<?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>Robotdoll on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/robotdoll/</link><description>Recent content in Robotdoll on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Thu, 19 Oct 2017 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/robotdoll/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Dolly Mommy</title><link>/stories/2017/10/19/dolly-mommy/</link><pubDate>Thu, 19 Oct 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/10/19/dolly-mommy/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;“Now, I want to make sure I understand your request, Mr. Roberts&amp;hellip;” The contract consultant sat behind the desk going over the application again.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“I’m sure you do.” The other man sat with his legs crossed, a confident look on his face. It was a face that indicated it was used to getting what it wanted. He wasn’t much older that the consultant, he thought to himself; it’s amazing how a job like his drained a person, made them tired, feel so old&amp;hellip;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Slave Bot</title><link>/stories/2017/09/23/slave-bot/</link><pubDate>Sat, 23 Sep 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/09/23/slave-bot/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Woman to Robot TF&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sihaya awoke with the dawn and rose from her simple futon. She opened the window of her simple room and let the morning sun shine through the bars. She inhaled deeply, as if she were filling her lungs with the sunlight as well as the fresh air. She let the bright day wash over her naked breasts and warm her. A few more deep breaths, and she turned away to face the room. She quickly folded up her simple futon and rolled it into the corner. Clearing the floor, she began her morning excercises. Bend and stretch, &amp;ldquo;reach for the stars&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo; she sang to herself, still remembering the song from her childhood. She worked herself into a happy sweat, warming up her lean muscles and invigorating her soul. She patted herself off with a nearby towel and turned towards the door. She opened the small viewport and looked into the hall. Two faces looked back at her. She smiled.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Slave Bot</title><link>/stories/2017/09/23/slave-bot/</link><pubDate>Sat, 23 Sep 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/09/23/slave-bot/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Woman to Robot TF&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sihaya awoke with the dawn and rose from her simple futon. She opened the window of her simple room and let the morning sun shine through the bars. She inhaled deeply, as if she were filling her lungs with the sunlight as well as the fresh air. She let the bright day wash over her naked breasts and warm her. A few more deep breaths, and she turned away to face the room. She quickly folded up her simple futon and rolled it into the corner. Clearing the floor, she began her morning excercises. Bend and stretch, &amp;ldquo;reach for the stars&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo; she sang to herself, still remembering the song from her childhood. She worked herself into a happy sweat, warming up her lean muscles and invigorating her soul. She patted herself off with a nearby towel and turned towards the door. She opened the small viewport and looked into the hall. Two faces looked back at her. She smiled.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>