<?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>HerTrashySub on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/hertrashysub/</link><description>Recent content in HerTrashySub on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 20:13:46 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/hertrashysub/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Sorority Trashing Part 2: The Beginning to an End</title><link>/stories/2011/07/31/the-sorority-trashing-part-2-the-beginning-to-an-end/</link><pubDate>Sun, 31 Jul 2011 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2011/07/31/the-sorority-trashing-part-2-the-beginning-to-an-end/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="sororitytrashing.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Sorority Trashing Part 1: The Way It All Began&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 2: The Beginning to an End&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I awoke to a loud thunk.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Holy hell girl what are you doing?!&amp;rdquo; a girl exclaimed.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;ve gotta fucking pee Kirsten. Now are you going to help me or not?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Well, remember what Dedra said? If we&amp;rsquo;re caught using anything but a diaper today, we&amp;rsquo;ll need to do a keg stand.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Sorority Trashing Part 1: The Way It All Began</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/the-sorority-trashing-part-1-the-way-it-all-began/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/the-sorority-trashing-part-1-the-way-it-all-began/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 1: The Way It All Began&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It&amp;rsquo;s starting to get hot and the smell of all these soiled diapers is making me sick. I&amp;rsquo;m bound in a 95-gallon trash bag at the bottom of a 6 cubic yard rollaway dumpster in the back of a sorority house. My arms and legs are bound with handcuffs, the modified ring gag holds my mouth open, and for the first time I&amp;rsquo;m scared that Haley is going to go through with her threat.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>