<?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>Forcefeed on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/forcefeed/</link><description>Recent content in Forcefeed on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 24 Jun 2023 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/forcefeed/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Emma on Display</title><link>/stories/2023/06/24/emma-on-display/</link><pubDate>Sat, 24 Jun 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/06/24/emma-on-display/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-thirteen"&gt;Part Thirteen&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="3"&gt;3&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;h5 id="day-2--moved-from-the-auctions"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 2 – Moved from the auctions.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The next morning Emma woke up, the dream that she had been having was not real, thankfully she was still here in the holding pen in the auction yard. She then felt the movement from the others around her in the pen, the cool liquid that was now feeding them waking them all up from their slumber. Emma realised that she had managed to fall asleep, she thought it was mainly due to her extended periods of being kept like this, her prior experiences giving her an advantage she guessed, while the others seemed to have a restless night. Though the fact that the other meatgirls seemed to gather closer together and rub each other’s bodies against the others, either for warmth or comfort, she thought may have contributed to the lack of sleep on their part.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Punishment Chair 9: Latex Prisoner 2</title><link>/stories/2013/09/29/the-punishment-chair-9-latex-prisoner-2/</link><pubDate>Sun, 29 Sep 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2013/09/29/the-punishment-chair-9-latex-prisoner-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continues from &lt;a href="punishment_chair8.html"&gt;part eight&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 9: Latex Prisoner&lt;/strong&gt; Part 2&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Kat looked longingly into the only light filling her latex cell, wishing she would be released from this hell-hole. She had been kept locked in this room for seven days now, her Master had been nice enough to feed Kat through the plastic tube. Unlucky for Kat the food and drink she was given often fell into the horrible mix of piss and cum that filled her cell. Kat would still eat it, she need to please her Master.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>