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AOC vs. the Border Patrol	By : TheDruid52 Category: Celebrities - Misc > General Views: 30592 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: This work is fiction I do not know Congresswoman Ocasio-Cortez nor anyone else in this story. I am not making any profit in any from for this fiction. I do not advocate the use of violence of any kind against any person.

Chapter List
- 1-I'm, like, totally fucked.
- 1
This is perfect, thought Congresswoman Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez—AOC—as she stepped off the bus that had brought her and several other members of Congress to the Border Patrol Facility at Clint, Texas.  AOC stopped on the sidewalk in front of the facility and turned toward the bus to take a selfie with the facility welcome sign behind her.  With practiced precision, she summoned tears to her eyes and showed her most pathetic, sad pout to the front camera of her iPhone.  Snap!
AOC grinned as she uploaded the phot to her Instagram and Twitter feeds with the caption: “Arriving at the gates of Auschwitz! Probably won’t make it out alive! #RESIST.”
The 29-year-old Latina socialist superstar had come to this facility to “inspect” it as part of the House of Representatives Oversight Committee.  After recently voting against providing additional funding to the facility, this was the perfect opportunity for AOC to further boost her public profile by detailing the horrors perpetrated by the Border Patrol—whether they existed or not.  Prior to leaving Washington, D.C. for Texas, AOC had met with her staff to brainstorm about possible “human rights violations” that she could “discover” while touring the facility.
Poor treatment of migrants (detained while attempting to illegally cross the border into the U.S.) was at the top of the list, of course.  But why stop there?  A personal touch was needed to make sure that the news story was as much about AOC as it was about the poor migrants.  To that end, Ms. Ocasio-Cortez had been sure to wear a tight, form-fitting blue dress that accentuated her slim waist and ample chest.  The dress had a high neckline (cleavage was unprofessional) but stopped just above the knees, giving the guards (and everyone else) the opportunity to admire her long, smooth, brown legs.
Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez smiled inwardly as the group was led out of the Texas heat and into the air-conditioned facility.  Already, she noticed, several of the guards were looking her up and down, undressing her with their eyes as she moved through the security checkpoint.  I’m so in danger right now, AOC thought, mentally preparing for what she would tell the TV cameras later.  I’m, like, literally being raped right now!
Once everyone had made it through security, their guide addressed them in the entrance lobby.   Their guide was a tall, muscular white man who looked to be in his late 30’s.  He was clean shaven and had a chiseled jaw—AOC thought that he probably looked a lot like Chris Evans when he was younger.
“Good morning, everyone,” the man said, “My name is Captain Smith, and I am in charge of this facility. It is my honor to—”
The captain was interrupted by the loud, dramatic sound of a woman sobbing.  As soon as the captain had started to speak, AOC saw her opening. She once again summoned tears (by thinking about the poor victims of man-spreading) and immediately drew everyone’s attention.
“Are you alright, Representative?” The captain asked politely.
"NO, I'M NOT FUCKING ALRIGHT!" AOC yelled, causing several members of the group to gasp.  "HOW DARE YOU cage people like this, you... you FASCIST!  How dare you..." Her voice trailed off, sobbing.
"Ma'am," the captain answered slowly, "we just follow the law here.  As you know, Congress passes the laws and its our job to enforce them."
"THAT'S WHAT THE NAZIS SAID, TOO!" AOC screamed, waving her arms and getting in the captain’s face, tears streaming down her face.  She was truly a talented actress.
The captain didn’t take the bait.  "Alright, well with all due respect this isn't the time to get into all that," he said.  "Let's get back to inspection, shall we?"
While the Captain was speaking, a guard approached AOC with a tissue and offered it to her.  AOC yelped dramatically and jumped away from the approaching man.  "Whoa, you do NOT get to touch me!  That is NOT okay! NO MEANS NO!"
This is going very well, thought Alexandria.
For the next hour or so, Captain Thunder led the group through the facility.  First they visited the dining hall, where migrants were observed being given healthy, sustaining meals.  ("You call that food!? Rats wouldn't eat that!" Ocasio-Cortez shrieked).
Next, they visited the receation area where migrants were allowed to move around and exercise freely.  (Oh my god! Why don't all of these poor children each get their own iPad? How are they supposed to follow me on social medi--- I mean, LEARN through the INTERNET!?).
Finally, the group visited the residential lodgings, each equipped with beds, a toilet, and a sink that produced potable drinking water.  ("Oh yeah, they're totally drinking from the toilets.")
With the tour nearly ending and AOC satisfied that she had made enough of a scene to generate plenty of headlines, Alexandria began thinking about what she would be posting on Twitter once the tour had ended.
But then, a surprising new opportunity presented itself.
"Okay everybody," Captain Smith said to the group.  "That finishes up the tour of our facility.  If you'll all head into the next room, the chief members of our staff will be available for a Q&A session to address any concerns that you might have.  Thank you all for coming to visit us today."
As the group began to walk toward the conference room, the captain approached Alexandria.  "Excuse me, Congresswoman," he said.  AOC turned toward him and looked at him with angry eyes.
"What do you want, fascist pig?" she asked.
The captain chuckled. "Look, Congresswoman, I know you feel very strongly about all of this.  I respect that, really, I do.”
AOC wasn’t buying it. “Whatever.  Just tell me what you want.”
“Well,” Captain Smith continued, unphased, “there's a reporter from Politico here, and she'd like to do a little joint interview with the both of us.  You know, to get our views out there.  What do you say?"
Well, that's unexpected! Alexandria thought.  Politico was a liberal-friendly publication, and free publicity was why AOC had gotten into politics in the first place.
"You're on, Captain," Ocasio-Cortez replied.  "But just so you know, I won't be going easy on you!"
The captain only chuckled in reply and gestured for AOC to follow him away from the group.
Alexandria followed the captain through the lobby and down a long, dimly-lit concrete hallway that the group hadn't visited before.  There isn’t much down this way.  It must be a new wing of the facility, she thought.  Maybe it’s being specially built for press meetings?
At any rate, they were now quite far away from the group--and by all appearances, quite alone.
The captain led her a large concrete vault with a big metal door that reminded AOC of a bank vault like in the movies.  "The reporter is waiting for us in here, Congresswoman.  After you."
Eager for some free media attention, AOC strutted through the doorway and into the vault.
"Wait a minute..." Alexandria wondered aloud as she looked around.
There was no reporter. There wasn't even any furniture in this empty, concrete, windowless vault.  A single light bulb hung from the ceiling, filling the space with a pale, eerie light.
All along the back wall stood several facility guards in uniform--five of them in total, each of them in their mid-twenties, tall, white-skinned, and muscular--and each of them grinning at her in a way that she found to be quite unsettling.
Then heard the big metal vault door close behind her, and then the clicking of a lock being secured.
AOC turned toward the captain.  "Excuse me, just what the FUCK is going on here?" she asked.
The Captain didn't answer, but approached until he stood only inches in front of her.  At 6 foot 7 inches tall, he towered over the slender young Congresswoman.
"That's it, I'm leaving!" AOC tried to walk around the Captain and toward the door, but the bulky man sidestepped to block her path.
"Yeah… you're not going anywhere, Congresswoman."  The Captain stared down at her with hateful eyes.  "The boys and I have had enough of you tearing us down for your own selfish publicity."
"Let me out of here!" AOC yelled, removing her iPhone from her purse and starting to dial 9-1-1. The Captain's large hand snapped the phone away from her.
“You won’t be needing this,” the captain laughed maliciously.  “Although maybe we’ll use it to film what we’re about to do to you… You know, so you can watch it later.”
"You wouldn't..." Alexandra stammered, suddenly understanding the captain's evil intent. "You can't rape a member of Congress!"
The captain laughed. "Rape? Who said anything about rape?"  He placed his large hands on both of AOC’s upper arms, pinning them to her sides and glaring into her eyes.  "We're not going to do anything that you don't want to do, Congresswoman."
Alexandria looked up helplessly, but defiantly, into the Captain's eyes.  "What do you me--ouch!" She yelped, feeling a sudden sting on her left arm.  She turned, and to her dismay saw that one of the guards had silently approached and injected her with a needle.
"What the fuck was tha... ohhhhhh....." AOC's voice trailed off as she suddenly felt her entire body become warm and flushed.  She felt dizzy, light headed, and strangely euphoric.
"Did you like that?" the Captain asked.  "It's called PT-149, an experimental compound that the military created for use in interrogations."  He removed a small vial from his uniform pocket and held it up to the light. "It was originally intended as a kind of 'truth serum,' making the recipient more compliant and suggestible. This version, however, has a very... specific effect."
Alexandria hardly heard the Captain anymore.  Her entire body was warm and tingling, and her breath had quickly become very heavy. Every inch of her body pulsed with uncontrollable pleasure, and she realized that she he begun massaging her breasts through her tight blue dress.  The guards stood by, watching her as she let out an involuntary moan and bit her lower lip.
"Looks like it's already working!" The captain smirked.  "Look at you, Congresswoman.  Just like all the other filthy whores we bring in here. You're going to love this."
“No…” AOC managed to stammer, barely managing to struggle against the injection’s assault on her mind and body.  She removed her hands from her breasts and tried to focus on the situation.
Unfortunately her the Congresswoman, one of the guards had again silently approached from behind and reached forward to pin her arms at her sides.  The captain, meanwhile, reached into a large duffel bag on the floor and produced a massive, red dildo.
“Go ahead, Ms. Cortez, try to resist.”  The captain pushed a button at the base of the dildo, which started to violently vibrate.
AOC struggled against the strong hands pinning her in place.  She could only watch as the captain reached down with the dildo and lifted it up into her dress, pressing it against her already-tingling pussy.  Alexandria trembled at the impact, even through her panties.
The guards laughed as AOC’s eyes rolled into the back of her head and she let out a series of desperate whimpers and gasps.  Alexandria quickly felt herself losing control of her mind and body as the injection took hold.
With his free hand, the captain gripped AOC’s neck and leaned in to whisper into her ear.  “Are you ready, Congresswoman?”
AOC nodded in reply.
“You’re going to take off that dress, and suck all of our cocks, aren’t you?”
Again, AOC nodded, her whole body trembling from the vibrator between her legs.
The other guards laughed maliciously.  The captain withdrew from her, and still holding AOC's iPhone, lifted it in front of her and activated the video app.  "What do you say, boys? We should record this for posterity, right? Not to mention for pornhub."
As if she couldn’t hear them, Alexandria reached to her knees and pulled the front of her dress upward above her waist.  She swayed wantonly as she slid her hands down the front of her panties and began feeling herself.
The Captain made a gesture toward one of the guards. The guard dutifully approached AOC from behind and unzipped the back of her tight blue dress.
"Take it off, slut," the Captain ordered.
AOC looked toward the captain with lustful eyes and removed her hands from her soaked pussy.  She pressed her shoulders and tits together and allowed the blue dress to fall, exposing her large, firm breasts to the guards--and to the camera.
"No bra? Nice!" One of the guards cheered.
"Damn, those are some nice tits," added another.
With her dress bunched up at her waist, the Congresswoman brushed her long, black hair behind her shoulders and began fondling her breasts, pressing them together and pinching her nipples.  She gasped and moaned in front of the men, each sensation sending uncontrollable jolts of pleasure throughout her body.  Finally, she gripped the dress resting on her hips and slid it downward, dropping it--and her panties--to the cold, concrete floor.
"Fuck yeah," said one of the guards, admiring AOC's fit, naked body in the dim light.
"Turn around, Congresswoman" the captain ordered.  "Show your fans what you've got for us today."
AOC obeyed, turning with her back to the camera and bending forward at the waist.
"Spread it open, slut."
Alexandria-Ocasio Cortez complied, breathing heavily as she reached back with both hands and pulling her ass cheeks apart.  The Captain approched her slowly, giving AOC's iPhone camera an up-close view of the Latina's exposed holes.
"Holy shit, she's soaked," the captain laughed.  "But what the hell, give her another dose."
The guard with the needle approached.  AOC did not resist, but reached for the guard's belt buckle as he filled the needle from a small bottle.  Alexandria gasped when she was again pricked with the needle and a second round was injected.  Nevertheless, she persisted in undoing the guard's belt buckle until she succeeded in opening the front of his pants.
The white, muscular guard was already completely hard when AOC greedily pulled his cock from his pants. She let out an impressed gasp at the sight of the smooth, 8-inch dick.  Without hesitation, she dropped to her knees and shoved it into her slutty Latina mouth.
"There you have it, ladies and gentlemen," the captain said to the camera, still recording. "The great AOC finally learning her place."
Alexandria-Ocasio Cortez bobbed her head eagerly up and down on the guard's hard cock as the captain and the other 4 guards approached.  Each of them was slowly unbuckling his own belts and removing his own long, hard dick.
"Hold up," the captain said to one of the guards.  "Here, take this."  He handed the guard AOC's iPhone.  "Get a good angle and don't miss anything. And DO NOT SHOW OUR FACES!" With a disappointed look, the guard took a few steps back to get a full view of the scene.
The view from AOC's phone camera saw the young celebrity politician on her knees, completely nude, surrounded by 5 muscular white guys in border patrol uniforms.  Having completely lost herself to the drug, she enthusiastically moved her mouth from cock to 8-inch cock, alternating and losing track of which man she was pleasuring at any given time.
"Fuck, she's good at this," one of the guards moaned, placing his hands on the back of AOC's head and gripping her long, black hair like a handle.  Holding her head in place, the guard thrust his hips forward, shoving his wet dick all the way into her throat and gagging her.
Once her throat had been opened, the guards found it easy to fuck the Congresswoman’s mouth.  She let each one of them have their way with her over the next few minutes, letting them do as they pleased.  They slapped her face with their dicks, shoved two into her mouth at once, and made her suck on their swollen ball-sacks.
Finally, one of the guards began fucking AOC’s mouth with more enthusiasm.  He grunted and tensed, and AOC could tell from the size and twitching of his cock that he was getting close.  Finally, he pulled her back the back of her head all the way onto his dick as he began to release.  AOC struggled against the huge penis in her esophagus, desperately gripping the guard's thighs as tears streamed down her cheeks.
"Fuuuuck," the guard grunted, feeling the Congresswoman's throat clench and tighten around his shaft as his nuts unloaded.  AOC let out a muffled cry as she felt pulse after pulse of hot cum pumped into her stomach.
"I guess now we finally know what it takes to shut her up!" The guards around her laughed, enjoying seeing her take her first load of the day.
At last, the guard slid is penis from her mouth. with long, thick strands of spit and cum trailed from her lips to the still-hard cock hovering over her.  AOC dropped to her hands and knees, gasping and coughing uncontrollably.
The captain was laughing. "Had enough, slut? Or do you want more?"
AOC didn't need to answer.  Now fully under the influence of two injections of the experimental compound, AOC had no choice but to continue.  She wanted—needed—to be their cumslut, and nothing else mattered.
"Do you want more? What do you want, slut? Say it."
Alexandria's cheeks reddened further, her hands involuntarily moving down between her smooth legs.  Still on her knees on the floor, she looked up submissively into the captain’s eyes and slid three fingers into her wet pussy.  "Please fuck me..."
Deep inside, some part of AOC knew that what she was doing was wrong—horrific, even.  These men had detained her, drugged her, and had taken turns violating her in terrifying ways.  Worse, they had filmed it and were probably going to make it public. She knew that she had to end this, to escape…
Her moments of clarity, however, lasted for only a split second at a time before being completely and totally overcome by an insatiable need for cock.  The sight of the men standing around her, their long, hard dicks pointed at her—hard forher—consumed her mind.  She needed them.
The guards laughed. "You heard her.  This is what she wants.  That sounds like consent, doesn’t it?” The captain positioned himself behind AOC, still on her hands and knees.  He pressed her shoulders forward and placed her into a doggy-style position.
The Congresswoman screamed in ecstasy as the Captain slid his thick cock smoothly into her soaked pussy. She immediately began bucking her hips backward against him as he fucked her.
"God she's tight," the Captain groaned.  "Somebody fuck her mouth."
The camera continued rolling as the guards alternated, spit-roasting AOC two at a time, one in her mouth and one in her pussy.  Over the next fifteen minutes, two more guards exploded into her pussy, filling her womb with white cum.  Another blew his load into her mouth, which the Latina slut happily gulped down.
"Maybe we'll give you some white babies to raise back in D.C., huh?" the guards taunted. AOC moaned at the humiliation, willingly taking cock after cock and pouting disappointedly every time one of them left her hungry pussy.
After a while, the Captain lifted AOC to her feet and forced her to stand.  The Congresswoman swayed unsteadily, looking confused as the Captain positioned himself behind her, rubbing his cock against her ass.
"You're a good whore, aren't you?" he asked.
AOC nodded obediently.
"You want me to fuck you in the ass now, don't you?"
AOC bit her lip and nodded again.
"You're going to take it in the ass and let us post it for all of your fans to see, right?"
AOC moaned and nodded once more, sliding her ass up and down the Captain's slick, pulsing cock.
With his hands on her shoulders, the captain lowered Alexandria back to her hands and knees. He lowered himself down to one knee and used both hands to spread AOC's ass cheeks apart.
"Line it up, Latina whore," he ordered.  AOC complied, reaching back between her legs and pressing the tip of the captain's thick cock against her tight brown asshole.  The captain laughed at her submission and pressed his hips forward. He moved slowly at first, but then unceremoniously slammed the full length of his cock into her intestines.
AOC screamed in pain and pleasure and the border patrol captain mercilessly fucked her asshole. The laughing guards had formed a circle around her, still stroking their dicks and waiting their turn. The captain pounded away as he grunted and pulled her hair from behind.  Moments later, he let out a primal howl as his nuts unloaded for a second time, this time into AOC's ass.
"Fuuuuck," he laughed.  "That was awesome."
AOC moaned and gasped, her arms collapsed and her face against the hard floor.
With his cock still buried deep in her ass, the Captain grabbed the Congresswoman by the hair and pulled her upright.  With the camera inches away from her face (and with cum splattered on her lips and chin) the captain ordered: "Tell them what you are."
AOC looked toward the camera with dazed, vacant eyes.  "I'm a Latina whore.."
"Fuck yeah," the captain laughed.  "Who's next?"
Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez had long since lost track of herself, and of time, as the guards began taking turns fucking her senseless in every hole.  For the next two hours, they pounded away at her mouth, pussy, and ass. The guards injected her with several more doses of PT-149 (and twice made her inhale methamphetamine to keep her from passing out).  The captain and the guards, also, made use of the meth to keep their stamina and cocks from going soft.
All the while, AOC allowed herself to be used like a fuckdoll--her dead eyes rolled in the back of her head as she moaned and screamed, mindlessly cumming and twitching for her video-recorded destruction.
Hours later, after each guard had completely drained his nuts into her various holes or all over her pretty Latina face, they paused.
"Alright, everybody stand back," the Captain ordered, looking a little spent.  The guards obediently moved against the back wall, leaving what remained of AOC laying on the floor in the center of the room.
The Captain took the iPhone from the poor guard who had been recording and approached AOC once again. Standing behind her, he ordered the Congresswoman onto her hands and knees again and told her to reach back and spread her ass open again.
"Fuck yeah..." said the Captain, holding the camera up close to AOC's stretched pussy and ass.  Steady streams of thick cum flowed out of her gaping holes and dripped down her thighs.
"Take a good look, America.  This is what happens when you fuck with the Border Patrol.”  The guards against the back wall laughed and muttered words of agreement.
The Captain stood upright once again and handed AOC's iPhone to one of the guards.  "Go ahead and get that video online.  Pornhub and Twitter, I don’t care what else.  Add some captions or something, but make sure everyone sees it."
Turning to another guard, he added, "And go get Argo."
The pile of sweat and cum that was AOC continued to lay on the floor for several minutes while the guards got dressed once again.  Still fully under the effects of PT-149 mixed with meth, she had long-since surrendered any ability to comprehend or control her actions.  Her blank eyes betrayed her compromised state as she mindlessly finger-fucked her gaping ass and pussy with both hands while moaning incoherently.
After a few minutes, however, the large metal door opened once again, and a massive German Shepherd bounded into the room with its tongue wagging.
"AOC, meet Argo," the Captain said, standing next to the Congresswoman and petting the huge dog. "Argo is the best drug detection canine in all of Texas, and we take good care of him."
Argo had taken a sudden interest in AOC and began sniffing her face and neck.  AOC hardly seemed to notice the canine until the dog's nose found its way between her legs, taking in the scent of her used fuckholes.
"That's right, boy," the Captain chuckled.  "We've brought you a new bitch.  You should like this one better than the ones we've been giving you lately.  She’s famous."
The German Shepherd began lapping his long tongue against AOC's thighs and pussy, causing her to roll onto her back and moan appreciatively as the animal licked away. Clearly Argo had done this before.
"Alright, boy, I think she’s ready." The Captain led Argo by the collar until his hind legs stood next to AOC's head.  The Congresswoman remained laying on her back, and suddenly she found herself face-to-face with a swollen, red, 9-inch doggy dick.
AOC's eyes widened at the sign of Argo's pointed penis.  She reached toward it with her small brown hand and began stroking it curiously. Argo stood by patiently, with his tongue happily wagging from his mouth, allowing the celebrity politician to get a feel for his engorged malehood.
As her confidence grew, Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez leaned forward and licked the tip of Argo's huge penis.  She grimaced slightly at the taste, but ultimately she couldn't help herself.  The Captain approached, holding AOC's iPhone in his hand, to give the camera a good view as Ocasio-Cortez slid the doggy cock eagerly into her mouth.
The guard pointed AOC’s iPhone camera toward her once again and opened the Facebook app.
Millions of people across the country began tuning in as Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez's Facebook page began live-streaming the Congresswoman giving an enthusiastic blowjob to a German Shepherd. As her reputation was forever destroyed, AOC could only moan against the animal dick in her mouth, her free hand between her legs playing with her still-sensitive pussy.
Argo soon grew impatient. He walked away from AOC's mouth and positioned himself between her legs.  When the dog barked expectantly, the primal, submissive part of AOC understood what he wanted.  AOC obediently lifted herself back onto her hands and knees, presenting herself to the animal like a bitch in heat.
Without hesitation, Argo positioned himself behind the Congresswoman and mounted her.  The German Shepherd thrusted his cock forward awkwardly, missing the mark but clearly aiming for the right place.
The border patrol guards stood silently around her, half in disbelief at what they were observing. Finally, AOC reached back with one hand to steady Argo.  With her other hand, she found the thick red doggy dick and guided it toward her waiting pussy.
"Holy shit..." one of the guards muttered as he watched.
AOC let out another satisfied moan as the pointed red dog cock invaded her pussy.  Now fully inside of her, Argo began humping enthusiastically. AOC started making savage, animalistic sounds as her mind was forever shattered by the animal's penis inside of her. The captain continued to live-stream the entire event as he moved throughout the room to capture the mating from all angles.
Soon, AOC felt the telltale thickness of the German Shepherd's thick knot bumping against the outside of her pussy.  Lost to lust and drugs and unable to resist, she took a deep breath, reached behind her, and pulled Argo deeper into her destroyed hole.
"Holy shit, she’s taking the knot!" the guards exclaimed. Argo yelped and howled as AOC's warm, wet pussy slowly engulfed his knot.  Beneath him, AOC was reduced to a wailing, crying mess of humiliation and ecstasy as she was stretched beyond what she ever thought possible.  With the dog cock now fully locked inside of her, she was truly its bitch.
Soon, AOC felt a sticky warmth gush into her womb.  Glob after glob of hot doggy cum filled the insides of AOC, puppy slut.
"How does it feel?" The captain asked.   "Do you like being a dog's bitch?  This animal fucking owns you now."
AOC couldn't even hear him anymore; couldn't comprehend that the entire world was watching her sad fate. All she could feel was the steaming hot fullness of dog sperm filling her up.  And in her addled state, it somehow felt... right.  In that moment, AOC would have been happy to spend the rest of her life being bred by dogs… or anything else that wanted her.
The Captain let out a victorious sigh, taking one last look at AOC--still knotted and waiting for the German Shepherd's penis to deflate. "Show's over boys.  We just got word that the FBI will be here soon, and we shouldn't be here when they are.  Let’s pack it up.”
As was their plan, the guards packed their things and left the vault to get to their escape vehicle. Their day of fun would certainly cost them their jobs with the border patrol, but it was worth it.  In a strange reversal of roles, the border guards and their captain fled toward Mexico.
On the way out, the last guard left AOC's iPhone camera still pointed at her, live-streaming the German Shepherd standing triumphantly over (and still knotted to) the broken Congresswoman.
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