<?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>Servitude on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/servitude/</link><description>Recent content in Servitude on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 20:13:46 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/servitude/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Beta 3: Belladonna Sciori</title><link>/stories/2016/06/28/beta-3-belladonna-sciori/</link><pubDate>Tue, 28 Jun 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/06/28/beta-3-belladonna-sciori/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="beta2.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beta 2: Spencer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 3: Belladonna Sciori&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;What you&amp;rsquo;re proposing is treason, don&amp;rsquo;t you realize that?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Seated to one side of the large table, Bella watched quietly as Spencer considered his reply.  As she waited for him to speak, she thought about the path that had brought them here.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;They had spent, altogether, five days at Spencer&amp;rsquo;s cabin, resting and preparing themselves for the first step in his grand plan.  After leaving, they had spent the next month and a half moving from town to town within the province.  At each town, Spencer had spoken with the leaders, directing each to meet here.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Cum Sponge</title><link>/stories/2016/01/11/cum-sponge/</link><pubDate>Mon, 11 Jan 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/01/11/cum-sponge/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Foreword: This is a work of fiction. None of the people in this story are real. None of these events ever happened. This story is nothing more than words that came from my imagination. Any similarity to any real people, places, or events is purely coincidental.
Operators of erotic story web sites, whether free or fee-based, have my permission to post my stories for public reading, provided that credit is given to &amp;ldquo;Hungry Guy&amp;rdquo; as the author, and as long as you don&amp;rsquo;t make changes other than fixing typos. Even beware of fixing typos, for I occasionally use local slang and dialects that may be flagged by your spell checker. Thanks.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Beta 2: Spencer</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/beta-2-spencer/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/beta-2-spencer/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="beta.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 2: Spencer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Belladonna Sciori had never really grasped the concept of hell. Once, long ago, she&amp;rsquo;d idly entertained herself by imagining what hell might be. Back then, of course, hell had been a place where other people went.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Much had changed since then. With the final defeat of her armies, she had gone from General Sciori, conquerer, to Belladonna Sciori, prisoner. Sent to the penal colony on Primus, she had accepted her fate, not with dread, but with the firm belief that, even there, her genetically enhanced mind and body could and would prevail.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>