Charmed Tales - 04 - Who's the Boss...

Series: Charmed Tales
Title: Who's the Boss... and the Biggest Bitch
Author: Oric13 (Oric13@xs4all.nl)
Universe: Charmed
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Phoebe/Piper/Prue
Keywords: F/FF, incest, D/s, BDSM, humil, reluc/nc, TV-parody
Summary: After the Woogyman unleashes Phoebe's darkside, the youngest Halliwell decides to make her most depraved sexual fantasy come true: making her two beautiful sisters her bitches. But even with the dark powers of the Woogyman on her side, will she be a match for Prue?
Notes: This story takes place during Episode 1x15 "Is There a Woogy in the House?" and is basically an X-rated version of this episode. A lot of the dialogue in the first chapter comes directly from this episode.

WARNING: This is a pretty dark story, in which Phoebe basically rapes and humiliates Prue and Piper... If you don't wish to read that kinda stuff then stop reading NOW.

Disclaimer: This story is based on the characters from the TV show "Charmed" that belongs to Warner Brothers, and is not meant as an infringement on their copyright of the series.

Charmed Tales - 4 - Who's the Boss... and the Biggest Bitch
by Oric13

Prologue


Phoebe was unable to move as the shroud of darkness started to engulf her; whether this was because of some paralysis power that the dark entity possessed or simply because being faced with her childhood nightmare had frozen her with fear, she did not know. She only knew that no matter how much she tried to call out to her sisters, the words stayed stuck in her throat.

Then, as the dark mist entered her body, her fear gradually left her and she slowly began to relax. 'Huh? This is nothing to be afraid of... This feels great!' the youngest Halliwell thought surprised as she felt a newfound sense of power arise inside of her. The sensation reminded her of the night that she read the spell from the Book of Shadows, which unlocked her powers and that of her sisters.

As this new power filled her, she felt all sorts of negative and restrictive emotions such as doubt, shyness and morality disappear, and being replaced by a delightful feeling of wickedness. 'It's like I'm being reborn into a whole new and improved Phoebe,' the brunette considered with a smirk.

Her feelings of euphoria were suddenly interrupted by a whispering, persuasive voice, "Your sisters... you have to go take care of your sisters now."

The moment Prue and Piper entered her thoughts, Phoebe's smile grew bigger, taking on a cat-like quality. 'Yes, my sisters. My two beautiful, beloved sisters... Mmmm...'

Visions of her sisters naked and in various pornographic poses flashed through her mind: Piper - sweet, submissive, good-girl Piper - naked on her knees before her. Gazing adoringly up at her before lowering her face and licking the knee-high leather boots she's wearing in her vision... Once her boots glistened from the brunette's tongue bath, Piper slowly started kissing all the way up her legs towards her wet & ready slit.

Phoebe's pussy grew moist as she watched Vision-Piper's pink tongue entering her twat.

Then came a vision of Prue... Her proud, intelligent, bossy, charming, but also bitchy sister, Prudence Halliwell: Now hanging totally naked and helpless suspended in chains before her. Phoebe saw herself energetically whipping her big sister's cute little butt with Prue's very own punishment belt. This mental picture made her so incredibly wet that it felt like her panties were about to overflow.

Another vision of Piper appeared. This time her sister's tongue was buried deep inside her asshole and good little Piper was giving out a rimjob like she does so on a daily basis.

Phoebe shuddered with delight.

Next came another vision of Prue: Her oldest sister was lying totally naked on her bed. Both her wrists and ankles where handcuffed to the headboard, spreading her legs spread wide apart, and fully exposing her aroused pussy to the room. Phoebe then saw herself standing in front of the bed, whipping the belt against Prue's exposed slit.

As she visualized herself pussy-whipping Prue, a surge of lust shot through her body making her cunt-muscles contract.

A new vision appeared, much the same as the one before: Prue was still bound to the bed with her legs spread apart and her swollen slit on display, but this time she was also gagged... and Piper was there!

Phoebe felt aroused as never before when the naked Piper in her vision picked up Prue's belt from the bed, and then started enthusiastically whipping their older sister's helpless nude body with it. Piper first targeted Prue's already red behind, raising several welts on the former alabaster globes before shifting her attentions to her sister's perky tits.

After having properly punished Prue's pink-tipped globes, Piper stared down at her big sister's wide-open, completely exposed cunt, the heavy leather belt dangling from her right hand. Despite Prue's muffled protests, she raised the strip of leather and whipped it down hard into her sister's slit. As a loud SPLAT resonated through the room, the eldest Halliwell grunted and thrashed wildly in her bonds while Piper raised the belt for a second stroke.

The image suddenly became distorted... When it cleared up, Piper was kneeling between her sister's wide-spread legs, gradually licking and kissing her way down to Prue's swollen and sensitive, freshly beaten cunt.

As incredibly erotic as her vision already was, things got even better when Phoebe saw herself make a guest appearance. She was naked except for the knee-high leather boots from before AND a thick 9-inch long, strap-on dildo. The youngest Halliwell breathlessly watched herself step behind the bend-over Piper and shove the large strap-on into her sister's - obviously thoroughly lubricated - cunt with a single thrust.

Without even touching her pussy, Phoebe felt herself come on the spot as her vision-self started giving her prudish, sexually-repressed sister a good, hard doggie-style fuckin' that would loosen her up for years to come while Piper's snacking on their oldest sister's snatch!

"Go now!" the voice whispered again, more urgently this time. "You need to take care of your sisters."

Yeah, she really needed to "take care" of her sisters. Phoebe wholeheartedly agreed with the words of the Woogyman, though perhaps not in the way that he intended... 'This is one vision I want to make come true for a change!' she decided with a smirk while heading up the stairs.


Chapter 1


Phoebe entered the kitchen not a moment too soon. Seeing Piper being attacked by the gasman, she quickly jumps to her sister's defence and knocks the attacker out with a baseball bat that conveniently appeared in her hand.

The moment her attacker is out cold, a very distressed Piper throws herself into Phoebe's comforting embrace. "Phoebe, he just--"

"It's okay, it's okay," Phoebe reassured her sister while stroking her back. Having one of her gorgeous sisters in her arms like this, the youngest Halliwell couldn't resist lowering one of her hands until it's resting on Piper's tight, round butt. She always considered Piper to have one of the finest asses she's ever seen, and wondered what it would be like to fondle and squeeze those two perfect globes with her hands.

'Well, let's find out.'

After tenderly stroking the object(s) of her admiration, she gave each cheek a gentle squeeze. This seemed to signal to Piper that it was time to create a little distance between the two of them, and she quickly stepped out of her sister's embrace.

Giving her sister a disconcerting look, she said, "I-I thought he was gonna kill me. I didn't even have a chance to freeze him." Piper suddenly noticed the bat lying on the floor. "Where'd you get the bat?"

Phoebe followed her sister's look and blinked. She hadn't given it a lot of thought before, she'd just been grateful that she had a weapon to protect her sister with, but a bat suddenly appearing in her hands wasn't exactly normal. Not even a Halliwell kinda normal. "I don't know... it just sort of appeared."

Piper's eyebrows raised a notch. "What do you mean it appeared? Like you opened a closet and found it? Or appeared like you thought bat and there it was?"

"Yeah, door number two. I can't explain it, but something weird happened to me down in the..." Phoebe's voice slowly trailed off, not sure if it was a good idea to mention what happened in the cellar. Knowing pessimistic Piper, she'd probably jump to the conclusion that what happened to her in the basement must be a bad thing, and insist that they somehow reverse it.

Well, she didn't want to reverse it; she liked the way she's feeling.

Seeing her sister's hesitation, Piper started prodding for more info, "What? Phoebe, spill. How'd you make the bat materialize?"

"Safety first, witchcraft later. We gotta call 911," Phoebe said, effectively putting an end to Piper's questioning.

*****

Standing in front of the living room window, Phoebe watched Andy and his partner stroll down the driveway talking to each other. Why Inspector Andy Trudeau and his partner Darryl Morris showed up for this assault case was beyond her. It seemed like every time the Halliwells had some kinda run-in with the police, these two would show up.

'For homicide cops, these guys sure get around!'

Well, whatever. Now that the police had taken their statements and placed the gasman under arrest, things were finally quieting down a bit.

'It's a bitch plotting evil schemes when the police are camping out on your driveway,' Phoebe giggled to herself.

Her eyes lit up when she spotted Prue's arrival. After shortly talking to Andy, an obviously concerned Prue hurriedly headed for the manor. 'Good, now we're all here: let the games begin!'

Stepping away from the window, she quickly sat down beside Piper and affected a bored expression. Seeing Piper's look of wonderment, Phoebe issued her sister a bright smile before looking down and examining her hands. 'Hmm, I could really use a manicure...'

"Hey, Piper. Are you okay? Are you hurt?" Prue anxiously asked the moment she set foot in the living room.

"No, forget it. I'm-I'm fine," Piper quickly reassured her sister. "He attacked me and then Phoebe stopped him. Go on, show her," she finished, looking expectantly at her younger sister.

Phoebe returned her sisters' looks with a child-like pout. "I told you, I can't do it now."

"Do what?" Prue questioned.

"Phoebe has a new power," Piper answered for her sister. "She thinks of something and "poof" it appears."

"Really?" Prue stared at her youngest sister with a mixture of fascination and suspicion.

"I just did it once," Phoebe sullenly noted, putting Piper's claim about her new power into perspective.

"And it saved my life! I would think that you'd be thrilled," Piper stated surprised. "You've always wanted an active power."

"Whatever." Phoebe shrugged.

"Wait a second, time out. Our powers are supposed to progress, not grow at random. And if it did grow, I would think that it would at least be premonition-esk. I smell the Book of Shadows." Prue shot her little sister a suspicious look. "Did you do something?"

'Ladies and Gentlemen, here we go!' Phoebe told herself, smiling inwardly as she thought about the major bitch-fest she's about to start.

"Okay, *I* just saved Piper's ass. Where were you?" the youngest Halliwell answered, sounding aggrieved while trying to hide the smirk that was threatening to appear on her face

"Phoebe--" Piper began.

"No, it's okay, Piper," Prue calmly stated. Looked into her youngest sister's eyes, she soothingly said, "I'm just trying to rule out the most obvious possibilities here, Pheebs."

"Okay, did you rule out the obvious possibility that you're pissy because you didn't get to save the day this time?"

Prue's eyes narrowed in annoyance, which didn't go unnoticed by Phoebe. "This isn't about who "saved the day", Phoebe. It's ab--"

"Yeah, because this time it wasn't you," Phoebe gleefully interrupted her sister's speech.

Prue shot her sister an aggravated look. "What I'm trying to say, is that your new power is the subject we should be focussing on right now... Now then, could you please try to copy your actions from before and make something else appear?"

"Nope," Phoebe bluntly said, still checking out her nails. 'I REALLY need a manicure.'

Prue frowned and looked at Piper, who shrugged and responded with an 'I don't know what's up with her either' look.

"May I ask why not, Phoebe?"

Looking finally up from her nails, the youngest Halliwell shot her big sister a condescending smirk. "Because I'm not a trained seal, Prudence. I don't do tricks."

Phoebe surreptitiously observed her sisters' reactions: Piper looked slightly aghast while Prue was plainly pissed off.

"Excuse me?!" Prue questioned with a distinctly frosty tone in her voice.

"You've heard me," Phoebe smirked. "I'm getting kinda tired of you always telling me what to do. So I guess this is just my little way of telling you to kiss my ass!"

"PHOEBE!!" Piper called out shocked.

"I'll handle this, Piper," Prue said; her voice now artic and her eyes ice-cold. Walking over to Phoebe (who's suddenly feeling a tad anxious) she lowered her head until their faces were only inches apart. "Listen, you obnoxious little brat, I don't know what the Hell suddenly got into you, but I'm pretty sure that a good, hard spanking will beat it right out again... Upstairs!"

"Hold on, Prue," Piper tried to interfere. "Maybe--"

"It's okay, Piper," Phoebe interrupted her sister. "I'm not worried: Prue hits like a girl anyway," she finished with a smirk.

Piper gaped at her apparent suicidal sister.

"Why you little..." Prue glared at her impudent little sister. "Make that a bare-bottomed strapping! I want you to go up to my room, take off all your clothes, and assume the proper punishment position while waiting for me to smack some sense into you. Now get upstairs!!"

"Yes, Ma'am!" Standing up, Phoebe gave her sister a mocking salute - which managed to infuriate Prue even more - before heading upstairs.

Taking long, deep breaths to calm herself, Prue watched her sister leave.

"Um, maybe we should think this over," Piper carefully suggested. "Let me try talking to Phoebe before you resort to... stronger measures; I mean you've gotta admit that it's kinda out of character for..." her voice slowly trailed off when she saw "the look" that Prue was sending her. "Never mind," she finished with a sigh.

Seeing the defeated look on her Piper's face, Prue's harsh look softened somewhat. She sat down on the couch beside her sister and comfortingly patted Piper's leg. "I've been plenty patient with her since she returned from New York, Piper," Prue explained. "But that girl obviously needs a regular reminder about proper conduct... Besides, you know as well as I do that Phoebe used to get into these mischievous kinda moods before, when she's practically begging me for a spanking."

The two sisters exchanged knowing smiles as they recalled their younger years and the many times that Phoebe would pull some kind of prank, which would inevitably earn her another spanking from Prue.

"It did seem like she got herself into trouble on purpose, just to get you to spank her," Piper acknowledged with a grin.

"Right!" Prue smiled back. "And I don't think this is any different; you saw how she was deliberately baiting me."

Piper nodded.

"So I'm gonna give her exactly what she wants: A good hard, old-fashioned butt-warming!" Prue finished while standing up.

The eldest Halliwell headed towards the stairs, but halted before she reached the doorway. She turned towards Piper with a slight smirk on her face. "Would you like to watch me punish Phoebe?" Prue asked her sister.

Piper blushed at Prue's unexpected and rather embarrassing offer; she glanced down into her lap. "Uh... N-No, thanks."

Prue grinned. "Are you sure? I'm pretty certain Phoebe wouldn't mind... In fact, knowing Pheebs, she'd probably enjoy you watching."

Piper made a face at her teasing big sister. "I think I'll just sit this one out, thank you very much."

"Suit yourself," Prue said in a singsong voice. She snickered. "It's too bad really, since I was planning on letting you have a go at her little butt once I'm finished with her."

Piper's mouth fell open and she stared after her sister as Prue mounted the stairs. 'Whoa! I wonder if she really meant that.' Shaking her head in wonder, she sighed. 'Sometimes I don't know who's worse: Phoebe or Prue.'

Getting up from the couch, Piper decided to focus her attentions on something she felt more at ease with: cooking. She still needed to do a lot of work to get the perfect dinner ready that Prue had ordered. 'If I screw this up, I might be in for the same treatment tonight as Phoebe is gonna get now.'

For a long moment, Piper pondered what it would be like to get another bare-bottomed spanking from her sister after all this time. That disconcerting, but not altogether unpleasant thought, made her feel ashamed and aroused at the same time.

'I wonder if Prue would let Phoebe watch, or even participate, while punishing me.'

Taking a deep, cleansing breath, Piper shook off these disturbing thoughts that were suddenly troubling her, and went to work on Prue's dinner party.

*****

Just as she's about to enter her room, Prue suddenly hesitated. Her hand rested on the doorknob while she replayed her argument with Phoebe over in her mind. 'Something did feel off... Maybe Piper is right, and I should handle this differently...'

However, the black-haired witch's moment of indecision quickly passed, and she shook off her doubts. 'Screw this! Whatever the cause of Phoebe's annoying behaviour might be, a bit of corporal punishment will help her get rid of it.'

Smiling to herself, Prue opened her bedroom door and stepped inside.

The moment she entered her room, Prue's smile quickly faded. Expecting to see a naked Phoebe obediently kneeling on the bed, ready for her punishment, she was instead faced with the incredulous sight of her little sister lying comfortably on her bed wearing some kinda kinky leather dominatrix outfit. And as if that wasn't audacious enough, Phoebe was calmly reading a book and eating her bonbons!

Glancing up from her reading, Phoebe greeted her by waving the book at her. 'What the Fuck?! Not only is she eating my candy, but that's also MY diary she's reading!!!'

Prue felt as if her head was about to explode from anger.

"Hey, Sis! Interesting read this," Phoebe called out while waving her sister's diary in the air. "I especially enjoyed the stuff you wrote about Andy."

"THAT'S IT!!" Prue shouted furiously. "YOU'RE REALLY GONNA GET IT NOW, YOU LITTLE BITCH!!!"

As Prue lost her temper, her powers were automatically unleashed: Prue's diary was whisked from Phoebe's hand and the youngest Halliwell felt herself being lifted up in the air by her sister's power.

This is the moment Phoebe had been waiting for. The perfect opportunity to use the "for emergencies only" spell she'd found a while back in the Book of Shadows.


"Those who turn their powers against their kin,"
"Are not worthy of keeping them."
"So let the aggressor's powers flee their host,"
"And enter whoever the attacker opposed."


As soon as she completed the spell, Phoebe dropped back down onto the bed. At the same moment, an orb-like shape, composed entirely out of light, left Prue and entered Phoebe's chest.

Prue stood frozen in disbelief. Shocked that her own sister would actually use a spell on her and steal her powers. It took her a couple of seconds to collect herself and decide on a plan of action: Punch Phoebe out, then call Piper for help.

Unfortunately, it was already too late for that.

Before Prue had the chance to do anything, Phoebe threw a handful of powder in her face and she lost consciousness. The last thing Prue remembered was her little sister leaning over her with an infuriating, self-satisfied smirk on her face, saying, "Gotcha!"


To be continued in Chapter 2...