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Piper wasn’t completely sure what had happened to her. She could tell, however, that she wasn’t a far of whatever it was.
She sat in her cell, about half the size of her room, alone. One moment she’d been facing a demon: the next she was lying in a place that was unmistakably the Underworld.
Minutes or hours passed.
“Sorry about taking so long,” a familiar voice, behind her. “Had to offer my condolences to your husband. And Paige. They’ve figured out you’re not dead though, if that’s any consolation. They just don’t have a clue how to track you down.”
Piper turned, slowly, to see her sister- no, something that wore the shape of Phoebe. It couldn’t really be Phoebe: it couldn’t.
“What, no hello?” Phoebe said, “Thought you’d be glad to see your sister, down here.”
“You’re not my sister,” Piper said.
There were countless shapeshifting demons, plenty that could pose as a human. It was hardly unlike them to want to put her off-balance.
“Afraid I am,” Phoebe said, summoning a seat in front of the bars of the cage. “Don’t be so shocked. I was Queen of the Underworld, remember? Why would I give that up?”
Piper turned within her cage, looking away from Phoebe, refusing to acknowledge the being she perceived as some nameless demon.
“Don’t believe me?” Phoebe said, tilting her head. “Let’s see, I first read the incantation that made us witches, when we moved back here after Grams. I-”
“Any telepathic demon could tell you that,” Piper said, not even raising her voice, nor meeting Phoebe’s eyes.
“True,” Phoebe said, and shrugged. She reached out with her magic, turning Piper back to face her. “You can go on giving me the silent treatment, or we could talk. I’m going to speak anyway, so we may as well get some back-and-forth going, otherwise you’re going to have a dull time of it.”
“I have nothing to say,” Piper said.
Phoebe let her eyes cloud over with darkness, then: a sign of the Source. Immediately, Piper stiffened.
It was hardly proof of Phoebe’s identity; but not much could be, in the world of demons. However, knowing Cole had died, the powers of the Source would only be passed on to someone close. Someone who’d been able to get near Cole, to steal them.
“Well I do,” Phoebe said. “If you want evidence, look at yourself. You know how demons typically treat their prisoners; you’ve experienced none of that.”
Piper turned away, again. Phoebe turned her back, once more, and sighed, exasperated.
“Do you want me to get the Grimoire in here?” Phoebe said. “I can point out a nice little spell that you read from the Book of Shadows. Either I’ve read from the Book, or I’ve altered it. Actually the latter, but I don’t expect to convince you of that.”
Of all the difficulties in her plan, she hadn’t expected convincing Piper of her identity would be one of them. Then again, it wasn’t a necessary part: just a more satisfying one.
“If you won’t talk,” Phoebe said, “I’ll leave you for a while. A last thought, though: you know the three of us are connected. Part of the Power of Three. Remember what happened with Prue? A Warlock married her to evil, and through her the two of us were corrupted. It’s not going to happen as quickly this time, but you should be able to feel it.”
Feel it? Piper tried not to react; it was rare liars gave a concrete means of disproving their statements. She almost didn’t want to check.
Her instant of hesitation was noticed by Phoebe, however. Smiling, the new Source departed in flames, leaving her sister alone, to think.

Her brief meeting with Piper over, Phoebe returned to Earth. She couldn’t afford to leave Paige alone for long, not now. At the very least, she didn’t want to arouse suspicion.
And regardless, she still cared about her sister. Knowing Piper was lost in the Underworld was hardly pleasant for her.
They didn’t even talk, most of the time. When Phoebe was back, Paige just needed to be held. As her only available sister, Phoebe filled that role. She just lay behind Paige, arms around her, and felt her sister sob.
More than anything, it was the feeling of helplessness. If Piper were dead, then at least they had closure. Instead, they knew she was imprisoned, and could do nothing.
They’d attempted to raid the Underworld, a couple of times. Leo couldn’t navigate when down there, but he could take them downstairs. Without Piper’s offensive power, however, they were limited in what they could achieve.
That, and Phoebe’s constant manipulation, making sure they never quite found where Piper was.
After too many failed attempts to count, Leo had gone upstairs to plead with the Elders to intervene for once. Phoebe very much doubted they would, but if they chose to, she’d just have to bump up her plans.
Before progressing, though, she wanted to get a bit closer to Paige. It would be nice to have a sister who was close to her, before she revealed herself.

When night came, and Paige slept alone, Phoebe descended to the Underworld once more.
“Phoebe,” Piper said, curtly. She still didn’t turn, sitting within her cage.
“Admitting it at last?” Phoebe said.
Piper said nothing: Phoebe smiled. Piper accepted who she was, that was enough. Knowing her sister had fallen to evil was the first step in turning herself.
“Why?” Piper said, eventually, Laconic as she always seemed to be, down here.
It was probably the obvious question, Phoebe reflected. Still, the predictability of it was almost boring.
“Why not?” Phoebe said. “Let’s go for the freedom, that’s a good reason to stay evil.”
“Freedom to do what?” Piper said. “Kill?”
“A little,” Phoebe said, shrugging absently. “We killed plenty as the Charmed Ones though, remember? I’ve just branched out from demons. Or I will, haven’t done much yet.”
Piper hesitated then. A momentary light in her eyes; maybe hopeful. Her sister hadn’t brought herself to kill humans, to kill creatures of good, yet. Maybe-
Phoebe laughed. “Don’t look at me like that,” she said. “I haven’t because there’s been no need to. I’m planning to,” she paused, “Sorry for what’s going to happen to Leo, by the way.”
Another moment of hesitation, this time for the precise opposite reason. Piper swallowed.
“What are you going to do to him?” Piper said, demanding more than questioning.
“He’s a whitelighter,” Phoebe said, “We can’t deal with them buzzing around, all the time. Just requires a little set-up,” she paused, “Really though, I am sorry.”
Phoebe didn’t give details. She didn’t have to. Piper gestured with her hands at the wall of her cage, calling on her powers. There was a bang, then an anticlimactic fizzle as her magic failed to do a thing against the bars.
She was trapped, and her husband was going to die. Going to be killed, by her sister.
“You’re not sorry,” Piper said.
“I am,” Phoebe said, “Truly. You’re still my sister, you know: that hasn’t changed. I love you.”
“Evil doesn’t love.”
“Cole loved me,” Phoebe said, “Even after. Strong feelings, they can’t be wiped away. And what’s stronger than our sisterhood?” a devilish smirk played at her lips, “Though I’ll admit, my love for you has… altered, somewhat.”
The look in her eyes, the expression on her face, the way her eyes dipped down: even without further detail, it was clear what Phoebe meant.
“You’re disgusting,” Piper said. Phoebe chuckled.
“You’ve no idea,” a pause. “You could though. How would you like that? Free show for you. See what your sister’s become, and see just how fun the dark side can be. Sound good?”
Piper’s glare was positively scathing. Instinctively, Phoebe reached out with her Source-borne senses, making sure her magical cage was still reinforced. Then, smiling, she whistled.
Three demons came to the call of their Queen. Zeran, the humanoid woman who’d been part of the deception to get Piper here without raising suspicion. A demon of a nameless species that were behind the stories of hellhounds: muscular, furred, and while able to stand on their hind legs, they much preferred to be quadrupeds. Finally, a chameleon demon that was, then, taking the form of a human male.
“Pick one,” Phoebe said, to Piper. “Which would you rather see fuck me?”
A grin. Phoebe wouldn’t deny, this was for her own pleasure as much as anything: but there were some other benefits. Exposure to the sight was likely to drastically alter how Piper saw her sister, and that was an important stepping stone. Plus, if Piper enjoyed it, her corruption would be speeding along nicely.
When Piper fell, there was only Paige to go before the Charmed Ones had all turned.
An alert chimed in the back of her mind, courtesy of a demon she’d had keep watch on Halliwell Manor. Likely Paige was about to look for her. Phoebe sighed: and she was having so much fun.
“I’ll let you think about it,” Phoebe said, covering for her disappearance. A flash of fire, and she was gone, leaving Piper to sit and stare at three demons.

Almost as soon as Phoebe returned to her room, Paige knocked on the door. Phoebe called to let her in.
Paige’s eyes were dry, skin pale rather than red. Her step was unsteady though, and her voice cracked when she tried to speak. Even without a word, it was obvious Piper’s loss still bothered her.
“It’s ok,” Phoebe said, soft. “It’s ok to hurt. Paige, you know I’m here, right?”
“I know,” Paige said. She wasn’t crying, but that didn’t lessen the anguish n her eyes. “I know, it’s just-”
“I know what you’re going through,” Phoebe said. “Piper and I, before you- we lost Prue. We lost our sister, and it’s a pain that feels like it’ll never go away: but here’s the thing. Even if it’s always there, even if you always hurt, you learn to ignore it. You learn to get past it. Even if it feels like you’re drowning now, you’ll be able to cope.”
Paige shook her head. “I’ve lost people before,” she said. “This isn’t like that. It’s worse, it’s- I just wish I knew what was happening to her. Not knowing- it’s the worst.”
That was the one problem with being in on Piper’s kidnapping. It was hard to convincingly fake sadness, when she had nothing to draw on. No analogous experience; only losing Prue, which apparently didn’t cut it.
Still, Paige didn’t seem suspicious. Why would she?
“Come here,” Phoebe said, shifting on the bed, and opening her arms. “You don’t have to be alone.”

Piper sat in her cage, waiting, and unsure what she was waiting for. Perhaps just hoping Phoebe wouldn’t return.
The same three demons waited outside, still. A woman, a beast, and a shapeshifter. Piper was aware that she had to choose, that Phoebe likely wouldn’t let her get away without making a decision. Still, it wasn’t exactly something she’d ever expected to choose.
Which demon she wanted her sister to fuck. Well, none, ideally. That answer wouldn’t go down well; Piper winced, surveying the three. If she had to pick one, it wouldn’t be the shifter. She didn’t want to know what her imaginative sister would do with a demon that could look like anyone. Similarly, she really didn’t want to see a hellhound.
That left the woman. The Beelzebub demon who’d come after her. Piper exhaled, somewhat disturbed by how easy the choice had been.
“Made up your mind yet?” Phoebe said, as she reappeared. “I really need to cum. Paige rubbing herself against you will do that, you know.”
Piper rolled her eyes, refusing to rise to the bait. Instead she idly waved one hand in the direction of Zeran, not wanting to talk. She didn’t look at anyone, not wanting to see Phoebe’s smile.
A few seconds later, and she felt a force around her body, turning her to face her sister, no matter how she tried to move. Now, the demons had gone, along with any clothes that were out there. Phoebe didn’t seem at all embarrassed.
“Don’t look away,” she said. A playful wave: “You’re going to watch. It’s no fun if you don’t.” she turned back to Zeran, “You want to be on top this time?”
The prideful demon’s eyes widened, momentarily. Without even needing to think, she nodded: Phoebe chuckled to herself. Throw a little politics into the mix: who said you couldn’t mix business with pleasure?
Moments later, and Zeran had pressed her lips to Phoebe’s. What concerned her more, however, were the demon’s hands; slim, elegant fingers tracing the contours of her back or, rather impatiently, diving straight between her legs. Two talented hands, one pulling her closer, the other sliding two fingers inside her, and curling.
Phoebe threw her head back; moaning, more for Piper’s benefit than her own, thrusting her hips against the demon’s hand. Zeran’s other hand lowered, cupped her ass: held Phoebe against her as her fingers twitched, and stroked, and curled, until she had the Source of All Evil quivering in her arms.
“More!” a gasp from Phoebe. Zeran’s hand quickened: still, she didn’t speak.
It was almost amusing. Clearly the demon had so much to say, whether basic dirty talk or orders, she just didn’t know how far Phoebe’s temporary submission went. Though that didn’t mean she wasn’t relishing this opportunity.
As one, they fell to the cool stone of the floor, Phoebe’s back landing first: and Zeran atop her, arm still bent so that her hand pressed against Phoebe’s cunt, three fingers now inside her, and her whole arm moving along with her caress.
Phoebe’s back arched: pressed her boobs to Zeran’s chest, and she pushed her head back. Moaned. As her head moved, she was granted an upside-down vision of the world behind her: including Piper, her sister unable to do anything but watch.
Smirking, Phoebe winked, and moaned again.
Evidently, the demon was enjoying the sight of Phoebe beneath her: flushed, and breathless, bucking into her every touch. Momentarily daring, Zeran switched hands, using her left with equal dexterity, and trailing her right up Phoebe’s chest, leaving a small trace of moisture between her tits.
“Taste yourself,” she whispered, resting her still-wet fingers on Phoebe’s lips, and exhaling as she eagerly opened her mouth, sucking on those fingers and eagerly lapping herself from them. Zeran watched, enthralled, as her Queen licked every trace of herself from her fingers.
All the while, she still moved her other hand, wrist rubbing against Phoebe’s inner thigh as she urgently thrust three fingers into Phoebe’s cunt, curling them as soon as they were inside, and brushing against a spot that elicited a tremor and, sometimes, a low moan.
A shiver: Phoebe pushed her hips up, again, bucking against Zeran’s touch. She twisted her back amid moans, trying to focus on keeping with one position, utterly unconcerned by meeting the demon atop her’s eyes, much more interested in staring at her sister.
Zeran leant lower: lips part, and teeth clamping around one of Phoebe’s nipples, tugging sharply, gaining a whimper.
“I’m going to-” Phoebe said, cutting herself off with a moan. “I’m going to cum,” she focused on opening her eyes: at meeting Piper’s. “Watch me, sister. Do you- ah! Do you want to see me scream, want to see me when I cum? An- ah, a demon’s hand in my dripping wet cunt, fucking me, making me-”
Phoebe screamed, louder, and a convulsion ran through her body. Despite giving up on speaking, she made sure to watch Piper, make sure she held her sister’s image in her eyes as she came, hard, smiling, breathless.
Zeran’s ministrations only began to slow as Phoebe’s cries quietened. In the instant Phoebe was considering speaking up, in urging the demon on, she felt herself be pulled along the ground, until Zeran straddled her chest.
It was remarkable how human a number of demons could look. Beyond her eyes, every inch of Zeran seemed indistinguishable from a woman; right now to her cunt, so appetizing, and so soaking above Phoebe.
“I need it,” Zeran said; husky. She lowered herself, a little more, hips straddling Phoebe’s face.
Phoebe glanced back, from just a brief moment: met her sister’s eyes again, and winked, licked her lips. Without a moment’s more delay, she tilted her head back, and pressed her lips to Zeran’s slit, tracing the outline, and eagerly tasting her.
Hands moved, urgently. Phoebe gripped the demon’s hips, fingertips digging in to tender skin, holding herself closer, and running her tongue the length of Zeran’s cunt. In the same moment, the demon grabbed Phoebe’s head, fingers winding in her hair, and tugging harshly.
Phoebe gave a moan, a string of expletives muffled. Zeran moaned for her, though, relishing her Queen’s talented tongue, and moving, grinding her lips against Phoebe’s face.
Part of her had to wonder where Phoebe had become such a good cunt-licker. The only women she’d been especially close to before now would’ve been her sisters, and as much as Zeran had to admit enjoying the image, she was fairly sure it was only recently Phoebe had considered playing with them.
“I’m gonna cum,” Zeran said, low. She looked straight down at Phoebe, ignoring Piper; “I’m gonna- more, please, more.”
She didn’t know when she’d been reduced to pleading, but at that point she didn’t care. She cared only about thrusting against Phoebe’s face, and the feel of her tongue, the eager tasting, the caress-
She screamed, and as her back arched, she found herself meeting Piper’s eyes. A smile: look at what your sister can do.
Out of breath, if not completely satisfied, Zeran moved back. Phoebe still lay on her back, propping herself up briefly on her elbows and fore-arms.
“Fancy anal, now?” she said, utterly unconcerned with the wetness smearing her face.
A blink. Zeran didn’t even need to speak; the way her expression lit up at the thought of fucking her Queen’s ass was enough. Chuckling, Phoebe idly twitched a finger, creating a black-plastic strap-on around the demon’s waist.
It might have been ten inches, and decently thick, to the naked eye. Most of that was an illusion, for Piper’s benefit; it was closer to eight inches and, while not absurdly thin, only as thick as Phoebe knew she could handle.
“You like this?” Phoebe said, leaning back again as Zeran positioned the toy. “Think I can take all of that? Do you-”
Lust overtook wanting to hear Phoebe, and Zeran pushed inside. She barely waited, knowing Phoebe could take it: in moments, every inch of the toy had slid into her ass.
Phoebe gasped, and whimpered as Zeran slowly pulled back. Even then, though, she didn’t take her eyes from Piper.
“This is going to make me scream,” she said, breathless. “You like that, Piper? This is going to make me scream like a whore, a demon fucking my ass in front of you. Ever think you’d see this? Ever imagine seeing this? Did you ever think of me while you fucked yourself, ever think of seeing how much of a slut I could be?”
Another cry, as Zeran slapped Phoebe, an instant before again sliding the strap-on inside. Even having just cum, she had more than enough stamina to fuck again, and fuck hard.
From Piper’s angle, it was a little harder to see where her sister was being fucked. Every few seconds, however, Zeran lifted Phoebe up by her hips, and she could catch a glimpse of her sister’s cunt: and how the strap-on moved into her, just below that.
“Fuck me,” Phoebe half-moaned, half-begged. Even if she was speaking to Zeran, she never looked away from Piper. “Treat me like a dirty little whore, fuck my ass, fuck my tight little ass. Fuck! Harder, please. Use my ass, use every hole in my body. I’m a filthy slut, treat me like it, please- please, harder!”
And Zeran was glad to oblige, slapping with her hand, before the sound of her hips striking Phoebe’s sounded, and Phoebe cried out.
She pushed back with her hips, greeting every thrust of the demon’s with a push of her own, half-amazed by how deep she could take the plastic, and overwhelmed by the sensations it was sending through her.
“More, please, treat me like a slut,” Phoebe said, again, whimpering. “I’m- fuck, I’m going to cum from your cock in my ass. Your plastic cock in my ass is going to make me cum, and going to make me scream. What kind of whore am I, that I can come from just that? I- I-”
Phoebe screamed, and shook, Zeran never once slowly as she fucked her Queen’s ass. As she came, Phoebe kept watching her sister, kept imagining her in place of the demon. The thought alone sent yet more shivers through her.
“Please, Piper,” a tired gasp of her sister’s name, as she kept shaking, her legs wrapping around Zeran’s hips; holding the demon inside her as she rode it out.
Piper stared, unable to do anything else. Guiltily pressing her legs together, unable to deny the effect the unthinkably erotic sights and sounds had produced, but refusing to act on them.
Some time later, Phoebe moved: pushed herself off the demon, and got to her feet, quickly altering herself so that she could stand easily. The instant she reached her feet, Zeran stepped back, instinctively realizing the Source’s time of submission was over.
Still, Phoebe smiled, thanking her for her service.
“Nice,” Phoebe said, appreciatively. As she dressed both herself and the demon with a thought, she twitched her fingers: sent another, intense orgasm through Zeran. The demon fell to her knees, gasping in ecstasy.
“Told you this was fun,” she said, to Piper. A smile; a wink, before she moved to leave. After a minute or so, the pleasure began to fade from Zeran and she too departed.
Piper sat alone, letting her hands become fists, promising herself she wouldn’t act on her arousal. She wouldn’t.
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