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      <title>Adventures In Alanya</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The sun is hot today at almost 30 degrees and the sea is lovely and clear, at least as well as I can see from my hotel window. My name is Jodie and I am on vacation in Alanya, Turkey, the first time I have ever been abroad, having decided to take a gap year from university.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Something rather different has happened to me and it all started a week ago when I had found quite an amazing little place. It was a dimly lit shop, a few steps below road level on a dusty side street, 5km out of the main town. The shopkeeper, an old grey haired man was eager for a sale as it was still very early in the holiday season and even the hotel only had 8 or so guests. Up to now he had not had much trade and the price we agreed was quite a bargain for hand made goods. I handed him the money after explaining what it was I wanted and after looking at me oddly a few times he said to come back tomorrow between 5pm and 6pm.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Chemical Reaction</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Did you shave completely?&amp;rdquo; Mistress Courtney asked with a smirk, knowing what was coming soon.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yes Mistress, Your girl has shaved everything apart from her head as You instructed your girl.&amp;rdquo; came the softly spoken reply from the perfect girl that stood proudly before her Mistress.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was not so long ago that the girl, khrystal-rose, had been completely new to being owned, in fact new to the whole BDSM lifestyle, but she had always known there was something more, something that turned her on, something about losing the control and the need to feel so completely wanted, that she had found love in her Mistress without every really knowing why, how, or when it happened. It just did…&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Vision of Mercy</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Full Story&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(added: )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Category: N/A
Codes: M-f, Kidnapping, Snuff, NC&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“What am I doing here?” she thought in a hazy and deep confusion, opening her eyes slowly to try and see around her but the room was too dark for her to see anything. She tried to replay the events that got her into this position but her mind was still foggy from the drugs her captor used on her.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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