{ASS} Harmed 4/11 .. Finished at last .. NEW PRED-TV/WB

[PRED]

IV

"Hi ..?!" Piper Halliwell flashed a surprised smile as Dan
Gordon opened the front door. She hadn't even knocked yet, so her
small fist was still hanging in the air, caught in mid-rap. "You were
obviously expecting me," she joked.
"We do live next door to each other," Dan replied. "I saw you
coming out my side window."
"You're supposed to give a girl a chance to knock," Piper
quipped. "You don't want to appear too anxious, you know."
"Sorry .." Dan seemed genuinely confused. The look on his
face told Piper he didn't know whether to take her seriously or not.
"Don't worry," she laughed, kissing him on the cheek as she
slid past him into his living room. "I like eager .. just not TOO
eager." She flashed her eyes and grinned.
Dan smiled back, shook his head and followed her into the
living room. "I'm sorry to bother you with this .." he started.
"With what?" she asked. "Your phone message was just slightly
cryptic. Is everything all right?"
"Yeah," he turned back to face her. "Everything is fine. I
mean I think everything's fine. It's just that .." he shook his head.
"I .. I don't even know how to start .. how to ask you this .."
"Ask me what?" Piper didn't know whether to be concerned or
amused by Dan's obvious embarrassment. He was just SOO cute when he
stammered.
"It's .." he stopped. "Jenny," he blurted out. "It's about
Jenny. I know this really isn't your department, but I don't know who
else to ask about this. And seeing as you're a .. you know .."
"A woman," Piper finished the thought for him. He was SOO
adorable. Guys always were so precious when they hemmed and hawed
around 'female problems.' "Let me guess," she offered. "Period?""
she asked. Dan shook his head. "Sex?" she queried, hoping that
wasn't the case. Jenny was only 13. THAT Piper wasn't ready to
handle.
Dan looked at her, and half nodded, half shook his head.
Piper was definitely warm. * Let's see, what's LIKE sex, but not
quite sex? * she asked herself. * Well, there's always .. * "Ohhh,"
Piper spoke aloud, nodding her head slowly as an image flashed into
her mind -- the image of what 13-year-old girls DO when they are by
themselves and thinking like 13-year-old girls. "Are we talking ..
masturbation?" she whispered with a hushed, exaggerated gravity.
Dan nodded his head quickly and winced.
* Good for you, girlfriend, * Piper laughed to herself,
congratulating Jenny on her discovery. * Nothing like getting an
early jump on things. I was .. what .. 14 ..? * In a split second,
Piper Halliwell found herself reminiscing back to the night she first
discovered the secret of pleasuring herself.
Actually, she wasn't the one who had discovered it. That had
been the sole province of the youngest Halliwell sister, Phoebe. Two
years younger than Piper and barely into puberty herself, Phoebe had
somehow made the DISCOVERY one night. Piper had heard her gasping and
moaning in her bed, asked what was wrong, and received a stroke by
stroke description of Phoebe's 'adventures.'
It had only been a matter of few minutes before Phoebe had
talked Piper into her 'exploring' her own 'secret place'. From that
point onward, the two sisters proceeded to discover masturbation while
Phoebe regaled them both with a VERY hot bedtime story about Harry
Hamlin, Piper's number one crush at the time, along with Prince,
Madonna and Tiffany, who Phoebe then idolized. Then, just as they
were about to REALLY get off, sixteen-year-old Prue had entered the
room. As always, the oldest Halliwell sister quickly killed the fun,
scolding her two younger siblings for being 'sick.'
After that, Piper and Phoebe would play their 'game' whenever
Prue wasn't around to be a wet blanket. In a few months, however, the
kick wore off, and both girls retreated to the privacy of their own
bodies and fantasies. Since then, masturbation had become a familiar
if not regular part of Piper's life. Why were men always so FREAKED
when they learned that women did it, too? She couldn't help but
giggle at the thought of Dan catching Jenny diddling herself.
"What's so funny?" Dan suddenly interrupted Piper's thoughts.
"Nothing," Piper tried to shake off the sillies.
"I don't think it's funny," Dan protested. "I mean, shouldn't
I be worried or something? Couldn't she hurt herself?"
"She's not going to hurt herself, Dan," Piper burst out
laughing. "Did you ever hurt yourself?" She arched an eyebrow at the
thought.
"You know what I mean."
"Lighten up, honey," Piper hugged him. "She's a healthy
thirteen-year-old girl. She's going to test the plumbing once in
awhile."
"Don't .. say it like .. that." His face was totally red now.
"She's a kid for Pete's sake."
"You DIDN'T say anything to her, did you ..?" Piper quickly
became serious. "Please tell me you didn't say anything. I mean that
could really .."
"God, no," Dan cut her off. "Should I have? I mean .. "
"Definitely not," Piper interrupted, shaking her head.
"Believe me, you don't want to go there. You NEVER want to go there."
"I'm just afraid she might .. you know ..?"
"What?" Piper asked.
"Get too .. you know .. excited and start .. doing it all the
time," Dan stammered. "That isn't good, is it ..? I mean if she got
.. like .. addicted to it or something .."
"MEN are so clueless," Piper grinned. "Listen, Dan.
Nothing's going to happen to her. Just leave her alone. As long as
she's just by herself, you have nothing to worry about. Now if you
caught her in bed with Prince, Madonna and Tiffany you might have a
problem."
"What the heck are you talking about?" Dan was dumbfounded.
"It's a long story," Piper laughed. "So this is what has you
all upset? Jenny masturbating? How did you find out anyway?"
"It's a long story." Dan tried to force a smile.
"Does she know that you .. um .. caught her?"
"No," Dan shook his head almost violently. "No way!"
"Okay, relax .." Piper went from being amused to a little
concerned. As silly as this might have seemed to her, Dan really was
troubled. She needed to be compassionate, not mocking. Still, he was
taking this WAY too seriously. And who knows what he saw anyway. *
Maybe he just thought he saw her ..? * Piper considered the notion,
and a smile peeked out across her lips. * Maybe her little pussy
itched, * Piper giggled to herself. * And Dan just caught her
scratching herself .. Oh, yeah, that's what happened .. * Piper
couldn't help snorting aloud. Dan flashed her a puzzled look, and she
tried to contain her excitement. * I'm sorry, but this is just SOOO
dirty, * she apologized to her conscience.
"Listen," Piper broke off her internal musings and spoke
aloud, "are you sure that you .. ah .. saw her .. you know .. "
Suddenly Piper found herself as uncomfortable with the topic as Dan;
not for the same reasons obviously, but uncomfortable nonetheless. "I
mean are you sure she was .. g..getting herself off?" Piper stammered
slightly, and licked a bead of sweat off her upper lip. * Come on,
Piper, control yourself, * she berated herself. * Someone has to be
the adult here. * "I mean did you really see her?" Piper heard
herself asking. "Or just hear her?"
Piper held her breath while she waited for his answer.
Despite the fact that she knew she shouldn't be pursuing any more
details, she just couldn't help herself. The thought of Dan catching
little Jenny playing with herself had triggered something in Piper,
something that went beyond plain naughtiness or curiosity. Piper felt
herself squirm as her pussy began squishing between her legs. She
gazed hard at Dan, trying to loosen his tongue with her intent stare.
"So ..?" she cajoled him.
"I .." Dan paused. "The first one," he said quickly, pointing
to his eyes.
"You saw her?" Piper laughed nervously, still squirming.
"And she didn't see you?" * God, this is sooo unbelievably wicked, *
she couldn't resist another private giggle. * Like something out of
one of those trashy Victorian novels Phoebe is always reading. The
handsome uncle guardian catches his young, innocent niece in the
throes of private passion .. * Suddenly an even more depraved thought
flashed across Piper's mind. "What were you doing?" Piper couldn't
stop herself from speaking her thoughts aloud. "Spying on her?"
"No!" Dan shook his head frantically. "Absolutely NOT!" He
suddenly seemed very freaked out. "It wasn't like that at all. I
swear!" He really did seem disturbed by the whole thing.
* Wow, the poor boy must have really caught an eyeful, * Piper
mused to herself. * I wonder HOW it all came about. Jenny needs to
be more careful. I used to wait until I was SURE everyone was asleep
.. except Phoebe that is (giggle). I wonder what Jenny was thinking
about anyway. God, I remember how horny I used to get at her age.
Whew, old Dan's sure going to have his hands full until her mom and
dad get back. When I was her age, I couldn't keep my hands off
myself, especially with Phoebe around (giggle). * Piper bit her lip,
shuddering at the cascade of memories popping off across her mind like
the flicker of a million tiny flashbulbs. *What was that one fantasy
she had? With the army of evil knights, the fairy princess .. and
their HORSES ..? *
Piper started laughing aloud.
"What?" Dan asked, his eyes as wide as saucers. "What's so
funny?" He wasn't taking this whole thing well at all.
"You know what?" Piper poked him in the ribs. "All this talk
about masturbation has got me thinking .."
"About what?"
"Pinochle .." she hit him. "What do you think? Sex, stupid!
Do you want to know what I think about when I masturbate, baby?" she
wrapped her arms around him and started licking his ears.
"What?" He slowly took her in his arms and began to relax.
"Tell me. What do you think about when you play with yourself?" The
conversation had obviously worked him up, too.
Piper thought about that for a moment, and wondered if it was
really RIGHT that all this talk about Jenny masturbating should be SO
stimulating her and Dan. Every rational bone in her body told her
that the whole scenario should be disgusting her instead. What normal
woman her age would be turned on thinking about her boyfriend spying
on a thirteen-year-old girl masturbating? And, to make matters even
worse, they were talking about Jenny, Dan's thirteen-year-old niece.
* What are we doing? Are we sick or something? *
She couldn't deny it. Their arousal in this situation seemed
more than a little peculiar. What startled Piper more than anything,
however, was that she wasn't even the least bit disturbed by using the
scenario to ignite a spark in Dan. She had been looking for a way to
'spice up' her sex life for the last several weeks. Sure, Dan was a
gorgeous guy with nice equipment, and he truly seemed intent on
pleasing her when they were in bed. Still, their previous encounters
had lacked a certain .. * What was the term Phoebe had used ..?
'STRANGE', yeah, that's it .. *
Although Piper and Dan had developed a more than satisfactory
love life over the last few months, they still were lacking that
certain element of 'strange' that turned routine lovemaking into hot,
sweaty, spine-tingling, toe-curling, howling at the moon FUCKING. *
And besides, * Piper counseled herself, * who else had to know about
this anyway? Why does it matter WHAT turns us on, as long as it stays
between us, and we just use it to get our engines started? I mean
it's not like we'd ever DO anything with Jenny, * she assured herself.

"So you didn't answer the question .." Dan pressed her. "What
do you think about when you play with yourself?" He breathed heavily
into her ears and started rubbing her ass. That always drove Piper
crazy.
"Be a good boy, and mommy will tell you," she whispered
between the hot kisses they now shared. Dan loved when she took
charge, called herself 'mommy' and treated him like her 'bad little
boy.' At first, Piper had been a little self-conscious playing the
game, but they'd settled into the roles quite easily. She found that
it even heightened her arousal. Now they were about to kick it up a
notch, though. It was time to let some real STRANGE into their lives.
"And how can I be a 'good boy?'" Dan asked eagerly.
"I think you know," she took his hand and led him into his
bedroom. "Good boys always EAT everything on their plate and don't
finish until mommy tells them they're done."
"And what if they're not hungry?" Dan teased, rubbing his
hard-on through his tight jeans.
"Oh, you're hungry all right." Piper slid off her top and bra
all in one motion. Her perky B-cups jetted up invitingly. She
scooped the fleshy mounds in her hands and squeezed them together so
that her pink nipples reddened with her desire.
"Mmm, yummy," Dan's mouth was sucking her small, firm boobs
immediately. She threw her arms around his neck, squealing as he
lifted her in the air and she wrapped her legs about his waist. As
she ground her sopping snatch into his crotch, she could feel his
rigid bulge press into the groove between her thighs. Denim ground
against denim as they acrobatically dry humped each other like two
lovesick chimpanzees until Dan lost his footing.
A second later, they were crashing down onto his bed amid a
gale of grunts, groans and giggles. As Piper licked her lips and
watched, Dan raised himself up and began ripping off his shirt. When
his torso was naked, she tackled him back down, and they pressed their
bare chests into each other while sharing another wet, passionate
kiss.
As their tongues danced, Dan's hands were busy with Piper's
jeans. She was squirming about, trying to help Dan work the denim
down her hips while he smothered her mouth, neck, breasts and tummy
with more hot, sucking kisses. "Oh, yeah .. FUCK, yeah .." Piper
moaned when Dan got her jeans down far enough to work his fingers
inside her soaked panties.
He found her sweet spot almost immediately, and he rubbed
around the bump with his thumb while he worked her panties down
further and slid two fingers into her slick slot. As he strummed her
clit with his thumb and finger-fucked her, his other hand scooted her
jeans past her knees. His lips and tongue worshipped her flat,
creamy-white tummy as she pinched and pulled her swollen nipples.
"Uncle Dan?!" Piper suddenly squealed in delight, a moment of
inspiration seizing her. "What are you doing, Uncle Dan?" she
repeated the name. "Oh, that feels so good, Uncle Dan. Please don't
stop ..! I know it's wrong .. I know we shouldn't be doing this. But
I want you, Uncle Dan. I want you soooo bad."
Piper looked down into Dan's wild eyes as he devoured her
pussy. She ran her hands through his sweat-soaked hair, grabbing a
handful and jamming his face even harder even into her blistering
clit. He grunted like a ferocious wolf and shoved her back along the
mattress until her shoulders were bent and pinned against the
headboard of his bed. Piper was now bent up in a very uncomfortable
position, like a human paperclip, her hips bucking outward, her ass
grinding up into Dan's mouth and her feet flailing out helplessly like
she was a turtle caught on its back.
"Oh, Uncle Dan," she continued prattling on in her best
imitation of Jenny. "My tight little thirteen-year-old pussy gets all
wet and itchy whenever I see you," Piper moaned. "I dream of your big
strong, naked body holding me .. and your hot, hard, huge cock FUCKING
me .. FUCKING THE SHIT OUT OF ME!" she howled when Dan began
synchronizing his tongue slashes and finger thrusts, smashing and
mashing her puffy clit hard into her pubic bone.
Dan growled again, reached under Piper with one hand and began
mauling her soft firm ass cheeks. SMACK! The blow resounded
throughout the bedroom, and Piper squealed like a little girl getting
spanked. SMACK!! Squeal! SMACK!!! Squeal. The rhythm picked up
until Piper was sure the sound of her ass-beating could be heard next
door. Not that she cared at the moment. Dan was so .. inspired, so
. masterful. She had never experienced this side of her hunky
neighbor before, and she all she wanted was MORE .. much more.
"Oh, let me touch it, Uncle Dan," she pouted in her best
thirteen-year-old brat voice. "Let me feel your big hard cock, Uncle
Dan," she pleaded. "Oh, I bet it is soooo big and hard, isn't it. I
bet you've fucked a lot of ladies with it before, haven't you, Uncle
Dan. I bet you've fucked a lot of bad little thirteen-year-old virgin
sluts like me, too, haven't you. I bet you busted all their fresh
ripe cherries sooooo good, fucked all those little thirteen-year-old
sluts so good they begged for more. Oh, I want your big, hard,
cherry busting cock so bad, Uncle Dan," Piper was practically foaming
at the mouth now. "I want to stroke it, and kiss it, and suck it,
and feel it thrust up inside my tight, thirteen-year-old virgin pussy.
Give me your cock, Uncle Dan, pleeeeaaaasssee!" Piper wailed. I NEED
your big hard cock soooooooooo bad."
"Is that right, you little cock-teasing slut?" Dan raised his
mouth from Piper's pussy long enough to snarl at her. "I don't
believe you. I need to hear you beg more. No cock until you beg ..
REALLY beg .." he snapped before he bit down on her clit and slammed
her back against the headboard.
"I want you to be my first, Uncle Dan," Piper howled. "Please
pop my cherry with that big hard cock of yours. It's all I want ..
more than anything in the WHOLE universe. I want your big hard dick.
Come on, Uncle Dan. Please .. please .. your little niece needs you
TAKE her. She needs you to FUCK her tight, thirteen-year-old pussy.
Make me a woman, Uncle Dan. Oh, I want to be a woman sooooo bad! I
want your cock soooooo much! I'll be your little thirteen-year-old
cocksucking slut slave, Uncle Dan. I'll do ANYTHING for your cock,
Uncle Dan. You can do ANYTHING to me you want. Wouldn't you like
that, Uncle Dan? Wouldn't you like your own little personal
thirteen-year-old cocksucking slut slave?"
While Piper ranted on, Dan buried his face in her snatch and
began lavishing her clit with his sharp, snaking tongue. Meanwhile,
both his hands worked inside her sopping slit. One set of fingers
spread apart her pouting pussy lips, exposing more of her irritated
flesh love button to his lapping tongue. Simultaneously, the other
five digits thrust in and out of her womb, gradually and forcefully
curling into a merciless fist.
"OH, MY FUCKING GOD, UNCLE DAN!" Piper howled as her boyfriend
began punching his fist up inside her. The feeling was excruciating,
every jab shattering the boundary between pleasure and pain until it
was reduced to smithereens. Helpless and reacting purely on carnal
instinct now, Piper did her utmost to stay in character as Dan
continued pulverizing her entrails into a volcanic cum-quake.
"How do you like that, you little cock-teasing teenage cunt,"
Dan spit in Piper's face while he pummeled his fist inside her
stuffed, stretched womb. "Little whore! How does that fist feel,
rammed up your tight teenage cunt? Is that what you wanted, cunt?
Huh? Is that what you lie there in bed dreaming about when you're
sticking your slutty little hand up that tight little
thirteen-year-old cunt? Is it, whore? Come on, you can tell your
Uncle Dan? Tell me, or you won't get any cock. I'll leave you here
on this bed like the little piece of cock-teasing teenage trash you
are .."
Dan had become a man possessed, his face contorted into an
almost demonic glower. Piper had unwittingly unleashed a monster, and
she was now both paying the price and reaping the benefits. She had
never felt so sexually charged in her entire life, so totally
overwhelmed, so thoroughly ripped open and probed to the darkest
depths of her soul. Although she had never given birth before, Piper
instantaneously knew what the agonizing ecstasy of birth must feel
like -- a huge living object bursting from her belly, stretching the
impossibly thin channel of her tender birth canal while her guts
roiled in pain.
Childbirth, however, was a long, drawn-out, excruciating
process, and it was marked by a definite beginning and end. Dan's
fisting, on the other hand, was a relentless assault - punching in,
stuffing up, ripping out - almost as if she was being forced to give
birth over and over again. Only each of these mini-births was in
effect stillborn, promising everything and delivering nothing while
her ever-elusive orgasm still bloated inside her, clinging to her
womb, stubbornly refusing to emerge.
"Come on, you little slut," Dan spit in Piper's face as she
pushed inside her cunt and tried to grunt out the soul-shattering cum
hovering inches away from reality. "I thought you wanted it. I
thought you were a big girl now. I thought you wanted your Uncle
Dan's cock. You must not want it that bad, whore. Fucking brainless
teenage twat, don't know what you want, do you? Fucking stupid
cock-teasing cunt!" He twisted his fist inside Piper's pussy, and she
screeched.
Her whole "Jenny" scenario seemed to be having a REAL effect
on Dan. He was manhandling Piper's pussy like she was nothing more
than an object, a blow-up sex doll, a totally helpless, compliant fuck
toy. His hand was stuffed inside her up to his wrist, and he was
manipulating her like a big puppet, pulling her up then pounding her
back into the headboard until she began to see stars.
Piper had NEVER seen Dan Gordon like this before. He'd always
been so gentle and considerate when they made love. She'd always
suspected he was holding something back. Now she knew what. There
was something buried deep inside Dan Gordon, something dark and
submerged, something he had never even hinted at before, something
Piper Halliwell had called forth with a vengeance.
* FUCK, he's going crazy, * Piper's mind screamed as Dan's
relentless, furious fist battered into her intestines, sending her
into seizure atop mattress. "FUCK! FUCK!! FUCK!!!," she shrieked
through drool pouring forth from her mouth.
She smashed her crotch into Dan's assault. While he bit his
lip and rammed his fist inside her, she matched his every haymaker
with the violent bucking of her own spastic hips.
"Oh, Uncle Dan, you're making me CUM!" she whined at the top
of her voice. "Your making your little virgin, thirteen-year-old
niece cum! Oh, Uncle Dan, I love you," she prattled on, spittle
foaming down her lips like she was a rabid she-wolf. "I've never cum
before, you know," she ranted, trying to put herself in the place of
thirteen-year-old Jenny and saying whatever came into her mind.
"You're the first man who's ever made me cum, Uncle Dan. You're my
first, and you'll always be my best. Oh, God, I want your cock. I
want to show you how grateful I am. I want to show you what your
little thirteen-year-old, virgin, cocksucking slut of a niece can do.
Let me show you how good I can make you feel, Uncle Dan. Let me show
you how good a little thirteen-year-old virgin cocksucking slut can
make you feel."
"Shut the fuck up, you stupid little cunt!" Dan snapped at
her. He pulled his fist out of her gripping cunt and tore open his
jeans. He only pulled them down to the tops of his thighs as he
wrestled his hard cock from his shorts. A big stain of pre-cum
already stained the front of his jockey briefs, and when his bloated
red cockhead burst out into the open air it practically snarled at
Piper. "Shut your fucking mouth and open wide!"
Before Piper could prepare herself, Dan's golfball-sized
warhead slammed between her gasping lips, tearing into her mouth,
barreling into her windpipe and fracturing her gag reflex.
"Uuggllpppp!" Piper choked, trying with all her might to free herself
from the ruthless rape tusk goring her tonsils, but Dan was too
strong.
He was standing above her now, the balls of his feet dug
firmly into the top of the mattress. He had her back and head pinned
against the wall and her legs bent up into her chest. Each of his
knees pressed one her respective arms into the headboard, and he was
resting his entire 200-plus pounds on Piper's tiny frame.
She could do nothing, then, but helplessly take the vicious
power-fucking Dan was unleashing upon her tender, bawling throat.
Every thrust felt like it would either puncture the back of her neck
or strangle her like a mewling kitten. Her eyes bugged out and glazed
over with desperate tears. Every time he pulled out, she thought he
would finally let her breathe again, but he was relentless. His hips
would smash forward, his hard eight-inch cock would skewer her
esophagus, and his hairy balls would slap up underneath her chin.
Dan Gordon was killing her with his cock. She felt her head
grow lighter and woozier as she inhaled more hard cock than oxygen.
Whenever Dan backstroked, she would heave up a healthy spew of spittle
and vomit, and it would burp between her lips, coating Dan's flexed
fuck muscle and dribbling down her chin. "That's it, you little
cock-sucking, cum-slurping teenage cunt," Dan jeered at her. "Puke on
it! Puke all over my cock. You wanted it, you little cock-teasing
whore. Well, now you've got it. You're a big girl now, so TAKE it,
cunt. Puke all over it, you piece of teenage trash. That's what
being a teenage fuck toy is all about, cunt. Sometimes it hurts,
whore. Sometimes it hurts so fucking bad!"
Suddenly Dan's oral abuse grew even more severe. He went from
power-fucking Piper's half-conscious head to thrash-fucking her
against the wall like a rag doll. He would pull her forward, impaling
her throat with every inch of his enraged cock, then slam her head
back into the wall with full weight of his fury, driving his engorged
cockhead even further back into the recesses of her windpipe.
"Ullllllllgggpppp," Piper gurgled as her battered head drifted
in and out of consciousness.
Oblivious to her pending suffocation, Dan just continued
thrash fucking her head, increasing to an even more inhuman pace as he
neared his own mind-blowing orgasm. "Fucking teenage cock-teasing
whore .." he kept babbling under his breath. "That'll teach you to
flash that pussy in front of me. That'll teach you to play with
yourself in your fucking bedroom at night when you KNOW I'm watching.
You fucking wanted it last night, you little slut. Well, you're
getting it now. Uncle Dan's giving you what he should have given you
a long time ago .. what all you little thirteen-year-old cock-teasing
bitches need - a nice hard choke fucking."
He then began slam-fucking her head into the wall even harder,
if that was even possible. His prick-helmet was now lodged in her
windpipe like a hound's knot stuck in a bitch's cunt. She could feel
him struggling to pull it free as it pulsed with the preliminary
tremors of his hard-fought cum. * My God, it's stuck! * Piper
shrieked to herself. * His dick is stuck in my throat! *
"All you little cunts just need to shut your giggling little
mouths and puke on some hard cock," Dan grunted, the sweat pouring
from his brow and dripping on Piper's forehead. "You all just need a
hard dick crammed down your whining little teenage throats," he
huffed, still trying to wrench his warhead from her constricting
throat. "It's time you learned the facts of life, cunt."
* Shit, HE'S STUCK! * Piper continued howling to herself. * I
can't breathe. I could die choking on his cock. * In her panic, she
summoned the strength to break her arms free from beneath Dan's knees
and wave them about wildly.
Instantly, every movement in the room screeched to a halt.
Without thinking, she'd used her witch power to 'freeze' Dan. Now he
was REALLY stuck inside her throat. His turgid cock felt like a slab
of granite buried in her esophagus. * Oh, now I've done it! * she
yelled at herself. * Shit! * She waved her hands again to 'unfreeze'
Dan, but he remained frozen. This had happened before when she was
extremely frightened. Her power would just go on the fritz until she
calmed herself down to the point where she could bring her power back
under control.
"Fgggllpp," she cursed aloud. Desperately, she tried to
wrench herself free from the cock impaling her windpipe, but Dan's
full weight was resting on her, and she had no leverage. It was like
being pinned under a huge rock. She tried rocking back and forth, but
to no avail. * Calm down, Piper, * she whispered to herself. * First
just unfreeze him. * She tried to clear her mind, then waved her
hands again.
"That's what you are, a FUCKING cunt!" Dan's voice and the
entire room suddenly roared into life again.
* Thank GOD! * Piper exclaimed to herself as Dan resumed
attempting to extricate himself from her throat.
"And that's all you'll ever be," he kept on ranting, "just a
fucking cunt. Your mouth is a cunt. Your nose is a cunt. Your eye
sockets are cunts. Your asshole is a cunt. Every hole on your body
is a cunt because that's what you are .. just a CUNT!" He spit in her
tear-glazed eyes for emphasis. "A cock-teasing, teenage cunt fuck
toy!" he bellowed. "You got that, Jenny? DO YOU?!" he screamed,
finally managing to tear free his smoking prick from Piper's slack
jaws before spewing a ferocious blast of hot rape-juice all over her
virtually catatonic face. "What are you, cunt?" he jeered at her
while he pumped his prick and wiped the spurting cum all through her
silky black hair. "TELL ME WHAT YOU ARE!"
"A .. cunt .." Piper heard herself gasp from somewhere just
beyond her conscious mind. To her amazement, a part of her brain was
still functioning on some kind of autonomic reflex. Her lips began
forming words before she even had a chance to consider what she was
saying. "I'm .. a .. cunt .. fuck toy .." she babbled. "A
cocksucking teenage cunt fuck toy."
"WHAT'S YOUR NAME?" Dan hissed, grabbing Piper's cum-drenched
hair and shaking her limp head around like she was a marionette.
"J..Jenny .." Piper wept, instinctively knowing the answer he
wanted to hear, which was also the answer she NEEDED to say.
"Jenny what?" he pressed, his fingers smearing his hot spunk
all over her face and hair.
"Jenny .. the cunt," Piper bawled as if by rote. "Jenny, the
cock-teasing, teenage slut .. cunt .. whore .."
"Get on all fours, Jenny Cunt!" Dan snapped. "NOW!"
SMACK!!!! His open handed blow upon her cheek jolted Piper
back into reality. SMACK!!!!! The second slap rattled her jaw, and
sent her scurrying on all fours. "That's it, Jenny Cunt," Dan cajoled
her, his strong hands petting, stroking and then roughly kneading her
creamy white ass cheeks. "On all fours like the cunt bitch you are.
You want my cock, whore? You want me to FUCK your ass, slut? Do you,
Jenny Cunt?"
"My ass?" Piper's mind suddenly cleared when she heard the
words 'fuck your ass.' This was starting to get out of hand - WAY out
of hand. She'd put up with Dan's treatment so far because she'd been
the one to instigate it, and despite the pain he'd been inflicting
she'd been REALLY getting off on the rough treatment, not to mention
the whole Jenny Cunt/thirteen-year-old slut scenario. She'd even
found Dan's brutal choke fucking to be thrilling and liberating now
that she'd survived the ordeal.
To be totally dominated and used like a fuck toy had always
been Piper Halliwell's deepest, darkest, most intensely secret
fantasy, and Dan Gordon had performed just the way she'd always
dreamed her fantasy rapist would act. He had called her every filthy
name in the book, treating her like a subhuman slave worthy of neither
his compassion nor consideration. He had fucked her mouth like a
whore's cunt, showing her absolutely no tenderness nor mercy. Then
when he was done TAKING what he wanted, he'd bathed her face in his
hot cum, wiping it across her tear-stained cheeks and smearing it into
her freshly-washed hair like she was nothing more than a disposable
fuck rag.
Piper had willingly been a party to everything that had
transpired up to this point, but now Dan was crossing the line - a
line he KNEW couldn't be crossed. The first night they'd slept
together, Piper had felt Dan's fingers start probing her poop chute
while he gave it to her doggie-style. At first she'd thought he was
just trying to stimulate her slightly. But then she caught him
licking his fingers and trying to work her sphincter open. With one
stern "NO!" she had quickly informed him there were some places where
NO MAN had ever boldly gone before, and she was intent on keeping it
that way.
Since then, Dan had never strayed past the 'continental
divide', as Piper had once heard Phoebe refer to anal sex. She let
him lick down there occasionally, but whenever she sensed he was
getting greedy she would just snap "Dan, no!" like he was dog, and he
would bashfully back off.
Piper didn't exactly know why she didn't even want to
experiment with anal stimulation. The way Phoebe raved about it, ass
fucking was the greatest thing since the invention of the Hot Triple
Fudge Sundae. Piper didn't know if Prue indulged as well, but once
when she was rummaging around her older sister's dresser for a tampon
Piper had come across a vial of something called Anal Lube.
So, she suspected Prue had at least taken a brief day-trip
along the Hershey Highway, (which was another of Phoebe's favorite
euphemisms), but even that kind of endorsement didn't get beyond the
"EWWWW" Factor of having some guy stick his cock in same hole from
which her 'poop' emerged. Not to mention the fact that it must HURT
LIKE HELL to have something - anything -- shoved up your ass.
A fist up her pussy was one thing. A woman's cunt was
designed for both childbirth and fucking, so it was meant to be
stretched and accommodating. Assholes were meant for only one thing,
though - pooping. And despite what everybody else might be doing with
their assholes, Piper Halliwell intended to keep hers devoted strictly
to the task nature had intended for it, no matter what Dan Gordon
might have had in mind.
"Come on, cunt, spread those ass cheeks!" Dan snarled
impatiently. SMACK!!! His ruthless hand stung Piper's soft, creamy
white ass, and she couldn't help but yip.
"Cut it out, Dan," she snapped back angrily. "This isn't
funny anymore." She began turning around so she could face him while
they discussed the situation.
"Did I say you could turn around, cunt!?" Dan's strong hands
were suddenly grasped around her arms, and his knee cut into the small
of her back. He was bending her spine painfully, and cranking back so
hard she thought her vertebrae might start cracking.
"Dan, cut it out, you're hurting me," Piper gasped. "Really,
you're HURTING me!" she raised her voice as he continued digging his
knee into her back and cracking her spine.
"Sometimes it hurts being a cunt, CUNT!" he hissed. "It's too
bad, but that's the way it is sometimes. Sometimes to make a MAN feel
good you need to hurt a little. That's what it means to be a cunt,
Jenny. Do you understand me, Jenny?"
"Dan?!" Piper whined. "It's me, Piper .."
"Do you understand?!" Dan hissed, ignoring her and wrenching
her back again.
"ARRRGGHH!" This time Piper screamed in pain. It was real
pain now. Not erotic or consensual. Just plain PAIN. "DAAAAN!" she
howled as he intensified the pressure on her back.
"That's Uncle Dan to you, cunt!" he cranked her spine against
his knee again, and this time she definitely heard a snap. "Say it!
What's my name?! Say it!"
"Uncle Dan," Piper squealed in agony as Dan throttled her like
a rag doll.
"And who are you?" he hissed.
"Dan .. please .."
"WHO ARE YOU?!" he grunted, bending her back so far that she
thought her back would break at any moment.
"Cunt!" she howled through her terror and pain.
"WHO!?"
"J..Jenny Cunt," she wailed. "I'm Jenny Cunt! Jenny Cunt.
And you're Uncle Dan. Now please don't hurt me. Please! Just stop,
please! You're hurting me!"
"You heard what I said, cunt." Dan's mocking laughter was
more malevolent than anything Piper had ever heard emanate from a
warlock or demon. "Sometimes it hurts to be a cunt. This is going to
be one of those times. I feel like sinking my cock into that tight
teenage pooper of yours and popping your ass cherry."
"Dan, no .. not my ass!" Piper screamed. "Stop this now. Fun
time's over. I'm serious, Dan, NO!"
"Yes," Dan nodded with an evil grin. "I'm going to rip your
virgin ass, Jenny. Now arch your back, stick that butt up in the air
and spread your ass cheeks with your fingers."
"Dan ..?" Piper protested. "Stop! Stop now! This isn't fun
anymore. Please, Dan .."
"WHAT THE FUCK IS MY NAME?" Dan placed his hands around
Piper's soft, alabaster neck and began squeezing her gasping throat.
"What the fuck is my name?" he repeated.
"U..uncle D..Dan," Piper could barely choke. "Uncle Dan."
"And who are you?"
"J..Jenny C..cunt," she bawled helplessly. * This is sick!
What is happening? What's happened to Dan? I've got to freeze him. *
But Piper couldn't bring her hands up to trigger her power. Dan had
them pinned to her back with his knees, and she could hear him
maneuvering himself around above her. * How did I ever get myself
into this! * she castigated herself. * Stupid me! Stupid fucking me!
I have to scream. Maybe Prue or Phoebe is home. Someone has to hear
me! * "Help .. " she tried to shriek, but it only came out a croak.
One of Dan's hands was still wrapped around her pale, gasping
throat. She could hear his other hand working at his belt. She
listened to the leather slide menacingly through the denim loops
encircling the waist of his jeans. Then the sound of snapping leather
cracked the afternoon air. Before she could even prepare herself, a
harsh stinging sensation slashed across her bare, shoulder blades.
Her milky, white skin sizzled in sheer torture as Dan began raining
lash after lash upon the tender, exposed flesh of her back and
buttocks.
"Dan .. oh, Dan, please .. please stop," Piper sobbed.
"I'm sorry, Jenny, but you left me no choice," Dan lowered his
grim voice into a softer, yet more dispassionate cadence. Although
barely above a whisper, his tone was still stern and unapologetic,
like the voice of a father as he disciplined a recalcitrant child for
her own good. "This is what happens to little cock-teasing,
thirteen-year-old cunt whores who talk back to their Uncles. It's for
your own good, Jenny. You just have to learn .. you have to learn
your place .. you have to learn what it means to be a teenage cunt
slut. I don't want to do this, but you're making me. Every time you
disobey, I have to hurt you. It's the only way a cunt can learn. Do
you understand, Jenny?" he cajoled her, the belt biting into the raw,
reddened cheeks of her once smooth, white, pristine bottom.

"Yes, Uncle Dan," Piper heard herself whining. Once again
that instinctual, autonomic portion of her brain seized control of her
vocal cords. In spite of the fear, agony and rage gripping her
ravaged mind, she found a part of her - her soul, her lust - emerging
from the pain and terror and taking command of her body's instincts
and reflexes.
For the first time in minutes, she noticed the sopping wetness
of her aching cunt. The juices of her subconscious arousal had
flooded out her labia, seeping up to her belly and down to her upper
thighs. Dan was strangling her, breaking her back, whipping her like
a dog and threatening to sodomize her virgin ass, and all the while
Piper Halliwell's body was responding with more arousal than she'd
ever experienced in her life.
Her nipples were jetting out like hard pink bullets. Her
pussy was greased and gaping like she'd just been lubed with a can of
Quaker State. * Oh, my God, I'm enjoying this! * The revelation
shocked Piper Halliwell to the core of her being. * I'm being abused,
and I'm getting off on it. I'm sick, * she wept to herself. * I'm
REALLY sick! *
Suddenly overcome with the realization that she was helpless
in the wake of her newfound passion, Piper Halliwell did what she
NEVER thought she'd EVER do in a million years. Silently, shame
burning the tears on her face, she scooted up on the mattress, arched
her back and then thrust her ass invitingly into the air.
"Spread your ass cheeks, CUNT!" Dan ordered, whipping the belt
across her bare bottom so that she cringed.
Her last bit of resistance melted at that point. She reached
around her back and grasped each of her firm ass cheeks with one hand.
Digging her fingers into the soft distressed flesh, she pulled apart
the narrow hole of her sphincter as far as she could manage. * How is
he ever going to get that huge dick up there? * she wondered silently
to herself.
"Wider, whore!" Dan slashed the belt across her exposed cunt
and upper thighs.
"Ow," she winced, losing her grip on her ass cheeks as she
tried to shield her tender clit and labes from the sting of the belt.
"FUCKING TEENAGE CUNT!" Dan screeched. "SPREAD THOSE ASS
CHEEKS!" He accentuated his command with a closed fist blow to the
base of Piper's skull.
Through the sudden rush of stars that flickered around her
eyelids, Piper felt another succession of lashes across her cunt.
Every time she tried to shield her pussy with her hands, Dan punched
the back of her head with the heel of his hand. Piper could feel her
brain rattle around inside her skull, and after three such blows, she
gave up trying to protect herself.
Dan then took her limp, lifeless hands and placed them back on
her ass cheeks. "Spread them!" he snapped. "Arch your back and stick
up your ass!" he added, flipping the belt over and whipping the buckle
across her ravaged pussy now. "WIDER!" he barked. The belt quit
slicing into her cunt, and for a moment Piper breathed a sigh of
relief before she felt the cold metal of the buckle graze her heaving
neck.
"What are y..?" she couldn't even finish the question.
Suddenly all the air was cut off from her lungs as Dan's belt snapped
like a tourniquet around her alabaster neck.
"I said WIDER!" Dan hissed, then bit her earlobe just above
her earring. He tugged with his teeth, and in a second he'd ripped
out her earring and the tiny flap of skin it had pierced. "WIDER,
cunt!" he stressed the ultimatum with another snap of the belt choker.
"I want that ass spread so wide I can shove a baseball bat up there!"
He jerked the belt choker again. "Come on, cunt. Don't make me
REALLY hurt you. WIDER!!!"
Piper grunted, dug her fingernails into her ass cheeks and
literally tried to rip them apart. She felt like her entire insides
were exposed, and then she tore her ass open even wider .. and wider
. tears of abject pain, utter humiliation and pure, unadulterated
subjugation streaming down her wild-eyed, terrorized face.
"Beg me, Jenny," Dan prodded her. He snapped her neck back
with the belt choker until she felt her eyes might pop out of their
sockets. "You know what you want. Tell me. Tell your Uncle Dan what
you want, you cock-teasing piece of teenage cunt garbage."
"Fuck my tight, teenage asshole," Piper croaked between coughs
as Dan released the pressure on her throat. "I've stretched it all
out for you. I promise I'll be good. I promise I won't fight
anymore. Just fuck my tight virgin thirteen-year-old asshole, please
.. please .. please .." Piper begged, the words just pouring out in a
mindless, instinctual blather.
She had never wanted anything more in her entire life. By
thoroughly surrendering her every aspect of humanity and dignity to
Dan, she suddenly felt an exhilaration, a liberation, a satiation she
had never even conceived of before. "Please," she begged from the
very depths of her tortured soul. "Use me like the cunt slut whore I
am. Fuck my ass. HARD! Show me no mercy. Make me cry harder than
I've ever cried before. Make me wish I had never been born. Rape my
cherry teenage ass dead, Uncle Dan!"
"FUCKING LITTLE COCK-TEASING TEENAGE CUNT SLUT WHORE TRASH!"
Dan howled before he stabbed his eight-inch ass-shredder hard and deep
into Piper's tender bowels.
"Rape me, Uncle Dan," Piper egged him on through excruciating
agony exploding like a hydrogen bomb in her once pristine poop chute.
"Rape my cherry teenage ass DEAD!"
"You're dead, Jenny!" Dan screamed as he pounded into Piper's
ass like a hurricane. Blood and loose shit bubbled and farted out of
Piper's ravaged rump with every backstroke of Dan's cock. With every
downstroke, he plowed the filthy mess back into her intestinal track,
and she would howl in agony. "How does that feel, Jenny Cunt? How do
you like your Uncle Dan now? You never should have flashed me that
cunt, you little cock-teasing slut cunt trash whore. I'm going to
fuck you dead for that, Jenny. I'm going to fuck your cock-teasing
little cherry teenage asshole dead! Then I'm going to go find some of
your little thirteen-year-old schoolgirl friends and fuck their tight,
teenage, cherry assholes dead, too. I'm going to choke fuck their
giggling little mouths with my hard cock until they puke out my cum,
and then I'm going to turn them over on their little tummies and
blast-fuck their scrawny, tight little asses until they're fucking
dead. And then I'm going to take you and them -- all your fucking
little teenage cunt corpses -- I'm going to fuck them, too. How does
that sound, Jenny? How would you like good old Uncle Dan to fuck your
stupid teenage cunt whore trash corpse?"
"Yes, Uncle Dan," Piper listened to her soul gasp while what
was left of her rational mind reeled in revulsion. Deep down she knew
what Dan was saying. Deep down she knew how sick he was, how she
should have been doing everything in her power to break free, 'freeze'
him and call the cops.
Dan Gordon needed to be locked up somewhere, for GOOD! She
knew that now, but it wasn't helping her to 'do the right thing.' Not
while Dan was FUCKING her .. TAKING like this. What Dan was forcing
her to feel against her will was indescribable. Her whole being was
charged with a lust so extreme that it was inhuman.
* Oh no, * Piper suddenly realized. * He's touched the dark
side .. the dark side of the power inside me. * Leo, the Halliwell
sisters' White Light Spirit Guide and Piper's former lover, had warned
her .. had warned all of them that the Powers inside them contained
negative elements running alongside the positive aspects dominating
their natures. Leo had cautioned them against flirting with these
dark forces. They were chaotic and uncontrollable, even among the
most pure-hearted of witches. Once a witch had tasted these Dark
Desires and tread upon this 'Left-Hand Path,' it was virtually
impossible for her to find her way home.
Piper Halliwell needed to break free of the lust consuming
IMMEDIATELY, before the malignancy of her soul sickness grew even more
acute and it consumed her entirely. She just couldn't find the
strength of will to ACT. Dan had released the dark force of utter
submission inside her, and all she could think of now was TAKING the
full brunt of his pain and ACCEPTING it as pleasure. She had never
felt more alive, more free in her whole life.
No more rules existed. She was no longer beholden to anyone,
anything or any ideals. All that mattered was the hard cock
delivering brutal, sadistic ecstasy to her malleable, masochistic
flesh. She was nothing more than a groveling, subhuman cock-socket, a
slavering, brainless cum-dumpster. No more decisions to make, no more
warlocks and demons to fight, no more innocents to protect. She was
free - free to be raped and used like the piece of subhuman cunt trash
garbage she was - that all women were.
She thought of her two sisters and all the other women out
there, struggling to BE something, to DO something with their lives
when EVERYTHING was already right there before them. All any cunt
needed to do was to find a REAL man who would rape her and use her
like the disposable fuck-rag she and every other cunt was destined to
be. Why were all the cunts fighting it? Why was Prue trying to be
successful in business? Why was Phoebe trying to FIND herself? Why
was any woman doing anything besides getting on all fours, spreading
open her ass-cheeks and letting every man in the universe rape her
soul like the useless piece of cock-teasing trash all women were?
Piper Halliwell gritted her teeth through the pain, the pain
of being a cunt, and thanked Dan Gordon for showing her the True
Purpose in her worthless life. At that moment, Piper wished she
really was Jenny. She wished she really was a cock-teasing
thirteen-year-old cunt slut whore. She wished she would have learned
what being a cunt was all about when she was thirteen. * I've wasted
10 years, * Piper pouted to herself. * Ten years trying to be a
'woman' when I was really just a cunt. All those guys I didn't let
FUCK me when it was their perfect right to. I was such a cock-teasing
piece of trash. I'm so sorry. All those men who could have been
FUCKING me, and TAKING me, and RAPING me like the cunt slut whore I
am. I'm so sorry .. *
But it didn't have to be that way with Jenny. When the real
Jenny Cunt got home, Piper would take her under her wing and show her
what it meant to be a good cunt. She would have Uncle Dan fuck his
little niece just like he should have been doing all along, and Piper
would watch the rape with pride.
It was so BITCHY of little Jenny to be playing with her pussy
and jacking off in front of Uncle Dan and not letting him have any of
her thirteen-year-old virgin cunt. Little cunts like Jenny had to
learn, and Uncle Dan would teach her. And Piper Cunt would help him.
And maybe if Piper Cunt was REALLY good Uncle Dan might let her play
with Jenny Cunt, too. And then they could all be one big happy family
- Uncle Dan and his two little cock-teasing cunt slut whore trash fuck
toys. Piper Halliwell didn't need her sister's anymore. She had the
one thing she'd always truly wanted, the one thing that all women
wanted and needed - a hot, hard cock rammed up their gaping, worthless
fuckholes.

"Piper!" Prue called out into the house again. "Piiii-per?!"
she tried a third time, walking into the kitchen and listening to her
voice echo along the walls of the empty Manor. * Hmm, * Prue
Halliwell smiled to herself as she spotted Piper's car still parked in
the driveway and then shifted her gaze over to Dan's back door. * No
mystery where she is. BITCH! *
Prue couldn't help but being a little jealous. Piper not only
had one, but two .. count 'em TWO .. gorgeous guys playing 'footsie'
with her. Prue fondly remembered the good old days, when she and
Phoebe were the reigning Halliwell sister heartbreakers. Piper had
always been much too .. practical to engage in such shenanigans as
boy-hopping. Playing both ends against the middle just wasn't the
middle Halliwell sister's style, or at least it hadn't been until
recently.
Now, however, Piper was being very un-Piperlike and juggling
two men - Dan and Leo - like an experienced player. "Maybe she really
was paying attention to Phoebe and me all those years," Prue mused
aloud, secure in the fact no one could hear her in the empty house.
"Paying attention to what?" a male voice spoke from behind
her.
"Uh .. " Prue whirled around, her hands raised on the
defensive. She was ready to crank up her telekinetic powers and slam
whoever had startled her through the nearest wall.
"Woa!" Leo backed away and put up his hands, as if that could
have stopped Prue from tossing him across the room with the strength
of her mind. "Watch it, okay ..?"
"Leo?!" Prue tried to not look too startled. "Have you ever
considered knocking?"
"No time for that, Prue," he answered. "This is an emergency.
Where's Piper?"
"Piper and Phoebe are out," Prue answered, a little perturbed
at Leo's incessant nosiness concerning her sister. He was the one who
had cooled it off with Piper. Now that she was seeing Dan, he had no
right to get so jealous.
"Her car is in the drive," Leo observed.
"I don't know, Leo," Prue tried to control the irritation in
her voice. "Maybe they're out together, in Phoebe's car."
"Call her on her cell, then," Leo almost barked.
"She doesn't have the cell, Phoebe does," Prue shot back.
"Then call Phoebe!" Leo was getting irritated, too, now.
"I can't just call Phoebe, Leo. She's at an appointment."
"With Piper?"
"I don't know, Leo."
"Well, where is she, Prue? Where's Phoebe?"

"Hi, Phoebe!" the little voice startled Phoebe. She turned
around from the car door and smiled.
"Hi, Antonio!" Phoebe beamed down at the little seven-year-old
neighbor boy. He smiled right back at her, his white teeth
practically glowing from his dark olive complexion. Antonio Mariano
was probably the most beautiful little boy Phoebe Halliwell had ever
seen. A regular little angel.
"Antonio, don't bother Phoebe," the boy's mother called from
her porch. "She's busy."
"It's no bother, Mrs. Mariano," Phoebe shouted back. "I
always have time for my little Antonio." She kneeled down, scooped
Antonio up and tickled his stomach. "Don't I, Antoni-oni-oni-oh," she
cooed while the boy squealed in delight.
"Phoebe, you're going to spoil him," Mrs. Mariano smiled,
shook her head and went back inside her house.
"Is that right, Antoni-oni-oni-oh," she teased the boy, her
fingers traveling down his tummy. "Am I going to spoil you? Am I?"
she gushed, her hand suddenly feeling the boy's tiny penis as it
twitched beneath his shorts.
"WOA! * Phoebe yanked her hand away. * What the HELL was
that? * She shook her hand frantically, trying to get the feeling out
of her fingers, confusion and nausea sending her tummy in cartwheels.
"Antonio, I'm so sorry!" she set the boy down.
"That's all right, Phoebe," he beamed back innocently. "I
don't mind it when YOU tickle me." Judging by the expression of total
love and trust on his face, Antonio hadn't even noticed that Phoebe's
hands had given him one of those "bad touches" the school counselors
were always warning him about. "I love you."
"I .. love you, too, Antonio," Phoebe trembled as she spoke,
still unable to shake off what had just happened. * I'm sick. What
did I just do? * "I have to go now, okay ..?"
"Okay, Phoebe." He reached up to be hugged. Phoebe had no
choice. She reached down and embraced him, but her hold was light,
her arms exerting almost no pressure at all.
"Go back to your house," she said, pushing him gently away
from her. "I'll see you later."
He smiled at her then bolted back to his porch. Phoebe turned
to the Manor. * It just slipped, Phoebe, * she reassured herself. *
Your hand just slipped. It was nothing. It just slipped. Get a
grip. Stuff happens. It was an accident. * She continued talking to
herself as she headed up the walk. Through the windows, she could see
that Prue was talking someone. * It's Leo, * Phoebe recognize the
White Lighter's profile. * I wonder what he wants. * Suddenly all
thoughts of Antonio and what just happened vanished from her mind.

"We don't have time to wait for them to get back," Leo insisted.
Prue was extremely annoyed now. She hated when Leo came
storming into their lives, expecting them to heed his every beck and
call. Yes, he was their White Lighter, but THEY were the Charmed
Ones. "You know, Leo," she started, "maybe if you just TOLD me what
this big emergency is, I could .."
"There's an emergency?" Phoebe's voice suddenly chimed in.
Prue and Leo turned to where Phoebe was entering the kitchen from the
back door.
"Yes, there's an emergency," Leo snapped. "Now where's
Piper?"
"I'm not my sister's keeper, Leo," Phoebe shrugged her
shoulders and went to the refrigerator. She opened the door and
pulled out a liter of orange juice. She popped the top back and drank
straight from the carton.
* Ewwww, I hate when she does that, * Prue couldn't help but
fume, glaring at her little sister.
"If neither of you know where she is, I'll just find her
myself," Leo shook his head.
"Um, Leo, maybe that's not such a good idea .. " Prue began,
trying to calm him down. But Leo just ignored her and stormed into
the living room with Phoebe following close behind. Throwing up her
hands, Prue took up pursuit. When she entered the living room, she saw
Leo standing before their television, bathing the screen in some kind
ethereal white light.
"Leo, what are you doing to our TV," Prue asked nervously.
"I can use this to tune in on Piper's presence and find out
where she is .." Leo explained. "It's a White Lighter thing," he
added. The screen suddenly began to flicker with images.
"Cool, can you get us HBO, too, while you're at it?" Phoebe
asked.
* SHIT! * Prue glanced about wildly, looking for some way to
distract Leo. If Piper was where Prue thought she was, this could get
VERY ugly VERY quickly. Prue shot another glance back at her youngest
sister and nodded slightly towards the direction of Dan's house next
door. Phoebe flashed her eldest sister a puzzled look, then caught on
and nodded back.
"Ah, Leo .." she tapped the White Lighter on the shoulder.
"Can you explain to me how that works? Can you teach me how to do
that?"
Leo lost the picture before it came into focus and turned to
Phoebe. "Do you mind?" he scolded her. "This takes concentration."
"I'm sorry, Leo, I was just interested, that's all .." Phoebe
tried to engage him in conversation while Prue headed for the back
door. * What I wouldn't do for Piper's freezing power now, * Prue
mused to herself. * Not that it would work on Leo, but .. *

"Where are you going, Prue?" Leo suddenly barked. "This is an
emergency. We all need to stay together."
"I was .. uh .. going to get some more orange juice," Prue
attempted.
"She's close by," Leo turned back to the TV and waved his
hand. Seconds later, a picture began to come into focus across the
screen. Two figures came into view. In an instant, there was no
doubt who they were - Piper and Dan - or WHAT they were doing.
Piper was on all fours on Dan's bed while the strapping,
ex-baseball player had her mounted from behind, taking batting
practice against her bruised ass cheeks with his eight-inch lumber.
The look on Piper's face was half agony and half ecstasy. She was
weeping tears -- REAL tears -- tears of pain, humiliation and terror.

But, beneath her sobbing eyes, Piper's lips quivered with what
could only be described as a tremulous joy. She was mouthing
something silently, the same words over and over again, like a mantra.
Prue couldn't read lips very well, but she got the gist of it. Her
younger sister was about to get brutally banged in her butt. Her ass
was about to be used like one the twenty-dollar curb crawlers who
turned tricks for crack in Oakland. Little Miss Goody-Two-Shoes Piper
Halliwell was about to get a hardcore ass raping, and the "innocent"
little slut was loving EVERY torturous second of it.
"Beg me, Jenny," Dan's voice cut through Piper's anguished,
ecstatic moaning. He had a belt or something wrapped around her neck
like a choker leash, and he was snapping her head back, strangling her
while her eyes bulged out of their sockets. "You know what you want,"
Dan kept at her viciously. "Tell me. Tell your Uncle Dan what you
want, you cock-teasing piece of teenage cunt garbage."
"Fuck my tight, teenage asshole," Piper croaked as Dan
loosened the belt slightly, allowing her to breathe. "I've stretched
it all out for you. I promise I'll be good. I promise I won't fight
anymore. Just fuck my tight virgin thirteen-year-old asshole, please
.. please .. please .." Piper begged.
"Woa!" Prue threw up her hands and tried to back out of the
living room. But she couldn't remove either her feet or her eyes from
where they were fixed. Her entire body was riveted to the scene
unfolding before her. "Stop it, Leo," she squeaked. "Now!"
But Leo wasn't listening to her. His face was darkened with a
ghastly white pallor that seemed to fill the entire room.
Phoebe licked her lips when she saw Dan's cock begin to split
the crease of her older sister's yummy asshole. Judging by the deep
red color of the welts striping her back, ass and upper thighs, Dan
had been using that belt as more than leash. Phoebe could see the
juices dripping from Piper's cunt, and she licked her lips again.
Phoebe remembered how wet and zesty Piper's little cunt could
get. Her mind drifted back to when they were younger, back to when
they used to play their 'midnight game.' Phoebe would sit on her bed
and watch her older sister play frantically with her pussy while
Phoebe vividly described all sorts of fantasies - movie stars, prince
charmings in shining armor, fairy princesses getting savaged by gangs
of evil knights, trolls and rampant stallions.
Now Piper's charms were splayed before her little sister once
again, almost ten years later, in a twisted scenario that surpassed
even Phoebe's most depraved, secret fantasies. * Who would have thunk
it? * Phoebe laughed to herself. * Piper Halliwell, FUCK PIG! *
Even Phoebe winced as they all watched Dan's thick ass-blaster
hover outside the perimeter of Piper's virgin sphincter. "Been there,
done that .." Phoebe gasped aloud, then tried to feign nonchalance as
she felt herself becoming flushed with excitement.
Despite the fact she was in her own living room with Prue and
Leo mere inches away, Phoebe felt her hands sink instinctively below
her waist. Something was happening to her again, just like it had
earlier in the suite at Destiny Enterprises, just like it had minutes
ago in her front yard with little Antonio.
Unable to control herself, Phoebe slid her palms up under the
folds of her dress, pulling back the sopping crotch of her panties and
zeroing in on the irritation burning inside her. In a second, her
fingers were strumming her clit while she spread her legs even further
apart, allowing her digits more access to the tender folds of flesh
that cried beneath her fevered touch. Neither Leo nor her oldest
sister even noticed, though, as their eyes were affixed to the
television screen.
"Please," Piper begged from the very depths of her tortured
soul, oblivious to the fact that her two sisters and her former lover
were watching her degradation. "Use me like the cunt slut whore I
am," Piper whined. "Fuck my ass. HARD! Show me no mercy. Make me
cry harder than I've ever cried before. Make me wish I had never been
born. Rape my cherry teenage ass dead, Uncle Dan!"
"FUCKING LITTLE COCK-TEASING TEENAGE CUNT SLUT WHORE TRASH!"
Dan howled. Then he rammed his eight-inch dick all the way up Piper's
shit chute with one decisive, merciless stroke.
"Rape me, Uncle Dan," Piper prattled. "Rape my cherry teenage
ass DEAD!"
"You're dead, Jenny!" Dan screamed.
"Jenny ..?" Prue, Phoebe and Leo all spoke aloud at the same
time. Then they all winced and grimaced as Piper's blasted ass began
farting up blood and loose shit.
"How does that feel, Jenny Cunt?" Dan kept at her while Leo
and the sisters watched in mortified, stony silence. "How do you like
your Uncle Dan now? You never should have flashed me that cunt, you
little cock-teasing slut cunt trash whore," their neighbor kept on
ranting. "I'm going to fuck you dead for that, Jenny. I'm going to
fuck your cock-teasing little cherry teenage asshole dead! Then I'm
going to go find some of your little thirteen-year-old schoolgirl
friends and fuck their tight, teenage, cherry assholes dead, too .."
"Oh .. my .. GOD!" Phoebe burst out, her fear for Piper
suddenly overshadowing her insatiable lust. "STOP! STOP!" she waved
her arms about frantically. "STOP them!"
"I'm going to choke fuck their giggling little mouths with my
hard cock until they puke out my cum," Dan continued, "and then I'm
going to turn them over on their little tummies and blast-fuck their
scrawny, tight little asses until they're fucking dead. And then I'm
going to take you and them -- all your fucking little teenage cunt
corpses -- I'm going to fuck them, too. How does that sound, Jenny?
How would you like good old Uncle Dan to fuck your stupid teenage cunt
whore trash corpse?"
"We have to get over there and stop this right now!" Prue
ordered Leo. "RIGHT NOW!" Leo didn't move. "LEO!" Prue shook him
out of his mesmerized state.
He turned and glared at her. "Why should we?" he shot back.
"She made her choice. The best man won," he sneered sarcastically.
"Now she's getting exactly what she wants .. what she deserves."
"Stop this right now, Leo," Phoebe grabbed his shoulders and
shook him violently. She had never seen this side of Leo before, it
was like he had suddenly become possessed by an inner demon. An inner
demon .. that was it! "There has to be a warlock or a demon or
something possessing Dan and making him attack her," Phoebe started
rambling. "You have to stop it, Leo. Please .."
"Look at her, Phoebe," Leo challenged the youngest Halliwell.
"Does she look like she's being attacked? Does she sound like she
wants anyone to SAVE her? There's no demon over there in that
bedroom, no warlock or anything else supernatural. That's a man
plumbing the darkest recesses of his soul. That's what's inside your
neighbor, good old Dan Gordon. That's what's inside the 'man' Piper
chose over me."
"Stop this, NOW!" Prue slapped the White Lighter across the
face. "He's hurting her .."
"Is he?" Leo shot back.
"You said there was an emergency, Leo," Prue tried to get his
mind back on the reason for his visit. "We need Piper back here now!"
Leo glared back at Prue, thought about what she said, then
nodded his head slowly, an icy grin spreading across his face. He
waved his hands, and in an instant he was gone in a glimmering swirl
of light. The TV still flickered with the images from Dan's bedroom,
and the sisters watched Leo materialize from thin air behind Dan. He
touched the back of Dan's head, and the big hunk suddenly slumped over
on Piper's back. Leo lifted Dan's naked muscular body off Piper,
grasping the man's hard cock and yanking it roughly out of Piper's
asshole.
"Ewww .." the eldest and youngest of the Halliwell sisters
squicked in unison.
"Remind me to repress all this, okay ..?" Phoebe
half-heartedly joked. Prue replied with a sickened grimace and nodded
before the sisters turned their attentions back to the TV screen.
In the ensuing seconds after Dan's collapse, Piper had become
aware of Leo's presence, and she now looked up in horror .. in shock
. in shame. Before she could speak, Leo lifted her off her naked
form off the bed, wrapped his arms about her and disappeared in
another shimmering swirl of light.
A split second later, he was standing back in the Halliwell
living room with Piper hyperventilating in his arms. When she saw the
look in her sisters' eyes and the picture of Dan's bedroom on the TV
screen, she turned deathly pale. "I .. I'm so .. You don't
understand, I .. " she couldn't even finish what she was saying before
her eyes rolled back into her forehead and her body went totally limp.