Author's Note: This story is inspired by the numerous B-horror movies such as Demonic Toys and the Puppetmaster series from Full Moon Pictures. There's a supernatural element in it, so this may not be for everybody.

Prologue

The exotic Mister E. Inn was a stylish yet surprisingly affordable Victorian styled bed and breakfast conveniently located to all major tourist attractions, regardless of the season, whether it was harvest tours and hikes in the autumn, Christmas shopping and skiing in the winter, and waterskiing and swimming in the spring and summer. Despite numerous tabloid stories of the Mister E. Inn being haunted by mischievous spirits of the erotic sort, there was never a shortage of applicants seeking its luxurious accommodations at such a low price. However, the eclectic management had an unusual system of their own for sifting through the requests and accepting only certain guest reservations, with the lovely ladies that graced through its cozy guestrooms having an experience they never forget...

I. The Tuscany Suite

Natasha arrived in her room to retire for the night as the thunderstorm went on outside with the momentary flash of lightning followed by the boom of thunder. A few more flashes illuminated the sky with the increasing boom and crackle, with the lights shorting out. There were candles already arranged in the room, and Natasha figured that in an old bed and breakfast like this a power blackout was a semi-regular occurrence. Natasha quickly lit three candles that were arrayed throughout the room, giving a warm, glowing orange and red aura within it. Natasha started to undress, removing her shoes, blouse, and skirt, pausing to admire herself in the large wardrobe mirror in the room. With the shadows cast from the candle light, Natasha couldn't help but admire the seductive reflection of herself in the mirror. Asian-Indian in descent, Natasha stood about 5 foot 3 inches tall with her raven black hair, smooth bronze skin, and deep dark eyes. Having worked out regularly at the local fitness center, the shadows in the candlelight revealed her firm stomach and muscle tone on her body.

"Better than what mortal man deserves," thought the 21-year-old Natasha in the lacy red bra and panties. A sweet and tantalizing aroma filled the room, undoubtedly from the candles. And yet, a strange fog seemed to hover over Natasha mysteriously as she staggered about before falling on the bed in a strange daze while the sweet aromatic candles burned.

Natasha heard something scampering about and a caught a brief glimpse of a shadow in the candlelight. Natasha slowly scanned around and saw something on the bed that she was sure had not been there before.

Reaching out a hand she picked up a length of soft, white, silken rope and peered at it closely. She didn't bring it in with her, and could've sworn that it wasn't inside when she entered, and couldn't even remember ever having seen it before anyway. Natasha abruptly tossed flicked it aside and was slowly trying to regain her bearings.

Something startled her when Natasha saw something move on the corner edge of her vision. Natasha immediately snapped round, but saw nothing there. Another quick movement over to the right, but again there was nothing there when she looked. Shaking her head Natasha flopped back onto the bed, succumbing to the aromatic candles' soothing yet almost sedative effects. Her eyes gradually closed into a light, gentle sleep, but then snapped open as she felt something gently tickling her bare ankle. She lifted her head off the pillow again, and then sat sharply upright in bed as she saw a figure standing by the corner of her bed.

The figure was small, standing perhaps no more than a foot tall: a wooden doll of some kind, dressed like a court jester. Natasha then recalled a more specific appearance, a "Mr. Punch" doll of some sort. A long length of white silken rope spilled from his hand, with the end of it gently brushing against her ankle, tickling it softly. As Natasha watched it, he twirled the silken cord about her ankle and wrapped it several times around her ankle, pulling it tight as he cinched in the knot. The smiling Mr. Punch dropped the end of the silken rope to the floor, and seconds later Natasha felt her ankle jerked away from her when Mr. Punch tied the other end around the bed leg.

"HEY!" shrieked Natasha, desperately pulling at her suddenly restrained ankle while Mr. Punch let out a maniacal little giggle; it had a distinctly nasty tone and Natasha felt a chill shiver down her spine.

Mr. Punch quickly dashed out of sight below the bed, and from nowhere another lasso of white silken rope twirled. Laughing again he threw it towards Natasha. Despite being tethered at one corner Natasha threw herself out its way, where it came to rest on the bed it rolled and rustled back and forth before finally lying still.

A terrible tickling at her left wrist made Natasha snap her head round to see the doll now standing by the bed frame. He instantly wrapped the silken cord around her wrist, and jumped down with the free end off the edge of the bed.

"NO!" screamed Natasha, hurling herself up off the bed and away from that corner of the bed, desperately pulling at the rope. She managed to get herself sitting upright, her arm outstretched and waving before she felt the tension in that rope start to reel her back onto the bed.

There was only the sound of Mr. Punch's maniacal giggle as he pulled, knowing that Natasha was fighting a losing battle with him. She was grunting and cursing by the time she had been dragged was flat on her back, stretched diagonally across her bed.

"LET ME GO, YOU ASSHOLE!" cursed Natasha, seeing doll quickly move to her remaining free ankle with another lasso of white silken rope. Seconds later her ankle was swathed and bound, with her legs helplessly spread by their evil tension.

An eerie silence hovered over the candlelit room. Without a word Mr. Punch picked up a lasso where it lay on the bed and walked silently to Natasha's last remain free limb. Natasha watched fascinated yet horrified as he ensnared her remaining wrist, quickly bind it, and lash it tightly to the bed post frame. Moments later she was helplessly bound spread-eagled on her own bed.

"Who the hell are you?" pleaded Natasha, "And how did you just do that?"

The evil Mr. Punch merely grinned at her wickedly, jumping to the base of the bed and slowly sauntered towards her, nearing her tantalizing crotch area.

Natasha threw everything she had into fighting her bonds, with his smile widening as she thrashed about, the silken ropes seemingly pulling even tighter in response to her struggles until all she could move was her head as she lifted her head up.

Mr. Punch started to run his fingertips up the inside of Natasha's leg, caressing her softly, despite being made of wood, his touch was surprisingly gentle. His fingers were now tracing tiny patterns on her tender inner thighs before tip-toeing to underneath her panties and caressed Natasha's tenderest spot.

Natasha allowed her head to fall back onto the pillows, moaning softly as the doll's fingers made their presence felt about her clit, creating warm, moist sensation. Natasha tensed as she struggled while slowly succumbing to the evil doll's touch, licking her lips.

"No...stop..." softly pleaded Natasha as the jester doll slowly pulled down her panties to the middle of her thighs as he began licking her clit and drinking up her sweet sexual juices.

"I've been tied up and being given oral sex by some demonic doll...this CANNOT be real..." thought Natasha, writhing and struggling as her heart raced before letting out a moan from succumbing to an orgasm. Natasha couldn't believe what was happening, with all thoughts turning to terror as Mr. Punch ceased his sexual advances and shifted towards a more militant approach.

Mr. Punch took one of the pillows from the bed and forced it onto Natasha's face, completely smothering her. Natasha frantically struggled and fought for air until soon, everything went black for her. Mr. Punch then removed the pillow, noticing Natasha's faint, shallow breathing before untying her and slipping away into the darkness.


II. The Irish Isles Suite

Danette was taking a weekend getaway at the Mister E. Inn in preparation for her next triathlon scheduled for next week. At five-foot nine inches tall and about 160 lbs of solid muscle, Danette was an exceptional athlete ever since she was a little girl and now, at age 24, wasn't going to stop anytime soon. Danette had long, thick brown hair, pale blue eyes, and a had a naturally strong build from her Scandinavian descent, quickly earning her the nickname, "Viking" that started when she was on the high school soccer, basketball, and softball teams and continued on well into college and beyond.

Danette was undressing, removing her t-shirt and shorts and tossed them into the laundry hamper. Danette was in her gray sports bra and black panties when she passed by the large mirror in her room, and paused for a quick second to flex her muscles in a quick yet humorous pose of vanity.

Danette was about pick out what to wear after showering when she noticed a new decoration in her lavish room, or perhaps a decoration that she didn't notice until now. It was an unusually large leprechaun doll, a little over two feet tall, about the size of one of those ceramic garden gnomes that she frequently saw at landscaping stores.

"Now where did you come from?" thought Danette humorously, briefly kneeling down to inspect it. The leprechaun's wood carved smiled mysteriously widened and then opened wide like a nutcracker doll to spray a heavy mist into Danette's face. Danette inhaled a sweet aroma before her head grew foggy with a heavy haze. Danette staggered and was about to take a swing at her assailant when she suddenly succumbed to its effects and collapsed on the floor.

The leprechaun doll's wooden face contorted from one of mischievous grinning to strain, barely holding Danette's massive body up it pulled her up onto the bed and laid her onto it. The leprechaun doll happily noticed her muscular body in addition to Danette's healthy D-cup sized breasts, and couldn't help but cop a feel or two before removing all the covers. The leprechaun doll then pulled several items kept hidden underneath the bed and went to work.

The first item he pulled out was a coil of white rope, uncoiling it and carefully measured out and cut various lengths of the rope. It first tied Danette's right wrist to her right thigh, then repeated the process with her left wrist and thigh. Next, the leprechaun doll sat her up and tied a length of rope around her arms and torso right above her elbows and then laid her back down on the bed. With another length of rope he tied Danette's ankles together, following by tying her legs together more right above her knees.

Afterwards, the leprechaun doll pulled out an unusually large roll of beige medical wrap. Starting at Danette's ankles, it began winding and wrapping it tightly around her body and meticulously worked his way up, pulling tightly to ensure it was firmly binding her into a restrictive cocoon. Before long, Danette's shins, then thighs and fingers, then waist and lower arms, and finally her heaving breasts and shoulders disappeared underneath the tight beige medical wrap cocoon she was now firmly bound inside. The leprechaun doll then opened up Danette's drawer and pulled out one of her panties, wadding it up and packing it into her mouth before wrapping some more beige medical wrap in an over-the-mouth gag.

The leprechaun doll then pulled out several black leather belts and began cinching and buckling them around Danette's already cocooned body, with a belt bound around her just above and below her breasts, at her wrist level, thigh level, and finally her ankles.

Still not satisfied in restraining such a strong captive, the leprechaun doll began rummaging through Danette's dressers and suitcase, emptying its contents onto the floor. Danette's eyes immediately flared open with fire as she began thrashing and struggling wildly on the bed, strained to get free but couldn't. The leprechaun doll turned, happy to see that its insidious handiwork held firm. Despite her tremendous strength and energetic struggling, after several seconds Danette had stopped, panting heavily on her bed trying to catch her breath.

Danette angrily glared at her intruder in disbelief, shouting only muffled profanities at him as she started struggling again. The leprechaun doll waved its finger in a back-and-forth in a "naughty-naughty" and pulled out a large plastic Ziploc bag and placed it over Danette's head, and loosely sealed it around the bottom with some duct tape. Danette struggled and kicked wildly as the bag quickly fogged up with the dwindling supply of air.

The evil leprechaun doll grabbed Danette's ankles and began tickling her bare feet. Danette let out a wild, muffled scream of terror and laughter. Danette felt like her chest was going to explode as her face turned a bright flush red, taking even more air when several seconds later she mercifully blacked out. The leprechaun doll wickedly clapped his hands before removing the plastic bag from Danette's head followed by the gag. Danette's breathing was shallow as she lay there unconscious while the leprechaun doll untied her to retrieve its vast array of bindings and slipping away into the shadows.


III. The Front Office

Jonathan and Mary Hartwick, the current proprietors of the Mister E. Inn, sat peacefully by the fireplace while reviewing the reservation log of upcoming guests as the thunderstorm calmed to the steady rain. They overheard the commotion upstairs in Natasha and Danette's room from some of the thumping through the wooden floors, with Mary smiling calmly and Jonathan shaking his head.

"Those darn spirits are at it again," mumbled Jonathan. "Who knows what they did to those girls this time!"

"Now, now, Jonathan, you knew this was going to happen," commented Mary. "It's not every day that we have the ghosts of two bondage riggers that worked with Bettie Page taking up residence in this place. You know what kind of mischief and fun they like to have with our guests, and signed the title from the original owners anyway; you thought they gave the place character, if I remember right."

"I suppose," muttered Jonathan, seeing another tabloid magazine with the headline, "Bordello of Bondage" about the Mister E. Inn and threw it into the fireplace. The phone rang, with Jonathan answering it.

"Yes, this is the Mister E. Inn, Jonathan speaking, how can I help you? A reservation for next week? For how many? Yes, I believe we can accommodate that. Your reservation number if B121. Thank you. Have a great night," spoke Jonathan on the phone.

"And?" asked Mary.

"Another college coed wanting to do a story about us and is staying here next weekend," explained Jonathan. "She sounded pretty."

"I have no doubt she is," replied Mary.

With that, two spectral smiles formed in the hovering mist about the Mister E. Inn.