<?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>Dungeon Toys on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/dungeon-toys/</link><description>Recent content in Dungeon Toys on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Tue, 20 Dec 2005 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/dungeon-toys/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Special Delivery 2: Exploring Her New Home</title><link>/stories/2005/12/20/special-delivery-2-exploring-her-new-home/</link><pubDate>Tue, 20 Dec 2005 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2005/12/20/special-delivery-2-exploring-her-new-home/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;continued from &lt;a href="special_delivery.html"&gt;part one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 2: Exploring Her New Home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;At first she didn’t quite know what to do – explore, undress or collapse.
All the information and the travel had exhausted her. She felt angry and
depressed, but determined not to get down on herself. She was smart, resolute
and a real fighter and now she had to prove it. She decided to strip and
shower. She pulled off one mitt, then the other and for the first time
in three days she saw her own skin, pink and sweaty. She reached back and
unzipped the gagmask, gently pulling it off her head. The gag slipped out and she coughed and ran her tongue around her lips and inside her mouth,
and with a quiet groan she said to herself.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>