The Charmed Ones had acquired many enemies over the years, but one in particular had developed a lasting grudge combined with a twisted sense of humor. He had studied in the depths of hell for years on how to get his revenge. He did not want to kill the three witches, he wanted to humiliate and degrade them. He wanted them to suffer. He finally came across the right combinations of powers, spells, and deviltry.
Back at the Halliwell home. The three discussed their latest triumph over evil over some herbal tea before calling it a night then each went to bed. Each had a weird dream: Prue, the oldest, sternest sister dreamt she was a baby and had to be waited on. Piper dreamt she was the bondage slave of everyone she knew, and Phoebe dreamt she was a lesbian dominatrix.
The next morning, Prue woke up to her alarm clock. She went to rub her eyes when she noticed she was holding somethings in her hands. She blinked and looked at her hands. In one hand she held a large baby rattle, and in the other she held a large baby bottle. She tried to drop them but could not. She tried again to shake them from her hands, but it seemed as if they were glued there. She pushed the off button of her clock radio with the bottom of the bottle and got out of bed. Once the sheets slid off of her, she noticed she was wearing a large diaper and a baby bib that barely covered her breasts. The bib had a pink bunny on it and was tied behind her back. On her feet were a pair of huge, plush baby booties. She looked at herself in the mirror and noticed she also had on a baby bonnet. She tried agian to get the rattle and bottle out of her hands but failed. She went to her door and after some struggling got the knob turned and the door opened. She went to Phoebe's door and banged on it with the bottle. While she waited, she brought the bottle to her lips and took a sip. As soon as the liquid hit her lips, she started sucking against her will. She recognized the taste as semen. She wanted to pull the bottle away, but could not. She just kept sucking down the semen.
Phoebe opened the door and saw her older sister standing there sucking away on a baby bottle. Both sister's eyes grew wide as they saw each other. Phoebe had on a twelve-inch black strap on dildo, a pair of ass-less chaps, black, thigh high boots with six inch heels, a black leather bra, and a black leather captain's hat. In one hand she held a riding crop and in the other she held a long, silver vibrator. "What happened to us!" she cried as she tried to shake the items from her hands, but they too were someone glued there.
Prue finally finished the cum and burbed loudly. "I don't know!" she said, "where's Piper?"
They ran to Piper's room and heard strange moanings. They managed to open the door. Piper was naked. Her ankles were bound with chains, and her hands were handcuffed. Her cuffs were tied to her ankle chains, forcing her to bend over at the waist. She had an o-ring gag on. Her sisters went over to her. Piper tried to speak with the o-ring, but could not get out any coherent sounds. Suddenly her eyes rolled back and she moaned. She was wearing a strap on vibtrator and a vibrating butt-plug, and both just clicked on. They stayed on for five minutes before shutting off.
The three spent the better part of four hours trying to free themselves of their ridiculous costumes and get the various devices out of their hands. Any time Phoebe got near one of her sisters, she swatted them hard on the ass with her riding crop. Piper's vibrators came on at least once every fifteen minutes and stayed on for at least five, and Prue crapped in her diapers, with loud farting sounds letting her disgusted sisters know what was happening.
At noon, the phone rang. They had to let the machine get it. "If you want out of your costumes, meet me at Golden Gate Park at 4 O'clock. Be there or be trapped like you are for the rest of your lives!"
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