<?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>Fetiman on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/fetiman/</link><description>Recent content in Fetiman on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Fri, 24 Jul 2015 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/fetiman/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Sojourn at Hordenhurst Lodge</title><link>/stories/2015/07/24/sojourn-at-hordenhurst-lodge/</link><pubDate>Fri, 24 Jul 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/07/24/sojourn-at-hordenhurst-lodge/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="sojournhordenhurstlodge.html"&gt;part one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 2: New Rubber Toy Inducted&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The prostrate form, dazed and befuddled by the overwhelming sensory tour de force, almost instantly fell into another stupor as the vehicle slowed to a halt - the engine already silenced. After a few moments doors opened briefly and then closed - gently but seemingly with hurried purpose. She was suddenly stirred to consciousness as the hatch-cover to her compartment was unlatched and lifted upward with a squeal of hinges.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Sojourn at Hordenhurst Lodge</title><link>/stories/2015/06/18/sojourn-at-hordenhurst-lodge/</link><pubDate>Thu, 18 Jun 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/06/18/sojourn-at-hordenhurst-lodge/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 1: New Rubber Toy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She was admirably ensconced on the bed; naked apart from the totally occlusive rubber hood enveloping her freshly shaved pate. She could not see, could barely hear and could utter little more than throaty grunts or moans such was the effectiveness of the breath-through, inflatable gag occupying her jaw aching mouth. The hood was secured to her head by means of a truly extreme posture collar whose rolled rubber edges added a measure of comfort that belied the considerable discomfort of compressive pressure on her throat as well as the strict denial of head movement. It also lent her an almost alien, dehumanised and vaguely insect aspect.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>