Trinity Raven

Joel scowled as he kneeled down on all fours and stuck his ass up as high as it would go before transforming it into a barbecue grill.

"Lol, it's like you had that function built in knowing you'd lose," Iori snickered.

"IT WASN'T ME! Fucking gleeby deeby aliens kidnapped me and turned me into a grill cyborg!" Joel fumed.

"Well, time to cook up more squirrel," Sponge shrugged as he dumped some dubious meat patties and dogs on Joel's ass grill.

"NO! I DON'T SQUIRRELS GRILLED ON MY FUCKING ASS!"

Unable to resist the drama, Iori gleefully reached for her phone, but quickly went on guard as she sensed bloodlust behind her.

"No phones," Milkia snarled.

Iori slowly raised her hands, showing they were empty, before turning to face the person behind her with a demented and aroused smile on her face. There stood a bald woman rocking shades and a gag ball in addition to a denim jacket, turquoise tank top, black latex pants, and crimson platform sneakers.

"Well someone's a killer. I'd say 1,000 or so is your max, on the higher end, but nothing to get too aroused about."

"Mmph ngh!" the woman fumed.

"Oi, don't go trying to put the moves on my maid, Pitbullette," Milkia snarled.

"Hold up, she's your maid!?"

"Yes. And I can dress her up as I please. Want me to domesticate you too if you keep pissing me off?"

"Nope, Oki-kun's already marked me as his property," Iori giddily smiled.

"Tch, it's always him. Well get on with your business, but be warned you're close to getting kicked out."

"For wrecking scrubs?"

"And pissing me off!"

Iori shrugged and carried on her way, resuming her original mission of searching for Stanislava. As she ventured into a room full of curtained alcoves, she found herself confronted by two spray-tanned gyarus.

"Hey, like, wanna tan?" one asked.

"Would I!? If you can film n' post it online, then fuck yeah!" Iori grinned.

The two nodded and brought Iori into a back room before suddenly gagging her with a piece of cloth and restraining her wrists and ankles with zipties.

"Heh, it worked, Harry," a deep male voice rang out from one of the gyaru's mouths.

The two "gyarus" then removed their disguises revealing themselves to be two giant fat guys with neckbears clad in suits and fedoras.

"Mmph ngh mmph!? Mmph ngh ngh mmph ngh mmph mmph ngh ngh mmph ngh mmph mmph [What the fuck!? Why're you tweedle dumb assholes posing as gyarus and kidnapping me]!?" Iori fumed as she struggled to break free.

"Because we're traffickers. We sell cute girls for high prices. Then we use the money to simp for our 2D wives."

Iori blinked in confusion before scowling and leaping to her feet, managing to propel herself into the air for a flying attack despite her bound state. As she slammed into one of the large men, both men suddenly began to expand like balloons, bouncing Iori back to the ground. The two exploded, but in their place stood two young women. One had short purple hair and was clad in a black latex bodysuit, boots, and a large green coat with many pockets. The other had long multicolored hair and spray-tanned skin and was clad in just a strapless bra top, chartreuse jean shorts, and white sneakers.

"And thus, our true forms are revealed. Quite the magic show, wasn't it, Iori Ishikiridokoro, mass murdering case chiller?" the short-haired girl giggled.

Iori got back to her feet and glared.

"Oh feel free to talk. I'm fluent in gag-talk. And if I might add, sound oh so cuter gagged."

"Can Femke punch her? Her face is too cute. A murderer should have a rougher lookin' face," the long-haired girl growled.

"That's rare. You deem her cuter than us?"

"No fucking way! But when Femke sees a girl with a face close to us in cuteness, it makes Femke wanna rough it up, add some bruising blush to the cheeks, black eyeshadow, and bloody red lips with broken teeth."

"Femke, we are going to sell her, but first, we honor her consent and give her a spray tan," the shorthaired girl smirked as she pulled out a can of spray tan.

"Guess that means we gotta strip her down," the long-haired girl grinned as she whipped out a knife.

A single bead of sweat ran down Iori's face. "Fuck, my instincts were right. It's Trinity Raven and her sister, Femke. They're just as murder-obsessed as me, but worse, they've got reason for grudge. If I'm not mistaken, I killed one of their relatives," she thought. 

Trinity Raven, age 19, along with her older sister, Femke, had been one of the first victims of the aftereffects of Iori's killings. Orphaned thanks to her, the sisters had to fend for themselves to survive, turning to crime as a means of doing so. Being older than her sister at the time, Femke remembered every bit of the trauma from the incident, developing an unbridled hatred for Iori. Trinity on the other hand was still a bit too young to fully process things, which led to her personality developing in a twisted and messed up way. To her, the case chiller was one she wanted to turn into a living play toy.

Unsheathing her knife, Femke hacked Iori's clothes to bits, leaving her completely nude with the exception of her socks and sneakers. 

"And one spray tan for the murdering gyaru," Trinity giggled as she spray tanned all Iori's entire face and exposed skin. 

"Oi, oi, we can't just sell her like this. Just look at that puke growing out of her head," Femke sneered as she violently ruffled Iori's hair. 

"Don't worry, we'll clean her up here and now," Trinity giggled as she whipped out a pair of hair clippers along with a razor and can of shaving cream. "Iori-chan, I'm gonna melt you into my slave," she giggled as she began shearing Iori. 

Iori let out a dejected moan, but not for the reason one might think. She was completely downed for being stripped to nothing but her socks and sneakers and getting spray tanned before being shaved bald, but only if it was either before Okisato and/or the cameras. 

In no time flat, Iori's hair and eyebrows were buzzed and lathered with shaving cream. Once she was smooth, her entire head, face, and exposed skin were encased in shaving cream. Though she hated giving her enemies an inch, Iori couldn't help but moan and struggle due to being so turned on from the shave. Next came the wax and eyelash plucking, then the depilatory cream, then finally the oiling and slap. 

At this point, Iori was struggling to keep her hatred for the Raven sisters going as she blushed and panted uncontrollably. 

"THAT'S IT! That's how you should act, my cutie little bitch," Trinity cooed as she too began to blush and pant uncontrollably. 

"Oi, we aren't done yet," Femke snarled as she smeared beauty cream all over Iori's head, face, and exposed skin before wrapping her up in bandages like a mummy. 

"All wrapped up. Hmm, but should we really sell a cutie like you?" Trinity giggled as she shoved a syringe into Iori's neck. 

"What do you mean? She fucked up our lives, so selling her off to some serial sex-offender would be justice," Femke glared.

"That's it! Why should our revenge be so shallow? Ever since I learned the case chiller who messed up our childhoods was this edgy beauty, I've been infatuated! Femke, I wanna take her home... I wanna string her up n' rape her myself," Trinity chuckled as an unsettling grin spread across her face.