Author's Note: This is a fan-fiction remake of the cult-classic horror film Tourist Trap with the major difference from the movie being that all the characters are female with the exception of the villain. This story is meant to be generally consistent with the film, although there are definitely some more adult themed events in it. It also employs supernatural elements and takes place in 1979. As mentioned in previous stories that I submitted earlier, this is not for everyone. Consider yourself warned in advance.

Prologue

"This is not happening to me...this is not happening to me," was the thought racing through Tina's mind, along with shivers of panic. Her gas tank needle was on empty while her car sputtered. Tina was mentally kicking herself over and over again for not getting gas sooner and allowing her car to go empty. Now, she was faced with the prospect of being stranded in the middle of nowhere.

Salvation came in the form of what looked like a gas station. Tina barely got her car into it before it literally died on her from lack of fuel. Tina got out, expecting to see someone but instead, saw no one. It appeared deserted at first, but noticed a pickup truck parked next to it that appeared to be in good, working order, implying that someone was there.

"Hello?" Tina called out, approaching the gas station. "Hello? Is anybody there?"

Tina then opened the door into the gas station and entered. To her horror, she saw a mannequin dressed like a gas station attendant sitting in a chair.

Tina attempted to leave when suddenly, someone grabbed her petite frame and slammed her hard into the wall; she never saw him coming. Knocked out cold, Tina slumped into the man's arms as he carried her away and into his truck, driving away.

"Such a pretty girl," he said.

A group of young people was driving in two groups. In the first vehicle was just Eileen, a young woman with long, thick dark brown hair, stood about 5 foot 6 inches tall, wearing dark navy-blue hot-pants shorts with a blue tank top with spaghetti straps riding with her friend Cynthia, a well-endowed blonde who was a little over 5 foot 6 inches tall, had long blonde hair, blue eyes, with an athletic body frame with healthy, D-cup sized breasts that turned heads whenever she went running. Cynthia was dressed similarly to Eileen, wearing a tight white sleeveless tank top and a pair of pink running shorts with white stripes along the side. In the other vehicle about 30 minutes behind them were their three friends riding in a jeep. Driving the jeep was Danette, a strong, well-endowed brunette with thick, long brown hair and pale blue eyes who stood about 5 foot 9 inches tall wearing a gray tank top and a pair of jean shorts. With her was Becky, a strikingly beautiful woman with long, straight, jet black hair that went past her shoulders, deep blue eyes, a gorgeous body, wearing a strapless light blue and white tube top and hot-pants jean shorts, and Molly, a slender blonde with d brown eyes dressed in a white spring dress.

Danette, Becky, and Molly came across their friend Eileen sitting by Cynthia's car, who was stranded on the side of the road from a massive hole in her tire.

"Did Cynthia have a spare?" asked Molly.

"Yes, but it didn't have any air," muttered Eileen. "Serves me right for riding with a ditz."

"Where did Cynthia go?" asked Becky.

"She took the empty tire and went off to find a gas station for air," said Eileen. "It's too bad she couldn't just transfer some from her head into the tire."

"Eileen, that isn't nice!" retorted Molly while Becky agreed. Eileen gave an apologetic nod, acknowledging that she was a little over the top with the remark.

"Well, hop in," said Danette. "With any luck we'll find her first and a gas station too."

Meanwhile, Cynthia was pushing the tire along to find a gas station and came across one, although it looked deserted at first glance. When she arrived, Cynthia called out to see if anyone was there, but only heard silence in response. She then entered an adjacent bar and heard a voice coming from a room in the back. Cynthia approached what she thought was a woman resting and tried to wake her.

The so-called woman lifted her head and to Cynthia's horror, the woman was actually a mannequin that begins to maniacally laugh as the door slammed shut. Suddenly, the windows in the room started opening and closing by themselves. Another mannequin crashes through the window and its head fell on the floor. The head turned and began laughing at Cynthia. A third mannequin fell out of a closet and objects in the room began flying at her. Too scared to even scream, Cynthia tried to escape as a knife flew out of a cabinet and nearly hit her. The mannequin head on the floor launched itself at Cynthia when she tried to force the door open, striking her in the back of her head. The mannequin head shattered on impact but achieved its goal of knocking her out old. Cynthia slumped to the floor unconscious when the door opened at last. A tall, masked man emerged from the other end, picking her up and carrying her off.

Elsewhere, the four reunited friends continued down the road, looking for Cynthia. Along the way they saw a sign for what's commonly known as a "tourist trap", with this one in particular called, "Slausen's Lost Oasis" that boasted a western museum.

"I hate places like that," commented Eileen. "They get these huge billboards advertising how great they are but when you get there, it's just a cheap dive to sell lousy trinkets."

"Well, maybe there's gas station near it," said Danette, turning off the main road to get to Slausen's Lost Oasis. "They're often one in the same and maybe we'll find Cynthia there, too."

Not long after driving down the dirt road, the jeep suddenly stalled and one of the headlights mysteriously broke. Rolling to a dead stop, the four young women got out of the jeep.

"What happened?" asked Becky as Danette popped open the hood.

"I wish I knew," said Danette, looking at her engine. Everything looked fine, yet her jeep was dead. Bored, Eileen wandered off a bit a look around. Molly looked on quietly, wishing she could somehow help. She wasn't remotely mechanically inclined, so she at least made sure she stayed out of Danette's way.

"HEY! LOOK WHAT I FOUND!" exclaimed Eileen. Becky and Molly followed while Danette remained, trying to see what was wrong with the jeep.

"What is it?" asked Molly as they arrived at the beautiful lake and waterfall.

"It looks like paradise!" Eileen said.

"And you thought this was a cheap tourist trap!" Becky teased.

"Well, I don't know about you two, but I'm going for a swim," Eileen said.

"I don't think you should," said Molly with a slight worry in her tone. Becky looked on and stayed quiet, thinking that Molly was always so reserved in demeanor that it was remarkable that she even agreed to come along on this road trip in the first place.

"Come on, Molly, relax for once," insisted Eileen. "There's no one else out here but us girls."

"Well, our bathing suits are buried in our suitcases, remember?" Molly reminded.

Eileen smiled and said, "So? Who needs a bathing suit?"

Becky laughed over Eileen's bravado and a few minutes later, Becky and Molly joined Eileen and the three went skinny-dipping. Meanwhile, Danette tinkered with the engine a bit with no success when she unexpectedly heard a crack. Danette looked, seeing that the front headlight mysteriously shattered.

"Go figure," said Danette.

Meanwhile, Eileen, Becky, and Molly were laughing and enjoying themselves in the cool water of the lake. But they soon felt someone was watching them. Molly felt it the most, turning around to see a man emerge in jean overalls, black cowboy hat, and holding a shotgun.

"Hi there," said the man. "Enjoying the lake?"

"Yes, sir," Becky said politely as she and Eileen and Molly repositioned their hands to cover themselves up.

"You know, it used to be I'd charge 50 cents for all day use of the lake per person," started the man. "But since the highway was put in a year or two ago, I don't get much visitors anymore."

"I'm sorry, we didn't mean to trespass," added Becky.

"Trespassing? No, I don't call it trespassing," replied the man. "I'd say it's a bigger crime that this beautiful place isn't shared. I'm Slausen, by the way. What's your name?"

"Molly," answered Molly, who was closest to the shore.

"Molly? Well, that's a pretty name for a very pretty girl," said Slausen. "So, what brings you ladies over here, anyhow?"

"Our jeep broke down," answered Becky. "Our friend Danette's trying to fix it and we're looking for our friend."

"This friend of yours...is she a pretty looking girl like you?" asked Slausen.

"Kind of," said Eileen awkwardly. "Her name is Cynthia. Although we can't go anywhere until our jeep gets fixed."

"Well, maybe I can be of assistance, then," offered Slausen, getting up to check on the vehicle.

Mr. Slausen introduced himself to Danette while Eileen, Becky, and Molly took the opportunity to get out of the water and put their clothes back on behind some bushes. Despite the initial awkwardness of the encounter, Mr. Slausen seemed like a nice enough person.

"That guy gives me the creeps," said Eileen.

"I feel sorry for him," Molly commented.

"I don't know, Molly," teased Becky. "Maybe he's really some crazy old coot who likes to tie up pretty girls and hold them captive for kinky sex games."

Meanwhile, Danette's troubleshooting with the jeep went nowhere, and accepted Mr. Slausen's offer to help.

"Let me take you to my place so I can get my tools," offered Slausen. Danette, Eileen, Becky seemed reluctant, but Molly smiled, apparently smitten with the old man and accepted the invitation. Danette and Becky were starting to get a little concerned since there was no sign of Cynthia.

After a short drive they arrived in his museum, which was filled with souvenirs and remnants of the Old West. Mr. Slausen informed them that after his wife died, it was all he had left. The main highlight was lots of realistic looking wax dummies around, featuring all sorts of cowboy legends from the Wild West era.

"Did you make these?" Eileen asked.

"No, they were made by my brother," Slausen explained. "He now works in the city."

Slausen then turned on the stove inside his home and took out a large pot from a large icebox.

"This won't take long to heat up. Help yourself to some chicken stew while I work on the jeep," offered Slausen, who also pointed out to the old Coke vending machine in his museum. "I also have cold sodas inside that. It's unlocked."

"Thanks," said Molly.

Several minutes passed and Danette, Eileen, Becky, and Molly finished their impromptu meal, which was surprisingly good. Slausen returned inside, cleaning off his oily hands with a rag.

"I'm afraid it's going to have to go into town to get fixed," said Slausen. "Why don't Danette come with me and take it into town. Maybe you're friend's there, too. It wouldn't surprise me if someone picked her up and took her there."

"Sounds good," agreed Danette. The idea of someone pulling over and giving Cynthia a ride to town was possible. It also would explain why none of them saw her, which assuaged some of Danette's fears.

"We'll be back soon," Danette said.

Eileen was looking out the window, noticing a large house in the distance.

"Who lives over there?" asked Eileen.

"Davey," answered Slausen. "But he's not friendly to strangers."

"Davey who?" added Eileen.

"Why, Davey Crockett, of course," answered Slausen as-a-matter-of-factly, giving a humorous wink to Molly before leaving. Danette shrugged at Eileen and followed behind as they left, towing the jeep into town, leaving Becky, Eileen, and Molly behind.

A short while passed and Eileen began suspecting that Slausen was hiding something.

In a dimly lit basement, Tina stirred amidst shadows. From what she could see, she was in some type of large cellar that was only lit from light coming in from the small window. Whatever lights there were inside of it were off. Tina tried to move but couldn't; she was in some type of cocoon of cloth from just below her shoulders down to her ankles and tied down to a heavy table with rope. Worse yet, she could tell that she was stripped out of some of her clothes, feeling her bare legs against each other and was now clad in her tank top shirt, bra, and panties. Tina flexed her arms and legs, unable to move in the tightly wrapped cocoon she was in.

Tina's heart raced. She could scream for help, but would anyone hear? Worse yet, would it get the attention of her captor? Tina stayed calm, struggling valiantly against her bonds.

At Slausen's Lost Oasis Eileen's suspicions and curiosity were both getting the best of her, so she decided to leave. It was sunset and dusk was setting in as she put on a white shoal.

"Eileen, where're you going?" asked Becky.

"To that house down there," Eileen answered. "Maybe Davey has a phone. Don't you think that crazy old coot is hiding something?"

"No," said Molly. "Besides, Mr. Slausen will probably be back soon with Danette."

"Eileen, don't go," added Becky.

"If I'm not back in five minutes, form a posse and rescue me," said Eileen before walking out. She went down the hill slope along a steep path to reach the house a few hundred yards away. When she reached the house, Eileen heard voices coming from the living room. Upon opening the door and entering the room, Eileen saw an elderly couple, but upon closer inspection realized that they were actually mannequins. They were positioned on the sofa and chair as if they were carrying a conversation with one another.

"Omigod," said Eileen, bending down to inspect them closer.

"Eileen," said a woman's whisper.

"Cynthia? Is that you?" called out Eileen, following the voice into the next room. When she went further inside, Eileen found even more mannequins within it. As she stepped forward, the eyes of some of them moved as they appeared to be watching her. Eileen heard a gentle tapping sound from the closet door at the end of the room, and walked over to it. When she opened it, Eileen's dark brown eyes opened wide in shock.

It was Cynthia! Cynthia was cleave-gagged with a nylon stocking tied tightly around her mouth, struggling to get loose. Her hands were tied at her wrists with rope and raised high above her head, fastened to something bolted to the ceiling along with her bare feet tied together at her ankles.

"CYNTHIA!" gasped Eileen, but before she could free her missing friend, a stranger suddenly appeared behind her.

The mirror next to Eileen shattered first, followed by the windows shutting themselves while furniture began to move on their own. Cynthia could only struggle and helplessly watch Eileen freeze in fear as the objects flew around, as if the stranger was controlling them somehow. Her was wearing a grotesque mask and appeared to be using telepathy to control things. Eileen cautiously backed away towards the wall. Suddenly, a chair slid out and swept underneath her, forcing her into it while ropes slithered out of the closet where Cynthia was being held captive with a life of their own, ensnaring her by wrapping themselves around her body and strapping her down to the chair. Eileen tried to scream but a tan nylon flew off of the shelf and stuffed itself into her mouth, muffling her. Three lengths of cords wrapped around her ankles and up her thighs, pinning her legs together while more ropes wrapped around her torso and each of her wrists, tying them to the sides of the chair. Eileen strained and struggled, but could only let out a muffled scream. She couldn't move and this strange masked man moved closer and closer to her until she felt something hard hit her on the head; everything went black just as she heard Cynthia let out a terrified but muffled scream through her gag.

Molly and Becky were still looking around the museum, waiting for someone to return. Several minutes had passed, and they were starting to get concerned. They found a mannequin of a woman in a display with lights around it, and when they touched its face, they stutter-stepped back, realizing that it felt like human skin. Mr. Slausen returned with happy news to report.

"Danette's still in town at the garage. Hopefully, they'll get it fixed in the next hour or two," said Slausen. "Lucky the mechanic there owes me a favor and stayed open late."

"Thank you," said Becky politely. "Was our friend there? Her name is Cynthia."

"Blonde girl?" described Slausen. "Yeah, I think that was who Danette was talking to at the garage. I didn't get a good look at her, though, but Danette seemed to be familiar with whoever that young lady was."

The news brought much relief to Becky and Molly.

"Mr. Slausen, who is this one?" asked Molly, alluding the displayed mannequin. "She doesn't seem to fit in with the other figures."

"That'd be my late wife," Slausen admitted. "Me and the Mrs. were planning to open a resort until she got stricken with cancer."

Slausen paused, and then realized something.

"Say, where's the other girl?" asked Slausen.

"Eileen? She went to Davey's house," answered Becky.

"That can't be right," Slausen insisted. "The lights are all out and no one's there. Dang it, she probably got turned around in the dark and wandered another trail and got lost! Now I got to go look for her."

"Wait, shouldn't one of us come with you?" offered Molly.

"No, it's best that you two stay here in case she makes it back," insisted Slausen, leaving the museum. Becky and Molly were starting to get suspicious of something, but they weren't sure what.

Back at the house, Cynthia and Eileen slowly awakened. They were inside what looked like an attic room that was only lit by a small lamp mounted on the shelf, but was enough for them to see what happened. Cynthia was tied down to a canvas cot, with her hands were tied together behind it while several ropes were wrapped around her arms, torso, waist, thighs, legs, and ankles to firmly strap her down. The ropes across her chest were criss-crossed around her D-cup sized breasts, tied so tight that it was hard for Cynthia to breathe. Rope was also wrapped over Cynthia's mouth and forehead, cleave-gagging her while holding her head down. Unable to turn her head, Cynthia could only peek through the corner of her eye to see Eileen next to her on the periphery.

Eileen was tied face down to a cot also but instead of rope, she was bound with duct tape. Her arms were trapped, pinned at her sides and wrapped with duct tape along with her legs and ankles tied together, following by several wraps of duct tape from throughout her body from her shoulders down to her ankles to restrain her. Eileen turned her head and saw Cynthia, but was unable to talk from the old nylon stuffed in her mouth covered with several pieces of tape to seal her lips shut.

Cynthia struggled energetically, gritting her teeth as she thrashed about kicking and straining to break free. The ropes strained against her body but held firm, keeping her tightly bound to the cot. Eileen began struggling as well, but couldn't budge her bonds either. The door then opened and the strange masked man they encountered before entered. Cynthia could barely tilt her head to see, letting out muffled protests from biting down on the ropes gagging her while Eileen looked on with silent fear.

"I've got something special for each of you," he said, starting with Cynthia first. He knelt down and maneuvered his hand between Cynthia's legs, right between her crotch where he slithered his fingers into Cynthia's cotton shorts and underneath her panties. He maneuvered them a little further, just between the lips of her vagina and at her clit, where he began gently rubbing to force her pussy to moisten.

"NNGH!" screamed Cynthia, fighting frantically against her bonds while he continued sexually arousing her against her will. Cynthia's pussy was soon warm and wet, much to her captor's delight. He withdrew his hand and pulled down her shorts and panties, exposing her pussy to force a small, leathery dildo inside of her. Afterwards, he pulled her panties and shorts back up.

For Eileen, the man was much more callous, pulling down her shorts and panties where he roughly inserted a leathery butt plug into her anus. Eileen let out a moan of pain and sexual tension, shutting her eyes and shaking her head "no" in disbelief as he pulled her shorts back up over her exposed butt.

"Have fun," he said before covering each of them with a sheet and walking out of the room to leave Cynthia and Eileen bound and sexually tortured. Cynthia shut her eyes wanting to cry while Eileen struggled futilely to get loose.

It was now well into the evening and Becky and Molly were starting to get frustrated. There was no sign of anyone: Cynthia, Danette, Eileen, or Mr. Slausen. They left the museum to search for their friend, and when they reached near the house, they overheard giggling voices.

"I know that laugh," said Becky. "THAT'S EILEEN! The nerve of her fooling around like that and scaring us like that from worrying!"

"Where are you going?" asked Molly.

"I'm going to teach her a lesson," said Becky, heading up to the house and began climbing up the side ladder to enter the house through an open window.

"Becky...don't!" pleaded Molly. Molly's concern fell upon deaf ears as Becky left while she returned back to the museum.

When Becky entered the room where she had first overheard the voices, Becky instead found a mannequin on a bed. Becky gasped with fear, and began looking around after hearing another voice.

"Eileen? Is that you?" called out Becky, walking into another room where she saw something subtly moving underneath two large bed sheets. Pulling them off, Becky saw Cynthia and Eileen, tied down and gagged. Without warning, a mannequin sprung at her. Terrified, Becky tried to leave the room but the stranger who captured her friends leaped out of the shadows and tackled her to the floor. Becky kicked him off and tried to escape out another door, but when it opened a large pile of mannequins fell on top of her, pinning her down with their combined weight.

Momentarily stunned, Becky saw the tall, masked, shadowy figure move towards her. She felt a heavy hand cop a feel of her breasts while another caressed her face slightly. Becky struggled to get away and hit the masked killer with the limb from a dummy. Just as she attempted to crawl away, the mannequins in the room began moving and fell on her on by one, knocking her out. Cynthia and Eileen looked on, helpless to do anything. The mannequins hovered over her, humming a strange melody like sirens taunting their victim.

"Such a pretty girl," commented the man, clearing away the mannequins. He then picked up Becky and carried her out of the room.

Tina overheard a doorknob turn followed by the creaking of the basement door opening. A light flashed on, followed by heavy footsteps coming down the stairs. Tina turned her head and looked, seeing her captor carrying another girl in his arms, cackling evilly. He gently sat her down on floor against a pole, where he tied her hands together behind the pole, then wrapped some more rope around her torso to tie her to it, and then tied her ankles.

"I've brought you a visitor," said the masked man, removing another sheet to reveal a captive Danette who was also tied to the pole where Becky was but in the standing position. Danette's wrists were bound together slightly above her head to the staircase frame and gagged with a cloth. He removed the gag and slid his hand gently up and down Danette's powerful legs and solidly built arms.

"Strong girl," he said. Danette angrily glared at him as he turned, walking over to Tina. Their masked captor said nothing at first, merely placing his hands on Tina's petite breasts and began caressing them, feeling their softness as he saw her nipples harden and poke through her cocoon bindings of beige medical wrap.

"You're so pretty," said the man.

"No, please...not again...!"pleaded Tina.

"Why don't you like me?" he asked before walking back up the stairs out the basement.

"Becky," softly called out Danette.

Becky slowly began stirring, waking up at last to find herself tied up in the basement.

"Danette?" replied Becky. "Who is he?"

"Slausen's crazy brother," answered Danette. "Where's everyone else?"

"I saw Cynthia...and Eileen...they're tied up upstairs," answered Becky. "Molly's still at the museum."

With the gag finally removed, Danette was able to lean forward and began biting through the ropes around her wrists with her teeth.

"What's he going to do to us?" Becky said nervously.

"He's going to kill us," said Tina. "I'm Tina...I stopped someplace to get gas...I never saw him coming...he's crazy. We're all going to die..."

Danette said nothing, continuing to pick away at her bonds with her teeth. Becky started to struggle and Tina gritted her teeth, grunting as she struggled, desperately trying to escape her bond also. Several seconds passed and Tina was exhausted, her eyes teary-eyed from being unable to get free. Her body remained firmed bound from shoulder to ankle in a cocoon of sticky beige medical wrap and strapped down to the table.

All this time, Molly waited at the museum. The phone rang and she picked it up, only to realize that the cord was cut. Creeped out by what had happened and losing patience with waiting, Molly took a flashlight and ventured outside to look for the others.

Back in the basement, their masked captor returned wearing a new mask.

"We are going to have a party," he cackled.

"Leave us alone, you sick bastard!" cursed Danette.

"You don't make the orders," he retorted to Danette, then walked over to Tina.

"Oh, you are so pretty," he said. "It's a shame you're going to have to die."

Becky was silent, subtly shaking her head "no" while Tina wept. Danette was trying even harder than before to tear through the ropes with her teeth. Their masked captor revealed a few more rolls of beige medical wrap. Gently, lifting Tina's head up, he began wrapping it around her face.

"No...no, please...don't!"pleaded Tina.

"Interesting, isn't it?" he commented, forcing Becky and Danette to watch him mummify Tina. "These wrappings are so warm and tight, kind of like being in the womb again."

Tina's bright blue eyes lit up in horror while tears streamed down. Tina couldn't move a muscle as he wound the beige wrappings over her eyes first, followed by her mouth, and finally around her head to finish his task, leaving only Tina's nose exposed. Her nostrils flared wildly, fighting for air as she lay there mummified from head to toe and tied down to the table. The masked killer then sealed her nose with the final wrap, suffocating Tina as she frantically struggled and panicked until mercifully, her heart gave out.

Just then Danette broke free of her bonds and instantly attacked the masked killer, tackling him to the floor. The two wrestled one another and Danette delivered a hard knee into his crotch. She then saw a tire iron, reaching out and grabbing it. Just as she was about to strike him, the masked man caught her hand, overpowering her to force her to drop it. The masked man then lifted Danette off the floor and tossed her like a rag doll across the basement. Danette slammed against the wall stunned as the masked man got up and picked Danette up with one hand, slamming her head against the ceiling before dropping her to the floor like a sack of potatoes. Danette was out cold and Becky could only watch in horrific disbelief.

Meanwhile upstairs, Cynthia and Eileen were struggling even harder than before. Cynthia bit down hard on the ropes gagging her, gritting her teeth and strained with her sweaty body, enabling her to finally slip her wrists free of the ropes. Cynthia began working her arms loose, moving them above her chest to free her torso and pulled the ropes away from her mouth and head. Cynthia was then able to sit up to untie her legs and removed the dildo. After getting up off the cot, Cynthia freed Eileen of the duct tape. Eileen was relieved to finally remove the butt plug that was inside of her.

Barefoot but at least still clothed, Cynthia and Eileen cautiously tiptoed to the door. Cynthia placed her ear against it to listen for anything. After hearing nothing for several seconds, she carefully opened it, barely making a sound. They tiptoed out of the room and into the hallway that had mannequins on each side. As quietly as they could, Cynthia and Eileen made their way down the hall, pausing to look around and saw nothing except the mannequins, which started to give them both the creeps. Quietly, they crept out an open window and climbed down the side ladder of the house and ran off into the woods.

Elsewhere, Molly was searching for her friends and calling out to them, but heard nothing in response at fist. In the mist, however, Molly heard her name called out.

"Cynthia? Eileen?" called out Molly.

The masked man appeared in the mist near her, wearing a blonde wig and a mask. He was holding a mannequin head and to Molly's horror, it was the mouth on the head is calling her name.

"MOLL-EEE!!!!" shouted the mannequin head.

Terrified, Molly fled and climbed over a fence.

"See my friend!" insisted the man, taking the head and tossing it over. It moved by itself and again screamed out her name. Molly scrambled to get away and stumbled into Cynthia, who was panting heavily on the ground exhausted.

"CYNTHIA!" exclaimed Molly, helping her up. "What happened?"

"A man came wearing a mask...he knocked me out and tied me up..." panted Cynthia, trying to regain her composure. "Eileen was with me and we escaped, but he came after us in the woods and we got separated; I don't know where she went!"

Just then they saw headlights from a truck drive towards them and stop; it was Mr. Slausen.

"My God...what on Earth happened to you two?" said Mr. Slausen in disbelief. Cynthia and Molly got into his pick-up truck and informed him of what happened.

"Sounds like some recluse who was squatting in Davey's house," commented Mr. Slausen. "Whoever he is, he's not right in the head. We need to get back to the museum and sort things out. I can get some more lights and things to help look for your friends. I may even have to get out a first aid kit."

"What about the police?" asked Cynthia.

"My phone doesn't work, but don't you fret, I'll get them to help, too," assured Mr. Slausen.

When they returned, Molly waited outside with Slausen's shotgun, while Cynthia went inside with Mr. Slausen to get some additional things. Still visibly shaken by what had occurred earlier, Molly was so scared that she was shaking. A few minutes passed but for the frightened Molly, it seemed like an hour.

"MISTER SLAUSEN!!!" called out Molly, hearing nothing. "CYNTHIA!!!"

There was still no response. Molly then saw the masked man lurking in front and fired at him. The man collapsed in a heap, appearing dead at first until he sat back up.

"Bang-bang, you're dead, bang-bang, you're dead," teased the man. Molly suddenly realized that the shotgun was only loaded with blanks. When he tried to grab her, Molly hit him over the head with the weapon, damaging the mask. When his mask fell off, Molly saw that the crazed stalker was actually Mr. Slausen himself.

"YOU?!!! NO!!!" screamed Molly, now totally freaked out. Molly ran in terror into the woods near the lake where they first met him. Suddenly, a vine lashed out and grabbed Molly by the ankle. Molly's screamed as another vine grabbed her wrist, followed by another vine to grab her other wrist and ankle. Molly screamed as more and more vines lashed out, ensnaring her as they ripped apart her white spring dress and into her simple white slip before dragging her into the lake. Molly saw Slausen appear before her before getting pulled under the water, blacking out soon thereafter. Back inside the museum, Cynthia lay unconscious as well, having been knocked out by Slausen when her back was turned to him. Slausen loaded his two blonde captives into his truck and brought them back to the house.

Eileen stumbled through the woods, having lost all sense of direction. A wrong turn here followed by a wrong turn there in the dark, and she had no idea where the museum was amidst the thick, dark forest. Eileen stopped to catch her breath and looked around, seeing no sign of Cynthia or their masked captor who began pursuing them not long after escaping the house. Eileen then walked through some woods into the small clearing where she fell into some soft, silt-like earth.

"NO!!!" shrieked Eileen in terror, quickly sinking up to her thighs in the muddy bog. Eileen stretched to grab onto something but couldn't reach. Moments passed and she was now up to her chest in the bog with outstretched arms flailing desperately.

"HELP! SOMEBODY HELP ME!!!" screamed Eileen in terror, having sunk up to her chin before slipping underneath the muddy bog and was no more.

Slausen brought Molly back to the house and into another room, placing her down on the bed. He changed her out of her wet clothes and into a white nightgown, and then pulled out a box kept underneath the bed. He took some long white silk sashes out and tied her right wrist to her right thigh with the first one, followed by repeating the process to tie her left wrist to her left thigh. Next, he tied a third sash around her arms and chest at her elbows to keep her arms pinned at her sides. Slausen then took a fourth sash to tie her knees together, followed by a fifth to tie her ankles. Finally, Slausen used three long white nylon straps and cast it over the bed and her body, tying them each off at the bottom of the bed frame to strap Molly down with a strap wrapped around her chest, another at her waist, and the third at her ankles. Satisfied, he gently placed the covers over her body and folded the end underneath her neck while Molly slept unaware with her head resting on a pillow.

Downstairs in the basement, Becky and Danette remained bound captives. Having disposed of Tina's body from the table after suffocating her earlier, he had now placed Danette on it. Slightly bruised on her arms and legs, Danette awoke while Becky held her head down in despondence of their situation. Danette turned her head and saw Becky, calling out to her so see if she was still okay. Becky nodded and asked the same of Danette.

"That bastard tied me up even tighter than before," admitted Danette, lifting her head and testing her bonds. Last time, he had underestimated Danette's strength by hastily tying her wrists with only rope. This time, he made sure that Danette wasn't escaping. Each of Danette's wrists were bound with a leather cuff the was bolted to the heavy wooden table at her sides and each of her ankles were bound in the same manner with her legs spread a couple feet apart from one around. Heavy leather straps were used to restrain her to the table, with across her chest just above her breasts, followed by another two below and across her waist, and another across her thighs and the last two across her shins and ankles, respectively. Even worse, Danette's arms and upper torso were wrapped in heavy chains and locked together with a padlock. The heavy weight of the metal made it difficult for Danette to breathe, let alone move. Danette and Becky resumed their struggling, but with each passing moment they felt themselves getting weaker and weaker.

Upstairs, Molly's sleep was brief, awakening not long after the ordeal at the lake. Molly eyes lit up in horror, seeing mannequins all around her. She then tried to sit up but couldn't, then kicked and bucked about on the bed, thrashing wildly and bouncing up only to fall back down on the bed from the restraints. Molly whimpered in frustration, kicking and fighting the whole time before finally stopping to catch her breath.

The bedroom door opened with Slausen entering the room, pushing a wheelchair. Sitting in it was a mummified Cynthia. Cynthia's hands were tied behind her back with rope and her body was cocooned from her neck all the way down to her toes with white medical wrap. Her mouth was stuffed with a cloth and reinforced with some white medical gauge wrapped over her mouth, muffling her completely.

"Well, I see that you're still awake," commented Slausen. "You're a really lucky, girl, to be surrounded by so many warm friends. And look who I brought."

Cynthia looked at Molly, unable to move and could only convey sadness in her eyes over what transpired.

"You're insane," said Molly.

"You shouldn't be saying that," stated Slausen coldly. "I was trying to be nice. Or, I could make you like her and join the others downstairs."

"Why are you doing this?" asked Molly.

"...you look so much like my dead wife..." Slausen said, briefly changing the subject.

"Mister Slausen...please...please let us go..." begged Molly.

"I can't do that," Slausen said quietly. "I've crossed that line and I can't go back. This room you're in used to be my brother's. When he lost everything from gambling, I let him stay here so he could get back on his feet. I gave my brother everything I had and I loved my wife dearly. But, they both betrayed me."

Slausen was eerily despondent, recalling what he had done.

"...so I punished them only as a man should. Is that a crime? The good book says thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's wife and thou shalt not commit adultery; they did both to me. I've been so alone since then, trying to find someone to replace what I lost; but the other girls aren't good enough. Everything changed when I met you, Molly. None of the other girls are like you; you're different from them."

Molly was in silent disbelief while Cynthia tested her bonds but still couldn't get free.

"I'll tell you what, you treat me right, and I'll treat you right...or you could be like the others tied up downstairs," threatened Slausen, caressing Molly's face before leaving, taking Cynthia away and, tossing her onto the bed of an adjacent room.

Molly now knew that her friends, perhaps all of them, were still alive and held captive. But that didn't matter since she was strapped down to the bed. Molly resumed her struggling, trying to escape her bonds.

In the room next door, Cynthia couldn't get free either. She then looked around for anything that could help. There were mannequins and their assorted parts propped up along the walls, looking at her with leering eyes. Cynthia scanned around some more, seeing an old steamer trunk with its metal bracket ends damaged to where there was sharp, exposed metal.

Cynthia rolled off the bed and hit the floor hard, but managed to squirm herself over to it. She then braced herself against it to sit herself up. The sliver of exposed metal was there, and it looked sharp enough to cut skin; Cynthia was hoping that it could cut through the sticky white gauze when she wiggled towards it. She began rubbing the bindings against it to start cutting herself free.

The basement door opened and Slausen walked down the stairs. Becky looked up as did Danette, realizing that they've been tricked; their so-called Good Samaritan was their captor all along.

"Mr. Slausen," pleaded Becky. "Please, don't do this..."

Slausen looked at Becky coldly, clamping some duct tape over her mouth to gag her.

"I'm going to kill you!" cursed Danette, as the chains momentarily rattled when she fought against her bonds. Danette's threats were met with a leathery penis gag inserted into her mouth and fastened tight around her head. Danette coughed from the thick phallus forced in her mouth, angrily glaring at Slausen while a little bit of drool trickled down her mouth.

"We'll see how strong you really are," Slausen said, bringing in a tray of items and placing it on the table. Slausen unbuttoned Danette's jean shorts and pulled them off after cutting the seam apart with a pair of scissors, followed by snipping off her panties to expose her bare pussy before him. Slausen chuckled, snipping off some of her pubic hair before taking a washcloth and soaking it in a bowl of warm water on the tray. He wiped off the excess pubic hair he trimmed and gently wetted Danette's intimate area before applying some shaving cream on her pubic region.

"Now, hold still," added Slausen, opening a straight-edge shaving razor where he began shaving off Danette's pubic hair. Cold sweat formed all over Danette's body while she shut her eyes tight, feeling the metal razor blade scrape against her tender and most sensitive area on her body. Becky watched in horror.

"What's he going to do to her?" she worriedly thought.

Upstairs, Molly was able to free her left wrist from the silk sash binding it to her thigh, and slowly worked her left hand across her waist and untied the knot on the silk sash on her right wrist. Once she got her hands free, Molly was able to work her arms free of the silk sash around her torso. She wiggled herself out from underneath the straps that kept her down on the bed, hoping that her friends were still alive. Molly went into the next room, where she found Cynthia with her arms free pulling apart the bindings. Molly quickly went over and helped free her friend and the two got up.

"What do we do?" asked Molly in a whisper. "He can do anything, it seems..."

"We have to kill him," whispered Cynthia back, picking up a small metal rod she found on the floor.

"There, much, much better," said Slausen after shaving off all of Danette's pubic hair to expose her bare, tender vagina. He wiped off the excess shaving cream and residual hair and forcefully inserted a thick, leather dildo deep inside Danette that was part of some type of leather chastity belt harness, where he buckled it in around her waist and crotch. Danette grimaced and cursed, unsuccessfully fighting her bonds. Slausen walked back up the stairs to the first floor, where Cynthia confronted him in the hallway.

"We're leaving," threatened Cynthia, clutching the metal rod. "You also have our friends... let them go now."

Slausen laughed.

"You're threatening me, little girl?" mocked Slausen, walking towards her. Cynthia attacked, but was easily disarmed as he began choking her. Suddenly, a loud scream sounded behind Slausen followed by an axe embedding deep into his shoulder and neck. Slausen collapsed with vacant eyes, clutching the axe handle as his blood steadily spilled onto the floor. Molly stood there silently, sick of the twisted games as Cynthia tossed a sheet over his dead body.

"Come on, let's get our friends and get out of here," said Cynthia, catching a glimpse into the basement and seeing Becky and Danette.

"Okay," Molly replied.