"Look!" said the youngest flower girl, pointing at the still-groggy Sophie. The flower girl alerted her slightly older sister, and the two of them rushed across the room.
"A doll!" said the youngest girl, no more than four years old. "I'm not a doll...wait, stop!" said Sophie, as the sisters snatched her up and carried her off into the kitchen, away from the adults.
"Girls, let me go right now!" yelled Sophie, her body enclosed in the little girl's hand. "It talks - it moves," said the older girl philosophically. "Ow!" said the younger sister as Sophie, struggling to get free, kicked her in the pinky finger.
"Bad doll!" said the four-year-old. Instantly Sophie found herself upside down, her tiny, round ass wriggling in mid-air. The little girl insinuated a finger under Sophie's white wedding gown, and pulled. With a single gesture, Sophie's panties, pantyhose, and white heels went flying into space, and the tiny bride found herself naked from the waist down. "Her clothes come off," said the older sister calmly.
"Stop it, girls! Get your mother now!" yelled the panicky Sophie. But the youngest girl, holding Sophie's upper body, was determined to punish the rebellious doll. Flicking her index finder repeatedly at Sophie's bare bottom, the girl scolded, "Bad, bad doll!"
The tiny flicking motion of the four-year-old's finger, which a full-sized adult wouldn't even feel, sent waves of pain through the tiny bride's body. "Aaaahh! Stop! Stop!" she screamed. But the little girl kept flicking her finger, the blows landing not only on Sophie's ass, but in the sensitive area between her waving legs. In seconds the bride was sobbing and begging the little girl for mercy. "Please! Stop! I'll do anything you want! Just stop!"
And the little girl did stop, though it's not clear whether she was moved to pity, or just bored. She turned Sophie upright and stared at her.
"Do her arms move?" asked the older girl. The young girl pushed Sophie's right arm into the air with her finger. But Sophie, still crying from the horrible punishment she had received, instinctively squirmed and pulled her arm away, saying "No, no, please" between sobs.
"Bad doll!" said the little girl. And within seconds Sophie was ass-up again and being finger-flicked. The pain was unbearable. "Stop! Stop! I'll do whatever you want! I'll be a doll! I'll be a good doll! I promise! Just stop, ple-e-ease!" she bawled.
Eventually the little girl got tired and turned Sophie upright again. The gasping bride, her face smeared with running mascara, was as still as could be, watching her cruel captor for any sign of displeasure.
The little girl pushed Sophie's arms into the air one at a time, and this time Sophie left her arms exactly where the girl put them. "She's not moving anymore," observed the older girl. The younger girl put her finger under Sophie's wedding gown and lifted. In a flash Sophie was as naked as the day she was born, her gown flying across the kitchen.
The girls looked down at their new, naked doll. The little girl shook her prize gently in the air, making Sophie's boobs move back and forth. Sophie kept her arms high in the air, her chest swinging like a pendulum, as she looked desperately at her young new owners. The only thought in her traumatized head was to avoid punishment and be as good a doll as possible.
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