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Charmed: The Bare Witch Project (MFFF,BDSM,drugs,mc)
by Six Golden Teachers ([email protected])

The trio of naked witches, the Halliwell sisters, looked absolutely delicious
as they sat up straight and tall beside each other on the big black leather
couch, their chests thrust forward as if in pride by the bondage gear each
had been forced to wear. Each of the sisters was a dark haired beauty, but
each one quite distinct in character and personality. They didn't say
anything of course, the ball gags fitted into their mouths made that quite
impossible, but their eyes spoke volumes, although their venomous gaze could
not conceal the fear lurking beneath the defiance.

Phoebe, the youngest wore a sheer white evening gown with a low-cut bodice
and a tight waisted skirt that was slit to mid-thigh. A simple set of
handcuffs held her hands behind her back. But the chain linking her wrists
also passed through a ring on her collar, holding her hands high and making
her arch her back, thrusting her breasts into prominence. Piper, the middle
sister wore a blue gown with a high neckline that left her slender back bare
almost to her butt. Her elbows were up by her ears, hands pinioned behind
her neck, also by a chain passing a ring that was part of a collar around
her neck, with the result of forcing her to offer her breasts as if for
inspection. Prue, the eldest sister, wore a strapless scarlet gown that was
calculated to draw every male eye and clung so tightly that once drawn they
stuck, especially since her elbows were bound together behind her as well
as her wrists, placing her own ample boobs on proud display. Braless, her
nipples tented the clinging sheath so as to bewitch male eyes. That
entrancing power was not unique to genuine witches of course. Any beautiful
woman can enchant men.

Men were easily manipulated in Prue's world. Just watching Prue cross a room
while that tight dress forced her to swivel her hips, would harden a man like
a rock. And then she could manipulate them with ease.

But not now. Not any more. Not with this man. Along with their gags and bonds
there were two other symbols of their new status. Their staus as possessions.
Each slender neck bore a wide black leather collar, with a number of large
rings on it and with a strap connecting one of the collar rings to the couch.
And finally, the particular reason for the venom in their eyes, each of the
sisters now had a gleaming new ring in her nose. The symbolism as to their
status as animals, as mere possessions rather than individuals with rights,
was not lost on them.

With a gesture of his hand a bolt of blue light enveloped each of the
sisters. Their gags disappeared but their bonds remained.

"Who the hell are you" blustered Prue, taking the lead as always.

"Good evening ladies, I'll be your....host, this evening. You may call me...
sir."

Nigel strode over to the trio and stood over them, a looming masculine
menace, before reaching out to stroke Prue's soft cheek. She tried to bite
him and he jerked his hand back just as her gleaming teeth snapped shut
where his fingers had been moments before. "Bad dog, Queenie. Bad dog.
Poppa spank!"

Prue reacted visibly to the name Queenie and the 'bad dog' comment, shrinking
back. Suddenly she was very afraid of this...man?....demon?....warlock?...
whatever he was. He seemed to know far too much about her for her own safety.
Queenie. Where had he come up with that name? Prue suddenly felt very
vulnerable. She had never told anyone, ever. So how could he know her secret?
She was actually quite ashamed of herself but ever since that night she had
been unable to forget just how wonderfully wicked it had been and how
thrilling and fulfilling it was to be bad.

It had happened recently, during the encounter with the succubus. Phoebe had
been transformed into a succubus while Prue had been transformed into a dog
in order to track her. She had been hit by a car before being rescued by a
handsome man and nursed back to health. But before the injury, while she had
been out prowling for the succubus and seeking out the seedier parts of town,
she came across a pack of dogs. They were ordinary urban pets out for some
fun and unfortunately for Prue, the fun had turned out to be her since she
had been in estrus at the time. She had literally been a bitch in heat.

Prue had been ravished by the entire pack, humping and rutting in
uncomplicated animal lust. It had been the most intense sexual experience of
her life and she had since lain in bed on numerous occassions remembering her
adventure with her fingers buried deep in her wildly excited crotch as she
squealed her way through several mammoth orgasms remembering how the knot on
the prick of the pack leader, a mastif, had swollen up, locking the two of
them together regardless of her wants. It was her most secret and exciting
fantasy.

Not that she wanted to have sex with dogs, that would be sick. She just
wanted to be treated like a bitch. She dreamed of being collared and leashed
and forced to heel for a master who would be merciless in his demands. Who
would insist on instant obedience from any female he posessed. She shivered
with excitement at the mere thought of being treated as the bitch she
secretly yearned to be and the unforgettable orgasms she had achieved when
being taken like a rutting animal. Forced to yield by the inexorable laws
of nature. When she relived the experience in her mind she called herself
Queenie, something she had never mentioned to anyone.

He reached out and undid the snap from the ring on her collar and then seized
Prue by the nose ring and drew her away from her sisters to a large chair, a
match for the couch in black leather and gleaming chrome.

"OW OW OW OW OW."

The nose is a very tender area and Prue yelped with pain as he forced her
across the room and over to the gleaming, modern, chrome and leather piece
of furniture and up onto it so that she was kneeling on it, and faced away
from the room, her head bent down and her butt cheeks up in the air. He
snapped a clip at the top of the chair onto her nose ring and then before
she could react, had her ankles locked in the clamps of a spreader bar,
leaving her legs spread and her womanhood vulnerable. Then he paused to
admire the picture presented for his enjoyment, of Prue's marvellous round
asscheeks, held available there for his eye's delight and then his hands
took immediate advantage of that, as he clasped both ass cheeks and firmly
squeezed the warm silk covered flesh before bringing his nose down to her
crotch and snuffling deeply, the erotic musky odour of her filling his
nostrils. A finger slid between her spread legs began to stroke her panty
covered pussy, pressing the silk against her suddenly swollwn lips.

"Gaaaaawk". Prue lurched and cried out, her cries muffled by the gag but
he had no intention of stopping. Prue was outraged but she was helpless to
prevent him from doing as he pleased.

"Sensitive are we" he commented as if he were describing a pleasing
characteristic in a painting or a sculpture. Prue wriggled vigorously,
attempting to dislodge him but it was no use. She was fastened securely
in the position he wanted her and would stay there till he decided to
release her. He did however remove her gag with the wave of his hand that
sent a bolt of blue lightning to engulf her, silhouetting her briefly
before fading away. A second gesture and a tail suddenly sprouted from
Prue's ass. Literally a tail, waving gently where it protruded from Prue's
asshole. Upon closer examination it became apparent that the tail in fact
terminated in a buttplug that was buried in Prue's tight little fundament
right up to the outsized base that prevented it from getting lost inside
her. Each time she swished her hips she wagged her tail as if in canine
greeting. Prue felt herself getting more and more excited by his masterful
treatment so that even as she boiled with outrage she boiled with passion.

Nigel/D'Jango had been waiting eagerly for an opportunity to explore Prue
Halliwell's sexy body and he loved having women in bondage. He had the
chance to play now and he planned to take full advantage of his opportunity.
As she bent over the back of the lounge chair the ankle restraints kept her
available and she was unable to resist as he cupped his hand between her
legs and began playing with her fur fringed pussy, using his fingers to roll
her clit around as she tried vainly to avoid the contact. Her tail wagged
furiously but he wouldn't allow her to succeed in avoiding his manipulations
as he frigged her gently but continuously, stroking her till she was on the
verge of exploding, but then he stopped touching her, just when she was
about to burst.

Prue had begun to gasp and pant as his fingers slipped and rolled and slid
around and around, now touching her clit, now stroking her lips, but never
quite placing sufficient pressure to allow her the bliss she had sought so
eagerly.

"You bastard" she cried, squirming her hips in an unconcious attempt to get
some attention on her clit.

"What's the matter dear" he inquired solicitously. "Tell daddy what's wrong."
He stroked his hand to within a hairsbreadth of her little clit button,
careful not to do anything to send her over the edge. "Does snookums want to
cum? Hmmmm? Ask me nicely and maybe I'll let you. Tell me what a slut you are
and ask me to fingerfuck that greedy pussy of yours."

"No, never" gasped the beautiful young witch as she writhed helplessly,
trying to resist, trying not to impale herself on the fingers stroking her
so relentlessly.

"Never come? Oh surely you don't mean that. I bet you'd love to cum. Hmmm?"

"Yes. I mean no. I mean.... Oh god I can't stand it." Prue's voice was
beginning to shake with the urgency of her need, her hips writhing
uncontrollably but she was never quite able to get enough pressure on
herself to reach orgasm. It would be his decision as to when she would
cum.

Prue had dreamed this fantasy many times, alone in her room at night, wanting
some man to come along and take her, forcing her body to grant him whatever
he wished, relieving her of all responsibility, absolving her of all guilt.
The Bitch fantasy was just the latest manifestation of her secret need to
surrender to a man, to become a subservient little slut.

Secret because she denied it even to herself, insisting that she wanted a man
who would respect her and treat her like a lady. Denied her own fantasy life
by treating men like she was a queen and they merely her servants. Denied it
but was never happy with men who allowed her to get away with such treatment.
Secretly she hoped some masterful male would force her to admit that she was
really a slut, a secret wet pussied slut. But only for the right man.

Prue despised most men. She'd always had issues with her father's
abandonment. She yearned for a father figure in her life, a man who would
resue her from the need to be so damn responsible all the time. All the
Halliwell girl's suffered from a need to submit to a man. Now they were
going to get the chance.

Bound and bearing the marks of her punishment, Prue was aroused to a fever
pitch without his even getting his cock out of his pants. The young beauty
was helpless in the grasp of her own desires made manifest, the dreams of
dark desire that she herself had released into the world. So she knew what
was coming because she herself had dreamed it, fantasized it, masturbated
to it and she vividly remembered all her dreams, knew the extremes that her
lusty young mind inisted on imagining. Prue was no prude in her fantasies
even by California standards. She had the nasty, naughty, deliciously wicked
thoughts of a normal, hormone drenched, young woman. Now those secret dreams
of hers were going to come true. The sort of thoughts that made her pussy
tingle in that special way that both shamed and excited her. Thoughts about
getting fucked into a frenzy by a handsome but demanding man. An
uncompromising, perhaps even cruel man. She didn't care if he was a good man
or a bad man as long as he was all man.

She shouted out her joy as he danced his fingers all around her clit while a
wordless torrent of moan burst from the creaming girl's gasping mouth and
her eyes rolled back into her head. She quivered, then screamed aloud before
sagging back in a relaxed spraddle.

"You're my slut" he whispered into her ear as he began to slide his first two
fingers in and out in a gentle sawing motion. She was to be allowed no time
to rest, she was to be forced to another orgasm as quickly as possible and
already he could feel more juices starting to ooze from her steaming quim.
"Your body belongs to me now, all of you belongs to me. Your first thought in
the morning is of me and your last thought at night is of me. And in between
you serve me. Now get on your knees."

He pulled his fingers from her quim and showed her the sticky wetness that
coated them before he brought them to his lips, opened his mouth and tasted
her sweetness, enjoying the musky flavour. Then he was standing over her as
she knelt on command, her long dark hair spread over his feet and her ass
raised up to be the highest part of her. He stepped around behind her and
took both buttcheeks in his hands and spread her wide, her most intimate
secrets displayed to the world, both the secret crinkled rose of her anus
and the swollen, blood engorged lips of her already excited sex. He stuck a
thumb in her and slid it in right to the base as her eyes bulged madly and
she lost control for a moment, hips lurching in a vain attempt to escape
being treated like a little fucktoy.

"Easy bitch." The possessiveness tone in his voice was palpable, his hands
forcing her hips to be still again while he poised the blunt smooth head of
his glans at the heated, fur fringed mouth of her pussy, rubbing the weighted
hardness over and about the dripping entrance, nudging against her clit and
making her writhe with desire. "Tell daddy what you want. Ask him nicely and
maybe you'll get what you want. Or if you really don't want to speak up maybe
one of your sisters can perform in your place."

He stood up and stood back with folded arms while the eldest Charmed One
howled meaningless threats as to what she would do if he so much as touched
her beloved sisters. "I think she likes me" he said to Phobe and Piper with
a smile. At this Prue redoubled her efforts to break loose, not caring about
the show she was putting on. She would cheerfully have torn him into little
shreds and then burned them. She could not fathom what had happened to her
powers. She was no longer a powerful witch, she was merely a woman, helpless
in front of a male and about to be ravished. It was her dream come true. She
secretly yearned to lay down her burden of rsposibilities and just be a
woman, though she would never admit to anyone what her secret fantasies were.
Now she had no choice in the matter, no choice at all. She was dripping as a
result, more vulnerable than she had ever felt before, and more thrilled by
that than she would have cared to admit.

Prue had always insisted on being the contolling partner in her relationships
with men. She had grown used to being the responsible one early in life and
had never learned to let someone else be in control, even though she truly
longed to lay down her burden of responsibility. This time, she had
absolutely no say in what was going to happen to her.

She was humiliated to be treated as if she were a naughty little girl being
punished by a guardian. Quite the role reversal as she had been the guardian,
been the one to punish Piper and Phobe when they needed to be disciplined for
some carelessness or prank. It was making her humiliated and horny. Her clit
was stiff and fiery hot. Which humiliated her even more. Which made her
hornier than ever.

He began to unbutton his shirt and undo his pants, the zipper making a loud
rasping noise as he did so. Slowly he removed his belt, letting the leather
run through his fingers before catching the end and snapping the belt between
his hands. The sound hung there in the room.

Unable to see what was happening behind her but aware of the sounds, Prue
instinctively froze into absolute immobility. The beltstrap whirred through
the air before landing with a sharp whap, but he struck only the leather of
Prue's chair. Prue's hips lurched uncontrollably at the sound.

"Spank I said and spank I meant". 'SPLAT' This time the slap was of palm
on posterior and a scarlet splotch appeared on her right buttock. Though
certainly not as painful as the belt, to be spanked as if she were a
delinquent child or a disobedient bitch was definitely much more
humiliating and she tried to ignore what was happening as if being stoic
made the calloused hand swatting her bottom at random intervals somehow
less real.

Between swats he stripped himself naked, facing away from Phoebe and Piper
so that they were able to see only his muscled back and powerful legs and
Prue was unable to see him at all because he was behind her. With his back
still towards them he began to flex his muscles, impressing the women with
his physique in spite of themselves. When he turned around they were even
more impressed, in fact they both turned away, then slowly looked back as
if unable to believe their eyes. His massive cock was already hard and in
spite of themselves the two young witches couldn't help but wonder what a
monster that big was going to feel like inside them when it was their turn
to get fucked.

Nigel/D'Jango enjoyed seeing their reaction. "Say hello to my little friend.
I see you like Mr Happy. All the girls do. I had to give him a name of
course, no one likes all their important decisions to be made by a total
stranger." He smiled at Piper and Phoebe who simply stared, since they were
still gagged and unable to speak.

He turned back to Prue and cupped the mound of her pussy gently, the lips
pulsing softly against the same palm that had just reddened her ass so
effectively. A sticky cream was leaking from her and he felt her try to
increase the pressure against his hand by small, subtle movements of her
hips. "Oh, yes, Princess Prue definitely likes me" he taunted.

Prue was shocked by the sheer strength of her arousal at being bound and
spanked and she was taken completely by surprise when he pulled the
dildo/tailpiece out of her butt. She gasped as the biggest diameter portion
came from just inside the ring of her asshole before pausing as the rapidly
tapered plug was squeezed out quickly. He kept teasing that ring of muscle
by running the tip around and around her tight little anus and popping it
just barely in and out of her exposed little rosehole. Then he placed his
left hand in the small of her back, just beside her bound arms and used his
right hand to remorselessly re-impale her ass with the buttplug in a slow
forcing of the breach that she silently resisted by squeezing her ass muscles
as tightly shut as possible but she found herself yielding to him despite her
best efforts to prevent entry. A firm and steady sawing motion, back and
forth with his arm brought the plug in and out like a piston, each trip
helping to loosen the rectal muscles surrounding her anus. Regardless of her
efforts to remain immobile Prue couldn't stop herself from twitching
helplessly when he touched some particularly sensitive spot deep in her ass
and a slowly rising heat seemed to be enveloping her body, spreading from
the searing buttocks outwards like a flame.

Prue realized that her pussy was abolutely drenched now, her crotch a sopping
wet steamy jungle. But it was an uninhabited jungle and she wanted more than
anything else for someone to explore that jungle thoroughly. Instead he
halted his actions just when she was yearning anxiously for him to continue.
"I like you too darlin' but I think I'll let you simmer for awhile. There's
a whole feast here. I wouldn't want to eat so much of the appetizer I had no
room for the other courses let alone desert". And with another slap on her
ass he turned away from Prue back to the duo still on the couch.

Prue was speechless. She coudn't very well call him back without revealing
her previous protests to be mere hypocrisy. She'd rather die than submit to
the humiliation of begging him, in front of her sisters, to continue with
his caresses. No matter what it cost her body as it ached for his touch, she
couldn't allow the need he had aroused deep within her to take total control
even if it felt so fantastic that she was dripping with need. She had to
maintain her composure. She told herself it was for her sisters' sake but it
was only the rapidly vanishing remnants of her pride. A fierce pride that was
all that prevented her from begging him not to stop.

"Let's try baby sister. She looks ravishing in that dress don't you think? I
bet she'll be even more ravishing without it, let's see."

With a gesture Piper and Phoebe's gags vanished just like Prue's had
earlier. Phoebe was quickly stripped of her clothing since she preferred
outfits designed for easy removal. She now wore make-up, jewelry, cuffs,
collar and heels. He slipped his hands over her full young tits and
squeezed happily. Phoebe was obviously trying to say something, but he
blocked her mouth with his to keep her from issuing more than wordless
grunts and moans as he manhandled her boobs. His kiss was hard and
domineering, demanding her submission and she thrilled to the way all
her most secret desires were being fulfilled. Phoebe loved to be forcibly
fucked and dominated. After all, her lover was a demon.

Phoebe had great tits, full and firm and round, with adorable tip tilted
nipples that stood proud and hard, at attention like good little soldiers.
He pinched one between thumb and forefinger and used the grip to pull her
breast out from her chest and deform the soft flesh cruelly. Phoebe refused
to give him the satisfaction of listening to her beg for a mercy that she
was certain would not be shown.

He continued to maul her boobs for several minutes before he led her in
turn, by the nose, over to the desk. Very like he'd done with Prue he
clipped her collar by a leash to the far side of the desk and cuffed her
spread ankles to the legs on this side, bending her at the waist so that
her nipples were forced against the cold hard wood of the desk, causing
them to pop into diamond chip hardness. "You're the martial artist aren't
you. Black-belt Barbie. Well I'm going to teach you some ancient eastern
secrets that I know you're going to love. Ben-Wa balls and the delights
of the delayed orgasm. We're going to delay yours till I decide you've
earned the right to have an orgasm. Then I'll make you cum till your
brains turn to pussyjuice and leak out your ears. After that you'll be
my devoted little pleasure slave. Yes, I see you like that idea" he said
as Phoebe flinched at his touch.

'WHAP'

Phoebe had been so intent on his words she hadn't been watching his actions
so the blazing sting of the swat as it seared across her asscheeks took her
completely by surprise. The sheer surprise ensured that no more than a yelp
escaped her lips but her ass writhed madly under the sting and a scarlet
handprint appeared, floating on the milky white skin of Phoebe's tender young
rump. Then he licked along the red mark on her ass with his hot tongue, the
flames from which threatened to rage out of control as she gushed juices and
the air was again filled with the rank hot odour of a woman in the throws of
passion. Unlike her eldest sister, Phoebe had long ago realized that she
enjoyed being tied up, spanked, and then fucked by a powerful male. She had
enjoyed such things for years and the current experience was even better than
any previous one as he coated his fingers with her juices and then began
lazily circling her clit with his fingertips, making her moan helplessly.

"Beltazar will kill you for this you bastard" she gasped.

"To hell with Beltazar."

Then he bent over her and pressed himself tightly against her so that his
engorged cock was caught right in the crack of her ass. His lips brushed her
ear and he whispered promises of perversions to come as he placed the first
Ben-wa ball at the opening of her quim and used his thumb to insert it
gently, ensuring that it was fully inside her before bringing the second
ball up to the entrance and repeating the procedure. Then he picked up a
vibrator and turned it on.

Buzzzzzz.

The sound seemed to trip a release and Phoebe began to squirm furiously but
she had no way to stop him as he inserted the vibrator and used it to press
the ben-wa balls deep inside her despite her best efforts at resistance.
With the vibrator fully inserted he held her still, like an insect impaled
on the pin of a collector, and suddenly pressed his lips tightly against
the crinkled brown hole of her anus as if to prove his claim to every square
inch of her body. Phoebe was no stranger to anal sex but was more used to
having her little asshole forced by a hard cock than being the beneficiary
of such a warm wet tongue's hot caresses. And she liked it. A lot. So much
so that she pressed herself back on his tongue, allowing her rectum to relax
slightly so that his probing tongue could enter a little further into her
tight anal passage. The humming dildo in her pussy made it impossible to
think straight as her twitching hips caused wonderful sensations to emanate
from the sextoys deep inside her creamy young snatch. This made her gyrate
her hips even more but without any way to get more pressure on her clit she
was not able to gain any relief from the maddening itch centered between her
legs.

Withdrawing the vibrator from Phoebe he watched entranced as the ben-wa balls
rolling around inside her kept bringing her delightful feelings of pleasure
as she shifted her weight from side to side. By rolling her hips she could
bring herself a constant stream of delicious sexual arousal which, though not
sufficient to satisfy, in practice resulted in a most entertaining dance by a
very attractive feminine ass. When she realized that she was providing such a
show Phoebe tried to curb her movements but when she suceeded in quelling the
twitches, Nigel/D'Jango had an answer that proved most effective.

Only Piper could see what he was doing as he took the thin whalebone switch
and flexed it between his hands. Piper knew that a blow from this instrument
hurt like a searing brand as he raised it slowly above the unsuspecting
Phoebe who had closed her eyes to concentrate on resistance to the
sensations.

'THWACK'

Phoebe's eyes flew open at the lash of the switch and a tidalwave of agony
flared so overwhelming that she could not catch her breath in order to scream
filled her world.

Piper saw the ruby red weal on the milky white butt cheek and the fantastic
gyrations of her hips as the pain exploded across Phoebe's ass. Nigel/D'Jango
was hard as a rock now and he played with himself with one hand while the
other still clasped the switch. Phoebe shook her butt as never before, trying
in vain to shake off the agony he had inflicted. Now a bellow of pain burst
forth. No hero appeared in the nick of time.

'THWACK'

A second line of fire blistered her seared rump.

"AIEEEE. Stop it, stop it. I'll do it, I'll do it. Whatever you want I'll do
it. Please don't hit me again" Phoebe squealed. After even one blow from the
fearsome piece of whalebone Phoebe would have done anything, said anything,
agreed to anything but he made no demands, offered no options to end the
flogging.

'THWACK'.

"No" he said, "Piper will do it. Right, Piper?"

A third welt had appeared, each of them evenly spaced across the satiny soft
skin, and he dropped the switch to pick up a camera and took a series of
snaps of Phoebe as she involuntarily posed for the perfect picture of a fair
maid in bondage.

His mammoth cock was as hard as an iron bar as he stood in front of Piper
stroking it calmly, the tip bobbing mere inches from her warm red lips. "If
you want me to stop beating your sister then I want something from you, Miss
'Goody Two Shoes' Halliwell. I want your best, wettest, sloppiest blow job.
With lots of tongue action. Or else---". He raised the switch in silent
threat and waved it towards Phoebe.

"Yes, yes, just don't hit her again." Piper agreed immediately, determined
that Phoebe would be spared further pain whatever Piper herself suffered. She
kept her eyes fastened to his as he used his hand to guide the knob of his
cock while it smeared that drop over those lips, and rub his glans over the
velvet skin of her cheek and into the silken coolness of her long dark hair.

"On your knees witch. You don't need hands, just use that pretty mouth."
From her knees in front of him Piper looked up at her tormentor hesitantly,
her doe eyes wide and fearful as he placed a large hand at the back of her
head and held her in place while he thrust forward to rub his still pants
covered cock and balls against Pipers lovely face and luscious lips. She
involuntarily felt the hardness of his manhood as it brushed across her
face. It was fully hard and already she could tell he was a very big man
where it counts. The thought of what was about to happen excited Piper even
while she hated it. She had a very good idea that things would never be the
same for her and her sisters after tonight.

Piper was of course a California girl and no stranger to oral sex. She wasn't
as experienced as her siblings (she was engaged to a Whitelighter after all)
but she had always taken pride in her abilities to entice and enchant men.
She just didn't practice those wiles as frequently as her sisters. Oral sex
was simply one of the most effective tools for manipulating men, so she had
made a point of learning to give great blow jobs. She just didn't give them
very often. Only very special lovers got treated to her best efforts. In fact
she hadn't even done that for Leo yet, she was holding something back for the
honeymoon. So she was more humiliated than horrified at the demands that
their captor was making, but her love for Phoebe left her no alternative
other than co-operation as she could not stand the thought of that awful
switch beating her sister's tender ass.

Piper could not help licking her dry lips in a suggestively erotic manner.
When she realised that he was staring at her mouth she blushed a lovely
shade of crimson but she was determined not to fail Phoebe. His hands on
her shoulders moved her into position in front of him and pushed her down
to her knees, his crotch at the level of her face and he clasped himself
with one hand and took a firm hold of her hair in the other, using that
hold to keep her motionless as he rubbed his cock demeaningly across her
pretty face, the soft warmth of her skin as exciting to him as a shot of
cocaine. A trail of his slippery precum left the hot rank musk of him
filling her nostrils and she found herself unexpectedly getting a thrill
from the knowledge that this extraordinarily powerful man wanted her,
wanted to possess her body, wanted to make love to her and was willing to
take very real risks to make that happen. She'd never been as comfortable
about sexuality as her sisters but suddenly, inexplicably, Piper was
aroused. Her body was betraying her mind and despite fact that the anger
and hatred she felt towards him was just as strong as ever, her breasts
were aching for his touch and her clit was suddenly fiery hot and stiff.
She groaned and surrendered, reaching out to cup his balls tenderly with
one hand and use the other to grab hold of the fine fat cock and press a
burning passionate kiss on the very tip before kissing and licking her
way down the shaft to where she could lick his testicles.

"I knew you were a hot piece" he said. "Lick those balls."

Taking one testicle inside her warm mouth she sucked deeply while drawing
her head back, stretching his ball sack out till it pulled free with an
audible smacking sound, and she dove back to kiss his scrotum, recapturing
her prey and shaking her head back and forth as if she were a lioness
making a kill. But while baring those pearly whites of hers she was careful
to be gentle with him at all times, knowing just how tender and sensitive
a man's balls actually were. He enjoyed her mock fierceness alternated with
much gentle licking and kissing while he lay back at ease, watching her
efforts and enjoying the sight of his luscious victim's performance as much
as he enjoyed the lascivious sensations her torrid tongue-bath inflicted on
his heavy cream filled nuts.

"That's the stuff, Piper. Play with my balls, bitch. I want to see that
pretty pink tongue working. Lick. Yeah, that's the way. Good girl."

Piper hated the way he was treating them but the humiliations he was forcing
on them were having their effects on her. Piper had a secret urge to submit
to a masterful man. Whether it was nature or nurture all three of the
Halliwell sisters shared more than their dark good looks, they also shared
a secret passion to be dominated, humiliated, and sexually abused by their
lovers. That taste accounted for Phoebe's attraction to a demonic being in
human form in the person of Belthazar, for Prue's series of unsatisfying
relationships when she tried to be the boss and it was fleeing that side of
her character that had driven Piper to bed a Whitelighter. But fearing her
nature did not change it. Piper was more aroused by the casual commands of
their captor than Leo's most ardent caresses or earnest attempts to please
her.

This man did not even try to please her. He commanded her to please him
instead, physically assaulted her and her sisters and by so doing blasted
his way through all of Piper's carefully erected defenses. She could feel
the trickle of wetness flowing from her drooling snatch. She kissed and
licked her way up the shaft as it lay throbbing against his belly, up to
where she could catch one of his nipples between her teeth and nip it
sharply. Using one hand in her hair her hair as a handle he turned her
beautiful face up to his gaze while he used his other hand to slap her
face with his slab of cockmeat. This debasement filled Piper with lust and
she wished very much that her sisters weren't present to see her reactions.
She wanted to be fucked. Not loved, not treated like an equal, not asked
for permission. Fucked. Sweaty bodies, thrashing limbs, urgent cries and
blissful abandon. She bit her lips to keep from begging and redoubled her
efforts to get him off instead, using her soft hand to stroke the wonderful
thickness of him as she licked eagerly with her tongue, gobbling his knob
while her long dark hair spilled over his thighs and tickled them and her
talented tongue lapped, licked and laved as her other hand gently cupped
his balls. She was rewarded with a groan of pleasure from him. Up and down,
up and down her head bobbed wanting to bring an end to this before she lost
control in front of Prue and Phoebe. Nigel/D'Jango was too experienced to
allow himself to be brought off before he was ready, before he had fully
enjoyed himself, Piper's wants being of no consideration at all. He paused,
holding himself still, deep in her throat with her nose buried in his pubic
hair, his eyes fixed on hers, holding her there, exulting in the domination
of the sexy witch till she dropped her eyes, unable to meet the intensity
of his gaze.

Pulling back off his cock she pursed her lips and allowed a stream of her
saliva to dribble down onto the head of his prick, then used her lips to
spread the spit completely over his dick, getting him good and wet so she
could slide his massive member more easily down her throat. This time when
she pulled back she bounced his cock happily on her tongue as she began
telling him what a man he was, flattering him shamelessly. Men in rut are
complete fools, their vanity makes them easy to manipulate for a good
looking woman willing to tell them what they want to hear. Many times the
sisters had marvelled at some man's gullibilty. Could she count on that
now?

"I love it when a man has such a big cock." She kissed it gently. Already
there was a dribble of pre-cum that she smeared over her lips by swinging
her head back and forth. "I bet you can really cum big too. I can tell
'cause you've got such big balls." She kissed his balls. Then she surprised
him completely when she stuck a finger up his ass and began to massage his
prostate gland. He knew that Piper thought that she would shorten her ordeal
this way, but she was in for a surprise. He really liked her efforts though,
and the unconcious way she was rubbing her pussy. If she wanted dirty talk
he could deliver that as well.

He said "Piper is a dirty girl. A nasty little secret slut. A slut who needs
to serve a man, not a wimp like that boyfriend Leo you've got. Needs a man
with a big cock to suck on. Suck that cock girl."

To her horror, Piper got a tremendous rush from being ordered around like
this, so that she quivered with delight even as she resented the insult to
Leo. Oh God she thought, she really was a secret slut. That thought
humiliated her all over again which merely turned her on even more. So much
so that she opened her mouth and screamed her way through a surprise orgasm
that seemed to come from nowhere with the impact of a speeding train and
left her drained and spent, unable to collect her thoughts but she realized
that this was not normal behavior for her. It was him, she realized. He had
done something to her which made her act this way. The realisation didn't
make up for the fact the she had never cum so hard in her life. And the fact
that she wanted more.

"Fuck me. Please". The words left her mouth before she could stop them. She
was caught in the magic of his power, the power of a fertility god, the
ancient call of mindless rut that powers life itself.

With a blue flash, Leo popped into the room, just in time to hear Piper's
plea and come screaming to her...? Rescue? Whether or not she would have
welcomed his efforts, they failed utterly. Leo was unable to grasp him.
Literally. His hands passed right through as if there was nothing there.
Or as if Leo wasn't there. While he could see perfectly and even be seen
by the three sisters, he was unable to take corporeal form or solid being.
Leo was an angel who was powerless to intervene in an affair of higher
beings, such as gods, even fertility gods. But he could watch. And of
course his presence made the situation more humiliating for Piper and,
perversely, that made her even more aroused. "Leo help me" she cried.
"Fuck me. Somebody, anybody just fuck me like the secret slut I am and
love to be." But Leo was useless, unable to interfere with Nigel/D'Jango's
slow, deliberate subjugation of The Charmed Ones.

"Yes. yes, oh yes just like that" she cried. "Fuck me good. Nice and slow
and deep with that long hard cock. That's it, that's it. Keep doing that,
keep doing it just like that. OOOOOOOHHHHHH YESSSSSS." Despite, or perhaps
because of, her boyfriend's presence Piper was so horny that she had lost
control of herself and was whimpering weakly, a conquered, servile slut at
the service of her master. Her owner. Her very god.

Piper's hips were a blur of motion as they swung and gyrated madly, her
petite form was pressed tightly to his chiselled bulk, using her body to
please him, rubbing herself against him like a cat in heat. He loved the
wordless cries of satisfaction that were wrung from her throat as she
found herself coming again and again, great gut wrenching waves of delight
washing through her whenever she pictured herself as her sister's must now
be seeing her, as an abject slut. The thought triggered still more thrills
as she rushed to submit to her new god. Worshipping was never as much fun
as this before.

Piper was well satiated well before he withdrew his shaft and brought it up
to her face. "Open" he ordered and she did, sticking out her tongue so that
the first stream of cum went straight down her throat where it seemed to
detonate like a bomb as every muscle in her body locked in spasm, overloading
her nervous system and searing her mind with his power to bring her pleasure.
The next blast burst against her upper lip and gushed over her velvet cheek.
Others splattered her tits.

After the first several spurts he pulled away from her and turned to Phoebe
where she was bent over the desk, her well whipped buttocks wealed in purple
with a small streak of blood where she had bled from the crop. He fired the
last couple of blasts over the marks and rubbed it into the skin, her ass
cheeks cringing away from the pain of the massage on such tender markings.
Somehow though the semen seemed to bring a soothing warmth to her ass cheeks.
A not unpleasant sensation at all. It seemed to spread a soothing relief so
that she sighed and relaxed. He knew that the relief would soon turn to a
need for attention that simply would not be denied.

Piper had reacted to the splatter of sperm that coated her face and gullet
by having the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced. As if jolted by
an electric current her body stiffened and she was as motionless as a statue
for several long moments before enduring a series of muscle spasms made her
quake with the efforts to release her pent up passions. Never had she ever
imagined that sex could be so...so...so hot, so sticky-wet, so essential.
Never again would she settle for the pale imitation orgasms that other men
had given her. She knew now that nothing else could come even close to sex
with this man. Gone was the good girl who had submitted only for the sake of
her sibling. Now Piper was facing some realities that she had never known.
Leo had never inspired her to anything like such hights of passion. A man who
could make love... no, who could fuck her,.... the way this man could, was a
man she wasn't about to give up.

When she regained some semblance of self-control she raised her face to him
and simply said "Thank you. I've never felt anything like that. I'll suck
your cock for you anytime." She meant every word, her sisters' predicament
having lost all effect on her. She wanted more sex, more orgasms like the
ones she'd just experienced. Nothing mattered but pleasing the man who could
make her feel like THAT. Her mouth watered at the thought and her pussy
hungered. She adored him now, venerated his cock and worshipped the way he
could bring her to orgasm as easily as flicking a switch.

Prue and Phoebe were outraged at the statement. "Piper, how could you. He
assaulted all three of us and you just beg for more. What has he done to
you? You know you're not yourself. You can't be or you'd never say such a
thing."

"Well you've never felt his cock in your mouth spurting cum. Never felt the
thrill of it growing in your hand as you watch or the exquisite taste of his
fresh hot cum bursting over your tongue." Piper, who wouldn't normally say
shit if she stepped in it was deliberately trying to shock her sisters. She
felt freer than she had ever felt before, as if an enormous weight had been
lifted from her. She lay her head on his belly and snuggled closer to the
man whose sperm was dripping slowly down her face. Her tongue began searching
out little driblets of sperm and whenever she encountered a blob she slurped
it eagerly into her mouth, and tremors of delight rippled through her when
she suceeded in getting more of the taste she needed. "Please" she said.
"How soon can we do it again?"

The other two Halliwells switched their attention back to Nigel/D'Jango.
"You fiend" said Prue. "What have you done to her."

"You'll find out soon enough. Call it a love potion. Personally delivered.
You can see the effects when delivered in swallowed form, but even when
absorbed through the skin the effects are the same, they merely take longer
to manifest themselves. Soon Phoebe you'll find your own body reacting to
me with the same helpless desire that Piper is experiencing. You're going
to be my bitch. You'll belong to me, body and soul, loving every degrading
minute of every sex act I force you to perform. I want you and Prue to know
what's coming. You feel it now, don't you Phoebe? A warmth spreading through
you, taking command of your senses, a hunger growing in your belly."

"No...no..." moaned the sultry sexpot, youngest of the Halliwell sisters
but her denial was in vain. Already she could feel a warm flush suffuse her
cheeks and she felt a bead of perspiration on her upper lip which she licked
away sexily. Her body was reacting just the way he had claimed. As she knelt,
bound and vulnerable she was suddenly aware that she was dripping wet. When,
from behind, he simply stroked the tips of his fingers along her flank, she
felt as if they left trails of fire. But though her body had succumbed to the
insidious fate planned for her, Phoebe still was mentally defiant, unwilling
to surrender herself to the physical urges of her body although she was
trying to get some sort of pressure on her fiery hot clit. But to no avail.
Her bonds held her too securely to permit any such action. Phoebe found
herself starting to take deeper breaths now, having to will herself to relax
and not to plead for his touch on her wet sticky pussy. Oh God, why was she
thinking like that. It could NOT be true, could NOT be happening, but she
felt the delicious lassitude of submission fill her as his big hands cradled
her generous breasts before squeezing gently. Her nipples popped to
attention, tingling with the blood as it was engorging those pink gum drops,
and she said "Please. Don't do this" but she was already thrusting her tits
out as if begging for more attention, her breathing now ragged as she was
suddenly panting, needing more oxygen to fill the blood as it rushed to her
swelling breasts. Phoebe had the largest boobs of any of the sisters, though
each girl was wonderfully sexy in her own uniquene style.

Phoebe could feel the heat from his body as it drew closer to her naked
back, feel something at once hard and soft, then she lurched forward as she
realized just what had poked her in the spine. But his arms gripped her and
drew her to him, pressing her satin skinned back against his chest, and
trapping his cock between the cheeks of her ass, pressing along the entire
length, huge and hot and hard.

She had snuck a peek at him when he forced Piper to suck him off and the
thought of that gorgeous prick that was now threatening to pierce her vitals
was, inexplicably, the most thrilling idea she could imagine. For some reason
she could think of nothing but cock, nothing but how wonderful it would feel
to be fucked by a big, strong man. Her whole world now seemed focused on
getting fucked. Phoebe would never have believed that she could want sex with
the demon-god who had assaulted her sisters so brutally and whipped her own
naked ass till she screamed. But now she would sell her soul for that fat
cock, sliding in and out, in and out oh god she wanted that cock. She moaned.

"Ha-he-he" he chuckled, and tweaked her nipples. "You know better than
either Pru or Piper what you're going to feel. You've been through it before.
Remember when the sin of lust escaped and took possession of you. You told
your sisters about how you suddenly found yourself down on your knees,
undoing your ethics professor's pants with your teeth, and then you claimed
to have told him it was just an example of an ethical dilemma. But you lied
didn't you Pheebs? Hmmmm? You not only made him blow his load down your
throat, but you dragged him to the floor and dilemma'ed his brains out."

Phoebe was totally humiliated by the revelation of her most embarrassing
secret, how she really earned that A, and she felt herself blushing in shame.
"It wasn't me. I was possessed" she proclaimed. Too late she realized that
she had admitted the truth of his words.

"Well, this time you can blame the potion. Anyway, don't be ashamed, your
sisters have their own sex secrets. Piper, tell us all about an embarassing
sexual escapade. Why don't you tell us how your seduced Prue's boyfriend.
You remember Andy, her dead lover, how you 'consoled' him after Prue broke
a date they'd made?"

"What!" screamed Prue, aghast at her sister's betrayal. "You mealy-mouthed
little roundheeled slut, Piper. How could you?"

"How was I supposed to know you cared the way you treated him? You broke that
date to spend a night with some guy you'd just met in a pool hall. Speaking
of round heels! Besides, who cares about Andy?"

Piper had recovered from the fabulous orgasm she had achieved when she
tasted Nigel/D'Jango's cum, with it's mind altering properies, but it's
effects had already begun their insidious work. This had included binding
special receptors to Piper's DNA, which were engaged only by his DNA, his
sperm, his scent, his taste. She was totally subjugated to this man. She
had forgotten any interest in every other man she'd ever felt the slightest
attraction for, including Leo, her fiance.

"You have no idea" said Nigel/D'Jango. "Tell them Pru, how you really met
Andy. When he caught you smoking that big fat joint. It was his fat joints
you were sucking next."

Drugs??? Prue??? Blackmailed into sex with Andy? Her sisters looked at each
other for a long moment, then turned and stared at Prue.

"Well I never said I was perfect. I straightened out after that" said Prue
defiantly.

"Well you sure acted like you thought you were perfect" said Piper. "You
little slut" she added.

Phoebe merely gasped as Nigel/D'Jango's hands continued to toy with her clit
and circle her dripping pussy while his cock reamed her steadily. "OOOOhhhhhh
myyyyyyyy ggooooodddddd" she moaned as the dizzying rush of intense pleasure
wracked her body. She had no concern with what her sisters were talking about
and they in turn seemed to ignore her as she screamed out in lust and passion
and desire.

Phoebe was rapidly coming to a boil, not having had the relief afforded
Piper. The Ben-Wa balls were driving her wild. She yearned for her orgasmic
release like a parched desert yearns for rain. A simple stark need that
turned to a natural bloom. Despite the fact that he had just come all over
Piper's face and Phoebe's ass, Nigel never lost his erection. The power of
a god flowed through his loins and he was ready at once to continue his
conquest of the Charmed Ones by subjecting Phoebe to his insatiable lust.
She was certainly ready for him since the blast of semen on her striped ass
had a similar effect on her as on Piper. His was the only cock in her world
and she would do whatever he commanded because her pussy itched with need
whenever he touched her.

As he was touching her now, his hands clamping her ass cheeks tightly,
squeezing and playing with them, shaking them gently and parting them to
reveal the prominent mons and tiny anus. A warm wetness sneaked it's way
inside her ass and she realized that it was his tongue as it seared over
her genitals from top to bottom, bringing a loud yelp from the helpless,
naked young witch. For several long minutes he continued to tongue fuck
her ass hole while she squirmed in delight. Phoebe was very open about
her sexuality and had played the helpless maiden before. She loved to be
teased and tantalised and taunted before being ravished and it was more
than she could stand when he captured her clit between his lips and
nibbled on it very gently, sucking it and strumming it with his tongue
tip till she couldn't stand it and she had her first orgasm, as she
clamped his head between her thighs and humped his mouth furiously,
squealing and riding his face.

"AAAaaaaaaaaagggghhhhhh" cried Phoebe in a long wordless wail of surrender.
When she was finished, she sprawled limply on the desk, but he would have
none of it. Dragging her butt to the edge of the desk he placed his fingers
in her pussy and hooked out the toys before placing the head of his cock at
the slick entrance to her pussy. Then he relentlessly impaled her, driving
the fat shaft completely inside her fully lubricated snatch while she cried
out in helpless ecstacy. Resting his weight on his arms he stared down at
her beautiful face. She had closed her eyes but her mouth was opened in a
rictus of lust as the sensations swept through her. Then her eyes opened and
she found herself staring deeply into the gaze of a man whom she had not
known an hour ago, but who now was the center of her world. Raising her head
she clasped him tightly in her arms and burrowed her cheek in the hollow of
his shoulder, surrendering herself to him and the utter bliss she felt just
having him in her arms. Her generous boobs were pressed warmly against his
chest and their sensitive nipples scraped through his chest hair and over
the hard muscles, his blatant masculinity further arousing her.

Simply flexing his cock where it lay buried in her flat little belly forced
a moan from her. When he began slowly stirring his hips, each twitch of his
manhood caused ripples of delight to course through her. She tried to keep
him inside her, clamping her arms and legs and tight little pussy, but he
was simply stronger than she was and he would not be stopped, withdrawing
slowly till only the tip was inside, pausing, waiting till she was ready to
scream with anticipation before driving smoothly forward till he was once
more ensconced tightly within her warm welcoming depths. Each plunge forced
a squeal of delight from her lips, which began coming more and more closely
together as he built up speed finally merging into a single outburst of joy
as she once again orgasmed intensely, shuddering and gasping for air.

When she came back to earth she realized that he was still unspent and she
was very pleased at that so she kissed him, tasting his saliva, which
thrilled her in a way she'd never known. She wanted more of him, wanted to
give him more of her. Wanted to belong to him, totally, without reserve,
submitting herself to him completely. So she did, forgetting her own fiance
Cole, and yielding herself in abject abasement to her new master.

"Please" said Phoebe, "I want to suck your cock. I want to show you I'm a
better cocksucker than Piper. I can please you more than she can."

A little sibling rivalry he noted. He could use that.

Phoebe kissed him passionately, then began to lick her way down his chest to
his belly, her tongue exploring his navel, then continuing it's wet trek
through the thickets of pubic hair to the standing timber of his woody, and
on to his testicles which she began to play with, using her tongue eagerly,
her nose buried in the musky masuline odour of him and each breath caused
her to tingle in every fibre of her genetic being, shouting out to her that
this man was the one.

Her eyes opened and she gazed into his which were calm and serene while
hers were dark and wild. She found herself unable to meet his stare and she
dropped her eyes. For the first time in her life Phoebe felt intimidated,
unable to hold his gaze because it made her want to throw herself at his
feet. As if reading her mind he snapped his fingers and gestured to the
floor in front of him. She found herself on her knees in that spot. He stood
and repeated the gesture to Piper who also rushed to obey. "Kiss my feet" he
ordered and they knelt forward, placing both heads against his bare feet,
covering them with their soft silken tresses and exposing both vulnerable
necks in the age old submission of female to male. Piper too had flung
herself to him, clutching his knee as if fearful she might be forgotten.
She'd heard Phoebe's claim to superior blowjob skills and was damned well
pissed off that Phoebe would try to steal this hunk. Already she knew this
man was her destiny. To hell with Leo. She pressed her head against his
thigh and turned her pretty face up in supplication. But Piper was too smart
not to realize that a typical man would want to try another sister. She
wanted to please him so that he would appreciate her and let her serve him.
And to hell with Phoebe. And to hell with Prue too for she knew he had plans
for Prue that Piper suddenly wanted to watch. She pictured Prue being mounted
from behind like a stallion takes a mare. Or a dog takes a bitch in heat. She
pictured Phoebe with her legs wrapped around Nigel/D'Jango's waist while she
humped wildly. The sooner he did that the sooner he could get back to Piper
herself. She wanted to please her man as always, ever the good girl, the
peace maker, the middle sister, the pleaser.

"Fuck Prue next" she said smiling up at him. "Fuck the little bitch hard and
make her wail. Fuck her till she squeals while she licks my cunt. That would
be so nasty."

"Nasty minded little slut aren't you Piper? But we'll do things my way not
yours."

Phoebe should have been humiliated that a man refused her offer of oral sex,
but just the thought of watching Pru get fucked hard seemed to make her even
more excited. Just then he pushed her to her back and as she started to
speak, she felt her sister's slippery snatch drop onto her mouth and when
she naturally tried to push it off, all she could use was her tongue. The
resultant cry of triumph from Piper and the simultaneous finger manipulating
her little clit made Phoebe too horny to think and she worked herself
fiercely at both ends as she drenched his fingers with pussy juice and
eagerly swallowed that of her sister.

Piper was facing Nigel and periodically leaned forward to kiss him deeply,
lifting her snatch from Phoebe's mouth and allowing her to catch an
occasional breath. Nigel loved to play with multiple partners, kissing one
girl while fucking another or playing with her pussy. He sucked Piper's
tongue and played stinky finger with Phoebe for several minutes while each
woman became more and more enamoured with him as the effects of his potion
overwhelmed their responses.

That was when Cole appeared.

"No" Cole screamed and instantly he hurled a fireball at Nigel/D'Jango's
head. But as it came close a shield of invisible power repelled it and hurled
the fireball back in Cole's face as he roared in impotent rage, and shimmered
into a new form, the form of Balthazar. He charged, only to be stopped by the
invisible shield in a blaze of blue sparks and agonized screams. If you've
never heard a demon squall with pain, imagine an entire sounder of swine
burned alive or a single politician cut off from the public trough. But Cole
was no more able to influence events than Leo had been. Phoebe never even
glanced his way as Nigel/D'Jango began to force her to yield to him.

"Nice tits honey. You like that don't you? Like me playing with you? Sure you
do."

"No....don't....you can't..Please. Ohhhh mmmyyyy gggooodddd." A maelstrom of
emotions raged through her. She simply could not stop the physical wave of
lust that bore her away, carrying her to a place where anything but surrender
was unthinkable.

Her pubes were slick with her secretions as his fingers slipped down and
around, stroking and caressing her bare flanks and belly like a mare he had
purchased and was trying to gentle. She tried to close her legs but his knee
was there forcing them open and then the a cool jet of air blew from his
mouth against her burning clit, but instead of cooling her off she felt
another burst of wild delight race from her clit to the tip of her head. She
was aware this time of her sensual, pleading moans as her hips leapt like
she had been electrocuted.

Taking his own sweet time, Nigel/D'Jango delighted in tantalizing his lust
ensnared young victim. Fully aware of the effects of his cum, he loved making
his victims feel the full humiliating effects by making them beg for cock.
He began his campaign of conquest by preliminary explorations of just how
sensitive the back of a woman's knees can be, trailing soft warm kisses from
there to the very edge of the rise where her tender mons began and back,
again and again, first one leg and then the other. Phoebe would have been
pleading for him to do more but Piper's swollen pussylips were blocking any
words as they humped and rubbed their way across Phoebe's mouth, leaving a
shiny trail of juices from Piper's dripping snatch. He attacked her swollen
clit with his tongue and Phoebe lost her battle for self control, squirming
madly.

Even without words, the eager way Phoebe was squirming under his efforts was
testimony to her desire for him to continue. When he stopped licking and held
his tongue pressed tightly to her, she found herself rocking her cunt back
and forth on his tongue in time with Piper's cunt on her own mouth. She was
nowhere near cumming but the supreme sensitivity of her clit was making it
impossible to control her hips. Wnenever his tongue struck a particularly
sensitive nerve she lurched uncontrollably, sometimes mashing her pussy hard
against his mouth sometimes trying vainly to evade all contact. Ruthlessly he
licked and slurped every crevice, cranny and nook of her cunt while his hands
squeezed and played with her lovely young titties and Phoebe sucked her
sister to a noisy orgasm.

Piper cried out as she came, unable to believe how easily she had done so.
Piper had never had more than one or two orgasm in a night, ever, and had
found it hard to achieve even one with most lovers. Leo's patience and
understanding love had eased her ability to relax and enjoy sex but she
found it hard to do since her love life seemed always on the verge of
disaster, beset by forces she could neither control or understand, like
demonic attacks and the "RULES" of the Elders, capitalized in big red
letters. So her second orgasm in less than ten minutes was a personal
record. She could get to like this servitude she thought idly as she
continued to ride hes sister's face.

Phoebe was both fascinated and slightly repulsed both her own actions and by
Piper's noisy orgasm. She had never seen one of her sister's cumming before
although she had had a couple of sexual interludes, experimentation really,
with other girls from school. But to have her own sister's delicious pussy
juice dripping all over her face was somewhat repellent at first. Having to
lick her sister was more perverse than Phoebe had yet been although she
considered herself very open to her own sexuality. Each passing moment
however seemed to make everything seem more and more right as it became more
and more erotic, more overtly sexual. Phoebe loved sex. She was far more
experienced than Piper, though she wasn't certain about Pru, who kept her
own counsel when it came to her sex life. Phoebe felt a surge of need, deep
sexual hunger, rise from somewhere deep inside herself. She wanted cock.
Needed it like the stars need the sky.

She felt the velvet strength of him as he stroked his thick cock against the
satin skin of her thigh, it's heat searing her like a brand as he rubbed
closer and closer to the tiny opening of her vagina. She was soaked from her
own lust and the tip slipped just inside the entrance and paused. She tried
to push her hips forward but he held her so tightly that she couldn't move.
"Do you want something Phoebe? Maybe, if you ask nicely, I'll give it to you.
But you have to tell me what you want first."

Phoebe moaned low in her throat. She knew that no matter what she said, he
was going to make her humiliate herself in front of her sisters first. He
pinched her rock hard nipple and she gasped. "No" she mewed, struggling
weakly, like a kitten. Phoebe had played this game many times with Cole,
who loved to dominate her in bed. But at least she had not been forced to
submit in front of anyone else. She didn't want to let her sisters see what
a slut she was. Even if the same sister who had sacrificed herself to stop
Phoebe's torture was now ordering her rape. It must be some kind of magic
spell. She must resist it. She must resist.... must....

"Oh God, oh god, oh god, just fuck me, please fuck me, oh fuck me fuck me
fuck me." Phoebe's resistance was over as quickly as that.

"Are all of you Halliwell girls such sluts? First Piper and now you Phoebe,
begging for some cock. Does your Daddy know what sluts he raised? Hmmmm?
Maybe we could take some pictures and show him, hmmm? I mean if having your
boyfriends watch you little sluts beg for my cock turns you on so much, I
bet having Daddy watch will really make the two of you hot. Besides, who
else is there for Prue to be humiliated in front of, since her boyfriend is
dead."

Nigel/D'Jango rocked his hips slightly forward, forcing another half an inch
of prick inside Phoebe Halliwell's body. He enjoyed making her rape a long
drawn out affair as Phoebe tried to clench her pussy tightly, so as to
prevent his entry, but he simply kept up a constant pressure that took
advantage of every relaxation of her efforts however slight, to continue his
inexorable advance. He would tighten his muscles so that his prick swelled up
to maximum size, forcing the tightly clinging sheathe of her pussy to expand
in order to accomodate him, then use his weight to force another millimeter
of cock flesh inside her. It felt so fantastic that she had to focus her
entire mind fully on her efforts of resistance or else she would have
collapsed in sensual oblivion. As it was she couldn't prevent the little
cries and moans of delight that arose within her, from escaping her lips.

When he had buried about half the length of his cock inside Phoebe's tightly
grasping pussy he rolled to his knees, clasped her tightly around the waist
and suddenly stood up, bringing Phoebe's entire weight to bear on the spike
of his prick where it pierced her pussy. With a wordless cry of surrender
Phoebe's cunt slid down his shaft till her pubic bone was mashed against his
and his cock was buried to the balls in her hot tight pussy. It was his turn
to cry out, an exultant roar that sounded like a beast rather than a man, a
beast triumphant.

Like a battering ram Nigel/D'Jango drove his cock deep inside his prey,
holding her as easily as if she were a toy doll while he buffeted her with
all the power of his energetic lust. Each time she bottomed out, the rasp of
his stiffness as it reamed her pussy and stroked her clit sent shivers of
erotic ecstasy screaming along her nerves, blasting their way to her brain
and stimulating the pleasure centers found there. It was like an electrical
circuit being overloaded as the synapses in her brain were unable to handle
the amount of pleasure that erupted from her clit and she began to quiver
and shake as her body responded to the overwhelming sensations that coursed
through her.

"Yess, yes yes yes" squealed Phoebe, all efforts to resist now vanished
and replaced by an eager wantoness. It was Phoebe now who was grunting and
humping, eyes closed as she worked her way through the reward of a major
orgasm.

"AAAaaaaaaaaagggghhhhhh" cried Phoebe in a long wordless wail of surrender.
When she was finished, she sprawled limply on the desk, but he would have
none of it. Rolling her on her back and dragging her butt to the edge of
the desk he placed the head of his cock at the slick entrance to her pussy
and then he relentlessly impaled her, driving the fat shaft completely
inside her fully lubricated snatch while she cried out in helpless ecstacy.
Resting his weight on his arms he stared down at her beautiful face. She
had closed her eyes but her mouth was opened in a rictus of lust as the
sensations swept through her. Then her eyes opened and she found herself
staring deeply into the gaze of a man whom she had not known an hour ago,
but who now was the center of her world. Raising her head she clasped him
tightly in her arms and burrowed her cheek in the hollow of his shoulder,
surrendering herself to him and the utter bliss she felt just having him
inside her. Her generous boobs were pressed warmly against his chest and
their sensitive nipples scraped through his chest hair and over the hard
muscles, his blatant masculinity further arousing her.

Simply flexing his cock where it lay buried in her flat little belly forced
a moan from her. When he began slowly stirring his hips, each twitch of his
manhood caused ripples of delight to course through her. She tried to keep
him inside her, clamping her arms and her legs and her tight little pussy,
but he was simply stronger than she was and he would not be stopped,
withdrawing slowly till only the tip was inside, pausing, waiting till she
was ready to scream with anticipation before driving smoothly forward till
he was once more ensconced tightly within her warm welcoming depths.
Repeatedly he drove his massive cock deep inside her, paused briefly, then
withdrew slowly till just the tip was inside her before driving back into
her warm depths.

Each plunge forced a squeal of delight from her lips, which began coming more
and more closely together as he built up speed finally merging into a single
outburst of joy as she once again orgasmed intensely, shuddering and gasping
for air. When she came back to earth she realized that he was still unspent
and she was very pleased at that so she kissed him, tasting his saliva, which
thrilled her in a way she'd never known. She wanted more of him, wanted to
give him more of her. Wanted to belong to him, totally, without reserve,
submitting herself to him completely. So she did, forgetting her own fiance
Cole, and yielding herself in abject abasement to her new master, Nigel.

Whenever his tongue struck a particularly sensitive nerve she lurched
uncontrollably, sometimes mashing her pussy hard against his mouth sometimes
trying vainly to evade all contact. Ruthlessly he licked and slurped every
crevice, every nook and cranny of her cunt while his hands squeezed and
played with her lovely young titties and she sucked her sister to a noisy
orgasm.

Piper cried out as she came, unable to believe how easily she had done so.
Piper had never had more than two orgasm in a night, ever, and had found it
hard to achieve even one with most lovers. Leo's patience and understanding
love had eased her ability to relax and enjoy sex but she found it hard to
do since her love life seemed always on the verge of disaster, beset by
forces she could neither control or understand, like demonic attacks and
the "RULES" of the Elders, capitalized in big red letters. So her second
orgasm in less than ten minutes was a personal record. She could get to like
this she thought as she continued to ride her sister's face.

Phoebe was simultaneously fascinated and slightly repulsed, both at her own
actions and by Piper's noisy orgasm. She had never seen one of her sister's
cumming before. She had had a couple of sexual interludes, experimentation
really, with other girls from school. But to have her own sister's delicious
pussy juice dripping all over her face was somewhat repellent at first.
Having to lick her sister was more perverse than Phoebe had yet been although
she had always considered herself very open to sexuality. Each passing moment
however seemed to make everything seem more and more right as it became more
and more erotic, more helplessly, overtly sexual. Phoebe loved sex. She was
far more experienced than Piper, though she wasn't certain about Prue, who
kept her own counsel when it came to her sex life. Phoebe felt a surge of
need, a raw sexual hunger, rise from somewhere deep inside herself. She
wanted more cock. Needed it like the stars need the sky.She vowed to herself
that she would do whatever it took to ensure that she was able to experience
this feeling.

Nigel rocked his hips slightly forward, forcing another half an inch of prick
inside Phoebe Halliwell's kneeling body. He enjoyed making her rape a long
drawn out affair as Phoebe tried to clench her pussy tightly, so as to
prevent his entry, but he simply kept up a constant pressure that took
advantage of every relaxation of her efforts however slight, to continue his
inexorable advance. He would tighten his muscles so that his prick swelled up
to maximum size, forcing the tightly clinging sheathe of her pussy to expand
in order to accomodate him, then use his weight to force another millimeter
of cock flesh inside her. It felt so fantastic that she had to focus her
entire mind fully on her efforts of resistance or else she would have
collapsed in sensual oblivion. As it was she couldn't prevent the little
cries and moans of delight that arose within her from escaping her lips.

When he had buried about half the length of his cock inside Phoebe's tightly
grasping pussy he suddenly stood up, his hands under her hips to support her,
bringing the rest of Phoebe's weight to bear on the spike of his prick where
it pierced her pussy. With a wordless cry of surrender Phoebe's cunt slid
down his shaft till her pubes were mashed against his pubic bone and his cock
was buried to the balls in her hot tight pussy. It was his turn to cry out,
an exultant roar that sounded like a beast rather than a man. A beast
triumphant.

Like a battering ram Nigel drove his marvellous cock deep inside his prey,
holding her as easily as if she were a toy doll while he buffeted her with
the concentrated power of his energetic lust. Each time she bottomed out the
rasp of his stifness as it reamed her pussy and stroked her clit sent shivers
of erotic delight screaming along her nerves and blasting their way to her
brain, stimulating the pleasure centers there. It was like an electrical
circuit being overloaded as the synapses in her brain were unable to handle
the amount of pleasure that erupted from her clit and she began to quiver
and shake as her body yielded to the overwhelming sensations that coursed
through her.

"Yess, yes yes yes" squealed Phoebe, all efforts to resist now vanished and
replaced by an eager wantoness. It was Phoebe now who was grunting and
humping, eyes closed as she worked her way towards the reward of a major
orgasmic cataclysm. It was just a few moments away, a few hip lurching pussy
gushing moments when he stopped. Stopped completely and pulled out, leaving
a only a feeling of empty loneliness.

He sat back on the black leather of the couch and gestured for her to climb
aboard. "Ride hard" he said. Phoebe was happy to comply, since her itchy puss
was demanding attention. Tossing her dark hair behind her she turned her face
up and poised with her cunny just above the stiffness of his prick. She used
one hand to steady the shaft then she eased it into herself, accompanied by
ans audible hiss of pleasure. On her knees she could control how deep she
took him and she used the freedom of movement to gyrate her hips wildly so
that she had to bite her lips to avoid crying out. Then he used his hands on
her hips to force her down all the way, till her knees collapsed and she sat
on him, then sank down on his breast, like a balloon with no air.

He bounced his legs on the balls of his feet, the effect rather like a
jackhammer as he bounced his pubic bone off hers, squashing her clit in it's
protective sheath and sparking waves of delight. She came then, unable to
control herself as she spasmed helplessly on his shaft, throwing her arms
around his neck and surrendering her lips to a deep passionate kiss. He
didn't even pause in his fucking the youngest Halliwell, maintaining a steady
thrusting, as he cupped her ass cheeks in his big rough hands, elbows resting
on the couch, allowing him to guide hips her easily, controlling the pace of
their passionate embrace.

Phoebe was the most sexually experienced of the three sisters despite the
fact that she was the youngest. Piper had rather feared the strength of her
own desires and so she had subconciously sought out a safe, good, godly
angel of a man who never touched the darker side that lurked within all the
Halliwells. Pru's insistance on being in charge, even in romantic situations
had prevented her from being intimate with as many men as a woman of her
looks and sexy style might easily have had. But Phoebe had for a time in
school been quite rebellious and also promiscuous so that in one semester
she had taken more lovers than the total of both her sisters combined. Still,
by California standards even Phoebe was only moderately active in the Fields
of Romance.

And only when she slept with her demon lover had she felt such power in her
partner as she felt now, a raw energy that seemed to awaken every cell of her
being into vibrance vim and vigor. Phoebe had many times enjoyed the sort of
bondage games one might expect with a half human, half demon lover. She was
particularly fonds of being blindfolded and teased into distraction by her
merciless fantasy master. Nigel/D'Jango was determined to take full advantage
of the opportunity to fuck Phoebe Halliwell till she submitted herself to him
like a female animal in rut submits to her mate, instintively, utterly,
completely.

So Phoebe offered no resistance as he pulled her onto his lap, facing away
from him. Wrapping his arms around her waist he pulled her back until she
was nestled against his broad chest, silken hair tickling his neck and
shoulder. He took her breasts in his hands, cupping them firmly and squeezing
forcefully, pinching the stiffened nipples till she whimpered in pain and
wriggled her bottom around on his lap in a manner very pleasing to him. He
murmurred into her ear as he did so.

"Sweet. Nice body all around. I'm gonna enjoy you. Gonna enjoy making you
squeal. Squeal like a little cumslut. A nasty, cum hungry little fucktoy like
you deserves to be fucked. Fucked till she can't stand it anymore. Isn't that
right Phoebe? Hmmm?"

"Yes" she answered, without hesitation, knowing her future had been sealed.

He was surprised when she readily agreed, so readily that he would have been
suspicious if he hadn't been aware of the potency of the lust induced by his
drug. One hand had crept down to Phoebe's pretty little fur fringed pussy,
where it proceeded to taunt, tantalize and torment his victim. In mere
moments Phoebe's pussy was leaking juices till they began to form a puddle
of girl cream on his muscular thighs. He then forcibly positioned his massive
cock at the entrance to her womb, one hand under each ass cheek as he held
her so that just the tip of his prick penetrated her outer bastions. Then he
dropped her. "Aieeeee" wailed the gorgeous young witch as his cockhead rammed
it's way deep into her tender snatch, taking half it's bulk inside her in one
irresistable lunge that drove her breath and all coherent thoughts away. All
she could do was feel. Feel the white hot flash of ecstasy that enflamed her
cunt as it engulfed his blood engorged manhood. Feel the surging tide of lust
that rose within her in response, the aphrodisiac she had absorbed from his
seed proving to be all too effective.

"Please" she cried, but he was already off and driving. He drew back and then
pumped his hips upwards, skewering her with at least another inch of meat.
"Is that all you've got?" was her response. "Is that all you've got? Fuck me
like a man damn you, not some little boy. Use that big cock you've got. Fuck
me. Fuck me now."

He responded to her challenge by bouncing as quickly as possible on the balls
of his feet, the jarring contact of his shaft with her fiery hot clit causing
pleasure to arc through her in jolt after jolt of lust and delight. "Yes
baby, yes do it, do it. Do it just like that. Oh god I love that big prick of
yours. Fuck my little cunny with that big fat dick." Phoebe was lost in the
overwhelming sensations coursing through her luscious young body.

"If I promise to make you cum, what special things will you do for me? Will
you show me what a nsty little girl you are, really? Will you play with your
pussy for me while I fuck you in the ass? Will you buttfuck your sisters with
a strap-on if I ask you to? You would! Aren't you a nasty little slut
Phoebe?"

Every lurid suggestion brought a picture of lewd and prurient sex flashing
before Phoebe's aroused and sex-crazed mind. "Anything you want" she
screamed. "I'll fuck you till your eyeballs collapse if you'll just let me
cum on that monster cock of yours. I love big cocks" she babbled. "I love
the taste of them. I love the feel of them in my mouth. I love to suck a
man off almost as much as I like to get fucked. When a man has a real big
cock like yours, I just know that I'm gonna get fucked the way I like it.
Hard and deep. OOHHHH YES. JUST LIKE THAT." Phoebe continued to babble as
he fucked her with staccato strokes, steadily raising her lust to a fever
pitch.

It was her own fingers now that twiddled her clit fiercely, working
feverishly towards a magnificent climax. His cock continued to stroke in
and out, each stroke ru8bbing against her clit till she could no longer
stand it and exploded in a tumultuous burst of orgasmic delight, causing
her to scream loudly while her hips gyrated furiously. She twisted and
moaned as she humped herself against her captor. He loved the sounds made
by a woman in the throes of orgasm, loved the look of shamed delight on
Phoebe's face as she yielded herself to the wondeful feeling of being
materfully fucked by a strong virile man. It felt so right to submit to
a man. She felt feminine and powerful, even as she felt most vulnerable
and submissive. The old paradox.

Now, suddenly, in a display of male strength that made Phoebe weak with
desire, he stood, lifting her easily while she was still impaled by his
cock. He carried her over to the couch putting her knees, bent over it's
back. His own hands, one on either side of her, grasped the back of the
couch, locking her in place while he savagely pounded her to another earth
shattering cum. Phoebe was totally lost in the moment now, aware of nothing
but the stiff cock that felt so wonderful as she fucked back on it. So she
did it again and it felt so good she screamed.

"Go ahead witch, scream and cry all you want to. You're still gonna get
fucked."

SMACK. It was the sound of Nigel/D'Jango's hand as he swatted her ass in a
casual yet possessive manner. SMACK, SMACK SMACK,...SMACK.

Phoebe lurched involuntarily under the onslaught, the pain somehow
transformed into an extra boost of pleasure. She was swift to respond.
"Harder" she cried. "Spank me harder. Call me a slut. Yes, yes, pull my
hair, oh..oh....ooohhhhhh". This time Phoebe collapsed against the padded
leather as her orgasm left her utterly spent, so that only the clasp of
his arms prevented her from sinking limply to the floor.

"Did that work for you" he inquired as Phoebe knelt in hapless supplication,
held in place by the spear of his still hard erection, but Phoebe was unable
to reply. When he slid his dick out of her she slid groaning to her ass on
the floor in front of the leather couch, a gush of her own juices leaking
from her pussy. He crooked a finger now at Piper, motioning for her to join
her sister on the floor. The duo began to nuzzle his cock and balls, four
hands and two mouths fondling and slurping their way all over his cock,
Phoebe even being so bold as to slde a finger up his ass in search of his
prostate. Only moments of that treatment resulted in Nigel/D'Jango finally
blowing his nuts all over the two pretty faces as they knelt servicing his
prick. The taste of his cum as it splattered their faces and tongues resulted
once again in the kind of soul searing cum that burnt any second thoughts
about right and wrong out of the girls' heads.

"Aaaaaagghhh fuck, that felt great". With those words Nigel/D'Jango stepped
back a few feet, his mammoth prick still as erect as ever, even after
repeated orgasms, the result of the power of the fertility god who had
possessed him. It stood stiff and hard and wet with Phoebe and Piper's
secretions and saliva, gently bobbing just inches from Pru's face.

Pru couldn't take her eyes off it. She could literally feel the heat from it
as it throbbed and pulsed, bobbing with each pump of his heart, a menacing
spear of cockmeat. She imagined what it would feel like to have him force
that mammoth prick inside her pretty mouth, make her taste that wonderful
male taste of cock. Unaware of it, she licked her lips.

He stepped behind her. She was now unable to see him but she knew he was
staring at her wide open crotch, displayed helplessly by the spreader bar
holding her legs apart. With her attention focussed on his actions behind
her, Prue was taken by surprise when before she knew what was happening
Prue felt her sisters seize her and kiss her fiercely, passionately,
forcing open her lips and then releasing the sperm they had just captured
from Nigel into her mouth. First Phoebe, then Piper forced their tongues
into Prue's mouth and released a mouthful of the doctor's cum. She moaned
at the taste but she was unable to prevent herself from swallowing and the
tainted sperm began it's insidious work. Prue was horrified at the prospect
of becoming subservient to this man but there was nothing she could do now.
Already simply the idea of sexual slavery was no longer unimaginable to her.
She had seen her sisters succumb and now she had become.....infected. She
waited for some sort of change to overtake her. It was not long in coming.

A blaze of heat erupted throughout her body, causing beads of sweat to form
on her brow and her upper lip. Unthinkingly she used her tongue to swipe
them away from her lips, licking them in an unconciously erotic manner. He
smiled and she coloured, cheeks suddenly flushed with shame as she caught
herself wondering what his cock was going to feel like in her mouth. God it
must be affecting her already, surely that wasn't her regular self that was
thinking about him naked like that. She forced herself to bring her attention
away from sex and back to her sisters actions. After their 'Judas Kiss', each
of the sexy young witches had switched their attentions to Prue's prominent
nipples. She had the very sensitive nipples that seemed to run in the
Halliwell family and they were as stiff as stone, and loving every swipe of
Piper and Phoebe's active and agile tongues. She opened her mouth to say
something but was able only to bleat in wordless ecstacy as something vast
and nameless stirred within her. She was aware of hands grsping her ankles
and spreading her thighs but the rasp of his bearded cheek on her silken
inner knees was the only warning before his burning lips were pressed
tightly to her pussy and she was devastated by the blast of pleasure
bursting within her, not just her trembling body but her pliant mind. It
just felt so right to be back in harmony with her sisters, again part of
the magic circle of three, the Charmed Ones, working together to give
pleasure to this wonderful man who made them feel so marvellous. She felt
a flood of girl juice leak from her pussy, bathing his lips in fragrant
tangy cuntsauce. She shuddered briefly as his mustache was mashed against
her clit while his long tongue searched the fiery depths of her eager body.
Then she felt the rising orgasm explode out of nowhere in a raging
conflagration of pleasure that left her gasping for breath and quivering
with delight. She was his, with every fibre of her being she belonged to
him, just the way both of her sisters did. The Union was restored. The
universe was back in balance. She submitted to the fact that things were
unfolding as they should.

The cum seemed to energize Prue and she wanted more. In fact she needed it
with the constant need of a desert for water, but he had sat back on his
haunches and was staring at her with an expectant look. She felt no shame
now in front of this...this...divinity, who seemed to know that she would
need him and was going to make use of every advantage that fact gave him.
She knew that he was waiting for her to say it, to give voice to her
heartfelt desire.

"Please" she whimpered.

Prue had always sought to be the dominant one in any of her many
relationships. Lots of guys were interested but not many would permit her
to call the shots the way she wanted. Maybe once to get their hands on her
gorgeous body, but they quickly found her tastes too demanding. Now the
shoe was on the other foot and it was Prue who was going to be made to beg.
Only then would she get the reward she craved, the reward of getting fucked
silly by that mammoth cock of his, so she forced herself to utter the
demeaning submission he demanded. "You win. You can have me anyway you want
me. Just fuck me. Fuck me hard and make me cum again. I've never felt
anything like it and I need it so badly. I'll do anything you want if you'll
just make me feel like that again."

"Good girl Prue. You're a good little slut. Aren't you? Hmm? Aren't you.
Tell Daddy what a good little slut you are" he ordered.

"Y...yes. I'm a...a good little slut." Prue was aghast at the wave of lust
simply saying the words brought to her body. She tingled as if she had felt
a lover's caress, from her heated and exposed clit to her still turgid,
pleasure giving nipples as it burst up from within her, blasting away her
self control. It felt so good to yield, to submit herself to his commands.
She embraced the idea now as fiercely as she had resisted it previously.

"Say I'm a good little slut Daddy."

"I'm a good little slut Daddy" responded Prue, now anxiously compliant.

"I want all three of you girls to call me Daddy. Understood?"

"Yes Daddy" chorused the three young women immediately and in unison.

He smiled. Life was good. He sucked his index finger and shoved it deep
inside Prue Halliwell's dripping snatch while once more attacking her
helpless clit with his tongue where it stood rigid and proud like it's
owner used to be. Prue squealed and humped his finger madly. "OOOOOhhh
Daddy. Yes. Yes. Right theeeeeere. YES YES YES." Again Prue Halliwell
yielded to the maddening sensations his efforts created.

It was far better than anything she'd experienced, ever. She was wafted away
to someplace she couild never describe because some things were were beyond
mere words, but the experience shattered the last vestige of independence
and she began to mewl in heat as she squirmed and writhed beneathe his
ministrations. Now to fuck with her mind too.

On his feet he loomed over Prue and bent down to fasten a leash to her collar
before freeing her of her bonds but leaving her on her hands and knees. "Sit,
Queenie, sit" he ordered. Prue's eyes flashed to his and locked. She realized
that a god of sex, a fertility god, would know what turned her on better than
anyone. Perhaps even better than herself. Pru responded to his command by
rising to a squat, elbows in tight to her side, hands up like paws in a
classic sitting dog pose. With her knees spread wide for balance Prue (Or
Queenie) was on display.

"Speak girl. Speak"

"Arf arf arf." Queenie obeyed her master and a flood of shame at displaying
this secret part of herself in front of Phoebe and Piper was followed by an
even stronger sense of pride at her ability to follow orders and please her
master. Queenie definitely was a different personality from that of Prue who
never followed orders. "Roll over girl. Good girl. Have a treat." On her
knees Queenie accepted the candy in her teeth and made a show of how much
she enjoyed the treat before she swallowed it. As she did so the rush of
excitement that her servitude brought consumed her and she gave herself up
whole heartedly to the incredible bliss of submission.

"Now heel." He turned and led her over behind the desk. On the carpet was a
bowl filled with water. Written on the bowl in large block letters was a
name. Queenie. "Drink" came the command.

On her hands and knees, head down and ass up in the air, complete with canine
tail, like a pet, Queenie, alias Prudence Halliwell, was fed and watered. As
she did so, behind her, he stared at her exposed pussy and stroked his
hard-on. Her pussy was dripping. He had tripped all her buttons and she was
raging with barely controlled lust. Life was following her secret script only
with exciting surprises along the way.

Now she followed him over to where her sisters could get a clear view as
he snapped his fingers and pointed to the rug in front of him. Without
hesitation Prue got to her hands and knees and crawled her way over to his
feet. She did so sensuously, eroticly, and very much aware of naked body
and his eyes watching.

On her knees Pru found herself facing his enormous cock. Engorged with blood
the mighty tool pulsed gently with each beat of his heart, bobbing lightly up
an down in front of her slightly opened lips. She was unable to tear her gaze
away from it, like a small animal confronted by a snake, almost hypnotized by
the peril. "Go ahead" he said. "Lick it."

As if trying to awake from a dream Prue shook her head, trying to clear away
the cobwebs. "No.....won't" she said, somewhat falteringly. "Don't want to."

"Silly girl. Do you think I'm going to give you a choice?" Locking his
hands behind her head he held her in place as he forced her mouth against
his crotch, the shaft of his prick lying along her nose. He hunched his
hips slowly a couple of times, rubbing her face with his crotch, holding
her there while she was forced to breathe in the hot musty scent of his
genitals. Forced to. It was that quality of being given no choice
whatsoever in the way he used her that Prue found so exciting. She was
not responsible, she had no choice, and she loved the freedom that
admission gave her.

Prue was arranged with ass propped up high in the air, with arms lying along
the outside of her legs and her wrist cuffs bound to her ankle cuffs so that
her shoulders were pinned down. Since her ankles were also fastened to a
spreader bar, her entire crotch and anus were well displayed for all to view.
Prue had a well trimmed bush and a pump well formed set of love lips that
were open enough to reveal the salmon pink inner flesh of her pussy. A
swollen little clitty peeped out delicately from within her.

He licked the entire plain of her loins in one fell swoop, from ass to pussy
and back, finishing with his tongue rimming the secret flesh of her asshole
as she cried out at the pleasure that rocked her body and then rocked her
mind. Seizing the cheeks of her ass in two large hands he held her in place
while he kissed and licked and slurped his way into her soul, the orgasm
bursting forth unexpectedly, catching her unprepared. She screamed into her
pillow, yielding herself totally to his love making, feeling as if she was
only now finding out the secret of happiness. A man to make her life
complete. This man.

Prue felt his hot tongue as it slithered all around her little shitter. Then
she felt something hard poking at the entrance to her pussy. His stiff cock
slid inside almost without effort as her body welomed the invasion eagerly.
She moaned deep in her throat, a sensuous sound that made him feel like a
conquering hero.

"Take it witch" he hissed as she squirmed lewdly on his penetrating prick.
"Tell me how much you love it."

"Oh I do, you know I do" she moaned, unable to think about anything but how
good it felt to have his hands on her, caressing her body and pleasing her
with the weight of his cock, clogging her mind with pictures of all the nasty
naughty things he could do to her. "I want it real bad. I need your cock,
your big hard cock, deep inside my little cunny." She grabbed his hand and
pulled it down to where her juices were leaking out and he gathered up some
of the slippery wetness on his fingers and then sucked her juices from his
fingers as if they were the finest of wines.

No man had ever had Prue in such an exquisitely helpless position. She had
always insisted on being the boss. This time she was not. She was bound and
helpless and it made her totally hot and aroused. It was not because she
didn't like guys or like sex that she had relationship problems. Rather it
was the reverse. But she had always had to be the responsible one. She could
never relax and be like ordinary girls. She had responsibilities. She had
promised Grams that she would take care of her sisters. She had made a
promise and she feared that a man would take her away from them. Would
somehow make her irresponsible. So she insisted on being the boss in any
relationship, and guys would try to please her because she was so hot and
foxy but not this time. Not this guy. He cared nothing for whether or not
he pleased her. She pleased him so he demanded her as if by right of
conquest.

Prue had always had something of a cleanliness fetish. He held her tightly
in his grasp, his fingers forcing their way inside her, reaming her suddenly
gushing pussy, the girl juice quickly coating his fingers. He pulled them
out and forced them inside her mouth, forcing her to taste her own pussy,
smearing the glistening sauce over Pru's lips and chin. Any other time she
would have been repulsed but now she slurped the taste eagerly, licking his
fingers to get the last drop. He returned to the source, causing her hips to
lurch wildly as he forced his way inside again. This time he used his thumb
to tease her clit and she began to hump his hand as he finger fucked the
naughty hottie.

He was very pleased with the response, and was now ready to fuck her, his
prick rampant with lust and dripping with pre-cum as he grabbed his cock in
one hand and lined it up with Prue's pussy, skidding past the tight opening
the first time before setting it right at the entrance and forcing just the
tip inside her slippery, tightly squeezing lips where he paused. Unable to
keep her responsive body from welcoming the invader Prue groaned as he
clasped her hips in both hands and thrust slowly forwards, loving the
vicegrip of hot pussy as he forced his way into the very center of her being,
not stopping till the full length of his shaft was ensconced inside. Balls
deep inside beautiful Prue Halliwell, making her dance to his tune now, the
way so many men had danced to hers. He flexed his cock briefly and was
rewarded with another grunt as Prue tried to adjust to his girth, feeling
every inch of him as he repeated the action, growing harder and fatter while
one hand began stroking the fleshy lips of her mons and circling her clit.
She tried to clamp her legs together, but ended up clamping his hand in the
process so that he still had access to her clit which he rubbed and teased
while she cried out, her voice rising steadily in pitch as his fingers
stroked her silken sweetness. She had turned out to be a real screamer once
you got her going, sobbing and wailing her way through a whole series of
orgasms, bursting like a string of firecrackers before collapsing like rag
doll.

Nigel felt a set of soft breasts press warmly against his naked back. "My
turn again" whispered Piper.

"Sure" said Nigel/D'Jango. "This time I want your ass."

    

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