The Party Girl

Stacy walked up the drive way to the modest suburban house escorted by the young police officer that had given her a ride home. She thought Steve was a decent enough guy when he wasn't trying to convince her she should enroll at the academy, she had zero desire to become a cop even if these sting operations were a lot of fun. No, she'd much rather be free to enjoy partying until dawn. Besides university had been dull enough even with the bar scene and frat row, she would die of boredom at police academy.

At the door Steve tipped his hat to her and handed over a hefty envelope full of money. The old geezer from last night had been worth a fortune and more than willing to part with a big pile of dosh to avoid a scandal. She blew Steve a kiss as he walked back to his patrol car and went inside.

The house sounded empty this morning, mom must be off to work already. She didn't need to work, dad had left the family a small fortune, but she was almost as bad a workaholic as her older sister. Stacy took the opportunity to grin into the tall mirror set to the side of the house's small entry hall. With her long bright pink hair drawn up into elaborate pigtails and with her modest breasts strapped down under the lacy frills of her short black dress she could easily pass for at least half her age, and did time and time again. You'd think the heavy makeup would spoil the effect, but the black lipstick just emphasized her pouty lips and the mascara made her eyes look bigger.

It was so much easier working with the handful of cops she new now than back when she was stalking her prey on her own even if she did have to split the bribe money with them. Probably safer too but she'd never been in a situation her girls couldn't handle, most of these **** creeps folded like wet cardboard when confronted.

With a sigh she made her way to the stairs to head up to her room to change. While she loved her Gothic Lolita dresses, imported directly from Japan of course, she couldn't imagine what kind of freak would wear them around the house. Besides the straps holding her girls to her thighs would start to chafe if she kept them on too long.

Entering the private sanctum of her room she could relax, sure her mother hadn't been home this morning but this was still her refuge from the endless barrage of "When are you going to do something with your life?" and "Why can't you be more like your sisters?" Everything was of course black and lacy throughout her room, not just because she loved the esthetic but because it drove her mom crazy. Sure she had more than enough money put away at this point to move out and buy a house of her own but then she'd have to do housework. She shuddered in horror at the thought of domestic servitude.

Opening her closet she looked for one of the long black shirts she had stolen from her beanpole of a sister, she never wore then anymore anyways. They had exposed her belly when she had them but on Stacy's own much shorter frame were perfectly decent to wear with just her black and white stripped tights on underneath. It was so unfair that Laura had won the genetic lottery while she ended up even shorter than mom. At least her and Tracy had avoided their mom's huge tits though, no amount of strapping would have hid those monsters.

She grabbed the first long T she found, her favorite, emblazoned with the simple statement "I'll stop wearing black when they invent something darker" damn right she thought. Spinning back from her closet she kept turning, spiraling down into darkness.

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The growing circle of women waited silently for the next person to join them. Laura however instead of watching the path like most of the rest was glaring daggers at their tall host thinking she knew very well who the next contestant was going to be and was not happy about it. Tracy had noticed Anna and after high fiving her sisters ex who she hadn't seen since the older girls were still in high school and complemented her on her studded black biker jacket before the sound of heels clicking on stone drew her eye. Oh fuck she thought, here comes my bitter half.

Indeed the short pink haired girl was fast approaching her left arm rigidly forward being pulled by her bracelet while she flailed around with the other holding a black t-shirt of all things.

"Which one of you is responsible for this outrage?!" She cried finally coming to a stop, no longer compelled to move forward. "Well? Tracy?! Is this your idea of a prank?"

"Oh no, you want to address your complaints to the tall drink of water being glared at by our sister." Tracy couldn't wait to see this or keep the manic grin off of her face.

"Laura? You've been kidnapped too?" Stacy glanced at her older sister sitting in a chair very much different than the others like some kind of throne while she stalked up to the woman Tracy had pointed out not at all intimidated by her great height. Okay maybe a little intimidated, she thought to herself realizing the freak was nearly twice as tall as her.

"Welcome to Harem Hotel. Why don't you take a seat and introduce yourself?" Shar greeted the obviously pissed off young woman.

"No, I don't think I will." Stacy retorted dropping the shirt and slipping her hands through two cleverly hidden slits in her dress. "I think you've made a grave mistake." And pulling two fairly large knives out lunged towards the host only a short step away but freezing halfway there as some kind of barrier sprung up in front of her.

While most of the women reacted in shock to the sudden **** then confusion by it's conclusion Shar hadn't budged and Tracy nearly fell off of her chair laughing at her twin's plight.

"What's that?" Laura finally asked their host gesturing to the large translucent rectangle that hovered before her apparently frozen sister.

"Getting ahead of ourselves yet again but as their is only one contestant left one of you can explain it to her later." Shar said shaking her head. "Now being that this is the Haunted Castle Edition" she paused for a second but nothing happened "to be on theme there are of course traps and treasures. Stacy here just activated a Trap Card, some of which are set off by actions while most are by proximity."

"So she's frozen by a trap? For attacking you?"

"Oh no. The trap isn't holding her in stasis, I am. I wanted to give you all an explanation before it goes off. Now if you'll let me continue, a Trap Card might be under a chair and go off when you sit on it or be tied to a room and be set off when it's entered. Treasure Cards are similarly hidden but won't be activated until picked up."

"But what do they do if not freeze people?" Asked Gabriella fascinated by yet another example of magic trying to puzzle out it's rules. Mathematics ruled science, it had to have applications here as well if she could get a handle on it.

"Good question Prof. Traps and Treasures can have a wide variety of effects, some minor some permanent and some that can indeed freeze you in place for a time depending. This particular Trap Card reads as thus. Attacking the Host with a weapon will cause it to transform into a sex toy which the attacker will then be **** to use upon themself. Quite a mild warning really, no sense traumatizing everyone so early into the show, yes?"

"But we'll have to worry about these things wherever we go here? That's ludicrous!" Laura exclaimed.

"Oh no" Shar shook her head "There are no traps in the public areas. Your rooms, the dining area, the shops, and such are completely safe. From the proximity traps anyways." She gestured again to the frozen girl. "You'll only find Trap Cards exploring outside the safe areas."

"Why the fuck would we do that then? This place is enough of a trap as it is." Carla asked, forgetting her attempts to not bring attention to herself.

"Because that is where the Treasure Cards are." Shar explained. "Some of which are extremely powerful. As for the action activated Trap Cards, well... try not to do anything stupid." She gave them another smile still not showing teeth. "Oh yes I should mention the master is of course immune to both types of cards, you won't even see them normally. Now before you can bury me in any more questions before our final guest arrives let us see how Stacy enjoys her prize."

The short pinkette blinked no longer frozen but still stopped mid lunge and realized instead of her beloved daggers she was now holding two large pink dildos "What the hell?" She said confused, then louder "What the hell!" as she slipped them under her dress against her control then struggling to stop herself inserted one into each of her orifices with a high pitched grunt. "What did you do to me you freak?!" Stacy gasped out.

"Not half of what you clearly deserve but I am the soul of mercy and discretion. Now go sit down and introduce yourself then be quiet."

With a gesture from Shar Stacy marched over to the next to last seat against her will then sat down eliciting a pained squeal from the girl before in a monotone she stated "My name is Anastasia Black. I'm 21 years old and extort men for money, I am straight, four ten and a B cup. The master is my older sister." She then glared about shifting uncomfortably on her seat with her jaw clenched shut.

"A B cup?" Anna asked, looking at the discrepancy between the twins one of which definitely did not look the size she claimed.

"She straps them down." Tracy revealed getting back up from the ground where she had fallen laughing even harder than before at her sisters predicament. "Why she want's to look like a creepy little kid is beyond me."

"Says the reject from the wasteland." Anna playfully kidded the smiling girl sitting next to her.

"Ladies, if you will. Our last contestant." Shar waved an arm back down the path while she muttered under her breath "Possibly..."