Paige Matthews was a social animal, and the Warlock was losing patience with her. The beautiful, young witch was very charismatic and popular so she always had company, no matter where she went. The Warlock would have taken her in her own home, but she had house guests staying for a week and those were always up at all hours.
He had enslaved Phoebe Halliwell, but she could only keep him company for a limited amount of time each day. Her sisters had lots of evil to vanquish and Phoebe could only get away at for a few hours at a time, lest she arouse their suspicions. Still, the pocket sized beauty was a great lay.
The Warlock's patience had officially run out and he prepped to take Paige from her own home, since her hipster guests had finally cleared out. Phoebe arrived and sat in his car. She was restless and distracted. The Warlock saw that she was fighting the possessing spirit for control. He would have to make her cum soon, it had been a whole day since the last time he did.
Paige exited her apartment building and the Warlock's patience evaporated. He sternly ordered Phoebe to follow his lead and left his car. Paige's car was parked just a few spaces away and she didn't hear anyone approach. The Warlock stunned her with his stun gun and caught her before she fell on the tarmac. Phoebe helped him put Paige in the trunk.
After a week of idling in place, he finally saw some action. His adrenaline was pumping, making him giddy with excitement. The drive home was interspersed with his maniacal giggling. Phoebe kept shooting him looks that varied from bemused to openly hostile.
Paige was soon stripped of all clothing and tied spread eagle on his bed. Phoebe refused to gag the girl, so the Warlock had to do it himself. He turned away from his captive, passing up the opportunity to admire her physique and focused on his unwilling slave. The spirit inside wanted to jump obediently at every one of his orders, but the mind's original occupant was starting to subtly influence her own body's behavior. Phoebe now looked and behaved like a petulant child.
"She is far stronger than I gave her credit," he thought. He stood directly in front of her and started to unbutton her shirt. With a finger, he lifted the chin of the girl who only came up to his chest. Phoebe stood still, but he could see the fight in her eyes. He swept her shirt off her shoulders. Her big breasts were spectacular, encased only in the thin cotton of her black bra.
He took her by the hand and led her to the armchair. He sat down and ordered her to strip for him. It was their nightly routine since he enslaved her. She would come over, do a striptease for him, then blow him before he fucked her. Her face started to twitch into an expression of disgust for just an instant, but the Warlock noticed and reveled in it. He enjoyed his obedient slave.
He enjoyed his semi-obedient slave even more.
Phoebe started to sway her hips from left to right, bending her knees up and down. Her hands were busy getting rid of her shirt, giving him a perfect view of her cleavage. When the shirt was finally gone, she turned her back to him and stood still, for just a moment, before her hands started to sweep up and down her sides. He adjusted his erection in his lap.
Phoebe reached down and unbuttoned her leather pants. She slowly peeled the skin tight pants off her hips. As she bent over and began to roll them down her legs, her ass swayed side to side right in the Warlock's face. His eyes were glued to the place where her thong disappeared between her ass cheeks. He could barely hold back from grabbing her globes right then. He opened his zipper and let his erection out.
Phoebe straightened her legs and bent all the way over to step out of her shoes and pulled the pants over her feet. She stood up and stilled. He could see the reflection of her face in the window. There was turmoil and conflict in her features. He reached out and unsnapped her bra. Her hands twitched upwards to cover herself up, but ultimately stayed down. He stood up and swept the straps of her bra off her shoulders, his fingers stroking the soft skin there.
The girl stood still and let out a moan. He reached around and gripped her tits hard, enjoying her gasps. The feel of Phoebe's supple, firm breasts in his hands drove him beyond all limits of patience. He picked her up and set her down kneeling on the armchair. He bent her over slightly and ripped her thong down her thighs. The smooth pussy lips were plainly engorged and he paused for a split second to aim properly before he hilted himself inside the girl.
Phoebe let out a sharp scream and began moaning continuously as he started to piston in and out of her in an accelerating rhythm. He was fucking all the frustration of his week-long wait into her defenseless pussy. She leaned a bit more forward and braced against the armrests. Her tits were swaying wildly to and fro in time with the slapping sounds of flesh against flesh. Her nipples began to drag against the back of the chair, sending electric shocks of pleasure across her body.
The Warlock changed his angle of penetration and slowed to properly bottom out in the girl on each stroke. The fire in his belly was too strong for him to hold out and, before long, he came with a groan of release. He leaned into Phoebe and her breasts were mashed into the back of the chair almost to the point of pain. The feeling of his hot seed inside her womb made Phoebe cum as well. She let out a series of shrieks in time with her convulsions of ecstasy.
They stayed that way for a while, just catching their breaths and enjoying the afterglow of an orgasm. Phoebe tried to mold her supple body into the Warlock. Despite the fact that her buttocks felt wonderful against his groin, he pushed away from her. There was work to be done.
"Where is the sexual endurance potion?" he asked Phoebe and slapped her buttock.
Phoebe let out a squeal. "It's in a vial in my front pocket," she said, pointing to her discarded pants. He retrieved it and gulped it down.
