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Warlock Takes a Halliwell Ch. 01

By: sycksycko



The Warlock's consciousness snapped back to the here and now. His vision quest was complete and he now knew the identity of the fourth Halliwell sister.

She was Paige Matthews, and she volunteered at the social services' office. She was a descendant of a whitelighter as well as a witch, but the Warlock did not fear her. She was as yet oblivious of her heritage and powers. Still, he would not risk going after her first. In a time of stress, her powers might activate and that would be the end of the Warlock's efforts to enslave the Charmed Ones.

No, his first target would still be Phoebe Halliwell, the Charmed One without an offensive power.

Taking Phoebe was a relatively simple matter. She was walking home after a long night at P3 and he shot her with the stun gun from behind in the parking lot. She went down like a log and he stuffed her into the trunk of his car. No one was around to witness the abduction in the dead of night.

The other two sisters went home earlier and would not miss Phoebe until the morning, but would probably not go looking for her until the afternoon. If all went well, he would not need that long to enslave the witch.

He carried the groggy girl to his apartment undisturbed and took off all her clothes without ceremony. After he gagged and tied her spread eagle to his bed, he stopped to admire the view.

Phoebe's skin was unblemished and smooth. Her breasts were large and topped with big, brown areoles. Her ribs were barely visible when she took a breath, and her waist was indented. Her mound was shaven completely bare. Her hips were flared and her short legs perfectly sculpted. The Warlock enjoyed the sight of the naked beauty on his bed for half an hour, before he noticed her breathing was shallow.

"I know you're awake," he said. The girl kept her eyes closed, her body unmoving. The Warlock chuckled to himself and stroked her calf.

Phoebe flinched with the power of a premonition. In her vision she was the Warlock's happy slave, helping him succeed in enslaving the rest of her sisters, and a girl she didn't know. Now Phoebe looked at the Warlock with unbridled terror in her eyes. Pleading sounds were muffled by the gag.

"Oh, yes," the Warlock said, leaning into her face, "I'm going to take the Charmed Ones as my own. And you'll be the downfall of the others." He straightened up with a grin that infuriated Phoebe so much she wished she could just have a hand free for a second so she could slap it off his smug face.

Phoebe started to scream for Leo, her whitelighter, to come rescue her. The Warlock just chuckled at her desperate screams.

"The whitelighter is too busy defiling your sister to hear you. Also, this place is warded against such things. But, please, go on. I love the sound of it," he said with a smile. "As a matter of fact, I'm going to rape you for half the night, before I enslave you, and then, after I turn you into my slave girl, I'll have you blow me until dawn. Then I'll send you to enslave your sisters for me."

Phoebe's head shook in denial, but her insides were gripped in dread. She saw it in a vision, so it must be coming true unless she prevents it from happening. She thrashed about with all her might, but her limbs were securely restrained and she couldn't budge them for more than an inch in any direction.

When she finally gave up on the struggle, she looked up at the face of her abductor. He was obviously enjoying her panicked struggle and Phoebe steeled her will. She would not give in to him, no matter what. Her sisters would come looking for her and then this little upstart would get his with a vengeance. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and told herself she wouldn't give him an inch.

The smell of fresh ginger invaded Phoebe's nostrils and she looked at the Warlock's hands. He was slowly carving a piece of ginger into the shape of a butt plug. Phoebe had been figged twice by a boyfriend in college. She shut her eyes tight and denied to herself that this was happening.

She had just managed to get her breathing and panic under control, when the Warlock touched her thigh. She flinched involuntarily and leveled a glare at him. He smiled and snaked a hand under her butt. Try as she might, she couldn't stop him from lifting her from the bed and slipping a pillow under her hips.

Phoebe shut her eyes again as he started to spread lubricant over his finger. The smile on his face sickened her. She tried to pretend she was somewhere else, but the Warlock's touch anchored her to the reality of her imminent rape.

His finger snaked between her buttocks and began spreading lubricant all over her anus. Phoebe felt her face burn. She told herself she would not give him anything, but here he was, enjoying seeing her embarrassed.

"Shhh, relax," he whispered at her. "Relax. Just relax. This won't hurt. Much," he added with a chuckle.

Her brow furrowed and her entire body tightened as his finger slowly pressed into her. In just a few heartbeats, he penetrated her ring of muscles and began massaging her anus and spreading lubricant all over it. When his finger left her, she let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding.

He spread her buttocks with one hand and pressed the thin tip of the ginger against her anus. Her eyes shot open and she saw the triumph in his eyes, which made her turn her head away. She willed herself to not shut her eyes again. 

Before she could tell herself to be strong and think of a way out of the situation, the plug began to slide into her. It spread her ass painfully wider with each millimeter of penetration, until her asshole reflexively clenched the narrow base of it. She heaved a deep breath of relief, the butt plug was now firmly lodged inside her and it's juices would soon start to make an effect.

The Warlock left the room and Phoebe tried again to loosen the bonds. When that showed no sign of progress, she tried to expel the anal intruder but, with each tensing of her stomach, her ass would send increasing signals of burning pain to her head. She gave up and the burning pain became something more akin to a tickling itch.

Soon, the itch in back was joined by a more insistent itch in the front. Her pussy was now engorged and a drop of dew leaked down her ass crack. She had never before felt so humiliated. A Charmed One, Champion of the Weak, Protector of the Innocent, tied spread eagle on someone's bed, helplessly leaking juices from her pussy. If it wasn't for a warlock hell bent on enslaving her and her sisters, Phoebe would actually find her predicament arousing and a welcome break from her grueling daily routine.

The Warlock reentered the room naked and Phoebe found herself admiring his physique. He was tall and lean and sported a big erection that was as straight as an arrow... "What the hell is the matter with you, Phoebe," she thought to herself. "He is an evil fuck, and you had better get your clit off your mind if you wanna protect your sisters."

He stood next to the bed and began to knead her breasts. She didn't enjoy his mauling touch, but she tried not to show any discomfort. He knelt over her on the bed and took his erection in hand.

Despite herself, Phoebe emitted a wail, pleading for mercy. The Warlock looked into her eyes as his cock made contact with her pussy lips. Phoebe tensed all her muscles, but he penetrated her and hilted himself in one rough thrust. Her entire pussy hurt despite the lubrication already there.

He began to thrust in and out in a steady, almost leisurely rhythm. He was obviously enjoying the tight pussy at his mercy.

Phoebe lost all track of time as the rape continued for a long while. Her pussy was sore, but not overly so, yet her muscles could no longer sustain the futile efforts to expel the cock that plowed her. As she relaxed her pelvis, the mental block she put up fell as well.

She felt the seesawing motion across the underside of her clit in a perfect rhythm and admitted to herself that she was getting inexorably close to an orgasm. She started to moan into the gag. She was mentally exhausted and tears streaked down the sides of her face. She had to hold out until her sisters saved her. Only that thought kept her together.

As his fingers found her clit, she fixed him with a questioning look. He smiled his triumphant smile and pulled back the clitoral hood. "I'm going to rape you until you come," he said and Phoebe could smell his breath, "I took a potion to make me last the whole night."

Hearing that, the last vestiges of resistance melted away from Phoebe. She only wanted this ordeal to end. She no longer cared what would follow it. A tiny voice in her head told her that she is suffering needlessly, that her sisters will break the enslavement and free her and that everything will be alright. 

He started touching her clit with his fingertips in concert with his thrusts. The premonition faded from her mind's eye and she gave in to the rapist's will. She bucked her hips and the motion changed where his cock was stimulating her insides. The fresh stimulation overloaded her senses. She saw stars and felt explosions inside her head.

Phoebe came with a ferocity that surprised the Warlock. Her whole body tensed and her skin flushed from head to toe. She moaned continuously. Her shuddering cunt held him tight and stroked his organ. He shouted in triumph over the prostrate witch and resumed his thrusts before she stopped convulsing.

Phoebe couldn't enjoy her orgasm as he began anew his assault on her raw pussy. The sensations were painfully strong. His thrusts were becoming more forceful and he started to shout and Phoebe knew he was close. A part of her was relieved, but a bigger part dreaded what followed. In less than a minute, the Warlock hilted himself in her and came with a loud, inarticulate shout.

She felt his hot cum coat the inside of her womb. Just as he shot his whole load into her, she felt the cum start to move through her insides towards her head. It felt like someone was tickling her skin from the inside. Phoebe panicked anew. What was going on? The tickling reached her head and entered her skull. Phoebe's thoughts dissolved before she could make any sense of it.

The Warlock fell heavily on the girl under him. His face was pressed into her shoulder and he breathed her scent. After a minute, his cock softened and slipped out of the girl's cunt. He rolled over and caught his breath.

"Damn," he thought, "that was close. The bitch almost outlasted me." He looked over at the girl. She gazed at him with unbridled adoration. He released one of her hands and ordered her to untie herself and then sleep next to him.

He was exhausted and sleepy with heady relief. In order to enslave her, he had to stay close to cumming himself but not cross the plateau, and he almost didn't make it. When he came, he released a possessing spirit he had summoned. If he had released it into her without her being under the effects of an orgasm's afterglow, she would have fought off the spirit without any effort. A whole day would pass before he could summon another one and try again. Her sisters would have rescued her long before that. 

The girl came so close to being home free that the Warlock couldn't help but chuckle. He took off her gag and kissed her. He would have to make her cum every thirty hours or so to keep her from fighting through the possessing spirit's control, and he looked forward to doing that to all four of the Halliwells. The plan was working.

"Wake up around seven a.m. and wake me as well. I have to brief you before I send you home," he said as he fell asleep with an enslaved Halliwell in his arms.

Warlock Takes a Halliwell Ch. 02



Paige Matthews was a social animal, and the Warlock was losing patience with her. The beautiful, young witch was very charismatic and popular so she always had company, no matter where she went. The Warlock would have taken her in her own home, but she had house guests staying for a week and those were always up at all hours.

He had enslaved Phoebe Halliwell, but she could only keep him company for a limited amount of time each day. Her sisters had lots of evil to vanquish and Phoebe could only get away at for a few hours at a time, lest she arouse their suspicions. Still, the pocket sized beauty was a great lay.

The Warlock's patience had officially run out and he prepped to take Paige from her own home, since her hipster guests had finally cleared out. Phoebe arrived and sat in his car. She was restless and distracted. The Warlock saw that she was fighting the possessing spirit for control. He would have to make her cum soon, it had been a whole day since the last time he did.

Paige exited her apartment building and the Warlock's patience evaporated. He sternly ordered Phoebe to follow his lead and left his car. Paige's car was parked just a few spaces away and she didn't hear anyone approach. The Warlock stunned her with his stun gun and caught her before she fell on the tarmac. Phoebe helped him put Paige in the trunk.

After a week of idling in place, he finally saw some action. His adrenaline was pumping, making him giddy with excitement. The drive home was interspersed with his maniacal giggling. Phoebe kept shooting him looks that varied from bemused to openly hostile.

Paige was soon stripped of all clothing and tied spread eagle on his bed. Phoebe refused to gag the girl, so the Warlock had to do it himself. He turned away from his captive, passing up the opportunity to admire her physique and focused on his unwilling slave. The spirit inside wanted to jump obediently at every one of his orders, but the mind's original occupant was starting to subtly influence her own body's behavior. Phoebe now looked and behaved like a petulant child.

"She is far stronger than I gave her credit," he thought. He stood directly in front of her and started to unbutton her shirt. With a finger, he lifted the chin of the girl who only came up to his chest. Phoebe stood still, but he could see the fight in her eyes. He swept her shirt off her shoulders. Her big breasts were spectacular, encased only in the thin cotton of her black bra.

He took her by the hand and led her to the armchair. He sat down and ordered her to strip for him. It was their nightly routine since he enslaved her. She would come over, do a striptease for him, then blow him before he fucked her. Her face started to twitch into an expression of disgust for just an instant, but the Warlock noticed and reveled in it. He enjoyed his obedient slave. 

He enjoyed his semi-obedient slave even more.

Phoebe started to sway her hips from left to right, bending her knees up and down. Her hands were busy getting rid of her shirt, giving him a perfect view of her cleavage. When the shirt was finally gone, she turned her back to him and stood still, for just a moment, before her hands started to sweep up and down her sides. He adjusted his erection in his lap.

Phoebe reached down and unbuttoned her leather pants. She slowly peeled the skin tight pants off her hips. As she bent over and began to roll them down her legs, her ass swayed side to side right in the Warlock's face. His eyes were glued to the place where her thong disappeared between her ass cheeks. He could barely hold back from grabbing her globes right then. He opened his zipper and let his erection out.

Phoebe straightened her legs and bent all the way over to step out of her shoes and pulled the pants over her feet. She stood up and stilled. He could see the reflection of her face in the window. There was turmoil and conflict in her features. He reached out and unsnapped her bra. Her hands twitched upwards to cover herself up, but ultimately stayed down. He stood up and swept the straps of her bra off her shoulders, his fingers stroking the soft skin there.

The girl stood still and let out a moan. He reached around and gripped her tits hard, enjoying her gasps. The feel of Phoebe's supple, firm breasts in his hands drove him beyond all limits of patience. He picked her up and set her down kneeling on the armchair. He bent her over slightly and ripped her thong down her thighs. The smooth pussy lips were plainly engorged and he paused for a split second to aim properly before he hilted himself inside the girl. 

Phoebe let out a sharp scream and began moaning continuously as he started to piston in and out of her in an accelerating rhythm. He was fucking all the frustration of his week-long wait into her defenseless pussy. She leaned a bit more forward and braced against the armrests. Her tits were swaying wildly to and fro in time with the slapping sounds of flesh against flesh. Her nipples began to drag against the back of the chair, sending electric shocks of pleasure across her body.

The Warlock changed his angle of penetration and slowed to properly bottom out in the girl on each stroke. The fire in his belly was too strong for him to hold out and, before long, he came with a groan of release. He leaned into Phoebe and her breasts were mashed into the back of the chair almost to the point of pain. The feeling of his hot seed inside her womb made Phoebe cum as well. She let out a series of shrieks in time with her convulsions of ecstasy.

They stayed that way for a while, just catching their breaths and enjoying the afterglow of an orgasm. Phoebe tried to mold her supple body into the Warlock. Despite the fact that her buttocks felt wonderful against his groin, he pushed away from her. There was work to be done.

"Where is the sexual endurance potion?" he asked Phoebe and slapped her buttock.

Phoebe let out a squeal. "It's in a vial in my front pocket," she said, pointing to her discarded pants. He retrieved it and gulped it down.

"Alright," the Warlock nodded, "I'm gonna summon the possessing spirit for your half-sister. You cast the spells to keep her from accessing her powers, and keep her unconscious until I'm done."

Phoebe nodded and hopped to her assigned tasks. In less than an hour, they both stood naked at the foot of the bed containing Paige, ready to enslave her. He gave Phoebe a nod and she lifted the spell from Paige's mind. In a matter of seconds, Paige's eyes started to flutter open. She tried to wipe away the drowsiness from her eyes, but then realized she was bound to the bed. The sleep cleared from her head instantly.

Her eyes shot open and darted about the room, taking in her situation. She finally settled her angry gaze on the naked man in the room, plainly reading the beautiful, naked girl's deference to him.

The Warlock had ample time to study Paige Matthews while he waited for the opportunity to take her. He watched her dance, eat, laugh, run, cry, even sleep. He felt he knew what made her tick, what kind of a person she was inside. He was also still a bit miffed at her elusiveness. His gaze traveled up and down her body, taking in her big orbs, now heaving with anger, her narrow waist and large, sexy hips. She had a great body, just like Phoebe. Her face didn't do her justice at the moment, screwed up into an expression of pure hatred with lips distended around a ball gag, but her red hair fanned out to frame it nicely. A triangle of hair above her mound confirmed "the carpet matched the curtains".

The warlock decided to play a little game with the unintentionally elusive witch, as a sort of payback for the long wait. He quickly decided on an approach and grinned in anticipation. He saw a shudder of revulsion spread across Paige's body in response. "Oh, I'm going to enjoy this," he thought.

"Ah, you are awake at last," the Warlock said, affecting a generically foreign accent. "As you can see, you are naked, gagged and tied on a bed. Please try to remain calm after I say this, but you are going to get raped."

Paige began thrashing immediately. She screwed her eyes shut and pulled and tugged at her bonds with all her might. The Warlock was mesmerized by the sight of her heaving bosom, jiggling wildly in all directions. He also noted how strong her thighs were, the muscles there were rippling under the smooth skin. The entire bed started to creak and shift by a few millimeters in all directions. The Warlock was starting to worry the young girl would break the bed frame and get loose. He glanced to the nightstand and the tazer on top of it.

His worries faded when Paige stopped thrashing. She looked to be completely exhausted. Her bosom was heaving for breath, making her breasts shudder delightfully. She leveled an even glare at him again. The fight might have been out of her limbs for a while, but her eyes told a different story. The Warlock smiled broadly, thinking to himself how good it was a witch's look couldn't actually kill.

"Well, that wasn't very calm of you," he said jovially. "But, perhaps, I wasn't very clear." He paused and seemed like he was searching for the right words. "You see, I will now have sex with your body," he nodded slowly, "Yes. Yes, that's the proper phrasing. I will now have use of your flesh for my carnal pleasure." He smiled a beaming smile at Paige who was looking at him in utter disbelief.

"My lovely assistant," he said, nodding at Phoebe, "will assist us." Phoebe smiled warmly at Paige and gave a nod and a wink. Paige's brow furrowed, and she regarded the young woman with contempt. How could a fellow woman just stand idly by while she was raped like an object? Worse yet, how could she assist too?

"And in the morning," the man continued, "you will be set free. You will gather yourself and go to the police, they will do a, a..." he looked to Paige to be searching for words, "A rape kit! Then they will come here, only to find us gone. They will then struggle on how exactly to inform you of this, but they will never prosecute me."

Paige leveled a mocking look at the foreign sounding man. She wasn't buying his story one little bit. The man smiled, "They will inform you that I have diplomatic immunity." Paige's expression slowly began to change into one of wary disbelief. "By the time they get on the horn to the State Department to have them issue a 'Persona non grata' on me, I will already be on the ground in my home country.

"You see, I am a diplomat that has already been recalled in disgrace for failing to secure a negotiation, so I have nothing left to lose here. You will scream, shout, protest, lead petitions, but I am a member of my country's royal family. I always travel everywhere with a diplomatic passport, and no one will ever arrest and extradite me. So that is the current situation, I will rape you with immunity and impunity. Then we will go our separate ways.

"My own country will never allow me to return to the States, and neither will your country ever allow me to return, after you turn me in. It is highly unlikely our paths will ever cross again. Those are the facts of the coming night. So the question is, what will we take away from this little encounter? Will you become a bitter rape victim, always to be seen by her peers as the helpless one, the violated one? Will you waste your years seeking justice that will never come? Or..."

His little speech made Paige's skin crawl with dread. Her mind raced with the implications of his claims. She studied his eyes, looking for any sign of deceit, but all she could see there was lust.

"Will you take command of yourself?" he finished his question.

How was Paige supposed to "take command of herself", bound and gagged? The gag muffled her short, but bitter stream of expletives. The Warlock leaned back with a growing smile.

"Ah, yes, there is the real Paige Matthews," he said, and Paige felt like she would faint. How did he know her name? She forced down her panic as she realized he probably read her driver's license. "All fight and spirit," he continued.

"Will I succeed to reduce you to a reproductive organ for my use, or will you actually partake of the night's proceedings? Is the little bit of effort needed to abduct you enough to break you? Destroy your spirit?"

Paige's jaw set firm and the Warlock almost burst into laughter. The girl's innate spite and stubbornness will be her undoing! She shot him a defiant look of challenge. He nodded to Phoebe and she moved closer to the head of the bed, temporarily disrupting Paige's brave visage. She bent down and began to gently tickle the inside of Paige's arm with her lips. A shudder ran through Paige at the intimate contact. She looked to Phoebe's eyes and was nearly lost in the lust contained therein.

The Warlock splayed his fingers over Paige's flat belly and began to tickle her with a smile. Paige was astounded. Truly erotic kisses on the sensitive insides of her arms by a hot chick and being tickled all over her stomach were not things she would expect while being violated. The touch relaxed her and tempered most of her worries.

Phoebe moved to Paige's neck and began to bestow sucking kisses there, just nibbling on the skin she would pull in past her lips. Paige moaned in response. Those hickeys would be useful at the police. The Warlock caressed the sides of her rib cage, the touch turning from ticklish to genuinely erotic. His hands moved to her breasts and began to lift and knead them.

Phoebe's face lifted above Paige's and the girls held a look between them for a second. Then she lowered herself down to suck on one of Paige's nipples while the Warlock sucked the other one. Their tongues and teeth on her nipples sent waves of electricity all over her torso, but mostly to her clit. Paige felt, with a bit of shame, that she was getting wet from their ministrations.

Phoebe left the nipple and kissed her way down Paige's torso to her groin. The warlock continued to play with both big breasts. Paige's heaving breath caught in her throat as the other girl gently tongued her outer lips apart. Phoebe sucked on Paige's outer lips, bringing them in her mouth and tickling them with her tongue. Paige bucked her hips in frustrated response. The touch was bordering between pleasure and pain in a way that always made her wild with desire.

Phoebe soon delved into Paige's pussy with an open mouth kiss, her tongue penetrated the inner lips and tasted the nectar gathered there. Paige arched her back to force a stronger contact with the girl's mouth. Phoebe licked with wild abandon, sending Paige to greater ecstasy. When she caressed her clit with her lips, Paige almost came right there and then. She was so close. Phoebe sensed this and straightened up with a light spank over Paige's vulva.

Paige flinched with all her might, her cycle of pleasure so unpleasantly interrupted, her heart beat like a wild thing, fueled by pure adrenaline at the unexpected contact. She was seconds away from cumming. She looked at Phoebe with wild eyes, but the other girl's eyes held no malice, only mischievous amusement. The Warlock let go of her breasts and switched places with Phoebe. As he took his erection in hand and aimed at Paige's center, she was torn between her lust for more and the dread of an unknown man's spunk inside her. If only he had a condom, she would truly enjoy herself.

Phoebe leaned over and let her breasts drag over Paige's and she broke her train of thought. She kissed up and down Paige's jaw line as their breasts mashed together. The Warlock hilted himself roughly in Paige's wet snatch and began to thrust in and out fast. The friction on her genitals was maddening to Paige. Again it was the kind of touch that did it for her, pleasure with a good deal of pain mixed in. 

The warlock was grunting loudly with the effort of plunging his shaft in and out of her snatch. All fear and disgust faded into the background as her hips started rising off the bed on their own. Her body was on autopilot and, even without her willing participation, it was about to climax. Paige made her peace with the inevitable and focused on just the physical sensations. All she needed to cum was some contact on her neglected clit.

Phoebe's hand reached down and began to circle Paige's clit in time with the Warlock's thrusts. Paige was lost in the maelstrom of physical sensations and came hard, the orgasm fueled by all of her earlier fear. She felt a heat envelop her in waves from head to toe. She saw gold blossoms behind her firmly shut eyelids. The Warlock paused his thrusts during her convulsions and then resumed with a ferocity that again shot sensations of pleasure tinged with pain from her pussy. Paige gathered her wits only long enough to plead for him to cum outside of her, but her pleas were muffled by the ball gag.

The Warlock emptied his balls in her pussy with a loud groan. Phoebe turned and started to kiss all over his face and chest. Paige's expression changed quickly from one of defiled disgust, to confusion, to fear, to serene adoration directed to her rapist. 

The Warlock pulled out and sat back on his haunches, catching his breath. He gestured to Phoebe to release Paige and she did. As soon as the ball gag was out, Paige addressed him as master, her voice dripping with lust. Despite his exhaustion, the Warlock was acutely aware of the fact he had two super sexy witches at his beck and call. He ordered Paige to clean her own juices off his cock and balls, and she did, with light and slow licks. He became rock hard again, thanks to her tongue and the potion. He stood up at the foot of the bed and stretched his protesting muscles. The girls' eyes roved up and down his body in appreciation. He chuckled.

"Alright, ladies," he said, "Make the other one cum, but do not cum yourselves, except when I allow you to."

Phoebe and Paige immediately mashed their lips together in a ferocious embrace. Their hands began to roam all over the other one's breasts. Their kiss broke and they regarded each other with lust for a few seconds before Phoebe lowered her head and suckled on Paige's breast. Paige tilted her head back with a moan. Her fingers twined in the shorter girl's hair.

The Warlock was impressed by the display before him, yet he ordered them to sixty-nine one another. The girls immediately complied, Paige on top of Phoebe. Phoebe used both hands along with her talented mouth to pleasure Paige and the redhead was soon wailing in frustration. She switched her balance to one arm and penetrated Phoebe with four fingers, while sucking her clit ferociously.

The girls were grunting with frustration and wailing for release. Their fingers made squishing noises rushing in and out of their snatches. The Warlock raised Paige's head by her hair and she got the hint right away. She took her hand out of Phoebe and aimed his cock at the drooling pussy. He bottomed out in Phoebe without meeting any resistance. 

Phoebe removed her mouth from Paige's clit. "Please," cried Phoebe, "let me cum! Please, Master, I need your cum inside me! Please! Oh, please, make me cum!"

The Warlock ordered them both not to speak. He preferred their frustrated, animalistic moans. He set his jaw and thrust into Phoebe with wild abandon. Despite having cum twice already that evening, the velvet vice of her pussy drove him crazy. It was so tight and slippery. He pulled out and tugged Paige's hair. She looked up at him questioningly.

"Jack me off," he groaned out insistently. Paige complied instantly. Her hand felt cool on his shaft but he came in a matter of seconds, nonetheless. His seed spurted out of his cock and all over her nose in time with her tugs. When he was spent, she licked his head clean and then deep-throated him. Her swallowing motions made him hard all over again, and he pulled her off.




Warlock Takes a Halliwell Ch. 02



"Turn around," he ordered, "Phoebe will lick all that cum from your face."

Paige spun around and came face to face with the brunette. Phoebe's face was red and her erratic breathing was evidence of her arousal and frustration. Phoebe positively hoovered the cum from Paige's nose. After she rolled it around in her mouth a bit, she swallowed.

"Good girl," said the Warlock as he stroked her clit. "Cum for me." Phoebe's eyes rolled back in her head and her entire body stiffened before it started to shake wildly in orgasm. Her juices were leaking out of her. After a few seconds, she started to draw shuddering breaths again. The warlock grinned. His power over the girls was absolute. He pulled the limp brunette down to the foot of the bed until her legs were hanging off it. He positioned Paige so that her pussy was right over Phoebe's mouth.

He knelt behind Paige and started to thrust into her. He jack hammered from his knees, each thrust taking him just a bit deeper. "Lick away, Phoebe," he said. Phoebe picked up her tired head and began to run her tongue all over Paige's clit, tickling the underside of his cock with each thrust. He started to take long, slow thrusts into Paige to take advantage of the agile tongue. With each stroke, he was pushing in to make their flesh slap loudly and pulling almost all the way out. Paige soon got the hang of the rhythm and started to squeeze his cock.

His balls drew tight and Phoebe noticed, touching her tongue to their undersides. As he penetrated Paige's tight, hot snatch, Phoebe was tickling his balls. He came with a shout and emptied himself in Paige. After his orgasm subsided, he lay on his side, catching his breath. "Clean up her pussy, he said to Phoebe. As she began to lick, he spanked Paige's pale buttock. "Cum," was his simple command. Paige came hard and both of their juices dribbled out of her pussy and all over Phoebe's face. Phoebe licked with wild abandon, seemingly desperate to not let a single drop escape. Paige's face was a picture of ecstasy and Phoebe moaned into her pussy.

The Warlock moved to the head of the bed, propped up a pillow and sat back with his legs spread. "Alright, girls," he said, "I'm getting a bit tired, so come over here and suck my cock before I fall asleep. If I cum, you may also cum."

Before he was done saying that, the girls planted themselves snatch-first on his spread knees. They bent over and had a brief head butt of war over the head of his cock, until Paige leaned over and swallowed his shaft in one fluid move. She started to swallow and his cock swelled in her mouth until it became rock hard again. She gagged a little, but continued to swallow, her throat constricting around his cock, and the warlock gasped in pleasure. Phoebe couldn't reach his shaft, so she snaked a hand in and began to tickle his balls. She planted hot kisses all over his lower abdomen.

Paige started gagging continuously. He loved the sight of her entire body convulsing. Soon, her throat relaxed and she pulled her head up and off of his cock. Phoebe immediately swooped in and pressed her lips around his glans, probing his piss hole with her tongue. Paige gasped for air and stroked Phoebe's sides. She saw the look of approval in the Warlock's eyes and reached around to knead Phoebe's hanging breasts. Phoebe moaned and the Warlock enjoyed the vibrations against his shaft. The girls started to rub their pussies against his knees in earnest.

Phoebe's cheeks hollowed as she applied suction to his shaft. She looked him straight in the eyes as she ran her tongue all over his cock. One hand was stroking his shaft, while the other worked her own clit. Before long, the warlock let loose the dregs of his balls that Phoebe swallowed without pause. Paige came with a shriek, arching her back to press her clit down on the Warlock's knee. Phoebe straightened up and climaxed herself. Both of them flooded his knees with their juices.

As the Warlock came down from his orgasmic high, he ordered the girls to lick his junk and his knees clean. He fell asleep listening to the two witches daintily slurping below his waist.



Warlock Takes a Halliwell Ch. 03



The Warlock was anxiously awaiting the return of his two slaves; Phoebe Halliwell and Paige Matthews. He had enslaved them in the past three weeks by means of a sexually activated spirit possession. He had raped each one and came inside them right after they did, which bound the spirit to their minds. Now all he had to do was make them cum by his doing every thirty hours or so and they would stay his slaves and help him enslave the two remaining witches.

He glanced again at the clock on the wall. It was half past two. He had Paige this morning, right before he ordered her to bring him Phoebe before three p.m. passed. If he didn't make Phoebe cum by then, she would break free of the possessing spirit and he didn't want to think about what would happen then. Phoebe was prevented from attending their early morning session by her sisters' desperate search for a clue of some weirdo cult that was attracting lots of evil magic users. Perhaps he would look into that himself, it was taking up too much of everyone's time.

At a quarter to three, his nervous pacing was interrupted by a knock on the door. He ran to answer it. Paige and Phoebe were there, smiling. He ushered them in and took stock of his slaves. They were both happy and obedient, not showing any sign of fighting the spirit for control. The Warlock frowned. In about twenty minutes, the spirit should evaporate from Phoebe's mind, the orgasmic link expiring, yet the witch looked like she had been freshly possessed. Either Phoebe Halliwell was the greatest actress of all time, or... Well, he had no idea what else could it be. Paige assured him they were not expected at the Manor for two more hours.

He glanced again at the clock. He was fairly certain he made Phoebe cum about ten minutes past nine a.m. the day before, so there was time to have a little fun. His apartment was warded against her calling for Leo, the whitelighter, and he could summon a spirit to re-enslave her if it was necessary. He decided to have an adventure. A little risk to get the blood pumping. He ordered Phoebe to strip.

Phoebe swayed to an imaginary rhythm and pulled the hem of her T-shirt up very slowly. After she got it up over her bra, she shucked it with haste. She bounced her hip up and down, making her short tennis skirt flare and give glimpses of her white undies. She bent over, rolling down her knee-high socks and undid her shoes. Her large breasts looked like they would spill over the cups of her bra. Her feet now bare, she crouched, flashing her panties again.

The Warlock was hard and he noticed Paige was breathing fast, eating up the sight of Phoebe stripping. Phoebe undid her skirt and stood up out of it. She reached behind and undid her bra. She held the cups to her breasts and teased for a minute before tossing the garment away. Her bosom swayed freely and the Warlock heard Paige moan next to him. Phoebe turned her back to them and bent over to roll her panties down her hips, giving them a view of her engorged pussy peeking between her globes. She finally stood up with a flourish, making her breasts bounce delightfully.

The Warlock and Paige tied an unresisting Phoebe spread eagle on the bed and stepped back. In about ten minutes, her possession would end. He decided to wait and see what would happen. In the meanwhile, he ordered Paige to take off her pants and panties. He sat down in the cozy armchair and let his erection out. He ordered Paige to suck him off while she frigged herself to orgasm.

Paige knelt before him and looked him straight in the eye as she enveloped the head of his cock with her luscious, red lips. Her tongue ran rampant over his glans. Her lips made a hard seal and she sucked with all her might. The sensations were so intense, his hips tried to buck away from the girl's hot mouth. Paige saw in his eyes he was about to give an order so she started to run her mouth up and down his shaft, her tongue flattening against the underside of his cock. The hand she wasn't frigging with reached out and gently cupped his balls.

Paige accelerated the rhythm of her bobbing and started to swallow more of his shaft on each stroke until he started to touch the back of her throat. She gagged a little, but kept swallowing and keeping a tight grip on her breathing. She closed her eyes and moaned continuously as her other hand pumped in and out of her cunt with rising speed.

The Warlock was so close to cumming from the sensations of her throat constricting around his cock, his hips started to buck. Soon, the smell of Paige's dripping cunt came to his nostrils, and he came with a shout. Paige pulled her head back, milking the underside of his cock with just her tongue and let all his cum shoot straight into her throat. Her fingers now circled her clit. As his cock started to soften, she swallowed, making him groan. Finally, she came herself, juices gushing out to cover her whole hand.

The Warlock caught his breath and ordered her to walk over to Phoebe and have her lick clean her pussy and her hand. He watched the petite beauty bound on the bed for any sign of discomfort or hesitation. Paige extended her hand to Phoebe and the girl opened her mouth eagerly. They locked eyes as Phoebe sucked on each of Paige's fingers before licking her palm like a dog. The possession should have expired by now.

The Warlock was astounded. Still, it meant nothing, he had the possessed Phoebe tell him the high points of her sexual history and he knew the girl was into bondage and had trysts with girls. "This could just be an act," he thought as Paige neared her third climax of the day riding Phoebe's agile tongue. He ordered Phoebe to make her cum and was astounded when she did. Shouldn't incest provoke enough disgust in Phoebe to reveal her to be free? Phoebe showed no sign of anything but pride in her features as Paige convulsed in ecstasy atop her face, leaving smears of her lady cream.

He knew the girls loved anal sex and didn't mind receiving ass to mouth but hypocritically hated the very thought of putting their tongue in someone else's ass. "Phoebe, lick Paige's asshole." Paige adjusted her position and Phoebe began licking. The Warlock carefully studied Phoebe's eyes and brows, visible behind Paige's jiggling, snow-white ass cheeks and determined there was no disgust there. "Stop," he said. "Paige, lie next to Phoebe."

He was deep in thought as the girls caught their breaths. The possession spell was in a lost, ancient language that was difficult to understand and interpret. A modern magician merely chanted the words and noted the final effect, but he prided himself in trying to understand his workings better than that. As close as he could interpret it, the spell meant that the orgasm clock counted from any orgasm that was his doing, so he couldn't merely order the girls to masturbate and have eternal slaves. But what constituted his doing? Did he have to physically fuck them himself, or could he order an agent of his, such as the other slave to do it for him? Did that count?

He wished it would count, as his efforts to coordinate Paige's integration with the Charmed Ones and his daily fuck sessions with them were getting convoluted and ridiculous. Prudence and Piper were still in the dark about his plot, but if they ever became even a little suspicious at Phoebe and Paige running off together on their fruitless shopping trips, he would be fucked up beyond all reckoning.

"Phoebe, when did you last orgasm?" he asked her.

"Last night, around midnight," was Phoebe's response.

"Did you masturbate?"

"No, Master, Paige got me off with her fingers, just like You ordered."

The Warlock frowned and did a take. "I ordered?!" he shouted in angry confusion.

Paige and Phoebe shared a look like kids caught doing something wrong. "Yes, Master," said Phoebe, with a note of caution in her voice, "You ordered us to bring each other to orgasm whenever we could do it discreetly and without arousing any suspicion. Last night, Prudence was minding P3 until late, and Piper was out with Leo tracking leads on the cult."

"When did I order this," he asked with a furrowed brow.

"The second night after we enslaved Paige," said Phoebe.

The Warlock sighed in sudden remembrance. He truly did say that. He was high on seeing the two sisters kneeling cheek to cheek before him, mouths open to catch his shooting jism, that he actually groaned out such an order.

It appeared that he could now let loose his two slaves and keep them at the same time. They would reset the other's thirty hour counter continuously. He worried needlessly all this time. His plans for the Charmed Ones could accelerate without any risk. He sat down in his chair and ordered Phoebe to give their usual report while Paige untied her.

"Master, we did it! My sisters invited Paige to move in with us!" Both the witches beamed with pride.

"Well then, my little ones," the Warlock said, "you must be rewarded." He stood up and held his arms out to the sides saying, "Come and unwrap your reward."

Paige and Phoebe leaped at him and began to tear his clothes off. In no time, they had him naked. They knelt before him of their own accord, Phoebe nuzzled his balls, while Paige took his flaccid member in her mouth, sucking to make him hard again. Each had a hand between the other's legs while the other hand was busy pinching a breast.

His cock was rock hard in a matter of minutes, despite having been spent so recently. He ordered Phoebe to stroke him slowly, and Paige to pleasure her. Paige took Phoebe's face in hand and kissed her sloppily. Her other hand snaked lower and started to run in and out of the smaller witch's pussy with plainly audible squishing. Phoebe rubbed hard on her own nipple and came with a loud scream. Paige kept constant, but gentle pressure on her clit and Phoebe soon experienced a second orgasm, right behind the first.

The Warlock was mad with lust by now. He could never imagine getting tired of the hotties before him. He led Paige to the bed and had her kneel on it. He knelt behind her and ordered, "Phoebe, come and aim me into your sister's pussy." Phoebe jumped to comply and soon he penetrated Paige's hot, wet snatch, while Phoebe tried to circle the very base of his cock with her small fingers. He gave her a look and she moved to stroking Paige's clit in time to his thrusts. Paige managed to open her shirt with one hand. Phoebe put her face in Paige's big, pale breasts and started to suckle and nibble the rosy nipples.

Paige started to wail in wordless protest at the overwhelming sensations she was subjected to. Phoebe whispered encouragements at her breasts and the Warlock just plowed her with relentless zeal. Paige came hard, her juices coating his cock and running over his balls. The Warlock pulled out and set her aside. He grabbed Phoebe's hair in both hands and stuck his cock in her mouth as soon as it opened.

He went all the way to her throat and the young witch heaved short breaths in between his insistent thrusts. Her gulping motions were the last thing he could endure and he buried his cock down her throat and let loose his orgasm with a shout. The girl's throat milked him dry and he fell backwards, almost passing out with the combination of pleasure and exertion. "I really should have mixed up another batch of the sexual endurance potion," he thought.

Paige and Phoebe lay on each side of him as he caught his breath. Their pale, soft breasts pressing into his sides. "Alright girls," he said as he caught his breath, "proceed with the plan as usual. One amendment, though.

"You will no longer run over to my apartment every day. You have to make the other one cum on a daily basis, instead. Your primary concern is not to be suspected, let alone discovered, as you do this. Inform me by text message of every orgasm as soon as you can and include the exact time it happened. As exact as you can get it, anyway. You will report to me every day, but by email, instead of in person."

He sighed in disappointment. He was cutting back on his adoring slaves, but the plan needed to be hurried up. There were two Halliwells still not enslaved and he had no idea how he was going to get either to have sex with him. Phoebe and Paige were meant to find a way for Prue or Piper to be tricked into binding their own powers. Keeping Paige from realizing her powers with a spell was one thing. Binding a fully fledged Charmed One's power was something completely different. It was impossible without their consent. The only other way was for the girls to trick one of the sisters to join them to bind the fourth's powers with the Power of Three. 

Both the known options seemed like such incredible long shots. Walking up to Prudence or Piper with their powers in place and attempting to rape them was one of the surest and most painful forms of suicide known to man.

"Kiss me and get cleaned up before you go." The girls kissed him on each cheek and went to the bathroom. He was suddenly too depressed to even go and watch them clean up. He usually enjoyed seeing them undress, dress and clean up. The gain of the other two Halliwells down the line seemed insignificant to the loss of the two hotties right now. The girls got dressed, waived and left. He cursed at the ceiling.

The following week gave him no opportunity to dwell on his loss, however. The Warlock's Master contacted him and ordered him to destroy the cult that began to give the Charmed Ones a headache. The reason was shrouded from the Warlock, but the order was clear.

He jumped to the task with all his power and savvy and soon deciphered their intent. They wanted to bring to life one of the Ancients, a feat that would destroy human civilization. They gathered hundreds of evil witches and dozens of innocents with particular traits and good witches that were to be sacrificed. He routed all the information he gathered to the Charmed Ones via his two slaves and Paige soon became considered an equal to the other sisters.

Armed with the knowledge he obtained, and the Power of Three, the four girls ventured to meet and defeat the evil cult at an unholy location. They succeeded, but at a terrible price.

Prue was chanting along with her sisters, the final chant that would dispel the evil cult's resurrection spell. The Ancient One was already starting to stir behind the barrier. Time was running out. Each sister covered a side of the world and invoked the Powers therein to come and undo this evil. It was a good thing Paige came out of the woodwork when she did, Prue had no idea where they would otherwise find a fourth powerful good witch at such short notice.

Prue's position meant that she was face to face with the sacrifices. Their eyes pleaded at her for help, but Prue knew she had to keep chanting, or else everyone would die. The innocents and the good witches were sacrificed one by one, their blood draining all over the altar. Prue wept, but kept chanting, hoping against hope they will break through before the next innocent is slain. Then the next one. And the next one after that.

The slain innocents stood up, horrible wounds gaping and began to shamble towards the chanting Prue. Their arms stretched out towards her and they began wheezing at her. "Murderer!" "Why didn't you save us?" "Help me!" "Why did you want me to die?" 

They shambled closer, the accusations clear in their eyes and Prue screamed that she was sorry. Their arms smeared their blood over her face and Prue tried to run away from the dead, only to fall off her bed.

For the second time that night, Prue was woken from her nightmare by sharp contact with the floor. She groaned and checked the clock. It was four in the morning. She had managed to accumulate two and a half hours of sleep this night, which brought her total for the week since they defeated the cult to twelve and a half hours. Her head slumped back down on the shag pile carpet. It was not like her waking hours were any better. The horrified eyes of the sacrifices haunted her every waking moment.

She let out a sigh of despair and clambered onto her tired feet. It was a good thing she didn't have a job to hold down at the moment, cause she would fail at it. She slowly stumbled down the hall and stairs until she came to the kitchen. She brewed up a pot of coffee. There was no point in trying to get any more sleep that night. "Maybe in the afternoon I'll catch some zees, but not tonight," she lied to herself.

Prue sat at the kitchen island and sipped away the entire pot in a vain effort to fully wake up. The images from her nightmare and the memory of people being sacrificed right before her eyes were blending together into an unending tableau of horror. She was beginning to doubt her own sanity, she was no longer certain when she was awake and when she was asleep, since the death cries and the desperate pleas for help resounded inside her skull at all times.

She was roused from her private hell by Phoebe and Paige coming down the stairs. The two of them had bounced back quite easily, Prue thought. The girls were all shell shocked after the battle. Piper very loudly told the Elders, in no uncertain terms, that they could perform anatomically impossible acts on themselves and went off with Leo to consummate their forbidden attraction. For all of Leo's gentlemanly old timey manners, he was exorcising the horrors from Piper's mind by way of them being joined at the hip at all times. Twice in the past week, Paige went to fetch Piper to help talk Prue down from her ledge of horror, and Prue could overhear her confiding in the younger sisters that she was "raw and in need of lotions".

Prue envied Piper. She had a man to hold her in his arms and tell her everything would be all right, even if it was a lie. 

Phoebe and Paige puzzled her. They seemed to bounce back in a day. They still looked to be haunted by the memory of the battle, but they weren't the nervous wreck that Prue was. She watched them this weekend. They went out to dance, barely dressed and came back in the wee hours of the morning to sleep half the day. During the work week they slept soundly all night, worked and came back home as quick as they could, their worry for Prue apparent on their faces.

That wasn't how things were supposed to go. Prue was the eldest. She was the one who practically raised Piper and Phoebe. She would have raised Paige if she knew of her too. She was the one who should comfort the others, not the one to be doted on by the youngest two. Their looks of concern were humiliating. She knew what they could see, she saw it in the mirror every day; the bleary eyes with rings under them, the hair that looked like it might start falling out at any time.

"Did you get any sleep, sweetie," asked Phoebe in a hushed tone, as if Prue might fall asleep at any moment and she didn't want to startle her awake. Paige came over and rubbed Prue's shoulders gently.

Prue cleared her throat. " I got a couple of hours," she said, noting the concerned look the other two shared. "It'll be enough for today," she lied. "I'll catch up on all my sleep after you two go to work and stop stomping around like..." Prue's attempt at a joke was paused by her yawn, "like elephants."

"Alright, sweetie," said Phoebe. "Whatever you say. Paige and I are going to whip up some breakfast before we go to work. Do you want some?" After Prue nodded, Phoebe told her to sit at the breakfast nook.

Prue sat down, blinking at the morning Sun and closed her eyes. Her mouth went slack and her head started to droop towards her chest when she was startled awake by a desperate cry for mercy. She sat up straight, her heart pounding in her chest. She looked around for an evil witch to slay, but soon recognized the fact that she was safe at home.

Prue heaved a sigh of frustration and masked her true feelings as Phoebe and Paige started to bring in trays of cutlery and food. The two young witches soon dug into the small feast with gusto, while Prue just poked at a bowl of oatmeal. The glass of pomegranate juice Paige was drinking reminded Prue of shed blood and she just closed her eyes and gave up on all pretense of strength.




Warlock Takes a Halliwell Ch. 03



"Uh, girls, how come..." Prue faltered. Paige and Phoebe were looking at her expectantly. "How come you can sleep, and function and... everything?"

Paige and Phoebe exchanged a look of understanding. This was the opening move of the plan the Warlock concocted a few days ago, based on their reports of Prue's sorry state. Prue saw their look and misinterpreted it as a look of concern. She started to explain that she kept seeing the people that were sacrificed right before their eyes, but the other two girls just shushed her and rubbed her shoulders soothingly. Prue started to cry.

"That's it, sweetie, let it all out," said Phoebe. Prue never enjoyed crying at serious stuff, it made her feel so helpless, so she quickly brought her tears to a stop. Phoebe said, "You just try to get some sleep. When Paige and I come back from work, we'll tell you all about it, ok?"

Prue looked up at Phoebe's big, brown eyes. Was there something to tell? The girls finished their breakfast and cleared the dishes, leaving Prue with a basket of muffins and an empty house. Prue tried to meditate, sleep, do anything to take her mind off the horrors she witnessed, and worse, the horrors they all did. She even went for a walk and tried to photograph some birds. Some children shrieked in joyful play and Prue flinched, thinking they were being slaughtered. She finally gave up and went home to sit and wait for Phoebe and Paige to return. They were late and Prue was so sleepy she could barely think, so she decided to take a brisk shower. She wanted to hear what the girls had to say.

Prue was in the shower when Paige and Phoebe arrived home, with the Warlock in tow. Phoebe went in first to scout out the situation and distract anyone if necessary. The Warlock was under the effects of a spell that made him invisible and intangible, so Paige carefully maneuvered his airy bulk up the stairs by means of orbing. In the attic, the girls quickly inscribed a circle and orbed him inside it, where he could await in safety, beyond anyone's ability to harm or even detect him.

When Prue finished toweling herself dry, she dressed in track suit bottoms and a T-shirt and went to find her sisters. She went without underwear. Phoebe and Paige sat around in the living room and greeted her warmly as soon as they saw her.

"Did you manage to get any sleep," asked Paige.

"No," replied Prue, "none at all. Which is what I've been meaning to talk to you girls about. How did you recover from that battle? The people, the children being sacrificed before our eyes, while we couldn't help. How did you get over what we did after we knocked down the barrier?"

"Well, sweetie," started Phoebe with a look to Paige, "what we did to those evil bastards after we brought down the barrier was a big part of the recovery process for Paige and myself."

Prue shook an accusatory finger at Phoebe, "You started flying around! You grabbed a witch's sword and started chopping heads off! And you," she pointed at Paige, "after you orbed the survivors to safety, you came back and orbed people's hearts out!"

Paige set her porcelain features into an expression of exasperation. "People?? I know I'm the new girl around here, but how dare you call those rabid, murdering cunts people?! As far as I'm concerned, when you start to shed innocent blood to bring about the end of humanity, your people card is permanently and irrevocably voided! And what about you, you hypocrite?! You were telekinetically ripping witch's arms off and smashing their faces in with them!"

As Phoebe tried her best to calm Paige down, Prue bit back the memory of what she did. Piper was the only one whose behavior after the barrier fell down wasn't different than usual. She froze and blasted like any day of the week. Prue found herself wishing for Piper, she could always calm things down when Phoebe pissed her off.

"We all did things we're not proud of that day," said Phoebe, "but we saved the world, Prue. You need to get some perspective on things. Yes, people were murdered before our very eyes, yes we snuffed out things that were technically human, but we saved the world, Prudence, the entire world with all seven billion people in it!"

"I know we did, Phoebe," cried Prue, "I know! But I don't feel it. Deep down inside, all I feel is disgust and remorse."

"We felt the exact same way, Prue," said Phoebe, "then we gained some perspective."

Prudence rolled her teary eyes. "How!? How did you gain perspective on this!?"

Paige and Phoebe shared a look and Paige spoke, "We, um, we cast a spell."

Prue blinked in astonishment and opened her mouth, but before she could begin an angry tirade at Paige for violating the personal gain rule, Phoebe interjected, "It wasn't for personal gain."

"How could it not be for personal gain?! What did you two do!?" All Prue needed now was for Karma to come and rip her younger sisters a new one.

"We're not going to tell you if you're not going to listen, Prue," said Phoebe. "Sit back, shut up and listen, ok?" When Prue finally paused in her sputtering protests, Phoebe continued, "We summoned a pleasure spirit, shut up and listen Prue! A pleasure spirit that we made flesh to make love to us, shut up and listen, Prue! After it made love to, shut up, Prue, do you want to know what we did, or what?"

Prue crossed her arms in anger, but she said nothing, only glared at Paige and Phoebe.

Paige softly said, "It is not a spell for personal gain, what we receive, we give on." Hearing that, Prue settled in her chair and indicated for Paige to go on. "It is a primal pleasure spirit that we make flesh and it makes love to us. The pleasure we receive is overwhelming and the spirit possesses us after it makes us cum." 

Paige cut off Prue's protests with a raised hand, "Please, let me finish! The spirit then uses us as his vessels to bring pleasure to others. The possession only lasts until we give more pleasure than we've received initially."

Prudence honestly didn't know where to start with her questions. Turning themselves into supernatural prostitutes was no answer to the trauma they've been through.

"Who you pleasure and in which way is entirely up to your own preferences," said Phoebe. "But the clarity of the whole thing, it is beyond words, Prue. You can dance with one man, drive him wild with your body and let him take you how ever he wants, if that's your thing. You can have threeways, fourways, trains, if you want it, the what doesn't matter," said Phoebe with a distracted look in her eyes. "The how is what matters, Prue. The how is absolute.

"There are no doubts, no worries, fears, insecurities, pointless inhibitions. You become a slave to pleasure, pure and simple. Your body truly feels like a temple to life itself. All the stresses of your life seem so insignificant when it possesses you. You gain the understanding that every obstacle is in your own mind and therefore you have the power to overcome them."

"It's not the sex, which is spectacular, let me tell you," interjected Paige, "it's about the clarity of mind and purity of will. You're truly reminded that you are a part of the human race and that we are all meant to love one another because love is the strongest thing there is in life. You feel that strength in every fiber of your being."

"It's what reminded us that we saved the world and that it is infinitely worth saving," said Phoebe with finality.

Prudence tried to take a moment to rationally consider their words, but her mind was so foggy. All she knew was how desperate she was. This thing sounded like something she could use. "And it's not for personal gain," she asked again.

"No, sweetie, whatever pleasure you receive, you give out even more," replied Phoebe.

"And I'm not going to see myself humped by a dog in a porno in three weeks time?" Prue asked jokingly.

"Not even if you wanted to. It has to be in person and it has to be with a human," said Paige. "If you want, you just say the word and Phoebe and I will summon the spirit and you'll have that troubled head of yours rebooted just as the Goddess intended," she leaned in towards Prue, "with a hard dick jack hammering at your innards."

Prue laughed despite herself. The nightmares were overwhelming her and she felt like she was going to lose it if she didn't do anything soon. Here were two proofs this worked sitting before her. She suspected there would be consequences, but she was of no use to her sisters the way she was now, and her sisters were already lined up on the receiving end. The genie was out of the bottle, and if there were any repercussions to be dealt with, she needed to bring her a-game.

Prue nodded and said, "Alright, summon your spirit and have it fuck me."

Phoebe and Paige smiled broad smiles of relief and Prue found herself wondering why they were so tense. She dismissed her concerns with a weary shake of her head as the girls led her to the attic. Once there, the two girls joined hands before a circle and began chanting in a language Prue didn't understand. Prue stretched and yawned. She wondered how long it was since she saw any action last. Her tired mind was just about to resurface that memory when a naked man coalesced into being inside the circle.

The man was tall and thin, brown haired and not in any way exceptional. Prue had no idea what to expect from this, but an average Joe would have to be the last item on her list.

"Once you're naked," instructed Paige, "take him by the hand and lead him out of the circle. Then you lie back and let him take over."

As Paige and Phoebe went to the door, Phoebe read Prue's lack of awe on her face and added, "It's not about the looks, it's the sensations, sweetie. We put him on a minimal setting for your first time, so he'll feel like an ordinary guy. After you cum, you should only be his for a short while." Phoebe continued in a mocking tone of voice, "You know, we wanted baby's first time to be as painless as possible."

Prue flipped Phoebe the finger. Phoebe stuck her tongue out at Prue and closed the door behind herself. Now Prue was alone with the pleasure spirit.

Prue took her T-shirt off and stood before the spirit topless. It was regarding her with a look of pure lust, and Prue blushed. She forgot how good it felt to be appreciated in that way. She hesitated for a second before releasing the drawstring on her track suit. It slithered down her legs and the spirit inside the circle gaped lustily at her full bush. Prue didn't feel even a bit of embarrassment at that. She took a deep breath and tried to think of anything else she could do, but her faculties failed her.

With another deep breath, she took the spirit by the hand and shuddered at the warm and moist touch. "This is just like a real man," Prue thought. She pulled him out of the circle and towards a desk in the corner. The Warlock smiled and helped her put her behind on top of the desk. He nuzzled her neck and she relaxed into the touch. He ran his hands all over her body and she soon felt herself becoming wet. "It has really been too long a time," she admitted to herself.

Prue ran her hands over the man's torso and started to kiss him back in earnest. His teeth scored her plunging tongue in a way she found erotic. 

The Warlock's hands ran up her sides and lightly scratched, sending shivers down her spine. He hefted her breasts and ran his thumbs over her nipples. They were of average size, but very sensitive, and his touch sent waves of pleasure down to her clit. 

Prue quickly became ready for some serious fucking. She reached down and grasped his cock that was rock hard by now. She arched her back and pulled him inside herself. "Ohhhhh, yeeeessss," she hissed out loud.

"Sweetie, did you take him inside of yourself yet," Phoebe called from behind the closed door. 

Prue flinched and put a hand on the man's chest to stop him from thrusting. As weird as this whole thing was, having her sister and half-sister spy on her was just another level of weird she wanted nothing to do with. Prue shot back at the door, "You can see through the keyhole he is no longer in the circle, can't you?" 

"Yes, but is he inside your circle," asked Phoebe.

The Warlock hilted himself inside Prue's tight love tunnel and started to slowly slide in and out. The friction inside her was overwhelming to Prue, so she needed a few moments to collect her wits and remember there were peeping Toms at the door.

"Fuck off," she yelled breathlessly.

Phoebe could tell from the hitch in Prue's voice the answer to her earlier question was yes. "Ok, sweetie, we'll leave you two lovebirds alone for real now," said Phoebe and Prue could hear a big smile on that girl's face. "Just a couple of things you need to know."

Prue tensed, the fog of lust clearing from her mind. This could not lead to anything good.

"By taking him inside yourself," said Phoebe, matter-of-factly, "you've activated the possession spell. To only be possessed as we described things earlier, you need to cum before the spirit does."

Prue was stunned. How could she, even for one second, think she could trust Phoebe, the reigning queen of irresponsibility?

"If you abort the proceedings now, you'll be his slave for a year and a day," said Paige. "If you continue, but cum after he does, you'll be his slave for an entire menstrual cycle."

The girls bid Prue good luck and she could hear them going down the stairs. She could barely comprehend her predicament. There was a cock in her pussy and she was so tired, it felt like her mind could hardly process any information anymore. The option of aborting and being a slave for a year she quickly dismissed.

The Warlock smiled a big smile and started to thrust away with abandon, his balls slapping against Prue's ass. She focused on the reality of the here and now. She managed to put away all the demons and cults and witches in a separate mental filing cabinet and put a lock on it. All that mattered was that she was being fucked, and that she would continue to be fucked for the next four weeks or so.

"Fucking Phoebe fucked me, along with fucking help from that fucking newbie Paige," thought Prue angrily. "Those fucks! I hope Piper fucks them up something bad when she hears of this fucking mess."

The Warlock bent down and took a nipple in his mouth to lick. Prue moaned and arched her back. As the Warlock tugged on her other nipple, the sensations of pain contrasted to the pleasure she was feeling and she came to an epiphany of sorts. She was better than Phoebe, and also Paige, in every way. She was older, wiser, smarter, stronger, so there was no reason she could not cum just as quick, if not quicker than them. "And if those fucks can do it, than so can I," she thought.

Prue tightened her vaginal muscles and the Warlock's penetrations ground to a halt. She relaxed and tensed a few times in quick succession and the Warlock was regarding her with confusion. His breath was hot on her face and smelled of berries. She leaned back on her elbows for support. Her ankles locked together behind the Warlock's back. She looked him straight in the eye and began to grind herself up and down his cock. She let her instincts guide her and soon began to thrust with wild abandon, her back arching to hit all her pleasure spots. The tired ache in her flexing thighs only underscored her mounting pleasure.

She saw the look of desire in his eyes and all the floodgates in her mind were crumbling. She gasped and sobbed in utter surrender. Her thighs lost strength and she thrust herself at his cock at an angle that put all the stimulation on her clit. She came with a soft, wordless wail. Her green eyes shut tight and she saw a ruby light pulsing on the back of her eyelids. The pleasure radiated from her pussy in waves of heat and spasms. 

The Warlock was desperately close to cumming when Prue took over the grinding. The sight of her breasts jostling around mesmerized him. He thought he could make out the tender sound of them slapping against each other over the loud smacks of buttocks against thighs and the squishing sound of Prue's tight, wet cunt. Her sobs and yelps were music to his ears. There was, to his mind, nothing in the world more lovely than a woman eagerly taking her pleasure from a man.

When Prue came, he felt like he was witnessing the birth of a timeless work of art. His cock was so hard that the contractions of Prue's cunt resonated deep in his own belly. Her juices dripped down his balls and he could smell them. As the brown haired girl caught her breath lying naked and open on his cock, his animal instincts took over completely.

He pulled out almost all the way and thrust back in as hard as he could. The jolt brought her head up and he looked from her flushed breasts to her beet red face and the drowsy green eyes upon it. The friction and the heat on his cock stoked a heat in his loins and he came inside the gasping girl after just a few more thrusts.

"I love you," he spat out as he spurted inside her.

The expression on Prudence Halliwell's face changed quickly from exhausted ecstasy to confusion, to fear to rapt adoration.



Warlock Takes a Halliwell Ch. 04



The Warlock woke up on his bed and stretched. He glanced at the bedside clock and wondered what had woken him up this early in the morning. Just as he closed his eyes, his doorbell rang. He groaned in frustration and kicked the sheets off. As he stood up, he began quietly chanting an orb of heat spell. Whoever woke him was in for a world of hurt. He knew it was a muggle annoyance as he had the Halliwells put up alarms that warned him of magic users approaching his tenement. The only exceptions to the alarm were his recently enslaved Halliwells themselves.

He got to the door just as the bell rang again. He took a calming breath and waived a hand over the crystal orb by the door. The clear orb turned foggy for an instant before revealing an image of Paige Matthews and Phoebe Halliwell. The Warlock frowned and opened the door.

"Didn't I order you to let me sleep in this morning," he inquired with a tone of exasperation.

The girls squirmed uncomfortably for a moment before Phoebe spoke up, "I had a premonition about Piper and Leo." The Warlock wordlessly stepped aside and gestured them in. Both the girls had sundresses on and the Warlock admired the way those clung to their bountiful curves as they entered his home.

"What did you see," he inquired businesslike.

"I saw Piper startled to tears by a phone call, then Leo was in a robe against a cloudy sunset backdrop and then Paige floated around the Manor in white robes," said Phoebe in a small voice.

The Warlock approached the girl and laid a hand on her shoulder in a comforting manner. "What did you feel," he asked tenderly.

Phoebe visibly relaxed under his touch and sighed, "I felt Piper's loss and loneliness, and resentment at Leo and the concept of duty. I also felt a sense of triumph from Paige."

The Warlock looked Paige over. "Are you practicing your healing as I showed you," he asked.

"Yes, Master," she answered and broke in a toothy grin, "As a matter of fact, I finally did it!" Her exclamation was met with raised eyebrows from both the Warlock and Phoebe. "Shall I demonstrate," Paige asked with all the reserve of a nine year old hopped up on sugar. The Warlock nodded his assent with a skeptical look. Paige went to the kitchen and got a small knife she unceremoniously drew across Phoebe's shoulder. 

The girls had been brought to orgasm just the night before, in a wild orgy the Warlock was currently recovering from. The original willpowers still in their noggins could not interfere with the proceedings. Phoebe flinched nonetheless and brought her hand up to the gash.

Paige gently moved her hand away and placed hers above the wound. She closed her eyes and concentrated. Nothing happened for a while, but then, a soft glow began to suffuse Phoebe's shoulder and the wound was completely healed in but an instant. Phoebe gingerly touched the unbroken flesh, while the Warlock openly gaped. 

Paige smirked, "See? A proper whitelighter," she boasted.

The gears in the Warlock's head turned back to the premonition. "So, Leo becomes and Elder," he mused aloud and added to Phoebe, "That's what the sunset in your vision means, he will fill the recently vacated post of Warden of the West Wind. That will mean he will have to split from Piper, leaving her alone and vulnerable. And," he pointed to Paige, "the premonition must mean you will be appointed their new whitelighter. This is absolutely fantastic," the Warlock cackled.

Phoebe's cell phone rang. She instantly held her hands up to shush the others as the ring tone was the one she assigned to Piper. "Hiya, Piper, what's up? Uh huh, uh huh, nooo... really... uh huh... oh, well, he... um, I'm not... Yes, yes, I... ok," Phoebe rolled her eyes as she struggled to get a word in edgewise. She pressed the button to mute her microphone and said to the Warlock, "Leo's been called away on a mission for several days, she feels abandoned." She re-engaged her microphone and began to say words of comfort to her sister.

The Warlock mentally reviewed his original plan for enslaving Piper Halliwell. This development fit in perfectly. If anything, it accelerated his plans. He pulled Paige away from her sister's conversation and ordered her to fetch Prudence. Paige left the apartment, which was warded against orbing and went to the empty storage room down the hall she routinely used. He gulped down another vial of the sexual endurance potion.

The Warlock gestured Phoebe into his den and whispered to her to be supportive lest she arouse any suspicions in Piper. In a matter of minutes, a knock was on his door. He looked to his orb and saw Paige and Prudence. He opened the door and ushered them in.

Prue was wearing a white, men's shirt and a pair of blue jeans. He ordered the girls to take off their shoes and then knelt before Paige. He grasped the hem of Paige's dress and began pulling it up, revealing her red thong. He stood up and pulled her dress off, helped by her raised arms. He tossed it aside and grasped her large, pale breasts in each hand. Paige tilted her head back and moaned in appreciation.

He gave her tits a few playful squeezes before pinching her nipples until they were hard. Prudence watched everything with unconcealed interest. She was ordered to find her sisters sexually attractive, after all. The Warlock licked Paige's nipples and she tangled her hands in his hair. He could smell her arousal. He murmured into her bosom and Paige giggled with delight. He walked her to his bed and pushed her to lie down. He turned and beckoned Prue over with a raised hand.

Prue hopped to him and he began unbuttoning her shirt. Prue's excited breathing made her breasts heave more and more as the buttons were popped. The warlock was disappointed to see her tits encased in a black bra, so he ripped the rest of her shirt open. Prue tugged the sleeves off and he reached around to undo the clasp on her bra. She was now topless and he flicked a finger against each nipple, causing her to yelp. He quickly undid her jeans and she started to wiggle out of them. He ran his fingers around her breasts, touching her skin with just the very tips of his fingers. Prue shuddered in excitement.

She responded to the tickling by putting a hand on his stomach and snaking it into the tent in his boxers. She grasped his hardening shaft and gently pulled it out. She gave it a few pumps as he ran his hands down her sides to grasp her buttocks. "Get on the bed," he whispered into her ear, "and eat the redhead out."

Prue gave a small nod as he stepped aside. She put one knee on the bed and reached up to Paige's thong. Paige lifted her hips allowing herself to be stripped. The Warlock grasped Prue's thong and pulled it down at the same time. Prue tossed aside Paige's thong and stepped out of her own. Paige scooted down on the bed, her pussy dripping with her juices. The Warlock enjoyed the way her breasts jiggled and dropped his boxers. Prue reached out and started to run her hand over Paige's groin. The Warlock made Prue get on the bed on all fours and reached around to her erect clit. He gave it a few flicks and then dipped a finger into her tunnel. She was sopping wet and the Warlock aligned his cock with her pussy and shoved in roughly, holding her firmly by the hip.

Prue's back arched at the penetration and she lifted her head to the ceiling as she issued a moan of delight. The Warlock put one hand in her hair and forced her head down to Paige's pussy. He began to pull out and then push back in, going deeper each time until he hilted himself in the slick vice of her pussy. Prue moaned into Paige's belly with each thrust. Paige played with her nipples as she frowned at the Warlock. The Warlock gave Prue a sharp smack on the rear and she instantly opened her mouth and began to lick Paige's outer lips.

The Warlock set a fast rhythm pistoning in and out of Prue's wet pussy. Prue moaned continuously as the jolting made her unable to do any more than penetrate Paige with her tongue and transmit the vibrations that way. The Warlock put some english in his thrusts and let go of Prue's hair to flick her clit. The room echoed with the sounds of moans, grunts and smacks of flesh hitting flesh for a minute or two before Prue's orgasmic wail interrupted.

The Warlock paused his thrusts to enjoy the sensations of Prue's pussy milking his cock in orgasm. After her orgasm finished, Prue tried to catch her breath, only for Paige to pull her head back down. The Warlock resumed his thrusts and knew he was close, his balls tightened. He hilted himself in the sopping wet vice of Prue's pussy and unleashed all his seed. Prue felt the additional heat and twitching in her belly and she came for the second time. Her body spasmed in pleasure as she saw stars behind closed eyes.

When her contractions ended, the warlock removed his still hard cock from her pussy. It was covered in his seed and her juices. He lay down on his bed, next to Paige and pulled Prue's head up. "Help Paige sit on my cock," he ordered. Prue complied and positioned Paige above his cock. "No," he stopped them, "Other hole." Paige adjusted her position as Prue held his slimy cock upwards.

Paige felt the hot flesh press against her ring. She carefully began to lower herself. The pressure was painful, but she managed it. In a matter of moments, the head popped through her anus and she felt a burning sensation. She took a few calming breaths as Prue distracted her by playing with her nipples. The Warlock gave Paige a smack on her rear and she took a deep breath and let it out as she lowered herself further down his shaft. The pain ebbed and was replaced by pleasure as her muscles relaxed.

Her buttocks soon rested on his hips and her sphincter tried to envelop the last inch of meat that was still outside. Prue leaned in and french kissed Paige. Paige began to slide up and down the turgid shaft in her bowels, while Prue penetrated her pussy with two fingers. Paige gasped in pleasure as Prue put her thumb on the redhead's clit. Prue's deft touch soon brought Paige to orgasm. Paige fell down heavily on the Warlock and took his whole cock in her bowels. Paige's anus tightened around the base of his cock and he came, spurting jets of hot cum. Heat exploded all over the redhead's body and she lost her breath.

Prue removed Paige from their master, leaving his cock to deflate in the suddenly cold air of the room. He stood up and got a drink of water from the kitchen. When he came back, Paige was kneeling next to Prue, who was lying on the bed, propped up on her elbows. Paige's hand was rushing in and out of Prue's pussy in a frantic rhythm and the Warlock noticed his cock hardening again as Prue squeezed her breasts and Paige leaned forward to lick on her rosy nipples.

Phoebe came out of the den and gazed hungrily at the sight of her sister and half-sister on the bed. "Report," the Warlock ordered.

"Piper is crying over Leo answering the Elder's call and not staying with her. I calmed her down some."

"Alright," he said, "after I make you come, we'll take Piper and bring this whole thing home." He pulled Phoebe's dress off and began to knead her large breasts. Her nipples were already erect and he pulled on them gently, eliciting soft mewls from the short statured beauty. The Warlock led Phoebe to his bed and plopped her down right next to Prue, who was moaning loudly. He pulled off Phoebe's panties and put a finger to her pussy. She was already creaming. He began to lick at the sweet nectar already there and more soon flowed forth.

Prue pulled Paige's face up to hers and gave her a big kiss just as Paige's fingers sent her over the edge into another paroxysm of ecstasy. She gushed juices into Paige's hand and her whole body undulated with waves of pleasure. Spent, Prue lay back and closed her eyes with a dreamy sigh.

The Warlock licked his way up Phoebe's flat belly to find her licking Prue's juices off Paige's hand. He was rock hard so he guided himself into Phoebe and began to slowly plow her pussy open. Phoebe yelped as he gained each inch of penetration until he bottomed out in her. He held still for a moment before pulling out and then ramming himself back in. Paige's hands were busy stroking Phoebe's breasts as she pulled the redhead's face in for a kiss. Phoebe understood that her Master meant for this to be a quick fuck so she did everything she could to accelerate her orgasm. She snaked a hand between herself and the Warlock and started to gently stroke her clit.

Soon, Phoebe climaxed with a torrent of juices slipping out of her pussy. Her whole body arched in pleasure, ramming her head into the mattress. Paige let go of Phoebe's breasts and the Warlock saw the white pressure marks of Paige's fingers contrast to the crimson Phoebe's orgasm brought to her ample tits. The contractions of Phoebe's pussy finally got him off and he shot his load into her. After he caught his breath, he pulled out of Phoebe and ordered Prue to lick him clean.

"Alright, girls," the Warlock said, after a while, "It's time to bring the last of you into the fold. Get cleaned up, you all smell of sex, and let's do this just as we planned." The girls nodded their assent and filed into the bathroom to wash. The Warlock lay back and turned his head to observe the sisters gently run wet washcloths over one another's sweaty flesh. Even if he had not taken the potion earlier today, he would be rock hard from that sight alone. He sighed and got up to summon the possessing spirit.

Paige and Piper orbed into the storage room, just down the hall from the Warlock's apartment. Paige opened the door and carefully peered out, then led Piper down the hall to where Prue and Phoebe awaited them.

Prue regarded Piper's red rimmed eyes with concern. "Are you alright, Piper," she whispered.

"Yes, yes," lied Piper, also in a whisper, "I'll be fine. It's nothing." She looked Prue up and down, "I'm glad to see you've finally gotten some sleep. Now, what's this about a remnant of the Cult of the Ancients hiding out somewhere? Didn't we vanquish them all, just the other week?"

"There is still the instigator of the whole thing," whispered Prudence ominously, "He's a powerful warlock possessed by a demon, and he hides out in that apartment there." Prudence pointed to the Warlock's apartment. "We can't scry into his apartment, and Paige can't orb inside either." Piper gave Paige a surprised look and Paige solemnly nodded. Prue continued whispering, "We need to overpower the warlock, bind him into a circle to remove the demon from him and then vanquish him. After that, we are truly done with these lunatics. Are you ready for this, Piper?"

Piper steeled herself and nodded before tying her long, straight, brown hair into a tight ponytail.

"Good," whispered Prue, "here's the plan. Phoebe will guard the hall and make sure no innocents happen by. Paige will orb the bolts holding the door closed and I will open it, then you," Prue pointed at Piper, "step in and freeze the entire apartment. We enter and clear every room of any nasties and subdue the warlock if we find him, if not, we lay in wait with a trap."

Piper smiled, "It would be nice to finally be the ones that set the trap instead of spring it, but wait, are you sure you'll be able to open the door?"

Prue frowned. "Piper, I'm not gonna kick it open, I'm gonna, you know," Prue gestured with her hands.

Piper nodded repeatedly, "Right, right, right, your power, I gotcha. Ok, let's do this. I'm ready." The girls looked at each other and assumed their positions in front of the door and in the hallway. Piper was itching for some vanquishing. Leo promised to be with her forever and then just up and left within a minute of getting the call. She hoped her anger wouldn't cause her to blow away half the building if it came to that.

After a nod from Prue, Paige orbed a few bolts into her hand and Prue gave the door a reproachful stare. The door instantly pivoted wide open and stopped just short of slamming into the wall. Piper took one step inside and froze the whole apartment. Prue put her hand on Piper's back and they advanced inside, crouched like commandos. The apartment was unremarkable in all respects and the girls soon saw there was nobody inside. Paige closed the door and orbed the bolts back into place.

"Ok," said Prue, "we need to inscribe and bless the circle, Piper, you stand guard and freeze the warlock if he comes in while we're doing this."

Piper nodded and stood guard by the door. The other three girls quickly inscribed a circle and laid about herbs and objects needed for the ritual. They stepped inside and each joined her left hand with the right hand of the girl to her right, forming a triquetra. They began a chant in a language Piper didn't understand. She frowned with the memory of their battle against the rest of the cult. A chill went up and down her spine. She felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. She stood with feet apart and arms at the ready and stared at the door, expecting all hell to break loose at any moment. She was starting to feel a bit queasy.

Tense seconds passed, marked only by the repetitions of the chant from inside the circle, when Piper finally understood. The girls were chanting from inside the circle. A circle was only blessed from the inside if a witch sought to be protected from something by said circle. If a witch wanted to exorcise a demon, she needed to bless the circle from without.

"Guys, guys," she said urgently, "You're doing this all wrong!" Piper's protests were cut off by a sudden and overwhelming pain erupting from her midsection. Her belly muscles cramped up and doubled her over, driving the breath from her lungs. The pain spread throughout her body, feeling like every one of her bones was being ground up into fine powder. Her jaw locked up and her legs buckled. The only thought Piper could form was that it felt like she was being ripped out of her own skin. The pain became a blindingly hot explosion in her head, denying her sight and sound. She had no idea how long it lasted, but the pure agony was so strong, she found herself wishing she would just die and be done with it.

Just as suddenly as it felled her, the horrible agony abated. She took a deep breath and realized she was on the floor. She hadn't noticed falling over, but she did notice she was exhausted and dizzy. She wiped the sweat off her brow and looked to her sisters. They were smiling in triumph. Piper opened her mouth to say something, but was startled by the sound of the door opening. A tall, brown haired man wearing a shirt and jeans entered the apartment and locked it behind himself.

Piper snapped out of her misery and tried to utilize her power to freeze the Warlock. The Warlock turned around and smiled at her. Piper could only gape.

"Hello, Piper," said the Warlock. Piper again extended her arms towards him and tried to blow him up. Nothing happened. "Don't bother," he said and pointed behind her, "they bound your powers from you."

Piper stood up on wobbly legs, trying to assume a defensive crouch and was caught and steadied by Prue and Paige. "Guys, get him," she yelled desperately, "My powers are gone!"

"We know, Piper," said Prue softly, "We're the ones that took them from you."

Piper could only gape at Prue.

"We did it," whispered Paige right in her ear, "so you could become his slave, just like us." 

Piper shuddered at the sexual tone in Paige's voice and the moist breath in her ear. This was a complete nightmare. She drew a deep breath and bellowed, "LEO!!! HELP!!"

The Warlock screwed up his features into an expression of displeasure and Prue put her hand over Piper's mouth. The apartment was warded against calling a whitelighter, but Piper was annoyingly loud. "Should we gag her," asked Paige.

The Warlock nodded. "Phoebe," he said, "Take off your panties, wad them up and gag Piper with them, then tie it all off with one of my neckties." Phoebe took off into the next room.




Warlock Takes a Halliwell Ch. 04



Piper finally snapped out of her disbelief and began to struggle to get free but Prue and Paige held her fast. She kicked out only for the Warlock to bend down and collect her legs. Piper was carried, twisting and squirming to the bed, where she was held in place by her big sister, her recently discovered half-sister, and a warlock. Prue's hand never left her mouth.

Phoebe soon came back and she and Prue managed to force Phoebe's panties into Piper's mouth and then secure them in place with a necktie. Piper was horrified when she could smell Phoebe's arousal on the panties and when they touched her dry tongue and were already wet. Piper's incessant pleas for mercy and help were now all but inaudible. Paige and Prue kept trying to shush her as if she was a baby who wouldn't go to sleep.

Phoebe knelt on Piper's ankles and the Warlock lifted Piper's butt off the bed. Phoebe undid Piper's belt and zipper and pulled her slacks down to mid thigh. Piper couldn't press her thighs together strongly enough to stop her. Phoebe scooted over to kneel on only one shin and the Warlock took hold of Piper's other leg. He pulled off her slacks and all of Piper's efforts to stop or kick him were rendered futile by his iron grip. Phoebe and he changed legs and divested Piper of her slacks. 

The Warlock held Piper's legs down while Phoebe went away again. Piper kept struggling and trying to kick free, but she was having no luck. She looked to Prue and begged for help, but Prue just smiled warmly at her and urged her to relax. Piper closed her eyes and tried to catch her breath. A touch of something cold on her belly startled her. She struggled to crane her neck and see what it was, but Paige leaned over and her red hair blocked Piper's view.

"Relax," Paige drawled gently, "Relax, honey, just relax. Relax, it's ok, just relax." Piper had no intention of relaxing and her eyes made it very clear that she blamed Paige for this evil betrayal that came to pass. The fight dimmed in Piper's eyes, as she realized what the cold thing was. It was a pair of scissors cutting her t-shirt away. Piper looked on in horror as a smiling Phoebe cut her shirt up to her chest and then cut towards each of Piper's shoulders in a Y shaped pattern similar to that seen on TV shows starring medical examiners. Phoebe gave a good yank and the remains of Piper's T-shirt were tossed away.

Piper again gave her all to break free of the iron grips holding her down. Phoebe, sporting a warm smile, tucked the scissors under her black bra and snipped. Phoebe looked a desperately begging Piper right in the eye, as she drew the sharp tip of the scissors over the sensitive skin of Piper's breasts to push the bra cups aside. Phoebe leaned down and kissed each nipple, eliciting a shudder of disgust from Piper.

As soon as Phoebe moved, Piper was struggling again. She tried again to summon her powers, but they were stubbornly persistent in their absence. She stilled in panic as the scissors touched her hip and snipped twice at the fabric there. Piper could not help blushing in mortified shame as the dark panties went flying. She was now completely naked, not only in front of her sisters, but a slaver warlock as well. She closed her eyes and wished with all of her heart that Leo was there to save her.

Phoebe stood up and set the scissors away. She produced a pen knife and began to peel what looked to Piper to be a ginger root. Piper played possum for a few minutes as she pleaded wordlessly with her big sister to help her. "Piper, just try to relax," whispered Prue. "This won't hurt a bit if you relax. Everything is going to be ok. I'll take care of you like always. Just relax."

Piper shut her eyes and rolled her head in defeat. Betrayed by her sister, she sobbed and stilled. After a minute of utter stillness, Piper suddenly flung all her limbs into action. The trio holding her down hadn't relaxed for a split second and her adrenaline powered struggles of desperation produced no result but alarming pains in all her major joints. When her strength finally gave out for real, all she could do was breathe. It felt to her like her nose was no longer capable of sucking in enough air to satisfy her protesting lungs.

Phoebe again took to kneeling on Piper's ankles and the Warlock lifted Piper's ass off the bed by a foot. All of Piper's joints protested. Piper's contortion prevented her from even flinching as she felt a finger snake between her buttocks. The Warlock's finger was spreading generous amounts of lubricant all over her asshole and then one finger penetrated her up to a knuckle. Piper felt hot tears run down her cheeks as the burning pain in her ass was amplified by a second finger penetrating it.

Her three sisters crooned at her to relax, but Piper shut her eyes and tried to block out their voices. The fingers finally exited her body and Piper released a breath she didn't know she was holding. Before Piper could even sniffle properly, something thinner, but harder than a finger, penetrated her anus. The pain was somewhat lessened by the lubrication, but it increased as the thing went in deeper and Piper could plainly feel it's diameter increasing. Finally, the Warlock pushed the ginger fig into her past the retention ring and it held there.

Paige and Prue took turns gently kissing Piper's wrinkled brow, but Piper was lost in a sea of denial. She barely noticed the three girls repositioning themselves so they could hold her down with her legs spread and leave the Warlock free to do as he pleases. Adding insult to injury, Piper's pussy started to get engorged and moist against it's owner's will. Being naked and physically aroused before her kin and a stripping warlock was a debasement without precedent for Piper. She lost the will to resist and saw no point in it anymore. Only the touch of a hot piece of turgid flesh on her nether lips stirred her. She lifted her head and tried again to channel her powers at the Warlock. He was unaffected and proceeded to slip the head of his cock right past her inner lips. Piper looked into the Warlock's eyes. Her brow screwed up in desperation and she pleaded with teary eyes.

The Warlock penetrated her roughly with a smile and the light went out of her eyes. Her sisters were holding her down for this rape and actually caressing sensitive spots on her skin with their mouths. She cared not what happened anymore and she retreated to a place deep inside, where the horrible events of the outside world would not reach her. She thought idly of random things and recollections from her young life to pass the time till the end, but something slowly and insistently pried away at her barriers. Piper could not tell how much time had passed, but her limbs had stopped sending messages of pain, and all her muscles were drained of strength. A sensation was emerging in her awareness and it would not go away.

She was startled to realize she was feeling physical pleasure and lots of it. It was the final straw that broke her, to experience the same sensations as she did with Leo, the man she loved, during a violation. Piper cried out in denial and anguish, but the plateau was reached and it could no longer be denied. The rock hard cock pistoning in and out, Paige's thumb on her clit, Phoebe suckling on her tit, and Prue kissing her ticklish spots under her arms, it all piled on. Piper's body orgasmed.

In utter shame and disgust, she endured the Warlock emptying his balls into her. In mere moments, the worry left her diminutive features and she smiled a radiant smile. Prue undid the necktie and removed Phoebe's panties from Piper's mouth. "Master," said Piper, reverently.