<?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>Voodoo on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/voodoo/</link><description>Recent content in Voodoo on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 20:13:48 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/voodoo/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Voodoo 4</title><link>/stories/2012/04/05/voodoo-4/</link><pubDate>Thu, 05 Apr 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/04/05/voodoo-4/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="voodoo3.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Voodoo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Four&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Alone in the room, she gazed out the window, watching the people outside. Through the headphones covering her ears, she could hear the music, as well as the sound of conversation. She wished she could join them, move among them, talk to them. Instead, she stood stiffly, the rise and fall of her breasts with her labored breathing the only visible movement, other than the occasional twitch.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Voodoo</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/voodoo/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/voodoo/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Finally, the wait was over. After months of preparation, followed by weeks of waiting, the package had arrived. As he began to cut the tape, Bill thought back on the events that had led him here.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Jenny was the kind of woman any man would die for. Long toned legs, tight ass, large, firm tits, all topped by the face of a model. Thoughts of her had filled Bill’s mind from the day she’d come to work in the same office. It had taken him months to build up the nerve to talk to her, more months to gain the courage to ask her out. The results had been less than satisfactory.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Voodoo</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/voodoo/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/voodoo/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="voodoo2.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Voodoo 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;“Hello?”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Jenny smiled at the silence that greeted her. She knew Bill would be at work, but better safe than sorry. Slipping inside, she carefully locked the door. She had four hours, and she meant to be ready.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Taking the supplies she’d brought with her, Jenny quickly explored the house. Once satisfied that she was familiar with the place, she moved to the bedroom and set her things down. Time to get to work.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Voodoo 2</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/voodoo-2/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/voodoo-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="voodoo.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Voodoo&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;Monday morning, and Bill was a nervious wreck. It had been just over a week since his voodoo adventure with Jenny, and today she was due to return to work. With her temper, it was hard telling what she would do. Bill was actually surprised that she hadn’t called the cops on him, despite the probability that nobody would believe her about what had happened.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>