Prue's cheeks burned with shame. She couldn't meet her sisters' eyes. But then, strangely, the feeling of waste disappeared. It had vanished. Apparently the curse was just to humiliate her. Which meant it would happen again. Prue's blush deepened and turned to anger. She threw the bottle in her hand, or tried to. It sloshed, letting her know that the cum she'd guzzled earlier had returned. "DAMMIT!"
"Hey, whoa, calm down!" Phoebe was coming to comfort her as fast as her ridiculous heels would allow, strap on dildo bobbing. "We need to think this out…" she started, but as soon as she stepped in range her arm shot out and gave Prue a stinging strike with the crop. "Oh god! I'm so sorry!" Phoebe meant to clap her hand to her mouth, but ended up popping the dildo in. It came to life, and her eyes crossed comically to look at it as she pumped it in her slutty mouth, trying to remove it.
Piper shuffled over as best she could, hands bound to her feet. Drool streamed ceaselessly out of her ring gag. Before she made it five steps, the cursed toys roared to life within her. She toppled beneath their onslaught, and writhed on the floor in forced ecstasy.
Phoebe pulled the vibrator from her lips with a pop and rushed to help her bound sister, but a new sensation came from her crotch. Her eyes widened. "Whoa, what the!?" The strap on was pulling her toward Piper. She struggled against it, but it was too strong. Her eyes met Prue's, hoping for some help. But Prue was struggling to stop sucking her bottle, throat working as she choked down the enchanted cum.
With a final tug, the dildo guided itself into Piper's ring gag, a perfect fit. Phoebe could only watch as she proceeded to facefuck her sister. Any attempts she made to use her hands only made it worse for Piper, the dildo buzzing against her nipples, the crop marking her soaked thighs. Eventually Piper had a titanic orgasm, back arching, practically bucking Phoebe off.
"I am so, so sorry," Phoebe began, but Piper had passed out. A loud pop signaled that Prue had finished her bottle and pried it from her suckling lips.. "We need to go. Now. Whoever is doing this is going to…" Phoebe looked over to see why she had stopped talking. Prue's face had gone beet red. "Are you…are you doing it again?" Phoebe asked. "No," Prue managed through her embarrassment. "It's making me piss myself."
Prue stood an made her way to the door, diaper sloshing. "Let's go, I want out of this as soon as possible. But as she approached the door, the deadbolt turned on it's own. No amount of effort from her could get it to open. She turned to Phoebe. "We've got another problem." |