<?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>MMF-Ff, Bdsm, Gor, Cons-Nc, X on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/mmf-ff-bdsm-gor-cons-nc-x/</link><description>Recent content in MMF-Ff, Bdsm, Gor, Cons-Nc, X on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><atom:link href="/tags/mmf-ff-bdsm-gor-cons-nc-x/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Geeks and Greeks on Gor</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/geeks-and-greeks-on-gor/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/geeks-and-greeks-on-gor/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A sequel to &amp;ldquo;&lt;a href="../storiessz/treed.html"&gt;Treed&lt;/a&gt;&amp;rdquo;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Vella of Gor knelt in the corner where her master had placed her. She had
been kneeling for a long time, and now she had a cramp in her leg. What was
keeping him? She risked a glance over her shoulder, then stood and massaged her
thigh.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A moment later Vitalis entered the room. He shouted, &amp;ldquo;Breaking position,
slave girl? This calls for a whipping!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Vella squeaked with fear and hurriedly knelt. &amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m sorry, Master.
Please, don&amp;rsquo;t whip me!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>