<?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>Junkyard on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/junkyard/</link><description>Recent content in Junkyard on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Tue, 23 Oct 2018 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/junkyard/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Kinky Car Crusher</title><link>/stories/2018/10/23/kinky-car-crusher/</link><pubDate>Tue, 23 Oct 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/10/23/kinky-car-crusher/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;This story is strictly fantasy! Do not try anything in it for real. The text of this story is released under the terms of the&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;license, meaning that you may share and modify this story so long as you credit the author, “Disposee”.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Cassie knocked on the side window of the car. “Are you two ready?” she asked.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;All she heard in return were the moans of the two women in the back seat. That was answer enough. They had asked her to do this after all.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Into the Car Compactor</title><link>/stories/2011/01/24/into-the-car-compactor/</link><pubDate>Mon, 24 Jan 2011 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2011/01/24/into-the-car-compactor/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;She was bored again, tired of her latest slave boyfriend. But she knew how to entertain herself with him one last time, and she would include her friends in the game. She thought about how this slave liked to dress like a real dandy, right down to the most expensive fancy long dress socks. She had even told him once, when he was sporting one of his more outrageous pairs, &amp;ldquo;I could kill you for wearing those crazy socks!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>