Chapter 4
The car ride over to the West Avenue warehouse was tense, Danny feeling more than a little anxiety after picking up Taylor and her 'friend'. He had told her that other than keeping this 'Sophia' person quiet, his daughter shouldn't use her ability too much. Driving through the narrow empty streets of the dock district, he couldn't help but look in the rear-view mirror and wonder at the black girl's blank stare.
Ahead of him was his turn, and Danny focused on the road.
Six years ago, he had signed over the lease to this property to one of the senior Association members, one who had almost certainly been accepting money from somebody over the years. How else could the man have afforded it? He had turned the office space in the warehouse into a bachelor pad, and it had served as an unofficial association gathering spot until the man had dropped off the radar one day, only calling Danny and a few others to tell them he intended to spend his retirement 'overseas', but they could use his space all they wanted.
Danny had been using it to hide sensitive paperwork ever since. The intention had been for the men of the Association to use the warehouse loft to cheat on their wives, but he had been using it to cheat on his taxes. On everyone's taxes, at this point.
"You two still ok, back there?"
At a glance, it might have been easy to think the two teenage girls that got into the back of his car, in that alley behind the school, might have been friends. The black girl leaning on his daughter, Taylor whispering in the other girl's ear, at a distance it looked normal. But in the rear-view mirror, Danny could see Sophia's eyes tightly shut, her body tense, Taylor's arm over her shoulder not a friendly hug, but a chain binding her to his daughter's anger.
"Just fine, dad. Say you're fine, you fucking bitch."
The black girl winced at Taylor's tone, "Fine, sir."
The unease that Danny felt wasn't really on behalf of his daughter's tormenter. He had no intention of letting Taylor hurt her, but getting them alone so that his little girl could find out what exactly Emma was thinking, that only seemed fair. How often had those little bitches cornered Taylor, bullied her, mocked her, hurt her over and over?
It wasn't their guest he was worried for. Taylor, and Sophia herself, had assured him that the black girl had the night free. Her mom was a waitress, and worked second shift out by the edge of the city. Emma and her other friends might expect her to text them, but not always. A quiet night wasn't out of the ordinary.
"We're here," Danny said, pulling around into a blind parking spot. From here, the car was invisible from the road, and an interior staircase would lead them up to the loft. Sophia leaned on Taylor, but the more he looked, the more possessive it seemed. His daughter never stopped muttering into the black girl's ear, and he hoped she hadn't confused their guest past where she might still be useful.
Leading them up into the little apartment, it looked the same as the last time he was here. Dusty but neat, all the dishes washed and put away after their last poker game. There were a few boxes of paperwork up here, and many more down on the expansive warehouse floor below, but most of the space was taken up by a big bed in the corner, a tv setup with couches, and a poker table by the kitchenette.
A long creaking grind came from one of the chairs that Taylor dragged to the middle of the television area, parking it in front of the couch.
"Sit," She ordered, and Sophia complied.
"How long is, uh, she going to be like this? Do you know?"
Taylor had on baggy clothes for some reason, and ran a hand through her untidy hair, "If I had left her in the alley, I think in a day she'd be fine, I can feel the effect being diminished as her brain tries to forget." His daughter's voice took on something of a cruel tone, not that he disapproved considering the circumstances.
"It's like her mind is trying to paper over my Flayer with PTSD. As long as I keep talking to her though, it's not working. And the longer this goes, the harder time she's going to have trying to forget it all."
"I'm glad you waited for me," He said, "Or tried to at least. I need to be in the room, just to make sure you don't go too far, ok? But before you get on with it, can I ask something?"
His daughter nodded her head, and Danny turned to the little bitch his daughter had jammed up, "Are you a parahuman?"
The black girl seemed to deflate in on herself even more. She had on very short shorts and a thin top, and sitting in her chair you wouldn't expect that she was capable of the kind of bullshit that Taylor had described, but he had no doubt that his daughter was telling the truth.
"Yes," Sophia said quietly, and Danny heard a gasp of alarm behind him.
"Are you with a gang? Or a Ward?"
"No," She said, her voice getting a little louder, "Emma's dad told me to stop using the kinds of bolts that could get me in trouble. I got picked up, but the PRT had to let me go once he came to get me."
Fucking Alan Barnes. He'd get his, soon enough.
Danny breathed in and out. "So who knows? Your family?"
"Just Emma, and her dad, and now the two of you, I guess."
The black girl wore the meek beaten-down attitude like an ill-fitting coat. If anything, she was just bad at it, like she didn't know how not to be a cocky asshole. Danny turned around to see his own daughter looking less than sure of herself.
"My own power, I think it responds more strongly to people with powers. At least I think so. I got the sense in the car that she might be, but by that point you had already gotten committed. Can you make sure we're safe?"
Taylor took a step forward, and stared at their guest. For all that Sophia's arms and legs were unbound, she seemed helpless in front of Taylor. Finally, his daughter drew her hand back, and slapped the black girl across the face.
"Are you stronger than us? Were you stronger than he was?"
The black girl shook, sinking in her seat, "No!"
Danny gave her a nod, and Taylor took charge.
"What the fuck is Emma's problem? Why can't you just leave me alone?"
Sophia took a moment to respond, "I don't know, she just hates you. She's hated you since I met her."
At his daughter's prompting, their guest told a story that Danny had heard a thousand times, and he cursed Alan Barnes fucking hubris. The asshole had always had a little bit of a mocking tone as he joked about the docks, implying that his old friend had turned into half a gangster. The Barnes family were all for gun-control, all for giving people the benefit of the doubt. The kind of hippy bullshit that got you violently mugged in Brockton Bay.
That Emma got caught up in it, and turned into a bitch, that was a story Danny had heard before too.
His daughter thought it was personal for her. And she looked enraged.
"And you just fucking told her it was ok to do that shit to me? What kind of fucking psychopath are you?"
Danny leaned back, happy to let his daughter get his satisfaction.
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The pink mark still hadn't faded from where she had slapped that fucking bitch.
"You just didn't fight back. It was-" Sophia's face popped as Taylor's palm struck it again. The stinging on the flesh of her hand hurt, but in such a good way.
"Were you going to say 'funny'? Were you? Were you going to say that it was -just so funny- that Taylor cried when we wrecked her mom's flute, or stole her homework, or pushed her down a flight of stairs?" Sophia kept her face turned to the side, and her eyes tightly closed. After a moment, Taylor realized she didn't intend to respond, and reached down to squeeze her tit hard, satisfied to see a reaction of pure anguish on her tormenter's face.
"I asked you a question!"
Sophia whimpered, "Yes! I'm sorry! I'm a hero, I fucking save people, I'm not a bad person."
A dark chuckle from behind her matched her own thoughts on Sophia, and Taylor took it as a sign to keep going.
"Tell me. Tell me what being a hero is like for a cunt like you."
The athletic black took a moment, and explained herself. A small-time rogue, only not a villain in that she at least occasionally intervened in attacks, but like Emma, only when she felt like it. Hoarded cash over the months to buy gear, but didn't even have much use for it past that. An adrenaline junkie, and a bully.
"So you want to be strong, is that it?"
Sophia nodded weakly.
Glancing back at her father, she checked a clock on the wall. They had taken Sophia for just over an hour. They still had plenty of time tonight, to sort her out.
Taylor and her father had talked about 'caping' and what that would entail. There were capes that barely stuck their heads out, Sophia being a prime example. But her dad had plans, plans to bring money back to the docks, and help lift the people like them out of stinking poverty, and drag some good times back from the parasites uptown who had taken them.
But they both seemed to have Master powers, as PHO called them, and here was a resource that could serve so many purposes.
"You feel like a pussy, right? That's why you pick on drunken purse-snatchers and lone gang members. Not any of the big hitters, right?"
Sophia mouthed a weak denial, but couldn't get the words out."
Leaning down, Taylor spoke loud enough for her father to hear, twisting the knife to force Sophia to consider the path her life had taken her down. "You'd do anything to be stronger, wouldn't you?"
She stood up, looking down at this pathetic cunt, and began to pull her hoodie off. Tossing it over a chair, Taylor stripped the stretch pants off her legs, tossing it on top of the baggy top. It left her in a pair of her mom's old running shorts, and a crop top she had found, looking for the hoodie. Her dad breathed in sharply behind her, but Taylor focused on putting a finger under Sophia's chin and lifting her pink cheeked face up and meeting her eyes.
"Look at me. You fucks came in on me in the fucking locker room at gym enough to know I didn't have these tits a week ago. And my ass wasn't this tight. And Sophia, my power is sharper too, I could feel it when I was cutting on you. Is there anything you wouldn't do, to be safe?"
Taylor moved around to kneel behind the chair, looking at her father on the couch. He was staring, not at Sophia, but at her. "Look, he can make you strong, and keep you safe. Isn't it better to be with us? Not aimless, but focused, with people that have a use for you."
"That's not a bad idea," Her dad said, and Taylor resisted the urge to squeal in happiness. "We need a hitter. But can we trust her? Not just to keep her mouth shut, or forget, but to be loyal, and safe to keep around?"
"Tell him. I can feel the shape of it, digging in your mind, but tell him just how badly you need to feel strong."
Sophia twisted in her chair as Taylor leaned in from behind the chair, her hands on Sophia's shoulders digging in, hurting her just to feel the body beneath her wilt. "I'm afraid, constantly afraid. I need to run faster, fly quicker, hide better. I'd do anything if you can make my body stronger, make my power work better."
"Taylor, I don't know about this," Her dad started, but Taylor cut him off.
She reached up to cup Sophia's face, resting her cheek against Sophia's, her flesh still warm from Taylor's slap, "She's not going to be just a pet. She's an employee, a junior member of the Association's new Parahuman Branch. You heard her story, she's just a Brockton Bay failure story, just like us. Not like Emma. C'mon dad, let's keep her."
Across from them on the couch, she could see her father squirming, trying to hide his attraction. She felt so powerful with Sophia helpless against her, and her dad just needed a push to get him to accept the newly reformed girl.
-
"Can't she do something to change your mind?" Taylor asked, one hand under Sophia's chin, the other moving down to squeeze the black girl's breasts again. "Don't you think she needs to be put in her place, so she knows exactly who the big boss is?"
Danny squirmed in his seat, despite trying not to let his daughter's teasing affect him. "I'm not her boss yet, Taylor."
"Godfather. You'll be Godfather, and I like Blackjack."
He did resist the urge to roll his eyes, letting the name resonate in his mind. It wasn't bad, and it carried a weight behind it that he liked. "I don't even know what my power is yet, not exactly."
"Don't you?" Taylor asked, the hand not on Sophia's breast dropped to her midsection, rubbing at her belly just over the top of the black girl's shorts. "You wanted me to be like mom. So I am. And you wanted me to be tough, and I am. But whatever you did is also making my power stronger. Just do the same for her."
Leaning over to speak into Sophia's ear, his daughter's voice was crystal clear, "You want to be a good girl for daddy, right?"
That warm feeling in his chest seemed to surge when Taylor said that, and whatever connection they had through his power felt... complete. All that heat he had put into his daughter came back to him, and he felt it craving a fertile place for Danny to put it in again.
"Yes," Sophia muttered, then her voice trailed off to a moan. Taylor had pulled her legs apart, and had her hand in the black girl's shorts. He felt himself hard enough to hurt, his erection straining against his pants.
"Taylor, I think you need to leave," The thin man said, getting to his feet. If they were claiming this girl, putting her where she belongs, to begin paying off her debt to their family, he might as well enjoy the benefits.
"No, dad," Taylor muttered, thankfully standing up herself, and moving behind him. "I think I should be in the room, right? 'Just to make sure things don't go too far.' Or don't go far enough." There was a playful quality to her voice that sent electricity through his veins.
She moved out of his line of sight, and the father let himself forget for the moment that he wasn't alone in the room with Sophia Hess. Stepping up to stand over her sitting form, he was able to look down at her trembling form. Her shirt was bunched up where Taylor had squeezed her tits, and her shorts were pushed down from his daughter's hand.
He reached down to squeeze her tits through her shirt, smirking at her wince, "Go on. Take it off. Let me see."
Sophia complied, revealing a fat pair of tits on a toned body, her time on the track team leaving her lean and fit. She wasn't wearing a bra, she may have just put a sports bra into her gym bag before she ran into Taylor, and Danny took full advantage. Her tits were soft, the nipples hard and firm against his palm. Sophia had been staring at the ground all night, but now she looked up at him, her eyes flashing with fear and shame and lust. As his fingers manipulated the tender flesh of her breasts, he could see her body turning flush, her skin beginning to perspire.
Her mouth was agape, her tongue visible as she took deep full breaths, and the man took full advantage. Danny took his hand and ran his thumb along her lower lip before pushing it inside. Almost on instinct, Sophia closed her mouth around it, and he felt suction, and the flick of her tongue against the underside of the digit. The girl's lips were soft, and he felt her breath turn labored as she closed off her mouth.
"Good girl. Smart girl." Sophia's big brown eyes were expressive as she fellated his thumb, and Danny used the rest of the fingers on that hand to hold the back of her neck. Slowly, he squeezed, holding her head in his hand, not enough to hurt, but more than enough to get her to widen her eyes in fear. Her hair was soft in his hand as he pressed his fingers into her flesh, but she never stopped sucking.
"If my daughter ever complains about you to me again, I'll break you. As bad as you think it can be, it will be so much worse."
A soft wet sound behind him almost had him turn around, but if he did, Danny would stop. And Danny didn't want to stop.
"If you're a good girl, and you do the things I want you to do, and hurt the people I tell you to, I'll make you as strong as you want." And he could, he felt his power inside him raging, the heat boiling in his chest. Danny unzipped his pants, fishing his cock out, and he let it smack Sophia across the face.
The pressure of his hand on her neck kept it immobile, but her eyes followed the tip as it came to rest in front of her mouth. He pulled his thumb free of her sucking lips, and then released her neck. "Show me that you're worth keeping around."
As he let his hand drop to his side, the black girl sitting in front of him pounced on his cock like her life depended on it. 'Smart girl', Danny thought, like he said. Her mouth was warm and wet, saliva running wild from the preparation with his thumb. He reached down, careful to avoid dislodging his cock from her lips, and tugged on her shorts. Sophia got the hint, and swiftly pulled them and a white pair of panties down to leave her nude, her body on full display. Her nipples looked hard as rocks as her soft titties bounced in time with the bobbing of her head.
He had to admit, she had a body on her. Long legs, ass peeking out either side of her hips, a slim waist and big fat tits to squeeze. Sophia hummed on his rod, her wet mouth suckling on the tip and tongue working overtime on the underside of his shift. Somebody had taken their time with her, or she had some expert coaching in the theory of the act. Danny widened his stance a bit, keeping himself steady, as this two-bit whore tried to suck her life back from the brink.
That heat in him had built to a crescendo, but it still didn't quite feel like it was at full strength. Regardless, he thought about it in his mind. He felt the pulse of light in her core, that winking sparkle that signified her as a parahuman to him. It had a need inside of it, he could feel it, but he could choose how to fill that need.
In almost two years, Danny Hebert had been celibate. The feel of this girl's moist, soft mouth on him meant he wouldn't be able to hold himself back for long, no matter how good it felt. Choosing to lean into the experience, he put both hands on either side of her head, digging his fingers into her hair.
"Fuck!" The thin man got out, as he pulled her head in, his cock pushing into her throat. His nose brushed up against his short hairs as Sophia sputtered, but like a good girl, her hands remained by her sides as she choked on his cock.
Danny poured the heat into her at the moment he came, the image of her in his mind distorting from pleasure. Sophia as a monster, their monster, violent but tame. Beautiful, her pretty face covered in their enemies blood, smiling at him and his daughter like a cat standing over a dead bird. He imagined her big fat black tits straining against a tight uniform, her toned legs bare and spread, letting the men of the Association use his tame Parahuman assassin as a fuck doll.
From her, he felt something different than what he had felt from his daughter. Taylor needed her daddy. Sophia craved a coach, a mentor, someone to approve that little hateful streak in her soul that caused her to want to pin rapists to a wall with a crossbow bolt.
As he looked down at her big staring eyes, Danny felt a grin spread across his face that only felt a little like a snarl. He let the pressure on her neck go as he felt his cock pulse, cum running down the sides of Sophia's twitching cheeks, her body wracked with suppressed coughs as she tried to breathe around his twitching member.
"Tell me I sucked it good," Sophia softly begged breathlessly, "I'll be loyal, I'll do what you want." Her body shook as she got her air back, her throat clear. Her voice was rough, but the need for validation was clear.
"You need practice," Danny said with that same sharp smile, "But we'll get you there."
He felt that seed of energy plant itself deep in her, and behind him, that presence no longer felt like a seed, but like it had sprouted in fullness. He let the rushing blood in his ears continue to drown out any of the other sounds in the room, but for now, he felt content. This little slut belonged to his family now, he had no doubt about it.
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Chapter 5
"So she'll have to go back to school, some school, eventually?"
Next to him, Taylor rolled her eyes, while Danny waited for an answer.
"Of course, Danny. Sometime today, they took attendance at Winslow." The teenage brunette rolled her eyes and scoffed, causing the Association's legal counsel Jan Havelchuck to give her a bit of a look, "That's not them being mean, Taylor, that's the teachers and administration complying with state and federal requirements. If you are absent too much, or in a specific way, they can turn it over to city authorities to come investigate. Neither of you want that, correct?"
Danny Hebert sighed and nodded his head, "No, and I know this isn't your area Jan, so I appreciate you coming in."
"It's fine," His old friend said, "I owe you." Both he and Danny knew that was true in spades, but it paid to be mannerly with people.
Taylor sat up from her slump, looking out of the big windows in the Association meeting room with a frown on her face. "I'm not going back. You know they barely keep track of who is where at that school. I could skip for a whole six weeks and they wouldn't care."
"For what it's worth, you're probably right. But in my world, 'Probably' is a word that can burn your whole house down. Find a solution, and then make it work. That's my advice." They had spent more than an hour this morning first going over Association business, then Danny had addressed Taylor's problem.
"Thanks, Jan. See you next week." The man was a hell of a lawyer, and had a call-girl problem that he was barely keeping under control. Thankfully Jan had a good friend in Danny, who had contacts all up and down the docks to let him know if any cops were spotted running sting operations.
As they all walked out, Taylor followed her father back to his office. It had been two days since they had 'sorted out' the Sophia situation, and neither had talked about it in detail. His little girl hadn't gone back to baggy clothes though, and the physical changes to her body had drawn open looks of admiration from the gin-blossomed lawyer, who probably hadn't seen her in five years. Despite her father being in the room, Jan had glanced over to look at Taylor's low cut shirt about half a dozen times.
Part of Danny had been angry, and part proud. The jealous feeling had been the unexpected sensation.
Once the Association's pet lawyer had time to get down to his car, Taylor turned to him with a curious expression, "So how is that guy going to help us get money?" She stood at the window, turning to watch the man drive away.
Yesterday, Taylor had come to work with him and just read a book all today. Last night, he told her that today, he'd begin her education. "Taylor, what did we talk about? The whole time before your school came up."
"Um, contracts. Work contracts for the Association, by companies needing to hire labor."
"That money spends," Danny said, sitting behind his desk. Taylor sat on a chair across from him, a long light green pair of her mother's cigarette pants on, and a gray sleeveless shirt. "You don't need superpowers to go out and rob somebody. But that money raises questions once you get too much of it, literally. If you deposit too much at a time into a bank, the IRS gets involved. You need a legitimate source."
"The Association is drying up," Danny explained, "Because people used to respect trained labor. Now, lawyers like Jan are sharp enough that businesses like Medhall hire people off the street to unload freight and cargo. If they get hurt, it's on them, and if they damage anything, they don't get paid. Year by year, it's gotten tighter for us."
Taylor put a smile on her face, one Danny knew well. "But not anymore," She said knowingly.
"No. Back in the good old days, before even my time, the docks were where everything in the city came from, and where everything the city made went. I know, for example, that drugs still come into the city by boat, and the Archer's Bridge Merchants pick it up each month. The only reason the cops don't seize it is because they're being paid to look the other way, more than it would probably take by a large margin, since nobody wants to get splattered against a wall by Skidmark. I know that the Asians are shipping girls in and out of the city, for massage parlors, and as ugly as that is," Taylor's face showed her disgust, "There's not a soul in the city that wants to risk the Dragon stepping in and stomping on a police raid."
"Once, we got a cut of all of that action. That's where you and I come in. That thin layer that separates Brockton Bay from the outside world, the shore? That used to be ours. It can be again. Nobody in the city knows the water better than we do. If you want to bring in cargo, you pay us a cut, we make sure it comes in safe and sound at night. Half the maritime cops in the city started out with the Association, and most of them retire back here too."
Danny continued, standing, pointing out the window, "The Red Light district used to be nestled right up against the old Shoreline Drive, it still was up until I was a teenager. None of this massage parlor shit that's basically slavery, back then it was high class girls in well managed places."
"You want us to be pimps?" Taylor said with a disbelieving laugh.
"No, Little Owl, I want us to manage pimps. Right now, it's chaos in the city, and has been for years. The discreet and careful men who ran things in the city all got killed or run off by street level thugs with superpowers. If we can get a foot in the door, and split the difference, there's a chance for you and me to cut a chunk out of this city and call it ours."
His daughter seemed to understand some of it, but still seemed confused, "But wouldn't that money not spend either?"
"Protection rackets are penny shit these days. And look at how the city is cut up. None of it makes sense. You think the ABB is a problem because of how well it's organized? People just don't push the Asians because they don't want Lung to burn down half the city. The Merchant's main shot-caller is a drug addict, and it's a miracle they've held together as long as they have. Smallest fish in a busy pond, I guess."
"The Empire seems pretty solid."
Danny nodded, then shrugged, "In a way. Look, the rank and file that matter are a mix of Outlaw Biker types, and ex-cons. That's the only people you're going to see raise an SS flag on a Tuesday afternoon. You can make a crew out of people like that, but not leadership, not one that wields the kind of power they do in Brockton. Kaiser or something next to him has a powerbase in the city, but even then, they're still doing it wrong."
"They are trying to win," He continued, exasperated, "And that's... I don't know what. Hubris? Stupidity? You can't fight the fucking IRS, not unless you want to go live on some flyspeck island the rest of your life."
"No, Taylor. I'm saying the Association does what it does best. Put boots on the ground, trained and skilled workers, and we get a big fat cut of the profits by terms of the contract."
His little girl smiled, standing up and leaning on Danny's shoulder, joining him in looking out over the shoreline of the city. "It sounds better than Winslow, that's for sure."
-
The rest of the day went by quickly. Her father was clear that this was a plan that could take weeks just to get started, and months to get fully running, so Taylor had lots of free time.
"So, tell me how it went?"
At her feet, Sophia lay naked and smiling, curled up on the floor in their family living room. Her dad had needed to run some errands, so he had dropped Taylor off at home, and so she could check in on her own personal project.
"Emma asked about you," Sophia muttered, her lips pressed against Taylor's bare foot, "Like she did every day since you've been out. Julie said the teachers didn't notice you were gone on Tuesday, but they did today."
Raising her free foot, Taylor lifted it then pushed Sophia onto her back. The tall brunette had on a pair of running shorts and one of her mom's old t-shirts. Since her change, Taylor had been raiding her parent's closet each morning, her old clothes no longer fit. Her breasts strained against the fabric, none of her bras fit her anymore, so her nipples were outlined by the thin material. Idly the lanky brunette rubbed one, looking down at the slut at her feet.
Her toes found and pushed against one of Sophia's tits, the soft brown flesh giving way to her curling toes, her one-time tormenter moaning in a mix of pain of pleasure. It was soft, under her foot, and Taylor pressed hard enough that the chocolate colored flesh turned pink at the edges. It was warm against the sole of her foot, the nipple tickling Taylor as it was pushed back and forth.
"Do you think you get her alone, like we talked about?"
Shifting on the couch, Taylor felt her shorts bunch up as she squirmed, the curvy ass gifted to her not quite contained by her mom's old shorts. The line of pressure cutting into the tops of her legs made the brunette feel confined, but it wasn't time to take them off. Not quite yet.
The black girl had come over in running clothes after track practice, but like a good girl she had taken them off as soon as she came in. Taylor had pushed her to the ground in front of the sofa, and there Sophia had stayed, looking up into her ex-victim's eyes.
"This Friday. She's telling her parents she's sleeping at Madison's, but she's planning on going on patrol with me." Taylor lifted her other foot, and pushed it down against Sophia's throat. Not hard enough to cut off the air, but enough that the tall brunette could sense the bitch's breathing through her airway on the sole of her foot.
A gleam of anticipation had entered Sophia's eyes, and Taylor had no desire to quash it, "Her parent's won't expect her back until Saturday night."
The physical changes thanks to her father's power seemed both more and less obvious on Sophia. Her body remained toned, even more than it had, but her tits and ass had expanded, just like Taylor, the roundness oozing sexuality. The biggest shift was just how Sophia carried herself. No longer purely aggressive, it seemed more like confidence, an easy swagger. But when they were alone with her, Taylor or her dad, the black parahuman seemed to crave attention and approval.
Reaching down with a foot, Taylor moved Sophia to lay on her back in front of the sofa. Kicking her bully's legs apart, she rested her heel on her guest's pussy, feeling the heat and moisture on her foot. She rubbed it roughly, enjoying Sophia's fevered grunting, the sight of her tits rolling on her chest in time with Taylor's 'affections'.
Looking down, Taylor imagined Emma in that position. Not long legged and muscular like Sophia, but her big fat cow tits hanging from her chest, creamy white skin that the boys just seemed to love turning pink as her 'old friend' pinched and slapped her. That red hair that the cunt was so proud of, pulling tight in her father's hand as he railed Emma in front of her parents, hard thrust after hard thrus-
"Oh," Taylor said, looking down at a panting, writhing Sophia. At some point she had gotten a little carried away, and now the black girl was humping her leg, trying to fuck herself with Taylor's foot. She kicked a little to get the slut to back off, and leaned forward on her seat in the sofa, wiping the wetness from her foot off on the black girl's left tit. Her 'guest' looked up pleading, her sopping lower lips engorged from her mistress's foot, Sophia's thighs quivering as she stretched her lower body up, staining to meet the retreating limb. The once-defiant athlete's eyes filled with desperate pleading, but the Master denied her, leaving the girl at her feet shaking with need.
God, what a slut.
"Would you hurt Emma for us, Sophia?"
You could hear a pin drop, in the momentary silence. Around Taylor, her house seemed to be changed, as much as her. They had sent Sophia to get her cash stash, taken from gangsters, and used it to buy a new television, and some new furniture. Nothing fancy, not yet, but a reminder that they were improving the Hebert family situation one day at a time.
"Yes," Sophia moaned, staying still but keeping both her eyes focused on Taylor's long pale leg, "Anything you want."
"Would you hurt anyone we asked you to? Emma's parents? Your mom? Somebody we just want you to fuck with?"
Their vicious little pet bitch nodded again, her tits bouncing, and Taylor leaned back and lifted her ass off the sofa. She peeled her shorts and underwear off, her new backside making that just a bit more challenging than it used to be, the tight waistband pulling hard as it stretched over her ass, her shapely thighs bigger than her mom's had been. The brunettes flesh was sensitive, and she moaned despite herself as she pulled the garment down. Looking back at her 'guest' and sitting again, Sophia's eyes had moved up from her leg to where it ended, at the tuft of brown hair and pink lips between her legs.
"Do you want to make me happy, like you did my dad?"
The eager puppy-dog eyes on the bloodthirsty cape made for an amusing contrast. Sophia nodded, her voice pleading, "Yes, yes, I thought about it all day today."
"Show me." Taylor leaned forward to pull Sophia up on her knees. Sitting on the couch, it put the black girl's chest right in front of the brunette's face. Taking a tit in each hand, Taylor squeezed hard with her new strength. Sophia's tongue shot out of her mouth as her body tensed up, but the tall girl didn't let her go.
"Beg!"
The stream of pathetic entreaties came pouring out of Sophia like a torrent. Taylor didn't spare her the kind of criticism the daughter of an English professor could give, mocking her words, the repetitive phrases, everything she could think of to help put the slut into her place.
Finally, Sophia was left just muttering the word, "Please." Over and over, the red flesh of her tits visible through her black skin, nipples clamped hard in Taylor's hands.
At once, Taylor released her, then threw herself back and put both legs up over Sophia's shoulders. The one-time victimizer had confided that she had never even thought of another girl as attractive, but you can't go to Winslow and overhear a few things. The black girl's soft pink tongue ran up and down the tall brunette's cleft, the rough pebbled skin feeling amazing as it scraped and lapped at her folds.
All the tension and lust that filled Sophia up came pouring out as she lifted Taylor up, her tongue exploring the brunette's sex with a needy aggression. The tall girl lifted her arms over her head, the sudden pleasurable sensation coming from below her waist causing her whole body to twitch. Taylor felt her body heat up, her thighs hot against Sophia's ears, and reached down to run her fingers through Sophia's hair, just like her father had done.
While the slutty black athlete ate her out, Taylor's mind wandered, buoyed by the jolts of sensation coming from the slurping mouth below her. Until she triggered, Taylor hadn't been particularly horny, she had gone onto the internet once with Emma, back before it all went to shit, but it had scarred them both so badly, they hadn't even talked about it after.
And since, well, Taylor hadn't felt good about herself in a long time.
Now though? She was horny all the time. It helped that even before her dad had changed her, Sophia had been hot. Now though? Taylor reached under and felt the hot, swollen left titty of the slut eating her out. The nipple was so fucking hard that it felt like a tic-tac, and Taylor rubbed it in the palm of her hand. Her long pale legs stretched out like a V, contrasting with Sophia's sweating, shaking body, kneeling prone as the bitch worshiped Taylor's pussy.
And it definitely wasn't just girls. Taylor had used the laptop she had Sophia go out and buy, and looked up porn last night. So much to see! Girl on girl, girl on guy, different categories, all sorts of stuff. People in chains, girls tied to beds. Watching those, playing with Sophia in her lap, Taylor had begun to picture Emma's face on those girls, tears running down her cheek as she uselessly begged for mercy. She even learned a new word along with Sophia 'gape', and looked forward to educating her ex-best friend in turn.
Taylor had waited until Sophia had left, and tried to look up a few more kinds of videos, all by herself. Older men. Older men and younger women.
Father and daughter.
She never hit the end of that trail, it just kept going, past where she got tired of fingering herself, tuning out the sound of sex.
Her thighs clamped tight around Sophia's ears as she came, her body twitching as the muscles in her pelvis clenched, aching for cock but settling for the wriggling pink tongue of a bitch trying to pay off her debt.
Taylor looked down and imagined Emma's face where Sophia's was, glazed in girlcum, staring up in adoration and the hope of approval.
Nothing she had seen on the internet would look better than that.
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Chapter 6
"Godfather?"
Only a few feet away, bobbing in time with Danny and Taylor, the gray-haired old policeman let a rare smile break over his face.
Both parties were on boats, the Hebert pair of capes on a borrowed skiff, and Maritime Officer Lieutenant Vickers on his patrol craft. They were meeting in the middle of the night, the bay calm around them, and the night sky clear enough for the moonlight to show just how shitty their thrown-together costumes were.
"And Blackjack," Taylor chimed in, giving her father a wink as he turned, pushing the boundaries of her instructions to say as little as possible.
"Ok," The grizzled old cop said, "Wow. I've read some of the same stuff you have, D-uh, Godfather, so my condolences on whatever tough time you and your associate went through. Usually I get a call like this from you and walk away with a cooler full of fancy steaks. What gives?"
Danny stood in the nicest suit he owned, covered in the dust it had gathered since Annette's funeral. He had bought a cheap plastic mask, ubiquitous at corner stores since the mid-90s, and it matched the one Taylor had on. She was in one of her mother's old party dresses, the bright red fabric lined with flashing sequins not exactly discreet, but they were a mile and a half offshore in the middle of the night. The Association man wasn't worried about being spied on.
"I've been thinking about how things were when I started out. How things must have looked when you signed on, long before that. How much do you think a man earns, paving the way and looking aside when a ship full of good times comes rolling in at the witching hour? Pay kept up with inflation, with Kaiser and Lung on the other side of the table?"
The policeman looked aside out towards the twinkling lights of the city for a moment, before shivering under his heavy waterproof jacket. "Nope. Just had the fucking junkie spit in my face that he was cutting my share again. But that's tough talk Danny, or it would be-" The man cut himself off before gesturing across the narrow water divide, towards the masks that Danny and his daughter wore.
"At least that fuck might be from Brockton." Office Vickers continued angrily, "Lung is a fucking illegal immigrant, not that I got a problem with that, but he runs his people like they're servants, not partners. The Tin Klan might be local, but fuck Danny, they stake people out in the street, out here in the fucking bay sometimes. I fished a hacked up guy out out of the water, and he was white as you and me, they don't discriminate when it comes to fucking around."
The gray-haired man let more genuine anger creep into his voice, and Danny began to get hopeful. "My guys put their lives and their pensions on the line, to make sure deliveries don't turn into open bloodbaths. And it's not paying like it needs to, uh, Godfather. Not by a long shot."
"So let me," Danny said, "Let us. Cut out your men needing to be on-site, and whatever dipshits they have unloading cargo. You ever see one of those bozos drop shit overboard?" At the smile that came back to his old contact, Danny laughed, "You ever see an Association guy break freight?"
The man looked at Taylor consideringly, then shrugged, "Back in my rookie days, nothing came in or out without the Association being at least aware. No girls dead in steel drums in the bay, no crackhouses dotting the city like rotten teeth in a skull. You got what you paid for, with an Association man."
At once, both men spoke in unison, "Until that bone-fucker." Danny held his hand up, safely empty as his old friend gave it a glance, and gave a mock salute along with Vickers, "Long may he rot."
Turning to his daughter, Danny began to explain, "Ten years ago or so, a big shot cape named Marquis moved in, and was the first in Brockton Bay to push in on traditional uh, 'less-than-legal' business. Before him, they just worked as supercharged muscle."
"If your dad or I had seen it in person, we wouldn't be here alive," The man on the other boat called out, "But as the story goes, Marquis showed up to a big sit down, alone, just by himself. And people were going to cut him in, at least give him a good percentage. But no. Boney fuck kills one of the bosses, then goes on to just stand there laughing as people tried to shoot him, spurs of bone jumping in front of the shots. He killed sixty-two men, and every bent man in town with two brain cells fucking retired or moved.
"What's that say about us?" Danny asked, ruefully.
Taylor seemed shaken in the moonlight, "Being bulletproof has its perks I guess."
"Some capes go down easy," The maritime officer said, tapping the pistol on his belt, "Other capes only go down to capes. Even Boney."
"That's what we've been missing then," He suggested, standing straight, Taylor matching his confident stance, "A mix. Capes for cape stuff, but running things smart."
"Not to be cliché, Godfather, but what's the ask?"
"I pay you 20% of what you get now, but your boys stay home. You introduce me to your contact, we take over intake. Escort into the city, unload, provide security. All you do is give us cover and a heads up on sea patrols."
"You think you can get the gangs to agree to that?"
"An honest-to-goodness wiseguy? No way. But this mask," Danny said, tapping it, "Makes me a member of the Fraternal Order of Assholes. What Johnny Goomba would see as a deal too good to be true, a cape just needs to see a little blood get shed to feel like they got into a scrap. You know any of our local ones who care to follow up on the details?"
The man sighed, "Empire does, most times."
"That's long term," Taylor said, her mask covering the top part of her face, but not hiding her confidence, "But we have ideas."
"And you two, uh, you're the type that can give it and take it too, in the blood-shed department?"
They weren't, but Danny wouldn't hesitate to throw 'Shadow Stalker' into the grinder. "Not a problem, Vickers." The man seemed mollified.
"I know you," Vickers stated plainly, "And I know where you come from. Hell, we're not close, but I could probably guess your favorite bar, deli, bakery, and diner. That counts for a lot. I'll think it over, and take it back to my people, but it would be nice to get some sanity back into the city."
The policeman started up the motor, and took his little vessel back towards the city. Danny sat down and ran his fingers through the cold Atlantic water, feeling the ocean brush against him. Taylor sat across from him, taking off her own mask and grinning up at the big bright moon. It cast half her face in shadow, only the corners of her smiling lips visible.
"Our first night out as capes!"
"Does it count?" Danny asked, smiling back at her, "I thought we had to go pick a fight with Kaiser for us to be 'Real Capes'."
His daughter made a face, and he felt so proud at that moment. He was teaching his little girl discretion. "I'm not looking to get hurt, dad. No big fights for me, not unless I have Sophia, and anybody else we want to recruit in front of me."
'Recruit?' He thought, 'That's a delicate way of putting it.' A lifetime of manual labor in a dangerous environment had burned any sense of coddling out of Danny Hebert. Some people were just too dumb to live, or close to it, and if you had to tape instructions to the front of their shirt, you just did what you had to. Sophia Hess had been a mad dog before he found her. Now she was on a positive trajectory.
And speaking of her 'Recruitment', he felt just a bit stronger too, since that night he put his Seed into Sophia. Like Taylor, as the bond between them grew, so did whatever power he had within himself. It made him hungry, deep in his soul, aching for someone else to bring in, to have Taylor Flay, to lay under him. Sophia had taken his power into her while blowing him, and Danny seemed to lose himself thinking about what it might feel like burying his power into a young girl, just as he buried himself into her soft body.
"Dad," Taylor said quietly, the tips of her fingers brushing his pants, "Tonight. Later. We're taking Emma, and she's spending all day Saturday with us. We can both have all the fun we want to."
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"Ugh, Madison tried to tag along again, can you even imagine?"
Flexing her arm holding the bag with her costume in it, Sophia admired the muscle definition in her extended limb. People had noticed, and while it might seem strange for Taylor – Sophia's mind filled with the ecstatic memory of kneeling in front of Blackjack's feet – for an athlete like her people just thought she might be cutting weight.
"Earth to Sophia, geez, I'm talking."
Looking over, she put a mask on her face, an apologetic smile that a more observant person would notice was missing its typical edge. "Sorry, just thinking about how tonight's going to go."
Emma was in dark sweats, a far cry from the fashionable and flattering clothes she typically wore to school. Her tits, a source of nonstop fascination for the boys at school, pushed against the stretchy dark fabric. Even Sophia had to admit, she had the face of angel, but damn, the parahuman girl had never met anyone as petty as her redheaded friend. Thinking about what Taylor had in store for her old friend, the black girl felt her toes curl.
Around them, the city still rumbled, traffic audible in the distance and faint voices echoed off the alley walls. They typically walked into a bad neighborhood, and then Sophia would change, taking to the rooftops to stalk her prey. If she found a likely target, she'd find Emma, following behind her, so the redhead could watch the carnage.
If she couldn't find a mugger, the athletic girl would chase down anyone in gang colors.
Absent that, anyone walking alone. She just told Emma they were gang-members, it's not like that prim, upper-middle class girl would be able to tell.
Tonight though, there was something else going on. Something wonderful. Sophia felt that flutter in her belly that she now felt whenever she thought about the Heberts. It boiled into a fire when she had served Mr. Hebert, and Taylor too. But it hadn't just been the... sex stuff, that had excited her. The same night that Danny had helped make her stronger, she had taken both father and daughter out to display her abilities before they took her home.
It felt so fucking fun, showing off for people that would appreciate it. The more she showed off, the happier Danny had gotten. He even suggested a few things that Sophia hadn't thought about, like leaving things behind when she phased. They were going to try to see if she could light a firecracker, then phase and leave it behind in a watermelon, but that would come after tonight.
Her coach at school was ok, but she felt a burning need to impress Mr. Hebert that ached like nothing Sophia had ever felt.
"Anyway," Her quarry nattered, "Madison at least waited to beg until it was just me and her. She knows you and I have a special relationship, and with Taylor not around, Madison isn't exactly safe from being called out. I mean, did you ever see her hair today? Gross, people know we're friends with her."
If Madison Clement had showed up to school today in a buzzcut, Sophia wouldn't have noticed. Everything had always been a little... faded, to her, but now the universe only had two things that mattered, only two real people that existed. And both father and daughter wanted one thing tonight. Emma, served up on a platter.
Around them, the gray walls of an alley bound their conversations, echoes of sirens and car horns faint as the concrete valley walls around them shrank the city to a narrow canyon, holding only the two of them. It was always faintly intimate, before she took to the rooftops, a clubhouse under an open sky, just for the both of them.
"I know, right?" That usually served as a kind of verbal pat on the back for the redhead. The truth was, Sophia had been intimidated by Emma, she could admit that now. Beautiful, white, rich, she had advantages that even a pretty-enough athletic black girl could never know. Pairing up with a stone-cold bitch like Emma had been a smart move at the time, and that she was a 'Survivor' didn't hurt. Brockton Bay could be a dangerous place. Emma had proved she could take a hit and keep going.
In fact, Sophia was really looking forward to seeing what it would take for Mr. Hebert and Taylor to bring their family friend to a state they were happy with. She was pretty sure Emma would make it out alive, but not certain.
"Hold on, let me change." Typically, the parahuman girl would find a corner to change behind, but tonight she began to strip down. You learned how to look out of the corner of your eye, hopping from rooftop to rooftop, and she kept an eye on the attractive curvy redhead. She had been practicing this for Danny and Taylor's benefit, and knew just how to stretch as she pulled off her running shorts to highlight the curve of her ass. Sophia ran her fingers down her things, bending at th waist all the way down, peeking at her redheaded companion when she reached the bottom and stepped out of the garment.
Standing up, the black girl made a show of tugging her shirt up, causing her tits to bounce until slowly the fabric pulled against them and they fell free, one, then the other. Dark chocolate nipples crinkled in the cool city air as Sophia put her street clothes away, and dressed in her true identity. Once she was finished, it was Shadow Stalker that stood up in the alley, proud and tall, ready for what came next.
The other girl looked flummoxed. Out of her comfort zone. Uneasy.
Perfect.
Zipping up the now straining costume past her plump ass and newly enhanced chest, Sophia put on her mask, and holstered the crossbow. She'd typically string it when she had her first target in sight, but tonight it wasn't going to be anyone's weapon of choice.
"I hope it's the ABB tonight," Emma said, balling her fists.
Sophia only smirked, and then leapt into a phase that would carry her up to the roof.
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As Sophia jumped up, Emma moved to hug the wall of the alley. They'd head down 8th Street, over by the train tracks, then go up near Archer's Bridge. Despite the name, the ghetto under the north side of the big bridge was cleaned out recently, so it wasn't as target rich of an environment as it had been a year ago.
Clattering footsteps faded, and Emma moved, darting from cover to cover. Coming to a street crossing, she waited until she saw a blur pass over the street, Sophia's phased form.
Her own red hair was tucked into a beanie, and with the dark clothes she was wearing, Emma looked both ways before crossing, knowing that at this time of night, a car wouldn't see her running over the roadway. She made it to the matching alley entrance, and followed the clatter of faint footsteps down, turning a corner before the sound abruptly stopped.
"S-Shadow Stalker?" Emma called out, softly. Typically they stayed within earshot of each other. "Are you there?"
The city wasn't silent, but the only sound she was searching for was absent. She was alone.
"If you can hear me, double back." Was Sophia fucking with her? Having a prowling parahuman literally overhead made Emma feel invincible, but suddenly she was very aware of how alone she was. No phone, her father had plenty to say about police using cell phones to track people. The closest bus stop that would get her close to home was four blocks away. "Are you out ther-"
Sophia came crashing down, the murky mass of her phased form turning at the last second into her friend's body, knees bent as the bad-ass heroine got her balance back.
"Did you find some-"
Emma was cut off again, staring at Sophia's cocked head as a hand came over the redhead's mouth. For a split second she froze as her mind began to catch up, and before she could dart away, an arm came from the side, trapping her in the grip of someone.
"Oops," Sophia said from behind her full-face mask, a hint of amusement in her voice.
Hot air covered her ear as she struggled, screams muffled as she shouted into the hand, "You can't fear what's already happening."
The statement rattled her to her core, the realization that this was it. The nightmare was happening again, for real, and Sophia was in on it. All that emotion from the night she was attacked bore down on her like a weight. All Emma could think was, 'Let it happen, let it happen,' but would it? Her struggles got weaker almost immediately, and she slumped in the arms of the man carrying her. Feeling the betrayal like a kick to the chest, that bitch Sophia watched as Emma was tossed into a trunk, a man in a business suit and cheap mask closing the door on her. As the dark fell, hope left her like a candle being snuffed.
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"It's Christmas and my birthday, times a thousand."
In the same loft where they had initially brought Sophia, Emma was tied to a chair, a gag, blindfold, and their sound-dampening ear muffs all clamped over her head. Sophia was in the back corner, sitting on a different seat like a good girl and waiting to be called on, while Danny stood next to his daughter, staring at the nude girl in front of them.
"I've known the Barnes a long time, kiddo. You've been a little hesitant to get into detail about what you want to do, but now's the time."
Taylor had set Emma down in the chair facing the wall, only a few feet away, moving everything else in her line of sight to the side. She was standing behind that fucking red-headed bitch, and rested her hand gently on her ex-best friend's shoulder. Emma twitched, and Taylor beamed up at her dad.
"Don't worry. She used to be my best friend. I won't do anything permanent, plus, we need her intact enough to get money out of her parents."
She had explained that part of the plan to her father earlier, on the drive to the loft. According to Sophia, Emma's father Alan had sold some property the year before, moving some funds around to pay for Anne Barnes college. That money would be perfect as seed cash for getting the Association's cape division up off the ground. All it would take is burning Sophia as a trusted source for Alan Barnes, but the man hadn't even told his wife about his daughter's run-in with the ABB, much less about the rogue cape he had let into his daughter's life.
Sophia would spin him a tale about how the Asian gang got the drop on them, and grabbed Emma. Too bad, so sad. If you keep paying them, they might leave her intact enough to recognize, at least.
It wouldn't have been a cape that grabbed her, just rank and file footsoldiers. Not big enough to concern the Protectorate, and no city cop wanted to go knocking on doors and have Oni-Lee come to meet them. Another lost girl in a big unforgiving city.
At least for a while. Her dad had plans for Alan, once they settled his daughter good and proper. His wife too, even if his anger towards Zoe ran colder.
Taylor stepped up, and pulled the right muff away from Emma's ear. The skank shouted into her gag, but the tall girl's voice was bright and clear, "You can't even pretend to think your father will save you." She turned to wink at her own dad as Emma's shouts tapered to whimpers of fear.
"Do you want to help yourself?" The tension that existed between the two of them was almost visible, like a string pulled taught, vibrating in the air. Danny Hebert was her dad, and while she thought of him as the best person in her life, he was still only mortal. Emma was beautiful, even with all the changes that he had given to Taylor and Sophia, the pale body on display before them was pure sex, bare skin pink and pebbled in the cool air.
Curvy breasts, aching to be touched. Taylor made eye contact with the thin man next to her, and reached down to cup one, squeezing it, feeling the soft flesh roll as she let her fingers explore. The brunette stepped in front of Emma, moving in and kicking her bare legs apart, exposing the tuft of red hair between her ex-best friend's legs. Bending over, the bespectacled girl pinched Emma's thighs hard enough to leave a bright red mark from her fingernails, then hooked a finger under the muffs again to speak into the redhead's ear.
"You'd do anything to survive, right survivor?"
As Taylor moved to pivot around the whimpering girl, her father moved too, until Taylor was standing behind Emma in her chair, and Danny was in front. The leggy girl snapped her fingers, holding out her hand, and a moment later Sophia was there, kneeling by her side. As her dad unzipped his pants, she ran her fingers through the black parahuman girl's long hair, then pulled her forward to rest in front of the standing girl's body.
Sophia looked up, expectant but not insistent, like a player on the sidelines aching to put be in. She sat on her heels, arms at her side, pushing her already plump tits out, nipples aimed like high beams at Taylor's father across the room.
In front of her, her dad pressed his cock up against Emma's lips, and the broken girl seemed to jolt in her chair, before opening her mouth and letting him in. This time, Taylor could see it in full, all the details, all the joy in her father's face as the hot wet sucking mouth closed around him. Below her own waist, Sophia had pulled down her shorts, and with no panties in the way, the black girl's tongue found its way inside her.
It felt electric, looking down at the once defiant girl, turned now to face Taylor and away from the scene unfolding on the other side of the room. A cool wet swipe soon turned warm as Sophia's lips sealed themselves against Taylor's body, the wriggling tongue throwing jolts of sensation through the brunette's body. The leggy girl kept one hand on Sophia's head, gently directly the enthusiastic athlete, and the other found her own tits, pulling and pinching at her nipples. Slowly, she lifted her shirt, daring her father to look, hoping he'd indulge himself as much a he wanted.
The Hebert's each had a slutty little ex-bully at their feet, both at their mercy for as long they wanted. Taylor made eye contact with her father, his eyes wandering over his daughter's exposed lower body before settling on her face. They didn't speak, but only smiled at each other, a warm feeling of triumph shared between them as their bodies sang with pleasure.
'Satisfaction', Taylor thought, 'Is worth the wait.'
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