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Storycodes: M/f; bagging; wrapping; garbagetruck; compacted; dumped; waste; transfer-station; accident; chute; process; conveyor; rescue; punish; bagged; left; daydream; Solo-F; wheeliebin; mast; mistake; collected; transport; incinerator; cons/nc; XXX
story continued from part one
Pink is for Girls 3
After their clean up, their passion knew no limits. By now the bath water was getting rather cold, but that mattered not as David continued to explore Hannah's sexy body. He liked girls with some curves, and her curves aroused him again quickly.
"Now for your next orgasm, what shall we do?" teased David.
"I want more!" Hannah almost screamed. Her ex-boyfriend just used to penetrate her and roll over asleep when his job was done. David seemed to worship her body, and she did not want this to end so soon.
"What else can you do?" Hannah teased David back.
David began to massage her all over again. With each caress, her aches and pains from the being inside the garbage truck with the trash and getting processed with the recycle stuff were melting away. Hannah and David become aroused once more. This time, David felt a little bolder, and as he went down on her again, to Hannah's surprise, he inserted his right index finger deep into her love tunnel. Hannah moaned and bit her lip.
"Oh my!" she gasped.
Then David turned his hand over so that the soft underside of his finger, could stroke upwards in a 'come hither movement' as he made contact with the ridges of her G-Spot. At the same time, David skillfully continued to kiss the tops of her thighs, gently teasing her pussy lips with his soft mouth, and reaching his tongue for her clit a second time.
It was not long afterwards, Hannah squirted her love juices into David's waiting face. Hannah had never experienced female ejaculation before, and she was at first worried she might have peed herself. David laughed as she shared her concern.
"Its alright, you can pee if you want to," David said, hinting that he wanted her to give him a golden shower.
Hannah relaxed and let it flow. David enjoyed feeling her body hot fluid drench him, as it trickled all over his body. It was a good thing they were still in the bath tub, or there would have been a lot of cleaning up to do.
Wow that had been one hell of an adventure, and they had not even finished washing and got to the bedroom. The two cleaned themselves and got out of the stone cold water. Hannah shivered.
"I know just how to warm you up," said David, putting an immediate twinkle in her eyes as she wondered what else was in store for her. David led Hannah to his bedroom and laid her on his bed. It had been a long time since any girl had laid there.
David went to a cupboard, and brought out a massive pile of 1100 litre shiny, black polythene bags, the type meant for large commercial bins. As David unfolded the bag, it seemed to Hannah to be never-ending, as David unfolded it, this way and that, to reveal a bag nearly 6' 6" (2 metres) long. Hannah was amazed, for she had never seen a trash bag that large, it was truly huge.
"It can hold 242 gallons" David said "Easily big enough to swallow humans whole! Want to try?"
"YES PLEASE!!" said Hannah most enthusiastically.
"And they say size is not important," David sniggered.
Hannah lifted her legs off the mattress so David could slide the mouth of the bag up her legs. The black polythene was of industrial strength, and it felt so heavenly against her skin. Past her ankles the plastic "monster" slid up her legs. Hannah had read some Devoured Stories on the Plaza, and as David pulled the bag ever higher up her naked curves, it did indeed seem like she was being swallowed whole.
"Ohh, this feels so good David," Hannah cooed. She could not believe her love tunnel was already getting wet again, when she had only just finished playing a short time ago.
David reached her naked bum, which he held aloft to pass the bag underneath her. His strong arms lifting her with ease, as she continued entering the massive commercial bin liner, inch by inch. Hannah wriggled some more, and it was now passed her torso and up to her neck, and her feet had not reached the bottom of the bag yet.
Oh my god, Hannah thought, it is going to eat me whole!
As David pulled the bag past her head, Hannah found herself in darkness, the black polythene was that opaque! Unlike the pink bag that Tony had put her in, Hannah could no longer see out.
Hannah smelled the intoxicating new plastic smell that became more and more potent the hotter the polythene warmed up to the heat of her body. If she had been shrunk, she smiled to herself, this is the view that normal sized trash would get to see in a normal sized trash bag. Hannah was amazed by how easily she fit completely inside. "I am just a piece of trash now," Hannah whispered to herself. She did worry slightly. Could she trust David? After all they had only just met ?
But any doubts soon vanished as, to her surprise, he started gently stroking her naked body, through the thick industrial strength shiny black polythene. It almost did not feel right. Should trash enjoy such intense feelings as it is being trashed? Then David started licking the outside of the bag, and his able tongue was forcing the smooth polythene against her clit once more. No one had ever given Hannah oral this way before. Was there no end to his talents?
"Oh no, not in a trash bag" Hannah faintly said to herself, as if she only half-heartedly wanted him to stop. "Oh David. you are turning me on again!"
Through the thick polythene that covered every inch of her, Hannah was being "processed" by something far more pleasurable than she could have dreamed.
"Oh no, trash should not feel this," Hannah quietly muttered, not that David took her inaudible pleas seriously. He knew Hannah's mind was deep in her own trashcan fantasy.
Not long after, Hannah came to yet another powerful orgasm, and literally saw stars, as she almost blacked out from the passion.
Inside the massive bag, it was red hot, and she dripped with sweat and cum. David helped her free. "So much for the bath, David" she mockingly teased, "I need another wash."
"That can be arranged," replied David.
"No! I am only kidding. I have to stop, or I won't be able to walk tomorrow." Hannah was almost too tired to carry on.
"That is okay, I can carry you to the dumpster just as you are! I am working a front loader tomorrow." David winked at her.
"Oh David," she sighed "Where have you been all my life?"
The two of them snuggled contentedly on the bed, and fell asleep.
* * *
The next morning they woke at 3am.
"I have to get to the council depot, to pick up the front loader", said David waking Hannah at this ungodly hour. "Come on, rise and shine sleepyhead, or you'll be late for your dumpster".
It is amazing what words will rouse (and arouse!) a sleeping babe. David got dressed and carried Hannah downstairs, still bagged in her 1100 litre black bin liner. Hannah noticed that the strong scent of the black polythene had transferred to her own skin, having laid there half the night, and now she, herself, smelled as if she was made of shiny black polythene. Umm, she inhaled the scent deeply.
David explained that he knew a full dumpster, which often had a half empty one next to it. Both would be filled of restaurant food waste. Nice and soft. (Hopefully not too many broken plates and drinking glasses!). He would have a full crew with him today, so he told Hannah it was important that she remained totally quiet and totally still as they moved her dumpster to the prongs of his front loader garbage truck. With luck they would empty the full dumpster first, so Hannah would have something soft to land on. But as he would place her in the top of a half-full dumpster, as it would be emptied, she would be buried underneath the bags she would have laid on. All being well, the plan was she would land on top of the full dumpster's contents, and then be buried alive under the remaining bags in the half-full dumpster.
Again, David would select a soft pack, so Hannah could survive. Hannah already liked his plan!
Then David explained further what she could look forward to, and anticipate. He would put her in the dumpster around 3.30am. Hannah would then have around 2 1/2 hours to enjoy herself before collection time. Once collected, the trash would stay in the truck for a further 4 hours, being repeatedly compacted. As Hannah was one of the first pick ups, she would be pushed towards the rear of the front loader and away from the sharp edges of the packer blade. Then David would drive the garbage truck alone, having dropped off the crew back at the council depot. Finally, he would take the full garbage truck containing Hannah to the Materials Recovery Facility she had already been processed in earlier. Only, as commercial waste was not sorted by the customer, the factory would have to sort her waste slightly differently.
Firstly, it was far more automated. Instead of being picked up by a tipper operator and loaded into the sorting machine like last time; the front loader trucks unloaded at the transfer pit. Basically, each truck would reverse to a large pit, which was more like a chute to funnel waste down. David would open the rear of the front loader, and Hannah would tumble out the back of his truck and fall into the pit, along with all the contents of a complete truck. But the pit contained a conveyor belt, so hopefully Hannah would be taken away on the conveyor belt before she would be buried alive under 20 tonnes of waste.
There were a number of unknown "maybes" and "hopefullys" in what Hannah heard. She knew that the slightest mistake or accident meant certain death.
"Are you sure you want this Hannah?!" asked David one final time.
"I only have two questions," said Hannah, surprisingly calm. "First, how do I know you will collect me and not some other front loader, which has not been set to give a soft compact? And second, assuming all goes well, how do I escape disposal?" she asked.
David said "Well the first is easy. Each driver has a schedule of what route their garbage truck will take. I have been assigned Route K today, on which your dumpster is my fourth pick up. It is important for each driver to know the assigned route as it takes great practice to get my large truck into some small alleyways, and I have to know which dumpsters to collect and which ones to leave. The second is more risky. In theory, you should arrive at the manual sorting room, where I shall be waiting for you. If not, you might end up in a recycling pen. If that happens, then I'm afraid you would get baled and crushed with the rest of the recyclables."
Hannah thought for a moment. Baled and crushed sounded nice, albeit a tad too permanent. But she had gone through before, so she was sure she would be all right again. And besides, the way he talked about "the rest of the recyclables" as if she was just another one herself was such a turn on.
"I agree" said Hannah.
"I thought that is what you would say," David replied.
"You know me so well, my Cunnilingus King!" Hannah said with a big grin on her face.
So under the cover of darkness, a bagged Hannah was taken by David's car to the dumpster, and Hannah was loaded inside. Hannah landed softly on the smelly bags of food waste. So far, so good, Hannah thought. She was already wet and excited by David's plan. If all goes well, I really want to treat him to something nice, she dreamed. Then Hannah settled down inside the dumpster and pretended to be bagged waste.
Three orgasms later, a hot and sweaty Hannah heard men talking as they wheeled the dumpster next to hers over to the garbage truck. That part of David's plan had also worked. She heard the steel arms of the front loader engage the dumpster, and the sound of the truck's hydraulics as it lifted it high and emptied it. She even heard the sound of the heavy bags hit the steel floor of the truck. These would give her a soft landing.
Hannah got more excited as she knew her dumpster was next. Her heart was pumping, adrenaline raising her blood pressure. She felt the men move her dumpster, and the steel arms of the front loader locked her dumpster in an 'embrace' that gave her no escape! The dumpster was lifted off the ground, and although she expected to fall, Hannah did not expect it to be so high and so far. Her stomach turned over, like being on a speeding car racing over a hump backed bridge and Hannah became weightless as she plummeted to earth. Had she not remembered to stay quiet, she would have screamed her head off!
With a thud she landed on the soft bags already in the truck, and moments later the rest of her dumpster's contents rained down on her. Thud, thud, thud, thud, thud. Quite heavy, almost knocking Hannah quite senseless. Then, with David at the controls, the soft pack commenced, and Hannah was pushed to the rear of his truck. All the bags were forced around Hannah, and these cushioned her against the sharp blade, like her being surrounded by soft pillows. Pillows made of black polythene.
For the next 4 hours, Hannah listened to dozens of dumpsters being loaded inside her truck, and their contents joining her on her adventure. Each time the packer was activated, it squashed Hannah's naked and bagged body ever tighter. Soon it became impossible for Hannah to move at all. It was lucky her hands were already on her breast and her clit, in the position she loved best for self-pleasure.
Now it was no longer possible to remove her hands from that position. It was like she was forced to carry on. The accusing words of the Mother Superior when Hannah was young, rang through her mind. Who cares, she thought, laughing to herself. If only the Mother Superior could see her now. She would probably call me a Dumpster Slut!
The packing continued and the soft polythene "pillows" started to burst all around her, as the garbage truck was getting more full. Soon poor Hannah was covered in foul-smelling sticky juices. It matted her hair and she was unable to move to wipe it off. She closed her eyes, and wished she had not looked out from inside her 1100 litre polythene sack, that David had given her for her own protection. (Yep, David forgot to warn her about that. But in David's defence, he had never seen what happens to the bagged trash as it is crushed.)
The ordeal lasted and lasted. Hannah started to worry if she would survive this. But she heard the truck go on a longer journey and she knew David would be driving to the council depot to drop his colleagues off, and drive alone to the Materials Recovery Facility.
Sure enough Hannah heard the reversing beepers of the truck, as David manoeuvred it towards the pit. Then Hannah heard the round tailgate of the truck unlock, and she was pushed out the rear, as nothing but part of the front loader's payload. If the fall from the dumpster into the front loader had been a long way down, it was nothing compared to the pit !
But in seconds Hannah found herself bounced on the rubber conveyor belt and swiftly taken inside to be processed along with the trash. Hannah loved the automation of the whole process. Unseen by humans, she was treated as trash and nothing more.
Some trash had become stuck to her now sticky body, and the sorting machine thought she and the trash sticking to her was one and the same piece of trash and down she fell into a holding pen, awaiting the next conveyor to the baling machine, that would shortly be squashing her into a cube tied up with steel bands. There was no way she would survive that, and Hannah knew it.
"Help!" she screamed, and screamed, but no one heard her cries. Instead more trash that had been sorted carried on raining down on her, as her holding pen started to fill!
"Help! Help! Help!" Hannah continued. "David where are you? I am down here in a holding pen along with waste paper!"
The paper grew heavier and heavier as more of it landed on top of poor Hannah. Meanwhile, in the Manual Sorting Room, David was expecting to see Hannah appear at any moment. David waited and waited, but there was no sign of Hannah!
The paper was now half way up the holding pen that contained Hannah. Hannah hit the wire mesh walls of the metal box that contained her. It made a noise and hurt her hands, but still no one came to her rescue. With how automated the whole process was, there was no need for anybody to be near the holding pens.
David started to worry that something had gone horribly wrong with the plan. Where was Hannah?!
As the minutes continued to tick by, both David and Hannah realised the urgency of their tasks. Hannah had to be rescued, and David had to find her.
The waste paper in the holding pen was now almost to the top, with Hannah buried beneath. Then Hannah heard a beeping sound of the alarm on the holding pen next to hers. The holding pen, with all the aluminium cans inside, opened up and emptied its contents out onto the conveyor belt. They were whisked along the belt, past Hannah's holding bin, and up a ramp. At the end of the ramp, they all fell down and down into the powerful baler. A horrible screeching sound was heard as the cans where flattened and baled.
"Oh my god!!" cried a petrified Hannah, this will be my end!
David gave up waiting for Hannah and dashed to go and find her. The factory supervisor was most reluctant to let David enter the area where the holding pens were, as it was fully automated and dangerous. David argued the point fiercely, but all the time, the clock was ticking and running out for Hannah.
David arrived in the basement to witness the aluminium holding pen was empty and its contents now just a cube of mangled metal. I just hope she was not in there, David sobbed.
The plastics holding pen filled next, and before a stunned David could move an inch, it was sent into the baler, and both he and Hannah heard the plastic bottles all crack, and split open as they were baled next. "Oh how am I supposed to find her?!" David cried aloud. Then he saw her in the waste paper holding pen. But it was too late, it was already full and it now needed to be emptied and baled, just like the aluminium cans and the plastic bottles.
Hannah screamed as her holding pen opened and emptied its contents out onto the conveyor belt. Once again, she was getting swept away, buried in a pile of paper and destined for the baler. Along the conveyor she went, then up... up... up toward the opening of the baler!
Just in time, David saw a red emergency stop button, and he pressed it. The conveyor ground to a halt. Hannah was saved. I don't know who was more relieved, Hannah or David!! David's tears turned to tears of joy, and he sobbed uncontrollably, having convinced himself he would never see Hannah alive again.
"What took you so long!" said Hannah once David helped her off the conveyor.
"Just don't go there Hannah," David replied, still in shock, "you might be confined to bagged in my bedroom for some months after this!"
"Suits me" said Hannah with one of her naughty smiles. David could not be mad at her, for she knew how to get her own way with him.
Pink is for Girls 4
Even when David took Hannah back home, after Hannah's near-death experience, David was still livid. He was livid mainly with himself for encouraging Hannah's trashcan fetish. It was clear, even limited trash play was too risky to continue. David ran Hannah her usual soapy bath, for her to clean herself and relax her tired and sore muscles. But just when she expected more personal attention, like last time, David walked back into the bedroom too stressed to think.
"Aren't you going to soap me down ?" Hannah said, somewhat hurt. But she knew a line had been crossed. David would never, ever, want any harm to come to her. He simply had fallen madly in love, and if he could have wrapped her in soft cotton wool to keep her safe and free from hurt - he would have done. Not that Hannah had a cotton wool fetish, he was aware of !
"I've gone to think" said David. "You could have died tonight !"
"But it all worked out well, in the end" Hannah said to try to reassure David that no harm had been done. "And it was the most thrilling time, going through the automated process, just as trash. You know that is what I ultimately want."
"But you were nearly baled with the waste paper !" David replied.
Although David had never raised his voice to Hannah, she could tell David was upset and worried for her safety. When Hannah finished her bath and came to bed, she was quite sheepish. She knew David loved her like no other.
"I meant what I said, that you would be confined to the bedroom." David said.
Hannah's eyes sparkled. How could it be a punishment if she would enjoy it ? David went to the cupboard, and pulled out another 1100 litre commercial bin liner. Only this one looked quite thick and almost rigid.
"They use these bags, inside industrial waste compactors. They are guaranteed to be totally tear resistant." David told her.
Then he opened up the gigantic trash bag, that Hannah knew might be her "punishment cell" for the night. Maybe for longer, if David was that stressed. Hannah heard it rustle and creak like only very thick polythene sheeting does, only this was a trash bag; and for worrying the shit out of David, it would be where she belonged.... maybe.
David unfolded the massive industrial compactor bag, until it was flat and covered the entire double bed, they slept in. Then David went to his tool box, and pulled out a sharp bradawl, like a carpenter might use to dig holes into wood; and Hannah was amazed to see this strong bloke really struggle to poke any holes in the polythene at all. David struggled bearing almost his full weight on the bradawl, yet only after much effort, and twisting and turning of the woodworking tool, did it finally pierce the polythene !
Several holes were made. These were to be Hannah's air holes. It was quite clear to Hannah, that no amount of biting or ripping would get her out, and she submitted to her punishment.
"In you go, you naughty girl", David commanded Hannah. It was unusual for David to be so dominant, and Hannah rather liked this new side of David that she had not witnessed before. Hannah obeyed him, for she could not wait to see what being inside this human-sized industrial strength compactor bag would feel like against her skin.
"You have enough air holes to breathe, but once I tie" the top of the bag closed, you won't be getting out, unless I cut the bag open and set you free. And I have not decided, if, or when, that will be." said David.
Hannah sat on her bum, legs folded, her knees pointing outwards, like a child would do sitting on the floor, only she was at the bottom of this shiny black trash bag, naked and looking upwards as she watched David draw all the sides of the bag together, and then he proceed to tie a knot in the top. If trash could see itself being bagged, this is the view it would see, Hannah thought.
"Am I allowed to play with myself ?" Hannah asked David, from within her trash bag. For she was unsure if her dominant master would permit his trash to enjoy "itself".
"I would have thought you were exhausted, but yes, you can." David replied.
Not that Hannah would have had the self-control to refrain even if she been commanded not to do so. For Hannah loved being bagged as trash. Hannah noticed the large bag's potent plastic smell, as before. This bag was truly opaque, and she could neither see out, nor David see in. All David could see was a human shaped trash bag that breathed slowly.
Then David saw her stroke the inside of the trash bag, with the palms of her hands as she immersed herself in this totally enclosed space. Hannah felt the smoothness of the polythene against her hands. Indeed, it covered her bum, her legs, her knees, her feet, her arms, her back, her neck and even the top of her head. There was hardly an inch of her skin that was not in direct contact with the shiny, smooth, thick polythene. It was like "this trash" made the bag full. And she knew only too well what happens to full trash bags. They get taken out ! Only these bags were meant to be crushed and compacted.
Although Hannah could breathe, it was getting misty and wet inside the polythene. Like she had become some smouldering, rotten food waste decaying whilst sealed in plastic. Hannah did indeed feel like trash. Her hands wanted to play more, and as usual her left hand went for her breasts, which she caressed tenderly, whilst her right hand went for her love tunnel. David watched Hannah, begin to enjoy herself. He loved to watch her. He loved to make her happy, too.
Once David had witnessed Hannah orgasm inside her trash bag; David spoke. "Tomorrow I am taking the split packer, rear loader out for a spell of domestic waste collection", he said.
Hannah immediately stopped daydreaming, and listened intently to his words.
"I have been assigned to Route H. H for Hannah !" he teased. "This house is actually on Route H. Around 11 am, I shall be coming down the street. The lads will be wheeling the black bins (for general waste) and the green bins (for recycle waste). We are a bit different to where your ex, Tony lives. They still have bags, but this area, has already gone over to using wheelie bins."
Hannah remained silent, listening to his words.
"I shall leave you here, bagged, and safe inside the house. You can listen to the trash truck collect and empty the bins, knowing that I am driving the truck. You can imagine being collected as trash, from with the depths of your black trash bag. Then when I come home, I expect to find you hot and sweaty !"
"Ummm" said the trash, trying its best not to speak.
Hannah did not even hear David go off to work at 3 am. She was however, fully awake and listening out for his truck, when it came. As Hannah sat there, she pondered whether such a strong plastic bag would tear, even in the metal jaws of the garbage truck's compression unit. She was sure the air inside her bag would escape through the holes David had punctured, as it and her were squashed flat. After all, it was designed to survive going through a trash compactor, without splitting.
By the time David's garbage truck arrived, Hannah was already on her fifth orgasm. David had told her these 1100 litre bin liners were not cheap, so the way she figured it would be wrong of her not to enjoy them as much as possible. It was like she was getting her moneys' worth out of David's generosity. Hannah had no intention of using each bag just the once! As she heard David's garbage truck arrive, and the wheelie bins being rolled into the road, and emptied, so Hannah pictured herself being thrown inside as well.
David found a very wet Hannah when he returned from work at 3pm. However, Hannah was quite dehydrated from all her pleasures and sweats, without a drink all day. Luckily, this also meant Hannah had not needed to pee either. Once David cut her free, she could not wait to drink and drink. Lots of water. Not David's love juices. (When can a guy get a break ?)
For a punishment, David had been soft on Hannah. But at least, he knew she was safe indoors, and not getting herself into a whole pile of trashy trouble (in more than one sense of the phrase).
Whilst David was at work, in the days that followed. Hannah had promised him to behave. In return, she was trusted to go around the house without being sealed inside a trash bag. Hannah was free to potter about the house on her own, and she would sometimes play with David's trash bags, that she was free to help herself to, or do a spot of cleaning, tidying up, or cooking, if Hannah felt in the mood to be helpful.
The morning's post arrived. Amongst it was a leaflet from the council explaining that all residents were required to wheel their bins out on collection day to the kerb. The notice said very sternly, that residents who fail to comply and left their wheelie bins on their property, would not get their waste collected. It simply took the garbage men too long to go and collect bins, in busy streets, whilst their garbage truck held up the road traffic. There had been complaints from motorists, Plus the delays were costing the council extra money in overtime payments.
Hannah figured that although David probably knew about the new rule, there was no point reminding him. So Hannah hid the leaflet from him. The next week, David was also assigned to Route H. But Hannah pleaded with David not to be bagged and left in the bedroom, as she wanted to watch the garbage truck go by. This was a lie. Hannah had no intention of doing anything so vanilla.
David left at 3 am, as normal. It was not daylight until 7 am, and other residents nearby would be asleep. Having made sure David's car was gone from the driveway, Hannah crept outside. There, David had moved the black and green wheelie bins to the kerb for collection. Hannah grabbed the larger black wheelie bin. It was a 360 litre wheelie bin, whereas the green bin was only 240 litre in size. She wheeled it back towards the safety of the house, away from the kerbside collection.
Hannah peered inside David's black bin. Inside were three small white polythene trash bags of general household waste. She reached inside and pulled the three bags out. Then Hannah, got two of David's 1100 litre very heavy duty, compactor bin liners inside, to double line the inside of the wheelie bin. Then taking her clothes off back inside the house, and placing them in the laundry basket, Hannah returned outside naked.
She climbed inside the now double-lined wheelie bin. Then she loosely tied a knot in the top of the inner bag, as she bagged herself, leaving an air hole to breathe. Hannah had placed the three smaller bags on the lid, and with great dexterity she pulled them on top of her bag, before reaching up and tying the outer bin liner, and closing the lid to the wheelie bin. So when Hannah was finished, she was inside a compactor bag, there were three smaller bags of domestic waste on top of her bag, and all four lots of "trash", were enclosed in another compactor bag, and the whole lot were inside the black wheelie bin, safety moved back to the house.
When David's garbage truck came, she would be inside a wheelie bin, during an actual trash collection, but her bin would not be collected. This would enable Hannah to listen to the bins being collected just a few feet away from her, whilst she was double bagged as household waste. Hannah was delighted with her plans. With luck, she could escape, once David found the post-it note that she had left for him in the bedroom. It read :-
"Hi lover, I have been a naughty girl again. I have disobeyed my Master. You will find me inside your black wheelie bin.
It is okay, for I know the new rules from the Council mean if a bin has not been wheeled to the kerb, it will not be collected.
There are only three small bags of waste in here, so if these miss collection for a week, it is not a problem. You can simply put them out next week.
I hope you had a nice day at work. I have been thinking about you all day, crushing all that trash.
I am very hot for you, right now. You are in for the treat of your life tonight.
Please don't be angry with me, for being so naughty. I cannot help myself !"
All my love, as always.
Your trash, do with me what you like. Hannah xx"
Hannah played with herself long and hard. It was one thing to be bagged and totally enclosed in thick shiny black polythene. It was another thing entire to experience that from the inside of a wheelie bin, knowing it was trash collection day !! Hannah's head was truly spinning. The excitement was almost too much.
Hannah fingered herself good and proper. "I am a naughty girl" she told herself "I am nothing but trash. I am just one of the four bags full of David's trash. Oh soon his garbage truck will be here, on Route H for Hannah ! I am Hannah, and I am his trash."
Hannah sat there as she heard the postman walk up the path and deliver the mail. He walked straight passed the black wheelie bin, and did not even notice that it was not at the kerb, where it should be. Thank God, he did not decide be helpful and move it ! Hannah thought. Although the postman did not know Hannah was in the wheelie bin, Hannah was still in deep panic. She had held her breath in case he opened the lid to the wheelie bin. This was her private play time and she did not want to be discovered.
The next visitor she failed to hear at all. One moment, she was sitting at the bottom of the wheelie bin, double bagged, with the domestic waste on top of her. The next moment someone quickly lifted the lid of her wheelie bin, something fell inside, and landed next to her, at the bottom of the bin, and the lid was shut almost instantly.
"Oh my god !" Hannah exclaimed. "What is that awful smell !
A dog walker, had scooped up a pile of waste, bagged it, and thrown it in the nearest bin, which just happened to be hers ! The small plastic bag of dog poo, was still warm ! "Yuck !! Fuck me !" said Hannah to herself. But the way the dog walker saw it, he was being responsible collecting his/her pet's waste. In any case, all the residents knew it was trash collection day, so it was hardly going to make that bin stink for long.
Hannah wrenched and gagged. The more she thought about it, the more she wanted to be sick. However, it was nearly 11 am, and soon Hannah heard the familiar sound of David's garbage truck and all the bins in the street being emptied.
"Wow", Hannah thought, being at street level, the garbage truck sounded much closer than when she was bagged in David's bedroom.
The wheelie bins were knocked and bumped as the truck's crew grabbed all the bins, emptied them, and wheeled them back. It was as if they were racing against the clock. The whole street was done in a matter of minutes, but that did not stop Hannah from having time for another orgasm.
David stopped the truck outside his own house, but was too busy watching out for road traffic to notice that only the green wheelie bin was now out for collection, and that the black wheelie bin containing a double-bagged Hannah, three bags of domestic waste, and one of dog poo, was now back near his house. The crew all knew the rules, not to collect any bin unless it was at the kerb. But they also knew where David lived.
"Oh look" commented one operator "David has forgotten his own black bin. Shall we collect it for him, or leave it ?"
Neither David in the garbage truck cab had heard what the men were muttering. They often chatted, and David and grown accustomed to their banter, which he had learned to ignore. Nor had Hannah heard them, against the loud noise of the truck munching through their neighbour's rubbish, as it burst and popped under the packer plate. She was far too busy getting off on listening to David's garbage truck, right next to her, and she was in a wheelie bin on trash collection day. Indeed, had Hannah heard, she would have screamed and shouted. Or perhaps she would not ? After all, this was her ultimate fantasy.
"Oh to be crushed by David's garbage truck", Hannah told herself, and she rubbed her wet pussy hard and fast.
As if the truck operators heard her innermost dark desires, his mate replied, "No, do David a favour and bring it here."
Only this was not doing David, or Hannah, any favours whatsoever. Hannah felt her wheelie bin be tilted and moved. At first, she was not sure whether this was real life, or whether it was still part of her fantasy, and it was actually all in her head. The journey up the path, to the kerb, into the road had been all too short a ride. As Hannah came to her senses, the operator attached her wheelie bin, to the bin lifter on the back of the truck.
Hannah was launched into the air so quickly, she was upended and landed head first down in the hopper. Knocking the wind out of her sails, and dazing her quite badly. The operator saw the huge bag in the hopper, and turned the packer control button, to its hardest setting. It descended over Hannah. David unknowingly, even saw her briefly before she disappeared under the packer, on the hopper's CCTV camera screens in the cab.
There was much snapping and popping, but the crew heard this all the time. It was nothing unusual.
David dropped the crew off at the council depot, before driving alone to the Materials Recycling Facility, and unloading the smaller compartment for green bin waste. Then he would head to the incinerator to dispose of the black bin waste. At the incinerator, the contents of the black bin waste, was automatically loaded into wire containers, that transported the trash to its fiery end. No one would notice a squashed black sack, not even a large one.
The crew had teased David, before he drove to the incinerator. Something about "Did not he know to put his wheelie bins at the kerb ?" Well of course he did, and he had ! What were they talking about ? Operator crews, they get dafter and dafter, David thought.
Once back home, there was no sign of his much beloved Hannah, only a post-it note he found on the bed.
"Oh Hannah, he cried "What have you done ! You stupid girl !!"
David ran outside and opened the lid of the black wheelie bin. It was empty, and only contained a faint whiff of poo. "Oh my poor darling, she must have crapped herself in fear !"