LeetCo: Loss Prevention

Author's note: This story contains potential squick or other kink material that readers may find objectionable. Readers are advised to proceed with caution

Lily tried to contain her frustration, it was never easy being the head of Loss Prevention for an Inter-Dimensional, Multi-Planetary, Cross-timeline Lewd toy company. It was one thing to manage loss at a retail store; but it was another altogether managing loss when your perpetrator could be the pawn of a god that had already hopped five timelines by the time the loss was found. It was both fun and thrilling, but also a major pain in her ass. Those cases were for the most part easier than dealing with the more mundane problem of an organized crime ring on a mortal planet; which was her current problem.

She looked up at the burned out shell where the store had been. A local officer wandered over "Uhh..." they checked their notes "Ms. Lilith Starling?" they asked uncertain.

"Yes...?" her impatience was showing in her voice and despite being shorter at 160 cm she'd long since learned the habit of projecting her presence and the cop visibly flinched.

"So, as much as we'd love to tell you that we have leads on this..." they started.

She turned on her heel abruptly to face the sheepish officer "Oh don't give me that tripe, you know damn well who this is. It's not like everybody in the damn city isn't aware that you and every other officer in your department is on the payroll of the fucking Apton-Downs company." She was furious and didn't give a wit that making that accusation so publicly could be hazardous to her health. Unfortunately, unlike her boss, she was mortal and did not see the cosh that impacted the base of her skull. When asked later there were 'no witnesses' to Lilith Starling's sudden disappearance in a crowded street in broad daylight.

She groaned as she slowly regained consciousness, her head throbbing as a crude hand lifted her chin. "Well well well, birdy is awake..." the cop taunted her. She tried to spit at him, but the dildo gag shoved into her mouth and throat made that a bit difficult. "Seems you're a tougher little bird than most, not that it will matter. You'll break like all the rest." he said with absolute certainty.

She rolled her eyes derisively. She'd gotten complacent dealing with the less mundane sorts of thieves; forgetting that humans like herself could be far worse. The less mundane sort followed rules, rules that if not followed had extreme consequences. Humans didn't unfortunately, hence she found herself here. She was tied to a crude whipping cross, and by the taste and tingling of it she was gagged with her mistress' own product. "Fancy gear you lot make. Too bad about the shop though... guess you lot should have paid up. Now you little bird, are going to serve in Apton-Downs' whore houses like the slut you are, isn't that right?" He crudely shoved his fingers into her wet petals. It was true she was aroused, it was because of the corruptive in the latex of the toys they'd shoved into her, not because she was a slut or enjoying the situation at all.

"You'll pay down your employer's debt, unfortunately the interest is a bit steep." He sneered at her. Her eyes went wide as she spotted the Apton-Downs slaving collar; a crude device it removed the collared's ability to resist permanently turning them into a slave that was trapped inside their own body. While highly illegal it didn't matter because Apton-Downs had this world under their thumb, nobody was going to dig too deep into the company's affairs.

"I see you've noticed your shiny new collar. Don't worry it will hurt like hell for a bit. Then it will still hurt like hell, but you won't be able to scream about it." He taunted her as the other 'officers' looked on. He moved the collaring machine into place around her neck, probes from the device extending out in preparation to destroy her free will. As he did so the shadows started to grow in the room. "But don't worry, you'll have plenty of time to pay off the money you lot should have just paid. What kind of a name is LeetCo anyway?" he laughed.

The defiant look on her face frustrated the erstwhile officer. She was in no danger anymore, and she knew it. If she could have warned them about what as going to happen next she probably still wouldn't have, they weren't deserving of such pity. While her mistress really didn't like losing product, she was downright possessive of her employees and thus threatening to collar Lily was a very bad thing for them.

He tried to shove the mac

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