<?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>Abduction on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/abduction/</link><description>Recent content in Abduction on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 15 Dec 2018 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/abduction/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Pink Ladies</title><link>/stories/2018/12/15/the-pink-ladies/</link><pubDate>Sat, 15 Dec 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/12/15/the-pink-ladies/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The Pink Ladies
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The Technician&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sci-fi, abduction, aliens, orgasm, spanking&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Alien abduction and more, XXX more.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;W receives an email from a long time friend telling the story of alien abduction and much, much more.&lt;/em&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;* * * * * * * * * * * *&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Worldwide Wrap Up</title><link>/stories/2017/12/03/worldwide-wrap-up/</link><pubDate>Sun, 03 Dec 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/12/03/worldwide-wrap-up/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The Evil Ancient Pharaoh emerged from his king-sized golden sarcophagus. He glanced back at the female mummy he had slept with that night, wrapped neck to toe in clean white bandages. The buxom blonde reporter, Honey Golden, had served him well but he was finished with her for the time being. He cast a spell that lapsed her into ageless slumber, scooped her up into his arms, and carried her across the room to what would seem to be a solid wall to anyone who didn&amp;rsquo;t know the secrets of the tomb. With a single verbal command, the undead ruler made the secret door open, revealing the chamber that held his greatest treasure; his harem. Thanks to spells cast when the tomb was originally carved into the side of the cliff, this chamber had a far greater interior volume than what would otherwise be physically possible, and could expand even more if need be. The Pharaoh walked down one of the many rows and gently placed the lovely Ms. Golden in the first empty sarcophagus available. Taking a small roll of bandages from a nearby storeroom, he put up her flaxen hair, wrapped her head, and then he put the lid on her sarcophagus, sealing her in. She would be safely tucked away until he desired her again.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>UFO's &amp; all that Jazz</title><link>/stories/2010/08/10/ufos-all-that-jazz/</link><pubDate>Tue, 10 Aug 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2010/08/10/ufos-all-that-jazz/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Introduction.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The craft hovered exactly twenty-two feet above the four wheeled drive vehicle, the driver of the vehicle apparently unaware of its presence!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Now,” Spoke the cool collected and experienced hunter. At his command a blue light beneath the disk shape lit up, and the car below stuttered and jerked to a halt beneath it, the light switched off leaving only the inky blackness of night.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Me &amp;amp; My Experience&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Starfarer</title><link>/stories/2009/06/27/starfarer/</link><pubDate>Sat, 27 Jun 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/06/27/starfarer/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I do not endorse intergalactic kidnapping. Do not attempt any of the following. All characters are fictional or possibly somebody you don&amp;rsquo;t know, so don&amp;rsquo;t worry about it.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Elizabeth yawned, blinking her eyes in the soft light. She attempted to bring her hand up rub away the remaining sleep from her vision. Still not fully awake, she struggled in confusion when her hand was held in place. Her sense of proprioperception slowly returned, giving her an intrinsic knowledge that her body was lying down, feet shoulder width apart, with her hands at her sides. Struggled more then in increasing anxiety and felt the restraints on her wrists, ankles, thighs – she even felt resistance at each finger, as though metal gloves pinned them down.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>