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Jania the wingless, purple dragon anthro was about to drift off to sleep in her small suburbia home when she thought she heard the sound of breaking glass somewhere downstairs. The sound had been faint, and if it wasn't for her rapidly beating heart as she sat up in bed she would've decided she'd imagined it. Still, she wasn't going to be able to sleep until she confirmed her suspicions that the noise had indeed been her imagination.

She quickly snuck across the dark room and grabbed a baseball bat, mentally mocking herself for being so twitchy. She'd been up watching cop dramas, so it kind of made sense that she would be hearing the sound of breaking glass in her subconscious. Terry the Terrible Top-Heavy Tiger had been thrown through at least four windows in the last episode, and Jania was rapidly convincing herself that she was just hearing the after-effects of watching too many buff anthros fight it out on TV.

Still, she pressed on, quietly opening her bedroom door and making her way toward the stairs with the baseball bat at the ready. She was on the small side for a dragon, but she was still a dragon, and one swing from her would break bones at the very least, enough to deter most common thieves. She briefly considered the fact that she was naked, but pushed that thought away. It would take too long to get dressed if there was actually an emergency downstairs, and if there wasn't, no one would be there to care that she was naked in her own home anyway.

You're overreacting, Jania. She thought. This is a quiet neighborhood. Always has been. And besides, you don't have anything valuable. You're just imagining things.

Stepping at all the right points to make sure the stairs withheld their loudest creaks and groans, Jania paused halfway down and looked over the railing into the living room below. She couldn't see any signs of disturbance and felt herself relax slightly as she reached the bottom of the stairs and looked around.

She was just about to lower her bat when she felt a small breeze blow over her scales, and she turned to see the curtains of the living room's corner window gust slightly. Jania froze in fright. She hadn't opened that window in a month.

Then something fell over in the hallway leading to the front door and she let out a small yelp of surprise and fright, lifting her bat and turning to face the noise.

That's when she was hit from behind by at least two bodies which forced her to the floor in a tangle of thrashing, kicking, clawing limbs. In the melee her bat was taken from her and whenever she got a handhold on one of her assailants, another would appear to help out their comrade, prying her fingers away. She tried to call out for help, but someone quickly looped a thick strap of cloth into her mouth, removing her ability to articulate words.

After much growling and struggling, she was finally subdued with her hands cuffed behind her back and her improvised gag tied tightly behind her horns.

There was a lot of panting and muffled swearing as four of her attackers picked her up while she was still struggling and carried her with difficulty into the living room.

Once there, Jania was deposited roughly onto the carpet and let out an almost continuous stream of growls and muffled threats as she struggled on the floor with someone kneeling on her back, driving her breasts into the carpet. There was movement around her followed by the sound of clinking and clanking and the moving of equipment.

"We got her, Mr. Calad. We're good to go," one of the dark figures said to another dark figure. There was the sound of a blow and more cursing.

"Don't use my name, idiot! Now she knows who I am!"

"Sorry, boss. But we got her. She won't be telling anyone anything before long."

"Still! You moron! You and I are going to have a long talk when we get back to HQ."

Then someone turned on the light, causing Jania to squint but finally make out her assailants. There were five of them, all dressed in black with masks on. Despite their attire, she could tell that there were two foxes, one badger, one ox, and a bat standing around her. She couldn't recognize any of them except for one. Now that she had a name, she knew the larger fox was Mr. Calad. She'd seen news reports about the up-and-coming business mogul, and there could be no mistake. Apparently he was moonlighting as a kidnapper.

But just as she recognized him, he apparently recognized her. Or, more accurately, he didn't.

"Wait a minute. This isn't a monitor lizard. This is a dragon," Calad said, looking around. "Where are we?"

The bat looked at her GPS and said shakily, "4458 Crismund Drive. Why? Is this the wrong one?"

There was silence for a moment as the four other anthros looked at Calad and Jania did too. The fox was shaking, his paws clenched into fists. Suddenly he threw a wrench at the badger, which the big anthro barely dodged.

"We're supposed to be at 4458 Crismund CIRCLE," he said in a seething whisper dripping with anger.

"Sorry boss," the badger said quietly, not looking at the fuming fox.

"So, not only are we in the wrong place with the wrong anthro, I've had my identity exposed to someone who isn't. Even. The target!!"

The four other anthros all looked away from their angry boss, trying not to direct his wrath onto themselves.

As Calad took a moment to compose himself, Jania's brief hope at getting out of this mess melted away in a flicker of fear as she realized what it meant that she knew who Calad was.

She began to make muffled pleads and promises, trying to tell Calad that she wouldn't rat him out. She would do anything. Move away, cut contacts, anything. She wouldn't tell anyone if they let her go.

Calad didn't understand exactly what she was saying, but he got the gist.

"Ah, well, I'm sorry girl," he said, kneeling down next to her and petting her head, causing her to growl and struggle with a bravado she didn't feel. "You see, I know you won't tell anyone. And I actually believe it. I truly do. But I can't take that risk now that you know who I am and what I do. So, I'm afraid you'll be coming with us." He then pat her head once more and looked up to the anthros. "Bag her up."

Following the fox's order was a flurry of activity in which Jania had no choice but to watch as the bat anthro opened a large duffle bag and began to set out various lengths of metal, using a special heat emitter to reshape the bars and cut them down to size. While that was being done, the ox and the badger pulled out a black rubber bag, approximately two feet deep with six-inch diameter. They warmed it up too, and began to stretch and pull at it, widening it further.

"Not that you would know, dear," Calad said from where he was sitting on Jania's couch, "but this is a special type of rubber that will do its best to reform to its previous shape once it cools a bit. It's just one of the specialized tools we use in our jobs, just like those metal bars over there. You'll soon experience them firsthand, so don't worry if things don't make sense yet."

The ox and badger then heated up two specific sections of the stretched-out bag, pulling further folds from it until it no longer looked at all like it once did. Then they approached her with it.

Jania began to squirm and shake, making muffled threats and pleas at the same time while she tried to throw off the fox kneeling on her. She was stronger than him, and the bat had to stop what she was doing and help hold the thrashing dragon down. Though she put up a good fight, ultimately Jania was no match for the four anthros combined, and she felt the lip of the stretched-out bag begin to slide up her legs.

As the ox and badger worked the bag up her calves, forcing her legs and feet together, the bat bent Jania's tail down and slid it into one of the two extra sections of the bag. For Jania, it felt like she was being swallowed by some rubber beast as her toes poked at the bottom of the bag but it kept stretching over her body. The ox and badger really had to haul on the bag to get the lip of it up over her plump ass and hips, but once they did, they quickly made progress on pulling it across her stomach and up to her chest.

Her tail was now completely encased too, the bat having had to make sure that her tail didn't curl up inside the bag once the tip reached the bottom of the extra stretched-out section. As more and more of her body was stuffed into the bag, it became harder and harder to squirm and fight back. She reacted too late to her hands being sneakily uncuffed by the fox and her arms were forced into the second stretched-out part of the bag. Her arms ended up being pushed straight along her back with her hands together near the base of her tail.

As Jania whimpered and pleaded, the bag was forced over her breasts, creating two nice bulges in the rubber as her chest and back were fully covered and the ox and badger pulled the bag right up to the end of her neck, leaving only her head exposed.

"Stop right there, boys," Calad said, holding up a hand. "Get to work on the metal while I explain some things to our unexpected guest here."

Stuck inside the slowly constricting bag, Jania blubbered and whined as the anthros pushed her legs under her so that she was kneeling down on her shins with her calves pushed tightly against the back of her thighs, her feet forced into curling up as the bag constricted further.

The black rubber was thick, and as it cooled and tried to return to its original shape, it squeezed Jania's scaly body up so that even if she'd wanted to stretch her legs out from her kneeling position, she wouldn't have been able to. The bat also pushed her tail down against her back, covering her arms, and held it there as the rubber tightened and constricted, making the tail difficult to move. Her arms suffered the same fate, and she quickly found that they were stuck behind her, mushed together inside the extra pocket within the bag that so wanted to close up and return to normal except for the scaly arms locked inside.

With her arms behind her and her knees bent, Jania was forced to lean forward and look at the ground with her breasts pressed against the floor unless she strained her neck to look up at the fox sitting on her couch.

"You see dragon," Calad said, "the way I make my money is by providing a service for my rich clientele. They ask for a certain anthro at a high price, and I go out and procure that anthro, bagging them up and delivering them to the buyer as a living ornament or decoration or display piece. Obviously, it costs a lot to own one of these items, since one has to pay off the cops and keep the piece alive, but some anthros get a lot of pleasure out of it, so I don't argue as long as they pay up."

While he was talking, Jania felt metal press against her rubber-encased scales, and managed to just turn her head back to barely see a series of bent and shaped metal bars being fit over her body, caging her up and guaranteeing that she'd never be able to move again.

Calad talked louder over Jania's muffled pleas and whimpers. "We were supposed to bag up a different anthro tonight, but through a series of unfortunate events, we are bagging you instead. While I don't have a specific buyer for you yet," Jania was pushed and rolled onto her side so that the metal bars could be fitted on her lower side, one reaching up between her rubber-covered breasts to lock against the ring that had just been fitted around her neck, "I am certain that you will sell just fine as an auction piece. You've got nice, plump breasts and a shapely body with a good ass and perfect hips, not to mention that many of the anthros I know would love to have a dragon bound up in their house. The sight of such a powerful creature turned into an immobile, helpless decoration really turns on some of my buyers."

There was a clunk and Jania's metal cage was complete. There were straps wrapping around her legs, guaranteeing that they'd keep their kneeling position forever, there were similar ones criss-crossing her body and keeping her arms in check, and her tail was banded down across her back. The rubber had shrunk further during that time, but despite how tightly Jania was all bound up, the metal bands were pressed firmly against her rubber encasing, ensuring that no fluke or malfunction would free her. The rubber around her neck was tightening up and making it harder to breathe, but it didn't feel like she was at risk of blacking out.

"We use special tools to make permanent housings for our products, such as the metal bands you're wearing now," Calad continued. "Once they finish those special welds, you'll be trapped in there with no lock, key, buckle, strap, or glue necessary. I hope you can forgive me, but this is a necessary precaution to ensure that my business can continue."

With that, the excess rubber of the stretched-out bag around Jania's neck was expertly heated up and pulled unceremoniously up over the back of her head as the bat leaned down and dropped some liquid into her ears. The last thing Jania heard before the liquid hardened and expanded to block out all sound was Calad saying "This isn't personal, girl. It's just business."

With that, her gag was untied and as Jania let out one last squeal, the bag was stretched over her face and she watched helplessly as her world turned black.

Calad looked down at the squirming dragon on the floor. She was barely able to move her body at all, and from a distance she would have appeared completely still. The bag was tight over her face, forcing her mouth shut and cutting off her brief yell.

As the extra bit of the bag was gathered up at the top of her head near her horns, the ox and badger stretched it back along her body and secured it permanently to the dragon's twitching feet, forming a taut strap along the dragon's back and forcing her head up. As the last of the re-heated rubber cooled and pulled even tighter, locking the dragon's head in place, he surveyed the results.

The dragon was completely immobilized, kneeling on the floor with her arms stretched out behind her, her toes curling toward her ass under the rubber, her tail bent and strapped down across her back, her breasts lightly pressing against the floor, and her head pulled up by the strap between her feet and horns that would lock her body permanently in that position.

The rubber was cooled enough to where he could see the features of her face such as indents for the eyes, the lines of her snout, the bumps for her nostrils, the curved lumps for her ears, the crests of her cheekbones, all coated by rubber with not enough detail to ever identify her.

All that was left of the purple dragon was a blind, deaf, slightly squirming rubber and metal toy rocking gently at his feet and making quiet, muffled noises.

As Calad looked down at yet another anthro, this time a strong dragon, turned permanently into an immobile, rubber decoration at his whim, he began to feel flustered and aroused, her useless, tiny squirms filling his head with thoughts he'd never considered with other victims before. He looked at her shapely hips and plump ass, her heavy breasts coated in rubber and separated by a metal band and realized that he wanted this dragon. He could finally see the fun of having such an anthro as a display piece in his house. He wanted to keep her bound up and adorably, sexily, helpless forever.

Almost in a daze, he lifted one foot and placed his sole over her rubber face, basking in the delight at feeling the trapped dragon push and move against his foot.

"Uhhh... Boss?" the ox said, snapping Calad out of his moment.

"What?" he asked grumpily, trying to hide the boner he was beginning to sport.

"What about her breathing?" the ox asked, gesturing at the dragon whose shuddering and small thrashing was beginning to increase.

"Oh. Of course. Give her a tube and then load her up," Calad said, walking away and looking out a window as the other anthros hurried to clean up. "We leave in five minutes. We were never here."

--

As the thick rubber of the bag was pulled tight over her face, forcing her mouth closed and blocking out all light, Jania begged uselessly to be let out, to be freed from her prison. She couldn't even hear her own begging. She had no idea how loud she was being, or how much of her pleas were actually getting through to her captors.

No! No! She yelled mentally. This can't be happening! I'm innocent! They've got the wrong person! They can't just lock me up like this because of an accident! I don't want to be like this forever! This is a mistake! They have to let me out!

Jania couldn't believe it. It couldn't be real life. She kept trying to wake up or blink and open her eyes but there was nothing there. It was real life. She'd been bagged up permanently and there was no way for her to escape.

Then she felt a tugging against her head and her face was forced up to look straight ahead as she felt the tension enter her feet as well. She tried to move any part of her body but couldn't. They'd stuffed her in a bag and bound her with metal, and now she couldn't stand, stretch out, move her arms, bend her head down, or move her tail. Any of those actions first met with the resistance of the rubber and then met the hard metal bands encircling her body. She was locked in a dark prison made perfectly for her body with no key or knot to be undone. Each wiggle and strain further reinforced how trapped she was.

But that wasn't even her most pressing issue. In the dark silence she tried to breathe but only found rubber pressed against her nostrils and barely open mouth. She tried again, but there was no change. She couldn't breathe! In her panicked state she was using far more oxygen than normal, and she could already feel her lungs burning as she rocked desperately in her bonds, trying anything to get some air.

Surely they didn't spend all that time binding me up just to let me suffocate? She thought, her lungs screaming for air.

Then she felt something press against her immobile face through the rubber and realized it was a foot. She squirmed helplessly in her bonds, hoping that she wouldn't die of suffocation in her own living room while bound up with a foot on her face.

Her lungs were moving mechanically now, fluttering and trying to get any air, anything. But it was no use and Jania could feel herself losing consciousness in the darkness around her.

Then a hole opened in the bag near her mouth and she was suddenly able to suck in a trembling lungful of fresh air through the small opening. It was barely enough, but it was enough. The hole widened somewhat and she was able to breathe again almost normally, relief flooding into her brain as her aching lungs filled again. Then a small tube was pushed through the hole and into Jania's mouth. The tube restricted her breathing some more, making her work for each breath, but it was better than suffocating.

She felt herself get lifted into the air and carried away, powerless to avoid her new future of becoming an object.

--

Calad watched the four anthros each grab a metal handle on the crisscrossing bands and lift the dragon into the air. He gasped quietly to himself as he saw how perfectly the bagged dragon kept her bound up, taut form even when lifted off the ground. As they passed him on their way out the door, he plucked at the stretched strap of extra bag running between her head and feet and listened to the satisfying twang, knowing that she would be curled up and immobile forever. He watched her rubber-covered ass disappear down the hallway and groaned as his cock twitched again.

As they were driving away in the van, heading back to HQ since they'd only brought one bag, he was sitting next to the display dragon in the back and watching her bagged-up form jiggle tightly and press against the metal bands when they hit a bump or went around a turn.

He reached out and pet the object's head calmly, savoring the muffled protests and pleas that he'd never be able to understand between the labored breathing and the thick rubber.

"We're not going to sell this one at auction," he said to the van at large. "Ah-ah! Don't start with that," he said as the other anthros began to complain. "I'll pay for her. But she's mine. We'll pick up the monitor tomorrow night, no harm no foul."

Jania would have disagreed with that last statement, had she been able to hear it. Anyway, she was too busy contemplating her new role in life and trying to ignore someone's paw as it stoked her ass and slid down between her thighs.

--

"It's state of the art, sir," the technician said, stepping back from his final inspection of the dragon-shaped decoration. "Your rubber and metal dragon sculpture shouldn't produce any waste and shouldn't need to be fed, so long as you keep the syringe tanks full." The technician crossed one more thing off his list. "The tanks are stored in the pedestal and will auto-inject the sculpture when necessary. You can move the sculpture but remember to put it back on the pedestal before too long so that you don't damage it."

Calad nodded and saw the technician out of his office, thanking him for his team's help. Once he was alone once more, he returned to stand in front of his new display piece. He could feel his cock growing through his pants as he looked at the dragon-shaped object on the pedestal. It had cost him a small fortune, a mistake, and a fair amount of time, but he'd taken a free, sentient, anthro dragon and turned her into an object meant only for display, never again to have freedom or a life outside the rubber bag he'd stuffed her into. The bound and curled-up dragon was his to ogle, display, or play with however he liked. As far as the world was concerned, Jania the dragon no longer existed.

Besides the new pedestal and flood lights designed to show off his decoration as much as possible, the only other change to the object had been the addition of a puffy sleeve gag that looked more like a fleshlight where the breathing tube had once been. This allowed the object to breathe as long as it worked hard, panting in and out of the small hole in the gag to get its vital oxygen.

Shaking with excitement, he stepped up to the sculpture so that its snout was almost touching his chest. He ran his hands over its rubber face and down its chest to fondle its breasts where they squished slightly against the pedestal. He ignored the muffled grunts, whimpers, and whines coming from the object. He'd been assured by his friends who already owned their own displays that the noises would stop after a few months. The object rocked and shook slightly as the dragon inside pushed against its inescapable bonds once more, but the useless struggles only aroused Calad even more.

He placed a small step-stool in front of the pedestal and climbed it, dropping his pants to reveal his tented underwear. He stripped further and smiled in satisfaction at seeing that his cock was perfectly level with the statue's sleeve gag. As he slid his cock into the puffy gag, he suddenly cut off the object's air supply and groaned in horny satisfaction as he felt the flailing tongue of a helpless dragon slathering his shaft. There was also a fantastic sucking sensation on his member as the object strained for its already limited air supply but got nothing with his cock in the way. He gave the object two long, slow thrusts before pulling all the way out and listening to the panting of his display. He gave it a couple moments and then thrust back in, feeling his cock grind against the wet roof of the object's mouth and slide along its probing tongue.

He pulled out again and gave the object one hard, desperate pant before thrusting in once more and restarting the process. After a while he gripped the object's horns and blew his load, not able to thrust in as far as he wanted lest he knot the display's mouth and cause a real problem. He came torrents into the dragon statue, having waited a week for this. He then held his cock inside its mouth, pushing it side to side and not letting it breathe until it got the message and dutifully cleaned his cock off with its tongue, forced to swallow his seed before he would pull out.

Once he finally did pull out, he heard a deep, gasping breath of air rush into his statue and smiled to himself, patting the object's rubber head and admiring his new decoration.

Inside the bag, Jania was dull with helplessness, trying to swallow down the taste of Calad's cock and cum and doing her best not to remember that this was her future, that she had been turned into nothing but a faceless, identityless rubber object bound in metal and fated to be a display piece all because of a simple mistake.