<?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>Peril on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/peril/</link><description>Recent content in Peril on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Thu, 25 Nov 2021 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/peril/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Darcy's Ghost</title><link>/stories/2021/11/25/darcys-ghost/</link><pubDate>Thu, 25 Nov 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/11/25/darcys-ghost/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-4-till-death-do-us-part"&gt;Part 4: Till Death Do Us Part&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Alexis woke with a start. She saw immediately that she was in her own bedroom. But that was where the normalcy ended.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A muzzle gag was strapped across her mouth. She could feel the hard ball on the inside of it between her teeth. Out of the corner of her eye she could see the leather straps that ran up either side of her nose and over her head. Alexis tried pushing the ball out with her tongue but it was strapped in tight.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Retirement Plan</title><link>/stories/2018/04/24/retirement-plan/</link><pubDate>Tue, 24 Apr 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/04/24/retirement-plan/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continues from &lt;a href="retirementplan.html"&gt;part one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 2: A Change of Plans.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The sun had been up for nearly an hour when Toni neared home. She knew already that this would not be the safe house she had intended. A news program on the radio was talking about a police raid on a house and that the FBI was on the scene.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“It&amp;rsquo;s horrifying that something like this should be happening here in our town”, the female news reporter said. “Several young women kidnapped and sold as sex slaves, and the home base is suspected to be this house in one of our most affluent neighbourhoods”.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Abandoned Building Bondage</title><link>/stories/2014/03/05/abandoned-building-bondage/</link><pubDate>Wed, 05 Mar 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/03/05/abandoned-building-bondage/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Meredith squeezed her slender body through the gap in the fence, reached back for her bag of ropes, then looked up at the deserted factory. She grinned. Moving quickly across the weedy lot, she found the window that had been inadequately locked. Boosting herself up, she climbed inside. The space was dim and echoing – just the sort of place where a young woman would be held, tied and gagged.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Cut Above</title><link>/stories/2012/02/09/a-cut-above/</link><pubDate>Thu, 09 Feb 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/02/09/a-cut-above/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Amy was a twenty-two year old blonde with a slim, shapely figure. She lay spreadeagled on a table wearing a string bikini that emphasised her thrust out chest and also fitted snugly round her thighs. She was bound to the table with ropes round her wrists and ankles. Her mouth was also taped.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She struggled. She flexed her fingers as though they would break the ropes. Her back rubbed against the flat surface but all she felt were the ropes round her ankles digging deeply into her skin. She stopped and felt the palms of her hands were sweaty. Her chest rose and fell as she breathed through her nose.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>