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

Context: This is a short story written for Day 23 of Kinktober 2025 using the prompt words Puppet and Contortion.

The bazaar was overrun with shoppers and sightseers, locals and tourists. Narrow lanes flanked by colourful semi-permanent market stalls stretched out in multiple directions.

My friends and I were crowded around one such seller, perusing knick-knacks and trinkets boasting all sorts of mystical properties. Dreamcatchers, aura crystals, spirit-cleansing teas, and many an object I could only guess the purpose of.

The other girls weren’t taking the wares very seriously. They’d been day-drinking and I hadn’t, leaving me acting as a sort of babysitter trying to keep them in line. Easier said than done. The stall owner was a middle-aged woman wearing loose colourful robes, and she’d lost all patience with us.

“Put that down! Hey stop, that's delicate!”

She grabbed an ornamental comb I’d been running through my hair from my hand. She pushed aside my friend who was holding a marionette by the arms making it ‘dance’. She tried to snatch a string of large beads out of another friend’s grip, only for it to snap in their brief tug-of-war, scattering small the balls everywhere.

“Go away! All of you!”

One friend upturned a tray of charms and yelled “Run”. We ignored the vendor’s furious shouts as we sprinted off, the others giggling like naughty schoolgirls, me feeling embarrassed and guilty.

As we disappeared from sight around a corner, she looked down at the two items in her hands: the puppet and the comb with a few strands of blonde hair interlacing the teeth.

A short while later we were wandering small intersecting streets looking for a spot to eat (and drink), passing by cafes and pubs. The warm climate must have been getting to me as I was starting to feel strangely sluggish all of a sudden. The odd feeling got worse with every step. Was I sick? I didn't recall eating anything strange.

“This way!”

The group took a right turn down the next street. I was at the back of the pack, right leg in the air when a bizarre feeling washed over me.

I swivelled on the spot and dropped my foot, facing left. My legs shakily stepped forward, pulling me in the wrong direction. I couldn’t stop myself! It was like the connection between my mind and body were severed, and I’d become a passive observer, a first-person viewer of someone else’s journey.

“Girls? Something’s wro--! Mmmm?”

My mouth clamped shut. My tongue squirmed inside my mouth as I tried and failed to open my lips. I could hear my friends’ boisterous voices fading off into the distance. They hadn’t noticed my abrupt deviation.

My legs continued stomping forward without my input, but apparently with some sort of plan in mind. They turned down this street and that, soon veering off into an alley between two restaurants. It was a tucked away space between buildings, with a dumpster, a loud rattling air conditioner exhaust and not much else.

My body finally halted. Though my autonomy had not returned.

A figure stepped out from a shaded corner. The woman from the marketplace! She held up a beige unclothed puppet, almost featureless except for two buttons-eyes and an indent for a mouth adorning its face. The limbs were segmented and bendable. The most ominous detail was a strip of clear tape holding a few lengths of blonde hair to its forehead.

She wiggled each leg once. I took two steps forward.

I tried to yell out. Whether it was to call for help, beg, or just scream out, I didn't even know. The woman had a finger resting against the doll’s head where the mouth would be.

“You tourists. You storm through here, treating it like your playground. No respect! I’m sick of it. I'll make you experience a taste of the world you think so little of.”

She raised the puppet’s arm, and mine shot straight upwards. She bent the forearm down behind its head, and mine followed. My other arm was pulled behind my back, bent and angled upwards towards my nape. She bent the legs back so that I dropped to my knees, then pulled one leg up hard. I tipped forwards, fall flat on my stomach, with three limbs all contorted behind me.

She showed me a long length of braided string with a few beads still on it. The necklace my friend broke earlier. She pulled off the few remaining beads, then wound the unadorned length around the puppet’s three held-back limbs.

When she’d finished, the inanimate object’s arms and right leg were bound together tightly at a nexus behind its back. And so were mine, identically. They were painfully wrenched together and I couldn’t pull them apart, even though in reality there was nothing touching them. I could feel the terrible squeeze of an invisible binding. My desperate tugs met an insurmountable resistance. The puppet’s limbs slightly quaked whenever I tried.

She ran a finger gently against the doll between its legs, and I shuddered intensely at the surreal sensation of a massive finger stroking my body. The phantom touch reached me beneath my clothes. She moved her index finger all over the surrogate doll, watching my reaction as I felt the caress moving across my body.

“Now you understand how it feels to have something important to you being violated.”

“P... pleeahh... I dihhdn...”

My jaw muscle was relaxing. I tried to make a strained plea, but she finger-gagged me again.

“Tourists are always too noisy. I’ve always wanted to shut you up like this...”

She showed me one of the loose necklace beads, then slowly moved it towards the puppet’s mouth. I went wide-eyed as she pressed it between the mouth folds.

“Aah? AAAAHH!!”

My mouth was wrenched wide open, as a huge invisible sphere pushed into it. The small round object entering the small mouth had a distressingly large effect on me.

She still had another few beads that she rattled in her palm.

“As for the rest of these, this is not the only opening my doll has...”

“Haah?!!”

She stroked between its legs again. A gasp left my gaping air-gagged mouth. She slowly brought a bead down to the puppet's crotch, pushing it slowly out of sight...

“AAAHH!!”

My bound uncomfortably-stuffed body was sweating bullets as she showed me the remaining balls one-by-one, then inserted them into two unseen holes. She relished my anguished expression and open-mouthed moan each time I felt one go 'in'. Finally she brushed her hands together, out of beads. But I felt them. I felt them all too well.

“I must return to my business now. If you wish to leave, you need only untie this small toy. Easy, yes? Now where to leave it... ah!”

She walked over to the large white box housing the fans of an air-conditioning unit at the back of the restaurant. It hummed and rattled noisily. She gently rested the bound and bead-filled puppet on the top surface, and the effect hit me immediately.

The vibration of the machinery buzzed through my whole body. Even more when she carefully spread the one unbound leg so its crotch pressed against the metal.

She walked around me and exited the alley, returning to the streets. She hadn’t touched me a single time, and yet had left me completely stuck, motionless and voiceless, trying to resist the stimulating vibrations of that metal box. I was losing that fight. My breathy pants were getting louder and faster.

“Aahh~... ahhhh~... aaaahhh~~...”

“Ey mate? Do you see this? What the hell is she doing back there?”

I was snapped out of my unfocused wriggling by the sounds of a rowdy group of men. Looking down the alley was a gaggle of guys in shorts and T-shirts holding drinks. More tourists.

“That’s quite a pose.”

“Whoa she is a stunner lads.”

“Why’s her mouth so... open?”

“I think she’s inviting you to have a go buddy~”

“Hey babe! Fancy a tumble?"

“She sure sounds like it.”

“Hold my drink boys, I’m going in!”

“Aaaah?!”