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Vex woke up suddenly, gasping and trying to sit up. The bright light above him was nearly blinding, and he squinted his eyes to slits. He tried to cover his face with his paws, but he quickly realized they were chained down. He could only get a few inches of movement before the cuffs around his wrists clanged taunt. His attempt to sit up was also hindered by a large metal clasp fixed around his throat, keeping his head pressed against the cold, metal table.

Some quick experimentation revealed that his legs and tail were similarly bound, and that he was naked and alone in the small room, chained onto a slab of a table. As his eyes adjusted to the light, he saw a tangle of robotic limbs hanging dormant from the ceiling and felt a shiver of fear squirm down his spine.

Vex was a dragon, though his current situation didn't make a great case for the existence of his draconic pride. His white scales were being scratched by his cuffs as he strained against them, and the horns on his head scraped against the table as he tried to look around and take in his surroundings.

After a minute or so, a door opened in the wall in front of him. Vex tried to look around his snout and between his feet and caught a glimpse of dusky orange fur and a thick tail.

"Ah, Vex. Glad to see you're awake," the fox said, stepping up to the side of the table and looking down at the captive dragon, her bright blue eyes flashing with a deep danger.

"Shella?" Vex whimpered. "There must be some mistake. I-"

"Shhhhhh" the fox said, placing her finger on his snout. "There's no mistake. You stole from me, and now you'll pay for what you stole."

"I didn't steal anything!" Vex said, trying to sound convincing while also being chained naked to a table.

"Oh, Vex. We both know that's a lie. You never were any good at it, especially for a thief," Shella said, walking around and standing over Vex's head so that the dragon had to strain his eyes to look up at her.

He let out another little whimper. Now was no time to be playing the proud dragon. He was in deep shit and he knew it. A little over two weeks ago he'd broken into Shella's mansion and stolen a rare artifact from her personal collection. The heist had made him more money than he'd ever thought possible. He should have known that someone with as many resources as Shella wouldn't let something like that slide. Apparently, he hadn't been as careful as he'd thought...

The last thing he could recall before waking up on the table was sitting in a hotel room a thousand miles from Shella and finishing a phone call to his mate-to-be. He'd hung up, something had been forced over his nose, and he'd been hit from behind.

Now he was here, completely at the mercy of the calmly furious fox he'd stolen from. He began to plead.

"Look, I can get it back. I promise. I know the guy who bought it, and I still have the money. If you just let me go and give me a little time, I swear I can-"

Shella quietly shushed him again, ending his panicked tirade and shaking her head slowly as she ran a finger down the middle of his face.

"It's not about the money, Vex. Or even really what you stole," she said quietly, beginning to walk circles around him. "I dislike the hassle that it will require to get that item back. I dislike that you've cost me a fair lump of money, even after I empty your accounts. I dislike that my house was broken into, but mostly..." She turned to face Vex again. "Mostly I dislike that you STOLE FROM ME!"

Shella slammed her fist into the table, causing Vex to flinch and whimper. Shella took a moment to recompose herself and Vex watched her out of the corner of his eye, shaking slightly.

"We had a deal, Vex. I give you work, throw you a bone now and then, and you don't use your skills against me. You broke that deal, didn't you Vex?"

She moved closer and leaned down over his face, looking him dead in the eyes.

"DIDN'T YOU!?"

"Y-yes," Vex spluttered out weakly. He was on the verge of tears. He didn't know what Shella had planned for him, but it wouldn't be good. He'd seen what she'd done to her enemies before.

Shella sighed and walked over to a panel on the wall. She began to press some buttons that Vex couldn't see.

"It's a shame," she said, back still to him. "You're pretty cute, but I can't afford to have you running free after your betrayal." She turned back to him and the robot limbs on the ceiling began to move around.

"But the other problem is that if I see your face again, I might lose it. So, you see what a conundrum I'm in."

The robot limbs were beginning to wirr around and poke at Vex's body. They seemed to be measuring him. He nearly gave himself whiplash trying to follow the movement of each one.

"So me and the tech boys came up with a way to keep you around, teach you a lesson, make you useful, and make sure I don't kill you." She walked over and patted his panicking face. "Because that would be a shame."

Shella began moving towards the door at the same time that a strange mask began descending from the ceiling, trailing three long tubes, one of which sprouted from the end of a large dildo.

"I want you to know that I still have full respect for your skills. The only reason I knew who had stolen from me is because you are the only one who could have done it. You're too good," she said, pausing in the doorway and watching the dragon squirm.

"Oh, and don't struggle, Vex sweetie. It'll only make this hurt. I think you'll make an excellent toy."

Vex began to scream as the mask descended closer and closer to his face.

"I'll see you in a bit!" Shella called over the noise, blowing a kiss at the struggling dragon from the door before it slammed shut and left Vex alone with his fate.

Vex struggled and screamed and thrashed around, but the robot limbs clamped down on his horns, forced his head against the table, and pulled his mouth open wide. Vex could do nothing but stare in wide-eyed horror as the mask descended over his face, forcing the dildo and its tube deep into his throat. The other two tubes snaked down his nostrils and into his lungs. With the dildo locked in place and encased in total darkness, Vex could no longer scream. He was left to muffled, vibrating muteness as he felt two plugs worm their way into his ears and expand there, blocking out all noise.

Even more terror filled his veins, if that was possible, when he felt the mask begin to heat up and bond with his scales, forming a permanent, perfectly-fitting seal around his head. If he could see himself now, all he'd see would be a black, vaguely dragon-shaped mask sitting over his face with his horns sticking out of the back.

Vex was left in near complete sensory darkness. He couldn't see, he couldn't smell, he couldn't hear, and the dildo locked in his mouth didn't taste like anything. He struggled madly against his binds, but they wouldn't give more than an inch or so.

Then two metal arms grabbed his calves and he felt his ankles come unshackled from the table. He fought against the arms with all the strength he could muster, but it was no use. All he accomplished was the scraping of metal against his scales and the increase in painful pressure as the arms locked down tighter.

Confusion leaked through his fear and hopelessness as the arms raised his legs up and began pushing them back towards his head. He could feel the muscles and tendons in his legs stretching as the arms attempted to fold him in half. Fortunately, he was rather slim and flexible, but as his knees neared his chest some pain began to leak in. Just when he was about to get worried that he would pull something, the arms stopped moving and held him there, stretching his legs.

After what felt like an eternity in the darkness and silence of his hood, but was actually more like thirty seconds, the arms relaxed and let his legs fall to a more natural position. After another brief bit of time, the arms pushed his legs back towards his head again and began stretching him once more.

As this continued, Vex tried to figure out exactly what was going to happen to him. Shella had mentioned a toy, something that caused him no small amount of fear and discomfort, but what kind of toy? What the hell was going on? Why was he wearing the sensory-depravation mask with a dildo locked in his mouth? Why were his legs being stretched out past his head?

Vex mulled over these questions in the darkness as the robot arms continued their programs. At one point, he felt a small, sharp stab in one of his ass cheeks and realized that he must have been injected with something. A strange warmth was spreading from the injection point, and when it reached his crotch, he felt his cock begin to peak out of its slit.

Vex began to thrash again as he reached full mast against his will. He'd been injected with some sort of aphrodisiac, and this scared him even more. He was still fighting against his bonds, thrusting and wiggling his hips to try to avoid whatever unseen threats were looming out of the total darkness towards him, but he was entirely unsuccessful as he felt some sort of sleeve slip over his cock.

The sleeve began to pleasure him horribly well. In his highly aroused state, he was unable to resist for more than a few seconds before he felt the need to cum building up in him despite how desperately much he wanted to fight against anything that Shella had planned for him in this sick little room.

He wasn't able to hold out for long before he was desperately trying to hump upwards into the sleeve as he came harder than he ever had in his life, draconic seed filling up the sleeve and disappearing somewhere Vex couldn't perceive. He panted inside the mask, but was filled with horror as his afterglow was ruined by an immediate return of the chemical arousal.

As he was pleasured again, he felt another robot arm inject him with something else. In fact, he counted five or so injections as his cock was teased and his legs were stretched back over his head. Something was placed between his legs underneath his slit, and it didn't take long for him to figure out what it was. As he gave in and came again, the little device buzzed and sent a low, vibrating shock through his cock and internal balls, stimulating them and causing him to cum with more force than he had the first time.

Vex's heart sank as he realized what was going on. He suspected he was being conditioned to cum when the electrical buzz shocked him. Over the next few hours of almost unendurable cycles of arousal and cumming, he was proved right. He knew that something he had been injected with was keeping him horny, and that something else was stimulating sperm production at an unnatural level. In the darkness and silence of his hood, the pleasure and stimulation of his cock was like a white-hot beacon of sensations in the blackness.

This torturous training and conditioning continued until Vex lost all conception of what time it was or how long he had been stuck inside the mask. He occasionally slipped in and out of consciousness, but always awoke to the same darkness and the same limited sensations. The cock sleeve began to tighten and restrict his ability to cum, slowly forcing him to endure more and more pleasure until he could finally experience the momentary bliss of relief. The little device would buzz just as the cock sleeve stopped its constriction, and he would cum to the sensation of the buzzing.

In his foggy, murky mind, Vex realized that his endurance and sensitivity were being increased together. He tried to resist the conditioning, but as time moved inexorably forward, there was nothing he could do. Encased and restrained in his darkness, he had plenty of opportunities to reflect on his dismal future. What sort of toy Shella planned to turn him into wasn't entirely clear yet, but he knew there was no escaping his situation. As the uncounted days passed by, he was slowly worn down by the constant sensory deprivation and stimulation.

After some time, he didn't know how long, his feet were chained to the table behind him. He was stuck permanently folded in half with his feet on either side of his head. It no longer strained his muscles to hold the position, and the discomfort of being folded slowly faded as well.

More time passed, though Vex no longer truly realized it. Whether waking or sleeping he was trapped in the same darkness, the same nightmare. He could no longer cum when he wanted to. Even if there was nothing stopping him, no matter the stimulation, no matter how badly he wanted to cum, he couldn't do it until the little buzzer sent a shock through his system and signaled his sweet release.

As this happened time and time again, and as the days went by, Vex's senses began to dull until only his sense of touch remained strong. His cock became ever more sensitive to pleasure and touch.

Eventually, unknown to Vex, his preparation was deemed completed. A multitude of robot arms swarmed out of the ceiling and Shella stepped into the room, looking down at the bound dragon on the table. He had become so used to being folded with his feet behind his head that his hips barely lifted off the table anymore, and his cock stood straight up and aroused like a dildo. She smirked, knowing that Vex had no way of knowing that she was even there. She loved how helpless the former dragon thief was. He really would make a fantastic toy.

The robot arms carried forward two halves of a box that they slowly began pushing toward the dragon, one from his right and the other from his left. As the edges of the box bumped into him and lifted him up into their embrace, Vex was offered a small window to struggle and squirm and desperately try to communicate as his restraints were unlocked to allow the box to fully encase him.

The dragon was too slow. He had been caught off guard and his limbs no longer responded like they used to. When Shella leaned down and listened, she could just hear his panicked "Mmmmh! Mmmmh!" protests as he tried one last time to escape. But, with little delay, his legs and arms were stuffed into the specially molded insides of the box, insides that fixed him in a rough position before fusing to his body like the mask had.

As the two halves slid together and the seam closed up, Vex found himself completely unable to move. He was stuck in the same position he had been in while on the table, but now he couldn't move a muscle. Before, his restraints had had some give, but now there was nothing. As the insides of the box fused to him, he couldn't even move a finger. The box became like a second skin to him and he could barely feel it pressing against him.

He thought he was entirely contained, folded in half in a true state of ultimate sensory deprivation until he felt a small puff of air blow over his aching cock. That was when the full reality of his situation sunk in. In the darkness, unable to move, speak, smell, feel, or see, he screamed silently.

Shella stepped back from blowing on her new toy and watched in hungry amusement as the pale white cock of the once-dragon twitched at the sensation. She looked down on the black box resting on the table. It was fairly thin, since her toy had been trained to contort into a relatively low space, and it was just wide enough to contain the width of the toy's arms and chest. The face of the box was padded for comfort, and sticking out of a hole on the top of the box near the back was the only piece of the toy that mattered.

A small display on the top left lit up as the breathing and feeding tubes locked into the dragon's face connected with the outlets on the life-support systems inside the box. Her toy would be fed a perfectly balanced diet of essential nutrients through its dildo-tube to make sure that it was primed and ready to be used at any time. She'd have to supply more nutrient paste every few weeks as the reserves in the box were slowly used up. A little green battery symbol popped up on the small display and showed that the toy would need a new battery in about six months.

Shella quivered with excitement as she ran a hand along the padding on top of the box. She knew that Vex couldn't feel her touching his encasement. She knew that he could feel nothing except his cock twitching in the air. He had become a living dildo, a proud dragon spire for her to ride whenever she felt like. But now, it was time for the final test. The toy had just undergone quite a bit of stress, and she wanted to make sure it was still in working condition. She pulled out a small remote and synched it to the box's transponder. She pressed the small red button on the remote and clapped her hands in glee as she was rewarded with a geyser of cum shooting up from her new living dildo as the buzzer did its work.

When the dildo had stopped flexing and squirting, she had some of her servants come in and clean up the mess before carting the box off to her study. Luckily, Shella had had the foresight to order the box to come with wheels, and the servants were able to roll the box along the floor and into the elevator.

Inside the box, Vex only suspected that he was moving because he could feel air running past his horribly sensitive cock. It was as if he had become his member, nothing but his own prick, since that was the only medium through which he could perceive the world anymore. He was assailed by overwhelming waves of fear and despair as he realized that he had become a dildo for Shella to use forever. The only thought that kept him from going immediately insane was the hope that maybe Shella would eventually relent and let him out of his prison.

Shella, meanwhile, had no plans of ever dismantling her new toy. She absolutely loved it. As she walked behind her new toy, she could feel herself becoming wetter and wetter, the thought of owning a living dildo and riding it whenever she wanted was almost too exciting. The ride up the elevator, even though it only took twenty seconds, felt like an eternity as she stared down at the pale cock of her former dragon thief, the quivering spire the only evidence that a living creature was trapped inside the box.

Shella had punished people in creative ways before, but nothing quite like this. Every second she looked at the box reminded her that she had taken a proud dragon and turned him into nothing more than a living dildo, a toy for her pleasure. He couldn't even cum unless she wanted him to.

Once they reached her study, she sent the servants away and locked the doors, looking around at the ornate room and wondering where would be best to put her toy for easy access. She also wanted to be able to show it off, both as a display of pride and a warning.

She eventually shrugged and parked the box right next to her desk, the small wheels on the bottom sinking into the lush carpet and making it look as if the box was lightly resting on the floor. Now, all she had to do when working at her desk was push her expensive leather chair backward a little and she could see her dragon toy's cock sticking up into the air like a signal flag. She sat in her chair to test it out, licking her lips greedily as she watched the cock and thought about what might be going through Vex's head at that moment.

Then she checked herself. Vex no longer existed. It was just a toy now, and she should remember that. Rolling her chair closer, she leaned down and stroked the hot flesh once from tip to base and watched as the cock flexed and bounced a little, quivering with the need to cum.

Inside the box, Vex's dark world lit up with the sensation of a hand on his cock. He couldn't move, he couldn't stroke himself, and he couldn't cum despite how badly he needed to. He could feel every shift in the airflow in the room through his cock, the various cool and warm breezes gusting softly against his torturously sensitive flesh. He didn't know how much longer he was going to be able to stand living in this hell.

Shella stood up and stripped out of her wet panties, pulling up her skirt and stepping up onto the box, looking down at the trapped draconic cock below her. She'd wanted something like this for so long. Carefully, she began to crouch until she was kneeling on either side of the cock, its tip inches away from her needy folds. She let herself relax and slip down, wetting the tip of the dildo inside her and rubbing it back and forth, savoring how her new toy felt.

Satisfied, she ran her palm down the length of the heated toy, bracing the base against the edges of the hole in the box, and sank down onto the twitching member. She gave a quiet sigh of contentment as her butt rested against her heels and she knelt on the cushioned top of the box. She closed her eyes and felt the warm dildo fidgeting inside her, waiting to blow at her command. Yes, this would work.

Shella went round after round with her new dildo. She spent several hours experimenting and playing with her new toy. She learned its limits, her own limits, and what she liked and didn't like. Sometimes she let it cum, sometimes she didn't and savored the panicked twitching of the cock inside her. Sometimes she would hilt herself on the dildo, pressing the button just as she hit her own climax and savoring the gushing outpouring of draconic need coating her insides with hot cum. Sometimes she would merely grind against it and giggle as she pressed the button and a fountain of seed would shoot into the air. Sometimes she would press the button over and over and see how many times her new toy could cum in a row. Once, she even bent down and sucked on the dildo, admiring the realistic draconic taste and sampling the cum that shot out and filled her stomach. When she was finally satisfied, she cleaned up after herself, wiped the toy down, took a shower, and went to bed a happy fox.

Vex was in tatters after the first night, and it only got worse from there. The only way he had to tell time was when he was used, but he couldn't tell if it was hours, minutes, days, weeks, between his uses. The eternal sensory deprivation combined with his complete immobility slowly turned his brain to mush over the months. He became nothing more than a needy cock. His entire world and identity were centered on his prick, and there was nothing he could do about it.

As the years passed, he truly turned into a toy. Transforming from a professional thief dragon to a fox's dragon dildo. He no longer thought much of anything, and the only thing he felt was his cock and the need to cum. Vex served Shella for a long time, becoming an it and slipping away into infinite darkness as Shella used and used and used the only part of him that mattered anymore.