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Birds of a Feather Chapter 15

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By Theodoric of York and Wardall Clark.

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Warning: NO PORTION of this work may be REPRODUCED FOR SALE for any purpose. DC\nComics retains full copyright to Superman, Wonder woman and the other characters\nmentioned here and John Norman retains full copyright to the planet and society\nof Gor. Birds of a Feather contains explicit sex and violence**, including\nscenes of rape and torture. This story is not for anyone under the age of\nconsent** in their jurisdiction to read such sexually explicit material. Authors\nNotes: This is the conclusion of an ongoing series melding John Norman's World\nof Gor with DC Comics heroes and heroines. At the end of Chapter Seven is a\nthorough glossary of terms, places and recurring characters. If you find\nyourself completely baffled by Gorean customs, terms, or politics you should try\nreading the series in order: (1) A Cat and a Fiddle [by Theodoric of York],\n(1a) The Cat and the Shackles. (1b) Under the Shadow of the Bat (2) Diana and\nthe Ubar (3) The Princess and the Mercenary [all by Wardall Clark.]

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In the earlier novellas Batgirl, Catwoman, Wonder Woman, and Supergirl fall prey\nto Kurri interplanetary slavers. Selina Kyle escaped to become the Panther\nWoman, a legendary Gorean Outlaw until Batman came to Gor to re-enslave her. A\nthoroughly broken Barbara Gordon wound up as Scully, the slave of an agent of\nthe Priest Kings named MulKar. Before being freed by Batman's capture of her\nslave runner master, Kara Zor-El was traumatized by her long captivity as a fuck\ntoy. Princess Diana escaped from degrading slavery to a power-mad Ubar only to\nbe recaptured by an agent of the Priest kings and brought to the Sardar where\nher memories were drastically altered in a failed effort to create a docile\nslave. She escaped by killing her lover and became the much feared Larl Woman.\nShe is at large when the action of Birds of a Feather began.

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Lois Lane, photographer Morgan Croft, and a teenage runaway nicknamed Pikachu\nwere brought to Gor to become slave girls. Morgan is converted into Cricket, a\nracing Pony slave and quickly sold. Pikachu demonstrates a talent as a\nstoryteller but acquires a deadly enemy in Martin, an ex-Nazi and a long time\nmentor of her owner. He killed her lover Andre and was attacked by a crowd of\nPikachu's fans. He drove them off and proceeds to rape and enslave the wife of\none of his attackers. Lois and her slaver master Arbus became involved in a\nprotracted battle of wits and wills in which she is sentenced to brothel duty.\nShe has learned that Martin has lured Superman to Gor in order to make it easier\nfor him to take revenge on Wonder Woman for a defeat during WWII, and she\ninfuriates Arbus by making public suggestions about how to kill Martin. Diana,\non a quest to save her sister Troia from a powerful and sadistic master, is\neventually sold to Clark of Kent,, who has come to Gor posing as a scribe while\nhe looks for Lois and Diana. Finding no other clues to Lois's whereabouts, they\ndecide to search for Morgan Croft first. In the process they trade for Artorius\nthe Briton's Morganna-who says she was Morgan le Fay. Meanwhile, the Priest\nKings elect to send out a team to kill Clark and Diana and capture Supergirl.\nSuperman is wounded with a Kryptonite bullet, but Diana regains he memories of\nWonder Woman and routs the ambushers.

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Superman acquires Cricket and her owner Lady Viveena and learns that Lois was\nbeing trained in Ar only after a time consuming search and a hair-raising high\nstakes gamble. As they proceed toward Ar, Clark becomes more Gorean in his\ntreatment of his slaves.

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Chapter Fifteen: It's Not Easy Being a Slave Girl

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Clark looked up at Aganipe. She knelt by the stream, happily doing laundry. She\nseemed very joyful and relaxed. When she met her master's gaze her expression\nwas awed. She had been this way ever since he had given her a new slave name. It\nwas now quite hard to picture this humble, obedient kajira as Earth's Wonder\nWoman. He wondered if his Pony slut could become Wonder Woman again. For that\nmatter, he wasn't sure he wanted her to be. Most of all, he marveled that he\nliterally owned her. He owned her smiles and frowns and teasing, and of course\nhe also owned every inch of that hot, sensuous body. He wondered if he could\never give that up.

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He felt Cricket's tongue inching its way into his asshole. He had to admit that\nfelt marvelous. Reluctantly, he flipped over and gave Cricket a kiss. She and\nAganipe had been well worked this day; they both now spent twelve hours a day\nunder the harness together. Aganipe seemed to be taking to it well. Bina was\nproving to be a demanding mistress, but not too harsh, for she knew that she was\nthe low girl and when they were out of the harness Aganipe and Cricket had carte\nblanche to do what they wanted with the slave. Bina now knelt bound and\nimmobile, serving as a small table. She had been positioned so for hours. He\nreached over and picked up a piece of fruit from the human table and took a bite\nout of it. He allowed Cricket to take a bite out of it also. He then asked,\n\"What should I do with you? I have no need for a pony slave once I return to\nEarth. I could find good master and sell you to him. Would you like that?\" She\nlooked ashamed and shook her head. He asked, \"You know I plan to return with\nLois as my wife. She should then be your mistress. Would you like that?\" She\ncrumpled up her nose and made a face of disapproval. Clark asked, \"Do you\nstill want to return to Earth with me and be my slave?\" She nodded\naffirmatively. \"Even with Lois as your mistress?\" She nodded again, this time\nwith less gusto. Clark asked, \"Why? What is it that you really want?\" She\nglanced over at Aganipe. Clark tried to translate. \"But what about beyond\nwinning the Ar championship? \"You are a Gorean pony slave.\" He told Cricket. \"I\nnever saw you happier than when you are in harness. I do not know if there is\nany room for a Gorean Pony slave on Earth. You could easily find your life one\nlong frustrating story of lost dreams and desires. What is it that you really\nwant on Earth that you cannot find on Gor?\" She smiled and pointed to Clark, who\nresponded, \"Thank you. But there is more than you are telling. I guess I am\nbecoming Gorean. I am beginning to tell when you are holding back. What is it\nabout Earth that you cannot have on Gor?\" Suddenly Cricket jumped up. She rushed\nto the supplies and started to dig through them. At last she found what she was\nlooking for. She came back, cradling it in her arms smiling and looking down at\nit with gooey eyes. Clark asked, \"What is it?\" She handed the object to Clark as\nif she was handing him a priceless art object. Clark looked at it quizzically.\n\"This is container with your embryos in it. What do you want with that?\" She\npointed to her stomach. \"You want them implanted?\" She nodded emphatically.\nPuzzled, Clark pursued the matter. \"Then what?\" She positioned her arms as if\nshe was cradling a baby against her bosom and smiled almost sheepishly. \"You\nwant to raise them?\" She smiled shyly. \"But why on Earth, why not Gor?\"\nMorganna, who had been watching this, came up and said, \"Master, Gorean slave\ngirls, when they are allowed to have children, are never allowed to raise them.\"\nClark asked, \"You want to go to Earth so that you can raise your own\nchildren?\" Cricket nodded her head. Clark gasped in his amazement; \"Morgan\nCroft has a maternal instinct! Who would have thought it?\"

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Pikachu bundled in the cloak given to her. It was a cold and rainy night;\nlighting flashed in the sky over and around Ar. She rushed down the streets of\nAr hoping to reach warmth and shelter. Up to now it had been such an enjoyable\nnight. For the first time in weeks she had been allowed to go back to the Golden\nTarn to be with her friends, to talk and tell her stories. There was such warmth\nand gaiety there. Almost everyone had told her how much they missed her. She did\nnot know when she had been so happy. Yet now she saw some dark-clad men walking\ntowards her. They had menacing glares in their eyes. Frightened, she turned to\nrun.

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One of the men shouted, \"Halt slut!\" Obedient to the will of a free man, she\nstood in place, waiting. She realized she was probably about to get raped. The\nman said, \"Turn around, Slut!\" She did so, attempting to look small. He\ncommanded, \"Slip off the cloak. It is too good for one like you!\" \"If it gets\ndirty, my masters will be unhappy,\" she pleaded, He snapped, \"Must an order be\nrepeated?\" She answered, meekly, \"No.\" She unbuckled the clasp and let the cloak\nfall to the ground. She would expect a beating when she returned to Arbus and\nRollo's establishment. She stood eyes down-cast while the tunic she wore began\nto soak up water. As it did so, it began to stick to her like a second skin. The\nmale walked over to her and grabbed the top of the tunic. He started to rip the\ntunic apart down her front. Her small round breasts popped out. She begged,\n\"Please let me undress myself, master. I understand it is quite a valuable\ngarment, given to me by Master Arbus when I first arrived on Gor, some months\nago. He answered, \"Too valuable for the likes of you!\" he hissed and continued\nto rip it apart. \"Yes, Master!\" she meeklyagreed, shame-faced.The leader of\nthe group asked her if she know what was going to happen to her. She answered\nmeekly, \"I am going to be used.\"

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\"You are going to be more than used. We are going to see if we can fuck you to\ndeath. If we cannot, you are going to wish we could. Do you understand?\"

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She asked, \"Master?\" She could see that other men were surrounding her. She\nwanted to run but a free man had told her not to move so she dared not.\nSuddenly, one of them pressed his fingers into her shoulders. She winced in\npain, held tightly in place. A man said, \"You think you are so much better than\nus. All the time giving us that sweet smile while all the time laughing at us!\"\n\"No, Master. I wasn't laughing at anyone, especially not a free man\" she\nprotested. She received a slap that rung her ears. \"Don't contradict a free man,\nslut.\" He continued. \"Martin was right about you all the time. Gor would be\nbetter off with your kind dead.\"

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\"Master, Please! I do not know what you are talking about!\"

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\"How many men died because of you?\"

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She answered, \"I don't know. I didn't ask them to do what they did!\" She\nreceived another slap. \"Do you think that excuses you? They were good men,\nbetter than you will ever be!\" She answered, \"I know, Master. I know I am just a\nslave.\"

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\"How many more will die because of you?\"

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She wept, \"Master, I didn't want anybody to die on my behalf. I am not worth it.\nI know that!\"

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\"Arbus and Rollo are going to die because of you. You know that, don't you?\"

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She begged, \"Please, don't say that!\" Suddenly she felt pressure between her ass\ncheeks. It was the member of the male who was holding her. She froze when lifted\nand penetrated with only the rain for lubrication. She cried out in pain as he\nslid fully inside her. The other males seemed to only laugh at her fear and\ndiscomfort. Suddenly the man in front of her sunk his fingers into her thighs\nand forced her open and thrust himself inside of her.

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To Pikachu it seemed that she was back on Earth where her step-daddy or her\nboyfriend would bring their friends over for her to entertain. She began to\nshake uncontrollably, wishing that she were dead. When one man finished, another\nman would take his place.

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At some point in her ordeal she became dimly aware of a familiar voice shouting,\n\"Get away from her!\" Another voice said, \"Rollo, take it easy. We are doing this\nfor your sake!\" After Rollo bellowed, \"I will see you all dead!\" She felt\nherself dropping to the wet pavement. Pikachu lay naked, suddenly forgotten. She\nlooked up in the direction of Rollo's voice. His dark shape was advancing on the\ngroup, his huge ax in his hands. There was another flash of light, bathing his\nform in light. He looked like he had come from Hell itself. One of the men had a\nshield and a sword. He said, \"Be rational, Rollo. There are many on us and only\none of you!\"

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Rollo merely swung his mighty ax back and charged the man. The man attempted to\nraise his shield. But the ax smashed its way through and into the man, cutting\nalmost in half. The other men scattered.

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Rollo didn't pursue, he just gathered Pikachu into his arms and gently hugged\nher against him. He said gently, \"It is all right, Pikachu, you are safe now.\"\nHe carried her weeping form back with him.

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Martin continued to watch events from a distance. The results confirmed what he\nthought. Rollo had continued to practice with Martin and Martin continued learn\nhis moves. Martin had to admit that Rollo was somewhat skilled with that huge ax\nof his. Under different circumstances Martin would have been proud to take him\ninto a mercenary company. Under those circumstances Martin could have protected\nhim so that Rollo might grow out of his rash failings.

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During their practice session they always used padded weapons so that it would\nbe hard for either of them to sustain much damage. Still whenever Rollo got\nangry he always fell back on that single attack. Martin had to admit that it was\ndevastating if one was unlucky to be caught under it. The problem came if the\nopponent was not caught under it. Then Rollo had left himself defenseless to a\nriposte.

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Picturing that moment in his mind, Martin could almost see the anguished look in\nRollo's eyes as Martin sunk his sword between his ribs and into his heart. When\nthe time came, Martin would savor that look, Rollo's look of horror as he\nrealized that he was dying and that Pikachu was at Martin's mercy at last.

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Sometime later Martin returned to the room he was using at Rollo's and Arbus's\nhouse. He feared that he might have to leave after the confrontation he had with\nArbus a few weeks ago. But things were much more relaxed now.

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As he walked the darkened halls he saw Lois crawling towards him. She was bathed\nwith sweat. She looked up at him, this time without the insolence and the\narrogance. \"That was gone, a thing of the past never to return,' he\nthought, \"at least not if Arbus has anything to say in the matter.\" She\nknelt in front of him, saying \"Master, I beg of you, make use of this foolish\nslave girl. She is in agony. She burns so!\" she swayed her body to seduce him.\n\"Kiss my feet!\" he ordered. She bent her face down to them, and used her lips\nand tongue to placate him. After an Ehn he inquired if Arbus was allowing her\nuse yet. He laughed at her anguished, \"No!\" \"Come to me when he has. Then I\nwill use you well.\" He promised her. She meekly responded, \"Yes master, I thank\nyou.\" and crawled away, weeping softly at her shame and weakness.

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Aganipe knelt back on her heels, looking straight ahead. A small puddle of musky\noil formed at her cunt. Clark showed her the open collar. Engraved upon it was,\n\"Aganipe, property of Clark of Kent.\" He placed it around her neck. The lock\nclicked when he shut it. At the sound of the click Aganipe shuddered in orgasm.\nClark simply said, \"You are mine, now Aganipe.\" She looked up at him with\na kajira's awe and love. She promised \"Your slave, Aganipe will strive to be\nabsolutely pleasing to her Master.\"

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\"Diana of Themyscira or Wonder Woman no longer exists. She was my colleague. You\nare my slave, only that. I expect you to be absolutely pleasing and obedient. Do\nyou understand this, Slave Girl?\"

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Aganipe answered, \"Yes Master!\" She wanted to say \"I have been such a girl for\nmonths now. It was you who was blind!\" Instead, she only relished the fact\nthat her Master had opened his eyes at last. The longing of almost two years for\nthe right master was over. She had the one she wanted now, and she would do\nwhatever she had to do to keep him. Unaware of his slave's thoughts, Clark was\nlecturing: \"If I require a beast of burden, you shall be so. If I require coins,\nyou will be sent to the street of coins or rented out to a Paga tavern. If I\nwant to raise a crop you will be hitched to a plow. You will be absolutely\nobedient or you will be punished. Do you understand?\" She answered eagerly, \"Yes\nMaster! Your slave is in heat. Please use her the way she was meant to be used,\nwith absolute dominance.\"

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Clark slid his yielding slave girl onto her back. There was no resistance; it\nwas as if she were an extension of his hands. He felt her breasts yield against\nthe pressure of his chest and flatten against him. Her thighs blossomed into a\ncradle to absorb his thrusts. Their mouths locked in embrace. His cock slid into\nher hot, inviting tunnel. He began to slowly thrust in and out of his hot slave.\nIn turn, she used her body and inner muscles to yield completely to her master.\nHis Mare-who-destroys-mercifully did not do so this day. Instead she yielded to\nher Master completely in a full and loud slave orgasm.

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Two nights later, Clark looked up at the lights of Venna. They were just outside\nthe city's walls. Venna was the closest city on the road to there destination.\nThey would be in Ar in a few days. Morganna had warned him that he should not\nget his hopes up. It was highly unlikely that Lois would still be there. For\nthat matter, Arbus and Rollo might not even be there. They could easily be on a\ntrade caravan to another city.

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He looked down at Kara. Physicians had confirmed what Morganna had hinted at and\nwas now becoming apparent to the naked eye. Kara was pregnant. He carefully\nremoved the Kryptonite alloy control devices from her body. Without those\nobjects he could clearly hear a tiny heartbeat coming from inside her belly.

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Kara stirred, her face a mask of discomfort. He noticed her eyelids moving in\nthe quick jerky motion of REM or rapid eye movement. \"She must be having a\ndream.\" She was twisting and moaning. It must be a disturbing dream,\" he\nconcluded. Clark knelt down and crawled beside her on the sleeping fur to take\nher in his arms.

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The huge man enters the dimly lit room and stops to once again gaze possessively\nat her. She raises her blue eyes to his, then blushes and lowers them. Her\nshoulders tremble. She had broken a rule and knows that she will soon be\npunished for it. There is no way to stop him from doing whatever he decides to\ndo to her for attempting to disobey him. Except for a handful of his\ncompatriots, no one on this planet even suspects that the once powerful\nSupergirl has been reduced to a helpless slave girl in the collar of her\ndemanding Gorean master.

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In this special room, deprived of yellow sunlight and under the constant glow of\ninfrared lamps, her super powers have faded gradually. When rested, she still\nhas the strength of two strong men, but she gets little rest. For the past weeks\nMarcus and his men have used his slave Kiara (KEY-er-ah) as their private paga\nslut on a round-the-clock basis. Each of her orgasms accelerated the process of\ndraining her reserves of solar energy, and under the influence of the former\nWonder Woman's magic lasso, their newest slave was unable to resist them in any\nway. Now he doesn't even need the lasso except on special occasions. She lives\nin complete terror of a Kurri device called a neural whip.

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Kiara wipes tears from her eyes then wiggles to a kneeling position despite the\nchains on her wrists and ankles. She tries not to finger the brand that has been\nburned into her thigh with hot kryptonite. Unlike the first three attempts, this\none will not heal itself in a matter of hours. She has prayed to the Gods of\nKrypton that she will never have to face that ordeal again. Her owner is a\nGorean slave runner and he does not regard a woman as fully his property unless\nshe was marked with a kajira's brand.

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Although he is physically a normal man as far as he can tell, Marcus uses\nsuperior technology, intelligence, and size to control everything she does, or\nsays, or even thinks. With the aide of the yellow slaving lasso even her\nemotions can be dictated to suit his desires. He found her body greatly\ndesirable, and for a man of his planet that had been sufficient reason for him\nto use the power at his disposal to capture her, nullify her super-normal\nabilities, and enslave her.

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The same chains that now prevent any escape from his underwater headquarters\nalso prevent Kiara from touching herself for sexual relief. In the hours her\nMaster was gone she would remember and fantasize about the exquisite pleasure\nshe received from his touch. Nothing in the world is like it, he had told her,\nbecause no other woman has her sensitivity and responsiveness to male\nattentions.

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He had forced her to tell him about the way being defeated had aroused her in\nher super heroine days and he had explained that for all her strength and\ninvulnerability there had been a natural slave inside her psyche, a core of her\npersonality that longed to emerge.

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In these past days she has been forced to become that woman. Branded permanently\nas a slave and without any hope of rescue, Kara Jor-El submitted to Marcus of\nGor formally, in the language of her home planet. He had forced her to make that\nsubmission each morning of her slavery, but this time the words emerged without\nthe psychic prompting of the yellow lasso around her throat. When this latest\ncollar clicked shut, Kiara understood that it would never come off unless Marcus\nchose to sell her or one of them died.

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Kiara had always been extremely quick to climax and she was capable of multiple\norgasms until she passed out in compete exhaustion. Yet Marcus had found ways to\nprevent her climax until she was all but mad with frustration. Now he induces\nreleases of her pent-up sexual tension that brings rapture such as she had never\ndreamed was possible. Once he began to use the lasso to command her submission\nto his ownership at those moments, the emotional impact of the orgasms deprives\nher of all sense of reality.

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Marcus calls them slave orgasms, and told her that when she fully accepts her\nstatus as a powerless slave, they will come naturally. Kiara wants that to be\ntrue, but she hadn't thought she could ever visualize herself that way. Only\nnow, looking down at a mark he had personally burned into her body with\nwhite-hot metal, does she realize that her Master does indeed have complete\npower over her. Tonight had been the absolute proof.

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The beautiful singer Shania Hope traveled surrounded by fans or bodyguards. Yet\nshe was carried into the room in the bonds of a slave. Her devotion to\nmotherhood and family was the stuff of industry legend, but with the glowing\nyellow slaver's rope around her waist the dark-haired siren stripped off her\nclothes and performed every sexual act that Marcus ordered, including straddling\nthe chained Kiara's swollen clit-prick and riding them both to climax.

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At the end of the evening, just before Marcus and the Kurii agent posing as her\nchauffeur bundled their new plaything into a shipment box, Kiara was ordered to\ninject the pregnant star with a drug that would cause her to spontaneously abort\na few hours later.

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Her mind had screamed in protest but her hand had been steady. To her\neverlasting relief, the syringe turned out to contain something else altogether.\nShe had broken into hysterical crying afterwards, unable to stop even after it\nwas explained that she had only administered the necessary sedative for Shania's\nreturn to her hotel room.

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\"I do not kidnap married woman, nor do I separate mothers from their children.\"\nMarcus had assured her. \"Aside from the distinct possibility that I will enjoy\nher charms again sometime in the future, Ms. Hope is in no danger from me. She\nwill remember this night only in sexual daydreams, the power of the slaver's\nrope will see to that.\"

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That had taken place hours ago. Now the massive slaver has returned to tower\nover his female possession. While he speaks, his hand is forcing her to meet and\nhold his gaze. \"Now tell me this, kajira mine; did you try to resist carrying\nout my command?\"

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Afraid to voice either the truth or a lie, Kiara shakes her head in denial. To\nher dismay, the lasso once again descends over her head and the question is\nrepeated. This time there is no way to suppress the truth. \"I was trying to\nscream \"No!\" the whole time, Master, but my body would not cooperate.\"

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\"So you would have disobeyed me, if you could?\"

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Kiara's terrified mind tries to form a plausible lie at the same time her lips\nspeak words that condemn her to the agony of a beating with an electrified metal\nwhip.

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In her sleep Supergirl shuddered as she remembered what followed:

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She had been suspended and whipped while she begged her master for mercy. Then\nhis fingers had worked her into a frenzy of sexual need before he allowed her to\ncome. Then he did it again, and then again. Each time he worked more of his hand\ninside her dripping cunt until at last his whole fist was imbedded in her body.\nShe continued to come, but even as her body convulsed in painful ecstasy she was\nscreaming for him to take it out before he tore her asunder.

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Yet Marcus did not relent that night. Instead, he closed his other fist around\nhis slave's distended clitoris and worked it like a man jerking off. Kiara's\nmind exploded with an overload of sensation as a stream of cum spurted out onto\nthe floor. He pinched and she screamed in pain, he stroked and she cried out in\nuncontrollable pleasure. He held her life and sanity in his hand and she was\ncompletely without defenses against him.

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Superman held his young cousin in his arms, gently rocking her as she came out\nof the nightmare. Her body had been pouring out sexual pheromones and her\nprotoplasmic clitoris had swollen to its maximum length, but she had been\nscreaming in both fear and pain when he began to try to awaken her. He had\ndebated using true force to wake her up instantly, but decided the risk too\ngreat. With Kara's powers, the results could be too unpredictable.

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Her dark lashes parted and the man called Clark of Kent stared for a long moment\ninto the bluest eyes in the solar system. Her mouth opened in a perfect O and\nthen he claimed those red lips with a kiss. Supergirl had suffered through many\nsuch flashbacks in Clark Kent's apartment in Metropolis; the only thing that\nreally seemed to calm her was forceful tenderness. She possessed many of his\nsuperpowers and a few unique ones, but she had never had more than half his\nstrength. For some reason, finding herself restrained tended to bring his young\ncousin a sense of renewed safety. \"Ka-El,\" she asked, using his true name, \"what\nare you going to do with me when we go back to Earth?\"

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\"I will free you, of course. Everyone deserves the right to choose their own\ndestiny.\"

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\"But I do not want that choice, Cousin. I would rather be the slave of Clark\nKent than a free woman. You could keep me at your Fortress of Solitude.\"

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Three months before, Clark would not have been seriously tempted, but the idea\nof living happily with this loving and sensuous woman at his beck and call was\nnow quite inviting. He got sexually excited whenever he even thought about that\npossibility. He concealed his reaction by remarking, \"I doubt Lois would approve\nof that arrangement. If you want a master, Kara, you must pick someone else. It\ncan be anyone besides Lex Luthor. I don't much care for the thought of your\nsuperpowers at his disposal.\" \"What about my body, Master Clark? How do you feel\nabout the idea of Lex running his hands over it and filling me with his big\nsex.\" The idea alone made him furious, In fact, despite his instructions that\nKara could lay with whomever she wished, the thought of any man touching what\nwas now his property made him want to send them flying into space. It was\nfortunate for the males of Gor that Kara much preferred his use to any other\nman's. Yet what he actually said was, \"Here on Gor I own that body, back on\nEarth it will be yours to use as you see fit.\"

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Supergirl's emotions were still in turmoil from the dream, and she was finding\nit hard to deal with the powerful hormones of motherhood racing through her\nveins. Kara exploded in anger and disappointment:

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\"In that case, I chose not to go back to Earth. Nor will I stay with you in\nyour silly quest any longer, Clark. I submitted to you in all sincerity, but you\nare basically only pretending that you are the master of this abject and loving\nslave. She did not insist on coming to Gor with you to help you find an excuse\nfor casting her adrift without a master, but because a Master is owed every\nservice his slave can think to render him.

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I didn't turn out to be what you needed, but you have that now. You have an\nexperienced guide, and two other women eager to remain your Mistress. I am going\nto find myself another real master like Marcus. There must be plenty of men like\nhim on this planet.\"

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With a burst of super strength and speed she pushed out of Clark's arms and\nshot for the door. He stared after her in stunned amazement at being rejected by\na woman he knew was deeply in love with him. Then his photographic memory\nreplayed her words and expressions. She had been sincerely hurt, more than a\nlittle jealous of the other women of his growing harem, and yet totally sincere\nin her feeling that something important was missing from their relationship. In\nthat instant it finally hit him what was missing, and how to remedy it.

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Once she was alone in the field outside the tent city, the young Kryptonian\nwoman realized that there was no way to find a man on Gor who was her equal\nphysically, and who also would want her as just a devoted slave girl. She could\nfind such men on Earth, but they would probably be super villains who would\ndelight in tormenting a former nemesis.

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Batman might take her in, but he would probably make her wear Kryptonite rings\nin her nipples as Dr Rancor had done to neutralize her powers. That constant\npain would be hard to bear after the past months of relief, but this growing\npain on her soul was just too much to bear any longer. She launched herself into\nthe sky and prepared to accelerate to escape velocity.

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Had she been less distracted she would have seen him coming. Instead she was\nstruck so hard in her lower back that she went crashing to the ground. Before\nshe could rise past her hands and knees there was a crackling sound and the hint\nof ozone. Then Kara's world exploded in pain.

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Her body was supposedly invulnerable. That is a myth. The molecular structure\nof the two Kryptonians' outer cells is simply so dense that it is all but\nimpossible to penetrate by standard means, yet she and Superman both feel some\npain, and are momentarily vulnerable to electric shocks. With Superman's\nstrength behind it the metallic neural whip delivered its charge directly to her\ncentral nervous system. Every muscle in her body went into convulsions. She\nwrithed and flopped, screaming in pain as she was struck again, this time so\nhard the metal whip broke into pieces on impact.

\n

Then, as she lay face down on the ground weeping with the residual pain, her\nattacker climbed onto her back and forced his steel hard erection into her\nresisting anus. No words were spoken as he rammed his tool in and out until he\nbegan to spurt powerfully. To her tight channel it felt like a firehouse inside\nher. She fought desperately to get away but the man on top refused to let her\nup. She tried to call for help but he efficiently gagged with her own hair. She\nwas in his power completely. Her pussy began juicing profusely.

\n

Superman pulled Supergirl into his lap, and paused to admire the white globes\nof her bottom cheeks before bringing his hand down upon them at super speed. She\nhowled in protest, but his other arm suppressed her struggles. He struck again\nand again, taking no pleasure in her cries of true pain but noting with\nincreasing satisfaction the way her clit was becoming distended and her cleft\nmoist with her womanly secretions.

\n

A few minutes after her muffled cries of alarm and surprise had turned into\nstifled screeches of fear and pain, Clark did something he had never done\nbefore. He rolled her onto her back and took her prick-like clitoris into his\nmouth and sucked. His blond slave went into a paroxysm of pleasure/pain. He\nlessened his suction and plied his tongue along its length, swallowing cum,\nwhich spurted from it like a man's ejaculation.

\n

She reared up but his hand on her chest forced her irresistibly back to the\nground. Each hand claimed a breast and Clark began to feast on his prize the\nsame way he had so enjoyed doing to Lois. Supergirl bucked and gurgled and would\nhave urged him to continue but for the wad of hair in her mouth. He ignored\nthose entreaties, and brought her to climax again and again until the orgasms\nhad all but exhausted her supply of solar energy. Then he locked her hands and\nfeet in slave shackles before climbing on top to rape his helpless captive.

\n

The young slave was beyond pain and terror. She was beyond mere pleasure to a\nstate of ecstasy her master had never taken her to before. Kara could tell by\nClark's cries as he had come earlier that her Master had derived incredible\npleasure from violating her asshole. Now she was determined that he would get a\nsimilar pleasure from his slave's pussy. She clenched down as hard as she could\nto keep him out, secure in the knowledge that this man could force his way into\nher freely juicing channel with ease.

\n

But instead of the deep thrust he often used with her, this time Clark entered\nher by millimeters. When she tried to move to draw him deeper he brought her\nfeet up to his neck and pinned them against her chest. His pulled the hair from\nher mouth and claimed her lips and tongue in the rough kiss of a master to a\nslave. His hands gripped the side of her head so firmly she worried that he\nwould crush her skull.

\n

She couldn't breath, she couldn't get free, and she couldn't bring herself to\nclimax. All she could do wait helplessly for him to take his pleasure from her\nbody. She waited in stark terror for her master to decide her fate. Just as her\nworld was fading to black, it exploded in reds and yellows as the tip of his\nsteel-hard cock nudged her g-spot. He breathed air into her lungs and the\nrenewed oxygen caused an orgasm that seemed to blow her head off.

\n

Clark's hips established a slow rhythm that drove his erection to the base of\nher womb and withdrew to halfway out before working deep within her yet again.\nKara expected to come again and again as she usually did but this time there was\nvery little clitoral stimulation. All the pleasure was coming from deep inside\nher, it was a very different sensation from the sexual feelings she was used to:\nless intense and immediate but more comforting. As Clark was stroking her, he\nwas kissing her more thoroughly than he had ever done before.

\n

\"I will never let you go, my special little slut.\" He murmured \"No other man\nwill have you, for I mean to keep you in my chains to bear my children one day.\nYou will never be free of your master, not on this world or any other.\"

\n

Kara's mind and body began a deep shuddering vaginal orgasm with those words.\nShe expected to come down from it but her legs were pulled wide so that his\npubis began to stimulate her ultra-sensitive clitoris. His rhythm shifted,\nalternating deep and shallow thrusts so that she drifted on wave after wave of\nphysical ecstasy. Her pleasure brought with it a tension that built and built to\nthe point where she pleaded for a final release against the mouth that had never\nbroken its kiss the whole time.

\n

She was so excited at being used as a helpless slave girl once more that she\ndidn't notice that he wasn't letting her draw breath. Instead she was overcome\nwith a feeling of joy as Clark was growling \"You are Mine; you are MINE; you ARE\nMine!\" over and over again as he pumped her wildly squirming body. The squirming\nbecame a wild bucking as she fought desperately to get the air he had denied\nher, but his grip was unmovable no matter how much strength she employed. At\nlast, with a forceful command to \"Come for me, my love, give your soul to your\nmaster\" Clark pulled his mouth away. He latched his teeth into her neck at the\nbase of her shoulder, and began working his hips furiously.

\n

Kara came for her Master on command. She came the way she had been dreaming of\ndoing since the night she first gave him her slave's submission. She finally\nfelt wholly his and so yielded her very soul to him in true slave orgasm. Clark\nroared his own exultation at completely sexually dominating the last fertile\nfemale of his race.

\n
\n

\"Have you been given permission to leave the establishment?\" Rollo asked the\nslave carrying a tied bundle. A startled Pikachu looked up, \"No, Master.\" She\nresponded. She did not believe in lying to Rollo or Arbus or Sylvia. They\ngenerally treated her fairly and besides that, she had been conditioned to tell\nthe truth without even considering whether a lie would serve her purposes\nbetter. He knelt down and undid the blanket to look at the bundle that she had\nbeen carrying. It was full of food and supplies. He commented, \"It seems that\nyou planned to be away for quite time. Do you know what the penalty for stealing\nis?\" She answered, \"Yes Master!\" He asked \"Do you know what is done to an\nescaped slave when she is caught and returned to her Master?\" \"She is\nhamstrung.\" Pikachu offered in a very small voice. He knelt down and kissed her\nAchilles tendon, at the back of her ankle. He could tell it was quite tight. He\nsaid, \"I would hate to have this severed.\" She remarked, \"So would I!\" \"I don't\nthink you have any idea how painful it is. I have seen it done.\" \"Yes,\nMaster!\" Pikachu murmured. The very idea left her feeling queasy.\" \"And yet\nyou plan to go through fool-hearty plan anyhow. Why? Is slavery here so\nonerous?\" he asked, \"No, Master! My time here has been some of the happiest\ntimes of my life!\" she blurted out.

\n

\"So why?\"

\n

\"You know the reason. Master: It is Martin.\"

\n

\"You would risk so much just because he is a mean fuck?\"

\n

\"You know it is more than that! He and I are locked in a struggle that will only\nend when one of us is dead. In the meantime he has killed people that are dear\nto me. He knows that he can hurt me that way. He will do it again. He will kill\nyou and Arbus eventually. It is only a matter of time.\"

\n

Rollo answered, \"He can try to kill me. But I think Arbus is safe from his\nwrath.\"

\n

\"No, he is not, Master. A confrontation is building between them. You can see it\nin their eyes.\"

\n

\"It is not your fault that those men died.\" Rollo offered, reasonably. \"They\nknew what they were doing and they did it on their own free will.\"

\n

Pikachu briefly forgot she was speaking to a free man, she simply tried to\nexplain what the situation was like from her point of view:

\n

\"Am I to take some comfort from that? Some women might think it romantic that\nmen are willing to die on their behalf, but I do not. I only remember their\nsmiling, laughing faces and realize that I had some part of the fact that no one\nwill ever see them again.

\n

Martin calls me manipulative. Perhaps he is right. I did take some measure of\njoy in his discomfort and uneasiness at my popularity. In a way I found it\nempowering. That was my sin and other people had to suffer for it! Now I am\nwilling to pay the price for such arrogance.\"

\n

\"We all enjoyed Martin's discomfort.\" Rollo told her in hopes that she would\nfeel better. \"I cannot stand it any more. I must do something.\" Pikachu\ninsisted.

\n

\"He will just hunt you down.\"

\n

\"He dares not. He remains in Ar for some other reason. It burns in him. By the\ntime he is finished with that, I will be long gone!\"

\n

\"Do you really believe that?\"

\n

She answered, \"I have to! What other choice do I have?\"

\n

\"We could go together. That way I could protect you. You could be my slave\nalone.\"

\n

\"You would break your partnership for me?\"

\n

\"Yes I would!\"

\n

She answered, \"I cannot ask you to do that! I would like that, but I would be\nafraid for you. And what would happen if you died? Then I would be alone again,\nin danger of falling to a master like Martin or so many of the men I have\nknown.\" Rollo answered, \"Is that such a likely fate? On the whole, most Goreans\nare not cruel. They are strict, but they are not cruel.\"

\n

\"Rollo, on the whole the men of Earth are not cruel. But I have found more than\nmy share of them in my short lifetime. Arbus says that I attract them. It is my\npersonality!\"

\n

\"That is no longer true. You have a confidence that would frighten such men\naway! Only a true man could be your Master!\"

\n

She answered, \"I wish that were true. But it is not. All of Gor is geared into\nmaking me into a needful animal who that can only imagine an existence under a\nstrong master. Look at Lois. Not so many months ago she was a strong, confident\nwoman. Now she prowls the halls of this establishment looking much like those\naddicts that prowl the cities of my Earth. Now all she wants is to be owned by a\nmaster that will use her and satisfy her slave needs. In a not too distant\nfuture, that will be me, as well.\"

\n

\"Lois is being trained as a pleasure slave. You are trained as a first slave.\nThere is a difference.\"

\n

\"Sylvia is not that much difference than Lois. She juices nicely at the thought\nof Arbus's touch. If denied it, she would soon look and act like Lois!\"

\n

Rollo had noticed that Pikachu wasn't talking with him as a slave to a master,\nbut as one friend to another. It didn't bother him. In fact, it seemed right\nthat they should talk this way. He started to remind her that as an earth\ngirl, her only possible future on Gor was slavery or death, but then he paused\nand suggested, \"I could give you another option. You could become my free\ncompanion. Then if something happened to me you would still be free. You would\nhave my Home Stone!\"

\n

\"Things would be no different. I would still be an earth girl alone on Gor. It\nwould only be a matter of time before I would find myself in a collar, home\nstone or not. Besides that, being a free woman on Gor isn't any better than\nbeing a slave, just different. I don't want to be one of those stuck-up, frigid\nfree women. On this planet, if a woman shows any sign that she understands her\nbody then she is considered worthy only of the collar.\"

\n

\"What is it that you want?\"

\n

\"I want to be Melissa Suzuki: a free person on a planet where free women are\nallowed to enjoy life and act as slaves do.\"

\n

\"You know that is impossible!\"

\n

\"I know, but maybe for a short period of time I can be free. Being an Urt girl\nis not so bad an existence. If I survive long enough, and Martin is no longer\nhere, perhaps I will take you up on that offer of being your slave or your free\ncompanion.\"

\n

\"I could chain you up.\"

\n

\"Yes, you could, and you could force-feed me too. Do you care for me so little\nto relegate me to such an existence?\"

\n

Rollo answered, \"No.\" Pikachu then asked, \"Rollo, why is it that you never used\nme?\" Rollo asked, \"What?\" Her question seemed to him to have come out\nnowhere.

\n

\"Every other male in this establishment has used me. They have taught me how to\nuse my body; how to give pleasure and receive it. Does my body interest you so\nlittle? You certainly are glad to make exuberant use of other slaves, especially\nif they have blond hair, big hips and full breasts.\"

\n

Rollo answered, \"It is not your body that is at fault, it is my size. I am so\nbig and you are so small and delicate I was afraid I might crush you. At the\nvery least, I was afraid I would dislocate your hips. Men of Torvaldsland are\nnot known for our gentle use of women.\"

\n

\"You are gentle and considerate when you cradle me in your arms. I feel safe and\ncomfortable then. I cannot believe that you would hurt me.\"

\n

\"I am just a crude dumb Torvaldslander, but I wanted to have Andre touch with\nwomen I always really wanted to be something special to you. I never wanted to\nuse you.

\n

\"Rollo. I would love it if you made love to me.\"

\n

\"Made love?\" asked Rollo dubiously.

\n

\"It's what I call the way Andre used me. I know you can do it. I will show you\nhow.\"

\n

\"I don't know?\" answered Rollo

\n

\"At the worst you will dislocate the bones in my hip sockets. Then I will not be\ngoing anywhere.\"

\n

She slipped out of her tunic, her smile attempting to reassure him that she\nwould be OK and would not break. She brushed her body against his as she worked\nhis tunic over her head. She undid and lowered his leggings. She then began to\nkiss his thighs and belly.

\n

After he was completely excited he gently he picked her up and cradled her\nagainst his chest. Listening to his heartbeat, Pikachu felt reassured and safe.\nHe bent his head down and kissed her on the head. He worked his way around to\nher nose. She began to kiss back. He lifted her, still cradling her against him.\nThey started to tentatively kiss each other's lips. He moaned in delight and\nlowered her down to the floor, where he sat beside her.

\n

Suddenly she stiffened, worried that he meant to penetrate her immediately with\nhis now massive erection. Instead, his lips worked their way down her body. He\nkissed her nipples, her navel, and loins. He spent several minutes gently\nworking her cunt. He only pulled back when he could hear her gentle squeals and\ntaste her oily come.

\n

He lay down rocking her against him. She started to kiss his shoulders and furry\nchest. Her fingers gently teased his balls and then his cock. Telling him to lay\nback and enjoy it, her mouth closed on the tip and suckled. His hips lurched\nupward briefly. Then he relaxed and let her work the magic Sylvia had been\nsharing with her protégé.

\n

At last, she slid it down her throat. Again, she spent several minutes bobbling\nher head up and down, bringing him to climax. She prolonged it until she could\nfeel her stomach fill with his seed. She smiled; \"those classes had come\nin handy after all\". Otherwise she would never have believed she could\ndeep-throat such a thick long cock.

\n

She picked up his huge hand and placed it against her buttocks as she stepped\nacross his body. Swaying, she pulled herself up to her knees, on his thighs.\nLeaning back on his upturned knees she carefully raised herself over his still\nrampant cock. She started to thread herself on him as she lowered herself. As\nshe felt him began to fill her she squealed happily and began to use her\nnow-trained interior muscles to maximal effect. After some very pleasant time\nhad passed she again felt herself fill with his seed. They held each other and\nkissed in mutual embrace until early morning. Gradually Rollo fell asleep as he\nlistened to the gentle rhythm of her heart.

\n

Carefully Mouse slid off Rollo. She slid back into her tunic. She gathered up\nher supplies. Before she bundled them up again, she unwrapped an object. It was\nblack and smelled of oil. She checked the magazine and stared at the glowing\nbullets. She reloaded the magazine. She rewrapped Martin's Lugar. She wrapped a\nbelt around her waist and slid the pistol into her belt. She headed for the\ncanals of Ar.

\n

The next morning Sylvia asked Rollo where Pikachu was. He answered, that he had\nsent her on an errand. When asked what the errand was, he answered, \"Curiosity\ndoes not become a kajira.\"

\n

That afternoon, Martin informed Arbus that he might be gone for some time; a\nsmall knickknack had been stolen and he meant to have it returned.

\n

* * * *

\n

Clark studied the lights of Ar. \"I suppose that they do have a certain charm,\"\nhe conceded. Morganna said, \"Charm? This is the biggest, finest city I have\never seen, the biggest in all of Gor.\" \"The lights of Metropolis are much\ngrander!\" Clark told her. Morganna responded, \"Then you will have to show them\nto me, someday.\"

\n

\"With a bit of luck, that day will be quite soon.\"

\n

Morganna advised, \"Do not get ahead of yourself, Master Clark of Kent. Ar has\nmillions of residents and no telephone directories. It might take days just to\nlocate the right establishment. Clark conceded, \"Undoubtedly true, but I have a\nfeeling that tomorrow will be an eventful day.\" Morganna added, \"I do too,\nMaster, and that is not always a good thing.\"

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