Sweet Seduction

So I wanted to introduce Phoebe in this next chapter, but I didn't have the chance to. Next chapter, though, I promise. WARNINGS for this chapter: rape scene. You've been warned.

Bryan - you're welcome! And thank you for reviewing both chapters! :) Means a lot.

Hopefully there'll be more after this chapter. :D

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I sat still on the couch, waiting for them to come back in. My ears had stopped listening to their conversation as it ended. I rolled my eyes at myself for being nosey. Suddenly Prue entered the room, but only her, no Piper. She looked cautiously at me, almost with an I'm-gonna-kick-your-ass-if-you-try-anything-funny look. I cleared my throat quietly and asked, "So... where's Piper?"

Prue nodded her head toward the hallway. "She's making dinner. She's the cook of the family."

I smirked. "Not you?"

She smiled a little. "Definitely not. I can barely make a cake."

Laughing, I replied, "I wish I could cook. Well... I've never really had the chance to, I guess." She looked at me intently, and I couldn't help but blush. "What are you good at then?" I asked. I prayed it had something to do with the bedroom. Then I mentally slapped myself hard for thinking such things. She deserved better than that.

Prue sat down on the chair across from me and hummed to herself. "I love to take photographs. That's my job right now, and I love it. There's always so much you can tell from a picture," she said. She sounded wise when she spoke. I became worried that I was drooling on myself, so I shut my mouth. She shook her head at the floor. "Other than that, I'm average, I guess - well, except for the whole witch-thing."

I smiled at her, and she smiled back. "Have you always known? About being a witch?" I asked.

"No, actually. We found out nearly three years ago. It was all Phoebe's fault," she said with an eye-roll.

"And Phoebe.. she's your other sister?" I asked, feeling stupid that I knew absolutely nothing about the infamous Charmed Ones.

"Mm-hmm," she replied. "She's the youngest, Piper's the middle, and I'm the oldest." She leaned back in the chair, sighing deeply - contently? - to herself.

I frowned a little. "Is it hard being the oldest?" She looked at me to see if I was serious. "I'm sorry, I have no idea what it's like... having sisters, parents.. a family," I said, dropping my tone to a saddened mumble.

Prue frowned, too, only apologetically. "No, I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking. Yeah, it is hard for me. Not as much now as before but still. But I wouldn't change anything. I love them more than anything in the world. If I didn't have them..."

She quieted then. I felt bad for bringing up all of this, but I needed to know this to get my job done. 'Unfortunately, I may have to push her and her sisters even harder.'

Prue cleared her throat and wiped her eye. Her voice was quiet when she said, "Let's go in the kitchen. Piper should be finishing up soon." She smiled to me, her face flooded with gloom. I arose, deciding not to push her any further now, and followed her out into the hallway.

We entered the next room that was filled with counters and big machines on one side, and a small table with chairs on the other. I looked at the matching wallpaper and floor, the cabinets filled with jars of unknown things, and the little notes that hung motionlessly on the big machine to the side of me. "Wow," I said, nearly breathless. Piper and Prue shared a weirded-out look and then laughed. My face turned blood-red. "Sorry..."

"Don't be ridiculous," Prue said, "It's interesting to see how you react to things, and so hard to believe that you've never seen a majority of this stuff." The sisters looked to each other again with big grins, observing me being a doofus.

I walked away from Prue to Piper's side, where she was chopping vegetables. I peered at the knife she used closely, reminded of what happened once when I was used in the Underworld.

A knock was heard from the door. I hoped it wasn't another demon for me, since I'd already had two within the past 24 hours, and I was very sore. I was 18, even skinnier and still very fragile. Unfortunately, I was broken apart many times by the men. Many times.

I had been laying within my bathtub, scrubbing off the germs and sperm from the most recent demon. I usually spent over an hour in the tub, scratching against my pale skin until it was as red as the clay walls. After the knock sounded, I sighed regretfully and climbed out, wincing from the pain within my abdomen and between my legs. Even though I'd had sex with so many, I still hadn't become invincible to the horrible pain.

I grabbed a black, silk towel that lay somewhere beside me and wrapped it around my frail form. I scrambled my way to the door, opened slowly, and asked, "Yes?"

A huge, muscular guard stood before me. He must've been three times the size of me. My body shook immediately as I prayed that he wasn't the one there for me. His voice boomed and frightened me, "A demon for you." 'Shit,' I thought. 'At least it's not him, though,' I thought again. But then my whole body died when I saw the demon who was entering the room.

He was just as big as the guard - maybe even bigger, I wasn't sure. His skin was a cloudy-grey color with bulging muscles along his arms and legs. He wore black face paint on his cheeks and forehead in a weird type of writing, but his eyes were a bright red color that almost hypnotised you at the sight. He wore no shirt and baggy, black pants. He towered over me, and I almost fainted.

"Aren't we going to get into the bed?" he asked, his voice attempting to be gentle, but the smirk across his face was dirty and devious.

I wanted to shake my head, but I knew I couldn't. I was their plaything, and nobody was going to change that. No one could because Father made me this, and no one was going to object against The Source of All Evil. I turned around, stifling a sob, and walked toward my king-sized bed. I laid down, my hand clutching the towel around my body tightly. I wanted to cry, but that wouldn't do anything. That might make him excited, and I wasn't giving him anymore pleasure than what's required.

The demon walked over to the bed, his big body swaying with his strides. He sat on the bed and felt up my leg, then he moaned, "You're soft and tender. I can't wait to get inside you." I just about threw up in my mouth as he spoke and delicately moved his fingers along my porcelain skin. "In fact," he added with a stop of his hand movements, "I won't."

He gripped my leg hard into his hand and leapt between my legs. I yelped loudly as he pried my legs apart with harsh grips. He pulled down his pants slightly, just enough to reveal his erection. I screamed at the size of it; it was probably over nine inches long and so wide. I couldn't handle anymore of this! I attempted to scurry away from his grasp, still clinching the towel hard, making my knuckles, amazingly, whiter.

I managed to get down the side of the bed until he grabbed my hair and pulled me back up to my original position. "Don't make me hurt you any more, bitch," he hissed, his hand holding a fistful of my raven hair. My eyes pleaded to him to let me go, but he obviously didn't notice or didn't care. He removed my hand from the towel and pulled it open. His eyes roamed all over my body, taking in every curve, and he licked his lips. "No wonder Master shows you off, you dirty slut; your body is amazing," he said, gawking. I turned my head away, but he grabbed my chin and whispered with a sinister smug, "Don't turn away; watch." His mouth closed in around one of my nipples, and he suckled it like a newborn kitten wanting milk. The demon's eyes glanced up every other second to make sure I was witnessing his assault. Once or twice I would turn away to cry, but he'd pull my chin back to watch. He'd switch to the other breast and play with the one he'd just left behind, massaging it between his fingertips. As much as I didn't want to, my body seemed to enjoy it, but I refused to moan for him.

His lips trailed away from my breasts to down my middle, not leaving any skin untouched. Heat rose in my stomach after every touch, but I remained silent. Then he stopped. Grey fingers began to feel my thighs and gently kneaded them in his fingertips. It hurt a lot because the demons before this one had roughly maneuvered me around by gripping my thighs, inner and outer, to place me in a new position. His "gentle" assault ended, and he glanced at me with a wicked smile. I felt the tip of his member prepare to enter me, and I panicked. My body suddenly leaned forward, and I slapped the demon hard on his face, barely moving him. I tried to get away again, but his hand grabbed me again, this time by the neck, choking me. "Stop, please," I choked out, tears more falling freely now.

"I worked hard to get to you, okay? Now I'm going to claim my prize," he whispered threateningly and let go of my neck, but replaced his hand with a large knife from his pants pocket. I swallowed hard and more tears escaped. The knife was ice cold and was already making a red slit upon my neck. "I can't kill you, and I don't want to (hell, who would want to fuck a bleeding, dead girl, huh?)," he chuckled, "but, just so you know, I could. Understand?" I choked on another sob and nodded reluctantly. His face turned serious. "Tell me."

I gulped and choked out in a whisper, "I understand."

Another sickening smile glistened. "Good," he replied, pulling the knife away from me, allowing me to breathe deeply in and out. "Now," he said as he placed the knife back in his pocket, "feel free to scream as much as you want." And he plunged into me, causing me to scream loud enough to wake the entire Underworld. Through my tears, I could see that he wasn't even inside me completely - only about four inches - but he was so thick, I felt my walls ripping. "Ohh, you're so tight," he moaned in ecstasy, "I don't even know if I can fit all the way... but I'll try!" He pulled himself out, then slowly pushed himself in another inch, then out, then slowly in another, and continued this until his entire member was inside me. The pain was almost unbearable, and I worried I may pass out.

Then, much to my dismay, he pulled himself out and thrusted hard and fast into me, slamming against my g-spot. My upper body leaned forward as I screamed in pain and pleasure. "Stop, please, you're too big!" I pleaded. I could already feel blood beginning to pour throughout my bottom half onto him and the bed.

He laughed and grunted, "Thank you." He continued his assault - in, out, in, out, in, out - slamming me against the bed. He groaned and yelled as I closed tight around his penis and I, unwantingly, orgasmed. "Aw, you're too quick, baby. I'm not even close!" he cackled.

The demon took himself out suddenly and turned me over onto my palms and knees. "Please..." I cried and screamed, "Please stop!" My body was racking with sobs now.

He examined his member, telling me how bloody it seemed to become and how my juice covered it. "I should make you blow me to get this all off, but I doubt I could fit in your mouth. Fuck, can barely fit in your cunt!" A light relief flooded over me until he plummetted into me again, and I screamed harshly again. "Oh, oh, oh, ahhhh, yeah, ugh, you're so tight," he mumbled, groaning and grabbing at my bum to pull me back against him.

He had his way with me for the next few minutes, not even slowing his deep, fast thrusts until he came inside me. I felt myself wobbling the entire time, my arms barely holding me up as I was man-handled. When he pulled out of me, finally, I fell, stomach first, onto my bed - too tired to cry anymore, in too much pain to move. I saw him, out of the corner of my eye, get up from the bed, stuff his cock into his pants, and peer at himself in the mirror across the room. Then he looked to me, with that terrible smile on his face. "You were amazing. I'll have to kill more innocents, so we can have even more fun, eh?" he howled with laughter. "Oops, I forgot," he said, taking out his knife again. I still laid motionless, too wounded to care; I hoped he would kill me right there to end it. Instead he flipped me over and placed the blade upon my left thigh. He traced the blade lightly in a shape I couldn't make out. Then he drove the knife in deeper through my skin through the shape again. I whimpered, but that's I could do. I felt paralyzed. His fingernail dug through one side of the shape and took out a diamond-shape of my skin. He made sure I saw it before he placed it and the knife into his pocket. "Thank you, princess. Can't wait for the next time." He opened the door and left, flashing his vicious smile to me one more time.

I forced myself to lean forward to see my missing piece of skin. It was gone, blood now flowed freely from it. I grabbed the blanket from the bed and pushed down hard on it, applying pressure. Then I threw up on the side of the bed as tears fell from my eyes once more before I shut them, longing for sleep. A nice, long, deep sleep.

"Delilah? Delilah, are you okay?"

I was shaking all over my body, goosebumps across my arms and under my clothes. My left thigh was suddenly aching tremendously (even though now the piece he had carved out was only a scar.) Someone grabbed my arms and made me look at them. I lifted my eyes from the knife to see someone's soft, green eyes. Prue. "I'm... uh... sorry," I mumbled gently, then collapsed on the floor.

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