Warning: This story features bondage, and gets a little dark.

Context: This is a short story written for Day 8 of Kinktober 2024 using the prompt words Doll and Uniform.

The space was dark and cramped, but we were happy. We chatted, we joked, we made up stories. We kept each other company until the brighter moments when we fulfilled our purpose of bringing joy to our young owner.

The ceiling lifted and light poured into the wooden container. We froze automatically, becoming waxy and plastic. We were lifted out of the box by Millie’s stubby hands and placed onto the wooden floor of the bedroom looming far above us.

A woman’s voice spoke from a distant room. “Millie it’s dinner-time in half an hour. You can play with your toys until then but you have to stop when I call.”

“Ok Mom!”

I was placed in the middle of my fellow toys. There was a cowboy, a spaceman, an alien, a robot and many others, most of them hand-me-downs from her older brother Billy. And me, a doll in a cute air hostess uniform.

I was Millie’s favourite, included in every play session in one way or another. I had played the role of wife or love interest of nearly every male toy at some point, which earned me so much teasing and flirting during our night-time chats. Recently however Millie had favoured a new role for me.

“Oh no! Barbina’s plane has been taken down by the evil lord Destructo. He’s kidnapped her and has her all tied up in his flying castle of doom. The Hero Squad will have to fight through his monster army to rescue her.”

I was once again a damsel in distress.

Millie wrapped a long length of string all around my rigid body. Then she had several rubber bands twisted and folded over multiple times, taut enough to maintain a grip around me.

She pantomimed and swung the other toys about, making them fly around, bash against each other in combat, and have dramatic monologues and standoffs.

“Millie! Dinner time!”

“Ok coming! Can I leave my toys out to play after dinner?”

“That’s fine honey. Just make sure you clean up later.”

Millie left the room, closing her bedroom door behind her. A few seconds after we were no longer being observed, life breathed back into us. Our painted-on faces and minimally-detailed clothing became whole and real and complete.

In my case, this transformation brought an unfortunate addition. The constraints draped somewhat loosely around me had become a body-grasping mesh of tight binds. My legs were pinned together and my arms strapped against my body by the string, now more of a rope, wound incredibly tightly against me.

The huge rubber bands shrank in against my body, pinching my clothes and skin in. They emphasised my now more womanly figure, particularly my legs, butt and chest. One rubber band had found its way into my mouth, becoming a thick rubbery mouth-filling gag.

As soon as I came to life, I fell over onto my side.

“Nnngffff!”

“Ahhh! Love when we get to be alive outside the chest for a change.”

“It’s easier for some than others though.”

My friends walked over to me, sympathetic looks on their faces. The restraints really were digging uncomfortably into me, and they could tell. I couldn’t help but constantly writhe about on the ground, groaning in my attempt to endure it.

“Poor Barbina. Millie has been giving her the damsel treatment a lot these days.”

“Can’t we help her out? At least a little bit?”

“I doubt we’d even be able to. See how tight the binds are today. Besides, you know we can’t. Barbina needs to be in the same state Millie left her when she comes back.”

“Well hopefully Millie unties her this time before putting us back in the toy chest. That other time she was left tied up was a really difficult night for her.”

Some toys were slightly less sympathetic than others.

“Let’s be honest though, that lovely little air hostess uniform does look rather fetching on her like this. The bands do help things 'stand out'. Do you think her designers intended for her to have D-cups~?”

“Mmmphh!!”

Suddenly we heard yelling in the house and loud thumping footsteps running towards the bedroom door. We all froze and flopped down as it opened.

Billie entered his sister’s bedroom, red in the face. He looked around the room then noticed the toys scattered across the floor. He honed in on me.

“Stupid Millie. I’ll show her. Play my video game and write over my save file? Fine! Then let’s see how she likes losing her favourite toy.”

He picked me up. I could only watch in horror from his hand as he carried me out of the room. My inanimate friends disappeared from view.

He carried me into the kitchen where he rooted a small plastic bag out of a drawer. He shoved me into it and twisted the top closed, then pulled the excess bag back down over me. He knotted it off at the bottom, enclosing me in two layers of the white film.

I could hear Millie complaining about her brother to their mother in the next room. She was upset and on the verge of tears. I badly wished I could get their attention in any way.

Billie’s foot pressed on the pedal of the kitchen bin. I stared down into the terrifying black circle. Then I was released, and the circle rose to swallow me up. I landed on something soft that squelched beneath me.

Seconds after the lid slammed shut, I reanimated. The string and rubber bands had been bad enough, but I didn’t anticipate how much worse the new layer was going to be. The plastic bag compressed tightly all around me, practically a vacuum seal. It was a good thing I didn’t actually need oxygen, but the natural desire to be free and breathe easy was still there. I couldn’t hold myself together and thrashed in total panic in the darkness.

I had to calm down. Think about it. Now that the sibling fight had reached the attention of the parents, it wouldn’t be ignored. Millie would eventually notice I was missing, point the finger at the obvious suspect, and Billy would have no choice but to admit where he left me. I would be saved soon enough. I tried to console myself with this thought, doing my best to ignore the suffocating stink.

“Honey. Can you please take the trash out while I deal with the kids?”

“Sure dear.”

No no no!

Everything rose up. As the bag was removed from the bin, rubbish fell in from both sides and I was buried beneath it. This was really bad. After a minute of jostling there was one final shudder and then everything settled. The bag had been dropped into the outside bin.

My heart was thumping. Lying awake in the darkness was a lot less bearable alone.

I struggled furiously. It seemed truly hopeless. Maybe if I was only in the string and rubber bands, I could have somehow slipped them off bit by bit. Or if I was only in the plastic bag, I could have poked at it until I could create a puncture. But together they compounded each other, the airtight bag holding against the bindings and constricting my movement too much. I really couldn’t do anything but flop like a worm.

A long time passed. A very long time. The previous incident when I was tied up all night in the toy chest felt like only a blink compared to this.

Finally, the bin moved again. At last! They’ll root around and find me now. Except... everything was tilting. The bag was sliding down. This was the garbage truck!

I wailed. I couldn’t be taken away like this. The family would never find me again. I was going to be lost, buried deep in a landfill. Remaining torturously bound, fully encased, ever-awake and all on my own.

The truck beeped as I was driven away from my home.