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This is a revised version of the story that I published on Smashword starting back in 2014. It is rewritten with much-added material. However, I did have to age up some of the characters so no one is underage in this version.

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Thursday, June 27th, 2013 – Avialle “Via” Willard – South Hill, WA

“Listen carefully, Avialle,” my Mistress said to me as we sat on our bed. She used my full name and held my hands gently and lovingly. I was lost gazing in her hazel eyes.

I had only been Antsy’s slave for a week-and-a-half. My former Mistress, Mary, had given me to this wonderful, outgoing woman. Before me, Antsy hadn’t had a lot of experience with women, and I was her guide into the delights only one woman could impart to another. We kissed, sucked, and licked every inch of the other’s delectable flesh. We reveled in sapphic delights. Not a bit of our bodies was overlooked by our passion.

My Mistress was even generous enough to share her urine with me, filling my mouth with her delicious piss at least twice a day.

“Always, Mistress,” I breathed, a smile crossing my lips.

Mary, my first Mistress and the woman who showed me I was a pee slut, gave me to Antsy. She was so beautiful with a heart-shaped face; luxurious, black hair that I loved to stroke; big, dark eyes; and plump, oh-so-kissable lips. My heart beat faster. Her hands were warm silk on mine and her spicy perfume left me feeling heady; I was drunk on her. Those lips were so inviting.

I leaned in to kiss her.

Her finger pressed against my lip. “Wait, we have something very important to discuss.” She took a deep breath. “For the next twenty-four hours you are free to make your own decisions, and you are not under my control.”

My thoughts suddenly cleared, a fog dissolving in the light of the morning sun. “I…what…” My cheeks colored as I remembered the last week-and-a-half. “Oh, damn. What did you do to me?”

Antsy shifted uncomfortably. “My future sister-in-law, well, she mind-controlled you. She gave you to me to… own. Only… I’ve come to care for you. You’re a wonderful, exciting woman and I just don’t feel like forcing you to do anything. Even if you enjoyed everything we did. Deep inside me, I could just feel how wrong it was.”

I bit my lip, my thoughts whirling. Should I be angry? I was only confused. “Soooooo… now what?”

“I want you to think about this last week. If you want to be free, I’ll set you free,” Antsy answered. “Just…I think you’re wonderful and I’m very sorry for my role in what happened to you. But I want to keep being your Mistress.”

I swallowed. I was made her slave. I enjoyed being her slave. I want to kiss those lips. I want to claw out her eyes. “Shit,” I muttered. “I…fucking shit.”

It was too much. Everything swelled in me at once, a tide of buffeting emotions. I couldn’t handle this.

I fled.

My beat-up, shitty Honda civic survived yesterday’s attack with only a single bullet hole. Even that was hard to spot, lost in the dented, right fender. It had been scary when the nun-controlled SWAT officers attacked Mark’s house, the neighborhood exploded into such violence.

I put that out of my mind. I hopped into my car, started the engine, and drove off.

I was so confused. I needed to talk with someone. Who? Who would understand. I pulled to the side of the road, staring at my phone and…

I stopped at a new contact I had. My fingers danced across my phone’s keyboard as I texted Diane; she’d know what to do. I knew Diane from the Clam Diver, a lesbian club in nearby Tacoma. In fact, Diane was the one who introduced me to Mary. They were friends, which kind of concerned me. But I also felt I could trust Diane. I knew she would help me out.

She could help me understand what to do because…

Antsy was just so wonderful but… She owned me. I had no control over anything I did for the last week. I hit send on my text message. I leaned back in my driver seat. I squirmed, my heart racing so badly. I licked my lips. I hadn’t thought about anything in a week. Not really and…

Part of me was angry that Antsy even gave me this choice. I was happy. Right? But it wasn’t really me. I didn’t have a choice in the matter. It was all so damned confusing. I wished everything made sense. Was simple and—

My phone beeped.

“Come over sugar,” Diane texted back. “Got a few girls over. We’ll figure out.”

It took me about a half-hour to drive to Diane’s apartment in the nearby city of Fife. I had to fight through the notoriously bad traffic on Pacific Highway to get there. She lived up on the second floor or a beige, boxy building. I darted up the concrete stairs. I was out of breath as I knocked on her doors.

“Hey, Via,” Diane smiled when she opened her door, a glass of white wine in her hand. “Come in.”

Thick, curly black hair fell down to Diane’s shoulders and framed a porcelain face set with pouty lips and deep, brown eyes. She wore a flowery top that left most of her shoulders and chest bare, held up only by a pair of spaghetti straps while a tight pair of white jeans clad her sleek thighs.

“Thank you,” I said and then gave her a brief hug and peck on the cheek.

Diane beckoned me inside where two women sat on the couch. I gave them a nervous wave, saying, “Um, hi.”

“Do you know Kristina and Sarai?” Diane asked, pointing to each woman as she said their names.

“I’ve seen them at the Clam Diver,” I said, nodding my head to them. Kristina, who I always thought of as Orange because of the garish shade she dyed her hair, gave me friendly smile. Sarai was a dusky-skinned, Arab woman with a nice, round set of tits that filled out a bustier-like halter top. I had never buried my face between those tits, but I had wanted to.

Sarai always seemed so shy at the club, hanging back from the fun.

Diane produced a glass of wine that she effortlessly placed in my hand at the same time as she seated me on the couch between her and Sarai. Diane gave me a considering look before asking, “Now, what’s the problem you’re having? Is it that girl you brought to the club last week?”

I nodded my head. “Antsy.”

Kristina giggled, “What kind of name is Antsy?”

“What’s wrong with Antsy?” I snapped as a sudden surge of anger rippled through me. “It’s cute! Short for Samantha.”

“Sorry,” Kristina muttered. “It’s just not…well…” she sighed. “Sorry. I have the uncanny ability to to insert foot into mouth with alarming ease. It’s my superpower.”

“I…yeah, it’s okay,” I muttered.

“So what’s your problem with Antsy?” Diane asked. “Are you two quarreling? You seemed really into her when I saw you at the club.”

I squirmed, my heart beating. “God, how do I explain it?”

“I find words are the best way,” Diane said, a smile crossing her lips. She patted my thigh. “Just take a deep breath and go slow.”

I did that. It helped. Diane’s eyes were so supportive. I felt I could… Trust her. “You know Mary, right, Diane?”

Her smile turned from supportive to something… wicked. “Mmm, isn’t she just delicious?”

“Mary’s the redhead with the gorgeous, emerald eyes?” Kristina asked.

I nodded my head.

“Oh, god she was amazing. I danced with her and… Fuck, that was hot! I came right there on the dance floor humping her thigh.”

Diane’s laugh was rich, fond. “That was a fun night.”

“Well, you know she can get people to do things, right?” I asked, my stomach tensing. She… made me into slave. “You’ve seen the news. The miracle.”

“The Hoax?” Kristina asked. “Yeah, I had a good chuckle.”

“That wasn’t a hoax. I was there. Antsy is Mark’s sister, and we both watched him get shot and lie their dying before he came back to life. Mark and Mary have powers. You’ve all seen the news about what Mark can do. They both can makes people do things. And…” I bit my lip. “They made me Antsy’s sex slave.”

“Really?” Sarai asked, an excited glint popping into her dark eyes. “I mean, that sounds awful.” Her words didn’t sound convincing at all, not with her quivering and squirming.

Diane gave Sarai a side-long glance. The elegant Diane sipped her wine then said, “I think we have a budding sub here. Do you want to be my little slave?”

“Um, no,” Sarai answered, shifting on the couch. Her nipples hardened, dimpling her bustier, revealing the lie of her words.

“Anyway,” I continued, needing to talk about it. I had to get help. I needed to know what to do. “Antsy freed me from their control not long ago. At least, for a little while. She feels it’s wrong to make me her slave against my will. She’s falling for me or something. So she gave me the choice: freedom or slavery.”

Sarai sighed. “That’s kinda romantic.”

“Really?” I asked. “I don’t know. Making someone your slave doesn’t feel that romantic to me.”

“But she set you free.” Her words grew faster, breathier. She squirmed beside me, color darkening her dusky cheeks. “She wants you to submit to her willingly.”

“I think someone really wants to be dominated,” purred Diane. “I can tie you up, if you want?”

Sarai squirmed, looking down.

“Well, Via, what do you want?” Diane asked me.

“I don’t know,” I muttered. I squeezed my wine glass, swirling the deep-red liquid around in it. “It’s all mixed up inside me. She’s beautiful, fun, out-going, everything I like in a girlfriend. Even knowing they forced me to be her slave, I had fun with her.”

“Hmm,” Diane said, tapping her thigh. “So you are conflicted.”

“Yeah. It should be simple.” I squirmed more. “I should demand my freedom. What they did to me wasn’t right, but…”

Diane stared at me, her eyes intent. “You need to ask yourself if you can live without ever seeing Antsy again? This is what you need to understand.”

I blinked. Could I be happy without seeing Antsy? A pang filled my heart just thinking about not seeing her again. I downed my wine in a single gulp. The fruity, dry drink spilled down my throat. I leaned my head back, gulping it. The wine splashed in my stomach, spilling a warmth through my veins I needed.

Could I be her slave again? I had my freedom. With a word, Mary could get me to do anything.”

“Another?” Diane asked.

I sighed. “I think so. This is a… a big problem.”

Diane grabbed the glass and disappeared into her kitchen for a moment; my eyes couldn’t help but follow the sway of her curvy ass. When she returned with a filled glass, she had a naughty smile painted on her porcelain face.

I took the drink from her and—

Diane’s hand blurred as it shot out. She seized Sarai’s black hair, yanking the girl off the couch and throwing her to the beige carpet. I jumped, sloshing wine over my wrist and dripping on my thighs at the sudden action. The Arab woman sputtered, staring up at Diane with surprise and… something else.

Was that lust glinting in Sarai’s dark eyes?

“What was that for, Diane?” Sarai gasped. “That hurt.”

Instead of answering her, Diane raised her foot and shoved her bare toes into Sarai’s mouth, fucking them in and out of her mouth. I gasped at what was going on while a strange heat blossomed in my snatch.

“Suck them, slut!” Diane commanded Sarai, keeping a firm grip on her hair. Diane balanced with grace on one foot. “I want you pleasing me.”

“Diane?” I asked, shocked.

Kristina slid down the couch until she was right next to me. Her perfume—light, flowery, and intoxicating—filled my nose with every inhalation. I felt her presence right behind me as I watched Diane toe-fuck Sarai’s mouth. Katrina’s breath caressed my neck, so warm. I trembled as the lust blossomed in my pussy. Kristina pressed against me. Her hand found my bare thigh beneath my skirt.

Her touch ignited passion in my cunt, a wet fire raging in me.

I couldn’t look away as Sarai sucked Diane’s toes in her mouth. A loud, slurping sound filled the room, like a baby worrying a pacifier. Sarai’s cheeks hollowed as she pleasured Diane. She worshiped those toes, pleasing them while I squirmed, my pussy growing hotter and hotter.

Why was this turning me on? What was going on here?

“You like my dirty toes, slut?” Diane demanded. “Mmm, you do. I know your type. You just want some sexy, powerful woman to treat you like the horny slut you are! Don’t you?”

Sarai didn’t answer; she just sucked.

“Just like that nun on the airplane! She dominated you and popped your cherry,” Diane moaned. “Just remember how Sister Louise dominated you and took your virginity. Embrace that feeling, because I’m going to do the same.

“I’m going to use you. Claim you. You’ll be my lezzie-slut, whore!”

Sarai moaned, sucking harder. Drool ran down her chin as she put her all into pleasing Diane’s big, thick toe.

“God, she’s such a freak,” Kristina whispered in my ear; her lips so close I could almost feel her brushing upon my sensitive lobe. Her breath tickled me, sending such a heat surging down to my juicy pussy.

I shuddered and wondered which one was the freak? Sarai, who was getting off on being forced to suck Diane’s dirty toes, or Diane, who was thoroughly enjoying degrading the dusky beauty?

Maybe they both were.

Drink my piss, slut! Antsy’s words echoed in my head. The memory of nuzzling my mouth into her pussy, feeling her silky labia on my lips, surged in me. It felt so clear to me as I trembled, anticipating that dirty moment. Then the way I moaned in delight, my pussy clenching as she unleashed a flood of her dirty urine into my mouth. How she tasted, that acrid flavor squirting into my mouth with such force, warming down to my belly as I gulped it down.

I licked my lips; suddenly thirsty for Antsy’s bounty.

Was I a freak too?

I shuddered as Kristina’s hand on my thigh slid higher and higher. My heart beat faster and faster. My pussy grew hotter. Her touch was so silky. I bit my lower lip, a growing moan building in me as her hand dipped beneath my skirt. I watched Diane dominating Sarai as Kristina nibbled on my cheek.

Waves of heat washed down from her lips to my cunt, melting my passion. My juices flowed, staining my thighs. Her lips kissed and nibbled along my cheekbone, nearing my own mouth. Her touches sent tingles shuddering through me. I turned to face her. Kristina’s blue eyes filled my vision. Her lips were mere inches from mine.

Red. Wet. Plump.

They begging to be kissed. For my lips to nibble on hers, to love her.

I surrendered to these passions.

Our lips met as her fingers found my bare pussy unencumbered by panties. My passion drowned me, pleasure flooding through my body as her fingers gently stroked my vulva. I moaned, my hips bucked. Her fingers were just so delicious, rubbing harder and harder.

I whimpered into our kiss. Our tongues dueled, caressing and loving each other. I squirmed on the couch beside her as her fingers delved into the folds of my pussy. She stimulated me. She slid her fingers up and found my clit. She nudged it. She stroked and rubbed it, massaging my little bud.

Delight surged through me. I moaned into her mouth. I kissed her harder, loving her hard. Her perfume filled my nose. I felt so drunk on lesbian passion. Pleasure trembled through my body. Her fingers slid down my folds, caressing and teasing me.

I gasped as she thrust a pair of fingers into my cunt.

My snatch clenched down on her digits. I squeezed down hard on her fingers. They pumped in and out of me. They stirred me up. They had me trembling. My legs kicked out before me. It felt so great as her fingers reamed me.

“Pull my pants down with your teeth, slut!” I distantly heard Diane command. It felt so far away from the passion on the couch.

“Yes, Mistress,” Sarai answered.

Out of the corner of my eye, I witnessed the Arab woman’s domination. But I couldn’t focus on it. Not lost to the currents of lesbian rapture tossing me like a piece of debris. Kristina’s tongue and fingers worked both my lips into a frenzy of passion.

She built me towards my orgasm, her fingers plunging so fast into me. Her thumb massaged my clit in circles. I bucked and shuddered as she massaged me. I whimpered into her mouth, my hips wiggling from side to side on the couch, squirming, my toes curling in my shoes.

Kristina was so wild.

So naughty.

“You can do better!” Diane shouted in the background. “Tug my pants down. I want to feel that tongue shoved between my thighs.”

The pleasure swelled and swelled in me. I whimpered, my eyes squeezing shut as I clutched her shoulders. I squeezed her as Kristina drove me towards my orgasm. She rubbed so hard at my clit. Sparks splashed across my growing passion.

“That’s it slut!” Diane moaned. “That’s it! Now my panties! And god help you if you tear them!”

“I won’t, Mistress,” Sarai panted.

Kristina’s fingers curled inside of me. I gasped as I realized what she was doing. She was exploring my depths in their quest to find my G-spot while her thumb ground against my clit. She massaged my bud in slow circles, propelling me farther and farther down the river of my pleasures. A new scent filled my nose: tangy and sweet.

My own pussy.

The exploring fingers finally found what they had been searching for—my G-spot. That wonderful bundle of nerves that sent a raging torrent through my body that swept me to a new level of passion. I was lost in the powerful force of my orgasm as every nerve in my body churned with passion.

I came.

Glorious, amazing, stupendous passion.

I screamed into her mouth. My pussy convulsed about her fingers as they attacked my g-spot. In the background, Diane moaned and gasped with me. I trembled on the couch, my pussy convulsing. Wave after wave of rapture surged through my body. It left me dizzy with ecstasy.

Kristine rubbed harder at my clit. Her fingers plunged in and out of me now. They churned me up, keeping the pleasure bursting through me. The rapture overwhelmed me. Another orgasm surged through me.

I broke the kiss moaning, “Yes, yes, yes!”

I couldn’t do anything else as my pleasure rippled through me over and over. Her thumb pressed so hard into my clit. She leaned into it, keeping my juices gushing. My climaxes spilled one into the other, drowning me in bliss.

It overwhelmed me. My head swayed as darkness washed over my head and…

I drifted into rapture. Ecstasy held me. Such bliss surged through me. Distantly, I heard moaning. Diane gasping, Sarai feasting. It felt so far away as this euphoric warmth cradled me. It hugged me tight.

“That’s it, eat my pussy! Make me cum!”

“Yes, Mistress!”

Mistress…. Did I want that? Did I want to be used and humiliated by Antsy? That thought cut through the bliss. I drifted out of the euphoria. My eyes fluttered open. Light spilled across my world. I groaned and sat up.

Kristina had a self-satisfied look on her face as she sucked on her sticky fingers.

“What happened?” I asked, feeling groggy and amazing.

Kristina’s fingers popped out of her mouth and, looking proud, even smug, answered, “You passed out. I made you cum so hard you completely lost it for a few minutes!”

“Eat my pussy, slave!” Diane moaned. “Ooh, get that tongue into my cunt and make me explode!”

I glanced over to see Sarai’s face buried deep into Diane’s snatch. She feasted with such submission, obeying Diane. The black-haired woman shuddered, her hips swiveling as she ground her cunt across Sarai’s hungry mouth.

Which did I want to be? Slave or Mistress? Part of me wanted Antsy licking between my thighs, eager to please me, but there were definitely times I wanted to be humiliated and dominated by her.

Kristina leaned over. “Now it’s your turn to make me scream.”

“Sure,” I said. I didn’t know what I wanted with Antsy, but with Kristina… I could eat her to a screaming orgasm.

I licking my lips, I slipped to the floor before her. Eagerly, I spread open her thighs, revealing a red thong barely covering her pussy. There was a noticeable wet spot in the center of the fabric molding to her delicious folds. A hunger surged inside of me.

I yanked down her scrap of cloth with a passionate growl, exposing her shaved pussy. I gazed at her vulva, loving how it was swollen with her lust. Her thick pussy lips protruded out, naughty folds begging to be played with.

“Ooh, Via, yes!” Kristina moaned as I ducked my head down and feasted.

My tongue licked and lapped at her tangy folds. I gathered her delicious cream, savoring her flavor. She shuddered above me, her eyes smoldering as I traced my tongue up her left labia to her budding clit.

I flicked it.

She shivered and moaned. Her hands grasped my black hair, streaked with red highlights, and pulled me tight into her pussy. She held me in place with a firm grip, her labia caressing my lips, her juices coating my chin. I stared up at her, loving the naughty look gleaming in her eyes.

“I hear you like to drink piss,” Kristina purred, her grip tightening in my hair. “I hope that’s true.”

Her thighs tensed around my head. Her face contorted. Then she groaned, her features relaxing into bliss moments before her stream of piss splashed into my lips. That acrid flavor burst to life on my tongue. It was so humiliating. So degrading.

My pussy clenched as a wave of heat washed through me.

I clamped my mouth about her urethra and gulped her urine. I swallowed her piss, reveling in the disgusting, bitter drink. My eyes squeezed shut as I shot my hand down to my cunt. I rubbed my burning flesh, stroking my labia and clit.

Only a filthy slut would do this. Someone utterly depraved and filthy. I rigged my pussy so hard, plunging fingers in and out of my cunt with a fervor as more and more of her piss filled my mouth. It overflowed my lips, dribbling down my chin.

I groaned as my orgasm swelled so fast in me, fed as much by the shame of gulping down her piss as my fingers plunging over and over into my cunt.

I whimpered as I drank and drank. I savored every last drop of her urine. My fingers fucked in and out of my pussy faster and faster, driving me towards my screaming orgasm. I was being used as her toilet. I was an object to satisfy her perverse desire.

I submitted to her, let her use me, and enjoyed being humiliated.

I was a freak. A piss drinking freak.

“You dirty slut!” Kristina moaned. “Oh my God, I’ve always wanted to piss in a woman’s mouth!”

I groaned as her stream petered out. The flow slowed to a dribble. Then it was over. Whimpering, on the verge of orgasming, my tongue quested through her folds, searching for any errant drops of piss that clung to her labia.

I had to find more piss, my cunt clenching down on my plunging fingers. Juices dripping down to my wrist, I sucked every fold of her flower into my lips. I wiggled my tongue deep inside her, searching, exploring. The acrid taste gave way to her tangy flavor.

Kristina sighed and panted as her hips began to writhe. She shuddered above me, pleasure cascading across her face. She kept a hold of my hair,guiding my head, moving where my tongue flicked and flicked across her folds.

“Eat my pussy!” she purred. “You dirty, piss drinking whore! I love it!”

“Tasted so good!” I moaned, my body trembling on the verge of my orgasm. I needed just a little more. “I miss it.”

I plunged my tongue deep into her hole. I swirled it around, stimulating her. She gasped and shuddered, her moans mixing with Diane’s in the background. My hips wiggled from side to side as I feasted. As I drove her wild.

I fucked my tongue in and out of her tangy depths. I stirred her around. Her juices flowed. Her body heaved, breasts jiggling beneath her top. She whimpered and arched her back, her eyes widening. Her orange-dyed hair spilled about her face.

“Oh, fuck, pee slut!” she whimpered. “I’m going to cum! Oh, my god! Oh, fucking yes!”

A new flood poured into my lips.

Tangy passion gushed out of her. I opened my mouth wide, gulping it down as she bucked and spasmed. Her hips rose off the couch as her entire body spasmed in pleasure. I drank her cream down as eagerly as her piss

“Via, yes!” she called out as she shuddered.

My fingers plunged deep into my pussy. As she came on my face, my orgasm burst inside of me. My pussy convulsed and spasmed about my plunging fingers. I thrust them in so deep and fast as I fluttered my tongue through Kristina’s folds.

I loved her pussy as the rapture fluttered through me. I groaned and shuddered, Juices running down my thighs while my fingers made such a naughty sound as they plunged in and out of my cunt. My eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure spilled through me.

It peaked and then we both were panting in euphoric bliss. Her fingers slipped from my black tresses. I lifted my face, pussy cream dripping down my chin, mixing with the urine that I didn’t swallow.

“Holy shit, you are one wild slut!” Kristina smiled as her eyes fluttered open. “That was a fucking hot cum.”

“I am,” I admitted. Saying those words galvanized me. I knew what I had to do.

I left Diane and Sarai still playing while Kristina stretched out on the couch almost glowing from the pleasure I gave her. My legs felt rubbery from the pleasure, but I stumbled to the car and drove as fast as I could.

Antsy had a hopeful look on her face when she opened the door and saw me standing on the porch. “I… hello,” she stammered, suddenly shy and nervous. “Um… why don’t you come in?”

“I’ve made my decision,” I told her the moment I was inside. “I don’t want to be your slave.”

Her expression sank. Her entire body appeared to deflate like my words had punctured her and let all the air out of her, a tire going flat beneath the weight of her hopes. Tears brimmed in her hazel eyes. “I… I understand. We can go see my brother, and he can free you.”

“Antsy,” I said and suddenly I was nervous and almost tongue-tied. “Would you…? Would you like to go out to dinner with me?”

“What?” she blinked in stunned surprise. I don’t know if she could look more dazed then if I had snuck behind her and hit her in the head.

“I know this great Japanese steakhouse,” I continued before I lost my nerves. “It’s really good.”

“Are you asking me on a date?” Hope blossomed in her eyes.

“Yeah,” I smiled. “I don’t want to be your slave, but I could be your girlfriend.” She gave me my freedom. I could do anything, but all I wanted was to be with her. To be a kinky slut with her. Together.

Equals.

I don’t know where our relationship would go. Maybe we’d only last the week, maybe we’d spend the rest of our lives together. I didn’t know.

I just wanted to find out how it would all play out.

A smile crept across her face. “Sure. I think I’d like that.” She hesitated, clearly wanting to ask me a question. “Um…”

“Yes, I’ll still drink your piss,” I answered. “I kinda developed a taste for it.”

A flush crept slowly across her cheeks. “No…um…maybe I could…well…drink your piss? And sometimes, maybe you could dominate me.”

A giddy thrill ran through me. “Sure, Antsy. We can switch.” I leaned in and gave her a big kiss on the lips. “Now let’s go, I’m starving.”

“Sure,” she smiled then it was her turn to kiss me. “I think…I love you.”

“You only think?” I asked in a mock, scandalous tone.

“No. I love you, Via.”

To my surprise, I didn’t hesitate to answer, “I love you right back.”

The END of Via’s Tale

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