Stoo

The old Victorian house on Elmwood Lane had an air of quiet abandonment, its wraparound porch sagging slightly under the weight of years, and the faded blue shutters creaking in the gentle breeze. The elderly owner had passed away peacefully in her sleep half a year ago, leaving no immediate family to claim the place. The real estate agency, eager to flip it quickly, had contracted Nadia’s cleaning crew to strip it bare—remove every trace of the woman’s life, bag up the belongings, and leave it gleaming for potential buyers. ...

Part Two – Rehabilitation The bag jostles around you as the car rumbles along, the trunk’s confined space amplifying every bump and turn. The plastic clings to your skin, still damp with the grime of the dumpster, and the faint musk of your earlier indiscretions lingers in the air. Your wrists and ankles remain bound, the duct tape chafing slightly with each shift, but you’ve stopped fighting it—resignation’s settled in, mixed with a flicker of something else. Curiosity, maybe? Dread? Or that same dark thrill you can’t quite shake? You’re not sure anymore; the lines are blurring. ...

The courtroom is dimly lit, the air thick with anticipation. I stand before the bench, the polished wood gleaming under the stern gaze of Judge Emma. Her reputation precedes her—whispers of her ironic punishments have spread like wildfire since the government unleashed these “incentive judges” to tackle petty crimes in an overcrowded system. She adjusts her robes, her piercing eyes locking onto you as the faint hum of the crowd fades into silence. The gavel rests in her hand, poised for judgment. ...

It’s around 7am when Stu approaches the back of the building, which has a large dumpster next to a raised loading bay and a couple smaller bins close by. He stands next to one of the bins as he knocks on the door and waits. About 8 seconds pass, when he raises his hand to knock again, only for the door to open, revealing a young, attractive brunette in her mid 20’s. She looks Stu up and down and says “Can I help you?” ...

A Halloween Special 2008 Tale “Trick Or Treat!!” Sarah opened the door of her apartment and saw 2 children standing there with open bags awaiting a treat from her, One was dressed as a witch and the other was dressed as a pirate. “How cute!! Here’s some extra candy since your costumes are so awsome!” She half fills each bag up with sweets and smiles to kids as they thank her and leave. Sarah loves halloween but this year she’d be spending it alone as her husband was working the night shift, and her friends all had plans. It was the first halloween she’d spent alone in years, but she was enjoying it, snuggling up on the couch with a blanket and some popcorn watching scary movies. There was a George Romero zombie movie marathon on that night, and by the second movie she’d already had around 10 trick or treaters. Sarah didn’t mind though, it was all part of the fun, even if it did interupt her movies from time to time. ...

(story continues from Recycling a Flatmate) Recycling A Flatmate Part 2 Lydia had dosed off, she had no idea how long for, but was woken by a slamming noise. It was the lid to her new bin; someone had shut it, but why? She was a little disorientated and it took her a few seconds to remember where she was and what sort of situation she was in. Her flatmate Fiona had stripped her, bound her and thrown her out in a large black shiny trash bag stuffed to the gunnels with newspaper. She wasn’t sure why, her only thought was that she had found some of the sites she’d been looking at involving her fetish for garbage bags, and being thrown out. Knowing how embarrassed she would get if Fiona had confronted her about this, it was typical for her flatmate to show an understanding in something she liked by getting involved first, and asking about it later, making Lydia more comfortable about it. But had she gone too far? ...

Lydia returned home from a hard day at work, she worked in an office at the local recycling centre and often found herself working long boring hours. One of the things she looked forward to on her returning home was her flatmate Fiona, who had been her best friend for as long as she could remember. They would often share their secrets to each other, and often these would be of a sexual nature. Fiona had learned of Lydia’s love of being tied up and treated as an object, and had treated her friend to some games as her way to help her relax when she’d come home from work. ...