<?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>Web on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/web/</link><description>Recent content in Web 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/web/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Rilliana and Trisha</title><link>/stories/2026/01/26/rilliana-and-trisha/</link><pubDate>Mon, 26 Jan 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2026/01/26/rilliana-and-trisha/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="3-the-red-witch"&gt;3: The Red Witch&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Trisha skimmed through the letter she had received once more and shook her head, just as she had done ten times before.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Are you finally going to tell me why we have to drive to your sister&amp;rsquo;s house because of a letter from her?” asked Rilliana as she looked out of the carriage window and admired the natural scenery. Trisha sighed.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“As luck would have it, she has her birthday on the same day as you, and I suspect she was quite disappointed that I chose to celebrate yours instead of being with her. We’re now doing damage control and going to see her, but I’ll have to pay for it one way or another. She’s very vindictive,” Trisha replied.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Spider Queen Halloween</title><link>/stories/2025/10/28/spider-queen-halloween/</link><pubDate>Tue, 28 Oct 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/10/28/spider-queen-halloween/</guid><description>&lt;h4 id="prelude-a-phone-call-between-friends"&gt;Prelude: A phone call between friends&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“So what are we doing for the Halloween Party?” Phil asked innocently enough. This year Halloween was on a Sunday night and the Halloween party Maggie was hosting was on the Saturday night before.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“I have plans,” Maggie responded wickedly.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“I was hoping that you did,” he smiled back.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Can you be available from say 1pm till Midnight the day of the party?” she asked, knowing full well he’d beg to be involved in her idea.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Perils of Phil</title><link>/stories/2024/10/30/perils-of-phil/</link><pubDate>Wed, 30 Oct 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/10/30/perils-of-phil/</guid><description>&lt;h4 id="prelude"&gt;Prelude&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“So what are we doing for Halloween?” he asked innocently enough.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“I have plans,” she responded wickedly.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“I was hoping that you did,” he smiled back.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Can you be available from say six till 10ish that day?” knowing full well he’d beg to be involved in her idea.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He answered quickly, “Of course, whatever you need me to do.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Whatever?” she purred.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Yes ma’am, whatever.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Just remember you said that.” He could hear her chuckling “I’ll be providing your costume, wear some skimpy undies.”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Leon City Stories</title><link>/stories/2024/07/14/leon-city-stories/</link><pubDate>Sun, 14 Jul 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/07/14/leon-city-stories/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="20-the-horror-in-the-sewers"&gt;20: The Horror in the Sewers&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ava had actually wanted to stay at home this evening and do some tests with her living clothes in peace. Although she had already covered many of the combat aspects of her uniform with her friend Summer, she hadn&amp;rsquo;t gotten around to trying out a few outfits with Greed. His shape-shifting abilities had so far been limited to her cheerleading uniform and, for fun, a superhero costume Summer had come up with. Ava was currently testing out a few outfits she had seen on the internet. A cute pink dress, a blouse with an elegant pencil skirt, out of curiosity a skin-tight latex suit with a mask that only left her eyes open and a sexy cocktail dress that she had fallen in love with. It was black, came down to Ava&amp;rsquo;s thighs and had a window of sheer fabric that went from her neck to her belly button. It was expensive, not that she lacked money, but she had more important things to buy. It must have been fate that while she was wearing the dress, her friend Summer called and invited her to go out for cocktails with the others from the cheerleading squad. It would certainly have been a nice evening if Ava had taken Greed off, but the black dress had cast a spell over her. Now she was sitting alone at a table in the club. While her comrades raised their glasses and partied more and more, Ava remained sober, despite all the cocktails and shots she drank. Instead, she was regularly reminded that she was wearing Greed as he got drunk instead of her and kept trying to get at her crotch. Every time she felt a tentacle creeping up her thigh, she would give her dress a slap and the tentacle would hastily retreat.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Leon City Stories</title><link>/stories/2024/05/26/leon-city-stories/</link><pubDate>Sun, 26 May 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/05/26/leon-city-stories/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="19-servant-of-the-void"&gt;19: Servant of the Void&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;What did you think of the movie?&amp;rdquo; Luke asked after he and his girlfriend Kim had left the cinema. The night was chilly and they were both wearing thick coats to protect them from the wind that whipped between the skyscrapers of Leon City.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;It was okay,&amp;rdquo; Kim said curtly, not even giving him a glance. But Luke didn&amp;rsquo;t let that put him off. Kim had been through a lot in the past few months. He just hoped that she would soon get back to her old, cheerful and curious self.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Leon City Stories</title><link>/stories/2024/01/27/leon-city-stories/</link><pubDate>Sat, 27 Jan 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/01/27/leon-city-stories/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="16-the-hottest-tea-party"&gt;16: The Hottest Tea-Party&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Chloe stood in the shadows with her eyes downcast, waiting for one of the guests to ask for a drink. She was wearing her uniform, a blue bunny girl costume, as prescribed by her employer. She thought the outfit was super cute by now, but she still hated it. It did little to hide her body and she could feel the eyes of the six men at the poker table piercing her regularly. Her boss was one of them and smiled every time he looked over at her. Chloe hadn&amp;rsquo;t really wanted to take the job in the first place, but since she had to pay the rent and was determined to make everything possible for her little sister, she had little choice. Chloe had even been lucky that her boss hadn&amp;rsquo;t simply thrown her out after she had been forced to overstay her vacation. Admittedly, her stay at the Bondage Hotel had been more pleasant than that of her friends, but it had still been a back-breaking job swimming through the aquarium every day until Kim released her in the evening. To make up for the missed hours, her boss offered Chloe to work an extra shift. At his house. With all his shady friends.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Leon City Side Stories</title><link>/stories/2023/12/02/leon-city-side-stories/</link><pubDate>Sat, 02 Dec 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/12/02/leon-city-side-stories/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-1-protector-of-the-woods"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 1 Protector of the Woods&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Her cell phone rang early in the morning. Denise groaned in annoyance and groped sleepily for the troublemaker and answered the call.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;…Yes?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Boss, we just arrived at the forest and…&amp;rdquo; Her employee fell silent, afraid to continue speaking.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;What is it this time?&amp;rdquo; she asked, already expecting some shit about why her guys couldn&amp;rsquo;t cut down the forest for yet another time.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;The vehicles are all covered in trees,&amp;rdquo; she said.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Mel on Vacation</title><link>/stories/2023/11/26/mel-on-vacation/</link><pubDate>Sun, 26 Nov 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/11/26/mel-on-vacation/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;When Andrew Stafford kissed his beloved wife goodbye, he was excited. Not to be away from his adoring, empathic, and intensely affectionate wife - they had excellent boundaries - but because the job itself was exciting. Enticing. A photoshoot in French Guiana; expenses reimbursed. Two weeks away from Avonville, two weeks in the wild seeing the trees and birds and predators.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The beloved husband also knew that Mel wanted a little time. Not time to herself, no - time with the girls. Her and Katya had been planning something, since Katya’s beloved boy-toy was away. Poor Katya was getting a bit depressed, and Melanie was going to have a lovely girl’s week planned. And, after the two weeks, she told hubby , in no uncertain terms, just how absolutely, horribly, intensely erotic things were going to be when he got back.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Carnevil Origins</title><link>/stories/2023/10/30/carnevil-origins/</link><pubDate>Mon, 30 Oct 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/10/30/carnevil-origins/</guid><description>&lt;h4 id="chapter-1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Professor Grobyc and Lady Vix watched the roof collapse into the remains of his evil headquarters in a gush of flames that reached up and ignited the Fabulous Five’s steam dirigible into a massive ball of fire.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yet another base gone,&amp;rdquo; Grobyc mused, &amp;ldquo;Still, at least we finally got rid of those insufferable do-gooders.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He looked down at his badly dented brass chest, &amp;ldquo;This is going to take some serious work&amp;rdquo;.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Last Cage</title><link>/stories/2023/08/07/last-cage/</link><pubDate>Mon, 07 Aug 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/08/07/last-cage/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Abby stands by a window feeling the heat from the sun increasing on her bare skin, as the first drop of sweat runs down her chest and off her nipple she sighs as her body shudders from the tickling feeling she can do nothing about. Abby had been locked in her first cage when she was eight years old by her older brother. Her brother had tricked her into climbing in, “Just to see if she would fit,” quickly closing the door and putting his locker combination lock around the bars of the door and side. Abby spent the remainder of the day trapped inside the small steel box while her brother went to play with his friends.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Phantom Mistform</title><link>/stories/2023/06/03/the-phantom-mistform/</link><pubDate>Sat, 03 Jun 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/06/03/the-phantom-mistform/</guid><description>&lt;h4 id="the-villain"&gt;The Villain&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She slipped into bed, pulling an eye-mask and huffing. She’d put her captives to bed, loaning out the pillows or sealing them in storage for the evening. Ideas were tough. She was still going to use MirageCorp’s iconic ‘smart’ programmable latex, but she was troubled by thoughts of red lines going down and talks of “profit”.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Nanotech was pricey. It was top-of-the-line for good reason, and as useful as it was it had drawbacks. It was pricey, it was glitchy, and more than once it had proven susceptible to cyberwarfare attacks. Very embarrassing, though not as embarrassing as being found coated and squirming as a featureless dolly. She drifted off to a sleep-mode cycle, thinking on the info she’d gained the past few days.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Erotivore</title><link>/stories/2023/05/27/erotivore/</link><pubDate>Sat, 27 May 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/05/27/erotivore/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Thunder roared. Rain pattered. The Husband placed his key in the lock and rotated it. He opened the door to his home slowly, as if acting slowly would somehow prevent him from being noticed, or prevent his absence from being recognized. This was his caveman brain, his ancient reptilian brain, the part of him that operated on instinct and fight-or-flight. This was the part of him that was adapted to running from predators on the ancient savannah, and it was a part that was about to get a workout.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Butterfly Love</title><link>/stories/2022/10/29/butterfly-love/</link><pubDate>Sat, 29 Oct 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/10/29/butterfly-love/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Roger Winslow stopped his car at the massive iron gates and stood fumbling with a ring of keys, searching for the one that would give them entrance. His secretary, Marcie, sat waiting patiently in the car.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Beyond the gates, the Wentworth mansion looked exactly like you would expect a mad scientist’s lair to look in a grainy 1950&amp;rsquo;s horror movie. Maybe that was because it had been built near the end of the nineteenth century when Neo-gothic was the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IN&lt;/strong&gt;* style for the nouveau-riche. Or maybe it was because no one had lived there since Hector Wentworth had passed away and the lower two floors were securely boarded up. Or maybe it was just because tonight was Halloween and everything looked decrepit and spooky in the light of a full Halloween moon shining through a slightly cloudy sky.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The House of the Spider</title><link>/stories/2022/10/29/the-house-of-the-spider/</link><pubDate>Sat, 29 Oct 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/10/29/the-house-of-the-spider/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;“Evocative, isn’t it? Unfortunately, I only have the first few lines.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Kristen Simms nodded. She was a grad student specializing in Arachnology, the study of spiders, and aside from the occasional digression into the study of insects, her interests didn’t extend beyond her own field. But she had a very specific reason for investigating the colonial folklore that Professor Bothal specialized in. A reason that she would rather the professor not know.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Hermione's Drider Peril</title><link>/stories/2022/06/03/hermiones-drider-peril/</link><pubDate>Fri, 03 Jun 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/06/03/hermiones-drider-peril/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;A few months had passed since the Battle of Hogwarts, the wizarding community had time to mourn their losses and process damage brought upon by Voldemort’s dark forces. Although the attack on the school was ultimately thwarted, the surviving witches and wizards now needed to round up and capture any remaining Death Eaters and their allies. Many of the Dark Lord’s followers had fled alongside their wretched monsters into the depths of the wilderness to shield their intentions and evade detection. The new heads of the Ministry of Magic have tasked groups of capable fighters to round up these remaining forces and bring them to stand trial for their crimes.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Genetic Manipulated Cocoon</title><link>/stories/2016/05/14/genetic-manipulated-cocoon/</link><pubDate>Sat, 14 May 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/05/14/genetic-manipulated-cocoon/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;My name is Yana and I am 19 years old. I got an internship at a genetics laboratory right out of high school. My best friend’s dad is high up in the company and he pulled some strings. The company does all kinds of genetic manipulation on animal and plants in an effort to understand how genetics work. One the good side of being an intern I get to work a little all over the facility. On the flip side I get stuck working all the strange and unwanted hours “monitoring” the experiment. That means I walk around and make sure the animal experiments are still in their enclosures.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Scarf Shop</title><link>/stories/2015/04/23/the-scarf-shop/</link><pubDate>Thu, 23 Apr 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/04/23/the-scarf-shop/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Andrea “Rachel” Ney looked forlornly at her desk. It was covered in bills, Last Warning, from all her utilities &amp;amp; suppliers. If business didn’t improve soon, she would have to close her shop.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Andrea’s shop, known as the Silk Scarfer, was famous for its high quality silk scarves – for which she stocked only the finest brands including Hermes, Ferragamo and Pucci. Unfortunately her buy price was now far too high to make money, even with her exclusive clientele.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Jenna</title><link>/stories/2014/10/01/jenna/</link><pubDate>Wed, 01 Oct 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/10/01/jenna/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;He was sitting across from her watching her and she lit a cigarette. Jenna was wearing a tight dress cut above the knees which showed her shapely legs to good effect. She inhaled the smoke and looked at him. She held it for a moment, her full breasts rising as she did so and then blew smoke ceilingward.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;I saw a repair truck outside.&amp;rdquo; Bill commented.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yes I need to have a repairman.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Clueless Fly</title><link>/stories/2014/03/12/the-clueless-fly/</link><pubDate>Wed, 12 Mar 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/03/12/the-clueless-fly/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It was a cold night and Rod was pissed, for the joke his buddies had pulled, getting him drunk and leaving him stranded in the dark alley totally naked. He looked up and saw the sign, the spiders den. The neon was turned off, “FUCK!” he cried in anguish, figures the only place to go around here is shut down for the night. That’s when heard the door creak and saw it slowly swing open. He looked at it suspiciously and the then apprehensively walked through.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Spider and the Clubfly</title><link>/stories/2014/01/29/the-spider-and-the-clubfly/</link><pubDate>Wed, 29 Jan 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/01/29/the-spider-and-the-clubfly/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It was a warm night and Joe was in the mood to club. He’d been to several of the other clubs on the strip but grew tired of the generic feel of them, he noticed the glow of a neon sign down the alley he was standing next too. Curious he walked down the alley to the sign, it said The Spiders Den. Nude dancers and lap dancing, unique things and fetishes. This peaked his interest, he walked into the door and looked around.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Starfire meets her Match</title><link>/stories/2013/04/22/starfire-meets-her-match/</link><pubDate>Mon, 22 Apr 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2013/04/22/starfire-meets-her-match/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Starfire sighed as all the other Titans left Titans Tower. Yet again she was on her own for the weekend. However, this was not a bad thing. She was exceptionally horny, as like all Tamarans, she had an extremely high sex drive. While she was into normal sex, it didn’t fulfil her needs. Her dark secret was that she liked bondage with dominatrixes. When she had time she would have sessions with local dommes.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Bounty Hunter</title><link>/stories/2013/04/09/bounty-hunter/</link><pubDate>Tue, 09 Apr 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2013/04/09/bounty-hunter/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The Baroness smiled as her 10am appointment finally walked in the door. It had taken a long time to track her down and get her, but the Blackwidow had an awesome reputation to deliver what the Baroness needed.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A tall slender woman dressed in black silk entered the room. She moved gracefully and without any noise. Dressed like a ninja in black, her face was covered with only her eyes visible, both her boobs and pubic areas open. Interestingly she wore a red tight fitting well padded silk g-string over her pubic area and similar red silk covers over her nipples.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Silk Fashion</title><link>/stories/2013/03/01/silk-fashion/</link><pubDate>Fri, 01 Mar 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2013/03/01/silk-fashion/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Emma, Christine &amp;amp; Rouszanna were all regulars at the Host Nightclub, renowned for attracting the most beautiful women in town. Many models picked up work there, so it was the place to be seen. The three girls were all part-time models themselves, friends that were always trying to compete against each other for the best clothes and jobs that often come from the Host. Emma was a pretty brunette, Christine a statuesque blonde and Rouszanna a sultry redhead – all were over 6 foot with large breasts and slick pussies as appropriate.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Lara Croft and the Temple of Lolth</title><link>/stories/2013/02/17/lara-croft-and-the-temple-of-lolth/</link><pubDate>Sun, 17 Feb 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2013/02/17/lara-croft-and-the-temple-of-lolth/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Lara sat at a cafe in Paris on the Champs-Elysees later in the evening waiting for her mysterious customer to contact her. All she had been told is that her customer would be wearing a white scarf and had a very high paying job for her to look at.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A limousine pulled up outside the cafe and a mysterious woman dressed in a black silk hood &amp;amp; cloak, a black scarf tied over her slicked back hair, long black leather gloves, high boots and a white scarf wrapped around her neck stepped out. Lara noticed she was nude under the trench-coat save for silk black g-string panties. She also had a spider tattoo on her midriff. Lara thought she looked highly impressive.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Haunted House</title><link>/stories/2013/01/17/haunted-house/</link><pubDate>Thu, 17 Jan 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2013/01/17/haunted-house/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Jenny was in Science class, with her 4 friends Kelly Christy Sally and Emma. As they spoke they noticed a strange new girl enter the science class in front of them. She sat down quietly next to Jenny, as the only empty chair left in class. She wore a dark black scarf tied over her hair, black silk shirt and long black skirt.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The others laughed and whispered, but Jenny didn’t. She had been the new girl in town a year before, and knew how hurtful those comments were. She turned to the new girl and introduced herself.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Lingerie Shop</title><link>/stories/2012/12/23/the-lingerie-shop/</link><pubDate>Sun, 23 Dec 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/12/23/the-lingerie-shop/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;At the end of yet another day of battles Power Girl removed her costume to have a shower at the JLA Hall of Justice. Her costume, made from Kryptonian material, was invulnerable and stretched with her rather ample assets. Unfortunately her underwear did not. Yet again she had ripped through her bra and panties, that was the 5th pair this week and it was only Tuesday. As she stood there cursing her colleague Wonder Woman emerged from the showers.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Stargate 4: Kryptonian DNA</title><link>/stories/2012/12/14/stargate-4-kryptonian-dna/</link><pubDate>Fri, 14 Dec 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/12/14/stargate-4-kryptonian-dna/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;continued from &lt;a href="stargate2.html"&gt;part three&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 4: Kryptonian DNA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Supergirl squirmed to get off the web, but she was caught fast. Similarly Power Girl twisted and turned, but she was suspended by her wrists in a seamless bind.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Arachne laughed. “Welcome my friends, now slaves, to my training school”.  With that she motioned and a group of young spiderwomen of all shapes and sizes came forward.” You are most welcome to stay forever, but I give you a chance – win one match and you are free&amp;hellip;”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Stargate 3: Magical Trap</title><link>/stories/2012/08/12/stargate-3-magical-trap/</link><pubDate>Sun, 12 Aug 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/08/12/stargate-3-magical-trap/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;continued from &lt;a href="stargate2.html"&gt;part two&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 3: Magical Trap&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Weaver had been given the go-ahead by her queen, Arachne – so she put her plan into motion.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Her targets were the local female super heroines who were immune to the Spiderwoman pheromones that could control the males. They were also far more intelligent, so she and Arachne has developed a multi-stage plan to both capture these “annoyances” so they didn’t impede Arachne’s scheme to take over Earth. They also though provided a unique opportunity to the Spiderwoman race via the Stargate to have super-powered slaves, a unique food source AND provide new breeding stock to genetically improve their race.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Dungeon of Mistress Web</title><link>/stories/2012/08/12/the-dungeon-of-mistress-web/</link><pubDate>Sun, 12 Aug 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/08/12/the-dungeon-of-mistress-web/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Lois knocked on the door. She hoped she was at the right place, there was no sign and she had walked down a dark alley to get there.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She had been late for the Monday meeting. So when her publisher, Perri White, handed out assignments, Lois got what she assumed was the last crappy one.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; “What! A bondage mistress interview! How twisted is this?” she whined to Perri.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Perri smiled, her white hair shining in the light. “Maybe next time you will be on time. Besides, there something going on here. This bondage mistress calls herself Mistress Web and claims to be able to entrap anyone willingly or unwillingly to be her slave. The weird thing is, when people like the police try and find her, she cannot be found.”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Stargate 1: New Order</title><link>/stories/2012/07/29/stargate-1-new-order/</link><pubDate>Sun, 29 Jul 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/07/29/stargate-1-new-order/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 1: New Order&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Carter had entered the new dialling codes.. The gate opened up to a New World. Carter plunged through the gate, with her 3 supporting officers.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;They landed inside a clearing so Carter left 2 officers to guard the gate. She and the other one followed a path away from the clearing.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;One of the guards Miranda, the tall blonde, heard a cry from behind some trees. She raced through the bushes and emerged to find a naked brunette woman cocooned in some sort of sticky web on the ground. Over her a tall slender naked woman with no hair was perched, extruding thick silk webbing with her 6 arms to wrap her up.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Stargate 2: Setting the Bait</title><link>/stories/2012/07/29/stargate-2-setting-the-bait/</link><pubDate>Sun, 29 Jul 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/07/29/stargate-2-setting-the-bait/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;continued from &lt;a href="stargate.html"&gt;part one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 2: Setting the Bait&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Struggling to stay awake Carter looked at the spider goddess Arachne, she was highly impressive.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Who are you?” Carter stammered, as she tried to break free but found she was tightly wrapped in thick silk webbing.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“I’m Arachne, your goddess” Arachne smiled “and you are Carter of the Taree. Most useful indeed.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Arachne then explained to Carter that she was descended from Earth spiders and had been created by the Ancients from spider and human DNA. On her world the spider humans had become dominant and their prey was normal humans for all sorts of purposes.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Pussy Silk 2: Out in the Park</title><link>/stories/2012/06/16/pussy-silk-2-out-in-the-park/</link><pubDate>Sat, 16 Jun 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/06/16/pussy-silk-2-out-in-the-park/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="pussysilk.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pussy Silk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 2: Out in the Park&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It had been a while since Sue had caught her prey, and although playing with him was fun, she felt that she needed something other than a toy. So after going through the nightly routine, she left her silk wrapped prey hanging from the ceiling and went out for the night!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was a fairly busy night at the club when she pulled up and got out of the car. She handed the valet her car keys and gave him a generous tip as well as a seductive wink. She walked up to the front entrance and gave the doorman her entrance fee and walked on in.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Pussy Silk 2: Out in the Park</title><link>/stories/2012/06/16/pussy-silk-2-out-in-the-park/</link><pubDate>Sat, 16 Jun 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/06/16/pussy-silk-2-out-in-the-park/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;continued from &lt;a href="pussysilk.html"&gt;part one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 2: Out in the Park&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It had been a while since Sue had caught her prey, and although playing with him was fun, she felt that she needed something other than a toy. So after going through the nightly routine, she left her silk wrapped prey hanging from the ceiling and went out for the night!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was a fairly busy night at the club when she pulled up and got out of the car. She handed the valet her car keys and gave him a generous tip as well as a seductive wink. She walked up to the front entrance and gave the doorman her entrance fee and walked on in.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Pussy Silk</title><link>/stories/2012/06/08/pussy-silk/</link><pubDate>Fri, 08 Jun 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/06/08/pussy-silk/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It was a normal day, not unlike any other day, Joe had just left the local market and ran across an old friend. Sue was blonde with some graying, an older woman of about her mid to upper forties, she’d always been somewhat of an obsession of Joe’s, ever since working with her at the workshop. She smiled at him and winked as they passed each other, ”Hi stranger” she said as they passed. Surprised Joe turned around and returned the greeting. “How you been doing?” she asked.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Date with a Spider</title><link>/stories/2012/05/25/date-with-a-spider/</link><pubDate>Fri, 25 May 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/05/25/date-with-a-spider/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Pat was 50 but didn’t show it because of the transformation when she was turned into the spider woman that she was. She was well endowed and looked like a 30 year old, gorgeous from her head to her toes, her flowing red hair replaced the graying dull red she had when she was looking her age. Her tits were large and firm with firm nipples and her vagina was smooth and barren, she was a gorgeous redhead that looked 30. She loved the fact that she had her looks back, that with her actual years of experience chasing men, all those years paid off by allowing her to pursue and catch her prey with relative ease. She always wore a mink coat over her nude form to hide the extra arms and legs from her intended prey. It wasn’t until caught in her embrace that her true form was found out but by then her prey had been subdued.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Date with a Spider</title><link>/stories/2012/05/25/date-with-a-spider/</link><pubDate>Fri, 25 May 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/05/25/date-with-a-spider/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Pat was 50 but didn’t show it because of the transformation when she was turned into the spider woman that she was. She was well endowed and looked like a 30 year old, gorgeous from her head to her toes, her flowing red hair replaced the graying dull red she had when she was looking her age. Her tits were large and firm with firm nipples and her vagina was smooth and barren, she was a gorgeous redhead that looked 30. She loved the fact that she had her looks back, that with her actual years of experience chasing men, all those years paid off by allowing her to pursue and catch her prey with relative ease. She always wore a mink coat over her nude form to hide the extra arms and legs from her intended prey. It wasn’t until caught in her embrace that her true form was found out but by then her prey had been subdued.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Drider Dates</title><link>/stories/2011/05/17/drider-dates/</link><pubDate>Tue, 17 May 2011 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2011/05/17/drider-dates/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Author&amp;rsquo;s note:  This story is set in the same universe as my prior &lt;a href="drider.html"&gt;Drider&lt;/a&gt; stories, which explain the world, and the situation between humans and Driders.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;* * *&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was an exceedingly cold night as Oiai walked down the street, drawing her coat tighter around her, wishing once more that the weather had been more pleasant and accommodating for the get-together.  But luck was not on their side, as this winter had been far colder then normal.
Humans could adapt to the cold, but it was much harder for her kind to do so.
Drawing her coat closer about her, Oiai hurried on, her legs moving quickly across the pavement.  
At last, the lights of the bar appeared, bright and warm within the cold winter night.  The door, while large, was still small enough that she had to squeeze all her legs together to fit through.  But once she was through, a gust of warm air flowed over her, and she felt warm enough to take off her coat.
After putting the coat on a nearby rack, she walked towards the back of the bar, passing dozens of other driders, and the humans walking about.  There was a festive mood in the air, with both species seeking refuge from the cold, and finding it in their drinks, the food, and the company of each other.
Reaching a booth in the back, she sat down.  There were several faces in the bar that Oiai recognized:  Co-workers, neighbors, but there was one in particular that she didn’t see.
A large tarantula came up.  “Evening Oiai.”
Oiai smiled.  “Good evening Wangh.”
“What’ll it be?”
“Nothing at the moment.  I’ll order once my date gets here.”
Wangh smiled.  “Trying your luck again, eh?  Who with?”
“A human.  Goes by the name Jack.”
“I don’t know of any human by that name.”
“Not surprised.  This is his first time coming here.”
Wangh nodded.  “Well, I hope it goes well for the two of you.”
“I hope so.  He’s very shy about all this.  Took me a few months just to encourage him to come out here.”
“Ah, just be yourself, and he’ll do fine.  Now, just wave when you want some drinks, and I’ll be back.”
“Thank you.”
Legs scuttling, Wangh headed back towards the counter, leaving Oiai to wait, and ponder how this was going to go.  Though this was a good, logical place to meet someone for the first time, she wondered if perhaps another location would have been better.  Someplace with more warmth, perhaps a family restaurant.  There weren’t any drunks here, but if something got out of hand, it could potentially ruin the entire evening.
Considering how much this meant to her, she didn’t want to risk screwing it up.
The human sized door opened, and a man walked inside.  He was of average height and build, carrying a suitcase and wearing a dark green coat…the same attire Jack said he would be wearing upon arriving.
Oiai looked over in surprise.  So this was Jack…a bit smaller then she had imagined.  He looked nervous too, peering around anxiously, no doubt feeling out of place among all the locals.
Standing slightly, Oiai waved her hand.  Jack saw it, quickly headed over.  Like Oiai, he was also surprised at seeing her for the first time in person.  Both had seen photos of each other over the internet, but had never met face to face.
“So…Jack, I presume?” Oiai asked.
Jack nodded.  “Yep.  The one and only.”
Oiai extended her hand.  “Well, nice to meet you in person at last!”  
Jack shook, then took a seat.  “So…you know this place?” he asked.
“Oh yes.  Come here frequently after work,” Oiai assured him, sensing that he more nervous then she had intended.  Perhaps she was bigger then he had imagined.  Or perhaps it was because she was a black widow spider, which, from what she had read, were among the most poisonous spiders to humans.
Or perhaps it was just the fact that actually seeing her face to face was something unnerving.
“Well, what would you like to drink?” she asked, wanting to break the ice.  “Water?  Tea?  Something else?”
“Oh, water will be just fine, thanks,”
Oiai signaled to Wangh, who came over, took their order, and went to have it made.
“So…this your first time?” Oiai asked.
“At a bar like this?  Yeah…never been in a mixed bar before.”
He looked around.  While there were many humans in the bar, there were far more driders, of all species and types.
“Nervous?”
“A little, yeah,” Jack said.  “Being…I mean, just having so many different…uh…your kind around is a little unnerving.”
“How so?” Oiai asked, curious.
Jack blushed, nervous.  “Oh, just uh…childhood fear of spiders, you know?  I mean, nothing against you personally or anything…I just remember back before your kind showed up, when the biggest spider was just the size of a dinner plate.” 
“That would be unnerving,” Oiai said.
“Yeah.”
Wangh came over, dropped off their drinks.
“So, you’ve never been in a relationship with others of my kind before?”
“Well, not really.”  
“And what are your first impressions?”
Jack looked her over, trying to figure out a tactful way to reply.
“Well…you’re a bit older then your picture let on.  And you’re a bit…bigger.  Not that you’re fat or anything.”  
The poor human wasn’t having a good time, Oiai could see that.  She had made a critical error, she saw that now.  A mixed bar wasn’t the best place to visit; the atmosphere was just too informal.  They should have gone to that family themed restaurant, where things would have been more structured and friendly.  Here, he was taking in too many things at once.  She had to try and diffuse the tension, and get him out of here before his personal comfort level bottomed out.
“If you want Jack,” she said.  “We could go somewhere else, where you’re more comfortable.”
“Oh no, no, that’s okay,” Jack said.  “I mean…I expected to be a bit nervous, meeting you for the first time and all…it’s just that…well, and it’s just weird to see the face behind the username.  I mean, I shouldn’t feel that way.  How long have we been at this, now?  Five years online?”
“Six.”
“Six, yeah.  I just didn’t expect to feel this nervous.”  
“If this is your first time, that’s to be expected,” Oiai assured him.  “You’ll warm up to it.”
“I hope so.”  
Oiai smiled.  “You will.”
Taking his drink, Jack sipped it.  “Oh yeah, I don’t doubt that.  It’ll just take time, I suppose.”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Mistress of Webs</title><link>/stories/2009/05/22/mistress-of-webs/</link><pubDate>Fri, 22 May 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/05/22/mistress-of-webs/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;John is between sleep and reality. John feels pressure on his thighs. John feels numb and fuzzy at his extremities, and John feels wetness on his face. When you&amp;rsquo;re between sleeping and waking, your senses are all blurred and you can&amp;rsquo;t put things like these together right away. John&amp;rsquo;s eyes try to open but he sees nothing. Eyesight or not though, John is waking up. He begins to realize that the pressure on his thighs is from something sitting on his lap. He begins to realize that his extremities are numb because there is something tight and constricting around his wrists and ankles. John makes another attempt at sight by closing and opening his eyes again to no avail, and he feels his eyelashes brush against something as they move.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Drider 4: War</title><link>/stories/2006/12/23/drider-4-war/</link><pubDate>Sat, 23 Dec 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/12/23/drider-4-war/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drider 4:
War!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Special thanks to Kemmer for suggesting some of the ideas in this story&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The cold night
air stung Antonio as he walked through the desert. He cursed himself for
not bringing a coat. He didn’t even bring a jacket. All he had was
a shirt and his jeans.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;em&gt;Stupid,
stupid!&lt;/em&gt;&amp;rdquo; He cursed himself. &amp;ldquo;&lt;em&gt;You&amp;rsquo;re such a fool
Antonio! You might freeze out here, and you didn’t think to bring a
jacket did you?&lt;/em&gt;&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Drider 4: War Part 2</title><link>/stories/2006/12/23/drider-4-war-part-2/</link><pubDate>Sat, 23 Dec 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/12/23/drider-4-war-part-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;continued from &lt;a href="drider4.html"&gt;part one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;London was
silent.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The sound of
cars, of crowds, of people, were all gone.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The city, for the
first time in its history, was totally silent.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;There were large
webs strung up through the city, between every building and every street.
On each web were up to two dozen silk bundles. They were still and quiet
most of the time, but occasionally they wiggled ever so slightly, and a muffled
cry could faintly be heard.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Drider 4: War Part 3</title><link>/stories/2006/12/23/drider-4-war-part-3/</link><pubDate>Sat, 23 Dec 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/12/23/drider-4-war-part-3/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;continued from &lt;a href="drider4pt2.html"&gt;part two&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Wow dad,&amp;rdquo; Mona said. &amp;ldquo;She&amp;rsquo;s
beautiful.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Really? I do admit, she actually looks quite
attractive in that shell of hers. Do you think its thick enough?&amp;rdquo;
Mona walked up to the concrete shell and knocked on it. A thunk greeted
her attempt.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yes, I think its thick enough.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;One question father.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yes?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Why did you put her in that rubber suit?&amp;rdquo;
Pierre grinned sheepishly.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Well….uhm…oh, you know. To keep
her…warm. Yes, that&amp;rsquo;s it. Keep her warm!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Explore Inc</title><link>/stories/2004/09/18/explore-inc/</link><pubDate>Sat, 18 Sep 2004 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2004/09/18/explore-inc/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-3-the-island"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 3: The Island&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My finals were finally over and I did really great. I spent the next two days partying and then two more recovering. I finally went back to Explore Inc to take some picture for David. After a really interesting shoot David pulled me aside to talk.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“I’m glad to hear you did so good on finals. I have a proposition for you. I really think that you’ll like it,” David said.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Explore Inc 3: The Island?</title><link>/stories/2004/09/18/explore-inc-3-the-island/</link><pubDate>Sat, 18 Sep 2004 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2004/09/18/explore-inc-3-the-island/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="explore_inc2.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Explore Inc 2: Back Again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 3: The Island?&lt;/strong&gt;
(Sequel to Explore Inc)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My finals were finally over and I did really great. I spent the next two
days partying and then two more recovering. I finally went back to Explore
Inc to take some picture for David. After a really interesting shoot David
pulled me aside to talk.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“I’m glad to hear you did so good on finals. I have a proposition for
you. I really think that you’ll like it,” David said.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Explore Inc 3: The Island?</title><link>/stories/2004/09/18/explore-inc-3-the-island/</link><pubDate>Sat, 18 Sep 2004 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2004/09/18/explore-inc-3-the-island/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continues from &lt;a href="explore_inc2.html"&gt;part two&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 3: The Island?&lt;/strong&gt;
(Sequel to Explore Inc)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My finals were finally over and I did really great. I spent the next two
days partying and then two more recovering. I finally went back to Explore
Inc to take some picture for David. After a really interesting shoot David
pulled me aside to talk.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“I’m glad to hear you did so good on finals. I have a proposition for
you. I really think that you’ll like it,” David said.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Spider by Any Other Name</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/a-spider-by-any-other-name/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/a-spider-by-any-other-name/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;“Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth!”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You put away your phone. Fine by you. Your phone is almost dead, anyway. Those ride-sharing apps always take forever to load.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You feel just as comfortable out here as you did inside the club. In fact, it might be a bit &lt;em&gt;more&lt;/em&gt; comfortable - inside it was hot and muggy. The cool spring air - polluted as it may be by concrete, chemicals, and the endless fumes of automobiles - is refreshing on your face. An evening breeze rustles trees along the road. A few of the other patrons go back inside.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Batgirl vs the Professor 8: Escape Attempt</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/batgirl-vs-the-professor-8-escape-attempt/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/batgirl-vs-the-professor-8-escape-attempt/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="batgirlvsprofessor7.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Batgirl vs the Professor 7: Plans and Flashbacks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 8: Escape Attempt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Annie Goodbody returned a short time later.  Barbara watched as she approached, her lab coat gone.  How fantastic of a figure the woman had as she moved.  The shiny black rubber clothing and sky high heels made her look so sexy and desirable in an incredibly erotic way.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She made Batgirl stand and after collecting the collar and gag from the table, they headed out of the room.  She made no move to put them as they boarded the elevator.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Gai-Shift - Some Like it Knot 2: Escape?</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/gai-shift-some-like-it-knot-2-escape/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/gai-shift-some-like-it-knot-2-escape/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="gaishift_somelikeitknot.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gai-Shift - Some Like it Knot 1: Manni Surprise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 2: Escape?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Colette and Cindy, the two maids, wrapped each other in tight embraces and shared a good scream.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The subject of their scream, Van (one a cocky little engineer girl, but now an engineer &lt;em&gt;with&lt;/em&gt; a cock, complements of Sasha the vengeful sex-changing witch), winced. It didn&amp;rsquo;t help that the girls&amp;rsquo; lusty distress was making his doggie sit up and beg.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Pussy Silk</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/pussy-silk/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/pussy-silk/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It was a normal day, not unlike any other day, Joe had just left the local market and ran across an old friend. Sue was blonde with some graying, an older woman of about her mid to upper forties, she’d always been somewhat of an obsession of Joe’s, ever since working with her at the workshop. She smiled at him and winked as they passed each other, ”Hi stranger” she said as they passed. Surprised Joe turned around and returned the greeting. “How you been doing?” she asked.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>