You'll see ... Or maybe you won't!

"I wanna try something," Tess said. "But first."

Samantha could feel her limbs go limp and she collapsed on the ground. A wave of exhaustion came over her. Every muscle seemed to ache but at least she was back in control of her body. Samantha was breathing hard like she had just finished a marathon.

"Stand up," commanded Tess. Samantha struggled to her feet. She used her right arm to cover her breasts and her left hand to cover her pussy. Even after everything she had been through Samantha was still ashamed to be naked outside. She wanted to beg the girls to let her go but before she could Tess put a finger over the doll's eyes and said. "Blind."

The lights went out for Samantha, all she could see was complete darkness. Samantha started to panic. Her nudity forgotten, Samantha flayed her arms around, trying to find something to hold; anything to give her comfort. She could hear the girls laughing and tried to follow the sound. If she could grab on to one of the girls Samantha reasoned she wouldn't feel alone. "Please give me my sight back," pleaded Samantha as she fumbled in the darkness. Her pleas were no louder then a whisper however the panic was coming through loud and clear.

SMACK

Samantha jumped and both hands flew to her rear. Samantha heard Tina's mocking laughter coming from behind her. "Please." Samantha dropped to her knees. Tears were streaming down her cheeks. Samantha put her hands together like she was going to pray. "Please." Samantha was openly crying.

Samantha could not see the look that passed between the two girls. "Tell you what," said Tess. Samantha thought like Tess's voice came from right behind her. "You do what we say and you get your sight back?"

"Yes! Yes!" Samantha cried, her head nodding like a maniac. "Anything!" Samantha could feel hope rising inside her.

Tess touched the top of Samantha's head like she would a pet dog. Yet to Samantha this was the best touch ever. Relief washed over her body. It maybe a touch from her tormentor but at least Samantha felt she wasn't alone. "Anything?" asked Tess.

Samantha knew she was making a deal with the devil. "Yes," she whispered.

"Spread those legs," Tess commanded. Samantha complied without any hesitation. Tess, from her position behind Samantha, kicked the insides of her thighs, forcing Samantha's legs even wider. She didn't resist as she knew the girls could use the doll to **** her to spread her legs. Samantha held her position as she felt Tess walk around to stand in front of her. "I want you to close your eyes," continued Tess. Samantha didn't realise her eyes were open but quickly closed them. Samantha could almost picture Tess standing in front of her with the Voodoo doll. "What you are going to do is give yourself 10 titty-twisters while saying your name and that you are a worthless whore. After each one your going to slap your tits. If you don't do it hard enough then you don't get your eyes back." There was a pause. "Restore voice. Now do you understand?"

"Yes," answered Samantha. More hope flooded Samantha's system as her voice had returned to normal. Samantha knew she would have to endure some pain but it would be worth it to get her vision back.

"On 10 you can open your eyes. Go!"

Samantha thrust her chest out to give the best performance possible. Samantha would describe her breasts as moderate. Sometimes she wished they were bigger like the girls in the porn vids she watched. Samantha's hands cupped her breasts before pinching each nipple tightly between her fingers and thumb. Then she twisted and pulled her nipple. Samantha gasped with the pain before remembering the next part. "My name is Samantha and I am a worthless whore." Samantha let go of her nipples and her breasts sprung back with a little jiggle. Samantha then slapped the underside of her tits as hard as she could. The sting caused her to gasp again. In her head Samantha counted.

Samantha knew she had to continue despite the throbbing in her nipples. Again she grabbed her teats hard, twisted and pulled. "My name is Samantha and I am a worthless whore." She let go of her nipples and slapped the top of her tits. The sound of flesh striking flesh could easily be heard. Two.

Samantha bravely continued to **** her own breasts. The temptation to go easy was overwhelming but Samantha refused to take the easy option. As the pain grew so did her determination to succeed. She alternated between slapping the top and bottom of her tits.

Nine. Last one. Samantha psyched herself up. She took a deep breath. Last one. She grabbed her nipples extra firmly. She twisted them even further. It felt like she was trying to pull her own tits off her chest. Last one. "My name is Samantha and I am a worthless whore." Samantha practically shouted it for the world to hear. The pain was excruciating even when she let go. With all her might she slapped her reddened tits one final time.

TEN!

Samantha opened her eyes and...