Prue has yet more problems

Prue got lucky and the tattoo guy didn't ask any questions as he did the tattoos and she was able to leave without any trouble, opting not to go back to her car yet she made her way to a nearby medical practice where she was quickly admitted to see a doctor. But as she walked into his room her phone once again rang.

"Aren't you going to get that?" he asked as she entered the room.

"That's kinda my problem." Prue replied.

"Why don't you tell me what happened." asked the doctor.

Prue really didn't want to but against her own will she told him she shoved the phone up her ass.

The doctor had to stop himself from laughing at this one, "Really, do you want to tell me why?" he asked.

Again she didn't want to but she replied, "Because I was told to."

"Do you always do anything you're told?" asked the doctor.
"No, of course not," said Prue, and it was true up until that morning.

Prue was now naked from the waist down and kneeling on the table with her ass in the air. The doctor gave her a shot in the ass to relax her sphincter muscles. He extraced the cell phone. He held it gingerly in his gloved hand and Prue laid down flat. "You want this back?"

"Uh, could you put it in a platic bag for me?" she asked.

The doctor applied a salve to Prue's rectum and told her to get dressed. "So someone tells you to shove your phone up your ass, and you do it, eh?"

Prue frowned. "It's not like I wanted to."

"Then why did you do it?" The doctor put the phone in a medical waste bag.

"I...I don't know," said a blushing Prue.

"Shove it up your ass again," said the doctor calmly as he handed Prue the bag.

"I will not!" said Prue, but she was already pulling her pants down. She turned a deep red, and her pulse raced.

The doctor watched in shock as Prue took the phone out of the bag and shoved it up her ass again. Since her muscles were relaxed and the salve acted as a lubricant, it was easy this time. After she got it up, she imediately took it back out. "You get off on that?" asked the doctor.

"No!" said an angry and confused Prue. She put the phone in the bag again. She washed her hands in the sink and stormed out. She was discharged from the hospital and got in her car. She needed to get home and consult her sisters. She did not know one was a bimbo and would not be much help, and the other was a whore.

Returning quickly to her car, she was relieved to find that stupid radio show that had made her get those stupid tattoos was off and she turned off the radio. She started up her car and began her drive home. She began to wonder if some kind of spell had been put on her or she was being stalked by demons who could make her do anything they wanted and shoving her phone up her ass was a test.
She began to speed up cutting in front of cars until she came to a junction.

She tried speeding past but another car was coming up at quite a speed.

Both Prue and the other driver slammed on their breaks stopping within inches of each other.

"Hey watch it." yelled Prue.

"Oh go fuck yourself lady." yelled the driver, starting his car back up and speeding off.

Prue once again found her body out of her control as her hand slipped into her pants and began punmping in and out of her pussy.

As one hand pumped away uncontrolablly Prue used her free hand to drive herself home, but once she orgasmed she regained control of her other hand.

"Ok something really strange is going on" Prue thought as she pulled into the driveway.

Her crotch was wet from where she had gotten herself off, and her anus was still sore. She hurried into the house. Phoebe as on the couch watching The Jerry Springer Show. Phoebe looked up when she saw Prue enter. "Ohmigod!" she said in a bubbly voice, "Do you believe the freaks they get on this show?!"
Prue threw her purse on a chair and sat down next to Phoebe. She winced as a dull throb went into her ass. "Phoebes, did you do anything weird today?"

"Weird, like what?" said a confused Phoebe.

"Like someothing you normally wouldn't do."

"Like no" Phoebe said with a giggle as she twisted a strand of hair.

"Listen, Phoebe," something happened to me today. I...I have to do whatever people tell me to do no matter what!"

"Really? Like it I told you to do something, you'd have to do it?"

"Exactly, so we have to find out what's happening and correct it!"

"So if I like told you to go dunk your head in the toilet, you'd like totally do it?"

"Yes, Phoebe, what the hell is wrong with you? Stop acting like an airhead!"

That hurt Phoebe. "Airhead?" she said with a pout. "Go stick your head in teh toilet and give yourself a swirly, then come show me!"

"Phoebe!" said a shocked Prue. She got up and headed against her will to the bathroom. A few moments later she returned. He head was soaking wet, and her hair was all twirled up and hanging over the side of her head. "Phoebe, don't do that!" she pleaded. "I can't help myself."

Phoebe whipped out a camera she had ran to get while Prue was in the bathroom and snapped a picture of her ridiculous looking sister.