<?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>Gang on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/gang/</link><description>Recent content in Gang on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 20:13:47 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/gang/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Home Invasion 5: Reunion</title><link>/stories/2014/03/11/home-invasion-5-reunion/</link><pubDate>Tue, 11 Mar 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/03/11/home-invasion-5-reunion/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="homeinvasion4.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Home Invasion 4: Death &amp;amp; the Rat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Five: Reunion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 Reunion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was Monday morning Jennifer realized as she lay on her belly sipping water through the bendable straw from the plastic container that the Tinies had set within reach. In just a few minutes her co-workers would no doubt be wondering where she was as it was almost 9 AM. She wondered just how long they would wait before one of them might call to find out if anything was wrong. If she was sick, stuck in traffic or held up by train delays, maybe not coming in at all.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Home Invasion 1: Discovered</title><link>/stories/2014/02/01/home-invasion-1-discovered/</link><pubDate>Sat, 01 Feb 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/02/01/home-invasion-1-discovered/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1: Discovered&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Jennifer Monroe craned her neck, wincing as stiff bones popped and feeling the slight ache from the strain on her tortured shoulders. Peering through the dim light of the setting sun streaming through the dusty blinds covering her windows she could just make out the blurry red glow of the numbers on the alarm clock radio situated on the thin shelf above the head of her bed.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;7:38 PM. Almost two hours&amp;hellip;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Home Invasion 1: Discovered</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/home-invasion-1-discovered/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/home-invasion-1-discovered/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1: Discovered&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Jennifer Monroe craned her neck, wincing as stiff bones popped and feeling the slight ache from the strain on her tortured shoulders. Peering through the dim light of the setting sun streaming through the dusty blinds covering her windows she could just make out the blurry red glow of the numbers on the alarm clock radio situated on the thin shelf above the head of her bed.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;7:38 PM. Almost two hours&amp;hellip;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Home Invasion 2: Linda's Story</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/home-invasion-2-lindas-story/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/home-invasion-2-lindas-story/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="homeinvasion.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Home Invasion 1: Discovered&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Two&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Linda&amp;rsquo;s Story&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sleep was a long time coming…&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The Tinies had worked long into the night making as much of Jennifer’s small studio apartment as accessible as possible. Rope ladders dangled from the kitchen counter, her bed, her desk and she assumed her bathroom as some Tinies had emerged from there shoving a half-full bottle of aspirin, her dental floss, a roll of white surgical tape, a bag of cotton balls and a box of bandages. They had filled sandwich bags with safety pins, paper clips and clamps, sewing needles and small nails from a box on her dresser near the hall. They had taken batteries from her desktop, pushpins and even her old I-Touch and charger. From her purse they had taken nail polish and gum, a pack of cigarettes, matches and her Zippo lighter and fluid, an emery board and finally her cell phone that lay on the floor tantalizingly just out of easy reach.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Home Invasion 3: Crime &amp; Punishment</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/home-invasion-3-crime-punishment/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/home-invasion-3-crime-punishment/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="homeinvasion2.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Home Invasion 2: Linda&amp;rsquo;s Story&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Three: Crime &amp;amp; Punishment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 Crime&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;In her dreams her captors tortured her…&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Well, perhaps tormented was closer to the truth. They had kept her naked, gagged and bound, hog tied on the floor of her tiny Manhattan Studio apartment for days with little to eat or drink while they gathered her possessions to steal. The masked man and woman had been living there the entire time of her captivity. Eating her food, watching her television, enjoying themselves while she suffered in bondage.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Home Invasion 4: Death &amp; the Rat</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/home-invasion-4-death-the-rat/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/home-invasion-4-death-the-rat/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="homeinvasion3.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Home Invasion 3: Crime &amp;amp; Punishment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Four: Death &amp;amp; the Rat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 Abortion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Jennifer woke with a start hearing the high, tiny shrill shrieks of one of her captors. She blinked, shifting and trying to come awake, wondering what was happening but careful not to move her aching body too much, not wanting another death on her hands.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Take the phone!” a loud voice boomed as she struggled and craned her neck to see what was going on. She could hear the Tinies shouting and pain coursed through her as she shifted, her abused nipples and feet ablaze with agony. The shock collar was still embedded in her pussy but thankfully the pins and needles had been removed from her breasts; she vaguely recalled waking as the Tinies crawled over her sliding them out. The television flashed and flickered as Keanu Reeves leapt from a small sports car onto a speeding Los Angeles bus.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>