Erin decided to dress in a harem girl outfit for Halloween. Aladdin had always been one of her favorite Disney movies growing up, and she’d seen the live action version recently enough to stir something in her.

The outfit top (little more than a bra) was light purple. It went pretty well with her pale skin and blonde hair. She found a flimsy, almost translucent cardigan in a similar shade of purple to go with it. The baggy pants ended up being white, because it was the closest she could get to what she was looking for. The veil was a purple bandana. Erin thought about adding a cowgirl hat to make herself an old west harem girl, but decided not to go quite that far. A set of cheap plastic bracelets and jewels completed the costume.

Pretty cheap looking, all things considered, but it was fun to throw together between shifts.

If only the night had gone better.

The first party was okay. Not amazing or terrible. Mildly fun and a little boring. Erin met up with a friend of hers, Clara, who came in a store bought school girl costume. Her younger brother Paul had tagged along too, wearing a snake man costume he seemed to have designed himself.

They had a couple of drinks, flirted a bit. But nothing exciting really happened.

At least not until they met ‘Frankie.’

By now Erin was positive that wasn’t actually her name, but it hardly mattered anymore.

Frankie had come up to Paul first, flirting with him aggressively enough that even a relatively naive 20 year old like him could notice. His sister had stepped in to keep him from putting his foot in his mouth, or possibly to make sure he didn’t get taken advantage of, and before long all four of them were chatting away and laughing.

She was probably in her late twenties. Short dark hair, looked very fit. Her own nurse costume showed off her very toned arms and legs while hugging her body well. Twenty minutes into the conversation, after snapping pictures of them in their costumes, Frankie invited the three of them to a different party.

“It doesn’t start for another hour or so,” she told them. “Some friends of mine are putting it on. We’re all going out to invite people right now. You guys want to come?”

A smitten Paul couldn’t say yes fast enough. And since his sister and Erin weren’t hitting it off with anyone else, they figured sure, why not? They weren’t drunk enough to get caught off guard, they were sticking together, and Paul was sober. That was the whole reason he was along, to be the designated diver.

What was the worst that could happen?

Apparently ‘get kidnapped into bondage slavery,’ was the answer to that question.

They were jumped immediately after they walked into the warehouse Frankie led them to. It was lit up and playing loud music. It sounded like a party, so they didn’t question anything until it was too late and the three of them were being wrestled to the ground long enough for their attackers to bring out the sedatives.

The last thing Erin saw as she lost consciousness was Frankie kneeling over Paul, a happy smirk in her face.

The party had been a few days before Halloween, on the weekend. Erin woke up in some kind of vehicle, blindfolded and bound. Hogtied right and secure. She was fed, and could hear numerous gagged moans around her before she was sedated again.

Days passed more or less like that, until Erin finally found herself waking up for real, with clothes.

No, she realized when she could get a look at herself, in a new costume.

She was dressed up as a harem girl again,  only the new costume looked much better. It was a similar light purple color as her homemade effort, only this was made with very fine material. The sheer pants came with matching slippers, and her current bra was probably the nicest one she had ever worn in her life. Erin suddenly had a real veil, which she doubted would stop anyone from seeing the ballgag in her mouth, and those were real gold bracelets that glittered on her wrists.

But those bracelets were among shackles that bound her wrists together, attached to a chain that traveled all the way up to the top of the cage she was in. A cage. Erin was locked in an actual cage, too short for her to stand up in. She had to sit. Her ankles were similarly shackled.

Looking around, Erin saw other cages, with other women and some men. All bound and gagged. All in costumes.

Clara was on a few cages away, in the other side. Her school girl outfit was much sluttier. The blouse half the size of the first one, with Clara’s ample breasts staining for freedom. The miniskirt was shorter and tighter. Her socks had been replaced by stockings, her shoes by high heels. Her cage was different. There was enough room to stand, but not to sit.

Next to her was a cage even lower than that, horizontally long but without enough room to even sit. Not that it mattered, its occupant was tied up in a armless snake outfit that covered its entire body. Erin couldn’t see his face, but she knew immediately it was Paul.

That was when Erin noticed the pieces of paper attached to everyone’s cages. Each one had a picture, which from a distance Erin could vaguely recognize as the ones Frankie had taken. And next to each picture were lines of writing too far away to make out.

Guards milled about, taunting some prisoners. Erin had no idea how many cages there were, but everyone inside was in a costume. She even saw a few cosplay characters. Samus, some anime characters. Witches, ghosts, some sexy clowns.

Hours passed before the buyers came in. Nobody had told Erin anything, but she knew that’s what they were in an instant. She spent an unbearable time being inspected by men and women in very fine evening wear, looking over her picture and ogling her actual body viciously.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” came an announcement. “If you’ll proceed to the auction room, it will soon be time to begin bidding.”

Erin and Clara locked eyes from across the room as guards came to pull their cages aside.

The rest of the night passed in a blur for Erin. She saw Clara get taken to a stage she couldn’t see first, then waited seemingly forever for her turn to be brought up. She remembered almost nothing about her sale, just how she was dragged by the chains out of her cage and into a circle of lights so bright she couldn’t even see past them. Numbers were called out, and Erin couldn’t even hear them over the roar of blood in her ears.

Finally, Erin was sold. She didn’t hear for how much.

She was led backstage, and passed the next item for sale on the way. It was the snake, Paul.

There was no chance for her to do anything, as she was immediately led to a new area. To her surprise, she found Clara waiting there for her, along with another woman (dressed up as a sexy nun), and even a man (dressed as Goku, though Erin doubted Goku’s clothes were ever that tight). They were eventually joined by another man, who had probably lost a Halloween bet. His school girl costume matched Clara’s exactly, except for the difference in size.  

“These are all Tanaka’s buys, right?” Said the guard bringing up the male school girl.

“Yeah,” said another handler. “Probably to be new escorts. I bet these two will get paired together. Let the customers play teacher to a classroom of sluts.” He gave Clara a spank, and her resulting cry was lost among all the others.

Another half hour passed. Another woman was added, this one with dark skin and dressed as a ninja. The video game kind that only had a bra and little else on besides panties and a mask.

Finally, one last slave was brought over. The snake, Paul. Clara and Erin both made surprised noises at the sight of them, barely believing their speck of good fortune at having been all sold together.

“Careful now,” came a voice. Erin turned around to see an Asian woman walk up. She was dressed in a suit more professional looking than most of the other buyers Erin could see in the background even now. “The rest are going to be working stock, but that one is mine alone.”

She stood over Paul, allowing herself a small smirk as she looked down at the young man she had apparently bought for herself. Then she turned to the rest of them, examining them with a critical eye.

After a moment, she nodded in satisfaction. And that was it. Once again, Erin and the others were dragged off and away. Their buyer didn’t even spare them a second glance as they were off to their new lives.