Author's Note: This story is inspired by Charles Band's "Puppetmaster" movies and has supernatural elements in it. This may not be for everyone.


The four friends had known each other since middle school and for some of them since elementary school. Now, after graduating high school together and finishing their first year of college in their respective universities, the four friends were getting together for a summer getaway at one of their wealthy uncle's secluded vacation in the woods of upstate New York, complete with a nearby lake and resort area for swimming, hiking, and all types of water recreation activities.

They arrived to the place in two vehicles. In the first were Lisa, Julie, and Stacie, friends who grew up in the same neighborhood and knew each other since elementary school. Lisa was a striking young woman who stood about 5 foot 7 inches tall with long, brown hair, blue-gray eyes, freckles, and a great body in a healthy 130 pound frame of firm and tone muscle. Having been certified as a lifeguard that spring, Lisa prided herself of working out about one hour a day with weights, cardio, and swimming to stay in shape. Work at the YMCA pool actually got difficult for her, keeping all the would-be suitors from distracting her from her job of keeping an eye on the kids. Given her healthy 38-D breasts and firm, muscle-toned body, Lisa's would-be suitors came from all ages, shapes, and sizes of the male species. Julie was a beautiful young woman in her own right, standing a little under 5 foot 6 inches tall with long, thick, dark brown hair, deep brown eyes, and a voluptuous figure. Finally, there was Stacie, who stood a little over 5 feet tall with light brown hair cut short like a pixie-cut, brown eyes, and had a stocky, muscular build. Unlike others who often put on the infamous "college 15" freshman year in fat, Stacie put in one in the form of quality muscle from weightlifting. No one really knew for sure why Stacie took up bodybuilding this past year, and had just assumed it was to help her control her weight and also to be able to protect herself given her short stature.

Pulling up in the second vehicle was Jeneen, friends of theirs since middle school. Jeneen was about 5 foot 3 with brown eyes, medium length reddish brown hair that went a little past her the base of her neck. She had a similar build to Stacie, minus the muscle mass and was a bit more endowed than her.

"Here we are," Stacie said. "My uncle's vacation home: four bedrooms, an attic converted into one, and two full bathrooms with two regular bathrooms."

"It's nice," agreed Jeneen. "Really, really nice."

"Come on, let me show you around," said Stacie.

Within a few minutes Stacie showed them the path leading to the lake, the nearest jogging trail, and of course, a tour of the house and everything inside of it.

"So, who's getting stuck in the attic?" asked Lisa.

"How about if we draw straws?" Jeneen offered.

The others agreed, and ironically, Jeneen proved to be the "loser" and got stuck in the attic bedroom.

"It's not as bad as it sounds," Stacie explained. "It's on the cool side of the house and there's a separate air conditioner unit in it in case you get hot. You just have to be careful."

"Careful of what?" Jeneen asked.

"My uncle's hobby is antiques and he collects all sorts of weird stuff," Stacie replied. "What, I'm not entirely sure, but a lot of what he couldn't sell or display ended up there."

"I'll be okay," said Jeneen.

"The fridge is empty," commented Julie. "Who wants to hit the supermarket?"

There was an awkward silence.

"I think we're drawing straws again," said Lisa.

Julie drew the short straw, and after taking a collection where each one pitched in $10 and compiling a list, she left to the grocery store located in town. Being a secluded vacation home, driving into town would take a while, and Julie figured she'd be done with shopping and back in about an hour.

After Julie left, Lisa went to her room to change and hit the lake, while Stacie was going to do the same. Jeneen decided to take about a 30 minute nap and join Lisa and Stacie at the lake later.

Lisa was the first to her room, unpacked, and changed out of her clothes into a light-blue one-piece swimsuit. A full-size mirror with a wooden frame was in the corner of the bedroom, and Lisa couldn't help but admire herself a bit and strike a few sexy poses in it for fun.

"Better than what mortal man deserves," Lisa said with a laugh.

A whistle sounded behind her, much like the tune made by a man complementing her. Lisa immediately turned around, but saw nowhere behind her. She scanned around with a concerned look on her face, but saw no one until a strangely sweet aroma tickled her nose. Lisa looked around again, noticing this time a novelty "Gentleman Jim" ventriloquist doll sitting in a chair display in another corner of the room with a lit candle nearby on the dresser.

"How did you get lit?" Lisa asked, walking over to blow the candle out. The thick, sugary sweet aroma of the candle was at its strongest when Lisa blew the candle out. Mysteriously, a strange foggy haze came over her and Lisa stutter-stepped back a bit, and then noticed the strangest thing happened: the ventriloquist doll was standing up on its own.

"Hello there," said Gentleman Jim. "What's your name?"

"L-Lisa," she said, her mind covered with a bizarre haze.

"That's a pretty name for a pretty girl," said Gentleman Jim. "Just call me, 'Jim'...say, you look tired...why don't to lay down the bed for a while?"

"N-no," Lisa answered, backing away cautiously.

"I insist," added Jim. His wooden mouth open a strange, pink mist shot forward into Lisa's face. Lisa coughed but breathed in the strange mist as she stumbled and fell backwards back onto the bed. Her mind was now in a complete daze as her eyes fluttered irregularly in between sleep and drowsiness.

Jim quickly moved in and pulled a box out from underneath the bed. Opening, Jim pulled out several lengths of silk rope. Separating them by length, Jim took the first length and started his work on Lisa, beginning with rolling her onto her stomach and began tying her hands behind her back at her wrists.

"Hey!" weakly said Lisa. "You're tying me up."

"So I am," replied Jim. "Sorry about the sedative candle and mist, but you look awfully strong. Something like me would be smashed apart if I were to try and have my way with you unless you were firmly under my control."

Lisa felt the silken bindings tighten around her wrists followed by the sounds of ropes and knots cinching together. Mentally, she wanted to fight, but somehow, her body felt like lead as she helplessly felt Jim grab hold of her legs and place them together to tie her ankles together next.

"How..how are you doing this?" Lisa asked as Jim sat her up and began winding ropes around her chest and arms to bind her torso in a firm harness around her healthy D-cup sized breasts.

"I wish I could tell you," answered Jim, tying another knot. "Whatever the case may be, though, it seems that I'm not alone in this house. The collector had a peculiar interest in collecting what dealers would say were cursed items. I'm actually one of the nice ones."

Lisa angrily glared at Jim; it was about the only thing she could do as Jim began wrapping another length of silk rope around her thighs just above her knees and tied them together, followed by tying her legs further down around her shins. Jim dragged the firmly bound Lisa to the middle the bed, feeling Lisa's subtle struggles and protests as he finished positioning her.

"I see that the mist is wearing off," commented Jim, who descended back to the box and pulled out several long black nylon straps. "Not a moment too soon it seems."

Lisa had finally shaken off the effects of the strange aromatic sedatives used on her and began struggling violently against her bonds. Unfortunately, Jim proved to be quite adept in rope-work, keeping Lisa's strong body firmly restrained. Despite her kicks and struggles, Jim quickly wounded several black nylon straps around her torso, waist, and legs throughout her body in a random, criss-cross like pattern and tied off each of the loose ends to the metal bottom base frame of the bed, strapping her down and anchoring her bindings. Lisa grunted and strained, shutting her eyes with a bitter expression on her face as she struggled but was unable to get loose.

"How does it feel?" asked Jim.

"It's very...restraining..." grunted Lisa. "...and demeaning..."

"You're welcome to scream for help, if you like," said Jim politely.

"It's hard to breathe," Lisa admitted. Jim had tied her up so tight she couldn't inhale enough air to yell loudly, regardless of how much she wanted to.

Jim then climbed back onto the bed and shimmied himself alongside the tightly bound Lisa, noticing her erect nipples protruding through the spandex of her swimsuit.

"As I said," whispered the ventriloquist doll Gentleman Jim as he slide his hand between Lisa's legs to maneuver his fingers underneath her swimsuit to her clit and gently began rubbing. "I'm nice one."

Meanwhile, Stacie had finished changing into a gold two-piece bikini. She didn't hear Lisa come out and didn't know what was happening in her room, and figured she had a few more minutes before leaving. Remembering that her uncle kept a cooler in the basement along with some bottled water, Stacie figured that a cooler with some ice water would be needed for swimming at the lake.

Stacie went down to the basement to look for the cooler, noticing several broken garden gnome pieces swept up in the corner along with one remaining gnome that was undamaged. It was a particularly ugly one with mean expression and a dark red beard dressed in black, which was a stark contrast to the common garden gnome dressed in blue and red with a white beard.

"I wonder what kind of gnome are you," commented Stacie, bending down to look at it.

"I'm the kinky kind named Dominic," muttered the gnome before lunging forward to tackle Stacie.

"NO! GET OFF ME!!!" shouted Stacie as the two began wrestling on the basement floor. Stacie was on the bottom trying to fight him off when Dominic grabbed one of the other gnome heads and smashed it against Stacie's head. The cheap clay gnome head shattered to pieces but achieved its effect, knocking Stacie out cold.

Dominic wasted little time and removed Stacie's sandals and bikini, stripping her completely naked and checked her out.

"Hmmm, nice. Really nice," commented Dominic, sliding his hands up and down her body. "Nice tight bod. Small tits, though. Tight lips, too. Heh, I got something special for tight lips."

Dominic dragged the knocked out Stacie and placed her flat on her back on the center of the heavy wooden work table. He then pulled out eight padded leather cuffs and buckled them around Stacie's body in specific place: one for each wrist, one for each ankle, and then another one buckled it around each of her biceps and thighs a couple inches above the knee. Dominic then placed her body in a spread eagle position and with a nail gun, bolted down each of the leather cuffs through the metal rings attached to them to anchor them down to the table.

Dominic seemed satisfied with the impromptu eight-point spread eagle position he placed Stacie in, but realized that she was starting to come to, and he hadn't finished yet.

"What...what's going...NO!" muttered Stacie before Dominic inserted a small leathery penis gag into her mouth to muffle her completely, buckling it together behind her face. Stacie's eyes lit up in horror when she tried to move but couldn't, and then looked down towards the table to see herself completely naked and bound with padded cuffs to the table. Stacie's muscles tensed when she flexed her muscles from struggling, but couldn't get free.

"Hiya, babe," said Dominic. "I remember you from the photos on the wall. You're Stacie, the old man's niece, aren't ya?"

Stacie couldn't believe what was happening but reluctantly nodded 'yes'.

"I suppose you're wondering how this all happened. To be honest, I don't know, either. All I know is that your uncle liked collecting weird stuff like me, and when I got here I didn't much care for the other gnomes, so I gave them an attitude adjustment if you know what I mean," explained Dominic, subtly motioning to the pile of smashed garden gnomes in the corner. "All I know is me and the other stuff in this place is what you might call, 'cursed', although if it means I get to play kinky games with babes like you, then I'll gladly take it!"

Stacie firmly shook her head 'no'.

"No, huh? Well, I figured you'd be l'il miss tight lips, so I got something special for ya," replied Dominic, inserting a small, leathery butt plug into Stacie. Stacie's eyes lit up followed by a scream and moan as shivers tingled down her spine. Dominic didn't stop, and inserted a small leather dildo inside of her next. Stacie let out a scream followed by moaning again as her petite nipples grew erect and vagina moistened rapidly.

"Well, well, well," commented Dominic. "There IS a kinky side to you, after all, isn't there, babe?"

Stacie adamantly shook her head 'no', letting only muffled protests and moans of reluctant pleasure.

"Hmm, we'll see," Dominic said as he pulled out a portable vibrator and turned it on, placing it directly on Stacie's clit. Stacie's eyes lit up again before shutting them tightly as her bound body writhed, mercilessly restrained to the table.

"Heh-heh, you and I are gonna have fun, babe," added Dominic.

Upstairs in her room Lisa's face was a dark red, blushing from Gentleman Jim's subtle yet seductive touch. Lisa's once energetic struggles eventually faded as Lisa seductively smiled at Jim.

"Enjoying yourself?" asked Jim.

Lisa nodded 'yes', blushing even more.

"Will you please untie me?" asked Lisa softly.

Jim briefly paused as his look turned from gentle to stern.

"Nice try, my dear," replied Jim, wrapping a white silk handkerchief over Lisa's mouth to gag her. "But you're not seducing me into untying you."

Her escape plan foiled, Lisa angrily glared at Jim as she began struggling even harder than before. Kicking and fighting with all her strength, Lisa tried to get free but could only buck up a couple inches before falling back down to the bed, tied tight with ropes and strapped down firmly to it.

"Oh, angry eyes that could kill," commented Jim. "I don't like eyes like that."

With that, Jim pulled out a red silk scarf and tied it over Lisa's eyes to blindfold her to her screaming muffled protests before leaving the room.

In the attic, Jeneen awoke from her nap and was going to change. She opened up her bag, picked out a swimsuit to wear, and proceeded to undressed, removing her shirt and short to her lacy white bra and pink cotton panties. Before she changed any further, Jeneen heard the strange sound of giggling.

"Lisa? Is that you?" called out Jeneen as she walked around the corner, seeing only a dozen or so "Mr. Punch" puppets mounted on the wall.

"Stacie wasn't kidding about her uncle collecting weird things," thought Jeneen, turning around only to be struck between the eyes with a stick by one of the Mr. Punch dolls, knocking her backwards as two more dolls tripped her up. Jeneen fell flat on her back stunned as the small horde of Mr. Punch dolls smothered her until she was knocked out cold.

Jeneen wasn't sure how long she was out; all she knew that it was the sound of a hammer pounding in nails that awakened her. Jeneen opened her eyes and first tried to sit up but couldn't, and could only tilt her head up to see herself tied down to the wooden floor of the attic like something out of the story "Gulliver's Travels". Her arms were pinned at her sides and tied to her torso with what looked like a mile of twine and anchored down on each side of her with a series of nails hammered into the floor. Each of her legs was tied down to the floor also, spread about a foot apart. Surrounding her was the mischievous Mr. Punch dolls, giggling in an eerie unison at Jeneen's bound, bra and panty clad body.

"What do you think?" asked a Mr. Punch doll.

"Actually, I think it's kind of sexy," admitted Jeneen. A part of her thought this was a dream of some kind, and another part of her thought it was a dream come true. Having read the story several years ago as a young girl in advanced English, Jeneen had erotic and somewhat kinky fantasies stemming from Gulliver's travels in Lilliput.

"Well, then you'll enjoy this!" added another Mr. Punch doll, placing a vibrator on "high" right between her legs and on her clitoris. Jeneen's eyes grew wide with a massive smile forming on her face: she couldn't believe the sensation tingling up and down her body.

"HEY!" exclaimed Jeneen as she started panting, surprised that she was starting to get sexually turned on from the experience.

Downstairs in the basement, however, things were only getting worse for Stacie. Not only was Dominic having his way with her, but now Gentleman Jim from upstairs was in on the action. Stacie was covered in sweat throughout her entire body, having succumbed to a quivering orgasm from the vibrator action on her clit by Dominic. Breathing heavily, Stacie was recovering from exhaustion. Although Dominic had turned off the vibrator for the moment, the penis-gag, butt-plug, and dildo remained in place.

"Wow, this one looks even stronger than the one I got tied up upstairs," said Gentleman Jim.

"Yeah, who'd thought that a collection of cursed fetish dolls would get so much action at once?" replied Dominic. "Pity we're gonna have to kill them when we're done with them."

"Yeah, but that's doesn't have to be for like, days, right?" asked Gentleman Jim.

"I suppose you're right," agreed Dominic.

Summoning all her strength, Stacie flexed her arms, arched her back, and then flexed her arms again to tear the leather cuffs binding her arms free of the anchors in the table. Taking to two deviant dolls by surprise, Stacie grabbed Gentleman Jim and used him like a makeshift club to repeatedly hit Dominic, smashing him apart. Gentleman Jim's head had broken off of its body from the struggle, leaving the body lying limp on the basement floor and his head on the table. Stacie removed the penis gag from her mouth and quickly untied her legs.

"UGH! That was gross!" complained Stacie, removing the dildo and butt plug from her body. "What the hell are you things?!"

"Hey, don't blame us! Your uncle was the one who bought us and created this whole mess!" insisted Jim's head. "We were all part of a collection of so-called cursed dolls at the antique store when he bought us along with a cursed spell book and well, when he started reading the book aloud, the next thing you know, we really do become cursed and come to life in the presence of sexy women to live out kinky fantasies with them."

"What'd you do to my friends?" questioned Stacie. "Tell me or I'll piss all over you!"

"Hey! Hey! You don't need to get nasty!" pleaded Jim. "I'm the nice one! Dominic was the one who wanted to kill you, not me!"

Stacie was about to squat on top of Jim.

"STOP! STOP! DON'T!!!" yelled Jim. "Okay, I tied up the one named Lisa in her bedroom. As for your other friend...I didn't see her in the other rooms and since she isn't down here, she's probably in the attic and tied up by a dozen or so Mr. Punch dolls."

"Fine," stated Stacie, retrieving her bikini and picking up Jim's head.

"What're you doing? Where're we going?" asked Jim.

"First, I'm going to the bathroom. Then, I'm putting on clothes and untying Lisa. Then, you're going to call down those Mr. Punch dolls one by one," ordered Stacie.

"And if I don't?" asked Jim.

Stacie said nothing, merely pointing to the oven.

It took Julie longer than she thought to finish grocery shopping, and returned after about an hour and a half since leaving. She got out of her car and found Lisa, Stacie, and Jeneen relaxing in the front lawn with a fire going on a portable metal fireplace.

"Hi, sorry I took so long," said Julie when she walked up to them, noticing something peculiar about what they were using as fuel for the fireplace.

"Are those...dolls?" asked Julie. "What happened?"

Lisa smiled while Jeneen blushed. Stacie grinned and pulled out Gentleman Jim's head from a bag kept by her chair.

"Would you believe....?" started Jim.