<?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>Pimpernel on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/pimpernel/</link><description>Recent content in Pimpernel 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/pimpernel/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Janice In Bondage 2</title><link>/stories/2003/10/06/janice-in-bondage-2/</link><pubDate>Mon, 06 Oct 2003 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2003/10/06/janice-in-bondage-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="janice_in_bondage.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Janice in Bondage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Janice In Bondage
2
by Pimpernel
Janice In Bondage 2 By Pimpernel&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Janice was in a quandary. By rights she should have picked up the telephone
and called her friend at the local precinct, a man who would have had no
trouble dealing with Mark and his kind. There was certainly no lack of
evidence. Mark himself had seen to that, delivering the fetish items he
had used against her and a handwritten note describing his actions and
his reasons…but what brought her to a halt was the plaintive proposition
he had made at the end of the letter. Certainly, he had done wrong in abducting
her and using her, but he had been so gentle in all his actions and he
had indeed let her go with what was definitely some kind of apology. What
should she do? She asked herself…&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Janice in Bondage</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/janice-in-bondage/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/janice-in-bondage/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Janice in Bondage
by Pimpernel
Janice in Bondage by Pimpernel&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Janice woke slowly from her drug induced stupor. As her mind slowly
cleared she dimly remembered having chatted up an attractive dark haired
man whom she recalled had called himself Mark. She had left the singles
bar with him with the sole intention of screwing her brains out with this
hunk of a guy&amp;hellip;then her memories failed her.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Still feeling the effects of whatever Mark had slipped into her Gin
&amp;amp; Tonic, Janice opened her eyes but saw only blackness. She felt a
silky smoothness over her eyes&amp;hellip;a mask? She wondered. Then, as she attempted
to shift  her position, she realised that she was naked and her limbs
restrained with unyielding cords, her hands behind her back. It was then
that the terror struck her and all traces of her drowsiness evaporated.
She tried to scream but achieved only a muffled noise since she was also
gagged.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>