Warning: This story features bondage and non-consensual sexual content.

Context: This is a short story written for Day 29 of Kinktober 2024 using the prompt words Ship and Package.

The cargo ship cut cleanly through the ocean surface. It was a clear day with a slight wind coming from behind. Samuel leaned on the railing, looking down on the hundreds of large shipper containers stacked high all along the ship’s surface. He stared at one container in particular...

Samuel was jolted out of his thoughts by a large hand clapping down on his back and a hearty chuckle. The captain joined him against the railing, taking out a cigarette.

“Head in the clouds again eh Sammy?”

“S... sorry captain. I was just...”

“Ahh don’t apologise me boy. Nothing needing attention right now. It’s a beautiful thing, isn’t it? The smell and sound and sight of a good day at sea. Ya have to take those moments and savour ‘em. Otherwise, what’s the point of it all eh?”

“Yes, you’re right. Seize the opportunity...”

His eyes drifted back down again. Towards the bottom row of containers, right at the front, right in the middle. Amongst the faded whites and reds and blues and yellows, one container prominently stood out, coloured bright fuchsia.

“Captain I was wondering if... I might be able to use... ‘the agreement’?”

The captain stared blankly at first, then followed Samuel’s gaze down. He broke into a sudden roaring laugh, startling Samuel again.

“Well there’s a treat! Might be the last horse to cross the finish line but glad to see ye make it all the same. Aye me boy, the agreement is open for ye, as it is to all. Sign up sheet’s at the back of the dining hall. Make sure to reread the rules. Put yer name in the next free slot and yer good ta go!”

The captain put out his cigarette and turned away, giving Samuel another clap on the back. Samuel stayed a while longer, staring at the pink crate, nervous and excited.

It was late afternoon when Samuel found himself standing before the brightly coloured doors of the container. He took a deep breath, then unbolted the latch on the door, swinging it open wide. He flipped a small magnet-attached sign on the outside from ‘Precious Cargo’ around to ‘In Use’, then stepped in.

The interior was illuminated in a blanketing soft red hue by strings of LEDs lining the walls. The floor was covered with a soft thick carpet, so Samuel slipped off his shoes and left them in the corner. The narrow space had several small stations and amenities along one side: a heater, a mini-fridge, a dressing table with mirrors and makeup. The main point of interest was right at the back.

The far end of the container was filled right to the walls with a comfortable-looking plush bed. Sitting on top of it was a young woman, blonde hair in a ponytail, her fair skin and slender body showing through lacy lingerie. She was mysteriously known only to the crew as ‘N’.

A breeze wafted through the open door, making her shiver. It made Samuel shiver too. He closed the door behind him and slowly walked towards the bed.

There had been plenty of speculation on the backstory of this girl and her arrangement on this ship. The most common story was that she was the wife of a rich oligarch who wanted to go on holiday. Instead of a first-class flight, he arranged for her to be sent to the destination via boat, in a manner that satisfied both of their perversions. One rumour held that the partner was another woman.

As Samuel neared the bed, he saw that despite being stashed away inside this box for weeks, N was clean, healthy, beautiful, and well-primped for his arrival. She wore only a pink sheer babydoll and pink lace panties. Her neck was collared and each of her wrists wore a leather bracelet. All three pieces had a thin chain stretching off in different directions, attached to rings in the corrugated walls. They had plenty of slack so she was relatively free to move, but they were a constant reminder of her position here.

Her eyes were covered with a blindfold. She knew a man had reached the foot of her bed, but couldn’t see who. He stood for a while gazing upon her, admiring her beauty and her graceful figure. She seemed perplexed that he hadn’t advanced upon her yet.

A moment of realisation hit her. He was someone new. Even with the ones who kept her blindfolded, she had picked up on so many of their habits that she could tell them apart. Their footsteps, their voices when they called her demeaning names, the forcefulness of their touch, their preferred parts of her body, their favourite toys to use, their favourite positions.

This was her first ‘first’ encounter in a while. Would he be gentle or rough? Would he let her see? Would he leave her free to tangle with him or bind and lock her down? Which holes would he use? Her breath grew heavy as she sat in silent anticipation.

He could see her expression change and knew she was excited. He was apprehensive about her willingness before, which was what held him back so long. But now he could see the reality. She didn’t cower back. If anything, her body language had her subtly showing off her best parts, her chest held forward and her legs furled to accentuate her posterior.

He reached out slowly and gently cupped her cheek.

“Aah~”

Her soft surprised moan sent a thrilling shiver through him. It was so tempting to leap on top of her right now. But this moment of anticipation was too enthralling. He moved his thumb across and pulled at her lip. Her ragged breaths hitting his hand made his skin tingle.

At the corner of the bed was a large open box. It had stacks of condoms and bottles of lubricant. But more interesting to him was the bondage gear: leather cuffs, more chains, paddles and a plethora of gags. They were arranged so neatly he wondered how much use they’d gotten. N remained submissively silent and he wasn’t going to break that tension by asking.

Instead he picked up a gag and let it jangle. She gasped on hearing the sound.

“Open”

His one spoken word was loud against the silence. She shook on hearing it. Then she sat up, leaned a little forward, and opened her lips wide.

“Aaaah”

She was so precious. He very slowly lifted the gag up and rested it against her mouth.

“Mmmh?”

The smooth rubber pressed against her lips. He’d chosen the ballgag, her favourite. He’d chosen one of the bigger ones. Had he been so mean as to pick the biggest one?

“Mmmh!!”

The light touch of the gag turned into a firm push. Her mouth was shoved open wider than her initial obedient stretch, the large ball wedging its way in. She quivered involuntarily, her wrist shackles clinking. He grabbed the back of her head and held it, ensuring the ball popped all the way in.

She could feel the drool already starting as he arranged the straps at the back, pulling it closed. Gently at first, taking care to move her ponytail aside and not catch any hair, but ending with a tight tug. He was not leaving any slack.

He grabbed her arm and guided it behind her. She wanted to reach out and feel him but it wasn’t her place. He decided how she moved, what she could do, what happened to her. Both hands were pulled close and then enclosed inside leather cuffs that were clipped together.

He ran his hands down her arms, along her back, very lightly brushing against her butt, stroking her legs. Her ankles were pulled together and then received connected cuffs of their own.

She kept shuffling about now impatiently, trying hard but not succeeding in staying still. He brushed the hair away from her face. She stared forward, still unable to see with the blindfold but trying to look towards his eyes all the same. Asking him. Begging to be taken. Her legs drifted apart. She waited for him to reach down between them.

“Mmmpphh!”

Samuel grabbed N and threw her face-down on the bed. Another shuffling of the box and more jangling. He was only getting started.

Her attempted seduction almost made him crack. But he had a mission now. Too many times he saw others enter this shipping container only to leave five minutes later. He didn’t want this to be so quick and easy for her. This time she would have to wait, no matter how agonising that was for her.

Samuel thought to himself it was a shame he had waited this long. But their voyage still had over a week left. There were so many toys and ideas to explore and take their time with. This would not be the last time he entered her pink box.