<?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>Burn on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/burn/</link><description>Recent content in Burn on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><atom:link href="/tags/burn/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Jane's Toy Part 4</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/janes-toy-part-4/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/janes-toy-part-4/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="janes_toy3.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jane&amp;rsquo;s Toy Part 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;SIXTEEN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don&amp;rsquo;t know how long I spent on the floor at the feet of the Giantess Jane, she who now owned me, apparently. I was only now, after all the things that happened to me; the shrinking and experiments, the indignities and punishments to realize that my captress and her friends all considered me as less than human. Not a man any more, but more a pet or toy for their amusement.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>