I felt tired, exhausted, drained, but I was relieved. The car was speeding along the forest
path, and the bumps were throwing me around. The Marquis was still holding me close. I looked at Lalielou and
wondered what she was wearing. I could see that something was wrong, but my brain was working in slow motion,
and I didn't understand what was bothering me about her clothes.
I closed my eyes, trying to get my thoughts back in order, but I couldn't. My
logic refused to start functioning normally again. I let myself be lulled by the jolts of the car. It finally reached the end of
the path and turned onto the road.
- Foot to the floor e541! said the Marquis, glancing at the driver. The sooner we get to the castle, the better!
- Good, Master, replied e541, accelerating the car to the maximum of its possibilities.
.
The fitter yelled and the car immediately leaped onto the road. The trees were passing by at a crazy speed and the
low sun, passing between the bare trunks, hypnotized me.
That name rang a bell, e541, I knew that registration number, e541, but where? I couldn't remember. I looked at the
driver's back, but his silhouette didn't ring a bell.
At that moment, he turned around, perhaps feeling my gaze on the back of his neck, and smiled at me.
No, that face didn't mean anything to me either, and yet I knew I knew e541, but from where, impossible to
remember. "Later the explanations," the Marquis had said later. I stopped thinking, and waited in the arms of the
protective Marquis for us to finally arrive.
At the speed e541 was traveling it wasn't that long, and already in the distance the large building, imposing by its
architecture, was looming. But soon the surrounding woods hid it from us and we set off on the tree-lined path that I
recognized immediately. It was the same one I had taken a few days earlier at the wheel of my own car, my head
and heart full of dreams.
The tires squealed as e541 stopped the car at the foot of the steps. He immediately went out
and rushed to open the door for his Master, who still hadn't let go of me and who carried me towards the house. I
turned my head towards Lalielou, looking for her. She was following us with a strange gait. But what was wrong? I
turned towards the house. The Marquis went through the main door and, before he had even arrived at the large
living room towards which he was heading with a quick step, Marie the cook was rushing to meet us.
- Ah! Monsieur le Marquis, you took it back from her, is she all right? Didn't that oaf hurt her at least? You broke
her gu...
- MARRIED !
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- Excuse me, Mr. Marquis, but tell me how the little one is, did you arrive in time for...
- That's enough, Marie, let me pass and go and prepare him a grog, or something hot, and take it into the main
living room! Bring me a cognac too and... and you, he asked Lalielou, turning to her, would you like something
hot too?
- Yes, Mr. Marquis, if possible, a nice hot tea, thank you.
- Come on Marie, and bring it all to us as quickly as possible!
- Oh yes, Mr. Marquis, right away, the poor little thing, the poor little thing, all the same! This sort of thing is
not done! What a crowd! What a crowd! She mumbled, lamented, heading as fast as she could towards the
kitchens.
I watched her walk away, perplexed. Who would have thought that this woman had a heart? I was still amazed
when we entered the living room. The Marquis finally placed me in a deep armchair and wrapped the blanket he
had taken from the carriage around my shoulders. I was naked, and although a good fire was burning in the large
fireplace, my teeth were chattering. Lalielou sat on the rug near the armchair and never took her eyes off me. The
Marquis made me stand up, took off the blanket and examined every part of my body. Feeling it, feeling it, he asked
me if I was in pain,, if everything was all right. I told him no, I wasn't in pain anywhere, but that my brain refused to
give me the answers that were swirling around in my head and that I was still wondering how I had gotten there.
.
- We'll tell you all about it! For now, pull yourself together, rest, warm up.
I settled myself in the hollow of the armchair, I plunged my gaze into the hearth. The flames danced, sang, warmed
me. Marie arrived with a large tray on which two large bowls were smoking. She placed it on the low table, served
the best vintage cognac to the Marquis and the steaming tea to Lalielou who thanked her. She grabbed the last
bowl and wanted to make me drink. I thanked her, but told her that I could make it myself, she seemed disappointed
and handed it to me:
- Are you sure, little one? Are you going to be okay?
- Yes, Madam Marie, I assure you, thank you very much.
I took the bowl from his hands, and its warmth felt good. I wrapped my frozen fingers around it and brought it to my
mouth. It smelled good, I smelled the steam rising from it and carefully dipped my lips into it. I felt the sip descend
and communicate its warmth to me, I felt invigorated as I drank.
The cook stood there smiling as
she watched me drink. e541 came in and asked the Marquis if they should call the police.
- no e541, I will take care of this matter myself first, then we will see what we will do.
Then turning to the two of us sitting next to each other, he asked:
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- explain to me how we got here!
,
Lalielou looked at me, looked at the Marquis and began to tell him about her escape, the clothes, how she had
knocked Elvire unconscious, then left the house, her run towards the forest, and finally her meeting with e541 who
had found and crossed a half-collapsed wall.
- Until I crossed e541 in the woods, she continued, I didn't know if I had taken the right direction, Monsieur le
Marquis. He then called you and we got back to the car which, by
golly, wasn't that far from where I had arrived. It didn't take long to get to you. But, with the shoes I had, I
wasn't moving fast enough and e541 ended up carrying me to your car. There you have my part of this story,
Mr. Marquis!
- Well, I'll tell you what you're missing, e541 you'll tell me if I forget anything.
- Yes Master.
I looked at them both, still this emptiness in my head, this name e541 which called out to me and this face which
meant nothing to me, but at least, now, I knew what had troubled me so much about Lalielou.
The Marquis crossed his fingers and looked at us in turn, as if to carefully weigh the words he was going to say, to
follow the thread of the story:
- When I left you in the cage, we went into the living room to have one last snack before the Count went home.
We chatted for a bit, and then he wanted to leave. Then, like every evening, I went to my private library to read
an old book I had started the day before.
I was there, for I don't know how long, when I heard the car. I came out of the library and Walter was running
towards me, telling me that you had just been kidnapped.
At first I didn't understand... taken away? from my house? And then I came to my senses and asked Walter to get
my horse ready. I rushed into the pantry to put on a coat and ran to the stables. Walter had barely finished saddling
my fastest horse when I jumped on top to set off at full gallop. I knew it was the Count, it could only be him! So I
took shortcuts, which on horseback it was easier to take than by car. I hoped to arrive at his manor before him. But
it didn't happen and I could only watch, helpless, as the 4X4 parked and the gates closed before I could get through.
I was furious, if I had been armed I think that..., but he was carrying you, he said turning to me.
I lowered my head, worried if he was mad at me. But no reproach came from his lips.
He clenched his fists and continued his story.
- I returned to the castle. Walter was waiting for me, everyone was there and waiting for your news that I was
unable to give them. Marie even cried, she is so hard on you in normal times, she was pacing in circles in her
kitchen, where we had all gone, like a caged lion. We finalized our plan, e541 would drive the carriage. Serf69,
e722 and my sturdy Walter would be the ones who would enter with me in
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the house that I easily describe to them, the Count having done me the honor several times of
inviting me there, I knew where to find you.
He stopped long enough for the cook to pour him another glass and offer us another cup of tea for
Lalielou and another grog for me. Then, swirling the amber liquid in his crystal glass, the Marquis
continued his story:
- We were almost at the Count's manor, but we stopped in a small path and e541 went to look for
another possible exit. I continued on foot with serf69, Walter and e722, leaving the car. We followed
the wall to realize that the large gate was not even closed. It was at this moment that e541 called
me from his cell phone (which I gave him back for the occasion) to tell me that he had found one of
the prisoners. I ordered him to join the car with her and to come as quickly as possible in front of
the house while keeping the engine running and to position himself in the direction of travel.
We continued, carefully skirting the bushes and hedges. This is how we approached the house without
being spotted. We rushed up the stairs that lead to its keep, and in the same breath we entered by
, for life. When I grabbed you, you were
force, arriving just in time to prevent the Count from marking you
so scared, you were screaming so much that I was afraid that by pushing the executioner's arm holding
the iron, he would still hit you! I hoped that e541 had time to come back with the car and that he was
waiting for us outside. Everything depended on him. When I went out, he was there, the door open
. He was waiting for us and we were able to return here to the castle. There you go, you know the rest.
all .
We all fell silent, lost in our own thoughts. I started to cry softly again. Lalielou stood up and took me in
her arms, stroked my hair, and wiped away my tears.
- I think that for the moment the only thing to do is to rest to recover from your emotions.
MARY! he called, take ,them to their room, let them rest. I'll expect you this
evening for dinner, he told us, I have things to do at the moment.
Marie signaled us to follow her. We got up and followed her with a little apprehension, but her gaze was
watchful, we saw her in a different light.
A hot, fragrant bath awaited us. The bathtub, large enough, welcomed us both. We
slipped voluptuously into it, one at each end of the tub, when the door slowly opened. A woman came
in, looked at us both in the same bath, smiled and almost timidly said to us:
- Hello, I am e46, who you also know as Laetitia.
- Laetitia! The name was said at the same time, in one voice. , the one in the castle?
- Yes, of course, I'm just passing through, as I rarely come here. I wanted to welcome you, but I didn't have
time! I'm sorry about what happened
, to you!
- But you're not responsible for it, Laetitia. Don't worry, and besides, Monsieur le Marquis saved us.
We're here now! Everything will be fine!
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- Yes, I know, I'm leaving you, vanilla life obligations are calling me, I just wanted to say hello
before I leave. Goodbye to you both.
- goodbye Laetitia, see you soon maybe?
- Goodbye e46, yes see you soon on the site. I told her with a wink. She smiled at us and left as
she had entered, discreetly.
Lalielou looked at me, smiled and tickled my sex with her toes. I laughed and tried to slip into hers but
she blocked my entrance with her other foot. So I lifted my leg and gently moved it up, underwater,
over her thighs to her stomach and, lying down, to her breasts. She didn't move and let me do it. She
tickled my clitoris and I tickled her nipples which immediately began to harden.
Suddenly, carried away by my gesture and my position, my buttocks slid to the bottom of the bathtub
and I found myself completely lying down, legs in the air, head under water and my sex against hers.
I tried to grab the edges to straighten up but it was Lalielou who grabbed me and made me come
back to the surface. I couldn't see anything anymore. Foam had run over my eyes and I couldn't see
anything anymore. Lalielou started to laugh all she knew, grumbling a little about my clumsiness, but
I ended up imitating her as she laughed heartily.
.
We were laughing more than we should have. We couldn't stop. There was water everywhere,
and every time we said something, even something trivial, we would burst into laughter again. My ribs
and cheeks were aching. I got out of the bathtub with that uncontrollable laughter still in my guts.
Lalielou followed me and we threw ourselves on the bed, without even drying ourselves. Tears were
rolling down our cheeks. It felt good to laugh like that, to laugh until we were out of breath.
We embraced, hugging, looking at each other as if to rediscover each other, our tongues mingled in
tender kisses. I don't know which of us fell asleep first. It was the cook who woke us up to go down
for dinner.
- already! we exclaimed at the same time.
She gave us clothes chosen by the Marquis, as well as a pair of pumps.
- Is that all? Lalielou asked, looking at what she had brought us. I also looked at the garment in question and
realized that, in fact, it was just a tunic. A tunic, certainly in a magnificent, colorful fabric, but a tunic all the
same.
- The Marquis wants you to wear this! That's all!
So we put on the tunics, they reached barely below our buttocks, were slit on the sides, had a neckline
that went down to the navel. A golden tie served as a belt. More tender than us in this garment, there
was no one.
- Go, go, Marie urged us, put on your shoes and follow me.
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We arrived in the great hall at the same time as the Marquis. He looked at us, asked us
to turn around, to bend down. Which we did, knowing full well that our buttocks were thus exposed, uncovered by
the position.
- Good, good, perfect! At the table he called out cheerfully.
, did good to the body and the heart. Walter served us more than enough of one
The meal was very welcome and
of the best wines in the château and as the meal progressed we laughed more and more. The Marquis made
jokes which made us burst into bursts of laughter, probably exaggerated.
My head was starting to spin, my ears were hot.
The Marquis suddenly ordered us to get up and go wait for him in the living room. I got up with great care; my
legs felt as if they were all weak. Walter helped me and offered me his arm to get up and led me to the fireplace
in the living room. He let
me slide onto the carpet. I looked up at him:
- stay there , he told me, I'll be back.
In fact, he came back with a Lalielou in the same state as me, still smiling from the last joke and the last drink.
She saw me on the carpet and Walter made her sit down too.
my sides. We looked at each other and giggled to see each other there. Monsieur le Marquis sat in the armchair
closest to us and waited. With the wine helping, I felt very good, my senses heightened, the logs in the fireplace
crackled, the soft lights of the room offered a velvety, refined atmosphere. We were both there sitting at the feet
of the Marquis, who himself was sitting in his armchair. Walter finally arrived with the cigars and the digestif which
he handed to his master. The Marquis sipped the nectar, silently.
He would draw on his cigar
from time to time and I would watch the smoke curl and rise towards the ceiling in graceful swirls.
I was still smiling, I was fine. I wasn't marked, the Marquis had saved me in time.
I had found Lalielou again. I turned my gaze towards her. She was looking at me. I placed my hand on her folded
thigh. Her skin was warm and soft. I stroked her slowly, she didn't move, letting me do it. I felt her shudder. She
looked down at my hand as it slowly moved up towards the crease made by her thigh and her hip. She didn't
straighten her leg but lay down on the carpet and remained on her side. She looked at me with a slight smile on
her lips. I didn't take my eyes off her, approaching slowly, very slowly, her mouth. I didn't dare go any further. I
wanted, I needed to feel the softness of her lips on mine. I looked down at them. They were beautiful, full, supple,
sensual, slightly open as if to invite me to continue my descent.
I leaned over, leaning on one arm. My hand left her thigh to follow the graceful curve of her
hip, to the hollow of her waist, up along her ribs. I paused for a moment under her breast, appreciating its softness
and velvety texture. With one finger I circled the swelling nipple. I looked at her, hesitant. She took my hand and
placed it herself on her breast. It was soft, warm and tender. The flames of fire danced and crackled in the hearth,
creating waves of changing shadows and lights on our bodies. The soft carpet beneath us served as a bed.
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I had forgotten the Marquis's presence. Only Lalielou, only Lalielou's body had meaning, had
importance for me at that precise moment. She encouraged me with her eyes and with her hand
on mine. I leaned gently towards her and delicately placed my mouth on her lips. She opened her
mouth slightly, her tongue forced mine. I let her do it and we kissed in a long, a very long kiss. It
was my first kiss as a woman.
My stomach quivered, a thousand butterflies fluttered inside and caressed me from the inside.
Lalielou's kiss was tender, sweet, languid. I moved down her chin, slipped under her neck. I loved
Lalielou's smell, I loved that woman's smell.
When I took her tender nipple in my mouth, she reared up a little. I moved my hand down her
stomach, over her smooth pubis. She made it easier for me to access her sex by spreading her
legs. I felt her warmth, I gently parted her lips, searched for and found her clitoris which was
already hard. I took it between two fingers, had fun with it, turned it around. I dived into her wet
cave to wet my finger and started to tickle her love button again.
.
I was trembling with fear of doing wrong, I wanted to give her pleasure. I slowly lowered my head, approached, and
without the slightest hesitation, placed a kiss on her pubis. She placed her hand on my head and with a slight
pressure, made me go down even lower. I did not resist, went down and placed my lips on her sex. It was the first
time that my mouth kissed a woman's sex.
I liked the smell, I liked the texture of her lips, I liked the little bump of her clitoris, I darted my
tongue between her lips, and tasted it. I liked that too.
So without further inhibition, I took her in my mouth. I pushed my tongue as far as I could, brought
it up to attack her clitoris, she moaned, writhed, undulated. She pressed my head against her with
both hands. She guided me to make her pleasure grow and blossom. My nose feasted on her
scent, my tongue alternately taunted, tickled, released, resumed. I sucked her now turgid clitoris.
I ran a hand under her buttocks to press her even harder against me.
I drank her sap at the very source, I drank her pleasure. I was just as excited as she was, I felt my
sex open by itself and I was as wet as if I had been caressed myself. My head was spinning,
. drunk as I was with this sex offered to my mouth. I felt Lalielou tense up. Her hands tightened
on me. Her body tensed like a bow and her pleasure came in a long and powerful cry. I continued
to caress her, I felt the contractions of her vagina around my tongue, pressing my head against
her, squeezing her with my hand so that her jolts would not take me off her.
Little by little she calmed down, I slowed down my caresses. I became tender, I made love to
myself. She still jumped every time my tongue passed over her button, electrified by her pleasure.
She removed her hands from my head, took my face and forced me back up towards her.
She looked at me, smiled at me. She kissed me passionately, this time I kissed her back.
I lay down against her. She was still shivering, she had goosebumps and I laughed as I ran a hand
over her stomach. The fire was still dancing. The fire was still singing near us. The Marquis was
looking at us, smiling. Slowly the wine was doing its work.
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We fell asleep in each other's arms, at the feet of the Marquis, who had said nothing, who had done nothing. I felt
a blanket being placed over our entwined bodies. I gave thanks in a half-sleep, kissed Lalielou on the neck, and
fell asleep for good, there, in the hollow of her...
I don't know how long we were allowed to sleep, too little for my liking, when they came to shake us roughly.
- Stand up, slaves!
We both jumped up at the same time, wondering what was going on. We were just waking from a dreamless sleep.
The fire had gone out, but the room was still warm. The Marquis's armchair was empty. Dawn was breaking,
casting a pale glow over the entire living room. I was hungry. I looked up and saw Walter standing over us. I
wondered what he wanted and why he had shouted like that.
- Stand up, I told you, I don't like to repeat the same thing twice.
He took his hands out from behind his back, he was holding a riding crop. I shuddered. I looked at Lalielou, she
didn't understand what was happening any more than I did. We stood up together, unsure of what awaited us. We
were still naked. I immediately put my hands behind my back, waiting for what would happen next! Lalielou was a
little late, Walter approached her and whipped her hard on the thigh, she screamed;
- I said hands behind my back!
She didn't need to be told twice, but the urge to rub the spot where the whip had fallen must have been strong.
She didn't, just moaned and writhed. Walter pushed us toward the door.
- The Master is waiting for you, you must not keep him waiting! Go faster than that!
We walked ahead of Walter, who led us to the kitchen. The Marquis was there, sitting at one end of the long table,
having breakfast. He showed us the benches on either side
and told us to sit down:
- I have to talk to you, my little female dogs, he told us without preamble. To get you back from the Count, I
had to do things that were not planned, you made me waste my time, caused expenses, I had to disrupt the
entire organization of my slaves' tasks, divert them from what they were supposed to do for me, they lost time
too, and I had to punish them for what had not been done
.
- but it wasn't their fault...
- No, indeed it wasn't, but that doesn't change anything! Their work wasn't done, even if it wasn't their fault!
So for all that I have to punish you in turn since you are the ones truly responsible for all this!
- But, Mr. Marquis, I tried to reply, it's not our fault either, it's Mr. Count who...
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- Silence, female dog! I shrank my head into my shoulders and shut up immediately!
- Especially you! It's your fault that all this happened, you lustful slave! If the Count hadn't fallen for you, we
wouldn't be here!
He fell silent, he was trembling. I felt he was about to explode. But why was he so angry! I
I didn't understand and I thought what he was saying was very unfair of him. I couldn't help it, if the Count wanted
me, wanted me so much that he was even ready to kidnap me and mark me for it. Mark me like a medieval slave
who was branded like cattle. I couldn't help it if in his delirium he had dragged Lalielou with me. Why was the
Marquis so angry with me? What had I done to deserve it? I really didn't understand, but he was my Master,
temporarily, and I had to not ask questions and accept whatever he decided for me, at least until My Master came
to get me. How much longer would I have to be there, in the castle under the Marquis's influence? I didn't even
know what day it was anymore.
I didn't know how much longer we had left to live here. I had lost all my bearings.
I began to cry softly, thinking of my Master. Did he know everything that had happened to me?
How I wish he had been there to console me, to comfort me. The Marquis looked at us both in turn.
- you will both be punished for all this mess! I invited some friends and I will give you to them, but you will not
see them, you will not know how many there are or who they are, they will be able to do with you whatever they
want, I will be one of them and Walter too!
- Mr. Marquis, please! NO! Don't do that!
Lalielou seemed to shrink onto the bench! I jumped up, rushed towards him, and knelt at the Marquis's feet. I took
his ankles in my hands and laid my head on them:
- I beg you, Mr. Marquis, we will do whatever you want! Don't do this! Please!
- That's it! What I want, you're right, I'll do it! So you'll do what I tell you to do and Lalielou too, you're still mine,
I can do with you what I want,, and for the moment I want to give you to my friends and my servant! That's what
I like you to do for me! Walter! he called, you know what you have to do
- Yes sir, I know, they will be ready for their arrival!
- oh no, I moan without realizing it!
- GOOD ,"Gagle that one," the Marquis said to him, pointing at me, "under the mask! I don't want
to hear her anymore! Just moan!"
- Yes sir!
- Follow me, Walter told us!
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I straightened up, looked at the Marquis, trying one last time to make him change his mind, but
he didn't even look at me anymore, he was already getting up and leaving the kitchen! I turned
towards Lalielou, she was standing and waiting for me. Walter raised his riding crop. I didn't give
him time to use it and got up too and followed him. He led us into the bathroom.
There was a narrow table covered with a white sheet and next to it, a woman.
- You've been here for several days and the Marquis wants you smooth and clean for his
friends, they really like that, they're connoisseurs!
I turned to look at him, to see if he was serious about that. He didn't seem to be laughing.
- you will do it everywhere, they must be smooth everywhere, you understand?
- Of course sir, they won't have a single hair from under their arms to the tips of their toes,
including their pussy and their ass.
I looked at her, surprised, how could someone speak so crudely?
- Okay, settle down here and I don't want any noise, no shouting, no moaning. I like to work
in silence! She looked at us, go faster than that!
Lalielou was the first to get on the table, she sat down and the beautician immediately started waxing. I wondered
what I should do while waiting for my turn. Walter then showed me a corner of the bathroom with the ,whip
outstretched.
- You kneel there and wait your turn without moving or speaking, understand?
- Yes sir, I'll wait, I replied, heading towards the place he had indicated.
I knelt on the cold pavement of the bathroom, sat back on my heels, and bowed my head to wait
my turn. I didn't dare move, or even look at Lalielou,
Walter stood there and checked every stage of the hair removal, making him do it again if he wasn't satisfied. The
beautician had to finish with tweezers several times before he was finally happy with the result.
He looked everywhere, not forgetting any place, not even the most intimate.
Lalielou finally got down from the table. We swapped places. I had trouble getting up, I didn't
know how long I'd been there but my knees were stiff and painful, but I didn't say anything. I
smiled at Lalielou when she passed by and brushed against me with her hand. I winced as I
climbed onto the table but didn't say a word. I sat down and let them do it, turning around when
asked, Walter always checked! I no longer felt that embarrassment, that modesty I had when I
first arrived at the castle.
At least it was much weaker and I managed to control it and expose myself to Walter's eyes.
When everything was finished and he was satisfied with the work, he told us to take a shower
and return, naked, to the kitchens where the cook would serve us a meal.
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- and don't hang around, no question of caressing yourself, or making yourself come alone.
You must keep that for Monsieur le Marquis's friends, he stopped, ,looked at us both and
added with a smile, and for me!
He left the bathroom. The beautician was putting her things away and wasn't bothering with us
anymore, we took our shower as quickly as possible. We entered the kitchen naked a few
minutes later. We waited for Marie to tell us we could sit down. She was finishing preparing a
hearty breakfast. The smell awakened a wolf's hunger in me.
- Come on, ladies, come sit down and eat. Monsieur le Marquis wants you to eat well, you
won't have another chance by this evening! So don't deprive yourselves, go ahead happily,
my darlings!
- we won't eat lunch today, but it's still early!
- that's why you have to eat well, hee hee this afternoon you'll be too busy to do it!
She looked at us and laughed heartily. She was as excited as a flea. She was wandering around her kitchen, going
back and forth from a saucepan to a pot where dishes were already simmering. She laughed, stopped, looked at us
for a moment and laughed even more. We wondered what put her in such a good mood, what Monsieur le Marquis
had in store for us to put her in such a state? But I was too hungry to ask myself any questions, I threw myself on
the basket of croissants; they were warm, they smelled good, the coffee too. I finished a very sweet freshly
squeezed orange
, juice. Lalielou wasn't hiding her pleasure either. The cook had started to hum, she sang as well
as a boiling saucepan. We both looked at each other, and it was our turn to laugh out loud. Satisfied, we had almost
forgotten the Marquis's threat.
Walter heard our laughter and stood in the doorway. He looked at us
and I had the greatest difficulty in stopping laughing!
- laugh, laugh! You'll laugh less soon! Here , on your knees right away.
We didn't need to be told twice and we found ourselves at his feet. He had two collars in his
hands and immediately put them around our necks. He attached the leashes to them, which he took out of his
pockets. Then he asked us to hold out our hands towards him. He put leather bracelets on
us with carabiners that he attached to each other behind our backs. Then he asked us to follow him, pulling on our
leashes. He took us to the living room. The Marquis was
there, sitting in the armchair from the day before.
- They're ready, sir! Just as you wanted!
- bring them here!
We approached him,
- Spread your legs, more than that I check your condition, he passed his hand between
our legs, turn around, present me your buttocks while bending down!
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Which we did, a little confused though! He was apparently satisfied.
- Take them to the dungeon, Walter, and finish preparing them. Don't forget to
gag that one!
My cheeks flushed as he pointed at me again.
- Come on, hurry up, they're coming! They'll be here soon!
I started to tremble, suddenly I was really scared. Walter pulled us towards him and made us go up to the dungeon.
He took a fine silk scarf from a shelf and put it on me as a gag.
He was tall and had trouble fitting everything in. He took a leather strap and tied it over my
mouth and tied it behind my head, preventing me from spitting out the scarf. I could only breathe through my
nostrils. My mouth felt as if it were wide open. I couldn't make a single sound, only moan.
After also putting a blindfold on her eyes, he put a hood on Lalielou. He put a
blindfold on me as well and put a hood over me too. I felt it close over me.
, us muffled and attenuated.
With this on our heads, it was impossible for us to see anything; the sounds reached
Gagged, I found myself alone, mute and almost deaf, this hood transformed into a prison, locking me in the
darkness! I felt panic coming. Like a snake, it rose, coiled around my mind. I wanted to scream but couldn't, I shook
myself in all directions. Walter gave me a violent punch in the stomach which took my breath away and brought
me to my knees. I was shaking all over. I didn't understand why I had to be gagged, why these hoods?
I felt Walter tug on my leash. I stood up. He directed me to a spot in the room
and asked me to turn around. He opened the carabiners of my bracelets to close them
immediately in front of me. He tied my arms in the air, my body extended and left me like that. I heard him place
Lalielou on the cross of St Andrew not far from me, then, nothing, silence!
My jaw ached from having my mouth constantly open. I wondered who the Marquis's friends could be. I wondered
if they were the same ones as when we arrived.
If only I could remember what day it was!
Suddenly muffled noises reached me through the hood. Voices, laughter from several people, were approaching. I
tensed in the bonds that encircled my hands. I began to tremble and sweat at the same time. I felt the drops rolling
on my skin, like pearls of dew, they left a cold trail in their path, I shivered.
The voices entered and fell silent as the visitors discovered the spectacle we were both offering them. How many
were there? I couldn't know.
I could hardly hear, and now that they were there, they didn't speak, silently savoring the picture full of sensuality,
eroticism, offering, submission, and vulnerability that they had before their eyes. We were two women bound
together, unable to
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to see, to know who they were, how many there were. We were there, offered and delivered
defenseless to their perverse lust.
I felt them, more than heard them, approaching us. They circled around us in silence, did not touch
us. I understood that they were taking their places in the lounge area of the dungeon. The Marquis
asked Walter to begin the service. I heard the sounds of glasses, of bottles being moved, of liquid
being poured into glasses, the sound of the toast they all made together.
The conversations resumed. I could hear several voices, but the thickness of the hood was really
bothering me. There was no way to tell how many there were, no way to recognize a voice among all
the hubbub.
Then suddenly silence! Worse than the noise, it announced that the punishment was about to begin.
I was expecting the whip, the cane, the martinet, who knows what else! Something the Marquis had
come up with for his pleasure and our misfortune. I waited, tense, for the first blow.
I flinched when hands brushed against me, caressed me. There were too many of
them to belong to just one man. They caressed me, brushed against me, insinuated themselves
inside me, played with my clitoris, felt my taut breasts. I writhed, I moaned, unable to resist the
pleasure that rose and rose. I felt my sex open, flow as the imperious, conquering fingers penetrated
me, played, pinched, pulled on my lips swollen with desire, with pleasure. I breathed heavily, having
difficulty taking in air. I heard a man on my left say:
- this one is ready, we can start.
And while hands continued their infernal dance on me, I clearly heard the hiss of the whip... I tensed in anticipation
of the impact to come.... But nothing reached me but the sound of the strap on Lalielou's back. I heard her moan
in surprise and pain. I could hear the blows falling on her at a steady rhythm. After a while she began to scream
and scream louder and louder. Begging them to stop. But they continued to whip her tirelessly.
Meanwhile the hands continued to caress me, trying to bring me to orgasm. Which would not have
been long in coming, but at the precise moment when I was finally going to come:
- That's good for that one too, said a voice right next to me, enjoying , she is so close to the
the fact that I have to moderate my ardor! Ha! Ha!
"This time it's my turn," I thought. I just wondered if I would be as brave as Lalielou. The first blow
came without me hearing the whip's song. The strap surprised me, it
slipped down my back as soon as it arrived. A tongue of fire! My scream died in the silk gag. My tears flowed
immediately. I opened my eyes wide as if to see through the blindfold and the hood. Another burn made me close
them immediately. I tensed up, vigorously saying "no." My torturers, not hearing me scream, redoubled their ardor
in their blows
, I was shaking
and their myI was
power. headcertain could not hold out, much longer at this rate. I heard Lalielou still
in all Idirections
screaming.
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- What women! What females! They are splendid! And even if this one screams, her sex is dripping! Look at
that! My fingers are glistening with her wetness!
- they are female in the true sense of the word, females submissive to the males that we are! Look at them
tensing, squirming, don't you find it erotic, sensual?
They are as beautiful in pleasure as in pain. I love this kind of female, they are made to be submissive. They
are made to give us their pleasure, their pain, their body is ours before being theirs. They are submissive to
us before even realizing it.
Oh, how I love them!
I received the whip just at the end of his sentence, so it was one of my whippers. I knew there were at least two
of them. The blows fell alternately from one side to the other and did not have the same force. My back was on
fire, my breasts and my stomach too. I turned with each blow, trying in vain to escape the next blow and in doing
so, my breasts or my back. Strangely I noticed to myself that I was offering my stomach in turn that the blows did
, not touch my thighs or my legs, just my body.
I was wondering if Lalielou had the same treatment as me. And then the blows finally stopped.
A man came near me, I felt his hot breath on my neck, he didn't touch me:
- Nod your head to tell me if you want to stop here! But know that if you do, your girlfriend will continue to
receive the rest of the punishment!
I recognized that voice, it was the Marquis's, I was sure of it! Had I really deserved all this just because the Count
had taken me? Lalielou wasn't screaming anymore, were they all waiting for my answer? Or had she fainted?
Could I make her go through all this any longer? It wasn't her fault, I thought it wasn't mine either.
But it was me that the Count wanted and the Marquis held me responsible. So I gave him the sign he was waiting
for.
- So you want me to continue as a slave? he asked louder. I nodded, unable to answer him.
Someone whistled in the room! I shuddered. How long would this punishment last, after how many more blows
would the Marquis deem it necessary for me to receive, so that he would consider me quits with him?
- well we will do as you wish slave.
NO I didn't want to, I didn't want to anymore...
The whip whistled and its bite, which I had been expecting, took me by surprise. The strap hadn't
just flattened itself on me. It had enveloped me, it had wound itself around my body, it enveloped me in a cloak of
pain. It wasn't the same man who wielded it. He was playing a new score with me. Spinning around me. Seeking to
.
reach me where he had decided, I was offered to him, powerless to escape the bite that made me cry, and yet, gave
birth to an incandescent pleasure deep within me. I was like a bow, taut from the tips of my toes to my fingers
clenched on my bonds.
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I was breathing more and more badly. The gag not only prevented me from screaming, but it also made it difficult
for me to catch my breath with each of the silent cries I let out, powerless to express my pain, to cry out my
pleasure, to beg, to ask forgiveness for what I had done, provided that they stopped whipping me, no, provided
that they continued, I no longer knew in fact I no longer knew if it was only pain, or only pleasure. I thought, a little .
of both at the same time.
After what seemed like an eternity, the whip finally stopped its dance of fire over me.
When everything suddenly stopped. I collapsed, held only by my wrists. I felt myself being untied. My legs couldn't
carry me and I would have fallen if I hadn't been supported.
The men put me down on the ground, but did not untie my bonds. They caressed me.
No... they were giving me a balm or something like that. Their hands were soothing my burns. They turned me
onto my back and did the same all over my body, not missing any spot, not a single mark. What a relief it was. I
moaned with relief. My head
was spinning, I felt dizzy. I felt someone pull me up, and I let it happen. I didn't have enough strength to do otherwise
anyway.
- Get on your knees, slave, put your hands behind your legs and spread your buttocks!
I complied immediately! I found myself in the most indecent position I have ever assumed in front of strangers
whom I could not see and whom I could barely hear.
I was entering a strange world, made up only of heightened sensations. The fact of not seeing and hearing badly
made my body much more receptive, I even felt a slight current of air on my skin. My sensations were really on
edge. I was nothing more than a quivering body.
A hand rested on my spread crack, I let go of my buttocks, immediately a resounding slap fell on me. I immediately
resumed the pose. A finger insinuated itself into my little hole, insisted and entered.
He was quickly joined by a second one. I moaned into my gag. I rounded my back, then arched
my back to the rhythm his fingers set.
At first slow, the movement became wider, deeper, faster. I gasped, powerless to escape. I didn't even wonder
who they were anymore, I just wanted to enjoy this caress. I felt my stomach palpitate more and more strongly.
The pleasure
was approaching, liberating me from all my tensions...
But the caress stopped when the first contractions of pleasure arrived.
The hand was removed, I screamed with rage and frustration. I was panting, my pelvis was moving back and forth
as if to call for a sex that wasn't coming. My sex was wide open, I could feel it, I was flowing like a fountain. I
wanted to come, I needed to come. Then I felt a mouth come and lick me, in surprise I moved forward, removing
myself from the caress. Legs placed themselves at the level of my shoulders and made me move back a little.
The mouth
resumed its caress. The tongue went in and out, circling all around my anus which opened under his repeated
assaults. I started to moan again, to undulate, it was so soft, hot and wet! The mouth withdrew, replaced
immediately by a penis which rested on my little hole and, slowly, gently but without stopping once, penetrated me
to the end.
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My legs were preventing me from moving forward. The penis then began a slow movement, I felt it enormous, I was
full, filled to the maximum of my capacities and despite the wet caresses, my anus burned. I had grabbed the legs
in front of me and I clung to them as much as I could. I was holding my breath. I was no longer breathing. I waited
for the burning to fade, for me to tame the pain. The penis continued its slow back and forth, little by little I relaxed.
The pain subsided and was replaced by pleasure that began to rise, to rise from the depths of my
bowels. My head was spinning, I was gasping for air. They took off my hood. I
could hear again. And although I was still in the dark, I could breathe better, the fresh air
did me good. I was once again denied pleasure.
- Hey, why is she gagged? someone asked.
- It's because of her that everything happened, she should have been punished more than the other
one, replied the Marquis, I could hear his smile while he spoke.
- Oh yeah? And now can we take off this gag that makes her so ugly? I'd like to hear her scream like the other
one, see if she screams as loudly! Ha ha!
- It's as you wish, sir!
The leather strap behind my head was opened and I spat out the soaked silk scarf as best I could. I opened and
closed my mouth several times, running my tongue over my dry lips.
- No, but look at how she's sticking out her tongue! Maybe she's thirsty? Come on, gentlemen, give her
something to drink!
I heard movements, they made me sit on my heels, they tied my hands behind my back!
- without hands it will be more beautiful, more enjoyable my dear! Come on, open your mouth now, wide open!
Which I did. I knew what drink they were going to serve me. I opened my mouth wide and stuck out my tongue. A
penis came to rest on it. I began to suck it as best I could, with all my know-how it was easier for me to imagine that
it was his cock that I had in my mouth. , as if it was my Master I was thinking of while doing it ,
I applied myself to turning my tongue around the glans, to take it, to suck it, to suck it, to titillate it as I would have
done with my Master. But my tied hands were missing to perfect this caress by taking the hanging balls, pressing
them gently, caressing them.
The man soon began to move his pelvis, going back and forth in my mouth as if offering him sex. I could hear him
panting louder and louder. Then he took my head in his hands and pushed his cock deep into my throat, exploding.
I swallowed, swallowing the sperm that was offered to me as a drink.
He loosened his hands, let ,go of me and
moved. I wasn't quiet for long; another took his place right away.
I opened my mouth again on his cock, tense and ready to take me. It didn't take long
for him to cum. I swallowed all the cum, and another took his place again. I imagined them caressing each other,
each waiting for his turn to empty himself down my throat. I don't know
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how many did it, or if they all did it. My jaw was really starting to hurt.
The gag had kept my mouth open for a good while and then , this treatment in addition.
I licked, sucked, sucked, drank, in turn without thinking too much, just concentrating on what I was doing. I heard
Lalielou moaning. She was getting the same treatment as me. But how many of them were there? How many
friends had the Marquis invited to this very special little party, or did they go from one to the other, until they came
in one or the other.
And then everything stopped so abruptly that I was surprised to find myself keeping my mouth open for a
moment, waiting for another sex that didn't come.
- No, but what good little slaves we have here, who keep their mouths open, do you want
more, my little female dogs?
I immediately closed my mouth and sat on my knees. I didn't know what was expected of me.
- tie them there , Lalielou here on this easel that she already knows so well!
- oh no I heard him moan!
- but yes my dear, but yes!
I could hear her crying as she was once again placed on that devil's instrument, I imagined her
open sex being crushed by his weight on the angle splitting her in two. She moaned, when her
body was left to rest only on it.
- put a gag on him and take off the blindfold!
I heard her muffled cry, she was moaning so loudly that I felt sorry for her, I think she was really crying this time. I
didn't understand why. Had she been on the rack before, or was it because of all these strangers who were
watching her in pain this time?
It was at that moment that they grabbed my arm and placed me on a sort of narrow table in my
opinion. They tied me up, tightly, from head to toe, lying on my side, what a strange position I
thought. Why tie me up like that, on my side, I just had one leg bent and tied so tightly that I
couldn't move anything, not even a finger. Then a hand rested on me, tender, caressing, loving, I
was afraid.
- Is this ready, Marquis? someone asked.
My God, that voice! NO! It wasn't possible, I was sure I recognized it, it was the Count's! But what
was he doing there? Was my brain playing a trick on me, due to fatigue, to too much anxiety? My
skin became covered in sweat. I began to tremble. What did the Marquis have in store for me,
what was this farce?
- There you go, Mr. Marquis, she's ready, she won't be able to move.
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- Thank you Walter, take off her blindfold so she can see what awaits her!
I closed my eyes under the blindfold and didn't dare open them when it was finally removed. I kept
them closed in fear, I didn't want to see why they had tied me up like that. I didn't want to know that
the Count was here. I didn't understand what was happening here.
The hand resumed its caresses.
- It would be better if you looked at what I want for you, Marie!
I opened my eyes wide, I started crying like crazy! What, my Master! My Master was here? But what
did all this mean? I felt like I was in another world! My Master here, next to the Marquis and the
Count. I thought for a moment that I was going to faint. My heart was beating so hard, pounding so
hard in my chest, I was hyperventilating. I couldn't calm down.
- My Master, take me out of here, take me and take me far from here, I beg you.
- No Marie, I want to put my mark on you!
- NOOO my Master no, not again!
- not yet! but it's not done yet!
- Come on, my sweetie, my female dog, it's for me, I want it. I want to see you naked at home
with my mark on your thigh!
- Master, I beg you, have mercy!
- No Marie, I have decided so, you will soon be proud to show it, I ask you to accept it for me my
submissive, my slave, do you want it?
- Yes Master, I want it too, I answered him in a very small voice.
- Louder, Marie, everyone here must hear it!
- Yes, my Master, I want your mark!
Then my Master turned to the Marquis and said:
- do it now Marquis!
The Marquis approached me, Walter following him with the crackling brazier. They walked past me, I groaned,
helpless in the face of my Master's decision. The Marquis looked me straight in the eyes? I saw no irony, no
mockery. Perhaps even a certain pride.
- You can scream, Marie, you must scream! While I apply the iron, I will concentrate on you only,
Walter will count slowly to five and I will remove the iron. Do you understand, Marie? 5 seconds
and I will remove the iron.
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I couldn't speak anymore, I just nodded and closed the games. My Master approached me and smiled tenderly:
- I am proud of you Kajira, MY kajira, you will never be my free companion, I want you a slave at my feet.
He stood there very close to me, his hand on my head. I heard the Marquis grab an iron, I didn't even know what
the mark would look like, or how big it would be, and then the incandescence settled over me. I heard a scream,
unimaginable, an inhuman scream come out of me. I would have liked not to scream, but the fire engulfed me
completely. I didn't hear Walter counting, I didn't hear my Master. I only heard my scream. I only felt this atrocious
pain that lasted too long. I heard the atrocious sound of my skin sizzling as it was being burned, I smelled the acrid
smell too, and then the Marquis stepped back, but I continued to scream.
My Master leaned over me and kissed me. I finally stopped screaming, even though my thigh continued to burn
terribly. The bonds were squeezing me tightly, and I couldn't move; I couldn't touch, rub, or try to ease the infernal
pain.
- you will remain tied up until you can resist the urge to go and touch your mark. We will untie you when you
,
are suffering less and the pain is bearable, you will be in pain for a few more days, but know that I am, already,
very proud of you Kajira!
- Come on Walter, bring us something to drink so we can all celebrate together, asked the Marquis.
I still didn't know who was there? Besides my Master and the Count, I had only seen the Marquis and Walter. Was
Lalielou's Master there too? I assumed so since mine was there. Walter served drinks to everyone except Lalielou
and me. The pain
was indeed gradually ebbing away.
I was still tied up, unable to move, and that's how I saw a radiant Lalielou appear in my vision camp and approach
me. She smiled at me, she kissed me, she cried all at the same time.
- Ah Marie, how beautiful your mark is, it looks like a little flower. There are crisscrossed
initials above, we can see them very well at the moment. Walter told me that it will swell, that we will see it less
well, but that after that everything will return, to normal and that you will have a very pretty mark for life.
- thank you Lali .
I couldn't say anything else. A pretty mark, I thought, how could such pain turn into something pretty? I felt tingling
in my limbs, which had been too tightly held for too long.
The Marquis and his guests made up their minds and while some were leaving the dungeon, my Master and Walter
finally untied me.
- Above all, slave, you don't touch your brand! Do you understand correctly?
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- Yes, Master, I understand, I won't touch it.
They both massaged me, as they untied me. I was finally able to stand up and look at this mark placed there on
my left thigh. It wasn't very big! No more than 5 cm in diameter, in fact, it looked like a small flower. I couldn't see
the intertwined initials that Lalielou had described to me. My Master held out his hand to me, I got down from the
table and followed him up the stairs.
He led me to the living room where we heard a hubbub of
conversations. Everyone fell silent when we entered. A thunderous applause greeted us:
- Bravo Marie, ! Bravo Marie, ! Everyone was smiling at me. There were about fifteen people there, most of
them strangers. Each of them approached me, kissed me, congratulated me and went back to their seats. ,
The Count approached in turn and I stepped back, snuggling into my Master's arms I gave him a dark look.
- Ah, really, Tarl, how lucky you are to own such a slave! He laughed heartily. The Marquis came towards us,
laughing too. He slapped the Count on the back.
- You were really convincing, my friend said to him! He looked at me smiling and said:
- Come on slave, I'll explain everything to you.
My Master gave me a slight push and I walked further into the living room. Lali presented me with a
pouf near her.
- Come sit here, my Sweetheart, it's for you, otherwise an armchair might rub against your mark! she said to
me, patting the pouf. I sat down, waiting for the rest. I didn't dare look at anyone. Walter gave me a glass to
drink. I looked at him, he smiled at me. The Marquis finally began his story.
He took the time to look at his audience.
- It is with the agreement of your respective Masters, ladies, that we organized, with my very dear friend the
Count, a false kidnapping.
- What, was all that fake?
- It's not possible! Monsieur Le Marquis, I did escape from his house, Lalielou, by showing the Count! , cried
- Don't you find it strange, Lali, continued the Marquis, that you didn't meet anyone in this large house,
usually full of servants? Don't you find it strange that you were able to get out so easily and that the only
open door was precisely the one that allowed you to go to the back of the house towards the woods, where,
as if by "chance", you met e541 waiting for you near a collapsed wall and didn't you find it just as strange
that this same slave was driving MY car? Or that the large gate of the estate was open, that he had plenty
of time to park and wait for me with Marie in his arms.
- But, but, I don't understand! she could only reply.
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I was asking myself all sorts of questions too, so all this was planned, we hadn't really been abducted, we had
never been in danger! Incredible!
- But Mr. Marquis, my marking? The fight, the flight?....I asked him in turn.
- Everything was planned, slave,
, your so-called kidnapping, do you really believe that anyone
could have entered my home, in my presence, and taken, just like that, under my nose,
submissive women who had been entrusted to me?
- uh I don't know Mr. Marquis and stop calling me slave all the time, since my Master is here now I am no
longer yours, I am his again!
- you have always been his slave, even if he had entrusted you to me, and know that if I call you that it is
because you are one now, marked, property of your Master, we must all call you that.
He decided so.
The Marquis looked at my Master.
- Indeed, Marie, I alone, who am your Master, your owner, have the right to call you by your first name! We
organized all this with the help of the Marquis and the Count.
Honestly, didn't ,your
nowheart skipboth
that you a beat while
know all experiencing
this ,
this "kidnapping adventure"? Didn't your stomach
flutter at the memory of it?
I looked at Lali, she smiled at me and soon, perhaps out of relief, we started laughing, laughing like crazy. So all
of this was fake, I couldn't believe it. With what mastery our Masters, the Count and the Marquis, had organized a
hellish week for us. That, for memories, we had enough for a while, something to tell our friends about when we
got back.
I had one engraved for life on my thigh.
The Marquis spoke again and, raising his glass, looked at us and said:
- frankly I loved owning you for a week little female dogs. Time passed quickly. Your Masters are lucky to have
a submissive and a slave like you two, then turning to our Masters:
- thank you both for this wonderful week.
Everyone applauds!
- Well, the meal should be ready to be served, let's head to the great hall and feast in your honor.
Everyone stood up and followed the Marquis through the great hall. I still couldn't believe it. It was all fake, yet I
had believed it to be true, I had experienced it as such. I shook my head, my Master was there beside me, he was
holding my hand and I saw the pride in his eyes, only that mattered to me.
The cook had outdone herself as usual, the meal was a delight. I was starting to doze off before dessert. I felt like
I was being carried.
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I woke up much later. It was dark. I was in a car that I recognized immediately. I was in the back
seat. Lalielou was there too, next to me; she had dozed off. In front, two men were, talking. My Master was at the
wheel. The other man must have been Lali's Master. The purr of the car rocked me gently. My Master felt me wake
up.
- Go back to sleep, slave! The road is still long! Don't worry anymore, I'll take you home!
I fell asleep again, a smile on my lips! I was going home!