Piper

Piper answered the door. She dropped to her knees. "Welcome, my lord. I am here to serve you." She stared at her crotch.

"Where are your sisters?"

"Prue is already asleep, and Phoebe is out for a late-night study session with friends."

"Go to your room, strip, get on your hands and knees and wait for you god."

"Yes, my lord."

The demon followed Piper upstairs and went into her room. The demon crept into Prue's room. "So much easier when they are asleep," he thought. He walked over and whispered something from a long dead language into her ear then spoke to her. "Prue, you trust Piper completely and will not notice anything unusual about her dress or actions. Phoebe, however, is an annoying little skank, and if you are ever pranked, you know it was her and vow ****. Also, you grew up too fast, so every weekend, dress like teenage jailbait and go find some boys who are 18, 19, or 20 years old, invite them back here for drinks and be their fuck toy. You are obsessed with being fucked by boys who are old enough to vote but too young buy ****. Being fucked by them in your mouth, pussy, or ass makes you feel sexy."

After making Prue wet her bed and blame Phoebe when she wakes up, the demon went into Piper's room and saw her on her hands and knees, her ass facing the door. It was a nice ass to go with her nice rack.