<?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>Spaceship on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/spaceship/</link><description>Recent content in Spaceship 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/spaceship/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Four Astronauts Enslaved</title><link>/stories/2019/03/07/four-astronauts-enslaved/</link><pubDate>Thu, 07 Mar 2019 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2019/03/07/four-astronauts-enslaved/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Inspired by works by bvknotty:
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&lt;a href="http://fav.me/dadjn0x"&gt;http://fav.me/dadjn0x&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The four female astronauts were being led through the corridors of the massive spaceship by guard robots. Their arms were bound behind their backs in handcuffs, and their blaster pistols had been confiscated. Only minutes before, the small exploratory ship they had traveled the galaxy in was caught in a powerful tractor beam by the larger, unidentified craft they assumed to be an old derelict. The tractor beam drew them into an empty hanger bay, where a squad of mechanical soldiers awaited to take them captive. They had only been allowed a brief glance back at their ship before being taken away. Arcs from plasma cutters could already be seen carving up the tiny craft like a roast, most likely for metal salvage and parts.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Pink Ladies</title><link>/stories/2018/12/15/the-pink-ladies/</link><pubDate>Sat, 15 Dec 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/12/15/the-pink-ladies/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The Pink Ladies
by
The Technician&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sci-fi, abduction, aliens, orgasm, spanking&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Alien abduction and more, XXX more.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;W receives an email from a long time friend telling the story of alien abduction and much, much more.&lt;/em&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;* * * * * * * * * * * *&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Yoko's Experience 4: The Space Trip</title><link>/stories/2018/02/24/yokos-experience-4-the-space-trip/</link><pubDate>Sat, 24 Feb 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/02/24/yokos-experience-4-the-space-trip/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="yokosexperience3.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yoko&amp;rsquo;s Experience 3: The Escape Pod&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yoko&amp;rsquo;s Experience #4: The Space Trip&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Here&amp;rsquo;s your flight suit.&amp;rdquo;, said Hikaru, handing Yoko a bag. &amp;ldquo;You should get changed into it before entering the bridge, otherwise you won&amp;rsquo;t be able to fit into your seat. It has been lubed already. I&amp;rsquo;ll be back in fifteen minutes, so take your time.&amp;rdquo;.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The suit in question consisted of some kind of a one piece body suit with very short sleeves and legs ending at thighs, a pair of long gloves and thigh high boots. Both gloves and boots ended with zippers, suggesting that they can be permanently attached to the main part of the suit. And the boots had a very strange kind of heels. Actually they looked more like a connection between heels and wedges: they started at the insteps, like any kind of standard wedges, but were only 1 cm thin and 10 cm high. They also had two holes at the back: first one just below the heel and the second at the bottom.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Advanced Bondage 3</title><link>/stories/2017/07/31/advanced-bondage-3/</link><pubDate>Mon, 31 Jul 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/07/31/advanced-bondage-3/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="advancedbondage2.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Advanced Bondage 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Three&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Retire?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Nikki Vincent nodded without raising her head from Bob&amp;rsquo;s shoulder. &amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;ve been thinking about it,&amp;rdquo; she replied.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;But why? You love bondage.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Nikki nodded again. &amp;ldquo;I do,&amp;rdquo; she said softly. &amp;ldquo;Bondage is my one great love, always has been. But there are other things, things I&amp;rsquo;m getting tired of.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Such as?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Slowly, Nikki raised herself from where she lay nearly atop Bob. Kneeling beside him on the bed, she began ticking points on her fingers.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Sandra's Ordeal</title><link>/stories/2017/02/05/sandras-ordeal/</link><pubDate>Sun, 05 Feb 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/02/05/sandras-ordeal/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Join the fleet, they said. Experience all the adventure and excitement that comes with serving humanity.&amp;rdquo; Glancing around the small compartment, Sandra Bollingbrooke frowned. &amp;ldquo;Yeah, right.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Surprisingly, she thought, there had been a time when she&amp;rsquo;d believe what all those vids had claimed, which was why she&amp;rsquo;d enlisted right after graduation. Now, nearly five years later, she&amp;rsquo;d reached the rank of Lieutenant, Junior Grade. She even had her first command, if you&amp;rsquo;d call it that, but that was as close to her dreams as she&amp;rsquo;d come.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Sandra's Ordeal</title><link>/stories/2017/02/05/sandras-ordeal/</link><pubDate>Sun, 05 Feb 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/02/05/sandras-ordeal/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Join the fleet, they said. Experience all the adventure and excitement that comes with serving humanity.&amp;rdquo; Glancing around the small compartment, Sandra Bollingbrooke frowned. &amp;ldquo;Yeah, right.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Surprisingly, she thought, there had been a time when she&amp;rsquo;d believe what all those vids had claimed, which was why she&amp;rsquo;d enlisted right after graduation. Now, nearly five years later, she&amp;rsquo;d reached the rank of Lieutenant, Junior Grade. She even had her first command, if you&amp;rsquo;d call it that, but that was as close to her dreams as she&amp;rsquo;d come.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Oubliette</title><link>/stories/2016/07/27/oubliette/</link><pubDate>Wed, 27 Jul 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/07/27/oubliette/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The cargo freighter DEMETER cruised through interstellar space, its hundred kilometer long masts draped with gossamer fabric. The myomeric sails stretched along the masts and yardarms extended into the walls of the filament streamer, forming a conductive path between the opposite polarities of energies that constituted the tunnel through space. Rivers of quantum energy poured across the DEMETER’s hull, and in response, she sailed through the empty gulfs between stars at just a fraction less than lightspeed.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Penal Slave</title><link>/stories/2016/05/17/penal-slave/</link><pubDate>Tue, 17 May 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/05/17/penal-slave/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The lights in Linda Slater&amp;rsquo;s cabin came on, as they were programmed to do, and along with a gentle beeping awoke her much earlier than her assigned schedule suggested. Even though it was 18:00 (6 PM) she still preferred to consider it to be “morning”, although in space, “morning” and “night” no longer had any meaning. Schedules for the 300 passengers and crew were divided into shifts, each staggered so that the load on the kitchen and recreation areas would be distributed. During most of the voyage there was nothing to distinguish one time period from another. No day, no night, no weekends, no Friday nights. A few “days” at the beginning, and a few at the very end of the voyage were the exception.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Colony Ship Eight</title><link>/stories/2015/07/15/colony-ship-eight/</link><pubDate>Wed, 15 Jul 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/07/15/colony-ship-eight/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;What would you do to get on the last ship off a doomed planet?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Everyone was seeking an opportunity to get off-planet before an asteroid destroyed all life on Earth, and the Zorteff controlled the colony ships. But if you were not a scientist going into space for training or someone selected for the colony ship, your only chance– if you were a woman– was to go with the Zorteff as one of their “servants.” If a woman did that, she would live, but it would be as a sex slave on the Zorteff home planet.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Curiosity Killed the Cat</title><link>/stories/2015/06/18/curiosity-killed-the-cat/</link><pubDate>Thu, 18 Jun 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/06/18/curiosity-killed-the-cat/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It was once again time for the national UFO convention, and that meant that we had to keep especially close track of certain individuals of interest to us. Most of the convention&amp;rsquo;s attendees were harmless enough, some just as crazy as we tried to portray them to encourage the population not to take them seriously, and others just plain fun and out to make a buck.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;There were of course some true believers in the group with real experiences, and it was my duty to keep track of one of those specifically, and the others generally. She was twenty seven years old and the guys on the detail with me called her Red, even though she had a more official code name for surveillance purposes. Red was a natural red head (the guys had told me, as if I truly wanted to know) and quite stunning, and I had drawn the duty of watching her because she was very distracting to the male members of our detail. Red was pretty sharp too, she never carried a cell phone of any kind, and she drove an older car manufactured before tracking technology had been embedded into their systems.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Advanced Bondage</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/advanced-bondage/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/advanced-bondage/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Where the hell did it go?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Glancing around at the disaster area that had just recently been a neat, orderly room, Nikki Vincent swore softly, then grinned at her own actions. It had been years since she&amp;rsquo;d acted like this. Like a rookie, she thought, her grin widening.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It had been a long time since Nikki had been a rookie. A veteran and respected figure in the bondage video scene, her name, and her body, were among the best known of the many models churning out bondage videos and photo shoots for an avid audience. Nikki had seen it all, done it all, and enjoyed most of it. Today, though, she was feverishly trying to prepare for something entirely new.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Advanced Bondage 2</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/advanced-bondage-2/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/advanced-bondage-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="advancedbondage.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Advanced Bondage&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;“Finally!” Slamming the door behind her, Nikki Vincent leaned against it. Days like this, she thought, seriously challenged her love for her work.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;After several moments, Nikki began making her way across the room, leaving behind a trail of discarded clothing on her way to the shower. A long, hot soak, she thought wearily. Maybe then I’ll be able to relax.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Later, sprawled on her bed, Nikki stared up at the ceiling. Being home hadn’t helped. A long, almost scaldingly hot shower hadn’t helped. For a moment, Nikki seriously considered several large, stiff drinks. Then, as a thought popped into her head, she smiled.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>