The BLTS Archive- Control and Conquest
by Invicta (invicta11@yahoo.com)

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Copyright (c) Invicta, June 1998.

TIMING: This story is set during 2nd season episode 'The Maquis, part
2'.

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Dr. Julian Bashir sat at his desk in the infirmary, looking intently
down at his computer screen. Anyone glancing across at him at that
moment would have perceived a starfleet medical officer working away
conscientiously. But this was not the true story. Julian was actually
concentrating on the personal message that he had just received. As he
looked at the writing his heart pounded, and he shivered a little with
pure excitement.

There was no subject header or indication of the sender's identity.
The content was short and to the point, it said only; '20.00 hours?'

Julian smiled, and wrote out a message of his own in reply; 'Yes. Your
quarters. Be ready.' He sent it off, carefully deleted both messages
and got back to work.

At 19.55 hours Bashir was to be seen walking casually through the
station's habitat ring. He carried a medical case in his hand, and
should anyone have asked where he was going, Julian would have replied
that he was making a house call to a convalescent patient. Fortunately
nobody did ask. That was good because Julian found it hard to lie
convincingly, although most people wouldn't have believed him even
if he told them the truth...

As always on these occasions, Julian seemed to feel his adrenaline
flowing and his heart pumping fast as the sense of anticipation built
within him. It had been four months since his lover had last been on
station and available. Four whole months! But now he was back, and
they would spend the night together. Perhaps more than one night
together, if their respective schedules permitted.

Julian grinned to himself. On his previous visit, his partner had used
every technique he could think of to reduce him to a submissive
quivering wreck. Oh but he had not gone not too far though, they
always kept each other safe from any lasting harm. Since they made a
habit of alternating the submissive and dominant roles, tonight it was
Julian's chance to break his lover's defences down. And he intended to
make the most of it.

So far in this strange pseudo-war of dominance that they fought
against one another, he had won some of the smaller skirmishes but
none of the larger battles. His lover on the other hand had been the
victor at many of the battles and was coming dangerously close to
winning the whole war. Julian knew that his partner was stronger and
tougher than him, both physically and mentally. But Julian was
stubborn, and each defeat only made him more determined to win out in
the end.

It was 20.00 hours precisely and he had arrived. The corridor was
empty, so it was safe to proceed. Julian pressed the doorbell and a
voice from inside answered cautiously.

"Who is it?"

"Your master" replied Julian calmly, and with a confidence that he was
far from feeling. *Easy enough to say it Julian, harder to make him
agree.* But perhaps tonight would be the night. He had been planning
this for the last four months after all.

"I have no master, but you may enter," his lover said with equal
serenity. Julian took a deep breath, and opened the door.

Inside the temperature was warm and the lighting subdued, almost dark.
In the centre of the room stood Gul Dukat, who stared at Julian icily,
but did not speak. He wore only a black silk robe. It was time for
Julian's opening gambit, and for this he had decided to keep things
topical. Dukat had just been rescued after being abducted by the
Maquis, but they had done nothing to really hurt him during his
captivity. This being the case, recent events could perhaps be used to
his advantage. He swiftly opened his medical case and took out a
phaser, training it on Dukat.

"I am Julian Bashir. Please accept my apologies for interrupting
whatever you were about to do Gul Dukat," Bashir said with a lewd
grin, "but I think you have some unfinished business with the Maquis.
Did you think that you had got away from us for good just because
Sisko rescued you?"

Dukat smiled slowly. He was pleased that Bashir had the courage to use
this tactic. In the past the doctor might have thought twice about
referring to his recent ordeal with the Maquis, fearing to upset him.
But this proved that they were beginning to understand one another.
Perhaps that was no surprise, after nearly two years of these
clandestine encounters. And each time he tried the doctor came closer
and closer to mastering him, if even only for one night. Dukat loved
these challenges so much, all the more so because of the need to keep
them a secret.

"You people's pathetic attempts to break me will be no more effective
here than they were back on that planet. You're wasting your time."

Bashir moved a few steps towards him, slipping into his role more
comfortably now. Dukat made no attempt to move away. "Oh, but this
time it will be very different. Of course the tactics used on you
before failed, they were bound to really. You are so very strong, and
extremely determined to succeed - in all things. I admire that, I
really do. That's why I intend to try something more... rigorous. By
the way, you should know that I disabled the comm system to these
quarters before I arrived and the privacy lock is engaged. You are not
going to leave here until our business is finished and I have what I
want. Now, get that robe off and bend over the end of the dining
table."

Dukat shot him a look of hatred, but did as he was told. Julian kept
the phaser close by as he removed the necessary implements from his
medical case. It was a rule of the game that the victim make no
serious attempt to escape before the discipline began, but Julian
considered it important to stay in role at all times. He looked across
at the table, enjoying the sight of Dukat's firm grey ass, his skin
so smooth and unmarked.

*Not for much longer,* Julian thought gleefully. He picked up the
things he needed, and placed them on the dining table where Dukat
could see them. The Cardassian showed no visible emotion, although
from experience Julian knew that he must be feeling nervous at the
thought of the ordeal to come.

Swiftly, Julian began to bind Dukat with black leather straps. First,
his ankles were tied firmly to the two legs of the table, forcing his
own legs apart. Next his hands were bound above his head, and a
leather cord was attached from his hands to the opposite table leg.
Dukat now had very little freedom of movement. Julian checked all of
the bonds carefully to make sure that they were secure. Finally he
fastened a black leather collar firmly around Dukat's neck. Dukat
muttered something under his breath but said nothing out loud.
He was now forcibly bent over the table, his legs spread out wide,
unable to stand upright and with his ass totally exposed.

Julian felt such a potent combination of emotions as he looked at
Dukat's prone figure, he couldn't define where one ended and the other
began. There was fear, and amusement, and excitement, and affection,
and lust - oh yes, there was a lot of lust.

Julian could feel his cock growing hard as he watched Dukat, stripped
and bound and ready for his punishment. *If only Major Kira could see
you now, Dukat. And all of the others too; what _would_ they think of
this? Have you ever thought of that, I wonder?*

Julian crossed the room and leaned over the table, his face inches
from the Cardassian's. Their eyes met and held, Julian's amused and
Dukat's contemptuous.

"Human, you will achieve nothing by this. Whatever you put me through,
I will endure it for the sake of Cardassia and tell you nothing."

Julian laughed. "Your levels of tolerance for pain are yet to be
established, but let me tell you this my proud Cardassian, this will
be an enjoyable experience for me and for many others too."

"What do you mean?"

Bashir threw him a malicious smile. "Just that this whole thing is
being recorded."

"WHAT?"

"Oh yes, Cardie, from the moment that I entered the room four hidden
cameras have been taping our every move. Very soon now any Bajoran or
member of the Maquis who's interested can watch you being taught your
place by me whenever they want too. Just imagine it - the arrogant,
cruel and insensitive Gul Dukat, leading light of the Cardassian
military and former Prefect of Bajor, being made to grovel naked and
humiliated at the feet of a Maquis rebel. And personal copies of our
little encounter will be sent to every member of DS9's senior staff of
course. Do you think that Sisko and Kira will enjoy the show?"

Julian looked at him carefully to see if this was having any effect,
and was pleased to see that it was. Dukat was breathing more heavily
and he looked quite worried. *Does he really think I would do this?*

"You wouldn't," Dukat half pleaded.

"I'm afraid I would. But of course, such a drastic course of action
could be averted - as long as you do as I wish. If you are willing to
sign a confession admitting that the Central Command is indeed
smuggling weapons into the demilitarized zone, then there will be no
punishment and I will destroy the recordings made so far in front of
you. Will you do this?"

Dukat tried to lift himself up, but could only move a fraction before
his bonds held him back. The table felt achingly cold against his
skin, the leather straps were tight, he was held in a humiliating
position, he had an raging erection already and there was absolutely
nothing he could do about any of it.

The Cardassian struggled to suppress his rising sense of panic. Julian
had proved to be a versatile lover with the capacity to tease and
surprise, and he did strive to make their little fantasies as
realistic as possible. But recording their bondage games? Showing the
tape to Kira, oh God that would be so humiliating. And that Dax bitch,
she would have so many sarcastic comments to throw at him. And as for
Sisko, well he just didn't want to think about Sisko...

NO! thought Dukat suddenly, Julian wouldn't hurt me that way. If there
are recordings, they will be for our eyes only. He's trying a new
tactic, trying to throw you off balance, that's all. Well, the first
thing to do is to make sure that he doesn't succeed. He looked
up at the smiling human, regaining his composure. "There are no
weapons in the demilitarized zone. Go to hell, Bashir. You'll get
nothing from me."

Bashir looked almost pleased at the defiance. "Then I have no choice
but to try and make you see sense the hard way." Julian could no
longer bear the pressure as his shaft pressed forcefully against his
trousers. He quickly stripped and released his throbbing erection from
confinement. Bashir was tempted to jack himself off right now, just
the sight of his lover in this most degrading of positions would
provide more than enough stimulation to set him off. But such
pleasures were for later. First came the preparation, the softening
up. He returned once again to the medical case. From his prone
position Dukat couldn't see him, although he twisted restlessly in his
bonds in an attempt to do so.

This time he took out a long flexible cane. Julian felt no further
doubts or fears - he was Julian Bashir the Maquis rebel and his
Cardassian prisoner Gul Dukat was about to be taught a lesson he
wouldn't easily forget

Julian reached out to stroke Dukat's body gently with the cane,
running it across his back and down into the cleft between his
buttocks. Dukat's muscles twitched as the implement of pain touched
them. Then Bashir laid the cane down within Dukat's field of view. He
then took time out to move his hands across Dukat's taut, rounded
buttocks for several minutes, kneading and caressing them thoroughly.

*Such a lovely body you have my dearest. All those scales and ridges
and markings, coming together like a pieces of a jigsaw to create a
glorious picture. It's almost a shame to spoil the look of you, but
you want this as much as I do after all.*

Dukat struggled to suppress moans of pleasure as Julian touched his
most intimate areas. His skin felt extra sensitive to the touch this
night. The cold desk seemed to chill him to the bone, the straps
almost to rip through his wrists and ankles. It was just his
imagination of course; this always happened when he was really
aroused. And all he could think of was the cane. And how he wanted,
needed, to feel it slashing firmly across his ass. Then there was
Julian's voice, whispering in his ear once again so sexily.
"You have one final chance before I begin, Cardassian. Will you sign
that confession or not?"

"Not" hissed Dukat, tensing himself for the onslaught.

With a small sigh of satisfaction Julian raised the cane high, then
brought it down hard on Dukat's buttocks. It made a particularly nice
whooshing sound as it moved through the air, followed by a lovely
thwack when it landed. The Cardassian gave a smothered howl as the
impact of the blow registered for the first time. A red stripe slowly
formed across his ass cheeks. The next stroke was slightly further
down, then others were applied in a random pattern, so that every part
of his backside was tanned evenly.

Dukat writhed in anguish as the blows descended, unsuccessfully trying
to evade the swinging cane. Ripples of pain seemed to emanate out from
his buttocks right through his body. He was sweating heavily now, and
panting in an effort to draw each new breath. *Oh gods, this hurts
ssoooo much, I can't take it, I can't, oh but I must, he can't win.
But his victory would please me, to see his face light up with joy at
the realisation of it, that would be so beautiful. OW, THAT HURT!*

Julian was trying a new attack plan this time. On other occasions he
had used all of his strength to hit Dukat right from the start. This
time Bashir started with medium force and then steadily increased the
ferocity of each stroke as he continued, so that the fiercest blows
would come when Dukat had least strength to deal with them. Forcing
the proud Gul Dukat into submission was such a wonderful challenge,
and win or lose the sex afterwards was always superb! He was up to 25
lashes, and then on the 26th stroke Dukat screamed out loud for the
first time as the cane made contact with several of the welts left by
earlier strokes.

Julian glanced across at the chronometer- 35 minutes had passed until
he started the disciplining. He had only 1 hour to make Dukat do what
he wanted, that was another rule of the game. Time for a little more
psychological intimidation. Julian moved over to the table again and
put his mouth right up against Dukat's ear.

"Tell me Gul Dukat, have you ever had this done to you before?" Using
the light, playful tone of voice which always infuriated Dukat.

"No, you bastard" Dukat snarled. "But as I told you, this will achieve
nothing. In fact, when I have my freedom I will personally see that
YOU are flogged and dragged naked in chains through every street of
every city on Cardassia Prime."

Julian laughed, unconcerned. "Don't forget the other planets of the
Cardassian empire, Dukat. I wouldn't want to miss any of those out!"

"Don't worry, you won't. And when I've finished with you-"

"Sadly you won't get the chance to finish with me. I'm in control here
in case you've forgotten. I must congratulate you though, on your
fortitude. You've done well to last out so far, but for your own sake
I suggest you submit to me now and sign the confession. This was just
a taster, an indication of what I am capable of. From now on your
punishment is really going to hurt. Now, everyone knows that weapons
are coming into the demilitarised zone from Cardassia, but to make
Starfleet listen to us we need proof. Proof which you will supply in
the form of a confession."

"Never" gasped Dukat. He had to fight his own burning desire to submit
and let Bashir take him as a prize of victory. Now that his need to be
disciplined had been satisfied, he wanted to be fucked. But to get the
sex now he had to concede, and that went against his very nature.

"Very well Dukat" replied Julian evenly. "Please feel free to let me
know if you change your mind at any time. I'll be listening!"

And again, before he was even aware that Julian had moved away, the
cane was used on him. Thirty strokes, thirty five, forty, forty five.
Now there was blood on his ass seeping out from several of the more
severe welts, and the skin across his buttocks had darkened until it
was almost black. The pain was unbelievably intense, but still some
spark of pride and defiance within him would not allow him to
surrender.

Julian had less than 10 minutes left now, and knew that he was running
out of time. He removed a small box from the medical case and opened
it while Dukat panted heavily, trying to regain his strength during
the small respite.

"It would seem that you do not intend to respond to the cane my
friend. So now, let's try something a little different."

*My word, he's being inventive today. What is it this time?* Despite
his attempt to convince himself that he didn't care, Dukat shivered a
little with terror. As always it was the unknown which unnerved him
the most when he took the sub's role in their games.

Julian came into view again, with the small box in his hand. Dukat's
eyes were drawn to it, watching intently as Julian opened the box. As
he removed the contents, Dukat gulped. Clamps. Neither of them had
ever used them before, this was a first.

With a sly smile Julian grabbed hold of Dukat's arm and held him still
while he firmly attached one clamp then another to Dukat's firm
nipples. The Cardassian couldn't help it, he howled with agony as the
clamps gripped his sensitive nipples savagely. As the pain rippled
across him it seemed to trigger an answering call in his groin, and
his cock throbbed desperately. Julian, still leaning over the table
next to him, suddenly noticed this and reached down to touch Dukat's
shaft with a light grasp. The Cardassian moaned with delight.
"Yeessss!"

"What's this?" Julian said triumphantly. "You seem to have an
erection, Gul Dukat. I hadn't noticed before. And I thought you were
supposed to be suffering here, enduring this terrible pain for the
sake of Cardassia!"

"It is painful" whispered Dukat truthfully.

"Perhaps it is at that, but we both know that pleasure and pain can
sometimes become one searing entity, the two extremes
indistinguishable from one another. That's what you're feeling now
Dukat, isn't it?"

"Nnooo... I want this to stop, make it stop."

"You know what you have to do, Gul Dukat. Now, there are still a few
clamps to go on. Be brave!" Bashir took four more clamps, and without
delay used them on Dukat's ass.

Dukat's body arched and he screamed in torment as the vicious clamps
grasped his raw buttocks. There were only two minutes left, but he had
no idea of time and didn't know how much more he could take. Julian
came close to him and spoke into his ears once more.

"You're a brave man Dukat, but I can keep going with this all night if
necessary. Tell me you'll sign the confession, and it will all be
over. No more pain, no more humiliation..."

Dukat loved the sound of that voice, so seductive and convincing.
Bashir made it sound so easy to do the right thing. But there was a
reason that he had to say no, wasn't there? He had to resist him, as
much as he wanted not to.

"I can't," he whispered. "Don't ask me to."

Julian looked at him admiringly. God, he was tough! By now Julian knew
that he would have submitted, but still Dukat held on. Well, the hour
was just about up so it was time to put Dukat out of his misery. He
reached under the table, touching the Cardassian's erection once more
and provoking a groan of pleasure.

"Glad to see you're still hard despite the pain Dukat. I had heard
that you like it rough, that you like to be forced."

"NO!"

"Ah, you don't need to pretend with me," Julian whispered sultrily
into his ear. *Oh God, this is perfect. But he's won again, damn him.*
"You want me, don't you Dukat? You want me to take you, force you,
dominate you, fuck you? Typical cardie whore - being fucked is all
that any of you are good for. Well I'm a handsome man, so it's
understandable that you desire me. You, like all of your miserable
species, are ugly as sin. But still, I haven't had a better offer
today, so why not?"

With quick movements he removed the clamps, then untied Dukat's ankles
and hoisted him onto the top of the table, setting him down on his
knees. The Gul was still tied by his hands to the other table leg, and
he made no attempt to get away. Probably he was too exhausted. Julian
climbed onto the table as well, and for the first time Dukat realised
that he too was naked.

"Well Cardassian, this is your last chance. I've spent over an hour
trying to beat the information out of you and it hasn't worked..."
*I've made it through the hour,* Dukat realised after a few seconds.
*He's telling me that I've won!*

"...so you have one final decision to make. If as you say a little
rough trade is not to your taste, then you won't want me to continue
with it. Sign the confession and I let you go. Refuse to sign and I
fuck you until your eyes pop out, it's your choice."

*After the suffering comes the reward. He's so good, making it sound
like it's a new punishment. Oh yes, he is so very good to me...* Dukat
could hardly speak, his throat was so hoarse from crying out, but
eventually he managed to form the words.

"No confession, human. Not now, not ever. Fuck me."

Julian sighed with pleasure. Another victory denied him, but it didn't
seem to matter now. He moved into position, pressing his erect cock
firmly against Dukat's tight hole. The Cardassian tensed, then relaxed
Julian pushed in. Bashir gasped at the exquisite sensations he felt as
he thrust his dick all of the way in, ramming against Dukat with such
force that the man was physically lifted off the table. Dukat liked to
be fucked hard; it was very rare that the Gul gained any pleasure from
slow and gentle sex. And to tell the truth, Julian enjoyed full speed
lovemaking just as much. None of his female companions could take it
like Dukat could. Nobody even came close. There was no need to use a
lubricant even, as nature had provided Cardassian males with an
internal lubrication fluid to protect them (and their lovers) during
such an encounter.

Julian began to move back and forward, using his whole body weight to
increase the strength of his thrusts. Dukat responded, pushing back
with his hips to bring them even closer together. The Cardassian was
moaning with joy, his pain forgotten now. Julian brought his hand
around Dukat's waist to grip his raging manhood firmly and began to
pump him. The bondage games and their assumed identities were
discarded now as they loved one another with a passion. Deeper,
stronger, faster in an increasing rhythm until both men were writhing,
moaning and calling out each other's name with joy. Too soon they
came, almost at the same time, Bashir ejecting his seed deep into
Dukat's body and Dukat's cum spurting into Bashir's hands.

The waves of pleasure gradually faded, the room stopped moving round,
the table came back down to the floor again and they slowly returned
to normality. Dukat was still tied by the hands, and for the moment
Julian was unable to find the strength to release him. They lay there
for a time, waiting for their energy to return and enjoying the
sensation of relaxing in each other's arms.

"Why do we do this to one another Dukat?" asked Julian lazily. "I'm a
doctor, and the ultimate priority for any doctor is helping people
recover from their injuries. And yet, I'm quite happy to cause you
injuries on a regular basis, and for you to do it to me. It doesn't
make sense!"

Dukat chuckled. "You do it because it satisfies a basic need, as do I.
We all need a little of the exceptional to liven up our mundane lives,
Julian. You thrive on the secrecy, the forbidden thrill of defying all
conventions, just as I do. You love thinking -
what would happen if we were found out?"

"Well yes, but what would happen? I know we're careful, but you
especially have a lot to lose if anyone learns about our occasional
meetings."

"You may not realise it, but you have as much to lose as I do. But
this is pointless. As you say, we are careful. Nobody knows, not even
the tailor. You can do what you enjoy doing tomorrow."

"And what is that precisely?"

"Having lunch with Garak and sitting oh so innocently opposite him
talking about literature, all the while thinking about how you whipped
and fucked his best enemy into oblivion last night!"

Julian blushed and looked guilty, than found himself laughing. "Well,
I like having the odd secret that he doesn't know about. It evens
things up a bit."

"You'll need a lot more secrets than that before you're even with
Garak!"

"I know, but it's a start. And by the way, congratulations on making
it through the hour. You did well."

"So did you, my dearest. Threatening me with the recordings was an
inspired move."

"I thought so," replied Bashir smugly. "Though how you could believe
that I would really do that..."

"Oh, I saw through your little strategy soon enough, but it was a good
idea. One that we should consider doing for real sometime, don't you
think? Anyway, why don't you patch me up with the dermal regenerator
and we can go to bed. I'm a little too old to make love on the table
for the whole night!"

With an affectionate smile at the Cardassian, Julian rose and went to
the medical case. It amused him to think that at the moment the dermal
regenerator was the only real medical item in it! Then he headed back
to the table, intending to remove the remaining bonds first.

"Sisko to Gul Dukat." The comm message sounded unbelievably loud, as
they were both jerked back to reality in an instant. Both men stared
at one another, temporarily unable to react.

"Dukat, this is Sisko. Please respond, I need to speak to you."

Suddenly Julian leapt into life, and moved to the desk. He activated
the comm system and nodded to Dukat.

"Ahh... this is Dukat. What can I do for you?" His voice was a little
hoarse still, but Sisko seemed not to notice.

"I need to come and see you, if it's convenient. Would now be a good
time?"

Julian's eyes grew wide in panic, and silently he mouthed a frantic
"NO!" at Dukat.

"Er, later would be better Commander, I'm... I'm eating a meal at
present."

"I understand, but it will only take a little while, and the
information is somewhat important. I'll be with you in 5 minutes.
Sisko out."

"DUKAT, HE'S COMING HERE IN FIVE MINUTES! WE HAVE TO STOP HIM!"

"We can't do that, dammit! You heard him, he was determined to see me.
He's probably already on his way by now. What the hell are we going to
do?"

"Get ready for him, and fast." Julian ran to the table and untied the
last straps. "You get dressed, I'll sort the room out."

"But what about you?"

"I'll have to wait in the bathroom while he talks to you. Let's just
hope he doesn't want a pee while he's here. Now hurry!"

The next few minutes were a blur of frantic activity. Julian grabbed
the leather straps, the case, his own clothes, the clamps and anything
else that seemed suspicious, and threw it all in the bathroom. He did
not even want to think about the consequences if Sisko arrived before
they were ready. Dukat removed the collar and dragged his uniform back
on at warpspeed, wincing as the tight pants rubbed against his tanned
backside.

*And I thought the pain was all over for the night. This is really
going to hurt. Damn Sisko!*

Meanwhile Julian sprinted back into the room, turned up the lights,
cleaned the table and straightened up the furniture. Both men made a
mental check - Dukat was fully dressed, the room looked fine,
everything incriminating was in the bathroom, the table had no
telltale marks or stains on it - was that everything?

"THE FOOD!!!" yelled Julian. "You told Sisko that you were having a
meal. Where is it?"

"Food, right." Dukat ran towards the replicator. "Give me 8 assorted
Cardassian dishes chosen at random, a carafe of kanaar and a glass."

Both of them literally grabbed the meals as they materialised and
threw them on the table.

"All right Dukat, I think we're ready. Sit down, and remember to look
calm. Right now you look anything but. I'll make sure to keep quiet.
Now all you have to do is act normal and Sisko won't suspect a thing.
And Dukat - if you succeed I'll have an extra special reward for you
when he's gone. Good luck!" With a grin, Bashir disappeared into the
bathroom, and Dukat took his seat at the now filled table. He winced
as his ass touched the hard seat.

*Ouch! All right, let's keep calm just like Julian said and you'll get
away with this. Sisko is perceptive, remember? If you show any
emotion in your face it will betray you. Now eat something, pour
yourself some kanaar and relax. I said relax!* Dukat was fighting a
wild urge to giggle at his predicament, unaware that the still naked
Julian hiding in the bathroom felt exactly the same way. Bashir
didn't even dare to dress yet in case Sisko heard him moving about.

The doorbell rang. Dukat continued with the meal, put on his calmest
and most composed face and called out "Enter!"

*And for the sake of my sore ass Commander, please don't stay very
long!*

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The End