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It was just getting dark when Prue finally arrived home, exhausted, as always, after a long day at the office. Not only had two of her clients needed some hectic negotiations to be convinced that she was the person to auction their merchandise but her office ventilation had broken down too,
leaving her hot and bothered all day. She hoped that there would be a meal on the table when she walked through the door but that depended greatly on which sister had taken responsibility for it. If Piper had cooked dinner then it would doubtless be a three course meal composed of near perfect dishes. If it was Phoebe then Prue could only hope the kitchen wasn't on fire. There was no smell of smoke as she entered the main door so she guessed that wasn't the case.
"Piper? Phoebe? I'm home."
Prue walked into the hallway, dropping her bag to the floor.
"Hello?" Prue waited for a second, a pang of fear running through her. If her sisters weren't here then there was good chance something supernatural was going on and if that was the case it was bound to be bad.
"In the kitchen Prue." Came Pipers call.
Prue let out the breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. Walking through to the kitchen she sniffed, wondering if there was any scent of cooking in the air. There was something but Prue wasn't sure if it smelt like food.
"Piper? How's the day been?"
"Oh.. interesting." Piper looked up from the pot she was stirring.
"What.. what is that?" Prue looked at the black substance in the pot.
"Nothing.. just a .. spell."
"A spell? What kind? You know these things have a nasty tendency to go sour on us."
"Yeah.. Um.. Phoebes?"
Prue turned to see her sister in the doorway. It had been a hot day but her
youngest sister looked as if she'd been doing some serious exercise, her
tank top soaked with sweat.
"Phoebe? Are you okay?"
"Yeah.. Fine.. Prue." Phoebe seemed to think about each word.
"Is something going on here? A surprise party? Something I don't know about?"
"Prue.." Piper began, looking down at her pot. "We're.."
"You're what?" Prue looked from sister to sister.
Piper lifted her hands and flicked at the air, freezing her older sister where she stood.
"We're sorry." Piper finished.
In an instant the kitchen was gone. Instead Prue saw nothing at all. For a second she panicked but then she realized that her eyes were covered by some sort of blindfold.
"Ah," a voice spoke from the darkness, "I'm glad to see you've awoken my dear. I apologize for your present state but I couldn't risk destroying a lovely room now could I? But if you can't see then you can't use your power."
"Who are you?" Prue tried to move but found her limbs lacked strength.
"You may call me Haze, your sisters do after all. I am a demon with a goal
and you will help me accomplish it.
"Oh really? What makes you think that?"
"Your sisters are helping me. Who do you think cast the binding spell you're laboring under."
"What have you done to them?" Prue yelled, trying to lash out against the demon.
"Don't worry Prue, I haven't hurt them and I don't intend to. I just want you to help me."
"Forget it."
"I knew you'd need convincing Prue."
She felt fingers pressing against the sides of her hair, running under the blindfold, through her hair. She felt a brief tingling and then the blindfold was flicked from her face. After a brief second in which her eyes adjusted, Prue examined her surroundings.
She was in her own bedroom, directly facing her full length dresser mirror. Behind her she could see the demon, a dark haired woman dressed in tight fitting black. She still had her hands against Prue’s head, fingers pressed to her temples.
The eldest sisters reaction was instinctive. She concentrated and pushed with her mind at the image of the demon. Prue staggered back as she felt the force hit her own body instead of her target.
"Now Prue, don't you think I'd be ready for this sort of thing. If you try to hurt me, you'll just hurt yourself."
Prue gritted her teeth and pushed again, once more feeling the force of her own assault.
"I think Ms. Halliwell, that you need to relax a little."
Prue watched the reflection, unable to move as Haze slowly unbuttoned the sister’s blouse. The top slid to the floor leaving Prue looking at her own black bra.
"What do you think Prue? Shall we stop?"
"You don't.. need to do this.."
"That right Prue. I don't."
Prue felt a tingling again. She looked in bewilderment at the reflection of her bra. Without a touch from the demon the straps unclasped and the garment dropped to the floor."
"No!" Prue protested in vain at the sight of her exposed breasts.
"Oh yes my dear. I suppose you've never thought of using your power like this now have you. But I'm sure I can guide you along." Prue gasped as she felt a kneading touch her chest. She realized that there were none of Hazes hand involved, the were back against her temples. The touch could be nothing but that of her own power being used against her. The invisible touch swirled about her breasts, rolling them and stroking them in exactly the way she liked it, because deep down it was her own touch.
Prue swallowed nervously as her eyes ran up and down her body, her power working separate of her conscious will, caressing her limbs. Slowly yet irresistibly her pants were unbuckled and slid down her legs. Prue shuddered as she felt a soft force pressing against the fabric of her panties. Somehow her power was bypassing her own will totally so that even she had no idea what was going to happen next. But it was easy enough for her to speculate. The invisible force continued to strip her, tossing her clothing away until she stood naked before the mirror, Haze clutching her
tightly.
Waves of force slid over her sweaty skin, sliding with impossible slickness, pressing with intangible caresses. She knew she was utterly helpless, both in body and power, but she resolved
to resist the sensation as best as her conscious mind could. The task was near impossible. Her body was being sated with her own subconscious desires, torn from her mind and reflected back at her. The sheer sensual pleasure was unmatched in anything but her most erotic dreams.
Prue gasped, realizing her body heat was rising, her breath was quickening and her mind less and less willing to fight the touch. Invisible hands sped up in their labors, racing with her own mind,
pressing, rubbing kneading, head to toe Prue indirectly pleasured herself under Hazes watchful eye.
Prue felt a sharp rise of energy, a pulsing surge as an orgasm rushed through her. But it was not to be the end. The surge of passion only served to intensify her self massage, magnifying her touch to an even higher degree. Even as she was coming down from the first climax the next buffeted her and then the next, a feedback loop of force and desire assailing her body until at last she could take no more. She dropped to her knees, gasping for breath, sweat streaming from her brow and over her naked body. She felt Hazes hands rubbing her shoulders, relaxing her even further.
"Well?" the woman whispered softly into the sister’s ear.
"Yes." Prue gasped. "I will help you."
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