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Help! (1/3?) (TG, FF)

A sequel to Nymphomania

By Ed Miller

As usual, this is a story containing graphic sexual content.  If you
are not legally allowed to view such a story, don't download it, read
it, touch it, lick it, eat it, burn it, use it for toilet paper, or
even stand near it.

If you do read it, send any comments to: zxcvbnm21@hotmail.com

I should warn you, ladycyrrh labeled another of my stories "a
fuckfest, but more literate than most."  That is, of course, exactly
what I was aiming for: a fuckfest.  Literary worth belongs in
literature.  What you're reading now is smut.  Be forewarned.

Oh, and in case you were wondering, this story is fictitious.  All the
characters in situations in it are fictitious.  It's not true.
Really.

	Help!  Somebody, if you're reading this, you've got to help
me!

	Wait a second...I need to explain.  I've got some time before
she comes back, I can start from the beginning.  Or near enough, at
least.

	My name is Chris Taylor.  A while back, nearly a year
actually, I wrote something.  It was kind of like a story, but it was
true.  Basically, it was something that had happened to me.

	I'm digressing again.  Let me give you a synopsis: on my first
day of college, I was kidnapped.  I woke up, and I was a girl.
Really.  I know it sounds like bullshit, like some of the other
stories you read on newsgroups, but it's true.  I didn't know who did
it; I woke up in my own dorm room, with no clues.

	This might seem bad enough, but it wasn't the only thing that
had been done to me.  I was horny.  I mean really, uncontrollably
horny.  And each time I had an orgasm, it made me even hornier.  When
I met my roommate, a good-looking blonde girl named Tiffany who was
bisexual (a bit too convenient to be coincidental, eh?) she kept me
somewhat satisfied, but the dorm rooms are separated into suites, and
when I ran into my suite-mates, all hell broke loose.

	Co-ed dorm.  Sounds like a fine idea, right?  Not in my case.
I don't know what was done to me, or how, but apart from my sex drive
being jacked up into the stratosphere, it was strongly oriented
towards men.  In fact, it was more specific than that.  It was
strongly oriented towards cum.  Believe it or not (and I doubt you
believe it) I was ADDICTED to cum.

	Pretty bad, right?  Picture it: there I was, actually a guy
but trapped in a woman's body, and my body needed cum so badly that I
couldn't stop myself from having sex.  With men.  Believe me, I tried.

	That's not all of it, either.  I don't understand this part at
all, but each time I came into contact with cum, my tits got bigger.
It was bad enough just to say the phrase "my tits" without them
ballooning up all the time.  And I do mean ALL the time.  I couldn't
stop.  Each load of cum I got in me, or on me, made my tits grow, but
it also made me hornier.  One thing led to another, and to make a long
story short, within less than a week, I had gone from an A-cup to
breasts so large they needed a custom-made bra, and it was labeled an
O-cup.  These things were gigantic.  I mean bigger than basketballs.
Remember those things you used to sit on and bounce around on when you
were a little kid?  The big red rubber things?  They were bigger than
that.

	Like I said, I don't understand it at all.  As I understand
it, that couldn't have happened.  Mass must be conserved, or so I
thought; you can't just gain more without it coming from somewhere.
But I'm not the crazy genius who thought this stuff up.  Tiffany says
that the mass didn't really change, it was just that the molecules
were arranged differently.  I don't understand that either, but that
doesn't surprise me.

	 Oh yeah, Tiffany...she's the point of this whole thing.  She
was behind it all, posing as my roommate to keep an eye on me.  I
eventually figured it out, and I doused her with another one of her
little concoctions.  Basically, it made her fall in love with me.
Well, the technical way she explained it was that it "imprinted the
recipient with the facial features of the first person viewed after
the drug is administered, and stimulated the pleasure centers of the
brain each time that exact stimulus is repeated," but the long and the
short of it was that it was a love potion.  She changed me back to a
man, and that was the end of it.

	I wrote all of that down before and posted it kind of to brag.
I mean, this was weird shit, but I ended up alright from it.  Part of
the side effects of the changes was that when I changed back, I was
taller and (even better) my dick was huge.  A full twelve inches.  I
kind of wanted to tell someone about the whole crazy deal, but whom
could I tell?  So I wrote it up and posted it to the newsgroup.  I
figured nobody would ever think it was true, they'd think it was just
another whacked-out story.  I was kind of right.

	Now, let me go on to my problem.  I need help, and I need it
quick.  I'm posting this story to the newsgroup because it's the only
line of communication I can use.  It's a dirty trick on Tiff's part,
because she'll only let me access the moderated newsgroup.  If this
was the regular one, I'd just post "HELP!" and be done with it, but to
get this past the moderator, I'm going to have to go into detail on
bits that I'd rather leave out.  I'm going to have to tell you about
the sex.

	You see, I've been living with Tiffany since all that shit
happened.  It seemed the best thing for me to do.  I've had a willing
(VERY willing) sex slave as well as a mad scientist to help with the
classwork.  A hell of a deal, and we've been rooming together since.
We've switched rooms, and suitemates.  I didn't mind getting other
suitemates; it's kind of uncomfortable seeing a guy that you fucked as
a girl, even if he doesn't know you're the same person.  However,
we've stayed roommates.

	So it was a bit of a surprise to me when I felt a pinprick in
my side while I was walking to class.  I had just about enough time to
realize that that was how it started before, and then I blacked out.
Again.  Just like before.

	I woke up, naked, in a room.  I was tied down to the table I
was on, which was the only piece of furniture there.  Everything was
the same as before except for two things.  And I mean EVERYTHING was
the same as before.  I could feel a slight weight on my chest, and I
knew that I had breasts.  And I also knew that if I could reach down
between my legs, I would feel a pussy.

	"Oh, shit."

Like I said, two things were different.  The first was that I knew
where I was.  The second was that I wasn't alone.  I woke up staring
up into Tiffany's face.  Under other circumstances that would be nice;
she really is a beautiful girl.  In this case, however, it wasn't a
good sign.

"Good, you're awake," I heard her say.

"What happened?" I asked.  I was flabbergasted.  She shouldn't have
been able to do this.

"What happened?  I turned you into a girl again," she said with a smug
smile.  "That should be obvious, Chris.  What you're really wondering,
I think, is how I could do it.  Right?"  My silence was answer enough.
"Well," she continued, "it seems you're not as smart as you think you
are.  The drug you administered to me would have worked; in fact it
did work.  Perfectly.  But it was based on a visual stimuli, and do
you know what?"

I suddenly understood.  She could see the understanding dawn on my
face, but she went on, to torture me with the details.

"Exactly," she said.  "I see you understand now.  You CAN find the
answers, if you're led by the nose.  The drug forced me to react to a
visual stimulus, your face.  But when you administered it, you were a
woman.  Your face changed when I turned you back into a man, and to
tell the truth, that one does nothing for me."  She grinned
devilishly.  "I always did prefer girls, Chris."

She paused for a moment to let that sink in.  As I thought about it,
something occurred to me.  She must have seen hope bloom on my face,
because she laughed.

"No, Chris, I'm not that stupid.  You're a girl again, and quite
pretty, but you don't look anything like you did before.  I'm not
going to get stuck in that same trap again.  Now sit there for a
while.  Don't worry, I'll untie you and let you go eventually.  After
all, I can't give you what you need.  And you know you need it, don't
you?  You need it again."

I knew what she was talking about.  As she spoke, images leapt to my
mind.  I saw huge cocks, thrusting into my pussy, my mouth, my ass...I
could almost feel them, feel the cum that they were spurting out onto
me.  My mouth watered.  I could feel my pussy getting wet and my
nipples getting hard.  I heard Tiffany walking out of the room behind
me, where I couldn't see.  She was right.  I needed it.

I had no idea what would happen next.  With Tiffany, you can never
really be sure.  I just laid there for a moment as I heard Tiffany
shut a door behind her.  I didn't struggle against my restraints; I
knew they'd be unbreakable and in any case, I knew I wouldn't be
nearly as strong now that Tiffany had changed me into a woman again.

It turns out I didn't need to bother.  A few seconds after I heard the
door clang shut, I was released and my restraints retracted back into
the table.  I sat up, rubbing my wrists, and began to take stock of
the situation.

In the dim light, I examined the room.  Featureless is the only way to
describe it.  I couldn't even find the door that Tiffany had exited
through.  The only thing in the room was the table I was dangling my
legs from.  It, like the walls, appeared to be metal but wasn't cold.

Actually, that's not quite true.  There was something else in the
room.  Me.  I jumped down from the table and began to take stock of
myself.

No doubt about it, I was a girl again.  With quite a girlish figure,
in fact.  Just like before, my body was recognizably female, but not
too curvy and with small, but definitely present, breasts.  My pussy
hair and the hair hanging to either side of my face were blonde.  I
didn't have a mirror, so I couldn't examine my face itself, but I
figured Tiffany would probable arrange that soon enough.  She knew how
uncomfortable it would be for me.

Since there was nothing more to be learned, I jumped back up onto the
table.  Judging from the fact that I had to jump, I guessed that I was
now around five feet tall.  Settling back onto the table, I suddenly
realized that I was sitting in the middle of a puddle of pussy juice.

Of course Tiffany had had to allude to sex before she left.  My sex
drive was once again jacked up way past any normal level; she knew
that once she got it started, my imagination would take over and run
away with me.  And she was right.  While I was taking stock of my
situation, wondering how the hell I was going to get out of this one,
in the back of my mind images were constantly running.  Images of
naked bodies, mine and other people's, both men and women, twisting
and writhing in sex.

I spread my legs, lying back on the hard table.  I didn't really even
try to resist; I knew it was futile.  My right hand traced it's way
down from my neck to my breasts.  With both hands, I started to
massage them.  My nipples hardened against my palms, and I rubbed my
hands against them, lightly, just teasing them.  I grasped my tits in
both hands and started to tug on them, lightly, and then harder, until
I started to moan uncontrollably from my arousal.  Leaving my left
hand stroking my breasts, I moved my right down past them.

I trailed my hand along my belly, taking my time.  It wasn't like I
had anywhere in particular to be.  When I reached my crotch, I petted
at the small patch of pubic hair for a moment, just rubbing the
outside on top of my pussy.  The hair was wet and matted against my
mound.  My pussy juice had been flowing so freely that I was wet all
over my crotch, as well as down my thighs nearly halfway to my knees.
Trusting that I was lubricated enough, I slid my finger downward to my
slit.

Touching myself there sent a shiver through my entire body.  This was
a sensation I hadn't felt in nearly a year, and my whole body tensed
up.  For a moment I thought I was going to cum on the spot.  Slowly,
however, my body relaxed.  I didn't move my finger at all, just left
it there touching my cunt lips, until I was sure I could continue.
Then I started forth in earnest.

	Spreading my legs even wider, and feeling my pussy lips pull
open wider as a result, I started to move my finger back and forth in
my pussy.  I didn't insert it at first, I just drew it up and down
along my soaking wet slit.  I was moaning louder now, and my left hand
was tugging harder at my breasts.  I was beginning to lose control; my
hands were starting to work me over of their own accord.

	I couldn't stand it any more.  I needed to feel something in
my cunt.  Spreading my legs wider yet, I plunged my middle finger up
into myself.  It felt strange after so long to feel something actually
INSIDE of me, but it felt so good at the same time.  I pushed the
finger up into my pussy, trying to get it as far in as possible.  The
palm of my hand was right up against my clit, which was engorged with
blood and standing out firmly from it's little hood, and that felt
amazing as well.  My hips were thrusting up against my hand, pushing
my finger further up into me and rubbing my clit up against my palm.
I was yelling out loud from the pleasure, and my left hand was
pinching and pulling on my nipples so hard that they hurt, but I
couldn't stop.

	I kept going, rubbing my crotch and my tits frantically,
desperate to cum.  I rolled over onto my stomach, feeling my breasts
squashed under my weight.  I continued to cup and massage the left one
with my left hand while my right worked busily at my pussy.  My hand
was caught between my pussy and the table, and I ground myself down
onto it, trying to get my finger further into me.  My whole body was
moving back and forth, my hips thrusting, rubbing my pussy against my
hand.  I was fucking myself against the table.

	As I kept going, I could feel my ass rising up into the air.
My face and tits stayed glued to the table, but with my hand still
finger-fucking my pussy, I slowly worked my way up to my knees.  I
could feel my ass sticking up into the air, still moving back and
forth and thrusting towards my hand.  I could feel the cool air up
against my ass cheeks, all wet as they were from my exertions.
Wagging my ass back and forth, and moaning and squealing with
pleasure, I began to cum.

	As my orgasm built, I worked my hands faster on my pussy and
tit.  I was pressing my breast up against me, HARD, and my hand was
thrusting my finger in and out of my pussy as fast as it could move.
The orgasm grew and grew, enveloping my whole body.  I could hear
myself screaming in ecstasy, but it was like it was someone else.
Finally, I began to come down from the climax.

	Had I still been a man, that orgasm would have knocked me
flat.  But, as a woman, and as horny as I was, I didn't even stop.
The only thing I changed was to take my left hand from it's position
at my tit and run it back over my ass, trailing the tip of my middle
finger along the crack of my ass until I reached my asshole.  Already
well lubed, my ass put up no resistance when I slowly inserted a
finger up my back door.

	I could feel both my fingers, invading into my body at front
and back.  I felt twice as full, and twice as good, as I had before.
The only problem was that I couldn't get them far enough in.  I wanted
more.  I knew what I wanted.  I wanted a cock.  I wanted two cocks,
fucking me furiously in my pussy and ass.

	I didn't hear when Tiffany walked into the room; I was too
busy moaning with my fingers up my ass and my cunt.  I'm sure I must
have been quite a sight, face down on the table and double-fucking
myself, with my ass wiggling back and forth in the air as I neared
another orgasm.  Just as I was about to cum again, Tiffany spoke.

	"Enjoying yourself, I see," she said.

	I rolled over onto my back, startled to hear another voice.
With my fingers still buried in my pussy and asshole, I looked between
my spread legs, straight at Tiffany.  She was standing, just inside
the doorway, stark naked.

	"Fuck you," I said, or at least tried to say.  What came out
was a slow, throaty "Oh, yes..." in more of a bedroom voice than I
think I could have managed if I tried.  My eyes widened in
astonishment.

	"Well," Tiffany continued, "I think now your experiencing the
other effects of what we've done to you.  Surely you didn't think I
did this to you JUST for revenge?  Why do you think I waited so long?
I needed to have something to test on you."

	My eyes widened even more, in sudden understanding.  I
couldn't say anything, but Tiffany answered the unvoiced question.

	"What did I do to you?" she smirked.  "I tested a serum that
makes you VERY susceptible to suggestion.  You might say I hypnotized
you.  From now on, you can act like yourself ONLY when you're alone.
Whenever anyone else is present, you'll be exactly what you tried to
make me into: a willing fuck slave.  Watch, I'll show you."  She
walked over to the table, hopping onto the end of it more easily than
I had.  After all, she was taller now.

	"Lick me," she said, spreading her legs.  I tried to stop, but
my body moved of it's own accord.  I crawled across the table, slowly
and arching my back so that my ass would stick out as much as
possible.  When I got to her side, I dipped my head down between her
thighs and started to lick her pussy.

	Tiffany's pussy was hairless, as a result of one of her
concoctions.  The same drug had inflated her breasts to a G-cup, so
large that she had to buy custom-made bras.  As I tongued her clit, I
rolled up my eyes to see her playing with her gigantic melons, and
looking down at me from between them.  She was smiling.

	I focused my attention back onto her pussy.  I licked it back
and forth, stroking my tongue across the entire length of her naked
slit.  She wasn't as wet as I was, but with the tongue-lashing I was
giving her, it didn't take her long to catch up.  As she got hornier,
I could feel her clit hardening and jutting out against my tongue.  I
concentrated my licking there.

	Meanwhile, both my hands were quite busily at work on myself.
I could feel them, still inside me, front and back.  My ass had
dropped back down so that I was lying flat on the table, but that gave
me more resistance to push against.  My uncontrollable pelvic
thrusting was pushing my hard clit against my hand, and my finger
further into my pussy.  The finger fucking my ass was feeling pretty
good as well.  I ground my warm crotch up against the cool, unyielding
table.  My nipples, rock hard little points, were rubbing up against
the smooth surface of the table as well.  I could feel another orgasm
coming on, and as it hit me, I redoubled my efforts on Tiffany's clit.

	She started to cum at the same time I did, her pussy juice
soaking my entire fact.  She grabbed me by the back of the head and
ground my face into her bald pussy, rubbing it back and forth and
scissoring my head between her thighs as she moaned in orgasm.  My own
orgasm was every bit as good.  I was cramming my fingers up my cunt
and ass to try and prolong the sensation.

	When Tiffany's orgasm began to subside, she slid her ass back
away from me, across the table.  I followed, stretching out my tongue
to try and get more pussy juice, but she stopped me.  Putting her
hands on my shoulders to hold my face away from her cunt, she said,
"No."

	"But I NEED it," I whined.

	Tiffany smirked.  "I'd stop you from begging for it, but I bet
that humiliates you to no end.  Beg all you want, but follow me."

	She got up and walked out of the room.  I followed, still
naked and pleading for her to let me lick her pussy again.  She led me
down a hall to a bathroom, and stepped inside, catching a glimpse of
myself in the mirror.  Tiffany, knowing I didn't want to look at
myself but couldn't control my curiosity, let me stare for a while.
Just as I suspected, I was a naked, pretty blonde girl.  I was horny
enough without having to see that as well.

	"Sit down on the edge of the tub," she said to me.  I did so,
feeling the cold porcelain against my wet ass.  "I want you to shave
your pussy for me.  Do you want to do that?" she asked.  I could feel
my head wagging in response.

	This was one thing I really didn't mind.  I remembered from my
previous experience that a hairless cunt was actually more sensitive
that a normal one.  However, I was acutely aware that I should be
trying to find a way out of this predicament instead of enjoying any
part of it.

	Tiffany handed me a set of electric clippers.  "Start with
these," she suggested.  I turned them on and spread my legs, reaching
down with my left hand to pull the skin taut so I could shave it
better.

	I turned the clippers on and lowered them to my crotch.  I had
to roll my hips all the way forward so that I could reach to where the
hair began, way back at the very bottom of my slit, where it met my
ass crack.  The buzzing of the clippers was turning me on, as was the
vibrating sensation against the very bottom of my ass cheeks.  I could
see the sparse, curly hairs begin to fall away.

	As I shaved on, higher up on either side of my slit, it became
easier.  I could see better.  It also became more pleasurable, as the
vibrating clippers worked closer and closer to my clit.  I took my
time with it, both because I was enjoying it and because Tiffany's
conditioning constrained me so that I had to LOOK like I was enjoying
it.  As I shaved on, more and more hair fell away to settle to the
ground.  But, as sparse and blonde as the hair was, it didn't take me
long to reach the top of my slit.

	I looked across the room.  Tiffany was leaning back against
the counter with her legs spread, roughly tugging on her huge breasts
with one hand and furiously fingering her clit with the other.  Her
eyes were glued to my pussy.

	I followed her gaze to my crotch.  What I was left with now
was a triangle of hair that started just above my clit.  To tease
Tiffany, and myself, I shaved around the triangle, shrinking it by
maybe half an inch in every dimension.  Then, I did it again.  I
continued to trim in my bush, rounding it off as I went, until all I
was left with was a tiny, round patch of hair about an inch above the
top of my slit.  Everything else was bare.

	Tiffany, when I looked up at her, was working her crotch even
more furiously.  Her mouth was a wide O of rapture, but her eyes were
still open and aimed straight at my pussy.

	I returned my own attention there, and removed the last of my
pubes with one horizontal swath.  Then I got up and into the bathtub,
already full, and began soaping up my pussy.  The clippers had left it
bare, but covered with invisible blonde stubble.  When I finished
rubbing soap all over my crotch, I reached over to the side of the
bathtub to pick up a razor.  Stretching out the skin of my pussy with
my left hand, I began to shave it completely smooth with the razor.

It was kind of hard to do, because I had to pull the skin flat to
shave it and it was all slippery from the soap, not to mention my
pussy juice.  It was so arousing, though, to feel the razor sliding
over my skin, leaving inch-wide sections devoid of soap, naked, and
COMPLETELY smooth.  It didn't take me long until my entire crotch was
as smooth as the porcelain that I was sitting on, though warmer and
more pliant.  I looked over across the room.  Tiffany was still
fingering her cunt as hard and fast as she could, and she looked to be
enjoying an immense orgasm.  I moved towards her, eager to get some
satisfaction.

	"Stop!"  she said.  "Stay where you are.  I'm not going to
give you any pleasure.  You've got to do it to yourself."

	I couldn't move any closer to her.  I was stuck where I was,
sitting on the edge of the tub with one foot in and one foot out.  The
smooth porcelain was pressing up against my crotch.

	I rubbed myself back and forth over it, experimentally.  It
was so smooth, there was almost no friction, but I could feel the
movement, and the coolness of it was an amazing turn-on.  I leaned
forward, so that my clit would make better contact, and slid my crotch
back and forth on the rounded edge of the tub.  My pussy was so wet
and smooth that I slid with no resistance at all, a foot or more back
and forth.  I held onto the side of the tub with both hands and
started humping it for all I was worth.

	Even while I was doing it, I was amazed at the image I knew I
was making.  Here I was, in a girl's body, so sex-crazed that I was
humping the side of a porcelain tub to get some relief, arching my
back and thrusting out my breasts.  Meanwhile, Tiffany was sitting
across from me, obviously enjoying the show.

	It didn't matter how shocked I was; I couldn't have stopped,
even had I wanted to.  And I didn't want to.  It felt amazing...the
cold porcelain seemed to suck the heat out of my pussy, but instead of
a turn-off, I found it to be an incredible turn-on.  My pussy juice
was covering me from waist to knees, making me slippery as hell, and I
was sliding all over the place on the edge of the tub.  My clit,
specifically, was sliding back and forth, and far from being cold, it
felt like it was on fire.  My lips were spreading against the tub, and
I could feel the coolness of it against the warmth inside my pussy.  I
was grinding down so hard that my ass cheeks were even parting a
little, and I could feel the porcelain sliding around up against my
asshole.

	Still sliding back and forth, grinding my cunt into the smooth
porcelain, I reached up with my hands to stroke my titties.  They were
so sensitive, I actually found myself wishing they were as big as
Tiffany's huge melons.  My hands were slippery, and I rubbed the pussy
lubrication all over my rock hard, pointy little nipples, twisting
them and cupping my tits in both hands.  I knew I was going to cum
soon, and I wanted to be playing with my breasts when I did, to
increase the pleasure.  I shoved them together, up against my chest,
and then pulled out on them.  I was just marveling at the sensation of
having breasts there to play with.  After only a minute or two of
breast play, I began to cum.

	I immediately ground my pussy harder down onto the tub,
arching my back and rubbing by tits as I moaned in orgasm.  I could
feel it shaking me throughout my entire body.  I shuddered as it grew,
getting better when I thought it was as good as it could get.  I
rubbed my tits harder and slid back and forth faster, anxious for more
of this feeling.  I could feel my pointy nipples against the palms of
my hands.  I was arching my back, screaming up at the ceiling, and
cumming as hard as I could.  When the orgasm wore off, I was wasted.
And finally satisfied.  But a small voice in the back of my head said
that the satisfaction wouldn't last long.

	Tiffany stood up from her place across the room.  Still stark
naked, with her own pussy juice soaking her thighs, she led me down
the hall.  I watched her as she walked ahead of me, her ass moving
back and forth and her giant tits jiggling and swaying as she moved.
It was making me horny again.  I knew that I was making a similar
display of myself, but it still aroused me on her.  And, truth be
told, it aroused me on ME.  I was so sex-crazed that anything aroused
me.

	Tiffany led me to a nondescript room, comfortable furnished,
with a bed in one corner and a computer against the opposite wall.  By
the time we got there, I was once again pleading for more sex.

	"Well, my little slut, here you go," she said.  "You'll be
staying here for a while.  Now that your conditioning has taken
effect, I don't need to keep you locked up.  You'll drop to your knees
and start pleading for sex from anyone you see, so I'll have my
revenge on you even if you leave.  Not that you'd actually be able to
leave.  If you walk out that door, you'd probably be too busy fucking
me and my staff to ever make it outside."

	By this point in her monologue, I was actually crawling
towards her, reaching out with my tongue for her pussy.  She let me
lick it for a moment, and then pushed my head away so that she could
finish speaking.

	"I thought I might leave you some way to interact with the
outside world, other than fucking, so there it is," she said, pointing
to the computer.  "It doesn't have any email access, but you can
browse the newsgroups.  You can only post to one, though," she
finished, with a devious smile.

	And that's why I'm writing this.  I need your help.  I know
it's just part of her torture; since this moderated group is the only
one I can post to, I have to tell you about the sex to get the request
for help past the moderator.  But that's what I'm trying to do: ask
for help.  Please, if you're reading this, I don't know where I'm
being held, or what you could do, but PLEASE HELP ME!


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