Rhea looked up at her master as he held her. He hadspent himself again, and she was giving him time to catch hisbreath before really beginning her demonstration. They were bothflushed and sticky from the warmth of their bodies, but he lookedreasonably content. She smiled up as she plotted her next move. He would notaccept her in a dominant role, but had agreed to let her lead.She was thinking desperately of what she had and had not donewith him, that was submissive enough for him to accept. She cameup with three suitable positions and several acts to try. Shak-ing off the lassitude that had followed her satiation, she rolledout of his arms and stood. Posing seductively beside the bed, she bounced a largebreast in the palm of her hand and leered. "Come on, love, goanother round with Topaz Tigress," she wheedled, in the voicethat had made her a favorite in the Scarlet Lily. The Dark Lordlooked at her, about half asleep. Seeing what she was up to, hesmiled slightly and reached for her. "My turn, Master, if you wish," she whispered, easinginto his arms. She kissed him long and deep before she releasedhim. "Did they really call you Topaz Tigress?" he asked. "Yes, Master. Look at my eyes in the torchlight." He had looked at them often enough, but now, with theinfluence of strong arousal, they looked different. The brownhad lightened to a golden color, the shade of the fawn topazearrings she now wore which he had given her years ago. "I see,"he said, kissing her. "Close your eyes, Topaz Tigress. I havesomething for you." Rhea closed her eyes, enjoying a rapport shehad not experienced for months. The Dark Lord took her hand and guided it on a slow tourof first her body and then his own. He ended and let her encir-cle his shaft with her fingers. He was still flaccid and sheopened her eyes. "Close them. This is yours, to enjoy for as long as Isee fit to permit it. If I do not like anything, your privilegeis revoked and we will finish this night in the dungeon. Under-stood, slave girl?" "Yes, Master," she responded, knowing now what she wasrisking. "Then begin," he commanded, releasing her. Rhea lay beside him for a moment, curled next to thelean, strong body she adored. Then, opening her eyes, she stoodand reached out to him. "If you would stand, my master?" sheasked, readying her plans. The Dark Lord stood up next to her, and she reached forhis lips. "I have many secrets, Master," she whispered. "Per-haps I should show you some of them. This is called," she said,standing on tiptoe to kiss his temples, "The Satin Spiral." Hertongue moved across his forehead to the other temple. Nibblingon his left earlobe, her hands began to caress his body in anever-downward spiral. They moved slowly, at the same rate as hermouth, stroking his shoulders as she planted light kisses on hiseyelids. As her tongue grazed his lips, he reached out with hisown, stopping her for a moment. Her hands kneaded the fleshbeneath them like a cat's paws. He took a firm grip on her,fully intending to end her teasing, but she broke the kiss andlooked up at him, hurt. Reluctantly, he let go, determined tosee what other things she had in store for him. She passed his chin and then moved over beside him.Running her tongue along the line of nerves just beneath his ear,she felt him clench his fists and grit his teeth. A faint groanescaped him. She knew he liked it and repeated the motion. "Once more, slave girl, and you won't finish," he warnedher. She moved on to nibble delicately at the back of his neck. Working her way down his spine, she came to the lowestleft rib. Tracing along that with her tongue, her hands nowexploring the hard outline of his hips, she began to lave her wayup the left half of his rib cage. She paused for a moment tosuck at his nipple. As always, he clutched her hair. "You, Alia, and Elna are the only ones who do thatright," he said, enjoying the sensations. She found her way upto the collar-bones. Going down the outside of his left arm, shefelt the many scars unfold under her lips. It was ironic thatsuch a strong man scarred so easily, she thought as she noticedone that she herself had left accidentally. His hands, thestrong broad hands with their long bony fingers, also fell underher ministrations. She stroked all of the fingers, taking themone by one into her mouth and swirling her tongue around them.She kissed the hollow of his palm and began up the inside. Coming up to his shoulder, she traced across to the otherside and repeated her actions with his sword hand. Then shebegan down the right side of his ribs. Reaching the lowest, sheagain moved behind him. Pausing for an instant to wet her lipsand tongue, she started down his spine again. Now came a moment of decision, should she start at thefront or the back, or should she work down one leg and up theother? Rhea pondered these as she tasted each knob of bonescarcely covered by the scant flesh. Reaching her decision andhis hips at the same time, she moved back to the front of hisbody. She was kneeling now and he looked tall, standing aboveher with his eyes half-shut, enjoying her touch. She started down the right leg. The flat muscles of histhigh tensed as she stroked them. He mumbled something incoher-ent as she flicked her tongue across his hamstrings. Her handsbraced her as she licked his ankles. A kiss for each toe and aflick under the arch of his foot, and she repeated the process onthe other leg. Reaching his knee, she moved to the inside of his thigh,stroking, licking and touching her teeth to it. She sensed atension in his body that had not been there, and moved to theoutside. Coming up on his hip, she followed the ridge of bone tothe center of his body, and looked up. "Master," she said, "I know this is something you do notask for, with reasons I understand. But, please permit me, justthis once. I cannot hurt you, my master, my love, so please..." "I am gambling on you, slave. Do it." Moving carefully, she kissed the plum-shaped head and ranher tongue down the length of him. Folding her lips over herteeth, she encompassed him, swirling and flicking her tonguearound him, always careful. She luxuriated in the feeling ofsatiation that was accompanying this. It had been too long sinceshe had done it in a leisurely fashion. The few men who hadtrusted her to do this had always taken charge, and had a tenden-cy to gag her by thrusting too deeply into her mouth. The Dark Lord stood, wobbling a bit. His favorite hadsurprised him in a pleasant fashion yet again. The softness ofher mouth, combined with the constant dance of her tongue, werearousing him very quickly. This was something he had been leeryof. He had tried it once before, but she had been as inexperi-enced as he and it was a dismal failure. He cleared his mind ofthe thought. Now...now he was reaching one of the fastest cli-maxes of his life. Sensing her master's readiness, Rhea moved away. Seeingthe disappointment which was beginning to fade to anger, shesaid, "There is still more, if you want it." He looked down at her, still surprised. "More?" "Yes, Master. Let me show you." She paused briefly towet her lips and check for cuts. Having folded them over herteeth may not have been the wisest choice, but definitely thesafest. "Move your legs apart, Master, if you would." She movedforward, between his feet and sat back on her heels. "This willbe a bit more risky for you. I cannot protect you as I didbefore." She stretched up and encompassed the dangling sac withher mouth. Careful not to close her teeth on it, she beganrunning her tongue over it. The two almond-sized solids partedand there was the distinct sensation of his skin rubbing againstitself from the inside. Oddly enough, to his mind, she began a toneless, tunelessdrone. The vibrations spread up into his lower abdomen andthrough his body. Again, his body began to demand a release fromthis torturous pleasure. Releasing him, Rhea scooted her kneesfurther between his legs. She began stroking the long strip of skin, so well pro-tected by his thighs. Tingles began to run through him. Thiswas completely new to him. She licked as she would one of hergirls, seeming to probe for an opening. The strokes becamelonger as she worked her way further back. The Dark Lord was unsure Rhea would actually go throughwith the logical conclusion; in fact, he had hoped she would not.The idea repulsed him. He felt the first, feather-light touchesof her tongue near the tightly clenched sphincter. He grasped her hair and pulled her away rudely. "Wheredid you learn that? It wasn't here." "No, Master. Diebe, the Satyr's Delight. The ScarletLily uses the same method, but ends in the front." "How have you stayed in practice for nine years, then?" "Karab," she said quietly. Somehow, it was no surprise.The decadent ruler of Pergamum had made a habit of requestingRhea, and now he thought he understood. "Go rinse your mouth. You have displeased me." "Yes, Master," she said, walking over to the basin.Pouring out a handful of water, she swished it in her mouth for afew moments. She spat into the basin. "Again," he commanded, as he opened the armoire. Takingout the whip that hung on the door, he looked at the slave. Shehad finished rinsing and now knelt before him, in the disgracedposition. Her wrists and forehead were on the floor, and heplanted one bare foot on her wrists to hold her in place. Strik-ing her twice, moderately hard, he stepped off and returned thewhip to its peg. The red welts appeared on her back and sheremained in the posture. "Do you know why you were just struck?" he asked. "I displeased you, Master. That is reason enough," sheanswered. Her voice sounded strong. She was not crying. "Yes, it is. But you are not to repeat your error. Doyou understand what it was?" "Yes, Master. I should have stopped in the front. Ideprived you of your release." "Reason enough. Stand up." She stood with her eyesstill on the floor. "No, look at me." Frightened of meeting hiseyes, knowing what she might see, she lifted her eyes slowly. The cold dark eyes that met hers were not angry, merelynot pleased. He drew her in and searched her soul for the rea-sons behind her acts. The only thing he saw in the topaz eyeswas love. He took hold of her and drew her to himself, releasingher eyes as he did. She rested against his chest, feeling thebeat of his heart. "You are no longer disgraced, slave girl. Your privilegehas been revoked. I will finish with you as I see fit. However,you still have secrets to show me. I will find them out later."He picked her up easily, although she knew she outweighed him bythirty pounds. Carrying her to the bed, he set her down. "Thistime, you will not deprive me of release." And she did not.
______Apologies for the VERY weak ending. My collaborator complainedtoo. It will look better in context: Rhea has been in troublesince she failed to seduce a priest of the High One. She's beenin and out of the dungeon, both on her own errors and on herelven protegee's. This is the first chance she has had to proveto her master that she does in fact love him and she shouldremain his favorite.
The response has been encouraging on the stories. More will beforthcoming. I have one with a minimum of sex but an excruciat-ing flagellation as the centerpoint. I am uncertain it is appro-priate to post, since the beating is not for sexual purposes, butas punishment for sex. Help? Anyone?
Slave of Matth
formerly Angel the Succubus
And she did not.
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Path: ub!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!maverick.ksu.ksu.edu!umriscc!mcs213k.cs.umr.edu!asparrowFrom: asparrow@cs.umr.edu (Angelia Sparrow)Newsgroups: alt.sex.bondageSubject: Story (well, novel fragment)--KarabKeywords: pain, pain and more pain. MD-FSMessage-ID: <2751@umriscc.isc.umr.edu>Date: 16 May 91 23:45:59 GMTSender: news@umriscc.isc.umr.eduOrganization: University of Missouri - RollaOriginator: asparrow@mcs213k.cs.umr.edu
Karab looked down at the slave girl kneeling before him.She knelt straight with her knees wide apart and her head bowed.He liked this one. She was tall and strong and mastering hermade him feel as if he was bigger than she was. In actuality,Karab barely topped five and a half feet, in addition to beingheavy. His silk robes were tailored to hide his weight, butusually they only succeeded in making him look fatter. The ringshe wore, mostly for magical protection, and the heavy perfumedoil he used in his hair and thin beard made him seem effeminateat first glance. But, as Rhea and a very few others now livingcould attest, his mind was steel hidden beneath the perfume andsilk. Right now, as she knelt before him, Rhea wondered whatthe mind was plotting. Karab was cruel for the sake of cruelty.She usually managed to endure his attentions during the New Yearcelebration, and her master's birthday celebration. The ruler ofPergamum visited only seldom, finding the delights of Dark Holdshabby compared to those of his home city. "You evaded me last night, slave," Karab said. Rheafound his high pitched nasal voice annoying but managed to keepfrom flinching. She did not object to men whose voices fellnaturally in the higher range, Snow Wolf's had been almost ashigh as hers, which was low for a woman's, but she found theaffectation grating. "I'm afraid that means I will have topunish you tonight, my dear. Don't worry, I have your master'sfull permission to do as I see fit. Lie down by the three ringsin the floor." The guest room in the guard tower was not as opulent asthe suites, and had far more restraint devices, since it wassometimes used as a spare cell when the dungeon was full. Therings were spaced about four feet apart and set into the stonefloor. Rhea hastened to obey, hoping he would be merciful. Karab, after some rummaging in the wardrobe, and in achest he had brought, proceeded to chain her wrists to the ringabove her head. He threaded a choke-leash about her throat,above the collar and drew it tight. Rhea coughed and tried tocatch her breath. He gagged her with a wadded strip of clothheld in by a second. He took a pole, set with a manacle at eachend, and, threading it through the lowest ring, pulled her downto lock her ankles in the irons. Rhea blessed her father forgiving her an almost six foot height. Wrapping another chainaround her body, he threaded it through the ring near her back,holding her almost immobile. Placing the keys tantalizingly out her reach, he reachedback into the trunk and removed a glass jar, holding a largetoad. Rhea's eyes grew large as he moved between her wide-spreadlegs. "You don't like my pet?" Karab asked in mock-hurt tones.His comically sad face twisted into a sadistic leer. "Perhapsthe two of you should get acquainted, while I'm at the dinner."He removed the squirming creature from its jar and forced it intothe helpless slave girl. Rhea felt the acid burn a track up herthroat, but, unable to spew it out, she was forced to swallowhard. Wrapping another piece of cloth tightly around her legsand hips, preventing the toad's escape, he left. "I will returnin a few hours slave girl. Be prepared to serve my pleasure." Rhea lay on the floor in torment. The chains were tootight, and she knew she would bruise. The loathsome feeling ofthe animal fighting in the cramped space made her ill. The onlyworse sensation was feeling it grow weaker and weaker until itquit moving. She knew it had suffocated. The feeling of lyingchained on her back, with a dead toad inside of her was repulsiveand she put the thought from her mind. Distracting herself, she thought back a few weeks to thefirst night her master had summoned her after her punishment. Ithad been glorious, and she remembered how much she had loved him.He had trusted her enough to allow her to perform slightly dan-gerous intimate actions upon his body, and now he had loaned herto a jaded pervert from Pergamum. She saw the wisdom of hisaction, realizing that she was the only one who had the stomachfor this kind of treatment. Even now, in her docile state,Chandra would not have taken it. None of the others could satis-fy this man unscathed. There was little Karab could do that shehad not already survived. The Satyr's Delight in Diebe hadtaught her endurance and the Chained Collar in Ellanya had givenher the high pain threshold. Lost in her musing on the past, Rhea was startled to seeKarab returning. She had vaguely heard the night bell sound twotimes since he left, but was surprised to see him back so soon. "No, my dear, dinner is not over," he tittered. It wasan obscene sound coming from a man so large. "I merely wished tosee how well acquainted you two were. I excused myself fromlistening to the singer." He unwrapped the cloth from her hipsand placed a fat ringed hand inside of her. Her body, not meantfor such abuse, complained and tears began down her cheeks. "There we are." He pulled the amphibious corpse out ofher. She visibly relaxed, but was overcome with the urge toretch again. "Wretched girl, you've killed him!" Karab shrieked."That will have to be punished. But, I am feeling lenient. Iwill give you some pleasure before the pain begins." He rummagedin his trunk and came up with an oddly shaped iron rod. When he brought it closer, she could see that it wasindeed iron, formed into the shape of a phallus, but one that wascleft in the middle as a snake's tongue. Each side was formedcomplete, with its own head. She looked puzzled and frightened. "I thought by now you would be accustomed to this shape.You frequent the bed of a demon, is that not true?" Withoutwaiting for an answer, he continued. "Is not your master formedlike this, even to the iron?" He ignored the frantic shaking ofher head. "Every noble in the Empire knows our good Emperor isfrom the lower planes, either a minion, or perhaps the Destroyerhimself, taken mortal guise. It is said the Lord Vendan walkedEllassa in human form once long ago. The stars have latelyindicated a massive supernatural upheaval and the balance swaysinto darkness. He has returned, has He not? And you, luckyslave, are His favorite." Rhea shook her head frantically,wishing he would remove the gag. The iron did not look painful,but she would not hear her master slandered. Continuing to ignore her, Karab finished his lecture ondemonology and proceeded to thrust the iron rod into her. It wascold and painful, but she had endured larger, since it was proba-bly modeled on Karab's own, which was small-average, and worse.She could tolerate this. "That will be there when I return, or you will suffer theconsequences," he told her, turning to return to his dinner. Rhea was right, the iron was not as bad as the toad hadbeen. She lay quietly and thought about what Karab had said.She was surprised to learn that her master was considered ademon, in the literal sense, by some of his nobility. This couldbe good or bad. She wondered if he realized this, and thenconsidered that he probably did. As she reflected on what sheknew of him, she came to understand how some of them could be-lieve such a thing. Karab had told her that the stars wereshowing massive upheaval. Perhaps that was why she could feel achange in her Power. It had never been great enough to train,but there was a warning tingle, like that of the coal embedded inthe flesh of her shoulder, that told her of something coming. After the fourth tolling of the night bell, Karab re-turned, looking satisfied and full. He knelt beside her andremoved the gag. Swallowing hard, she managed not to vomit fromthe remainder of the nausea. "You are a lovely thing. If His Majesty ever favors meenough to give you to me, instead of merely loaning, I could findso many more interesting diversions. You would die of course, mydear, but only after I am through with you. Who knows, you maylast an entire month." Rhea closed her eyes and gave the ritual response, "Ifthat would please you, Master," she managed through dry tongueand lips. The cloth had left a foul taste in her mouth. Karab began unlocking her chains. He removed the ironrod. She pulled herself to a kneeling position, ignoring thefact that there was blood on her thighs from his rings, and hehad left the choke-leash on. He began to divest himself of thefood and wine-stained silk robes. Stripping off all but two ofhis rings, he stood before her, after wrapping himself in aviolet silk bathrobe. Taking hold of the choke-leash, he pulled her head up toface him. "You know what I want now. And, my dear, you knowwhat will happen if I feel the slightest scrape from your teeth."He tugged just hard enough that she coughed. "Yes, Master." For good measure, she added, "Your whimis my law." Another ritual phrase, this time one she had learnedat the Scarlet Lily. She remained kneeling and opened the frontof the robe with gentle hands. Engulfing him with her mouth, she felt the first stirringof blood in the organ. Gently she stroked it to fullness andthen ran her tongue in light flicks across the tight skin on theunderside of the head. An impatient tug on the leash told her toget on with the procedure. A few prefunctionary licks at thehanging sac and she moved on between his legs. Long strokesbrought her to the back sphincter. Biting back her repulsion,she began to probe with her tongue, trying to ignore the clotsthat hung in the dark hairs nearby. The foul taste filled hermouth, yet she persisted, hoping at least to put him in a pleas-ant enough mood to spare her any more punishment. Above her, she felt his bulk tremble and heard a sigh.Apparently, he was pleased or else she would soon end with amouth full of his dirt. He had done that once, released hisbowels into her mouth. She had vomited hard and repeatedly,until she dry-heaved into the stone well in the corner. He hadlost all interest in her and returned her to the harem unusedthat time. He had also complained to her master about her inep-titude. She had been sent to the dungeon, pending his departure,and placed in a common cell. Quarg had taught her not to dis-please Karab. After he had left, her master had questioned herabout the incident. Knowing not to lie, she told the truth andhad been surprised when he had paled a bit. She was quicklyforgiven and returned to the harem. Another tug on her leash told her it was enough. Thedamp patch on her lower back told her she had successfully satis-fied him. There would be more abuse, no doubt, but she bore upunder the thought that this was her bad duty, and the rest of thecelebrations should be pleasant enough. "You are talented, my dear. So much better than the ladI have to do that at home. He and my favorite girl take turns atit, seeing who can last the longest without gagging. One mouthis like another, wouldn't you say?" "Yes, Master. Thank you, Master," she answered ratherthickly. "Here, wipe your face, my dear," he said handing her ascrap of a rag. She took it to the basin, and surreptitiouslyrinsed her mouth a time or two as she cleansed her face. Herface clean, although there was still a bad taste in her mouth,she walked back and knelt in front of Karab. "Now what shall I do with you?" Karab asked, more tohimself than Rhea. He wandered over to the trunk and rummagedagain. He returned with a length of chain, a small crock, and asingle bladed whip. He kicked the rug aside, uncovering thelower ring, and removed the hanging globe of witch-light from thehook in the ceiling. Rhea came when she was beckoned and stretched for theceiling. Karab, standing on a chair, wrapped her wrists in thechains and hung her from the ceiling. As she watched, he rubbedthe whip with some oil from the crock. "Every time you whimper, yelp or scream, my dear, I willram this whip up your hot little gash. That should only make ithotter. You see, up north, they have this lovely plant calledthe pepper. I have it cultivated in a hothouse back home, andthe oil it makes is quite the rage at the houses that cater to amore refined clientele. The fruit is quite spicy to eat, and theoil burns any of the more delicate membranes it contacts. Thisis your punishment for avoiding me last night, my dear." Neither keeping verbal count himself, nor making hercount the blows, Karab began to beat the girl. The whip wasslender, and on more than one occasion broke the skin. He hadnot lied about the oil. Where her back was cut, it burned likefire, and she had not been able to contain her cry. The handleof the whip entered her, again as promised, the oil making itburn horribly. She sobbed again, and the handle thrust into heragain, hard and deep. Regaining her control, Rhea begged, "Please, Master.Forgive a slave girl's foolishness. The first night you are incourt I am yours, save if my master claims me. Please." "You have learned one lesson, slave girl, now about mylittle froggy friend..." He struck her again. Fortunately,Karab was given to decadence and had little use for strenuousexercise. The cuts were not deep and should heal quickly, butthe pepper burned beyond endurance. Rhea heard the night belltoll again. Karab was breathing heavily from the unaccustomedexertion. "I think that should be enough, my dear. Remember, thefirst night is mine. I must rest a moment, and think." Placing the handle of the whip inside her, after a freshcoat of oil, He tied her thighs together with the blade. Tearswere rolling freely and she gasped for breath in short cries. After resting a moment, he picked up the large beeswaxcandle and brought it over to her. It was lit and a puddle ofmolten wax had formed in a well. He held it in front of her andbegan to pour the hot wax down onto the well-shaped breasts,concentrating especially on the sensitive nipples. Already crying, there was little other form of expressionRhea could use. She hung her head and turned her face away. Having created a thick layer of wax on her body, most ofit in interesting patterns if he did say so himself, Karab setthe candle back down. "I think you have learned your lesson, mydear." He unhooked her chained wrists from the hook and let herdown. She remained standing straight, since he had not given herpermission to move. "On your belly at my feet," he finallycommanded. Moving awkwardly with the whip still tied inside of her,Rhea dropped first to her knees and then to her belly. Thecarpet pressed the still-warm wax harder onto her skin. She feltthe large K he had drawn across her chest, the wax tightening asit began to harden. He untied the whip and drew it out of her.A faint hope rose. Perhaps this time he would be merciful anduse her normally. The hope was crushed by the weight of him settling on heropen back. She knew the process. First would be some probing atthe front opening and then the ripping sensation at the back.Knowing it would hurt less if she relaxed, she tried to think ofmore pleasant things, like the butterflies in the garden, howpretty Gold-lily had looked in the green silks this morning, andother pleasant thoughts. It helped some. Then came the rending thrust at the back, with no fore-warning. Rhea stifled a scream into the rug. Clenching herteeth on a corner of it, she tried to inflict her pain on some-thing other than her body. She was torn open and it hurt andburned at the same time. The pain lessened only slowly; his thrusts came in deepharsh bursts. Finally it was enough for him, and there was acrushing sensation of his weight upon her, with the vile smell ofhis oiled hair mingling noxiously with the heavy spice perfume hehad requested on her. Withdrawing, he stood up, and went to the basin. Fastid-iously cleaning himself, although she had left no residue, hewrapped the robe back around him and stood in front of her. "I have had enough of you, my dear. You may return tothe harem, and reflect upon what you have learned. You provedmost satisfactory, as usual." "Thank you, Master," she said softly as she stood. Heclosed the door after watching her until she was out of sight.The marks on her back enhanced her greatly, and the thin pale redstream that was slowly creeping down the back of her thigh wasmost arousing. He returned to the room, hung the witchlight globe backon its hook, and began plotting what to do to the girl tomorrow,if there was one. If not, young Filgar would serve nicely whenhe got home.
______Here it is, a portion of the novel I am working on with my friendwho prefer to remain anonymous, going only by Dark One. If thereis interest, I may post actual chapters. As always, comments arewelcome at asparrow@cs.umr.edu. I am STILL not getting any!(alt.sex.bondage or any other newsgroup) As for sex, I'm gettingplenty, but that's none of y'all's beeswax.
BTW: with bikini season coming up, I thought I'd ask, doesanyone else break out in a hideous rash when they shave theirpubic hair? How do you avoid it? I just waxed my fuzzies en-tirely off, and am covered with bruises. Epilady is OUT! of thequestion (sorry, but I am emphatic on that.) and it is unsightlyto have fur hanging an inch below your bikini bottom (mine'surban camo and boy does it clash with my red hair.)Thanks.
ObBondage: Masters (mistresses) does having you slave entirelynaked (I mean hair wise) turn you on? Why?
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