Just the usual stuff: keys, money, and ...

After a few rounds each of hair removal Tess and Tina got bored and decided a new game was needed. Obviously a new game meant a new pose was needed so Samantha found herself bent over backwards. Her body was now arched backwards. A position familiar to people who do yoga but a painful one for those that do not. Samantha was in the latter category. She was not flexible so now her back ached as Tina contorted her doll. To make it worse her legs were spread wide, hiding nothing from the gaze of the girls or anyone else that happens to walk by. Most of her bush was gone so that offered no cover anymore.

"What else have you got in your bag?" asked Tess.

Tina had a rummage round. "School crap, keys, money, make-up." There was a pause. "Ooh! Hello. What do we have here!" Even though Samantha was facing the opposite direction she still closed her eyes with dread.

"What's that?" asked Tess. "A safety pin?" Tess sounded confused.

"Yeah!" Tina sounded excited.

"Why are you so happy about a safety fucking pin?"

"Er, hello. Voodoo doll 101. Stick pins in the doll."

Tess took a few seconds before replying. "That is either genius or stupid. I thought it was supposed to be needles not a safety pin but I'm game. What about you?"

Samantha remained silent. "Yes." Samantha became very confused very quickly. She had just whispered yes. She had wanted to keep silent yet the word did actually come out of her mouth. Could the girls control what she said too. She prayed the girls hadn't heard her. Samantha had barely heard herself because at the same time she was saying yes Tess was saying yes in a silly voice, pretending the doll had answered. Little did she realise that it actually had made Samantha talk.

"Where should be stab her first?" asked Tina.

"Let's ask her," suggested Tess. The two girls walked around to the front of Samantha. From her point of view both girls appeared upside down. In reality it was Samantha that was looking at things the wrong way up. "Where would you like us to stab this doll first?" asked Tess.

"Bottom," Samantha answered after a moments thought.

"Why?" Tess asked.

"Because it's padded so might make it less painful. Plus if you do some serious damage I don't want a broken arm or leg." Samantha was confused by her own quiet answer.

Tess couldn't help notice Samantha's confusion. "FYI. If I asked you a question while holding the doll you have to answer it ... truthfully." Tess left a dramatic paused before saying truthfully just to mess with Samantha. With the look of horror on Samantha's face, Tess thought it had been totally worth it. It brought another round of laughter from the girls. "Want to test it?"

"No!" Samantha didn't need to be possessed by a Voodoo doll to give that reply. However it was a rhetorical question.

"When was the last time you masturbated?!"

"This morning." Samantha went bright red. She wanted to bite her own tongue off. Both girls doubled over with laughter. Samantha had never been so humiliated in all her life. She realised no secret was safe.

"Did you cum?" asked Tess when she managed to stop laughing.

"No," whispered Samantha. This brought even more laughter from the girls and even more shame to Samantha.

"Why?"

"Because my mother walked in on me." Samantha's face was beet red and that was only partly because she was looking at the world from upside down.

"Hey, I've got an idea," said Tina excitedly. Samantha closed her eyes. Samantha reasoned any idea Tina had was probably not good news for her. "Give me a call!"

Samantha squealed. It felt like the world's most powerful vibrator had just been pressed against her mound. Her eyes shot open and she saw Tina holding her phone, pressing onto the crotch of the doll. The phone was merrily vibrating away in her hand and against the doll's crotch. This caused the most intense sensations Samantha had ever experienced. She could feel her entire body start to shake. Samantha bit her lip. The vibrations were too intense. Samantha was convinced she would either pass out or ... or ... or ...

Samantha screamed and squirted at the same time. She had never experienced anything like that. Her mind reeled, her body convulsed. Samantha was breathing hard. All she wanted to do was collapse on the floor and spend the next hour lying on the grass recovering from her orgasm. However she was held in position. Tina and Tess were gobsmacked by what they witness.

"Maybe I should get my own doll. That looked epic," Tess said in awe.

Tina was just as impressed but decided to play it cool. "Yeah but with pleasure comes pain." With that she stabbed the doll's backside with the safety pin.

The sudden stabbing pain Samantha felt in her butt helped focus her mind. "Ow!" she screamed. This only encouraged Tina and she stabbed the doll several more times in the backside, enjoying Samantha's quiet yelps. Tina then moved on to the doll's front, attacking its stomach before tormenting its breast. Samantha writhed and cried with each prick.

"My turn," said Tess. Tina handed over the pin. It seemed to Samantha that Tess was going slower but pressing harder. She continued to cry out in pain. Tess started at her tits and worked down her stomach. She kept going down. Samantha could feel the points getting closer and closer to her mound. She prayed Tess would stop before Tess got to her most sensitive region. Tess did not. Samantha could feel the pain coming down from her breasts to her stomach to her mound. Then the stabbing stopped. Samantha braced herself for the next one but it never came.

Samantha gave a sigh of relief. Then she gave a scream of pure pain as Tess pressed the pin firmly into the doll's clit.

In the meantime Tina had walked around Samantha and stood between her legs. She raised her right hand and brought it down hard on Samantha's inner thigh. Tina thought it made a very satisfying slapping noise. "There's nothing like a good old slap." She gave the other thigh a slap for good measure. "I'm done for today. Think she's suffered enough for today. Who's keeping the doll?"

"Hang on. I wanna try something."

Samantha knew this wasn't going to end well for her.