<?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>Plants-F+ on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/plants-f/</link><description>Recent content in Plants-F+ 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/plants-f/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>In the Land of the Dolls</title><link>/stories/2018/03/05/in-the-land-of-the-dolls/</link><pubDate>Mon, 05 Mar 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/03/05/in-the-land-of-the-dolls/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 1: There has been a mistake here.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Look, there has clearly been a mistake here”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Madame, allow me to assure you that you are mistaken. Your order has been processed exactly as you placed it. I have it on the computer in front of me”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“And I assure you that this is not what I ordered”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Madame, I have to tell you that you have received exactly what you ordered. 1 large size child’s doll. Snow White type. And that is all you will be charged for”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>In the Land of the Dolls 4: Out in the Garden</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/in-the-land-of-the-dolls-4-out-in-the-garden/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/in-the-land-of-the-dolls-4-out-in-the-garden/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="inthelandofthedolls3.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the Land of the Dolls 3: They Came in the Night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 4: Out in the Garden&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My twin sister and I were curled up together in our stall, The thick straw on the ground insulated us from the cold flags. Our arms curled about each other and our heads so close together our long red hair was mixed together where we lay. Our limbs had grown muscular and tanned under their regime of exercise and sexual torment. A regime that they controlled ruthlessly. The Dolls.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>