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Here for your enjoyment is chapter 24 and 25 of Submission Agenda. There's
not quite as much story here I usually prefer uploading, but hopefully there
should be enough to keep you fully occupied until a more sizeable portion is
posted. As usual, all comments, suggestions, encouragement are more than
welcome to pegasus777@hotmail.com.

Previous Instalments of Submission Agenda posted to ASSM can be located at:
http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/jul.html

Alternatively, I highly recommend the HTML friendly version located at the
fine Grey Archive: http://www2.fenetre.co.uk/pyros/archive.htm



Chapter Twenty Four: Riker's Island Rapist

I didn't fuck Felicia Hardy straight away although I clearly had the
inclination to do just that. To be frank, at the time I just couldn't think
of a vicious enough treatment for her ripe body... and it's probably just as
well that I didn't touch her straight away. The Scarlet Witch took to her
immediately, finding that her body was bathed in a probability-warping aura
that somehow protected her from serious harm. That explained how my somewhat
thorough facial failed to... get her in the mood... for the more serious
sexual treatment I had planned for her.

Wanda decided that she would be the ideal candidate to strip away that
irritating confidence that super heroism seems give to these self-appointed
costumed protectors, her own mutant probability-based hex powers making her
the easy choice for dealing with the Black Cat. She took her task to heart,
planning and even researching before her work on Felicia was ready to begin.
During this time I watched her labours, enjoying the obvious relish she put
into the task.

The prelude to her actual, "practical" work was most pleasant indeed. Wanda
needed a sizeable sample of my pre-cum - the spunk that super-sensitises girl
flesh and implants a deep need for cock - like an itch that simply must be
scratched.

She extracted it like a pro, making me strip before she herself begun to
disrobe. I had noted that in recent days Wanda had taken to wearing a darker
version of her usual costume. The scarlet hue had been turned into jet black,
her hose replaced by lacy stockings, whilst the bodice of her uniform was of
a black see-through material, allowing me to see those vast tits and the
similarly black spider motif burnt into her flesh. Long black satin gloves
stretched from her fingers to her elbows whilst a small g-string barely
covered her pussy, the only element of modesty coming from a richly flowing
black cape which replaced her old red one. That was the first thing to
crumple in a heap on the ground as she began to reveal herself to me.

I was already naked, erect and lying on her bed, watching her come towards
me, the bodice quickly removed to show her large heaving bosoms, her fingers
pulling at the satin gloves before they too joined her cloak on the floor.
Then she joined me, crawling on all fours in between my out-stretched legs,
her breath on my thighs as she locked her lascivious gaze on my pulsing
prick. I yearned for her to reach forward, to trap my cock between those
tits, or else feel her tongue explore the head. Instead, she merely leaned
slightly forward, resting her chin on her hands, watching me, watching her.

The sight was hugely erotic. Wanda's pendulous tits hung down, crushed into
the sheets, and past the cascade of dark hair I could see her perfectly
formed back, the rise of her delicious buttocks and then the expanse of her
stockinged legs below. I could feel my prick on the threshold of giving up
the pre-cum mess that I knew she desired. I was close... so close, anxious
for our sex to begin. We had not touched each other since Phoenix's exposure
to the viper scum and right now I felt a huge urge to be inside of her... but
this time I allowed her to play her game until she had what she wanted. And
then I would remind her why she calls me 'master'.

The wait was excruciating... but finally I sensed her about to begin as her
tongue left her mouth, moistening her slut-painted red lips, before they
formed a small O. She got the pre-cum she so desired by simply blowing over
the exposed glans, making me cross the threshold of arousal, pulses of the
clear, viscous fluid pouring from the slit. Bitter-sweet feelings of release
and pent-up lust coursed through me as I continued issuing forth the precious
cream, Wanda finally reaching forward with her hands, revealing a thin condom
which she expertly slipped onto my cock before circling her thumb and index
finger about the base of my shaft, toying with me with a slow rubbing.

"How does this feel?" she asked with a forced innocence, smiling at the
strained expression on my face.

"Uhhh... t-too slow..." I replied, my cock aching for more friction, the tip
of the rubber starting to expand as my pre-cum oozed forth.

"No, it's just right," Wanda purred, slowing the rubbing, teasing me still
further - I wouldn't be able to take much more of this before I raped the
bitch. "You see, if I give you more, we'll have that nasty white cum of yours
and I don't think Felicia is ready for that... not yet."

"I'm gonna fuck you hard for this, bitch!"

"Oh I hope so, master, I really do. I know exactly how this must feel to you.
But I guarantee you that its use on our new toy will pleasure you immensely."
Wanda's malevolence was thick in the air now, her eyes locked on the slowly
inflating condom. "Your fluids will force her into acts that will destroy her,
you know that don't you?"

Wanda danced on a dangerous line. So far she had been successful in
heightening my arousal, keeping me on the edge, my body still pumping out the
pre-cum I use to ready my sluts for my pleasure, but soon I would move on to
ejaculating my coital creams - the liquids my body creates to bring about the
mental and physical bonding of slave to master. Just looking at her brought
on the urges to leak that cum right now and I fought the powerful lusts with
every inch of my will. It was not easy; Wanda's body was on display before
me, ready for sex. I wouldn't need to use any of my power on her - she was
already making a damp patch on the sheets, her whole being immensely turned
on to the tasks that awaited her... and the resultant wrath I would fuck into
her in exchange for this necessary teasing.

The tip of my cock was turning a deep red as I began to lose the battle to
control my natural longings. But it was enough, Wanda carefully pulling off
the condom and tying the end up, successfully limiting the spillage of my
cream. The necessary tortures were over with and the ex-Avenger smiled up at
me, knowing what was to happen to her.

"Use me," she whispered, rising onto her knees, thrusting out her engorged
mammaries towards me, my hands rising to meet them, to knead them violently,
all the while my cock dribbling the white cum I knew her cunt would soon be
consuming.

I took time to caress and explore the spider branding on her tit, feeling the
ridges of flesh where the design had been burnt into her, realising that this
was an intensely erogenous zone for her as she shut her eyes tightly and
trembled beneath my hands. I scooped up some the leaking cream and rubbed it
into the blackened flesh, feeling her convulse in orgasm, my tongue diving in
her mouth as she came.

Once the euphoria of orgasm passed, her hands slid downwards, between my
legs, one milking my cock whilst the other tickled the underside of my
scrotum. I moaned into her mouth as our kiss continued, the Witch sucking on
my tongue and tracing it with her own, as though it were my prick thrusting
deeply into her maw. With each pull on my cock, a flume of white jism shot
out, coating her stomach and slowly leaking into her pubic hair and into her
snatch. The first drop to touch her clit brought about its instant erection,
the little bud breaking out of its hood. The second drop hit it directly and
again she came hard, breaking the kiss and screaming her release in my
embrace as more leaked onto her snatch.

"Very, very good," she hissed, still panting from her rapture. "I'm surprised
you didn't just fuck me there and then. To be honest, I wish you had..."

"Oh really," I replied, arching an eyebrow. "Maybe I've just got better
self-control that you would imagine, bitch."

"Or maybe you've forgotten what you really are... Maybe you've gone soft
'making love' with your model slut," she chuckled evilly, seemingly looking
down on me with a superior attitude. "Let me make you feel like a real man
again - a man fit to use me."

With that she dived down onto my cock, her mouth enveloping it instantly. I
tensed as something sharp grazed my hardened meat... there it was again...
and again. Suddenly Wanda bit into my prick, two pin-pricks on the top of the
shaft, another pair below. The euphoria was instant, overwhelming - a vast
tidal wave of hideous darkness coursing through my cock en route to my mind,
blotting out everything save one savage urge.

She went limp when I pulled her brutally from my shaft, only paying a small
amount of attention to the four fangs Wanda had seemingly grown. My cock
throbbed with power, and looking down I once again noticed the black veins
sticking out through the white skin. Black slime oozed from the puncture
marks where Wanda had bitten me, inky cum oozed from the slit on the tip, but
it didn't matter. Only one thing concerned me... the feeling of cock in pussy
- a wondrous sensation heightened a thousand times as I shoved myself as deep
into her cunt as possible, feeling the lining of her pussy walls relax to
accommodate my rampaging pole, each thrust more savage than the last, my fist
pounding on the bed next to her head with each surge inside my slave.

"Yes master! Fuck me master!" she squealed as I pounded into her. "Deeper!
Harder! Faster! Yesssss!"

I bit down hard on her branded tit flesh as I finally reached the zenith of
my orgasm, bringing her to the same level of rapture as the abuse of her
symbol of corruption gave her the sexual release she craved. She hissed in
post-orgasmic ecstasy as jet-black jism oozed from her cunt and leaked across
her puckered asshole.

"Nice fangs," I remarked, watching as her canines receded back into her gums,
their purpose complete.

"You know the power of one viper egg... I've absorbed many more. Consequently
I now have their venom at my command, a corrupting magic almost as effective
as your own... methods."

"I take it Felicia's going to be your next victim?" I enquired, my mind awash
with images of the delectable Black Cat spiralling into the very corruption
she fought against.

"I must declare that I am very... intrigued to see how the venom affects the
pure-hearted. Yes, I might experiment on her, but I've learned some more
arcane arts which will be of equal... amusement. We shall see how they will
be best employed."

"Excellent..."


***


Felicia Hardy couldn't believe her eyes when she first met the new (and dare
I say it) improved Scarlet Witch. Her first instinct was to rush Wanda, to
use her enviable martial arts skills to beat off her opponent and gain
freedom. The Witch looked on amused as the Black Cat's ankle gave way beneath
her as she sprung, causing her to sprawl on the ground.

"I've been playing around with your 'bad luck' powers," my dark angel
confided, prodding Felicia with her toe, "since my own mutant capabilities
rest in warping probabilities. It was a simple matter to reverse and
strengthen your own aura. Any kind of attack will result in a most
unfortunate response. How's the ankle?"

"Fine," Felicia hissed through clenched teeth, massaging her foot tenderly.

"I'm glad you've put on your costume," Wanda noted, proffering her hand to
Felicia and pulling back to her feet.

"Well, you dumped me in here stark naked and it was the only form of clothing
available... look, just what do you want from me?"

"Oh don't ask me that please Felicia," Wanda replied, licking her lips and
running a gloved hand across Felicia's breasts. "The master has asked me to
prepare you for his pleasure, so I have devised a  little reunion for you."

"Master? The kid who fucked Mary Jane Watson?"

"Yes and came over your face, bitch. Remember that."

Felicia scowled, the image of my cock in front of her face, the white cream
jetting over her features, across her lips and up her nose as I pulled free
from MJ's wonderfully clenching asshole. Huh, I love telepathy.

"So you're going to reunite me with your boy rapist, right?"

"Oh no," Wanda smiled before laughing. "I've got a far more stimulating
encounter arranged for you."

Calling upon her ever-growing mystic prowess, the Witch waved her hand across
the air in front of Felicia, an image forming before her eyes. I could see a
prison cell, small, cramped, with one table and a bed. But who was the hulking
black man lying on it?

"Holy s-shit..." Felicia murmured her voice breaking with some element of
fear. "Dennis Jackson!"

"That's right my dear," Wanda cheerily replied. "The most notorious serial
rapist in New York's history. Thanks to you he's four years into a life
sentence."

"The whole city was looking for him. If it hadn't been me it would have
Spider-Man... or Daredevil!"

"Of course, but try telling him that. He still can't believe he was beaten by
a woman. A white woman no less."

"He's a fucking animal!" Felicia retorted, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Oooh yes," the Witch cooed, "His arrest report was fascinating. He'd fucked
his way through a mother and her three teenaged daughters before you stopped
him from raping her little 12-year-old niece. I don't think he was too happy
about that. Such stamina though... fucked through them all one after the
other while their mom watched... Swore something about giving you the same
treatment one day..."

"... but ten times worse," Felicia ended the quotation, shuddering at the
memory as the police had taken Jackson away. "So you're going to indulge
him... let him rape me in front of you, yes?"

"Oh no!" Wanda replied in mock shock. "How can it be rape if you're begging
for it?"

Wanda waved her arms dramatically, drawing upon her enhanced mystic powers to
warp space and carry both herself and Felicia across the city, deep into the
bowels of the Riker's Island penitentiary.

"I've arranged a little mystical privacy around Dennis's cell," explained
Wanda as she pushed Felicia ahead of her, the pair of them walking down the
grey corridor. "If any one checks on him, they'll just see him lying on his
bed. Saying that though, I daresay that they'd want a piece of your ass once
they see you with the bad boy... ah, here we are."

I could sense Felicia's blood run cold as she turned to face the barred
entrance to Jackson's cell. Wanda stood behind her, running her fingers
through the Black Cat's platinum mane, smiling as she produced a vial
containing my pre-cum.

"Dennis? I believe there's someone here who wants to meet you."

The vast black figure jumped up from his bed and turned to face the two
women, a slow, toothless smile crossing his face as he saw the Black Cat
right in front of him, his cock slowly rousing as he eyed Wanda's stockinged
legs and semi-exposed tit flesh.

"What do we have here?" he asked, his voice a low growl, his muscular frame
advancing to the barred door, Felicia backing into Wanda's unyielding body. "A
pair of white whores in need of black cock."

"Black Cat here is feeling real bad about the severity of your prison
sentence, Dennis," Wanda remarked, smiling at the serial rapist. "She's heard
that you haven't had a woman in four years. I think she wants to help."

"'Zat so?" Jackson pondered, realising that the Witch wasn't going to let him
down. "I've had four long years to think about what I'd wanna do to this
fucking whore... give it to me!"

"Hmmmmm... okay, but we play this by the rules. I don't want Black Cat here
doing anything against her will... she's got to want it. It'll be my job to
make sure that she does."

I could see now where some of Wanda's research had gone - since the rapist
had greeted them with little surprise it was pretty evident that the Witch
had already visited once... Wanda unstoppered the vial and coated her finger
with my juices, before quickly reaching forward and rubbing the pre-cum over
Felicia's lips, prodding into her mouth and rubbing more of the lust-inducing
liquid onto the tip of her tongue.

"My mouth... on fire!" Felicia wailed, her tongue snaking out to lick off the
cream, her hands coming up to wipe it off... but it was too late - the
super-absorbing fluids were in her system now.

"Show her that monster cock, Dennis," Wanda ordered, starting to move forward,
pushing Felicia towards the bars. "I think she's quite hungry... make that
ravenous!"

Felicia whimpered in fear as the rapist dropped his pants in front of her,
pulling out his black cock, fisting it into full erection before her eyes,
pulling back his foreskin just as a glob of his own pre-cum oozed from the
slit at the head of the glans. She turned to face Wanda, a mixture of fear
and growing arousal clouding her beautiful features.

"Please! Don't do this! My m-mouth... the burning!"

"Give into it, Felicia, I think we both know how you put the fire out."

Dennis was at the bars now, his large cock poking through just inches away
from the trembling Black Cat. Wanda applied the gentlest pressure to
Felicia's shoulders, pushing her down, expecting some resistance but smiling
broadly as she slumped down onto her knees quickly, her pouting lips now not
more than two inches away from the leaking cock-head in front of her.

"Suck it you fucking white whore!" shouted Dennis, desperately straining to
thrust more of his cock through the bars.

"Yes, suck it, Felicia," Wanda whispered, kneeling down and running her
fingertip over her prey's lips, wracking her body with the promise of release
from the terrible burning.

Felicia edged closer, her nose now able to smell the rank odour of Jackson's
cock, the aroma just adding to the heady feelings coursing through her mind
and body, her tongue beginning to snake out, slowly approaching the black wet
cock-head in front of her. The burning was replaced by a feeling of sheer
satisfaction as the tip of her tongue finally made contact with the straining
tip.

"Shit! Yes! YES!" screamed Jackson as Felicia moaned beneath him at the
feelings she experienced just from this tiny contact.

"Need... cock..." Felicia mumbled, eyes locked on the shaft, her hand slowly
coming up to massage his scrotum.

Eagerly her tongue shot out and began a more thorough exploration of Jackson's
cock-head, licking into the slit and bringing her burning lips to bear against
the shaft, taking the glans into her mouth and sucking ferociously as more
pre-cum oozed from the head.

"Yes, Felicia, yes..." Wanda sighed into her prey's ear, smearing more of my
juices onto her fingers and then wiping them across the Black Cat's cheeks,
the heroine squealing at the new burning sensations, pulling out the prick
from her mouth and rubbing it over the affected areas, giving into the
feelings even as her soul screamed out in despair.

"Gonna fuck you kitty bitch! Gonna fuck you good! Fuck your cunt! Fuck your
white titties! YES!"

Felicia learned quickly that more tongue work on the base of the glans gave
her more pre-cum and she soon returned to a regular rhythm, not knowing that
Jackson was fully intent on covering her with his cum. She gasped as she felt
the thick tool spasm in her mouth, pulse after pulse of thick warm cream
coating the roof of her oral cavity. She pulled back quickly, Wanda jerking
her face up by the chin as more streams of white jism landed on her features,
forming a sick white criss-crossing over her nose, cheeks, eyes and chin.
Felicia felt the burning abate as the cum soaked her skin, rubbing her
on-fire mouth over the ejaculating slit, drawing another gasp from Jackson as
more cream shot straight onto her pursed lips.

When it was over, Felicia collapsed into a foetal ball in front of Jackson,
Wanda alternately stroking her hair to comfort her and rubbing the thick cum
into her face until she slowly regained her composure, returning to her
kneeling position. Both the Witch and Jackson watched intently as a solitary
drip of cum travelled the length of Felicia's face, falling from her chin and
disappearing into her exposed cleavage. Wanda licked her lips as she leaned
forward and slowly began to pull away Felicia's costume away from her
shoulders.

"Yeah, show me those titties," Jackson demanded, hand returning to his cock,
pulling it back into erection with a savage fisting action. "Gonna fuck 'em
good... I already got another wad of my mess waiting for you sweetheart."

Tears welled up in Felicia's eyes as she sat still, allowing Wanda to
continue to slowly unclothe her, her stretch fabric costume slowly yielding
her fabulous tits to her rapist's rabid gaze.

"Fuck yeah!" exclaimed Jackson as he watched Felicia's plump mammaries spill
out from her costume. "They can't be real... can they?"

Felicia ignored the question until Wanda grabbed a handful of her blonde hair,
brutally pulling her head back.

"Answer him, slut!"

"Y-yes... it's all natural," Felicia confirmed, looking self-consciously at
her exposed breasts.

The Witch pushed her toy forwards, right against the harsh cold of the metal
bars that separated her from her rapist.

"Gotta suck those mamas..." Jackson murmured, eyes locked on the creamy white
mounds.

"Squeeze your bitch tits through the bars, Felicia. Let's give him what he
wants."

The width of the bars made the act difficult, but with some effort the Black
Cat was able to push one tit, then the other through. Jackson looked down on
the obscene display with relish, marvelling at how the bars pushed Felicia's
assets together in a beautiful canyon of cleavage. Then he dropped down, eyes
level with his latest victim's, a look of savage, crazed lust meeting her
fearful gaze. He snaked one hand out and ran it over her tit, across her
nipple, pinching it brutally, Felicia barely containing a yelp of pain. Wanda
knelt behind her, pushing her harder against the bars, preventing her retreat
as the big black man tipped his head forward, Felicia desperate to pull away
as a white stream of spit escaped his mouth, landing with a small splat on
the proffered flesh. Jackson slowly lowered his head to her proffered tit,
simultaneously rubbing his saliva into her tit.

"Be brave," he hissed before burying his face in her breasts, seeking out one
nipple with his hand whilst his mouth closed in on the other, sucking deeply
on the little bud, covering it with a thick sheen of his saliva, his tongue
dancing around it, Felicia unable to stop her nipples slowly gaining
erectness under the confident ministrations of the rapist. Reluctantly he
pulled himself away.

"You gotta 'ppreciate titties as sensitive as yours slut... gonna love this!"

He dived in again, sucking on the other nipple, his hand getting to work on
the first, kneading and pulling, the treatment getting more brutal with each
passing section, the air alive with the sound of sucking, slurping and
occasional gasps from between Felicia's gritted teeth.

Jackson revelled in the tit flesh available, feeding on his prey's mixture of
arousal and terror, before he bit down powerfully on her nipple, pulling the
other viciously and sighing as he heard the Black Cat's screams of pain.
Moving off the crown he bit deep into her flesh, cock harder than ever as he
heard the shriek of agony, the salty taste of her blood coating his tongue.

He could free her trying to pull away, fighting against Wanda who pushed her
against the bars remorselessly, her free hand pulling down on Felicia's jump
suit, a small hex power turning the material into a brittle facsimile of its
former self, pulling away easily until her beautiful buttocks were on full
display. Wanda appreciated Felicia's extra agony as her cunt was exposed to
the cool air and for a moment she simply watched as Jackson bit into her tit
flesh, digging deep with his teeth into her before returning to sucking her
nipples. The Witch pushed her hand between Felicia's legs, easily slipping a
finger knuckle-deep into her cunt, beginning a slow, rhythmic finger-fucking
that would only cease when her digit was replaced by a large black cock.

Jackson pulled free and surveyed his work. The Black Cat's tits were covered
in deep, bloody bite marks and he sniggered to himself at the savage goring.
He noted with pride that her nipples were in a state of full arousal and this
sent the black man crazy - drool literally spilt from the sides of his mouth.
The Witch noted this and once again covered her spare hand with a small
dosage of my pre-cum, rubbing it into the deepest recesses of Felicia's tit
cleavage, her breasts still pressed enticingly together through the bars. The
results were instant and remarkable.

"Fuck my fucking tits!" she squealed, rising up as far as possible on her
knees to bring her mammaries level with Jackson's cock. "Come on... do it...
fuck them babies... give me your fucking jiz you black fucker!"

I smiled along with Wanda is I reached into her mind and savoured the sweet
moment of total debasement, where the needs of the body annihilate all good
common sense - the urge to fuck superseding all others.

Jackson, of course, was eager to comply, instantly coming forward to bury his
cock in the inviting cleavage, the sound of flesh hitting metal repeatedly as
Jackson fucked as deeply into the tit flesh as he could backed by Felicia's
lustful moans as her pre-cum sensitised skin thrilled with pleasure at the
feeling of cock rubbing over it. All the time the Black Cat felt herself
rising to orgasm, the insistent feeling of Wanda's insidious finger in her
cunt taking her ever onwards on the journey to bodily release. Wanda placed
her head on Felicia's shoulder, looking through the bars as she saw the Cat's
delicious, fuckable, yet thoroughly abused tit flesh being used to bring
pleasure to a convicted serial rapist, thrilling as she saw the look of sheer
lust on her prey's face as she looked down to see the black head pop up from
her mountainous valley of cleavage. Felicia's hands shot through the bars,
kneading Jackson's buttocks and pushing his thrusting hips deeper still into
her cleavage whilst Wanda wet her index finger and reached through the bars,
wiping it gently over Jackson's piss slit whenever it emerged from the Black
Cat's flesh.

Now totally lost to the pleasure my pre-cum and Jackson's cock gave to her,
Felicia craved only two things: firstly her own orgasm, and secondly a load
of cum shot onto her burning breast flesh... and maybe over her face and in
her mouth... she didn't care any more. She just needed it. Badly. Her mind
screamed at her to stop, but the Black Cat found herself moving her hand into
Jackson's stinking ass crack, slowly, but insistently pushing her finger into
his asshole, moving deeper until she began the maddening massage of his
prostate.

"Hose me you big black fucker!" she screamed, arching her back, pushing more
tit through the bars rubbing his little ass walnut ever quicker until she
felt the final tension build in his cock, the sudden pulse and then the
liquid heaven as the cum seeped into her skin, then erupted from the trapping
flesh, spraying over her face, up her nose and into her hair. As the deluge
began to back off, Felicia pulled her breasts back from the bars, pushing
Jackson's cock through them too, allowing her to extract more cream with her
burgeoning oral skills.

Finally as the cream surges subsided, the Black Cat pulled her finger from
Jackson's ass and in full view of both the hated serial rapist and her own
magical seductress, licked the brown finger before sucking on it deeply...
just as the Witch brought her to her own shuddering climax - the most
powerful of her life, feeling Wanda's other hand join the first, tweaking her
clit expertly, not knowing that this finger was coated in the remaining
pre-cum which oozed over her cunt and was pushed inside by the finger-fucking
digit.

"I've gotta fuck... need a cock inside me so fucking badly..." she hissed,
bringing forth a huge smile from the rapist in the cell. "Gotta fuck this
nigger cock... fuck it!"

"Go inside Felicia," Wanda murmured in her ear, continuing her stroking of
the Cat's cunt, but slowly moving downwards, taking care to wipe my pre-cum
over her anus. "Go get fucked like the whore you are..."

Felicia stood unsteadily, the final remnants of her costume slipping away as
she reached out and opened the door. It had been unlocked all along.

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