<?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>M-F, F-F, Superhero, Bond, D-S, Statue, Nc, X on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/m-f-f-f-superhero-bond-d-s-statue-nc-x/</link><description>Recent content in M-F, F-F, Superhero, Bond, D-S, Statue, Nc, X 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/m-f-f-f-superhero-bond-d-s-statue-nc-x/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Paragon Vs Plastica 15</title><link>/stories/2003/03/06/paragon-vs-plastica-15/</link><pubDate>Thu, 06 Mar 2003 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2003/03/06/paragon-vs-plastica-15/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="paragon14.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paragon Vs Plastica 14&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Chapter 15: Endgame
by Cobalt Jade (&lt;a href="mailto:cobaltjade@aol.com"&gt;cobaltjade@aol.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The sorceress started forward, blinked, then hesitated. She was not
a creature who easily registered surprise, but Cinnabar was certain she
expected to find Plastica alone. Shana and Allison avoided her hooded black
gaze, knowing firsthand of her hypnotic nature from the Stuttgart raid;
but Lori, Noelani and Gina stared in fascination, dazzled by her ancient,
alien beauty. Kylasha was tall and firmly built, dusky skinned, with raven
hair and slightly slanted eyes; her mien was that of a powerfully muscled
cobra. She wore a plain black shirt and black trousers, mundane traveling
wear, and a pair of tall boots. The only exotic touch was a pair of heavy
gold earrings that swung from her lobes, with designs that might have been
pre-Egyptian.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Paragon Vs Plastica 9</title><link>/stories/2003/02/05/paragon-vs-plastica-9/</link><pubDate>Wed, 05 Feb 2003 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2003/02/05/paragon-vs-plastica-9/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="paragon08.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paragon Vs Plastica 8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
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Paragon vs. Plastica
by Cobalt Jade&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Chapter 9: Dim Sum
and Diamonds&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Lori and Darlene sat down to afternoon dim sum at the Dragon Pearl,
the largest restaurant in Chinatown. Waitresses wheeled heavy metal carts
up and down the aisles, announcing in sing-song voices the names of their
treats: sho mai, ban gow, dumplings, noodles, soups. Darlene looked at
everything with amazement. She&amp;rsquo;d clearly never eaten dim sum before. &amp;ldquo;What&amp;rsquo;s
that?&amp;rdquo; she kept asking. &amp;ldquo;And that? And that?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Paragon Vs Plastica - Introduction</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/paragon-vs-plastica-introduction/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/paragon-vs-plastica-introduction/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;8
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&lt;img loading="lazy" src="pvsp.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Paragon vs. Plastica
by Cobalt Jade&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Introduction&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The story behind the story of &amp;ldquo;Paragon vs. Plastica&amp;rdquo; is a long and twisted
one. About three years ago I became obsessed by the idea of writing a superheroine
bondage story. This isn&amp;rsquo;t unusual for me. Whenever I read a new kind of
netfic I want to try it out. Transformation porn? I&amp;rsquo;ve got ideas. Gatchaman
slash fanfic? Can&amp;rsquo;t wait. Erotic sword and sorcery? Yum! So it started.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Paragon Vs Plastica 10</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/paragon-vs-plastica-10/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/paragon-vs-plastica-10/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Paragon Vs Plastica
Chapter 10: Trapped
by Cobalt Jade (&lt;a href="mailto:cobaltjade@aol.com"&gt;cobaltjade@aol.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Lori sighed and rolled over in bed, brushing her cheek against Cal&amp;rsquo;s
motionless shoulder. &lt;em&gt;Why do things have to be so complicated and ugly,&lt;/em&gt;
she thought. She could be living the normal life of a student now, blissfully
ignorant of the ugly issues costumed superpowers dealt with every day.
She was suddenly envious of Cal. How little he knew.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She kissed his shoulder, inhaling the slightly sweet, slightly pungent
man- smell. She wasn&amp;rsquo;t quite ready to go back to HQ yet. He stirred, letting
out a deep breath of his own, and her fingertips snaked over his hip to
tell her was indeed aroused, and rising fast, warm and solid in her hand.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Paragon Vs Plastica 11</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/paragon-vs-plastica-11/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/paragon-vs-plastica-11/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="paragon10.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paragon Vs Plastica 10&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Chapter 11: Bitter
Sacrifice
by Cobalt Jade (&lt;a href="mailto:cobaltjade@aol.com"&gt;cobaltjade@aol.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Cal groaned and tried to sit up. &lt;em&gt;Must&amp;rsquo;ve been a helluva party,&lt;/em&gt;
he thought. His head hurt, his whole body hurt. He was lying on something
hard, a scratchy surface rubbing against his cheek. A blanket? &lt;em&gt;God,
whose couch did I crash on? Lori&amp;rsquo;s? Jason&amp;rsquo;s?&lt;/em&gt; He tried to stretch, his
limbs oddly sluggish. &lt;em&gt;I&amp;rsquo;d better get up before I&amp;rsquo;m late for soc class&amp;hellip;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Paragon Vs Plastica 12</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/paragon-vs-plastica-12/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/paragon-vs-plastica-12/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="paragon11.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paragon Vs Plastica 11&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Chapter 12: Glittering
Prizes
by Cobalt Jade (&lt;a href="mailto:cobaltjade@aol.com"&gt;cobaltjade@aol.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Lori watched the warehouse floor with frozen eyes. She was sealed inside
a transparent sphere along with a couple hundred gallons of water. She
should have drowned, except she was as plastic as the drifting snowflakes
circling slowly around her.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Snowglobe. I&amp;rsquo;m trapped inside a giant snowglobe.&lt;/em&gt; Her thoughts
were slow and muzzy, but she knew Cal must escaped, or Plastica would have
been torturing her by threatening to hurt him. Had he made it back to his
apartment? Or was he lying dead or dying somewhere in the tangled swamps
that surrounded the plant? A dull panic seized her, but found no outlet.
&lt;em&gt;Please
God, let him be safe&amp;hellip;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Paragon Vs Plastica 13</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/paragon-vs-plastica-13/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/paragon-vs-plastica-13/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="paragon12.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paragon Vs Plastica 12&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Chapter 13: Checkmate
by Cobalt Jade (&lt;a href="mailto:cobaltjade@aol.com"&gt;cobaltjade@aol.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where am I?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She couldn&amp;rsquo;t move; she couldn&amp;rsquo;t feel. She couldn&amp;rsquo;t see. But she could
hear&amp;hellip; faintly&amp;hellip; the click of sharp-heeled footsteps, the throb of distant
machinery. And she felt the presence of living minds near her, though she
couldn&amp;rsquo;t communicate with them. Only with Scirocco had she been able to
do that. But she could sense those familiar to her when they were within
telepathic range, and she knew without a doubt they were the missing members
of her team. And that all of them trapped.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Paragon Vs Plastica 14</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/paragon-vs-plastica-14/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/paragon-vs-plastica-14/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="paragon13.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paragon Vs Plastica 13&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Chapter 14: Gambit
by Cobalt Jade (&lt;a href="mailto:cobaltjade@aol.com"&gt;cobaltjade@aol.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Cinnabar walked slowly across the factory floor, Sabreglass held high
before her. Her head was clearing from its fog. She glanced right and left:
disused machinery, loading docks, mannequins. In the far distance was a
brighter area lit with fluorescent lights. Her memories of the factory
were vague, but she knew there was a work area, a warehouse, and a lab,
and that had to be the lab. If Plastica was anywhere, she had to be there.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Paragon Vs Plastica 7</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/paragon-vs-plastica-7/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/paragon-vs-plastica-7/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="paragon06.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paragon Vs Plastica 06&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;8
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by Cobalt Jade&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Chapter 7: Defenses
Down&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sweet Goddess, no! Please don&amp;rsquo;t let it end like this!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Cinnabar struggled vainly against the confines of her plastic tomb.
The vibrator squirmed inside her, stimulating her against her will; with
every silent pant she lost precious oxygen. Helplessly orgasming, tears
streaming from her eyes, she could only stare bleakly ahead as the conveyer
belt carried her to her doom. She couldn&amp;rsquo;t have been rendered any more
impotent.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Paragon Vs Plastica 8</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/paragon-vs-plastica-8/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/paragon-vs-plastica-8/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="paragon07.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paragon Vs Plastica 7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
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Paragon vs. Plastica
by Cobalt Jade&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Chapter 8: A Friend
Lends a Hand
&lt;em&gt;Special thanks to CMQ for lending me Cosmic Girl from his Fem-Fantastique
story series.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;What&amp;rsquo;s with you, Lori?&amp;rdquo; Cal said.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Lori halted guiltily by the cafeteria entrance, her arms full of books.
She&amp;rsquo;d called that morning to tell him she couldn&amp;rsquo;t meet him for lunch.
But he hadn&amp;rsquo;t gotten the message and gone ahead to the cafeteria anyway.
&amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m sorry Cal, but I can&amp;rsquo;t do lunch today.&amp;rdquo; She hefted the books. &amp;ldquo;I have
a big research project that&amp;rsquo;s due.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>