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While this story is completely stand alone, it takes place in the same fantasy world as The Girl, The Tree And The Wager (https://www.ticklingforum.com/threa...r-m-f-upperbody-scenes-of-desperation.437919/) and The Girl, The Witch And The Love Spell (https://www.ticklingforum.com/threa...pell-f-m-scenes-of-desperation-sexual.438262/)
TALES FROM THE GREY EMPIRE:
THE EMPEROR'S WIFE
by MikeMenace
Her heart sinks when the door to the bed chamber opens and Olbrad II, ruler of the Grey Empire walks in. She didn't want this marriage. Her father offered her to the Emperor to forge an alliance. She stayed stoic and brave throughout the wedding ceremony. She could focus her attention on the guests and the food. She did not have to look at that man she barely knew - her husband. But now it is time to consummate the marriage and she can't help but feel afraid. She notices how vulnerable she is in the thin silk night robe she's wearing over her naked body.
"Good evening, Katrina," Olbrad says and she looks up at him. Without the armor and the crown, wearing a robe similar to hers, he seems almost human. If she tried really hard she might even forget that he's the ruler of the most powerful human empire on the continent. But then the realization creeps in - he came here to consummate his marriage and he's going to do it whether she likes it or not. She sees a concerned frown appear on his handsome face. He lets out a deep sigh and says, "You don't want to be here, Katrina. I can see that." Her heart sinks even further, and a shudder runs up her spine as he walks up to the bed. She expects anger and threats but instead he just sits down on the bed next to her.
As they sit side by side in the candle-lit bed chamber he says to her, "I didn't want to force you into marriage, Katrina. But it was the only way to protect Sarmetia." She looks at him with confusion at the mention of her country. "A war is coming, Katrina. Hordes of Orcs approach from the South. The Grey Empire will survive the invasion. Sarmetia, if left on its own, will not. As Emperor I swore to protect all human life. I wanted to help Sarmetia fend off the Orc invasion. The Imperial Military Council disagreed." There's bitterness in his voice when he mentions the council. "Your father, King Milovil IV, made enemies among my generals. Many of them would love to see Sarmetia fall. A personal union between your kingdom and my empire was the only solution I had left. If I wanted to help defend Sarmetia, I had to ask your father for your hand."
She feels tears building up at his revelation. Yes, she's a victim of a political power play but her husband had her kingdom's best interest in mind. She can't help but feel relief.
"We need to consummate our marriage," he says after a few moments of silence, "I know you're frightened, but I have an idea how to make this night more bearable, perhaps even fun."
"Fun? My lord, I don't see..."
"Please, call me Olbrad," he interrupts her, "In this chamber I'm not your emperor, I am your husband. And I ask you to listen to the whole proposal before you say no. Please."
"Very well."
"In my early twenties, as a young prince I had a bit of a reputation. I would try to tickle any beautiful woman I set my eyes on. Palace maids, cousins, I even tickled a visiting princess once," he blushes slightly when he admits that, "Many of my tickle escapades ended with a night of passion. Some of the palace maids I played with will be listening to what we do in the bedroom, Katrina. And, let me tell you, palace maids are the worst gossips in the empire. If they hear ticklish laughter they will tell everyone that we consummated our marriage, whether we actually have sex or not." He takes a deep breath, still blushing. "So? What do you think of my idea?"
"Ticklish laughter? You want to tickle me?" There's a hint of amusement in her voice. She did not expect the most powerful man on the continent to admit to being a womanizing tickle monster.
"Tie you up and tickle you, to be exact. Can you get off the bed for a second?" She obeys and he pulls off the quilt they were sitting on, revealing a white-sheeted mattress and four silk tapes secured to each bed post. "Valtorian silk," he says pointing at one of the tapes, "Doesn't hurt the skin and it's almost unbreakable."
"Olbrad," she says nervously, "Do you expect me to just lie down there and let you tickle me?"
"I know you're nervous. That's why I'm going first," he says and slips off his night robe, revealing his muscular body. He lies down naked in the middle of the bed and spreads his arms and legs. "Tie me up my queen," he says in a playfully thetrical tone.
She laughs a nervous laugh. This is becoming absurd. But she follows his intructions and ties him to the bed, limb by limb. When she's done Olbrad tests the bondage by yanking each tape. They are secure.
"Congratulations, my queen. I'm not going anywhere. Now do your worst."
"What?" she asks confused.
"You have the opportunity to tickle torture the ruler of the Grey Empire. I suggest you use it," he says with a playful grin.
She sits down on the bed next to her spread-eagled husband and very shyly starts spider-walking her fingers over his belly. His muscles spasm under her fingertips and she hears him sharply inhale.
"Is that all you got?" he asks through clenched teeth.
He's goading her. He dares to goad her into tickling him more. A competitive spirit flares up inside Katrina. She'll show him what she got.
She digs her fingers into his abs and his whole body shudders. She looks at his face. He's biting his lip to keep himself from laughing. She keeps digging into his abs and a yelp escapes his mouth. She got him now. She gives his flanks a squeeze and then another and that opens the floodgates. Helpless giggling pours out of Olbrad's lips. She can't believe it. The most powerful ruler on the continent is squirming under her fingers. She moves her hands up, poking, prodding and goosing Olbrad's ribcage. He pulls on the tapes, shaking the whole bed as his giggling turns into uncontrollable laughter. He's twisting and turning his body as much as the bondage allows it, but there's no escaping Katrina's fingers. She feels mischievious joy building up inside her as she sees this powerful man suffer under her delicate touch. He was right. This is fun.
"Are you ticklish, Olbrad?" she asks in a playful tone.
"Yeeheeheeheeheez!" he answers between cackles.
"How about here? Are you ticklish here?" she asks as her hands dive into his armpits.
"BY GODS, NOT THERE!" he screams out and bursts out in hysterical laughter.
"I'll take that as a yes."
Katrina gleefully explores the Emperor's sensitive underarms. She lightly scribbles the skin with her nails. She digs into the soft pits. She squeezes the muscles. As she's testing out technique after ticklish technique Olbard is flailing on the bed, waves of frenzied laughter pouring out of his mouth. His dark hair is sticking to his sweaty forehead. Tears are rolling down his cheeks. She can't help but feel warm moistness growing between her legs. To have such control over a man, let alone this man - she can't deny that it turns her on. She alternates between digging into his tender ribs and slowly caressing his armpits with her fingernails. No matter how much he throws his body against the restraints, he can't shake off her ticklish ministrations. He's helplessly thrashing his head from side to side.
"Ready to surrender, Olbrad?" she asks digging into his underarms.
"NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!"
"Good. Cause there's one more spot I want to try." Her fingers start tickling his neck and it's all over for poor Olbrad. His laughter becomes panicked, his eyes grow wide as saucers. He's trying to scrunch and hide his neck but her fingers find opening after ticklish opening. She even tickles his ears. The Emperor's arms and torso are covered in goosebumps. Katrina smiles triumphantly, knowing that she just found her husband's weakest spot.
"MERCY! I GIVE UP!" Olbrad screams out after a few moments of this new, excrutiating torture.
"Say 'uncle'," she teases him, the tickle fights she had with her younger brothers flashing before her eyes.
"UNCLE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I BEG YOU! STOP!!!"
She ceases the tickle torture and he's panting, trying to regain his breath. For a moment she's worried that she went too far but then Olbrad laughs a hearty laugh.
"That was amazing, Katrina," he praises her, "You're a tickle expert. Let me guess, younger siblings?"
"Two younger brothers."
"Figures. You tickle like an older sister," he says it as if that is the highest praise he can give, "Can you untie me now?"
"Of course," she says. As she's untying him she can't help but notice his erection. By gods, he is well-endowed. She envies the woman that gets to ride this. But then it hits her. She just married him. That means that she is the woman that will get to ride this. She chuckles at the thought.
"I hear you're enjoying yourself," he says as he gets up from the bed.
"Your tickling game certainly has its charm," she admits with a smile.
"Good. Because now it's your turn to get tied up."
She feels her vaginal juices start flowing again at his words. To be helpless under the Emperor's hands, that is an arousing prospect. A little scary. But arousing. She slips off her night gown and stands before him naked. She wants him to savor her beauty before he gets to torture her.
"You look absolutely stunning, Katrina," he says to her.
Happy with the compliment she smiles seductively and lies down on the bed. It's still warm. As he's tying the tapes around her ankles and wrists she feels her excitement growing. Her nipples harden when he's leaning over her, tying the last knot.
"Ready to get tickle tortured, Katrina?" he asks, his tone a mix of playfulness and sadism.
"I am a proud princess of Sarmetia, Olbrad. You will never get me to laugh."
She feels her heart beat faster as he sits down next to her. Why did she have to challenge him? She's dreadfully ticklish. But she put her pride on the line so she will do her best to resist. Just relax, breathe slowly and... OH MY GODS! She feels his fingers gently squeeze her ribs. It tickles like hell. She feels laughter bubbling up inside her. There's no way she can hold it back for long. He keeps gently tickle-squeezing her ribs, sending electric shocks through her body. She pulls at the restraints but she's trapped.
"I see a little smile, Katrina," he teases.
He's right. Her face is contorted into a wide ticklish grin. Her breathing is fast and loud. That's it. She can't take it any longer. Two rib squeezes later she erupts in helpless laughter. His hands start exploring her upper body. Gentle pokes to her ribcage are followed by his fingertips grazing her flanks in a feather-like caress. Her body is trying to run away from his fingers but its a futile effort. She can barely think. Her entire existence is reduced to ticklish squirming, laughter and arousal. Her husband's hands exploring her helpless body are making her soaking wet. His index finger inside her navel makes her shriek. His hands tickling her stomach make her cry out: "Not there!". He definitely deserves the reputation of a tickle monster. Her flanks, her sides, her armpits. His tickling fingers move up and down her body, making her cackle and flail around in her bondage. Just when she thinks it can't get any worse he stops.
"Ready to give up, my queen?"
"Never," she whimpers, trying to catch her breath. Then she sees him turn around to face her feet and her eyes grow wide with fear. "You wouldn't dare," she says nervously.
"Wouldn't dare what? This?" She feels his fingers dance on her arches and she bursts out in hysterical laughter. She's waving her feet all over the place but she can't shake off his fingers. His touch is gentle. All he does is run his soft fingertip against the tender skin of her soles. But this tender touch is enough to make her lose her mind in ticklish agony.
"NO! NOT THAT!" she panics when she feels him grab the toes of her right foot to keep it in place. His fingers dancing over her arch and the ball of her foot make her howl with laughter.
"ENOUGH! PLEEHEEHEEHEEZE!" she shrieks, "I GIHEEEHEEHEEHEEVEE UP!"
Olbrad stops his tickling and looks at her with a triumphant smile.
"You win, my love... Please untie me..." she says quietly. But she is far from beaten. The Emperor's tickling made a carnal desire burn inside her. The moment he releases her she will pounce on him and claim her prize for withstanding this tantalizing torture. He unties her ankles first. Then he moves to her left wrist. She takes a peek at his penis. He's still rock hard. Good. Now he only needs to untie the other wrist and she can set her plan in motion. She smiles seductively when he's done untying her right arm. "Now you're mine," she purrs and pulls him in for a passionate kiss. He's surprised but he's not resisting her advances. Katrina then pushes herself off the bed and flips both of them over. She's now on top of him.
"What got into you, my queen?" he asks in an amused tone.
She doesn't answer. Instead she slides his cock inside her pussy and starts riding him. Her red hair is flying all around her head as she relentlessly fucks her husband. Soon, Katrina is overwhelmed by a powerful orgasm and unleashes a symphony of moans. Olbrad, feeling his wife's pussy contract all over his cock, is pushed over the brink as well and he explodes, shooting his seed inside her with a series of loud grunts.
"You had a great idea, Olbrad," she says as they cuddle on the bed, still feeling the afterglow of their passion, "Your tickling game awakened something in me I never knew existed."
"I'm glad it did, Katrina. It's the best night of my life."
"I love you, Olbrad. I want to be your loyal, dutiful wife."
"And I will cherish and love you as the queen that you are," he says and kisses her again.
"Olbrad..." she starts to say but realizes that he dozed off. She strokes his head a time or two and then she also drifts away into blissful sleep.
***
She awakes in the middle of the night to someone covering her and her sleeping husband with a warm quilt. A woman. One of the palace maids. Seeing that Katrina has woken up the maid gives her a knowing smile and quietly says, "You got him really good, my lady. Never heard him laugh like that before. Keep tickling him and you'll have him wrapped around your finger."
Katrina smiles hearing the maid's words and sleep overwhelms her again.
TALES FROM THE GREY EMPIRE:
THE EMPEROR'S WIFE
by MikeMenace
Her heart sinks when the door to the bed chamber opens and Olbrad II, ruler of the Grey Empire walks in. She didn't want this marriage. Her father offered her to the Emperor to forge an alliance. She stayed stoic and brave throughout the wedding ceremony. She could focus her attention on the guests and the food. She did not have to look at that man she barely knew - her husband. But now it is time to consummate the marriage and she can't help but feel afraid. She notices how vulnerable she is in the thin silk night robe she's wearing over her naked body.
"Good evening, Katrina," Olbrad says and she looks up at him. Without the armor and the crown, wearing a robe similar to hers, he seems almost human. If she tried really hard she might even forget that he's the ruler of the most powerful human empire on the continent. But then the realization creeps in - he came here to consummate his marriage and he's going to do it whether she likes it or not. She sees a concerned frown appear on his handsome face. He lets out a deep sigh and says, "You don't want to be here, Katrina. I can see that." Her heart sinks even further, and a shudder runs up her spine as he walks up to the bed. She expects anger and threats but instead he just sits down on the bed next to her.
As they sit side by side in the candle-lit bed chamber he says to her, "I didn't want to force you into marriage, Katrina. But it was the only way to protect Sarmetia." She looks at him with confusion at the mention of her country. "A war is coming, Katrina. Hordes of Orcs approach from the South. The Grey Empire will survive the invasion. Sarmetia, if left on its own, will not. As Emperor I swore to protect all human life. I wanted to help Sarmetia fend off the Orc invasion. The Imperial Military Council disagreed." There's bitterness in his voice when he mentions the council. "Your father, King Milovil IV, made enemies among my generals. Many of them would love to see Sarmetia fall. A personal union between your kingdom and my empire was the only solution I had left. If I wanted to help defend Sarmetia, I had to ask your father for your hand."
She feels tears building up at his revelation. Yes, she's a victim of a political power play but her husband had her kingdom's best interest in mind. She can't help but feel relief.
"We need to consummate our marriage," he says after a few moments of silence, "I know you're frightened, but I have an idea how to make this night more bearable, perhaps even fun."
"Fun? My lord, I don't see..."
"Please, call me Olbrad," he interrupts her, "In this chamber I'm not your emperor, I am your husband. And I ask you to listen to the whole proposal before you say no. Please."
"Very well."
"In my early twenties, as a young prince I had a bit of a reputation. I would try to tickle any beautiful woman I set my eyes on. Palace maids, cousins, I even tickled a visiting princess once," he blushes slightly when he admits that, "Many of my tickle escapades ended with a night of passion. Some of the palace maids I played with will be listening to what we do in the bedroom, Katrina. And, let me tell you, palace maids are the worst gossips in the empire. If they hear ticklish laughter they will tell everyone that we consummated our marriage, whether we actually have sex or not." He takes a deep breath, still blushing. "So? What do you think of my idea?"
"Ticklish laughter? You want to tickle me?" There's a hint of amusement in her voice. She did not expect the most powerful man on the continent to admit to being a womanizing tickle monster.
"Tie you up and tickle you, to be exact. Can you get off the bed for a second?" She obeys and he pulls off the quilt they were sitting on, revealing a white-sheeted mattress and four silk tapes secured to each bed post. "Valtorian silk," he says pointing at one of the tapes, "Doesn't hurt the skin and it's almost unbreakable."
"Olbrad," she says nervously, "Do you expect me to just lie down there and let you tickle me?"
"I know you're nervous. That's why I'm going first," he says and slips off his night robe, revealing his muscular body. He lies down naked in the middle of the bed and spreads his arms and legs. "Tie me up my queen," he says in a playfully thetrical tone.
She laughs a nervous laugh. This is becoming absurd. But she follows his intructions and ties him to the bed, limb by limb. When she's done Olbrad tests the bondage by yanking each tape. They are secure.
"Congratulations, my queen. I'm not going anywhere. Now do your worst."
"What?" she asks confused.
"You have the opportunity to tickle torture the ruler of the Grey Empire. I suggest you use it," he says with a playful grin.
She sits down on the bed next to her spread-eagled husband and very shyly starts spider-walking her fingers over his belly. His muscles spasm under her fingertips and she hears him sharply inhale.
"Is that all you got?" he asks through clenched teeth.
He's goading her. He dares to goad her into tickling him more. A competitive spirit flares up inside Katrina. She'll show him what she got.
She digs her fingers into his abs and his whole body shudders. She looks at his face. He's biting his lip to keep himself from laughing. She keeps digging into his abs and a yelp escapes his mouth. She got him now. She gives his flanks a squeeze and then another and that opens the floodgates. Helpless giggling pours out of Olbrad's lips. She can't believe it. The most powerful ruler on the continent is squirming under her fingers. She moves her hands up, poking, prodding and goosing Olbrad's ribcage. He pulls on the tapes, shaking the whole bed as his giggling turns into uncontrollable laughter. He's twisting and turning his body as much as the bondage allows it, but there's no escaping Katrina's fingers. She feels mischievious joy building up inside her as she sees this powerful man suffer under her delicate touch. He was right. This is fun.
"Are you ticklish, Olbrad?" she asks in a playful tone.
"Yeeheeheeheeheez!" he answers between cackles.
"How about here? Are you ticklish here?" she asks as her hands dive into his armpits.
"BY GODS, NOT THERE!" he screams out and bursts out in hysterical laughter.
"I'll take that as a yes."
Katrina gleefully explores the Emperor's sensitive underarms. She lightly scribbles the skin with her nails. She digs into the soft pits. She squeezes the muscles. As she's testing out technique after ticklish technique Olbard is flailing on the bed, waves of frenzied laughter pouring out of his mouth. His dark hair is sticking to his sweaty forehead. Tears are rolling down his cheeks. She can't help but feel warm moistness growing between her legs. To have such control over a man, let alone this man - she can't deny that it turns her on. She alternates between digging into his tender ribs and slowly caressing his armpits with her fingernails. No matter how much he throws his body against the restraints, he can't shake off her ticklish ministrations. He's helplessly thrashing his head from side to side.
"Ready to surrender, Olbrad?" she asks digging into his underarms.
"NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!"
"Good. Cause there's one more spot I want to try." Her fingers start tickling his neck and it's all over for poor Olbrad. His laughter becomes panicked, his eyes grow wide as saucers. He's trying to scrunch and hide his neck but her fingers find opening after ticklish opening. She even tickles his ears. The Emperor's arms and torso are covered in goosebumps. Katrina smiles triumphantly, knowing that she just found her husband's weakest spot.
"MERCY! I GIVE UP!" Olbrad screams out after a few moments of this new, excrutiating torture.
"Say 'uncle'," she teases him, the tickle fights she had with her younger brothers flashing before her eyes.
"UNCLE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I BEG YOU! STOP!!!"
She ceases the tickle torture and he's panting, trying to regain his breath. For a moment she's worried that she went too far but then Olbrad laughs a hearty laugh.
"That was amazing, Katrina," he praises her, "You're a tickle expert. Let me guess, younger siblings?"
"Two younger brothers."
"Figures. You tickle like an older sister," he says it as if that is the highest praise he can give, "Can you untie me now?"
"Of course," she says. As she's untying him she can't help but notice his erection. By gods, he is well-endowed. She envies the woman that gets to ride this. But then it hits her. She just married him. That means that she is the woman that will get to ride this. She chuckles at the thought.
"I hear you're enjoying yourself," he says as he gets up from the bed.
"Your tickling game certainly has its charm," she admits with a smile.
"Good. Because now it's your turn to get tied up."
She feels her vaginal juices start flowing again at his words. To be helpless under the Emperor's hands, that is an arousing prospect. A little scary. But arousing. She slips off her night gown and stands before him naked. She wants him to savor her beauty before he gets to torture her.
"You look absolutely stunning, Katrina," he says to her.
Happy with the compliment she smiles seductively and lies down on the bed. It's still warm. As he's tying the tapes around her ankles and wrists she feels her excitement growing. Her nipples harden when he's leaning over her, tying the last knot.
"Ready to get tickle tortured, Katrina?" he asks, his tone a mix of playfulness and sadism.
"I am a proud princess of Sarmetia, Olbrad. You will never get me to laugh."
She feels her heart beat faster as he sits down next to her. Why did she have to challenge him? She's dreadfully ticklish. But she put her pride on the line so she will do her best to resist. Just relax, breathe slowly and... OH MY GODS! She feels his fingers gently squeeze her ribs. It tickles like hell. She feels laughter bubbling up inside her. There's no way she can hold it back for long. He keeps gently tickle-squeezing her ribs, sending electric shocks through her body. She pulls at the restraints but she's trapped.
"I see a little smile, Katrina," he teases.
He's right. Her face is contorted into a wide ticklish grin. Her breathing is fast and loud. That's it. She can't take it any longer. Two rib squeezes later she erupts in helpless laughter. His hands start exploring her upper body. Gentle pokes to her ribcage are followed by his fingertips grazing her flanks in a feather-like caress. Her body is trying to run away from his fingers but its a futile effort. She can barely think. Her entire existence is reduced to ticklish squirming, laughter and arousal. Her husband's hands exploring her helpless body are making her soaking wet. His index finger inside her navel makes her shriek. His hands tickling her stomach make her cry out: "Not there!". He definitely deserves the reputation of a tickle monster. Her flanks, her sides, her armpits. His tickling fingers move up and down her body, making her cackle and flail around in her bondage. Just when she thinks it can't get any worse he stops.
"Ready to give up, my queen?"
"Never," she whimpers, trying to catch her breath. Then she sees him turn around to face her feet and her eyes grow wide with fear. "You wouldn't dare," she says nervously.
"Wouldn't dare what? This?" She feels his fingers dance on her arches and she bursts out in hysterical laughter. She's waving her feet all over the place but she can't shake off his fingers. His touch is gentle. All he does is run his soft fingertip against the tender skin of her soles. But this tender touch is enough to make her lose her mind in ticklish agony.
"NO! NOT THAT!" she panics when she feels him grab the toes of her right foot to keep it in place. His fingers dancing over her arch and the ball of her foot make her howl with laughter.
"ENOUGH! PLEEHEEHEEHEEZE!" she shrieks, "I GIHEEEHEEHEEHEEVEE UP!"
Olbrad stops his tickling and looks at her with a triumphant smile.
"You win, my love... Please untie me..." she says quietly. But she is far from beaten. The Emperor's tickling made a carnal desire burn inside her. The moment he releases her she will pounce on him and claim her prize for withstanding this tantalizing torture. He unties her ankles first. Then he moves to her left wrist. She takes a peek at his penis. He's still rock hard. Good. Now he only needs to untie the other wrist and she can set her plan in motion. She smiles seductively when he's done untying her right arm. "Now you're mine," she purrs and pulls him in for a passionate kiss. He's surprised but he's not resisting her advances. Katrina then pushes herself off the bed and flips both of them over. She's now on top of him.
"What got into you, my queen?" he asks in an amused tone.
She doesn't answer. Instead she slides his cock inside her pussy and starts riding him. Her red hair is flying all around her head as she relentlessly fucks her husband. Soon, Katrina is overwhelmed by a powerful orgasm and unleashes a symphony of moans. Olbrad, feeling his wife's pussy contract all over his cock, is pushed over the brink as well and he explodes, shooting his seed inside her with a series of loud grunts.
"You had a great idea, Olbrad," she says as they cuddle on the bed, still feeling the afterglow of their passion, "Your tickling game awakened something in me I never knew existed."
"I'm glad it did, Katrina. It's the best night of my life."
"I love you, Olbrad. I want to be your loyal, dutiful wife."
"And I will cherish and love you as the queen that you are," he says and kisses her again.
"Olbrad..." she starts to say but realizes that he dozed off. She strokes his head a time or two and then she also drifts away into blissful sleep.
***
She awakes in the middle of the night to someone covering her and her sleeping husband with a warm quilt. A woman. One of the palace maids. Seeing that Katrina has woken up the maid gives her a knowing smile and quietly says, "You got him really good, my lady. Never heard him laugh like that before. Keep tickling him and you'll have him wrapped around your finger."
Katrina smiles hearing the maid's words and sleep overwhelms her again.
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