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      <title>The Collectors Apprentice</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 takes place in the same world as my first story, &amp;ldquo;The Foundation Slave&amp;rdquo;, but focusing on a different aspect of it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;This story explores how The Foundation collects it&amp;rsquo;s slaves through teams of highly trained personnel known as &amp;ldquo;collectors&amp;rdquo;. A pair of collectors are on a job when their best laid plans get complicated.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Gregory sipped his coffee and waited, patiently, for Connie to finish reading the target file. After a few minutes she closed the file and looked up. &amp;ldquo;This is good work everything seems to be here.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>The Foundation Chronicles: The Convention</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; The Foundation holds it&amp;rsquo;s yearly convention for it&amp;rsquo;s clients. What follows is a week of sadism and debauchery.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Evan barely managed to suppress a moan as the object slave&amp;rsquo;s moist lips slid over his hard cock. Her tongue caressing his frenulum as his cock passed through her warm mouth. He tilted his head back as she made the return trip back to his tip and then down again.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>The Foundation Chronicles: The Task Force</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; Another story in the on-going &amp;ldquo;Foundation Chronicles&amp;rdquo; stories.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;A young senator tries to gather political momentum to do something about all the women going missing. The Foundation is forced to take action against this potential threat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Anne watched as ten, collared, and recently trained, slaves lined up for inspection. They stood straight at the shoulders, but with eyes downcast, as they were taught. They were naked, except for the metal collar that slaves of all ranks wore, even trustees like herself. Their bodies still bore the bruises and welts of her intense training program. A program, that chief of staff to the Prime Dom herself intended to scrutinize.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>The Foundation Slave</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; A short story intended to introduce a world that I hope to write more stories in going forward. This is a complete story describing the process of training a slave for the service of a secret organization called The Foundation.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Haley&amp;rsquo;s eyes fluttered open, her vision going from a grey fog to a watery blur before finally coming into focus. She saw only a cement wall in front of her. Her head was pressed against a hard backing by a tight restraint making it impossible to look around.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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