Sin of Pride

Prue wanted to once again prove her primacy over her sisters to gain the master's favor. The incubus loved Prue for her character, but he intended to subdue her vanity and humiliate her. He called her.

• Good evening, master, what can I do to please you?
• I would like to see if you are worthy of being my favorite. I would also like you to voluntarily accept a challenge, but you are free to renounce.

Prue, stung by her pride, wanted to become the favorite.

• I would do anything to satisfy you, master. I am the best at pleasing you. The incubus smiled.
• Well, you'll take your red shirt and wear only that, and put on your longest stilettos. You'll take the subway and go to the BDSM Pleasure Club, which is on the other side of town. You will respond positively to all sexual requests and orders made to you during the journey and in the club.

Prue's cheeks flushed, but her pride burned brighter than her embarrassment.

• But...

The incubus interrupted her.

• You're giving up already, what a disappointment.

Prue Halliwell raised her head, her eyes shining with defiance.

• I'll do it, Master.
• Ah, you won't cross your legs during the journey. Always sit down when you can. I'll watch you during the journey, I'll see if you're up to it.

Prue felt a shiver run down her spine as she put on the red jacket, her only item of clothing now. The silky fabric slid against her bare skin, highlighting every curve of her body. Her stiletto heels clicked on the wooden floor as she walked to the door, her hips swaying with **** grace.

As soon as she crossed the threshold, the cool night air brushed against her exposed thighs, a cruel reminder of her condition.

The street was dark and almost empty, with few people outside. She attracted the attention of the few pedestrians she passed, but the subway was more stressful for her; no one mentally sane went to the station at 11 p.m., or else she was ****.

The station was empty and the wait long. The sound of footsteps was heard.

The footsteps echoed behind her, slow and heavy, making the gravel crunch under thick boots. Prue tightened the hems of her red jacket, feeling the fabric slip dangerously over her bare breasts. Warm breath brushed the back of her neck before a raspy voice whispered,

"You're quite the sight..."

She spun on her heels, the clack of metal against tile a challenge.

The man was massive, his ripped shirt revealing obscure tattoos. His eyes raked over Prue with a greed that made her shudder.

"Are you waiting for someone, beautiful?"

Prue's breath hitched, but she lifted her chin, obeying her master's rule.

"No." His voice was shakier than she intended.

The man sneered, taking a step forward. The smell of stale tobacco and cheap **** enveloped Prue. He reached out a calloused hand, brushing against the silk of her jacket, sliding slowly toward the curve of her hip.

"So you're here for me." »

Prue felt his fingers close around her bare flesh, his dirty nails digging in slightly. A dirty shiver ran down her spine.