The Charmed Ones by firstname.lastname@example.org $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ $ THIS IS A PURELY FICTIONAL STORY WHICH DEPICTS EXTREME, $ NON-CONSENSUAL VIOLENCE. IF YOU ARE NOT AN ADULT, OR $ IF SUCH MATERIAL OFFENDS YOU, DO NOT READ THIS STORY! $ I DO NOT CONDONE THE ACTIVITY DESCRIBED, EXCEPT AS FASTASY. $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$
The Charmed Ones by email@example.com $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ $ THIS IS A PURELY FICTIONAL STORY WHICH DEPICTS EXTREME, $ NON-CONSENSUAL VIOLENCE. IF YOU ARE NOT AN ADULT, OR $ IF SUCH MATERIAL OFFENDS YOU, DO NOT READ THIS STORY! $ I DO NOT CONDONE THE ACTIVITY DESCRIBED, EXCEPT AS FASTASY. $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ The Charmed Ones - Part 1. Phoebe bolted from the couch screaming. She had just had the most horrific premonition involving all three sisters. She had no idea how far into the future she had seen, so she needed to warn Prue and Piper as soon as possible. She raced for the phone quickly dialing Pure's mobile. "Come on Prue, answer" she muttered while waiting for her sister. Suddenly there was load crashing sound, like glass breaking, and the room began to full with smoke. Then there was another crashing sound as who knows how many men smashed their way through the front door. Phoebe dropped the phone and tried to run, but it was too late, the smoke had filled her lung. She was coughing and could hardly see, tears running down her face. The men, wearing gas masks, were on her in no time, forcing her to the ground, quickly cuffing her hands and putting a bag over her head. The base of the bag was drawn tight around her neck. Phoebe was now completely blind and restrained, not that she could see much anyway with tear gas making her eyes hurt like hell. "Suspect secure. Search the rest of the house." yelled someone. Phoebe was face down on the floor with what felt like someone's knee in her back. She couldn't move. "The house is clear." another voice yelled. "Ok, knock her out and lets get her downtown." Phoebe felt a sharp pain in her upper right arm. "Captain !" "Yes Sanders" "The phone, it's off the hook. It appears she was trying to call someone." "Have the call traced." "Yes captain." "Ok men lets go." shouted the captain. Phoebe felt hands around her upper arms, lifting her to her feet. She was suddenly overcome with dizziness and .... ================================================================== Phoebe awoke in a small featureless cell with concrete block walls and a thick steel door. She was still a bit disorientated, but knew from the look of the cell and the smell of new paint that she was in the new downtown prison complex built especially for holding witches. Apparently a witches powers were rendered useless within the complex. As Phoebe had no active power she had no way of testing this. As the drug that had knocked her out wore off, Phoebe began to focus more the horror of her situation. The complex had been specifically built for the interrogation and punishment of witches. She had heard frightening stories about what went on in this place and she was not looking forward to finding out if they were true. At least Prue and Piper would be all right, as the three sisters had split up two years ago when the witch hunts had started. Phoebe had kept the Halliwell name, but Prue and Piper had changed theirs and Daryl had updated the central computer records to remove all traces of Prue and Piper Halliwell. She hadn't seen or even talked to her sisters during the last two years and she was fairly sure they wouldn't have talked to each other, the risks were to high. All she had was a phone number for each of them, which she had memorized. "Shit the phone call to Prue" she thought. "I wonder if they were able to trace it. I hope not." ================================================================== Phoebe sat in the cell for what must have been two hours when she heard a noise outside. "Finally" she thought "I'm dying for a piss." The door burst open and a guard walked in. "Come with me." "Where are you taking me. I need to go the the toilet. I've been in this cell for hours." "Shut up and follow me" he said loudly, making it perfectly clear that he wasn't going to take any agro. Phoebe decided against arguing and followed the guard out of the cell. As they started down the corridor a second guard followed behind them. They proceeded to the end of the corridor and through a door. One of the guards stayed in the corridor, the other entered the small featureless room with Phoebe. This room could have been another cell, except it had another door on the opposite side. "Remove all your clothes" the guard ordered. "But ...." Phoebe began, but changed her mind when she saw the guard tapping his batten with his fingers. She slowly remove her heels and then slipped the straps of her lavender dress off her shoulders. The dress fell away revealing her firm young breasts and her slim well toned waist. She wasn't wearing a bra, she didn't need one, her breast although not small, were perfectly capable of holding themselves up. All that was left now was her panties. She slipped her thumbs under the straps of the panties and lower them down to her ankles. She stepped away from the clothes, holding her right arm across her breasts and her left hand over her pussy. She had nothing to be ashamed of, quite the opposite, her young tanned body was a thing of beauty. "Through there" the guard ordered pointing at the other door. Phoebe opened the door and entered a larger room. There was a guard on either side of the door and they quickly took her by the arms and marched her to the center of the room. There were short chains attached to the floor and longer ones hanging from the roof and the guards fastened these to Phoebe's wrists and ankles. She now stood naked, her feet about three foot apart and her arms about the same. The chains around her ankles were quite tight, but the ones on her wrist had no tension on them and allowed her to bend her arms. From this position Phoebe see half the room. Directly to her right was the door she had entered through, the two guards were standing on either side of it again. Along the right wall were a number of mobile trolleys with an assortment of equipment that she didn't recognize. What was in front of her she did recognize. It was a low long table with leather restraints at each end. Phoebe had done plenty of reading on witchcraft and the fate of various witches throughout history and she recognized a rack when she saw one. She also knew what the rack was capable of doing to a female body and was glade she wasn't strapped to it. To her left was a man sitting at what looked like a normal office desk talking on the phone. He had his back to her and she couldn't hear what he was saying. She wasn't even sure if he knew she was in the room. At that moment she heard the door open and turn to see Prue, as naked as she was. "Oh no" Phoebe thought as tears began to well up in her eyes "they must have traced my call. What have I done?" Prue showed no emotion as the guards took her arms and moved towards the rack. She was the oldest and didn't want to show any sign of weakness. She gave Phoebe no more than a quick glance, not wanting to let on that they knew each other. Prue was slimmer than Phoebe, but her breasts were as large, if not quite as high and firm on her chest as her younger sisters. The guards quickly shackled Prue's ankles and wrists onto the rack. Her ankles and wrists were about two foot apart, but there was on tension on them yet. The guards moved back to the door. Just then the man at the desk hung up the phone, got up and walked over to the two naked helpless women. "My name is Doctor Simmons and I'll be interrogating you today. I need two things from you. One, I need you to confess that you are witches and two, I need you to tell me what powers you have. What you have probably already discovered, if you are indeed witches, is that your powers have been rendered useless while you are within this complex. What you may or may not know is that the law only allows us to keep you here for 24 hours without being charged, so I think we had better get started." "Now" he said turning to Prue "I believe your name is Prue Spencer. Do you anything to confess ?" "Go to hell you bastard" Prue spat. "I see, I'll take that as a no then" he said turning to Phoebe "and you, Phoebe Halliwell, do you have anything to confess ?" "No, please we haven't done anything wrong" begged Phoebe. "We ? So you do know each other then. I was fairly sure you did, but it's always good to get confirmation" Both girls realized then that they were going to have to be very careful about what they said, if not for their sakes, then for Piper's. "Ok, anything else ? Either of you ?" "I need to go to the toilet." "That might work in one of your college classes Phoebe, but it won't work here." the doc said, walking off behind Phoebe and returning a few seconds later with a bucket which he place between her legs. He then removed what looked like a remote control from his pocket and pressed one of the buttons. There was a quiet hum and Phoebe felt her arms rising. The chains tighten, drawing her up onto her toes, at which point her ankle chains stopped her going any higher. Her wrist chains continued to tighten and she winced as her body was draw taut and the wrists and ankle chains started biting into her skin. The doc took his finger off the button and the hum stopped. Phoebe was uncomfortable, but not in to much pain. The purpose of this had been to immobilize her and it had worked, the only thing she could move was her head. The doc pressed another button and there was another hum, this time from Prue's rack. The rack itself was getting longer and quickly took up the slack in Prue's body. The leather didn't bite into her as much as Phoebe's chains did, but the tension was increasing beyond what Phoebe was subjected too. Prue's lower back lifting from the table as the tension forced her back to arch. She winced as the tension increased. Again the doc took his finger off the button before any real pain had been administered. "Ok, last chance. If you confess now you'll save yourselves a lot of pain" Phoebe shook her head and Prue just stared straight up at the roof. "Ok" he said pressing Prue's rack button. Phoebe heard the hum of the rack and thanked her lucky stars it wasn't her chains that were being tightened. Although she could hear the rack humming, she couldn't see it getting any longer. The doc was obviously using a slow setting. Prue however felt even the slightest movement as the tension increased. The leather bindings were now starting to bite and Prue grit her teeth as the pain started to flow from all her joints. Phoebe could see the pain in her sisters face and saw blood trickling from her wrists and ankles where the leather was now cutting into the flesh. "oooooooohhhhhhhhhh please make it stop" Prue whimpered slowly rolling her head from side to side. "You admit you're a witch ?" "No, please I can't. Make it stop" her stretched body now in considerable pain. The rack continued to lengthen and Pure's body could do nothing but lengthen with it. The pain was now becoming overwhelming and Prue tilted her head back opened her mouth and "AAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" she screamed as her body found the only release it had available. Her shoulders felt like her arms were being ripped from her body and all her tendons and mussels were screaming for release. The doc removed his finger from the button, content to let Prue suffer at this level of pain he moved on to his other victim. "AAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" Prue screams continued as the agony raged throughout her body. She was sure she couldn't take anymore of this. Tears flowed down Phoebe's face she watched her sisters tortured body screaming in agony on the table in front of her. Prue's figure looked slimmer than ever, her skin, now covered in sweat, pulled tightly over her skeletal structure. In some ways Prue had never looked better, but her suffering screams told Phoebe that her sister was enduring considerable pain. Suddenly Phoebe's attention shifted from her sister as the doc stood in front of her. He had wheeled one the trolleys over and held in his hand what looked like a curling iron, only the end was steel and smooth, about 6 inches long. Phoebe didn't know what to expect as he moved the thing towards her right thigh, but as it drew near she could feel the heat radiating from it. "AAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" she screamed as the hot iron touched the soft flesh of her thigh. The end of the iron burning into her, her whole leg felt like it was on fire. The doc pulled back and waited for the screaming to die down. "aaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" Phoebe continued as the pain refused to subside even though the iron had been removed. The doc had only held it on her for 2 seconds, but to Phoebe it felt like an eternity. "AAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" she screamed again as he pressed the iron into her other thigh. The blinding pain joining with the pain in her other leg. She never realized anything could hurt this much, but knew this was only the beginning. As soon as Phoebe's screams started to fade the doc found another supple piece of flesh to burn. "AAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" came renewed screams. This time the doc had stuck the iron in her belly button. Each new burn was adding to the agony of the previous burns. "AAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" she howled throwing her head back as the doc targeted her right armpit. The pain more than she could stand, her mind struggling to cope with the inputs it was receiving. "aaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwhhhhhhhhhhhhhh please stop" she pleaded. "Not yet" said the doc, pushing the iron into Phoebe's left armpit. "AAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" as she screamed she could smell her own flesh burning. The doc then turned back to Prue, whose screaming had died down. She lay there, her breathing a little strained, her body still in considerable pain, she was whimpering softly. Her sisters screams still echoing in her ears. The doc lent in close. "You have something you want to tell me ?" "No" Prue said weakly. "AAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" Prue screamed as the rack started moving again. Her whole body felt like it was on fire, she could believe the agony she was enduring. "AAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" she continued, thinking her arms would be pulled from their sockets at any moment. But the doc knew what he was doing and stopped the rack just before Prue's body was about to break. Her screaming, of course, continued. "Ok Phoebe, you are a witch, yes ?" the doc asked turning to Phoebe, her body now glistening with sweat. "No, please don't hurt me anymore" The doc wheeled the trolley around behind Phoebe. End of Part 1.
The Charmed Ones - Part 2. She couldn't see what he was doing, but knew what was coming. "AAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" her screams joining Prue's as the doc ran the iron from her left shoulder blade down to the small of her back. The pain blasting through her as the flesh on her back burned. The agony was worse than earlier burns, as more of her flesh been scorched. "AAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" her screams continued as the doc went from the right shoulder blade down to same spot on the small of her back and held it there. This time it was more pain than she could stand. "AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" Phoebe fell silent as the pain drove her to unconsciousness. At the same time losing control of her bladder and filling the bucket between her legs with warm piss. Prue's screaming had stopped, but not from lack of pain, but rather from the fact that she had screamed herself horse or was it that she was just to weak to scream anymore. The doc could see she would be confessing soon. In the meantime he pulled some smelling salts from one of his pockets and place it under Phoebe's nose. "aaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" Phoebe moaned weakly as she came around. "Shall we continue or do you have something to tell me ?" "No I can't take anymore. I'm a witch" "Very good, and what powers do you have ?" "I have premonitions" "Excellent, now that wasn't so hard was it ? Any other powers ?" "No" "What, no active powers, you're not much of witch then. Still a witch is a witch and you'll have your day in court. Now tell me about your friend here. Is she a witch ?" "No, my sis... she's not a witch" "Sis ? Sister ? The records don't show any sisters ?" "No please she's not my sister" begged Phoebe. "I think we had better do some more checking on you two." "No, please I gave you what you wanted." The doc ignored her, went to the desk and picked up the phone. Phoebe, still in considerable pain, cried as she contemplated what she had done. Not only had she condemed herself, but she had probably condemned her sisters as well. After about five minutes the doc returned. "That checks going to take a while. Lets see how Prue's doing" Prue lay there sweating profusely, her body still at breaking point. The doc moved in close "Your sister has confessed everything" the doc whispered "There's no point in holding out now. Your sisters confession is enough to condemn the both of you. So tell my what powers do you have ?" Prue, realizing that all hope was lost and just wanting the pain to stop, confessed. "I'm a witch and I can move things with my mind. Please loosen..." "Not just yet. Do you have any other power ?" " I can astral project." "That's quite impressive. I bet you wish you could do that now ?" "Please loosen the rack." Prue begged. At that moment the phone rang. The doc quickly moved to answer it, leaving Prue to continue suffering. A few minutes later the doc returned. "Looks like this is my lucky day. Who would have thought that I would get to interrogate the famous charmed ones. This is indeed a great day in the campaign against witches." the doc said with a smile on his face. Both Prue and Phoebe's hearts sank as things just kept going from bad to worse. "Now I need two more pieces of information. One, I need to know who changed the records to remove all traces of Prue and Piper and two, I need to know how to find Piper." The doc turned to Phoebe "Will you tell me what I want to know ?" "No" Phoebe said shacking her head. "And how about you Prue, will you tell me ?" "No, never" Both sisters, while ready to confess their own sins, were not about to give up Daryl and Piper. "Brave words." the doc said walking over to the trolleys "Since stretching you any further would probably kill you before you talked, I think some new stimulation is called for" The doc wheeled one of the trolleys across to Prue. What he held in his hand looked very similar to the iron that he had used on Phoebe, except this one had two prongs about an inch apart sticking out the end. The doc turned a dial and flicked a switch. There was a quiet hum. He then approached Prue with the prod. "AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" Prue's world exploded as the electric current surged through her. She through her head back and screamed. Somehow her ability to scream had returned. "AAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" her screaming continued as the doc ran the prod up her right leg, over her hip, across her abdomen, along her lower rib, up her side to her armpit and finally along her right arm. He took almost two minutes to cover this ground and Prue screamed wildly the whole time as the current blazed it's way through her body and into her brain. Her sweat covered skin the perfect conduit for the prod. The pain of the stretching was nothing compared to this new agony or was the fact that she was stretched that made the shocks so agonizing. The electric current forcing her fully stretched and strained mussels to try and contract, a task that wasn't possible without tearing the mussel and tendon from the bone. Somehow Prue had remained conscious, she wished she hadn't, as the doc moved to her left side. "AAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" she screamed as he ran the prod up her left side, taking his time, the same as he had done on her right side. The pain was so incredible, Prue's mind unable to cope. Her body convulsing as the current tore through her. "AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" This time it was too much and Prue lost consciousness just before the doc reached her left armpit. The doc went back to the trolley and turned off the prod, placing it on the trolley. He then turned to Phoebe who was basically in shock from what she had just witnessed. The doc picked up the iron, which was still behind Phoebe. "AAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" Phoebe screamed as the iron burned it's way down the back of her left thigh, stopping at the back of the knee. He didn't wait for the screaming to stop before moving on to her right thigh. "AAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" Phoebe knew she couldn't take much more of this, but she was determined to protect Piper. The doc then wheeled the trolley back around to the front of Phoebe. She watched as the iron approached her left nipple. She could feel the heat radiating from it before it even touched her. "God please no AAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" The pain more intense than anything she could of imagined. Smoke rising from her nipple as the iron burned this most sensitive part of her body. The pain blazing through her whole breast and into her chest. She felt her breast would burst into flames at any moment. How was it possible that she could still be conscious, but she was. "AAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" renewed screaming as the doc moved on to her right nipple. Phoebe was taken to a new level of pain as the doc held the iron firmly on her breast, twisting and pushing it on and around the nipple. This was more than any woman could take and Phoebe finally got her release. "AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" as she faded into unconsciousness. The doc put down the iron and turned back to Prue who was still out cold. He picked up the bucket which contained Phoebe's piss and through it over Prue, make sure that most of it landed on her face. This had the desired effect of bring Prue back to consciousness, as she tried to spit the piss from her mouth. "That should help the conductivity" the doc said picking up and turning on the prod once again. "Tell me who changed the records" he demanded. Prue just shook her head. "AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" Prue howled like never before as the prod was applied to her right nipple, the current arching through her tender flesh. Like Phoebe's breast torture, this took Prue to new levels of agony that she never imagined could exist. The doc moved between the right and left nipples, causing Prue's body to twitch and convulse as the electric current tore through her. "AAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" Prue's howling continued. The doc switching nipples every couple of seconds. Like Phoebe, Prue thought her breasts were about to burst into to flames as every nerve ending sent agonizing pain signals back to her brain, a brain that could no longer cope. After about a dozen switches the overwhelming pain drove Prue to unconsciousness. The doc took a break while both women were out cold. He returned about half an hour later to find that both women were still unconscious. He pulled out the smelling salts placing them under Phoebe's nose. She regained consciousness to find the her nightmare was still continuing. The doc picked up the iron and gave Phoebe a couple of minutes to orientate herself. He held the iron just below Phoebe's pussy making sure she could feel the heat. "No please, not there, please" "Tell me who altered the records" Phoebe hesitated and the doc moved the iron a little closer. "Daryl. Daryl Morris. He's an inspector for the police department" "Good, now where's your sister ?" "No please I can't AAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" Phoebe's scream no longer sounding human as the doc plunged the iron into her most private area. Smoke rising from between her legs, Phoebe now wished she had given up Piper's whereabouts. She wished she would just die, for this was the worst agony yet, words alone could not describe the agony she was enduring as her womanhood was burned away. The pain seemed to have no limits and was never ending, but again unconsciousness finally and thankfully took her. The doc withdrew the iron and checked Phoebe's pulse. "Good she's still alive" he thought. He put the iron down and picked up the prod again. Prue was conscious again and had heard her sisters final scream, if you could call it that. As the doc approached her pussy with the prod Prue begged. "Please don't, just kill me, anything but that" "Tell me where Piper is" "No please don't" The doc pushed the prod into Prue's pussy and Prue braced herself, but nothing. The doc hadn't turned the prod on, he just positioned it. His hand now rested on the switch. "Tell me where Piper is" Prue could feel one of the prongs pressing against her clitoris and gave in. "I'll tell you, please don't hurt me anymore" "Where is she ?" Prue gave the doc Piper's phone number false name. He then withdrew the prod, used the remotes to loosen Phoebe's chains and retract Prue's rack. The guards then took both women back to their respective cells. ===================================================================== A week later the three sisters stood in the dock waiting for the judge to pass sentence. Prue had to be held up as she wasn't capable of standing on her own. Phoebe could stand, but was unable to walk. Piper was fine as she had chosen to admit she was was a witch before the torture began. It hadn't been a hard choice as she had seen the video of her sisters confession. There was no way she wanted to go through that sort of ordeal. "PRUE HALLIWELL. YOU HAVE BEEN FOUND GUILTY OF BEING A WITCH. YOU ARE HERE BY SENTENCED TO HAVE YOUR POWER DISABLED AND THEN SPEND THE REST OF YOUR LIFE IN PRISON." "PIPER HALLIWELL. YOU HAVE BEEN FOUND GUILTY OF BEING A WITCH. YOU ARE HERE BY SENTENCED TO HAVE YOUR POWER DISABLED AND THEN SPEND THE REST OF YOUR LIFE IN PRISON." "PHOEBE HALLIWELL. YOU HAVE BEEN FOUND GUILTY OF BEING A WITCH. YOU ARE HERE BY SENTENCED TO HAVE YOUR POWER DISABLED AND THEN SPEND THE REST OF YOUR LIFE IN PRISON." "THE DISABLING OF THE POWERS SHALL COMMENCE IMMEDIATELY. TAKE THEM AWAY." Guards grabbed all three sisters and marched them out of the court. "What do they mean 'disabling our powers' ?" Piper asked. "How is that possible ?" asked Phoebe. "I don't know, but I think we're about to find out" answered Prue. They entered a room. There was a heavy wooden chairs on the left and right walls. On the far wall was what looked like a piece of gym equipment. Prue was taken to the chair on the left wall, her arms strapped to the armrests and her ankles strapped to the front legs of the chair. A strap around her chest and another around her waist ensured she couldn't move her body. Her head was then tilted right back until she was looking straight up at the ceiling and finally the last strap was put across her forehead to hold her head in place. Phoebe was taken to the other chair. Her ankles, chest and waist straps were the same as Prue's. Long steal arms were then extended from the wall behind her. The arms had thin nylon gloves on the ends and Phoebe's hands were placed in the gloves. Her wrists and arms were then strapped to the steal arms. The steal arms held Phoebe's arms out in front of her, her hands about two foot apart. Piper was taken to the device on the far wall. She stood with her back to the wall, her ankles and waist were strapped to hold her in place. They then wrapped long tight leather gloves around her arms. The gloves stopped just above the elbow. There were four wire cables exiting from each glove near Piper's hands and as these wires were pulled she could feel the leather gloves tightening. The wires ran off into the walls on either side of her, holding her arms out horizontally. Next they placed very heavy leather straps around her chest and tightened them so much that she could hardly breath. The guards then left the room. "What the hell are they doing to us ?" Piper asked. "I don't know, but it can't be any worse than what we've already been through" Prue replied. "Yes it can, this is what I saw in my premonition. God I'm not sure we'll survive this." said Phoebe. At that moment doc Simmons walked into the room. "Nice to see you again ladies." he said "I see you're ready for the first part of your sentence. I think we'll start with you Prue." The doc pulled a remote from his pocket and pressed a button. A small door in the ceiling above Prue's head opened up and something started descending. As it got closer Prue could see two red hot shafts, each about six inches long and a quarter inch in diameter. As they approached Prue's face the doc adjusted them so that they lined up with Prue's eyes. "To move things with your mind, you need to be able to see them." the doc said. "God no please don't do this." Prue begged. The doc pressed a button. "God noooooooo... AAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" Prue screamed as the shafts touched her eyes and her world went dark. The pain was immense as her eyes burst, smoke rising from her sockets. The fluid in her eyes boiling out onto her face. "AAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" her screaming and agony continued as the doc withdrew the shafts. This was worse than the stretching and shocks, she would have recovered from those, but this would be permanent. She would never see again. After a few minutes her screams died down to soft whimpers. Somehow she was still conscious and although she was going to see what was going to happen to her sisters, she was going to hear it. "Now I think Phoebe should be next" "Please no, I'll do anything" begged Phoebe and she would've too, after seeing her sister blinded for life. "There's nothing you can do" the doc said, opening a cupboard and wheeling out a stand with a red hot ball about a foot in diameter attached to it. He wheeled it over to Phoebe and lined the ball up between Phoebe's hands. He then pulled another remote from his pocket. She could feel the heat radiating from the ball. "You get your premonitions when you touch things." the doc said "I'm begging you, please have mercy, I'll never practice witchcraft again, please" The doc pressed a button and the steal arms holding Phoebe's arms started moving inwards. Phoebe struggled to resist the arms movement, but it was no use. She tried getting her hands free, but the gloves held her hands open. As her hands approached the ball the gloves melted freeing her hands, but it was to late, her hands were to close to the ball. "AAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" Phoebe howled as her hands touched the ball. The red hot sphere burning the flesh from her palms and then her fingers. The ball was electrified causing her mussels to contract, making her grip the ball. "AAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" her screams continued as her hands caught fire, the ball burning all the way to the bone, smoke and flame rising from what was once Phoebe's hands. The doc hit another button and phoebe's smoldering hands were pulled away from the ball. "AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" Phoebe faded into unconsciousness, smoke still rising from her charred hands. The doc then turned to Piper. "Two down, one to go" "You can go to hell you BASTARD!" "You stop time by waving your arms." the doc said "You're a fucking animal" "Such language" the doc said pulling a third remote from his pocket. He pressed a button and the wire cables started to withdrew into the walls. Piper wasn't about to give this bastard the satisfaction of hearing her beg. The cables were moving quite slowly, but soon the slack was taken up and Piper winced as the leather gloves tightened, cutting off the blood flow to her hands. This quickly became the least of her worries as her arms were stretched to their limit. The pain in her shoulders growing more and more intense as the ligaments tried to hold the joints together. "AAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" Piper screamed as her left shoulder dislocated, tearing the ligaments from the bone. The pain blasting into her. Before her brain had time to even begin to process this..." "AAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" as her right arm left it's shoulder behind. The pain equally blinding and relentless. How could this happening to me she thought. The agony continued as the machine drew her arms further away from her body. "AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" as the mussels and tendons began to tear away from the bone. The agony beyond anything she could have imagined, as her arms were slowly being ripped from her body. More mussel and tendon tearing continued until the only thing holding her arms to her body was the skin, which was now stretched to breaking point. "AAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" she howled as her left arm ripped off, blood spraying everywhere, pulsing out of the boneless stump that was once her arm. "AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" she faded as her right arm hit the floor in a pool of blood, after being ripping away from her body. Unconsciousness giving her an escape from the agony. The End.
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