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The female officer looked at the sisters with disgust, anger clear in her eyes.

"You think this is funny? People like you are the cause of sexism. And what's with these vines?" the officer asked, clearly angry, but also confused. She also noticed the vines probing the sisters’ rectums. She approached the one that was in Prue's ass, and touched it. The second she touched it, as little thorn appeared and stabbed her finger slightly. The officer pulled back her hand.

"OW! Damn vines. We'll cut them along with the chains", she angrily said as she headed back to where her partner was. She couldn't help but feel slightly light-headed, but ignored it.

During the time they waited the crowds still passed by, as the officer couldn't really do much on their own to stop people walking by such an important path. The sister still felt shame, and the vies and chains felt uncomfortable, but also felt relief that their trouble would soon be over, even if they had to deal with the police after wards. Soon afterwards, two men arrived in a van. They approached, bringing bolt cutters. They were lecherously eyeing up the sister as they approached. This made them blush again when they noticed. A paddy wagon arrived as they walked there.

"Cut these so we can get going", the male officer told them. His partner was distracted, her head seemed in the clouds. She hadn't noticed their arrival until they were halfway there, despite looking straight to where they had come from. At least she seemed to be getting a bit better now.

The men nodded and headed to Prue first. One of them came close and looked straight at her breasts, before pressing his hand up against them. Prue looked at his eyes, anger clear in them. Despite the immense anger she felt towards this pervert, she didn’t try to use her magic to get some form of **** on him. Partly because he would free her, and partly because she was worried using magic would make things worse for her and her sisters.

He then took the cutter to the chains that held her right arm. Placing the cutters in the correct angle, and tried to cut it. However, instead of even denting the chains, the cutter broke in a shower of sparks. The man was shocked, and stepped backwards. The officers and the other man were shocked as well.

However, they shock grew when another set of chains came from nowhere, and clasped themselves on the limbs of the female officer. Her uniform disappeared in a flash, revealing her perky breasts and the chains put her in the same position as the sisters.

"What the fu-mmh!", the officer shouted angrily before a gag appeared in her mouth. A vine quickly appeared and snaked up her legs. Instead of prodding her ass as the vines had done to the sisters, this one started to push into her pussy. Her eyes widened in fear and shock as pleasure exploded across her body. A series of loud moans slipped past the gag as the pleasure hit her like it never had before, as her eyes began to roll back. A strange tingling coursed across her body.

She felt she should be humiliated, but she realized she really like the feeling. The vine started to pump into her faster, until it brought her to orgasm, and then pulled back and started to prod her ass. Once she stopped panting, she got her bearings again. The vine felt uncomfortable in her ass. The two men were still shocked, but her partner had a slight smirk in his face.

"Mmh mmf, mff!", she tied to speak, and looked at her with pleading eyes, hoping her could find a way to release her. What she didn't know was that a strange voice had appeared in her partner's head.

"You enjoy this view, don't you? Help me humiliate the sisters, and I will make her yours..."; the voice told him. That was the reason for his smirk. He had always wanted to fuck her, and this chance seemed too good to be true, so he would take it. He nodded, somehow aware the voice would know he did. He then received instructions.

He picked up the sign and placed in its spot again. There was new writing, which said: Halliwell Sisters and Camilla Lane Protest Art! The Natural State of Women! Interfere if you want, but only touching!

He smirked more as the crowds began to come closer. It was soon going to be a major attraction. It was but the first part of the voice's plans, but it would be a good start. The voice explained it's grievances with the witches, and they it realized to truly defeat them he had to do this. The two men who had brought the cutters, as well as the driver of the paddy wagon, who had come over, looked at him, surprised by what he had done. With a snap of his fingers, they were sent elsewhere, so they would not interfere. The voice rather liked humans, especially men, so he simply sent them to their bed, put them in a deep sleep and gave them a nice dream of them fucking famous women.

The sister realized it was nowhere near the end of the humiliating, and sighed in unison as they looked down. The vine were starting push a bit deeper, and it felt really uncomfortable. Camilla kept looking at him with pleading eyes, hoping he would have a change of heart, but when the crowds arrived and started to check out her body, as well that the Halliwell sisters, she knew it would not happen. Soon, perverted hands began to massage their breasts.