<?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>Unajet on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/unajet/</link><description>Recent content in Unajet on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 26 May 2018 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/unajet/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Making Nina Scream</title><link>/stories/2018/05/26/making-nina-scream/</link><pubDate>Sat, 26 May 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/05/26/making-nina-scream/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;With everything already in place, Eric sat on the couch hoping that tonight was going to go as smoothly as he imagined it would more than he was paying attention to the television in front of him.  It had taken just under three months to tease, test, and prepare Nina so that nothing would go wrong with his plans.  For so long, he’d been looking for a new sex slave and she was going to be perfect.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Solid Revenge</title><link>/stories/2018/01/11/solid-revenge/</link><pubDate>Thu, 11 Jan 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/01/11/solid-revenge/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Frankie Massino was trying to figure out why he was lying on something pliable yet cold while his front side was warmer. He may have had a bit too much to drink last night but he’d never had a hangover like he was experiencing now. The pounding in his skull was almost nauseating.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Trying to lift his hands to his head to see if that would somehow help the throbbing pain to stop, Frankie found that he was unable to move them. His eyelids felt like they were made of lead as he tried to open them. Using all his energy to try and force them apart, Frankie began to understand what had happened to him.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Lady Fortunato</title><link>/stories/2017/10/30/lady-fortunato/</link><pubDate>Mon, 30 Oct 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/10/30/lady-fortunato/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this,” Marion told her boyfriend Kevin as he led her by the hand through the frat house that was still being decorated for tonight’s open Haunted House. Every year on Halloween, his fraternity used the Haunted House to raise money and it was always the most popular one on campus. Having their scantily clad sister sorority members scattered around the house in different scary predicament scenes helped tremendously.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Bride</title><link>/stories/2017/10/30/the-bride/</link><pubDate>Mon, 30 Oct 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/10/30/the-bride/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Anne glanced around the redecorated man cave that was the frat house’s attic hangout room. For the Halloween Haunted House, the guys had actually cleaned up and decorated it and she could see the effort they had put into tonight. There were a few hours before the doors opened for tonight’s festivities. Henry was still talking with Brad about what they planned on doing to her tonight for the scene she had agreed to participate in.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>