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Just a few precious months 9
The weeks past, by August she was taking regular pain relief, but was determined to “enjoy” her last game, Dennis and I had begun formulating an endgame should it be needed, as a sort of plan B. we discussed it with her and it involved her tracks being covered as if she had` gone abroad,’ what happened was she let it be known that she was going to one of those religious places that believer`s flock to for miracles. For that she in theory left via Dover, her passport actually presented by Nan as she left, in a wheelchair making a lot of fuss! She, returning via friends with a yacht and a transfer to our cruiser mid channel, so in theory she had vanished, in Europe Nan returning by Eurostar on her own.
Faze 1 was over.
We could now lose her body in the orchard where she had been asking to be buried, without fuss, without registration or ceremony, just as she wanted.
It was towards the end of August that she arranged for her last adventure to begin. Two days later the leather-clad, and hooded Nick dropped off another leather clad soul, saying, “he would collect him next day at 4.” Our leather clad figure drove off. This chap was a small but lithe figure, 5 feet if an inch wiry, dark looking and not hooded, as Nick or Gail had been. He had a broad smile, and a ready wit, evident as after introduction to Nan, he smacked her on the rump and grinning cheekily he asked if she was “on the menu!”
Kelly was behind him and laughed as she said, “No but I am!” then had a fit of coughing.
We sat over coffee, his name was Stephen, and he had a written list of the things he was expected to inflict.
But he looked troubled at the health of his supposed victim. She checked the list, smiled sweetly, nodded, then she enlightened him, that she did not exist in the UK now, and “yes she was ill, terminally ill” and” if he killed her that was no big thing as we were ready to vanish any-body so there would be no legal comeback, though she hoped she had a week or two yet she wanted to experience whatever was on that list and in full, before he left tomorrow!”
He was still unconvinced, so she took his hand and said that, “look Stephen, I will write you a letter saying it is my wish to enjoy a last burst of severe pain and that if I die, well, so be it, will that appease your conscience?” he said it would and she was a brave woman facing death with such a fantastic attitude!” She denied that, saying she was as scared as the next man of the hereafter, but she had no choice, “l am going to die and if not at your hands, at my request in a few weeks my husband will have to kill me rather than I suffer more. So, it`s not bravery it`s just fate!”
The lad gulped, Nan produced a writing pad, and Kelly wrote the necessary letter which he accepted gratefully.
“Look,” he said, “I have a list its true, but just what order and so on do you wish to …well, `enjoy’ if that`s the right words”
They poured over the list then, on the pad she made notes, passing him her `order of battle.’ Times of meals and so on and telling Nan to copy the meal side for her. together we ate, executioner, choreographer, cameraman and housekeeper, all together. The victim took little, as had become her norm now, little and often, though today nerves were a factor! As usual it was fabulous food, and after more coffee Stephen produced a hood, a rubber one this time that would hide his complete identity, after fitting it with my help, he took her proffered hand and she led him away, kissing me as she left, smiling and whispering ominously “just in case!”
I set the computer in train and Dennis joined them as Stephen placed the first wrist in its cuff. Nan soon joined me and together as had become our norm.
He took his time stripping her of her clothing, it was sensuous, slow and gentle, he enjoyed his work, that was obvious, replacing clothes with leather cuffs. He requested that he could see her knicker drawer, and smiling she showed him. From it he discarded frothy lacy knickers, thongs, bikini briefs, and sexy silks, till he found a pair of old but strong knickers she kept for the monthlies she no longer had due to the medication.
He held them up to get the full view for the camera, white nylon, trimmed with blue ribbon, he grinned, then helped her into them, having her twirl for the camera once she had smoothed them in place.
Next, he requested her toy drawer, laughing, she showed him, we had collected vibrators, rabbits, eggs, clamps, dildoes, hand-cuffs, oh you know the sort of stuff, and all top of the range naturally.
They walked hand in hand to the play room, where he had her sit on the doctor`s couch then swing herself into place.
We watched him secure Kelly, with her own help, daintily keeping her arms and legs to the places he indicated for him, while he threaded the cords through the cuff rings.it was a rope binding this time, arms spread, legs wide open in the stirrups, tightly secured, naked except for that pair of large and strong old knickers. Once she was spread-eagled, he took a vibrator, a small egg which he lubricated then slipped deep into her backside, then one of those big Hitachi ones which the knickers held comfortably to her sex, handle against her belly. He paused smiled, then he set both egg and vibe going, the egg buzzing hard and irritatingly, the vibe slow with deeply penetrating pulses throbbing deep into her womb.
Once that had got started and she had begun to absorb the vibrations he sat watching on the ottoman for a while. Then from his leg pocket he produced a black leather covered box, about 9” long and about 4” wide from which slim case he withdrew a set of clamps, the sort like thin pliers, with a ring at each tip and then a bradall, all in stainless steel and embedded in the blue moulded case interior. Her eyes flashed to the tool set and watched with intense care as he advanced to fondle her left nipple, he smiled took the rubbery nipple in his hand and fondled the soft pink/ brown nub till it stiffened still more. Then in a slick move, he slipped on the clamp and deftly sprang it tight onto the nipple causing her to draw breath.
He returned to the little tool box, collected the bradall and some rings. Then turned and explained to the camera that, “it was normal to use a stainless-steel thin needle to pierce a lady`s nipple, its less painful!
To then slip in a stainless or gold ring into the hole, spraying the whole thing with antiseptic, but he explained in this case particularly to cause maximum pain he was using a Bradall, with a thicker shaft and a blunter point!”
He showed the steel shaft a millimetre thick 3” long with a point that was no way particularly sharp.
He quickly turned seized the breast and simply rammed the Bradall from left to right through the teat, her body rose from the couch top accompanied with a loud scream as she showed how his words were oh so very true, without emotion, the clamps came off and the ring was slipped in as he removed the steel shaft, it was a thick and hefty stainless ring which he clamped tight with a small set of pliers, these heavy rings where designed to never be removed.
Without a glance at her he repeated the whole procedure on the other side, on both she screamed, especially as the shaft of the bradall penetrated or as the blood ran back into the squeezed and mutilated nubs when the claps were removed.
He smiled at her and asked if she was comfortable. Her reply was fruity, exact and called question to his parentage.
He smiled sweetly, blew her a kiss and just walked out, he toileted, washed up, then came to the kitchen where Nan realising his absence from the bedroom was now brewing coffee for everyone. He sat with Nan waiting the perk, and asked if she was enjoying the show, she said he was a, “brutal pig,” and he laughed, asking, “if she had been turned on”. Nan coloured up then she admitted that she was `a bit wet.’ And without a `by your leave’, He pulled her to him and slid his arm up under her dress, she did not complain, or even retreat so he simply fetched her off with his obviously strong fingers.
These things take time, and Nan much delayed and on shaky legs now, delivering our coffee while my wife lay writhing in her bonds, unable to escape the vibrations of the two invaders. watched over by a stiff tooled Dennis!
A number of small orgasms had already been filmed, they were arriving in droves now, much closer together, and there was nothing in this world that was going to stop them happening, except those off switches, which was to be unlikely, Stephen being in the kitchen and Dennis behind his camera ordered to only switch them off if she started to fit.
By now it was mid-afternoon and those pulses had been working on her for an hour and a half when Stephen finally returned, by now the egg was literally becoming an irritating pain in the arse, and orgasms ran like a waterfall from the Hitachi, so very suddenly he switched off the great buzzing machine and removed the old knickers by the single simple expedient of cutting them both across and from the waist band down in a t shaped cut using a veg knife he had collected from Nan in the kitchen.
He asked; “had enough?” but she was unable to answer coherently and he grinned as he collected the little tool box and gaily clamped the clamp onto her right labia, her eyes flew open, this was not on any menu she had devised, it had just said piercing on the list, she had not been specific enough, she knew that now, this barbarian was going to adorn her with at least one ring in her precious sex and she was not keen. Before she could protest He began to whistle tunelessly, as he jammed the bradall through the tender recently vibrated lip, WOW, the effect was electric as her arse rose clear of the couch top, as un-perturbed he whistled on, threading the ring through the bloody hole with nonchalant ease the pliers gripped the heavy ring, clamping it before she could drop back, her pain due to the unclamped blood returning to the pierced flesh, being at its height. He clamped the other lip. She finally fell back as the initial burst of pain wore off, in the sure knowledge knowing the other lip was about to suffer.
But he was a craftsman at his chosen trade, and made her wait, lulling his victim into a sense of false hope as he whistled the theme to the dam busters, unphased by her curses and penetrating stare.
It was for her false hope indeed, as he whipped off the clamp and rapidly, that bradall piercing the soft but tough-skin of the labia, forcing its head through, with the whistled musical accompaniment of a happy man enjoying his work, that never missed a single note. Her body again lifted, and her cry echoed round our room like a gull screaming at a cliff.
The ring slid through the bloody hole, and as she was becoming used too, it was clamped hard, with his pliers, and she knew it would accompany her to her grave. He fingered her hood. And her mind went into overdrive as he grinned down at her while she desperately tried to free herself from her bonds though she knew in her heart of hearts it was futile, his laugh contorted the smooth rubber hood, and she resigned herself to whatever he felt he wanted to inflict on her, his forefinger and thumb pinched her clit, tender as it was from the vibrations.
Her eyes telegraphed that this was her most tender nerve centre, her lips screaming NO, NO, NO, but his black rubber mask hid any sign of mercy, and she cried out in vain.
She became aware of that damned egg as it began its dreadful bowel vibration once more, and his whistling, annoying though it was, had restarted.
Knicker-less now he attached the vibrator to the new labia rings with a short length of the blue ribbon recovered from the waist band of the ruined garment.
The rings, set side by side, began to grate on one another and the viberator, transmitting the waves into her as never before, his finger found her clit and she was instantly off once more into the orgasm trail with gusto.
In a strange way, her clit felt relieved, as he had spared her the intense pain of a clit piercing that she was not sure she could have taken. Orgasm on orgasm now began to overtake her, and she u*********sly let herself go, her waters spraying against the Hitachi head and running down the shaft onto the couch, then subsequently dripping to the floor, he laughed at her, humiliating her about her incontinence, laughing at her lack of control, then again pinching her clit and muttering “shall I or shan`t I,” which made her guts quake in fear at his indifference.
He produced a coin flipped it, looked at it as if it mattered, shook his head then snorted and again walked out, leaving her in the arms of yet another orgasm, bemused as to the relief that the coin had bought, and losing her mind to the all-encompassing high.
This time he came to the office the door being open, without a worn, he nodded to me, took Nans hand and took her to the kitchen unzipping his suit, pulling out his rigid circumcised tool and making her kneel and begin to suck on the throbbing shaft. It was a need, a desperate need, an itch he needed her to scratch, his seed filled her mouth and though she desperately swallowed some dribbled d down her chin.
She stood, and they kissed, then after a moment or two of swapping spit, and fencing tongues he swung her round lifted her dress, slid her brief panties down and without adoo or ceremony he slipped her his rapidly reenergised length. The ride was hard, urgent and brutal, they both knew it was not lust and joy, it was needed, necessary and in Nan`s case, she felt it would save her friend from further damaging piercings.
The ride came to a sudden end, her body filled, and her own orgasm flooded her sex as he removed himself, tucked it away matter of factly zipped himself away and strode off back to his victim without a single word spoken.
By now my wife had been secured for somewhere near four hours, vibrated for three or more, and she was near to collapse. He sat watching her, for a while, then he collected his tools, packing them away so she could see that phase was over...!
He again sat watching her writhe and jerk in her bonds, as yet more waves of joy pulsed through her body, then as if galvanised to action, his mind made up, he reached forward and flipped off the egg, slowing the bigger vibe then finally switching out the thing in a triumphant flourish that left her slowly coming to terms with the unexpected stillness of a vibrator-less world.
The silence was huge as the world settled for her back to reality, he undid the cords, the knots overtight now from her tugging and straining against the restraints, he tenderly lifted her legs from the rests, helping her to stand on wobbly legs on the wet floor.
Dennis switched off, the camera and it was over, Nan appeared helping her friend lover and employer to the shower, Stephen Dennis and I taking a stiff drink in the lounge together silently acknowledging the fact that she had achieved every single item on the seemingly impossible bucket list. Though we all knew there would be a last and more terrible endgame which she would insist on and that I would not be able to refuse., he slept with my wife that night, in our master bedroom, she later saying he was a most considerate lover and a gentleman throughout, they swam together next day, naked as usual, then Nick collected him, and he tearfully was driven away. We never saw either man again.
The weeks past, by August she was taking regular pain relief, but was determined to “enjoy” her last game, Dennis and I had begun formulating an endgame should it be needed, as a sort of plan B. we discussed it with her and it involved her tracks being covered as if she had` gone abroad,’ what happened was she let it be known that she was going to one of those religious places that believer`s flock to for miracles. For that she in theory left via Dover, her passport actually presented by Nan as she left, in a wheelchair making a lot of fuss! She, returning via friends with a yacht and a transfer to our cruiser mid channel, so in theory she had vanished, in Europe Nan returning by Eurostar on her own.
Faze 1 was over.
We could now lose her body in the orchard where she had been asking to be buried, without fuss, without registration or ceremony, just as she wanted.
It was towards the end of August that she arranged for her last adventure to begin. Two days later the leather-clad, and hooded Nick dropped off another leather clad soul, saying, “he would collect him next day at 4.” Our leather clad figure drove off. This chap was a small but lithe figure, 5 feet if an inch wiry, dark looking and not hooded, as Nick or Gail had been. He had a broad smile, and a ready wit, evident as after introduction to Nan, he smacked her on the rump and grinning cheekily he asked if she was “on the menu!”
Kelly was behind him and laughed as she said, “No but I am!” then had a fit of coughing.
We sat over coffee, his name was Stephen, and he had a written list of the things he was expected to inflict.
But he looked troubled at the health of his supposed victim. She checked the list, smiled sweetly, nodded, then she enlightened him, that she did not exist in the UK now, and “yes she was ill, terminally ill” and” if he killed her that was no big thing as we were ready to vanish any-body so there would be no legal comeback, though she hoped she had a week or two yet she wanted to experience whatever was on that list and in full, before he left tomorrow!”
He was still unconvinced, so she took his hand and said that, “look Stephen, I will write you a letter saying it is my wish to enjoy a last burst of severe pain and that if I die, well, so be it, will that appease your conscience?” he said it would and she was a brave woman facing death with such a fantastic attitude!” She denied that, saying she was as scared as the next man of the hereafter, but she had no choice, “l am going to die and if not at your hands, at my request in a few weeks my husband will have to kill me rather than I suffer more. So, it`s not bravery it`s just fate!”
The lad gulped, Nan produced a writing pad, and Kelly wrote the necessary letter which he accepted gratefully.
“Look,” he said, “I have a list its true, but just what order and so on do you wish to …well, `enjoy’ if that`s the right words”
They poured over the list then, on the pad she made notes, passing him her `order of battle.’ Times of meals and so on and telling Nan to copy the meal side for her. together we ate, executioner, choreographer, cameraman and housekeeper, all together. The victim took little, as had become her norm now, little and often, though today nerves were a factor! As usual it was fabulous food, and after more coffee Stephen produced a hood, a rubber one this time that would hide his complete identity, after fitting it with my help, he took her proffered hand and she led him away, kissing me as she left, smiling and whispering ominously “just in case!”
I set the computer in train and Dennis joined them as Stephen placed the first wrist in its cuff. Nan soon joined me and together as had become our norm.
He took his time stripping her of her clothing, it was sensuous, slow and gentle, he enjoyed his work, that was obvious, replacing clothes with leather cuffs. He requested that he could see her knicker drawer, and smiling she showed him. From it he discarded frothy lacy knickers, thongs, bikini briefs, and sexy silks, till he found a pair of old but strong knickers she kept for the monthlies she no longer had due to the medication.
He held them up to get the full view for the camera, white nylon, trimmed with blue ribbon, he grinned, then helped her into them, having her twirl for the camera once she had smoothed them in place.
Next, he requested her toy drawer, laughing, she showed him, we had collected vibrators, rabbits, eggs, clamps, dildoes, hand-cuffs, oh you know the sort of stuff, and all top of the range naturally.
They walked hand in hand to the play room, where he had her sit on the doctor`s couch then swing herself into place.
We watched him secure Kelly, with her own help, daintily keeping her arms and legs to the places he indicated for him, while he threaded the cords through the cuff rings.it was a rope binding this time, arms spread, legs wide open in the stirrups, tightly secured, naked except for that pair of large and strong old knickers. Once she was spread-eagled, he took a vibrator, a small egg which he lubricated then slipped deep into her backside, then one of those big Hitachi ones which the knickers held comfortably to her sex, handle against her belly. He paused smiled, then he set both egg and vibe going, the egg buzzing hard and irritatingly, the vibe slow with deeply penetrating pulses throbbing deep into her womb.
Once that had got started and she had begun to absorb the vibrations he sat watching on the ottoman for a while. Then from his leg pocket he produced a black leather covered box, about 9” long and about 4” wide from which slim case he withdrew a set of clamps, the sort like thin pliers, with a ring at each tip and then a bradall, all in stainless steel and embedded in the blue moulded case interior. Her eyes flashed to the tool set and watched with intense care as he advanced to fondle her left nipple, he smiled took the rubbery nipple in his hand and fondled the soft pink/ brown nub till it stiffened still more. Then in a slick move, he slipped on the clamp and deftly sprang it tight onto the nipple causing her to draw breath.
He returned to the little tool box, collected the bradall and some rings. Then turned and explained to the camera that, “it was normal to use a stainless-steel thin needle to pierce a lady`s nipple, its less painful!
To then slip in a stainless or gold ring into the hole, spraying the whole thing with antiseptic, but he explained in this case particularly to cause maximum pain he was using a Bradall, with a thicker shaft and a blunter point!”
He showed the steel shaft a millimetre thick 3” long with a point that was no way particularly sharp.
He quickly turned seized the breast and simply rammed the Bradall from left to right through the teat, her body rose from the couch top accompanied with a loud scream as she showed how his words were oh so very true, without emotion, the clamps came off and the ring was slipped in as he removed the steel shaft, it was a thick and hefty stainless ring which he clamped tight with a small set of pliers, these heavy rings where designed to never be removed.
Without a glance at her he repeated the whole procedure on the other side, on both she screamed, especially as the shaft of the bradall penetrated or as the blood ran back into the squeezed and mutilated nubs when the claps were removed.
He smiled at her and asked if she was comfortable. Her reply was fruity, exact and called question to his parentage.
He smiled sweetly, blew her a kiss and just walked out, he toileted, washed up, then came to the kitchen where Nan realising his absence from the bedroom was now brewing coffee for everyone. He sat with Nan waiting the perk, and asked if she was enjoying the show, she said he was a, “brutal pig,” and he laughed, asking, “if she had been turned on”. Nan coloured up then she admitted that she was `a bit wet.’ And without a `by your leave’, He pulled her to him and slid his arm up under her dress, she did not complain, or even retreat so he simply fetched her off with his obviously strong fingers.
These things take time, and Nan much delayed and on shaky legs now, delivering our coffee while my wife lay writhing in her bonds, unable to escape the vibrations of the two invaders. watched over by a stiff tooled Dennis!
A number of small orgasms had already been filmed, they were arriving in droves now, much closer together, and there was nothing in this world that was going to stop them happening, except those off switches, which was to be unlikely, Stephen being in the kitchen and Dennis behind his camera ordered to only switch them off if she started to fit.
By now it was mid-afternoon and those pulses had been working on her for an hour and a half when Stephen finally returned, by now the egg was literally becoming an irritating pain in the arse, and orgasms ran like a waterfall from the Hitachi, so very suddenly he switched off the great buzzing machine and removed the old knickers by the single simple expedient of cutting them both across and from the waist band down in a t shaped cut using a veg knife he had collected from Nan in the kitchen.
He asked; “had enough?” but she was unable to answer coherently and he grinned as he collected the little tool box and gaily clamped the clamp onto her right labia, her eyes flew open, this was not on any menu she had devised, it had just said piercing on the list, she had not been specific enough, she knew that now, this barbarian was going to adorn her with at least one ring in her precious sex and she was not keen. Before she could protest He began to whistle tunelessly, as he jammed the bradall through the tender recently vibrated lip, WOW, the effect was electric as her arse rose clear of the couch top, as un-perturbed he whistled on, threading the ring through the bloody hole with nonchalant ease the pliers gripped the heavy ring, clamping it before she could drop back, her pain due to the unclamped blood returning to the pierced flesh, being at its height. He clamped the other lip. She finally fell back as the initial burst of pain wore off, in the sure knowledge knowing the other lip was about to suffer.
But he was a craftsman at his chosen trade, and made her wait, lulling his victim into a sense of false hope as he whistled the theme to the dam busters, unphased by her curses and penetrating stare.
It was for her false hope indeed, as he whipped off the clamp and rapidly, that bradall piercing the soft but tough-skin of the labia, forcing its head through, with the whistled musical accompaniment of a happy man enjoying his work, that never missed a single note. Her body again lifted, and her cry echoed round our room like a gull screaming at a cliff.
The ring slid through the bloody hole, and as she was becoming used too, it was clamped hard, with his pliers, and she knew it would accompany her to her grave. He fingered her hood. And her mind went into overdrive as he grinned down at her while she desperately tried to free herself from her bonds though she knew in her heart of hearts it was futile, his laugh contorted the smooth rubber hood, and she resigned herself to whatever he felt he wanted to inflict on her, his forefinger and thumb pinched her clit, tender as it was from the vibrations.
Her eyes telegraphed that this was her most tender nerve centre, her lips screaming NO, NO, NO, but his black rubber mask hid any sign of mercy, and she cried out in vain.
She became aware of that damned egg as it began its dreadful bowel vibration once more, and his whistling, annoying though it was, had restarted.
Knicker-less now he attached the vibrator to the new labia rings with a short length of the blue ribbon recovered from the waist band of the ruined garment.
The rings, set side by side, began to grate on one another and the viberator, transmitting the waves into her as never before, his finger found her clit and she was instantly off once more into the orgasm trail with gusto.
In a strange way, her clit felt relieved, as he had spared her the intense pain of a clit piercing that she was not sure she could have taken. Orgasm on orgasm now began to overtake her, and she u*********sly let herself go, her waters spraying against the Hitachi head and running down the shaft onto the couch, then subsequently dripping to the floor, he laughed at her, humiliating her about her incontinence, laughing at her lack of control, then again pinching her clit and muttering “shall I or shan`t I,” which made her guts quake in fear at his indifference.
He produced a coin flipped it, looked at it as if it mattered, shook his head then snorted and again walked out, leaving her in the arms of yet another orgasm, bemused as to the relief that the coin had bought, and losing her mind to the all-encompassing high.
This time he came to the office the door being open, without a worn, he nodded to me, took Nans hand and took her to the kitchen unzipping his suit, pulling out his rigid circumcised tool and making her kneel and begin to suck on the throbbing shaft. It was a need, a desperate need, an itch he needed her to scratch, his seed filled her mouth and though she desperately swallowed some dribbled d down her chin.
She stood, and they kissed, then after a moment or two of swapping spit, and fencing tongues he swung her round lifted her dress, slid her brief panties down and without adoo or ceremony he slipped her his rapidly reenergised length. The ride was hard, urgent and brutal, they both knew it was not lust and joy, it was needed, necessary and in Nan`s case, she felt it would save her friend from further damaging piercings.
The ride came to a sudden end, her body filled, and her own orgasm flooded her sex as he removed himself, tucked it away matter of factly zipped himself away and strode off back to his victim without a single word spoken.
By now my wife had been secured for somewhere near four hours, vibrated for three or more, and she was near to collapse. He sat watching her, for a while, then he collected his tools, packing them away so she could see that phase was over...!
He again sat watching her writhe and jerk in her bonds, as yet more waves of joy pulsed through her body, then as if galvanised to action, his mind made up, he reached forward and flipped off the egg, slowing the bigger vibe then finally switching out the thing in a triumphant flourish that left her slowly coming to terms with the unexpected stillness of a vibrator-less world.
The silence was huge as the world settled for her back to reality, he undid the cords, the knots overtight now from her tugging and straining against the restraints, he tenderly lifted her legs from the rests, helping her to stand on wobbly legs on the wet floor.
Dennis switched off, the camera and it was over, Nan appeared helping her friend lover and employer to the shower, Stephen Dennis and I taking a stiff drink in the lounge together silently acknowledging the fact that she had achieved every single item on the seemingly impossible bucket list. Though we all knew there would be a last and more terrible endgame which she would insist on and that I would not be able to refuse., he slept with my wife that night, in our master bedroom, she later saying he was a most considerate lover and a gentleman throughout, they swam together next day, naked as usual, then Nick collected him, and he tearfully was driven away. We never saw either man again.
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