Prue's Choice

Prue followed Andy. She had a bad feeling about this. This dark alley he was investigating alone was a typical haunt of the worst demons at the bottom of the ladder, but also the best place for an ambush. His stubbornness in solving cases instead of letting her get on with it exasperated Prue.

While she was lost in thought, she didn't realize that Andy had strangely frozen. A demon grabbed him, looked at her, and glared at her mockingly.

-Be a good girl, and maybe you'll see him again.

He teleported with the police officer, whose only bulging eyes indicated that he realized the situation he had gotten himself into.

Prue screamed in rage and despair. Her power only affected a trash can, which didn't take long. For long seconds, she lashed out in rage in the alley, which she almost completely devastated.

A voice spoke in her head.

• Are you okay? Have you calmed down? Okay, on the crate over there at the end of the alley, on a trash can, you'll find a pact and you'll sign it. For three days, you'll belong to me, and at the end of those three days, I'll release your boyfriend intact if you're obedient. I'm a demon of lust, I don't want you dead, just to fulfill my fantasies, and imagine that I want to fulfill my fantasies on you. You'll find pleasure but also pain, but you have nothing to fear if you don't play dumb.

Prue approached the contract. It was simple: for three days, she had to obey the demon in everything without ever rebelling, and in exchange, he would release Andy unharmed. He would only give her orders related to lust. Any failure on her part would add two hours to her enslavement.

She was furious, but a dark impulse vibrated within her that finally made her sign the pact. She was immediately teleported to the lair of Phoebe's same incubus.

• Hmm, I've been fantasizing about you and your sisters for so long.
• Go to hell, you filthy rat.
• Well done, you've earned two more hours. I won't spare you any indiscretions. Keep your head down and only speak when I tell you to. Understand?

Prue lowered her head, her pride suffering like never before.

• Undress yourself sensually.

Prue felt a cold sweat run down her spine as she hesitated, her mind in a storm of anger and disgust. But then Andy's face appeared before her, and she knew she had ****. Her trembling fingers touched the first buttons of her blouse, each movement requiring superhuman effort. The demon sneered, clearly delighted by her obedience, and Prue felt her eyes well up with tears of helpless rage.

• Put some sexual energy into it, show me you love your Andy, imagine it's him in my place if that helps. He took on the appearance of the police officer.

The demon watched her with a sadistic smile, his eyes shining with a perverse gleam. She closed her eyes, trying to convince herself she was doing it to save Andy, but every movement was ****. The demon moved closer, his raspy voice whispering obscene words in her ear, and Prue felt a wave of disgust wash over her.

He reached up her skirt and ripped off her panties and skirt in one swift motion.

Prue cried out in surprise, shame, and pain because he had put all his strength into it, and thankfully the fabric had snapped before she was injured.

• You're getting two more hours, you'd better be more willing, or you'll stay here forever. Stop resisting and let your lust take over.

Prue felt a wave of disgust wash over her as the demon moved closer, its raspy voice whispering filthy words in her ear. She closed her eyes, trying to convince herself she was doing it to save Andy, but every move was ****.

The demon, in its Andy form, pulled her by the hair and stole a kiss that quickly turned Prue on. She recognized it as a skill.

Prue felt her heart stop as the demon, still in Andy's guise, pulled her closer. Every move, every word, was ****, but she couldn't afford to falter. She thought of Andy, of his gaze, of his smile, and it gave her the strength to continue.

The demon sneered, visibly satisfied with her submission. She knew she had to obey, but every second felt like an eternity. The demon's hands began to caress her curves with experience that quickly paid off. She began to moan with pleasure. The incubus's hands moved to her pubic area and finally to her innermost core. Prue tried to press her thighs together; he bit her earlobe and licked the nape of her neck.

• Do you want two more hours?

She nodded, ashamed yet aroused, and spread her thighs, letting the demon deepen his intrusion. Each movement was painful, but she clung to Andy's image, convinced it was the only way to save him. The demon, still disguised as his love, whispered sweet nothings in her ear, contrasting cruelly with the **** of his gestures.

Prue felt her resistance crumble gradually; her body was betraying her; she felt trembling and wet with desire; he was truly an exceptional lover.

Prue felt her body react in spite of herself, each of the demon's caresses bringing her closer to a pleasure she refused to admit. The expert hands of the incubus, disguised as Andy, made her shiver, and she had to bite her lip to keep from screaming. The demon sneered, knowing he had her in his power, and intensified his caresses, pushing her toward an abyss of desire and shame.

Prue knew she was betraying everything she believed, but the image of Andy in danger kept her in submission, every second a **** for her soul, which finally gave in; it felt so good, she wanted even more.

• Do you want to go further? Experience pleasure like you've never felt before? If so, tell me, "Yes, Master, make me your sexual object."

Unable to restrain the dark side of her that was pushing her to go further, she cracked. It was almost a release; she recognized her lustful side, a true female dog who obeyed her bestial sexuality.

• Yes, Master, make me your sexual object.

The words left her mouth like a confession, heavy with submission and repressed desire. The demon sneered, clearly satisfied with his victory, and intensified his caresses, each expert touch sending shivers down her spine. Prue felt her soul being torn apart, every second ****, but her body, betrayed by pleasure, responded with an ardor she could no longer hide. The demon's hands, in Andy's guise, explored every curve, every corner of her body, pushing her toward an abyss of pleasure and shame.