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Warehouse Mistress	By : passiveaggressor Category: S through Z > Warehouse 13 Views: 12666 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Warehouse 13 or its characters. This is purely a work of my overactive mind and I make no money from it.

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“Agh, I haaaaate planes!” Claudia said as she opened the door to the Bed and Breakfast and stomped in, kicking off her sneakers before jumping onto the couch and stretching out her limbs. “Cramped seats, bratty kids, and cheap peanuts equals hell on wings,” her eyes closed tight as she kicked her feet up.
“Mmm, makes me miss the Secret Service.” said Myka walking in after Claudia and rubbing her hands against the cold. “Nothing beats flying on Air Force One.”
Leena, the proprietor of the Bed and Breakfast, closed the door as she entered, pulling off her boots before starting a fire in the grate. “It’s kinda late but I’m famished. Anyone up for a late dinner?” she asked stepping into the kitchen and over to the fridge. “I’m sure I can come up with something from the leftovers in...the...” her voice trailed off as she opened the fridge and beheld the empty shelves.
Myka walked up behind Leena and patted her shoulder before saying, “Well what did you expect? Between Pete and Artie, I’m surprised we still have shelves, let alone a fridge. The way those two eat I was sure it would be gone too.”
Leena nodded and sighed, “Guess I’ll go get some groceries in the morning...” She opened the freezer door and pursed her lips, “They even ate the frozen brussel sprouts!”
“Whoooooa, Pete must have been staaarving,” said Claudia from the couch. “I remember him telling me how he used to fling those buggers out the open kitchen window with his fork just to avoid eating them. He showed me once and sweet sprouts can that guy arc veggies.”
“Oh my god... Pete isn’t even here and I’m reminded of how childish he is...” said Myka in an exasperated tone.
“To be fair Myka, I’ve seen it too and Claudia is right. It is very impressive.” said Leena as she checked the pantry to find it as empty as the fridge.
“I’m surrounded by children!” Myka cried out, throwing her hands up in frustration as she stormed out of the kitchen and up the stairs.
“Well one of us has to log this artifact,” said Leena dusting off her hands and striding to the door. “I’ll stop off at the grocery store on the way back.”
“And I will stay here and guard the couch.” Claudia said, turning over on the couch and snuggling into a pillow. The last thing she heard before slipping into sleep was the sound of the door closing.
“-ake up... Hey wake up!” came a female voice near Claudia’s ear. She turned and mumbled into the pillow, “Mmmh go ‘way Myka...sleepy...”
“Come on Serendipity, wake up! It’s closing time girl and everyone is leaving.” said the voice, giving her shoulder a rough shake. “Wake up!”
“Not now Myka, I’m- wait what did you call me?” asked Claudia, sitting bolt upright. She turned and looked into a pair of startling hazel eyes.
The eyes were set in an angelic face and framed with shoulder length, copper-red curls. A trim athletic figure with pale skin complemented her facial features. The woman was wearing a green t-shirt and a brown miniskirt, topped off with a pair of sneakers.
“You know the rules Serendipity, we have to be out the door by 10 PM or Madame Spitfire will tan our sorry hides.” said the girl standing up. “Thought I’d at least wake you up. I mean even if you don’t have time to get changed, you certainly can get out before she catches you.” she said before turning and walking away.
Claudia nodded automatically, realizing this was backstage at The Velvet Lips; the strip club she used to work at. She stood up and brushed her front to smooth out the wrinkles in her costume before freezing as her fingers brushed across something that certainly wasn’t the purple halter top she remembered as her usual costume during her time working the pole.
Looking down revealed she was wearing a leather ensemble that would be more at home in a bondage spread. She was wearing a strapless, black fishnet one piece, held up with a pair of leather belts with buckles that prevented the garment from sliding down. Leather straps yoked her shoulders and crossed her chest in a X pattern, accenting her breast. Reaching up, she discovered a spiked leather collar was buckled around her neck with an O ring hanging from the front. A strap connected to the ring running down her front and between her breasts to connect to a second O ring at the top of a pair of leather panties with a zipper over her crotch; thankfully closed. Leather straps ran parallel around her legs from the tops of her thighs to her ankles, joined by O rings with leather straps running perpendicular down the front of her legs. A pair of high black stiletto heels and a wide studded leather belt around her waist completed the very erotic look.
“Holy Heisenberg, Batman... This is not my usual outfit...” Claudia murmured, running her hands down the sides of the fishnet top, blushing as she noticed her nipples were visible through the top. She was about to head for the lockers when she heard the familiar clomping sound of Madame Spitfire’s boots. Her eyes widened and she ran as fast as the heels would carry her to the back door and out into the slightly chilly night air, not wanting to face the Madame’s dreaded punishment for staying late.
Gia Feuerbrand or Madame Spitfire as she was known to her employees was a famous tennis player back in the day and could still serve up a mighty ass whupping with that paddle she carried on a hook at her belt. Claudia and in fact every girl at the club had felt its kiss at some point and all tried their best to avoid it and the Madame’s displeasure. Despite this everyone knew the gruff woman had a nice streak and frequently protected her girls from the usual string of gropers that came with the line of work, in addition to giving jobs to underage girls who needed a god paying job. In reality, The Velvet Lips closed around 4 AM but the Madame tried to get the underage dancers out in time for them to get some sleep. She was very clear on that time and reinforced it as required, no exceptions.
Thus Claudia found herself walking home in the chilly autumn air, wearing the bizarre outfit and crossing her hands over her breasts in an attempt to protect her modesty and as a barrier against the cold which had, by now, hardened her nipples to bullet points against the sheer material of the top.
Claudia was so caught up in her embarrassment that she completely missed the police car pulling up silently behind her until the sirens went off. She turned and gasped putting up her hands before squeaking and covering her breasts again. The car parked next to her, the lights shining on her and reminding her of the stage lights at the club. She shivered in the cool air as the driver’s side door opened and a female cop stepped out. Her face was partially covered by her cap but her lips were visible, slightly curved in an amused smirk.
“What seems to be the problem officer? Was I speeding or something?” Claudia asked, grinning sheepishly.
The officer gave her a small smile before speaking in a familiar British accent, “Well now... What have we here?” The cop stepped closer, her gait having an almost seductive sway to it due to the heeled boots she was wearing. “A dirty little whore walking the clean streets... We certainly can’t have that.” she purred backing the scantily dressed girl into a street lamp.
Claudia swallowed, “I-I’m not a whore... I’m a-” she tried to say but was cut off as the cop leaned close and kissed her.
Her eyes opened and she mumbled part in shock and part in indignation into the lips of the other woman, beating at her ineffectually with her fists. The cop continued the kiss for several minutes before finally breaking it, leaving Claudia dazed and slightly disoriented.
The cop pulled her over to the cop car and bent her over the hood. “You are under arrest for prostitution and assaulting an officer,” she said as she pulled Claudia’s wrists behind her and closed her handcuffs around her wrists with a click.
The sound of the cuffs closing snapped Claudia out of her daze and she began struggling with the cuffs, “W-What the?!? Lemme out of these cuffs? What happened to due process?? And I’m not a wh-”
Her protests were cut off as a red rubber ball was pushed into her mouth. The straps were pulled tight on either side of her head and buckled securely behind her head. “You will remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used as an excuse to punish you. You have the right to speak only if I grant it. If you cannot hold your tongue in my presence then i will severely punish you. Do you understand these rules as they have been read to you, whore?”
Claudia’s eyes widened and she squirmed in the grip of the officer as she was tossed bodily into the trunk of the police cruiser. “Not like it really matters whore. As far as anyone knows, you just ceased to exist.” she said before slamming the trunk closed and getting into the driver’s seat before driving off with her capture.
The trunk was dark, cramped, and stuffy. Every bump jostled the cuffed captive and served to keep her from concentrating on any thoughts of escape. Her brain bounced around in her skull and she moaned in complaint when the car suddenly stopped. She heard the car door slam and was blinded by a bright light as the trunk opened. Claudia blinked away the migraine as she was hauled out of the trunk and to her feet.
Her eyes turned to stare daggers at the cop but instead they went wide as she found herself staring into the brown eyes of HG Wells. ”Hello whore, hope you’re ready for a long night,” she said, clipping a leash to Claudia’s collar.
Claudia mewled into the gag and struggled, kicking out at the inventor who caught her kick. “Seems no one taught you basic manners...” said HG as she cuffed her ankles with a pair of cuffs, joined by a short length of chain. “Now, come along quietly whore, or else I’ll make things very unpleasant...” she said, pulling a taser from her belt.
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It was close to midnight when the black Honda Civic pulled up to the normal looking house and into the driveway. The door opened and HG stepped out, closing the garage door and clicking on the light. She stepped around to the back and popped the trunk, revealing a very dazed Claudia. The securely cuffed girl was yanked to her feet, the taser being pressed to her back. “Walk slut, and don’t try anything funny.” said HG in a mildly threatening tone.
Claudia had little choice and shuffled into the house, HG following after her. Once inside, HG opened a drawer and produced a chain leash, clipping the end to Claudia’s collar before leading her through the modest kitchen to a door. She opened the door and led the still bound Claudia down a flight of stairs into the basement. A few turns in the basement hallway and one door later found Claudia standing in front of a jet black door. HG smiled and opened the door revealing what was inside. The last thought Claudia had before she was pulled in was, ‘Oh fuck...’
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