<?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>Horseradish on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/horseradish/</link><description>Recent content in Horseradish on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><atom:link href="/tags/horseradish/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Ebony 2: Beauty &amp; the Bitch</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/ebony-2-beauty-the-bitch/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/ebony-2-beauty-the-bitch/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="ebony.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ebony&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;CHAPTER 2 – BEAUTY AND THE BITCH&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Now, it was three days later and it had been a very uncomfortable seventy two hours for my current project. I had used many little tricks other than the basic restraints to start convincing Grace, who I now called Ebony, that she no longer had any control over anyone or anything.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Meals were force fed through the ring gag, a catheter meant she had given up control of her bladder and a butt plug that was adapted to connect with a pump that hygienically cleared any waste relieved her of even that basic function.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>