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      <title>Trainer, to Trained</title>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author&#39;s Note:&lt;/strong&gt; This is my very first story, so forgive me if there are flaws in my writing, Thank you, and enjoy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The girls pleaded with me, however they were trying to accomplish that. I really wasn&amp;rsquo;t paying attention. I wondered in the back of my mind how many I have treated like this. I had lost count. The girls I captured and trained became nothing more than faces that needed to be disciplined before the next auction. Hell, I hadn&amp;rsquo;t even remembered how I had started this business.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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