Bags Galore only whose Wishes were being Granted?

Chapter One - Mistress's garbage bag.

It was a dream come true to have a sexy powerful witch as a girlfriend. A girlfriend who I could share my fantasies with, and make them come true! She lived in a large stately home in the country, and her parents were as rich as oil barons.

Like smaller households, this property generated its fair share of trash to be disposed of, just in larger quantities. Not that the family members soiled their clean hands with such matters, they had maids for that sort of disgusting thing.

During a love making session, while we were both naked, she had uncovered a secret sexual fantasy of mine to spend time with polythene bags. She laughed and teased me that she had the power as a witch to make such fetishes a bit more real that other girlfriends.

"So you like the shiny black garbage sacks do you?" she quizzed.

I hung my head in shame and just nodded, preferring not to make eye contact with her.

"What do you want, to go inside one? I can cast a spell which allows you to live without oxygen, if you want to go inside?" she said willing me on.

It was as if she was getting off on what she could do with me. A willing victim for her pleasure.

I said nothing.

"Well what is it then?" she asked.

Then as if she could read my mind (perhaps she could), she said, "Or would you prefer to BE a garbage sack!"

I grabbed my cock, at the sound of her words, and she knew she had got the truth out of me.

As the rest of the house was empty, she led me out of the bedroom and downstairs to the kitchen. She opened a cupboard door, and inside were twenty heavy duty black garbage sacks, just folded up, and ready for use. She unfolded them, and commanded me to lay down on the floor next to the garbage sacks.

I obeyed. The dominant role she was now playing, made me very hot. I laid on my back, the cold floor tiles making me shiver somewhat.

"OK" she said, "Here is the deal, if you continue to lay there, I will assume you want to go through with this".

I nodded, to confirm my understanding, but I remained silent.

"I will transform you into one of these bags, and place you back inside the pile of sacks. Then I will fold the bags back up, and return you along with the garbage sacks to the kitchen cupboard. You will remain there until, one of the maids uses you. She will feed you trash, and when you are full, she will tie you up, and put you out in the dustbin outside. If I remember you, I might bother to rescue you, but I might equally forget you, and let the dustmen have their way with you. They will empty the bins into their lovely powerful garbage truck and you will be squashed, flattened, burst open, and eaten alive by the truck until you are no more!" she told me.

I could tell this power-trip was arousing her also. I remained silent and I remained laying on the floor.

"Good. I am glad that is what you decided!" she said with a huge smile on her face.

A magic spell was cast, and I was turned into a heavy duty black polythene sack, identical to those already inside the pile. Then she picked me up, and placed me inside the pile, before she folded the pile of sacks back up.

"Arrrrragh" I screamed as she bent my thin body and folded me, but no one heard my cry.

I was now just a garbage sack to be used and abused. She returned me to the kitchen cupboard and just closed the cupboard door and walked away. I worried how far she would take this. Inside a garbage truck sounded a bit too painful even for my liking, and might be fatal.

Had she committed the perfect murder and I was dumb enough to go along with her plans? Not that compacting garbage bags in a garbage truck is seen as murder by any police force in the land!

I heard movement in the kitchen, and wondered whether she had returned to rescue me. Instead the kitchen maid, opened the cupboard door, and reached inside the cupboard to retrieve the folded up garbage sacks.

"Oh no" I cried, "the garbage sacks are going to be used, and I am still here folded as one of them!"

I felt the maid unfold me and the pile of polythene sacks, and remove the top one, before she folded me back up oblivious to the fact she was trapping me inside the pile of garbage sacks once more. Only my witch of a girlfriend knew where and what I was, and I suspected that she was not going to tell anyone.

The maid returned me to the cupboard, folded amongst the garbage sacks.

Across the kitchen, my girlfriend was videoing what the maid was doing, telling her it was part of a film she was doing about the life of the household and its staff. The real reason was so she could play back the scene again and again, rubbing herself, as she thought of me being used as an object.

"I just hope Daffy is enjoying this as much as I am", she said quietly to herself as she laid on her bed, with her video camera in one hand and her clit in the other.

The weeks passed.

Each time the maid removed a garbage sack from the kitchen cupboard, I felt her unfold me, before folding me back up. Each week meant that I was closer and closer to being used, and going in that dreaded garbage truck to be crushed as just part of their domestic waste. In time, I became the top garbage sack, so when the pile of polythene bags were unfolded, this time the maid would choose me!

"No. Wait!" I wanted to shout. But a garbage sack has no voice, just a large mouth to swallow the trash placed inside.

I felt the maid dump a sealed bag of kitchen waste inside my polythene body, as it slid down inside me. Then the maid carried me by my 'neck' to the dustbin and dropped me inside, before closing the bin lid.

I had been put out for collection!

But I was to spend the rest of the week being force-fed more kitchen and bathroom waste, before finally the maid came and tied me up. I now looked just like another trash bag, and the dustmen would not suspect anything, and I would be killed inside their hungry garbage truck.

Then I felt someone else pull me out of the dustbin, and untie me. One by one the waste bags were removed and I became an empty sack once more.

She had come to rescue me.

Once upstairs, alone in her bedroom, she cast a reversal spell and I was transformed back into human form.

"I hope you enjoyed your seven weeks as a garbage sack", she said.

I said that I had and I was pleased that she had rescued me.

Chapter Two - In Mistress's Bathroom Trash

Pleased with the success of her plans, she could not wait for Round 2.

"How would you like this time to be shrunk down to half an inch high, and to be able to withstand being crushed and bagged in polythene with no air?" She said, "This way you could go all the way to the waste transfer station, alive and unharmed, to live out a trashcan fantasy for real. Only this time, I will save you worrying and tell you that I will rescue you."

Like all relationships, this one was built on trust. The question I kept asking myself was, "Did I trust her THAT much?" (She seemed to being enjoying tormenting me just a bit too much.)

But then I thought, where would I find someone else to fulfil such sexual fantasies?

What did it matter, if she enjoyed it too?

So I agreed.

"Splendid" she said as she shrunk me down to six inches tall.

She picked me up, and she laid down on the bed.

"Don't worry, you can withstand crushing and being without air," She informed me, "Now I am going to have some fun first."

She opened her legs wide, and without saying anything else, she inserted me head first into her wet pussy. My face was pushed passed her hairy bush, and passed her labia, and I saw her moist love tunnel open, but I was powerless to prevent her inserting me like a large tampon. She held me by my legs and she pulled me out, and then pushed me in again.

Out.

In.

Out.

In.

The soft tunnel walls of her pussy responding well, and she used her new sextoy. All the while, she used her other hand to stroke her breasts, and then gently rub her clit in figures of eight, as she pumped me inside her. Her breathing deepened, and she was beginning to gasp aloud.

"Oh I need this soooooo much", she said.

I felt her insides start to throb as she used me for her desires. Then I felt her vaginal muscles start to tighten, in a powerful embrace. I am sure if she had not protected me with a spell which allowed me to withstand being crushed, she would have broken this sextoy's rib cage. She let out one final gasp.

"Oh my god", and I was soaked in her juices as she flooded over me.

She pulled me out, and I was now covered in her sticky and wet cum.

"Thank you," she said, "I have always wanted to treat a man that way!"

Then without saying another word, she shrunk me down further, until I was just half an inch tall. She carried me to the bathroom.

"This is where I put my feminine sanitary waste," she said pointing to a plastic pedal bin.

"When I put my foot here," she said, as he stepped onto the bin's foot pedal, "it opens up a plastic waste chute in the lid of the bin".

"I then dump my bagged tampons and panty liners into the chute, and let go of the bin's foot pedal", she continued.

"This causes the waste to fall down the chute and inside the bin's polythene liner", she said, "but as a space saving device, the foot pedal also activates a lever inside the bin, to squash down the waste, so the bin needs emptying less often. So once inside, every time I stand on the foot pedal, you will get squashed into the bin's smelly contents!"

"But first I will have to bag you so the maid will just treat you as trash", she told me.

She then pulled out a purple sanitary bag form the sanitary bag dispenser. I screamed some more, but she simply opened up the bag, and dropped me inside, as if I was just a used tampon or panty liner to be discarded.

Once inside the purple sanitary bag, she added, "Of course the family bathroom is also used by mom and sis, so who knows how many female waste items will join you inside the bin liner and who crushes you under their feet, and how many times this happens", she laughed.

Then she operated the foot pedal of the sanitary waste bin once more, and gently placed my bagged and wrapped body in the waste chute. I rolled down the chute and into the sanitary waste bin's liner. I landed on top of several bagged panty liners and bagged tampons that were already inside the bin. I was now just part of the women's waste.

Moments later her sister came into the bathroom. She sat down and went a wee. Afterwards, she removed her tampon and bagged it, and trod on the pedal bin's lever. Immediately I felt it crush me, as she stood on the foot pedal, and I was pushed into the sanitary waste already inside the bin.

"Arraaaaggh", I screamed as I was flattened into previously bagged panty liners and tampons.

"Help" I cried, but her sister's bagged tampon merely rolled down the bin's trash chute and joined me inside the bin.

Her sister walked away.

Later her mother would also squash me, as she dumped her bagged panty liner in there with me.

All the time, the internal lever inside the pedal bin, ensured I was repeatedly flattened by the women's feet, as they stood on the bin's pedal, and I was buried deeper and deeper amongst all their feminine waste.

This carried on for some days, I knew not how many times my girlfriend, her mother and her sister used that bathroom bin, but by the end of the week, the bin was near to overflowing.

The maid came and emptied the bin. She lifted off the lid, and used her gloved hands to push the waste even more firmly inside the bin liner, and I was now tightly squashed amongst the waste. The maid then sealed the bin liner up, and took me out to the one of the black garbage sacks that I had been earlier. I was placed inside, and I had now become just part of their trash once more.

Only this time, the dustmen emptied the dustbin, and I was thrown inside the compression unit and the back of the rear loader Geesink vulture truck. The dustmen operated the little green button to start the compactor, and I was scooped up, and flattened as the ravenous garbage truck proceeded to eat me alive.

From her upstairs bedroom window, my girlfriend rubbed herself as she watched me being loaded as garbage into the truck.

For many hours, I spent inside the truck, being squashed tighter and tighter.

Finally the garbage truck, unloaded its contents onto a conveyor at the waste transfer station. The block of trash was now on a path to a Tyrannosaurus fast rotating shredder to break up the trash into manageable pieces for sorting and recycling, and the worthless trash would be fed into the incinerator. Trash on the conveyor is dropped into a compactor ram, that pushes the trash hard up against the spinning drum, so that waste is ground to a pulp.

Inside the block of compacted trash, I could hear the horrifying sound as the gigantic machine was breaking up the trash and swallowing everything. I frantically screamed and shouted, but no one would hear my tiny pleads for help, against the noise of breaking trash as it was compacted and ground into pieces.

The noise got louder and louder as I approached, then I felt myself fall into the path of the compactor ram, as I was squashed some more. Only this time, I would be squashed against the rotating drum of the shredder.

I watched as the bags were ripped open, and my own bin liner was torn open, and all my girlfriend's sanitary waste, and that of her mother and sister, was pushed against the spinning drum and broken.

Next it was my turn, and I was flung around, before being drawn underneath the rotating drum and onto another conveyor belt for sorting. Although now all the waste, was laying in broken pieces around me, as I headed off to be sorted.

"There you are" she cried as she picked me out of the waste flow, and returned me safely home.

That was one trashing I would not forget in a hurry.

Chapter Three - Inside the world's largest polythene bag

"You really do like polythene bags, don't you?" she quizzed, with me still only half an inch tall, and still able to withstand compaction and no air.

"Well down on the farm, we have a polythene bag to beat all polythene bags" she said to arouse my interest. "We used to put crop silage into vertical metal silos, but cleaning them safely was a nightmare, so now we bag our silage."

"Let me explain how the process works", she continued. "A truck with tonnes of silage is reversed and the back of the truck opened up, to allow the waste crop to fall out. It lands on an inclined conveyor belt which carries the waste up to drop inside a rotating auger, which sweeps the waste plant matter, into the mouth of a Rotopress. This works just like a screw press to compact waste in some garbage trucks, but our Rotopress merely feeds and squashes the waste material into an Ag Bag. An Ag Bag is a large polythene bag, and when I say large, I mean large! It is 7 feet tall, and 14 feet wide, and as the crop waste is fed inside by the Rotopress the bag, is pulled off a dispensing frame. The bag once completely filled is over 500 feet long. I would love to film you going inside it, and I am sure you would like it too".

How could I refuse and invitation like that?

Delighted by my willingness, she drove out to the farm, with a miniature Daffy sitting in the front passenger seat of her car, minus a seat belt obviously....

She said, "I think this week the girls are bagging shredded corn silage, but we also handle cut grass, and other stuff, the same manner, to be stored inside Ag Bags and left to be mulched down into cattle feed".

We arrived just as the all female workforce was about to unload a lorry, full of shredded corn silage. As she often went to admire the young women at work, her presence on site did not arouse suspicion.

"Hi miss!" one of the girls said when they saw her, "Have you come to video us bagging the shredded corn silage?" another girl asked.

"Yes" replied my girlfriend, as she walked over to the side of the inclined conveyor belt, video camera in one hand and a tiny Daffy in the other.

The shredded corn silage started to fall out of the mammoth truck and onto the conveyor belt. The rotating auger and Rotopress started up and I could hear the machinery in full swing as the shredded corn silage was conveyed and dropped inside, to be compacted and bagged.

When she thought no one was watching, she threw poor naked and tiny Daffy onto the soft mounds of shredded corn silage as it was making its way up the conveyor belt.

I could not believe the coldness in which she threw me away. I landed in the shredded corn silage, and became trapped up to my waist. I turned and saw her zoom in with her video camera, and she filmed me travelling along the conveyor belt with the crop to be bagged. She even gave me a quiet wave as if she was saying 'goodbye'.

I started to panic.

But the conveyor belt just keep moving. I watched in horror as the shredded corn silage ahead of me dropped and disappeared out of sight into the auger. Then I read a sign on the machine's mouth. It read "Rotopress Bagger" and it had a warning sign with a picture of a man falling inside. The sign read "Danger moving parts, risk of entrapment!"

I changed my mind, I now wanted out!!

"Help" I screamed again.

But my girlfriend just kept the video camera running.

All too soon, I reached the top of the conveyor belt and I saw all the shredded corn silage ahead of me, falling inside the auger with its spinning brushes sweeping the plant material into its mouth.

Then like the falling sensation you sometimes experience in nightmares, I fell through the air, and landed on the rotating brushes, and was buried alive beneath the shredded corn silage that landed in the hopper on top of me. The brushes pushed me inside, and I was fed alive into the Rotopress.

Its screw action did indeed compact me tightly into the silage, and I was passed through the machine and into the Ag Bag was nothing more than material for cattle feed. I had made it alive and unharmed inside the auger and Rotopress and I had now ended up bagged in polythene.

The only question now that remained, was when would I be rescued?

She had agreed to rescue me, right?

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