<?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>Phallus on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/phallus/</link><description>Recent content in Phallus 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/phallus/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Lady Sally Blackrook: En Pointe!</title><link>/stories/2016/09/02/lady-sally-blackrook-en-pointe/</link><pubDate>Fri, 02 Sep 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/09/02/lady-sally-blackrook-en-pointe/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="ladysallyblackrook.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lady Sally Blackrook&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lady Sally Blackrook, Victorian Adventuress&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;By Gincrack&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;a href="mailto:sigfortunata@gmail.com"&gt;sigfortunata@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lady Blackrook&amp;hellip; en pointe!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The Forests of the Carpathian Mountains&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Urging his horses on the coach driver steered the carriage through the stygian darkness of the forest. There was still snow on the ground and the gibbous moon shining from a cold cloudless sky helped the driver to find his way, the light from the carriage lanterns being pale and ineffectual.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Take it Like a Sheep! 3: Do Machines Dream of Sheep?</title><link>/stories/2016/07/03/take-it-like-a-sheep-3-do-machines-dream-of-sheep/</link><pubDate>Sun, 03 Jul 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/07/03/take-it-like-a-sheep-3-do-machines-dream-of-sheep/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="takeitlikeasheep2.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take it Like a Sheep! 2: Julia on a Stick&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 3: Do Machines Dream of Sheep?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Julie came away from the night of her first automatic scene with the awareness that she could make her machines do anything; anything within the limits of her machine’s abilities, that is. Julie was past this already. She knew that for her to cater her newly developed taste for autoerotic, she needed much more developed machinery, with the robotics and software to match. Julie knew her position at this job would not giver her access to that kind of hardware. Even before Julie programmed her second scene for her vet track, she was looking online to find out what type of company offered this type of access for her to tinker with. There were a few possibilities open to her, but the one with the most promise was a robotics company, specializing in dairy livestock. They used the same software developer within their interface, and she could pitch a good success story about how she improved upon the same programming for her current position in the vet track.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Tack Trap</title><link>/stories/2012/04/25/the-tack-trap/</link><pubDate>Wed, 25 Apr 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/04/25/the-tack-trap/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;We were all watching her as she went into the tack room. Waiting to see if she took the bait. Suzy Sue, our lovely leggy instructress. Our equestrienne goddess. We had deliberately left the tack room untidy, and amongst the disorder we had left the bait for our trap.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Instead of the shouts and bellowing cries for recrimination we had half expected there was only silence. And silence was good for our plan. Very good indeed.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Lady Sally Blackrook</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/lady-sally-blackrook/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/lady-sally-blackrook/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lady Sally Blackrook, Victorian Adventuress&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;By Gincrack&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;a href="mailto:sigfortunata@gmail.com"&gt;sigfortunata@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tormenting Technology!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Lady Sally Blackrook looked down at the sabre tip pressing firmly against the front of her bodice. It had been a short fight and from the beginning she knew that her chances of killing or incapacitating the five armed men were low if not virtually non-existent despite her prowess with a blade. Still several of the men nursed wounds to their arms and faces, her own blade coloured with their blood.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Take it Like a Sheep! 2: Julia on a Stick</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/take-it-like-a-sheep-2-julia-on-a-stick/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/take-it-like-a-sheep-2-julia-on-a-stick/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="takeitlikeasheep.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take it Like a Sheep!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 2: Julia on a Stick&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Julie had known animals for years. She had worked around them all her life, and loved her job working with them. She knew all of the aspects of the work, knew the biology, held all the vetenarian certifications, but before the “incident” she had never known she held a desire for autoerotic fantasies. It had been three weeks since that day when she had been “raped” by the automatic equipment programmed at her very own hand, and not a day went by when she didn’t think of the experience, or how to recreate it… but there were so many things that went right that one time, lucky, purely lucky, that nobody had been around, and even luckier, that her body happened to be compatible with the machine, and not too much different than a sheep’s dimensions. Maybe it was best she not think too far into it.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>