<?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>Pregnacy on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/pregnacy/</link><description>Recent content in Pregnacy on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 13 Jun 2016 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/pregnacy/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Auction of an Inflated Slavedoll</title><link>/stories/2016/06/13/auction-of-an-inflated-slavedoll/</link><pubDate>Mon, 13 Jun 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/06/13/auction-of-an-inflated-slavedoll/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I had gone to the beach with my girlfriend Sondra on a lovely, warm spring day and we were strolling barefoot along the shoreline when we were captured. We had gone under the wide pier that ran a hundred yards back from the waterline to the street and were enjoying the coolness in the shade. I heard someone behind me on my right say, &amp;ldquo;Don&amp;rsquo;t move.&amp;rdquo; I started to turn when I felt something touch my right cheek and cold fire flashed through me. The same voice said, &amp;ldquo;Don&amp;rsquo;t move&amp;rdquo; again and I stopped dead in my tracks. I could see Sondra and I saw a hand holding a weird luminescent rod touch her cheek and a young man&amp;rsquo;s voice say, &amp;ldquo;You will do only what is necessary to fulfill my commands.&amp;rdquo; Then the rod touched my cheek and the voice repeated the order.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>