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Subject: {ASSM} Part 6 - The Training of Jeannie and Clair (MF, FF, Bd)
Date: Thu, 27 Jun 2002 16:10:05 -0400
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This is a work of fiction in 11 parts.  No reference to real persons 
is intended.  It contains strong, non-traditional sexual imagery 
and language.  If you don't like this kind of thing, don't read it.
          
Feedback is welcome.  Zebulon@canadamail.de

(MF, FF, Bond)

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Part 6 - The Training of Jeannie and Clair
by Zebulon

                      *   *   *   *   *

     After the Master had left and each girl, in her own
way, had decided against escape, Jeannie turned her
thoughts to following Master Rex's instructions.  Now
what specifically had he told her to do.  'Get Clair to
bathe you both.  Then put her up for the night and go to
sleep.  Handle the bathing any way you want.  They would
sleep in late, but have a full day.'  That's what he had
said.

     One of his first, and most strict, instructions had
been whispered in her ear as she sat on his lap.  She was
maintain the proper attitude of power and control at all
times.  That might be both cruel and unnecessary when in
private with Clair, but one never knew.  Master Rex might
be listening even now.

     'O.K.,' she decided, 'let's do exactly what he
wants.  We'll save the bath for when we have more time,
I've got a feeling we're going to need all the sleep we
can get.'

     Turning to Clair she said, "Turn on the shower and
adjust the temperature."  Then after a moments
reflection, as Clair was moving toward the shower in the
corner of the room, she added, "I like my showers hot."

     Clair said nothing but did what she was told.  And
as she adjusted the water temperature Jeannie moved over
to the sink and collected a few items for the shower. 
Once the water was going and had heated up, Clair stood
back and pondered whether or not to ask her Mistress if
the temperature was correct.  A little voice in the back
of her mind was screaming that this was stupid, that she
could knock the silly little bitch's head off if she gave it
half an effort.  But a much louder voice in the front of her
mind was telling her to following directions exactly and 
take no chances.  After seeing what had happened to 
Brenda and the cold look in the Master's eye, . . .

     So she cleared her throat and waited expectantly. 
Her Mistress, who had been inventorying the contents of
the linen closet, looked up and smiled.  Then she walked
over and stuck a hand under the running water.  After a
moment she said, "close but not quite hot enough."  She
reached in and adjusted the water herself and when she
was satisfied turned to Clair and said, "feel that." 
Clair obediently did so.  It was a lot hotter than she
would have preferred.  A shower that hot would leave her
skin red and sensitive.  But that was the temperature her
Mistress liked, so she tried to memorize it.

     "Go fetch some of those large stripped bath towels." 
As Clair went to get them, Jeannie pondered the question
of the neck collars.  Trying to guess Master Rex's
intentions proved impossible.  So she decided on her own
that she preferred not to get them wet.  She removed her
own collar first and set it down.  When Clair returned
with the towels she had her lay them down next to her
collar and then she said, "on your knees," pointing to a
spot on the floor.  Clair obeyed.  Jeannie moved around
behind her and removed her collar as well and put in next
to the other.  "O.K., get up and follow me," and she
entered the shower.

     Once inside, she leaned up against the far wall. 
The shower was spacious, built along the open lines of
the rest of the compound.  She let the water play over
her body as she heard Clair entering the shower behind
her.  "First the hair," she said, pointing at the shampoo
which she had put on the shower ledge.

     Clair proceeded to first wet and then shampoo her
Mistress's hair.  Then she used cream rinse.  Her
Mistress had her do her own hair while she stood under
the running water and rinsed off.  And when their hair
was clean she said, "Now the soap."

     Her Mistress again stood with legs slightly apart
and arms away from her sides while she did a thorough job
of soaping her down.  Her Mistress seemed to take special
pleasure in having her breasts and cunt soaped, so she
spent extra time soaping them down.  Her Mistress's
nipples were very erect, but she seemed less than
pleased.

     Taking the soap away, Jeannie directed Clair on
where to stand and then proceeded to soap her down
herself.  She also took special care to soap her breasts
and nipples, but as she did so she demonstrated the
nipple trick the master had showed her.  Clair
immediately felt the sexual heat added to the steam from
the water.  "Pay attention," Jeannie snapped, and Clair
fell out of her reverie.  "Don't stare off into space
just enjoying it, I want you to learn this trick."  And
Clair watched closely and quickly learned the nipple
stimulation trick.

     Once she had mastered the technique, Jeannie said,
"Yessss.  O.K., now learn this one," and she reached down
into Clair's soapy cunt and begin the clit stimulation
technique which she had used to drive her into an
extended climax earlier.  Clair recognized the technique,
feeling her cunt starting to tighten almost immediately. 
Jeannie then pulled her hand out and extended her pinkie
. . . "that's your clit, O.K.?"

     "Yes, Mistress."

     Then with three fingers on the other hand she
demonstrated the technique.  Clair watched carefully. 
She removed one hand but still held her pinkie out, and
said, "You try it."  Clair reached out and did so.  After
a few adjustments, her Mistress seemed satisfied.

     "Now. . .," she said, ". . .Now finish soaping me." 
And so saying she turned away and placed her hands
against the shower wall.

     Clair came up behind her Mistress and proceeded to
first thoroughly re-soap her breasts and pussy.  Then she
put the soap down and reached around and began massaging
the breasts and playing with her Mistress's nipples as
she had been taught.  She would completely palm one
breast while working on the nipple of the other and then
switch, palming the second and tweaking the first.  Her
Mistress's reaction was to moan deliciously and let her
head loll back against Clair's shoulder.

     This went on for some considerable time.  Jeannie
drank in the sensations, taking special pleasure at the
feel of Clair's breasts pressed against her shoulders and
in the feel of Clair's soapy pussy playing back and forth
against her own ass.  She had never had a lesbian
experience before her abduction and had certainly never
imagined one under these circumstances.  But her latent
erotic attraction to other girls came completely to the
fore and she found herself wildly turned on by this red-
headed giant whom she had hardly known before that night.

     As Clair was still playing with Jeannie's tits,
Jeannie reached down and around behind her with one arm
and felt for Clair's clit.  She gently started massaging
it, using no special techniques.  Simply taking delight
in the feel of the other girls womanhood, and noted with
a dawning awareness which turned her on tremendously that
Clair's hand movements were slowing down in reaction to
her own.

     So Jeannie turned slowly in a half circle, never
taking her hand out of Clair's pussy and leaned back
against the tile wall.  Then using her other hand she
took one of Clair's and lowered it to her own pussy.

     Clair, knew exactly what her Mistress wanted and
begin the rhythmic rubbing patterns across the other
girl's clitoris.  Her Mistress immediately rewarded her
by beginning to moan with increasing fervor.  Within a
short time, Her Mistress's own hand movements had ceased
and her hands were hanging limply at her sides.  Her feet
were spread a few inches out from the wall and she was
just leaning back and drinking in the pleasures being
showered on her from both above and below.

     To her own astonishment, Clair found that she was,
in fact, getting a great deal of pleasure out of
pleasuring her Mistress.  She had no idea where this was
coming from but it was so.  So she redoubled her efforts,
continuing to manipulate her Mistress's cunt with one
hand while working first one and then the other tit with
the other.

     Jeannie was getting closer and closer to a climax
and it showed in her expression and the trembling in her
limbs.  Suddenly the orgasm was upon her and almost
without thinking she reached her arms up and put her
hands behind Clair's neck pulling her face down.  And
Clair, overwhelmed with her Mistress's approval leaned
over almost willingly to comply with her obvious desires. 
Their faces met; their lips parted, their tongue's
intertwined as hot breath poured out of each.  Clair
reached around and pressed her Mistress to her, crushing
their breasts together and suddenly speeding her finger
movements.  And her Mistress came--almost screaming into
her face.  Her mouth open wide, as Clair continued to
lick her teeth and tongue and gums.

     And as the orgasm passed its climax, her Mistress
just as suddenly reached down with both hands and grasped
Clair's hand to restrain it.  She remembered having been
told by Master Rex that that motion, continued long
enough, would lead to a loss of consciousness.  Master
Rex had used something like that to put Susan into an
almost sexual coma.  That might be a delicious way to go
to sleep, but there were still some jobs which had to be
done.

     So Jeannie smiled up at Clair who was looking at her
questioningly, and said, "that was wonderful, but
enough."  And then said, "let's finish the shower."  And
when they were thoroughly clean, and dry, and ready for
bed.  Jeannie ordered Clair to her knees again and
reattached her collar--but after a moments consideration,
not her own.

     Then they entered the bedroom.  'Put her up for the
night,' Master Rex had said.

     Jeannie ordered Clair to lie down on the bed as
Susan had been laid out in the master's bed.  Playing a
hunch she went to the dresser in their room which
corresponded to a similar dresser in his.  Sure enough
she found a cloth gag and hospital restraints.  So she
came back to the bed and after gently sucking the taller
girl's nipples kissing her on the lips, she prepared her
for bed exactly as Susan had been prepared.  Then she
covered her, turned out the lights and climbed into bed
next to her.

     'Go to sleep,' Master Rex had said.  She didn't know
about Clair, but her own thoughts were spinning.  So she
rolled over toward the beautiful red-head tied up next to
her and reaching down started to manipulate her toward an
orgasm.  Clair wasn't sure why her Mistress was doing
this, and very soon had ceased to worry about it.  Within
a very few minutes, Clair was screaming in ecstasy into
her gag.

     Jeannie didn't let up.  And a couple minutes later,
Clair was dead to the world.

     Jeannie considered trying to put herself asleep
using the same method, but decided she was hardly horny
any more and might need to conserve her strength for
later.  So she curled up against the sleeping form, her
mind racing until sleep finally overtook her.

                      *   *   *   *   *

     A telephone awoke Jeannie from one of the strangest
dreams in her life.  She came to her senses slowly and
didn't recognize the noise as a telephone at first.  This
phone buzzed.  After a few moments her head cleared and
she remembered where she was.  Clair was lying next to
her.  She was wide awake and watching her from her
bondage.  The buzzing had a hollow, echo-like quality and
seemed to be coming from a large ornate lacquer box which
was sitting on the dresser.  Hurrying out of bed, Jeannie
rapidly inspected the box, found the latch, opened it and
lifted the telephone receiver inside.  "Yes?"

     "Time to get up."  It was a strangely familiar
female voice.  "The Master says . . . for you to follow
the directions . . ."  She realized it was Susan's voice. 
She was repeating what Master Rex was saying from
somewhere else in the room.  If she listened carefully
she could hear his voice in the background.  ". . . the
directions will be found in the bottom drawer . . . of
the little dresser under the mirror. . . he says to hurry
up and meet us in the kitchen . . . or you'll miss brunch
. . . ."  After a longish pause Susan hung up the phone.

     Jeannie hung up her phone as well.  She wondered if
it was indeed hooked up and if she could call out on it. 
After a moment's reflection she decided it almost
certainly wasn't, and it might be tempting fate to try. 
Close on the heels of that came another thought--that the
existence of the phone might be some kind of test.  To
even lift the receiver to listen for a dial tone would be
to flunk the text.  So she closed the box and went to
check the dresser.  Clair was acutely aware of this line
to the outside world and wondered at why her Mistress
didn't even try to see if she could use it.

     The 'directions' in the dresser consisted of a large
picture of two girls.  One girl was dressed in a
dominatrix outfit which consisted mostly of leather
straps.  She held a leash on the other end of which was
another girl wearing some kind of leather gag which
covered much of her head and who was dressed in very
little else other than a few cuffs and chains.  The
picture reminded her of some kind of a Hollywood
Boulevard freak walking a dog who had been tightly
muzzled to prevent it from biting strangers.  The rest of
the drawer was filled with items which she recognized as
the outfit and restraints in the picture.

     She felt the smart thing to do would be to prepare
Clair first.  So she therefore dug around in the drawer
and removed all of "Clair's" items and brought them over
to the bed.  She then went into the bathroom and
retrieved the riding crop from where she had left it the
night before.

     She came back and removed Clair's gag.  "Good
morning," she said.

     There was a long moment while Clair looked like she
was trying to work up the nerve to say something before
she finally seemed to sink back, defeated, and simply
replied, "Good Morning, Mistress."

     "I'm going to release your hands and I want you to
sit up.  You behaved very well last night and I want you
to continue that way today.  O.K.?"

     "Yes, Mistress."

     Jeannie undid the restraints and Clair sat up
rubbing her wrists.  The first thing her Mistress did was
to bring her arms behind her back and bind them together
at the base of her spine with a set of wrist cuffs which
clipped together.  Then she put the complex head
restraint on her.  It consisted of a large oval shaped
mouth piece with a strap which fit under her chin.  There
was a connecting strap which wrapped entirely around the
back of Clair's head.  There was a third strap which went
from the bottom of the chin strap through the sides of
the connecting strap over the center of her head and down
the other side.  It took a few minutes to get the
headdress adjusted properly.  Then there was a much
fancier collar with the name "Clair" engraved on the
front.  'Now when did he get that made up,' she wondered
as she removed the old collar and strapped the new one in
its place.  There were several little connecting chains
which buckled the headdress to the collar and a leash
which was clipped into a ring in the back of the collar.

     When she was finished, she undid Clair's ankle
restraints and had her stand at the foot of the bed.  The
final bit of Clair's outfit were two ankle cuffs which,
according to the picture were worn, but not clipped
together.

     Then Jeannie stepped back to survey the effect.  It
was really quite stunning and sexy in kinky sort of way. 
Almost without thinking she smiled at Clair, said "you
look lovely, actually."  The feeling of power, control,
and sexiness as suddenly overwhelming.  She walked up and
gave Clair a long hug, feeling sensuously aware of the
feel of the taller girl's breasts and nipples against her
own skin.  With a final little squeeze she hurried off to
put on her own costume.  As her Mistress walked away,
Clair started to cry, but did so as quietly as possible and tried 
to hide the tears.  The euphoria and hormonal storm of the
night before had worn off, at least as far as she was
concerned.  She was wondering if she would ever be able
to get out of this crazy situation.

     Jeannie's costume was a little more complex, but
much quicker to put on than that complex headpiece.  It
consisted of a neck collar which she found had her name
engraved as "Mistress Jeannie" on the right side.  There
was a large ring which hung down from the center of the
neck piece with three leather straps which hung down from
the ring.  She then put on a thick belt around her waist
and found that the straps connected to the belt in three
places: one strap straight down the center from neck to
belly, and one each down each side from the center of her
neck to the side of each belt around the outside of each
breast.  There was a third piece which connected the
three belts together below her breasts.  Properly
adjusted it looked quite sexy and had the effect of
making her breasts even more prominent.  There was also a
set of black lace panties which clipped on to the belt in
several places and which she found had a crotch that
unsnapped.  And the final touch was a pair of high-
heeled, knee-high boots which added about three inches to
her height.

     After she had emptied the drawer and put all of this
on, she found the sole remaining item was a fancy black
riding crop.  It was a little longer and much prettier
than the common one she had been given the day before. 
She wondered whether to take it or not, since there was
no riding crop "mentioned in the directions."  But then
she noticed that like her collar, this crop had an
inscription with her name engraved on the handle.  It
said, "To Mistress Jeannie with much love--Rex."  Smiling
she dropped the old crop in the drawer and removed the
new one.  She even gave it a couple of experimental
swishes through the air and was quite pleased with its
lightness and stiffness.  It would make quite a sting
indeed when it connected with flesh.

     She grabbed Clair's leash and saying, "come along"
led her to the kitchen.

                      *   *   *   *   *

     In the kitchen they found a clock which said it was
almost noon.  They also found Master Rex feeding 'brunch'
to Susan.  Rex was dressed casually in jeans, boots, and
a cowboy shirt.  Susan was dressed in nothing except a
high necked collar and a set of arm restraints which kept
her arms linked together high up against her back.  She
was also wearing a set of nipple clamps which looked
uncomfortable, but not crushing.

     The Trainer invited Jeannie to sit and eat. 
Pointing to a hook on the wall he said, "just park Clair
there, I'm going to borrow her in a few minutes when I'm
finished with Susan."  There were all kinds of goodies on
the stove and counter top, scrambled eggs, bacon, English
muffins, jellies, butter, sliced ham, kippers, potatoes,
juice, milk, soda, ice.  It was a regular breakfast bar. 
Jeannie filled a plate, got a drink, and came to the
table.

     As she ate, she watched Master Rex feeding Susan who
was sitting on his leg.  He would break off bits of food
and have her take them out of his fingers with her teeth. 
Or he would hold a hand full of scrambled eggs in the
palm of his hand and have her lick them out.  He stroked
her naked back or rubbed her neck as she ate.  All the
while he made what seemed like meaningless conversation
with Jeannie.  He asked how she had slept and whether her
new outfit fit well.  He asked if she liked the new
riding crop and how she felt Clair's training was coming
along.  It was a weird conversation.  Weird since Jeannie
did 80% of the talking and weird since he was treating
her like an equal partner in a joint project rather than
as a kidnap victim being forced to participate in a kinky
adventure.  But the weirdest part of the conversation,
Jeannie realized, was her own responses.  They were
clearly part of the unreal world which Master Rex had
created.  She had felt guilty after pressing up against
Clair's bound, semi-naked body earlier.  Now she didn't. 
Jeannie was no longer sure whether she was simply playing
along to avoid being hurt or whether she really was his
partner in this bizarre undertaking.

     After a while Master Rex decided that Susan was
finished and he asked her if she would like something to
drink.  "Yes, Master" was her unhappy reply.  She had
bits of egg and bacon clinging to her face.  He put her
off of his lap, walked over to the sink, poured a large
saucer of milk, and set it on the floor.  Then he walked
back to the table without even a backward glance.  Susan
shot Clair an imploring look and then she went over to
the saucer, got carefully down on her knees, and started
lapping it up.

     In the mean time, Jeannie was finishing her meal and
wondering what Master Rex had planned for the day.  As if
reading her mind, he said, as he sat back down, "The
first thing I'd like to do is borrow Clair, if you don't
mind."

     He was asking her permission, as if Clair was
somehow her property.  "Of course, Master Rex."

     "Thank you, Mistress Jeannie.  Would you mind
fetching her for me?"  He was curious to she how she
would present Clair to him.

     Jeannie walked over to Clair, removed her leash from
the wall and brought her over to where Master Rex was
standing.  There was an awkward moment when it seemed
that he expected something which she didn't know how to
provide.  She broke the silence by asking, "Is there some
special way I should be bringing her to you?"

     The Trainer almost laughed openly at how quickly she
had become sensitive to the protocol of Slave-Master
relationships.  "Actually, yes," he replied.  "The slave
is always introduced by having her get down on one or
both knees and bow her head as a token of respect."

     For a long moment Jeannie considered this and then
realized that Clair was simply standing there rather than
doing what Master Rex had just described.  Jeannie
swatted Clair across her rear and said, "down, what's the
matter with you, didn't you hear him."

     Clair quickly fell to her knees feeling terribly
wronged.  Of course she had heard him, but she was
waiting for specific directions from her Mistress. 
Obviously she would be expected to learn and follow the
slave conventions as quickly and completely as possible. 
That word 'slave' rang in her consciousness.  No one had
said anything about slavery up till now, even though she
had certainly been treated like one.  But now the word
was out in the open and she was terribly upset about what
it meant for her future--for her long-term future.

     "Clair . . .," the Master was speaking to her. 
Should she look up or not?  She didn't know.  Neither did
Jeannie.  Clair wasn't looking up and Jeannie was looking
questioningly at Master Rex.  He broke off his comments
to Clair to answer Jeannie's unstated question.  "Yes,
when a slave is addressed directly, she should look at
the Master or Mistress who is talking."  Instantly, Clair
looked up at the Master.

     "Clair," he repeated looking back down at her, "I
want you to do a little job for me, O.K.?"

     Clair nodded.

     "Please take Susan into your bathroom and clean her
up for me.  Now that she's awake I'd like her to have a
nice bath."

     Susan, who had almost finished the milk, looked up
at the mention of her name.

     "You can remove her nipple clamps and restraints to
bathe her but please put them back when you finish,
O.K.?"

     Clair nodded again.  Susan was weeping at the notion
of having the nipple clamps removed and then replaced.

     "Another thing.  Do her hair up nicely and put a
little make-up and some perfume on her--not too much
though.  Is that clear?"

     Clair nodded, but shrugged her shoulders and moved
her cuffed hands to one side, looking back at them.

     The Master chuckled, "of course, I'll cut you loose
to do the job, silly girl."  So saying he unclipped the
leash from her neck and motioned for her to stand and
turn around.  When she did so he reached out and
unclasped her wrists.  "About how long do you think it
will take, Clair, an hour?"

     Clair squinted her eyebrows in consternation and
fearfully shook her head.  "That's all right, I want the
truth.  I always want the truth.  Will 90 minutes do?"

     Clair considered and nodded agreement.  "Be back in
the training room," he indicated the adjacent room where
they had first regained consciousness, "in 90 minutes
then.  Go on now."

     Clair walked over, still wearing her complex
headdress and grabbed Susan gently by the upper arm and
helped her to her feet.  She led her through the training
room and toward the bathroom.

     "The Trainer stood up and stretched and said to
Jeannie, "are you ready to continue with your education?"

     "Of course, Master Rex."

     He started by telling her a little about the Mart
and explaining the etiquette of slavery.  Slaves were
always addressed by their first name--by everyone. 
Slaves didn't have last names.  He mentioned that she
could rename Clair if she wanted to.  Novices were
referred to as Mister or Miss--that's what they called
each other and that's how the slaves addressed them.  And
contrary to the popular mythology of the porn industry,
slaves were almost never elevated into the ranks of
novices.  Generally slaves were selected to be slaves and
trained for that--most commonly as submissives.  Novices
were usually selected with the idea that they might
become Masters or Mistress's some day.  Most of them
remained novices, or assistants, forever, but some of
them who showed enough promise or who got lucky enough
would advance.  Masters and Mistress's existed in a
hierarchy.  They were almost always dominants whose job
it was to train and control the novices and slaves.  At
the lowest levels they were like factory foremen working
for superiors who themselves worked for other superiors. 
At the highest levels they might own vast properties and
exist as semi-independent contractors who did business
with the Mart.  There was a lot of variation and it was
impossible to generalize.  At the very top there were the
Owners.  Owners didn't have to know much about the
niceties of slavery, they merely had to have a great deal
of money and be willing to live by the rules of the Mart. 
An owner who made trouble in any way wouldn't live very
long.  He even mentioned one extremely rich and extremely
spoiled young bitch who started out as an owner and ended
up as a slave in a Middle-Eastern harem.  That was part
of the understanding and so owners never made trouble. 
They were, in fact, only allowed in by referral and were
carefully screened before they were assigned a full-time
Slave Master or Mistress.  She, Miss Jeannie, he let her
know, was a remarkably lucky girl since she had been
recruited to be a Dominatrix.  She would become a
Mistress without having had to go through a long and
arduous training period as a novice.  Yours is a very
special order to a newly admitted member of the Mart. 
"Learn well and your life will be extremely . . ." he
searched for the right words, ". . . interesting . . .," 
he paused, " . . . and rewarding I should say.  Yes,
interesting and rewarding.  Learn poorly and, . . ."  He
left the thought unfinished, but Jeannie immediately
thought of Brenda.

     Following the phrasing she had been taught, she
asked her next question diplomatically, "is it permitted
to ask about your background, Master Rex?"

     He smiled, "Actually, I'm not really a Master.  I'm
a free lance Trainer.  I work for the Mart at a very high
commission since I'm quite good at what I do."  He paused
to gage the effect of his words on her.  She was nodding
unconsciously in agreement.  When I'm training slaves or
novices, or in your case a Mistress, I take on the title
of Master."

     "Then would I be permitted to ask if your name is
really 'Rex'?"

     "It is not.  R is for Rex.  To my last trainees I
was Master Quinn, 'Q.'  Before that I was Master Palmer,
'P.'  I've found it convenient to keep track of my
trainees alphabetically.  That way when someone asks
about me or for me by name, I know something about where
the referral is coming from."

     Jeannie did some quick arithmetic in her head. 
Before she got to the answer the Trainer said, "18" is
the number you're looking for, but actually there have
been more than that.  Some unusual unnumbered assignments
where I had a code name assigned before I went in.  Plus
some assignments like this where I've trained more than
one girl.  The actual number is closer to 80."

     He paused reflectively for a few moments.  Jeannie
looked at him and considered what her own future might be
like.  Then be broke out of his nostalgia and said, "but
come, we've got a lot of serious work to do."

     "I can hardly wait, Master Rex."  And the truth was,
that she hardly could.  In less than day he had converted
her.  In part she realized she simply had no choice, it
was e/conr this new life style or death.  But

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