<?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>Bomb on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/bomb/</link><description>Recent content in Bomb 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="/tags/bomb/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Five O'Clock</title><link>/stories/2012/06/28/five-oclock/</link><pubDate>Thu, 28 Jun 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/06/28/five-oclock/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Author&amp;rsquo;s note: This story was inspired by several portfolios from the &amp;ldquo;Moraxian&amp;rsquo;s Game Room&amp;rdquo; site of model Debbie D tied up and threatened with a bomb.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sarah Laughton had come home early from work to find an intruder in her house. He&amp;rsquo;d quickly overpowered her then stripped off her clothes leaving Sarah in her bra and pants. He&amp;rsquo;d tied her hands behind her back, then wrapped ropes around her arms and over and under her breasts before tying them to the front of her bra and securing them with a knot. He then bound her ankles and attached the rope to the knot; drawing up her legs and leaving Sarah in a hog-tied postion. Finally he&amp;rsquo;d gagged her; pushing the gag into her mouth and forcing Sarah to bite on it.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Babe Bomb</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/the-babe-bomb/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/the-babe-bomb/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;The Major will see you now.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;About time.&amp;rdquo; Rising from his chair James Watson strode towards the door leading to Major Franklin&amp;rsquo;s private office. Stepping in, he glared at the major.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;What in hell,&amp;rdquo; he asked coldly, &amp;ldquo;do you think you were doing?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Professor Watson,&amp;rdquo; Franklin replied smoothly, &amp;ldquo;I always know precisely what I&amp;rsquo;m doing. I do what needs to be done.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;And that includes breaking into my lab? Stealing my work?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>