A file lay open on a messy desk, the name "Amy" partially covered in the disheveled pile of papers. Inquisitor Jameson tossed another page, the final page of the file, onto the mess. His eyes shifted to the blue-eyed blond across the table from him. Her expression of resignation mirroring his own.
The inquisition had been in disarray since Inquisitor Iris and the Grand Inquisitor had disappeared. The church had gone into full panic mode, and the pressure was on to pull in any possible heretic. The results had been disastrous, even now the whiff of tear gas wafted through the pair's shared office. The ongoing riots resulting in thousands of arrests and numerous people being summarily shuffled off to 'Final Inquisition'. Neither inquisitor held any pre-tense that even a tiny fraction were actually guilty of any true heresy. For many, their only crime was being in the wrong place at the wrong time. At best, they could be accused of being dissatisfied with loved ones disappearing without a trace.
In specific, the pair had been tasked to pull in someone the inquisition was actually fairly sure was a real heretic: Amy "The Scarlet Whip". Unfortunately for the pair, she'd disappeared without a trace around a year ago. Not long before Iris and the Grand Inquisitor had disappeared as well.
The page now resting on the top of the pile recounted the last interaction between Amy and the inquisition. Despite literally tearing everything the woman had apart they had found nothing. In typical fashion they'd also beat her quite hard, knowing full well she'd be homeless on a frigid winter night. After all, landlords didn't want tenants being fingered by the inquisition, and the law gave them explicit right to expel anyone suspected of heresy by the inquisition.
His partner signed "You and I both know she didn't just die; there have been innumerable rumors of her since. Almost all of which paint her as some sort of savior, and avatar of the profane."
He nodded, acknowledging the truth of her words. Despite many of those in the riots not being involved in any real heresy; the so-called "Cult of the Goddess" had emerged again. It was spreading like a wind driven wildfire in a dry forest. The fear from on high was palpable now and growing stronger with every day.
Compounding all of this was that many whom the inquisition fingered disappeared not long after. That in and of itself wasn't unusual, except it wasn't the inquisition doing the disappearing. Worse, some would reappear either recruiting for the cult of the goddess or just in time to spirit away yet another suspected heretic.
He looked up; his own brown orbs locking with his partner's. Kimi's blue eyes tired and ringed by the dark circles of a lack of sleep. He sucked his teeth for a moment and looked at the only clues they'd found in weeks of searching: two latex collars.
The items sat in evidence bags on the corner of his desk. Both collars were a black so dark it almost sucked in the light. Both had contrasting metal plates on one side, blank except for a tiny line of text "Property of The PL-345-UR3 Collective" at the bottom. It was as if they were waiting to be engraved with something. Stranger, there didn't seem to be a separation between the latex and the metal; it was as if the two were fused completely.
"Jay, what are you thinking?" Kimi inquired. They'd found the collars in a burnt-out Church of the Goddess, in a small box under the singed altar. The box miraculously untouched by the embers.
Right then something clicked "I think... I may have found a lead..." he trailed off. He stood and grabbed the bags, "Have you ever heard of 'The Gynoid's Toybox'?" he asked.
Kimi nodded "The sex toy store that seems to somehow be immune to the vice section?"
They found themselves inside the store. The scent of latex, what both of them could only describe as lust, and leather filled the air. The well lit store stirred strange feelings in him. Fantastical toys were displayed in lurid ways on every conceivable surface. He couldn't fathom how this place was still open, and yet it was. He looked around, and despite seeing customers he couldn't seem to bring them into focus. Jameson shook his head as if to shake away the feeling of seeing ghosts, and then turned back to the task at hand.
As if by magic, an apparition fully encased in latex appeared before them. The thing's collar read 'D3M0N', its face was completely and disturbingly smooth except for a set of exaggerated bee-stung lips in glossy black latex. "Welcome to 'The Gynoid's Toybox', you may address me as D3M0N. How can I help you indulge yourself today inquisitors? We encourage everyone, even those in the church, to get to better know themselves through pleasure." The voice of the thing silky smooth, feminine, and oddly commanding. Its otherwise feminine form disrupted by a sheath that looked like it came from a horse, the massive nuts beneath it audibly sloshing with fluid. It was only then that he noticed someone behind it.
He gasped in shock as he realized there was a feminine form behind D3M0N. It was completely encased in white and purple latex, and its face deeply embedded in D3M0N's glossy black latex ass cheeks. "Oh nevermind 1MP! She's just having lunch, her favorite, my ass. We ensure that all employees of The Gynoid's Toybox take their legally mandated breaks!" their host explained cheerily. Her ass cheeks were very clearly firmed and tensed, holding 1M9's face firmly in place.
Kimi seemed to recover first, she took the evidence bags out of his hand and held them up to their latex droned host. "Do you recognize these collars, Demon? They are your merchandise aren't they?" Her tone accusatory; as if she already knew and this was just to garner a confession.
D3M0N was completely unperturbed, her perfect latex coated digits taking one of the bags from the inquisitor's fingers without any resistance. She opened the bag as if this was perfectly ordinary, and not violating all the evidence handling rules. She drew out the collar within, the inky black latex almost blending in with her own perfect shiny fingers. "Yes, this was from us. But, can I ask you a question?" the drone asked.
He watched his partner try to comprehend what just happened. It took him a moment to realize that D3M0N seemed to radiate authority and presence. Something about the drone made him want to kneel, and worship her black hooves. His tongue teasing into glowing green fel streaks artfully. He shook his head to clear that image. "Yes, of course" he responded for them.
"Why do you have your collars in evidence bags? They are for wearing, not adorning an evidence locker." The drone chuckled. Then just as mysteriously as she had appeared; she disappeared.
Jameson looked down, realizing the collar was in his hand. The latex felt warm and sensual against his fingers. But, he had no desire to put it on, rather he felt the urge to hold it up for Kimi.
Kimi lay back in the bath, the warm water helping to ease away the pains of the day. She couldn't help but think back to the scene at The Gynoid's Toybox again and again. She shivered despite the warm water.
