<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Colbalt Jade on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/colbalt-jade/</link><description>Recent content in Colbalt Jade on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 20:13:47 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/colbalt-jade/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Paragon Vs Plastica 9</title><link>/stories/2003/02/05/paragon-vs-plastica-9/</link><pubDate>Wed, 05 Feb 2003 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2003/02/05/paragon-vs-plastica-9/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="paragon08.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paragon Vs Plastica 8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Chapter 9: Dim Sum
and Diamonds&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Lori and Darlene sat down to afternoon dim sum at the Dragon Pearl,
the largest restaurant in Chinatown. Waitresses wheeled heavy metal carts
up and down the aisles, announcing in sing-song voices the names of their
treats: sho mai, ban gow, dumplings, noodles, soups. Darlene looked at
everything with amazement. She&amp;rsquo;d clearly never eaten dim sum before. &amp;ldquo;What&amp;rsquo;s
that?&amp;rdquo; she kept asking. &amp;ldquo;And that? And that?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Paragon Vs Plastica - Introduction</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/paragon-vs-plastica-introduction/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/paragon-vs-plastica-introduction/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;8
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&lt;p&gt;Paragon vs. Plastica
by Cobalt Jade&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Introduction&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The story behind the story of &amp;ldquo;Paragon vs. Plastica&amp;rdquo; is a long and twisted
one. About three years ago I became obsessed by the idea of writing a superheroine
bondage story. This isn&amp;rsquo;t unusual for me. Whenever I read a new kind of
netfic I want to try it out. Transformation porn? I&amp;rsquo;ve got ideas. Gatchaman
slash fanfic? Can&amp;rsquo;t wait. Erotic sword and sorcery? Yum! So it started.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Paragon Vs Plastica 01</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/paragon-vs-plastica-01/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/paragon-vs-plastica-01/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="paragon.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paragon Vs Plastica - Introduction&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Chapter 1: Xenon Trapped&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Xenon scanned the darkness ahead of her, but saw only old cranes, tubing,
vats, and other industrial detritus. She flipped her visor over her eyes,
which let her scan the area with its infravision capabilities. Nothing.
Still, she had to cautious. Plastica &amp;ndash; the former Dr. Polly Mehr, a resin
and plastics expert &amp;ndash; was known for her traps.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Paragon Vs Plastica 02</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/paragon-vs-plastica-02/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/paragon-vs-plastica-02/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="paragon01.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paragon Vs Plastica 01&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Chapter 2: Grand Opening&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hey, Cinn, do you know where Shana went to?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Cinnabar Steele &amp;ndash; also known as Scirocco, the founding member of Team
Paragon &amp;ndash; shrugged and returned to the newspaper, biting into a jelly
donut. &amp;ldquo;Who knows? She&amp;rsquo;s never been one to lead a tame life.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Lori blushed. Cinnabar was putting it mildly. Shana, or Xenon as she
was known to criminals, often returned from her wild nights on the town
bragging of her conquests. She&amp;rsquo;d even confided to Lori she&amp;rsquo;d gotten her
clit pierced. Lori couldn&amp;rsquo;t imagine doing such a thing. Ouch!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Paragon Vs Plastica 03</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/paragon-vs-plastica-03/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/paragon-vs-plastica-03/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="paragon02.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paragon Vs Plastica 02&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Chapter 3: Welcome
to the Dollhouse&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Plastica spread the papers over the carpeted floor of Paula Jean&amp;rsquo;s condo.
They controlled the formation of a new mannequin production company for
which she would be the chief owner, stockholder, and CEO.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Plastic Fantastic,&lt;/em&gt; she decided. That would be its name.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h1&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Lori took her seat at the gleaming black table where the members of
Team Paragon gave their weekly reports. They met in the &amp;ldquo;empty&amp;rdquo; loft next
door to Cinnabar&amp;rsquo;s and Lori&amp;rsquo;s own, which served as the team&amp;rsquo;s headquarters.
Thick, steel-reinforced walls made it nearly impenetrable. It had to be,
as it housed scientific equipment, vehicles, records, and the teams&amp;rsquo; increasingly
sophisticated surveillance and computer equipment. It hadn&amp;rsquo;t been breached&amp;hellip;
yet, but then, most criminals wouldn&amp;rsquo;t be so bold. They, along with superheroes,
operated in the gray area between the mundane world of law and order and
the fantastic realm of science fiction and fantasy, and a code of mutual
silence between the two ensured only heavily edited adventures ever made
the press.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Paragon Vs Plastica 04</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/paragon-vs-plastica-04/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/paragon-vs-plastica-04/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="paragon03.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paragon Vs Plastica 03&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Chapter 4: Team Paragon
Moves Out&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Lori and Cinnabar walked grimly through the Sexateria doors as soon
as the store opened. Cinnabar glanced casually round her, not as an eager
shopper but as a seasoned crimefighter: checking faces, postures, and routes
of escape, even though it was likely nothing would happen to them in a
crowded store. The women of Team Paragon were very careful to keep their
mundane identities a secret, but it was possible for the dogged to discover
them, just as they had discovered Plastica&amp;rsquo;s. Lori often wondered why it
didn&amp;rsquo;t cause more problems than it did. Often there seemed to be an unspoken
code about superpowers meeting outside of costume.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Paragon Vs Plastica 05</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/paragon-vs-plastica-05/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/paragon-vs-plastica-05/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="paragon04.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paragon Vs Plastica 04&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Chapter 5: Old Enmities
Awaken&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Plastica glanced up from her workdesk long enough to discover which
cell phone was ringing, then grabbed it with her free hand. &amp;ldquo;Hello?&amp;rdquo; Plastica
said, barely remembering to soften her voice into the Paula Jean&amp;rsquo;s sexy
southern drawl.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Paula, it&amp;rsquo;s me,&amp;rdquo; Kate Spolington said. &amp;ldquo;I got your message when I came
in this morning and yes, I did look. That mannequin by the dungeon is gone.
I looked all over the store, and it isn&amp;rsquo;t there.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Paragon Vs Plastica 06</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/paragon-vs-plastica-06/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/paragon-vs-plastica-06/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="paragon05.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paragon Vs Plastica 05&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Chapter 6: Cinnabar
Cubed&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Noelani waited until Plastica&amp;rsquo;s red sports car was out of sight, then
turned her attention to the condo below. It looked ordinary enough, but
there was a blandness to it&amp;hellip; it didn&amp;rsquo;t really looked lived in, despite
the scattered clothes and the wigs. The only touch out of the ordinary
was the row of crystal dishes pushed up against the dresser mirror. Each
contained a different color pill: pink, white, green-and-white, black.
&lt;em&gt;So
that&amp;rsquo;s how she keeps three different identities going,&lt;/em&gt; Noelani thought.
&lt;em&gt;Uppers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Paragon Vs Plastica 7</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/paragon-vs-plastica-7/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/paragon-vs-plastica-7/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="paragon06.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paragon Vs Plastica 06&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Chapter 7: Defenses
Down&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sweet Goddess, no! Please don&amp;rsquo;t let it end like this!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Cinnabar struggled vainly against the confines of her plastic tomb.
The vibrator squirmed inside her, stimulating her against her will; with
every silent pant she lost precious oxygen. Helplessly orgasming, tears
streaming from her eyes, she could only stare bleakly ahead as the conveyer
belt carried her to her doom. She couldn&amp;rsquo;t have been rendered any more
impotent.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Paragon Vs Plastica 8</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/paragon-vs-plastica-8/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/paragon-vs-plastica-8/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="paragon07.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paragon Vs Plastica 7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Chapter 8: A Friend
Lends a Hand
&lt;em&gt;Special thanks to CMQ for lending me Cosmic Girl from his Fem-Fantastique
story series.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;What&amp;rsquo;s with you, Lori?&amp;rdquo; Cal said.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Lori halted guiltily by the cafeteria entrance, her arms full of books.
She&amp;rsquo;d called that morning to tell him she couldn&amp;rsquo;t meet him for lunch.
But he hadn&amp;rsquo;t gotten the message and gone ahead to the cafeteria anyway.
&amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m sorry Cal, but I can&amp;rsquo;t do lunch today.&amp;rdquo; She hefted the books. &amp;ldquo;I have
a big research project that&amp;rsquo;s due.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>