<?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>Recapture on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/recapture/</link><description>Recent content in Recapture on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Wed, 18 Oct 2017 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/recapture/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Institutionalised 5: Threesome without Tyra</title><link>/stories/2017/10/18/institutionalised-5-threesome-without-tyra/</link><pubDate>Wed, 18 Oct 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/10/18/institutionalised-5-threesome-without-tyra/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="institutionalised4.html"&gt;part four&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 5: Threesome without Tyra&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;After a few more days, I was finally let out of the security wing and returned to the general patient area, and slowly was accepted by the women there. What had happened to me, or supposedly happened - my being reassigned as a permanent patient - actually met with sympathy and understanding for the most part. But it generally wasn’t discussed and it was pointless me going through the real story of my incarceration over and over again. No one believed me now, no one. My goose was well cooked.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Captured 2</title><link>/stories/2017/09/11/captured-2/</link><pubDate>Mon, 11 Sep 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/09/11/captured-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="captured.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Captured&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Two&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Chapter 3&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;For a minute Andrea thought Black was going to strip her before she was bound but the Goon was in such a hurry to &amp;ldquo;Fix&amp;rdquo; the Detective that he didn&amp;rsquo;t do so. This was the first mistake the gang had made all day. She was surprised that Mrs White had not specified he did so as well. A bit of tardiness creeping into their work, or over confidence maybe. Either way Andrea didn&amp;rsquo;t care as the Goon went to town with the ropes.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>From Lab Rat to Slave 7</title><link>/stories/2016/07/11/from-lab-rat-to-slave-7/</link><pubDate>Mon, 11 Jul 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/07/11/from-lab-rat-to-slave-7/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="fromlabrattoslave6.html"&gt;part six&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter Seven&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Almost immediately after the black out I was already waking up looking to a ceiling devoid of the surgical lights, I could feel a tube down my throat and mechanical means of breathing and I was now in a bed rather then the surgical table. It was very confusing and I was somewhat worried that I was in a bed when the Master made it very clear that slaves did not sleep in beds. My body was aching something fearful but I suspected the surgery had not been done since I had absolutely no pains in the lower regions. Buzzers and alarms where sounding and soon 2 nurses ran into the room and started checking the instruments while on of them kept asking me if I was awake? And if I knew where I was? And if I could see how many fingers she was holding up? The only thing I could do was blink and barely shake my right hand.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>