wood as the Japanese cat milked her sex to destruction.

‘Oh god, oh god,’ the Chinese women gasped as her near comatose body was rolled onto her back and the victrix hoisted the younger sexfighters left leg up to nuzzle the dominant sex muscle close to its defeated opponent. Madam Rai, near finished herself, needed the full release of a trib duel to complete her conquest, and though Gin could see her mother grit her teeth and fuck back at the woman on top, she knew she was doomed. Somehow Mak’s clit weathered the first attacks, and they swapped climaxes, but then the real veteran clit of the older fuckfighter showed her skill and power, and ripped two, then three, then four unanswered sexual spasms out of the now near unconscious spray tanned, blonde, Chinese whore. Rai then crawled panting across the oiled battered body of the other Asian to sit her plump ass and sex on the tear stained botoxed face of the defeated bitch, and then with a malicious smile face fucked her enemy, drenching her foe three times in her own dominant juices in a powerful victory fuck.

The Chinese woman tried to resist but the exhausted and drained Mac’s struggles slowly subsided and the equally dishevelled and distressed older Japanese woman leaned forward to slowly lick and kiss at the whores injured sex and then thrust a whole hand viciously into her foe’s abused cunt, forcing one last screaming and wailing, ruining and crippling climax from the blonde Chinese cuntfighter. As the blondes eyes fluttered closed, Rai rolled their two hot sweaty oiled naked bodies, now glued together by copious squirts of jizz, over to the edge of the pool, and suddenly with her last reserves of strength, pushed the heavier late thirties woman’s head under the hot water of the natural spring. Gin now understood, her mother had guessed right, the elegant woman was not going to enslave her, as was usual in these fights, she was going to kill her, and so she had put all her affairs in order, and made sure no one would be able to link her to Helen or Fuso, and most importantly of all, to her grandson Akira. The Siren Abbess wanted full revenge, much more than just to enslave her mother; she wanted to send a message to the brother who had forced her into a loveless marriage by killing Mak, his own lover. Gin shook her head at the woman’s arrogance, and smiled to herself, remembering their first meeting. The elegant lady had mockingly asked her how she had managed to kill a whole room of Triad killers in Bangkok. Little did she realise it was not Helen who had done that, but Gin, and Gin was now in control.

‘I think I can see what my nephew sees in you, but eventually my brother will discover what you two have done and kill you all, including your little bastard son,’ her face had then split into a grin,’ and then she had added as an afterthought. ‘It’s an honour to meet the woman who killed the heads of the Wu Lang Toa, you must tell me how you did it?’

It was the wrong question.

The right question was why.

For Arimi/Gin/Helen the threatening words spat at her mother in the Mitsukoshi’s exclusive shopping level was actually all she really cared about.

‘… and also where they have hidden their bastard brat. His loving grandfather would love to be able to butcher the little piglet’.

Gin’s answer to the question would be final, and she would need to send only one.

Warnings were for amateurs.

The auburn headed woman smoothly switched from the wide angel spotting Ziess x300 IR to the NightForce Optics Benchrest cross hairs and let 50 cal tungsten from 2 Klicks follow the infrared dot to the back of the woman’s skull, to deliver her message for her. The 50 BMG Solid (the explosive round was too risky for what Gin needed to do), from the English made Accuracy International AW50 sniper rifle, left very little of the Siren’s head attached to her near prefect body, just a stump and bit of jaw bone flapping, and coated the small room with a fountain of blood and dying the steaming water crimson. The beautiful women should not have threatened her son, but saving her mother was an unexpected bonus. As Gin expected ‘hatchet face’ was first through the door. She was very quick, as they would not have heard the shot yet, and the supersonic bullets thunder was only now echoing around the small mountain valley, but the crash of the heavy metal sabot into the old wood panelling having exited through the remains of the beautiful woman’s face had made a terrific noise. Though the second shot was not as perfect as for her mistress, the kinetic energy of just clipping the bodyguard’s right temple neatly lifted the top of her skull off and threw her back out of the door, dead. Hana rushed in directly afterwards, and grabbed her mother’s now near lifeless body from out of the pool, and Gin could see the bottle blonde throwing up water as she struggled to get her breath back, and then, her last duty completed, Hana sat up, closed her eyes and remained motionless.

A tear trickled down Gin’s cheek and she had to blink it away before sending the third bullet into the chest of the woman she had spared four years ago. Hana had known it had to come to this, in the Onsen she had ‘innocently’ removed her armour chest plates as she was ‘ just too hot’, she knew she had to die defending her mistress, and thus her own children would become legacy to the clan, looked after, educated, loved by their grandmother, and allowed to live, with no suspicion of treachery. If she lived there would have been a bloody Clan war, just like the one that had killed her husband, and innumerable children would lose fathers and mothers due to the now dead bitch. Two more bullets wrecked the small steam pool area and covered Ms Mac in splinters and a grazing wound which chipped a bone in her arm, before the heat of the rapid firing, 5 shots in 3 seconds, jammed the first cartridge of the reload clip due to a slight burr in its casing. A shell selected for that very fault. When the forensic team examined the discarded rifle, having had to painstakingly drag for it at the bottom of a mountain stream, they would have no suspicions, and immediately conclude that it was that very fault which had saved the concubines life. The two Clans would unite to investigate who had targeted their women so viciously while they had been enjoying the hot baths and steam of this traditional neutral ground, but find no enemy, and so conclude a personal grudge.

Six hours later and Helen was back on the plane to China, in tourist class as part of an excursion to see the Three Gorges and the pandas.

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