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The truck rumbled and bounced around as it drove, the back completely empty apart from the sole Pokemon that sat on a bench. An Absol, a heavy chain connected from the wall to an equally heavy collar locked tightly around her throat. Eve clutched at it, trying to prevent painful tugs as she was bounced around. She was being driven down a rough road and the suspension on the slave truck wasn't very good.

It had been a very long drive, but that just meant that she'd had a lot of time to think. The pokemon had been sold from the auction house that had owned her to an anonymous buyer, who exactly she didn't know. All she'd been told was that it'd been for a sizable amount, and to get into the truck. Either way, she had a strong sense of foreboding; something was coming, and it wasn't good.

Her white fur was mostly uncovered, the house only having given her a bra and underwear to cover herself with; little point in giving a slave anything more and most didn't even wear that much. It still felt like a little bit of protection, though the Absol knew quite well that it wouldn't last. Almost as soon as the thought came, the sound of the truck's engine became quieter as the vehicle slowed, stopping altogether and then backing up with a beeping sound.

Hands still around the chain, Eve gulped and inched back along the bench as much as she could, right up to where the metal collar began to dig into her throat as she stared at the double doors. The engine died altogether, the sudden silence sounding very eerie to the pokemon after the long hours of white noise.

Eve jumped as a loud clang echoed through the box, the doors swinging open a moment later. Harsh white light from giant spotlights above flooded the truck, silhouetting the tall, horned form of a dragon. There was a glint of a smile as he hauled himself up, grabbing at the chain that tied her to the wall. "Late night deliveries," he grunted, more to himself. "Get up!"

The order was accompanied with a harsh shake of the chain, making the Absol squeak. She knew better than to speak without invitation though, standing up quickly and following. She was almost yanked bodily out of the truck as the dragon jumped down, only just managing to scramble and land on her feet.

The dragon marched forwards, giving Eve little chance but to follow as quickly as she could, barely having any time to look around. She was on a loading dock of sorts, though it seemed pretty deserted, with no other people and only a few trucks. Before she could really get curious though, she was being pulled inside.

Everything was concrete, bare and dimly lit with lights every few metres. The dragon didn't seem at all fazed, leading Eve through quickly. The further into the building she got, the more worried she became. The air was thick with industrial smells: solvents, ozone, and something that smelled very much like rubber, all in large amounts. Heart beating faster with every step, the Absol gulped past the collar. "S-sir?" she asked, not able to help herself, too worried and curious to hold back.

At once, the dragon gave a fierce growl, giving the chain such a hard yank that Even went to her knees, scrambling back up so she wasn't pulled along by the neck. She decided it was better not to speak after that.

There were doors lining the hall and the dragon led her past the first few, stopping suddenly at one that seemed identical to all of the rest. It opened with a soft click, Eve keeping her hands clasped close to her chest as she peered in, tugged inside a moment later. Like the rest of this place, it was bare concrete. There was a metal table in the centre, steel cuffs covering it in strategic places. There was a metal cart covered with a cloth next to it; that alone made Eve give a little mewl of worry. It didn't help that she noted the floor was slightly sloped down to a drain at the other end. After all that, she paid no attention to a large box in the corner.

"Onto the table," the dragon commanded, the words ringing around the room. Eve didn't dare hesitate, shivering as she hopped up onto the cold steel, eyeing all of the cuffs. The dragon reached for her and she flinched slightly, but he only undid the latch of the collar. Even with the current situation, she couldn't help feel relieved as the weight was removed. "Lie back."

The next order did make her hesitate, but a lifetime of being a slave meant it was only for a second. Gulping, the pokemon did as she was told, laying back and positioning her body into the open restraints. One by one, the dragon snapped them closed which triggered a rubber membrane to inflate, holding her completely immobile. Each of Eve's limbs were held in three places, over each joint, more cuffs over her waist, hips, and throat. By the time it was done, she could barely move at all.

"Can't fucking wait until they automate all this," the dragon grumbled. Eve remained silent, staring up and waiting. There was a mirror above her, letting herself from toes to horn, tightly tied down. There were tubes and pipes suspended above the table too though, and one really big one. "This factory makes enough without me having to do all the work..."

He threw back the cover for the cart, though now the pokemon couldn't see what was on it. "First...piercing," the dragon murmured, picking something up. "Poke out your tongue."

Eve took a moment to lick her lips before obeying, trembling a little. Piercing did not sound good. The tip of her tongue poked past her lips, but that wasn't enough. The dragon grabbed it and yanked it out, making the pokemon gag, eyes wide. In a fluid movement, he moved a silvery gun to her tongue, an inch back from the tip. As soon as it touched her, a sharp pain made Eve yelp and she tried to jerk her tongue back, the dragon letting her. As soon as it was in her mouth, the large piercing was very obvious, the ache strong but already fading.

"Whath..." Eve tried to say, but her tongue felt heavy and unwieldy. The piercing was larger and heavier than someone would normally have, and it made it very difficult to speak at all. The dragon had already put the piercing gun down, picking up something much larger.

"Lift your head up," he ordered. "Need to mask you before we continue."

Eve's eyes widened and she gave a small, thick moan as she saw it. The mask was thick latex, black and shiny, with the face that, surprisingly, looked moulded to her own. There was even a place for her horn. A thick band of darkened glass went around where her eyes were supposed to go, and the mouth was a wide O shape. She tried to shake her head, but bound she couldn't do much to resist anyway.

The dragon simply grabbed her by the horn and yanked her head up and around, the mask soon following. The top half was hard and firm, like a shell as it fit perfectly over the top of her muzzle and head. More worrying though, was what was in the mouthpiece. Something forced it's way between her lips, a kind of half-tube that left her tongue free but kept her jaws spread open, mouth firming that same O shape. The sheath went a little way into her throat, making her gag, but thankfully didn't go any deeper. The rest of the mask was stretchy latex, squeezing her tightly from every direction.

Eve gave a little wheeze as the dragon let her fall back, staring up at herself in the mirror. "Aaaahhhnn..." she moaned softly; the mask gave her a featureless, anonymous look, a blank bit of tinted glass removing any sense of personhood from her face. She moved her tongue around, feeling the sheath and how it held her mouth open, only to jump ever so slightly as a bright green tick appeared on the visor, only visible in the mirror above her and not from her side of the glass.

"Oh, that," the dragon grunted. "Your communication system from now one, controlled by the piercing. Since I'm supposed to explain it...move your tongue left for the tick, which means 'yes' or 'okay'. Move to the right for a question mark, which means 'slave doesn't understand'. Moving back means 'thank you, master' and makes a heart."

Hesitantly, Eve tried all of the things he said, seeing each of the three things pop up on the visor. "Good, you got it," he said, rummaging around. Eve was still trying out her new method of communication, though her tongue was already tired from moving the piercing. With her attention fixed on the shapes that were appearing on her mask, she didn't notice what the dragon was doing, not until her bra was unceremoniously ripped off of her.

She didn't have time to blush or feel embarrassed, only giving a loud yelp as there was a sudden sharp pain in her left nipple, then a second later the same in her right! It was only when the dragon's hands had moved away that she saw the two thick, heavy, golden rings that had been pierced through her flesh. A talon came and came one a rough tug, making the pokemon squeal and arch to try and relieve the pressure, but she could barely move.

"Never gets old," the dragon chuckled, leaning over to rip off her panties too. "Your instructions are for all three piercings; whoever buys you is lucky as fuck."

It took a few moments for the meaning of the words to reach Eve's brain, engrossed as she was in the ache in her breasts, but her eyes went wide beneath the visor. The dragon's fingers spread her sex callously, without any regard for her comfort until he found what he was looking for. Two fingers baring the Absol's vulnerable clit, his other hand brought a third heavy ring.

Eve couldn't bear to look, shutting her eyes, but she definitely felt it as pain exploded through her, a rough scream making its way from her through as her clit throbbed and ached, the golden ring dangling right from the centre of her nub, so very clearly visible between her legs. With a ring that big, it would be impossible to hide.

"Funnily enough, that's probably the most painful part," the dragon laughed. "Probably not the worst though, not for you."

With all three of her most sensitive points aching and throbbing from their new adornments, Eve had no idea even what to expect. Her heart was hammering, and she didn't have a clue what was going on. She had assumed that she was getting sold to some new master to be a maid or something, but all of this made her feel like she couldn't be further from the truth. She was scared now though, trying to see what the dragon was doing, but the mask cut off all of her peripheral vision.

When she could next see, he was holding something she'd never seen before. It looked rather like a hacksaw, but instead of a blade there was a thick line of crackling blue energy, giving off a strong smell of ozone. "This won't hurt as much as you think," the dragon said, eyes narrowing in concentration as he bent over her arm. Carefully, like he was performing surgery, he held the line of energy over her arm, just above the elbow, then pressed it down firmly.

Eve let out a whimpery gasp. It stung and burned, but it wasn't all that painful. But the sight of it slipping through her arm was horrifying; in only a second, it had cut through cleanly, the cuffs there popping open so that the dragon could lift her arm clean off of the table, placing it over to one side. The Absol couldn't think, couldn't comprehend what was happening. She tried to move her arm and the new stump waggled a bit, but she wasn't bleeding at all. The dragon wasted no time in reaching for something else, placing a kind of black cap at the end of her limb. There was a deep ache and a juddering sensation, then the black cap was attached cleanly to her, a smooth dome replacing where her arm had been.

"Screws in place," the dragon grinned. "Neat stuff, huh? Easy amputations, and then you've got these anchor points, attached right to the bone." He leaned in conspiratorially. "I hear some of the more kinky fucks like to hang their dolls up from them."

Beneath the visor, Even squeezed her eyes shut, whimpering in shock as dread slowly turned her cold. She couldn't watch as the dragon moved around her, feeling the unnatural sensation as, one after the other, her other arm and both legs were removed, leaving only useless stumps behind. When she finally dared look, black caps adorned the ends of her new, stubby limbs, making her go colder still.

"Remember how to thank?" the dragon snickered. "I think you should thank me, go on." Eve didn't do anything, staring, at least until he gave her clit ring a twist. Squealing, she pushed her tongue back over and over, making a red heart spam the screen of her mask. "Good," the dragon laughed. "You're learning. Only a few more things though...oh yeah, the suit. I'd hold your breath if I were you."

He left her side, moving to the side of the room and pulling a lever. There was a gurgle from above, and the sound of something rushing through pipes. From the very largest one, a flood of black suddenly fell all over Eve, smelling strongly of rubber. She squealed, shutting her eyes instinctively even with the visor, and taking a deep breath. The liquid filled her open mouth and splashed down over her body, going everywhere. For a moment, it was all still...then the rubber began to move on its own.

The pokemon tried to each, feeling it squirm under her so that every inch, front and back was covered. It was blocking her airways, moving around inside her muzzle, but she was much more concerned with her lower belly. Without any warning, the rubber rushed inside her sex and tailhole, spreading her wide with lengths that only grew until the Absol felt utterly stuffed. She gave a squeeze, trying to force them out, but the shapes only flexed oddly; they were hollow sheaths, keeping her open right to her cervix in her pussy, and further in her ass.

Lungs already burning, Eve tried to exhale with the last of her breath, but the latex was waiting for that.; as soon as she tried, it rushed down her throat, creating the third sheath. She was sheathed right down to her voicebox. Only then she was able to breathe, gasping in quickly and trying to howl again. To the Absol's shock, only a light groan left her, barely audible. The sheath had completely removed her ability to make a sound other than that.

Opening her eyes again, Eve looked at her final form in the mirror. She barely recognised her reflection: the mask was now seamlessly and irremovable attached to the suit, removing all of her marks and features. She was covered completely in the rubber, not a strand of fur visible. The gold rings glinted at her breasts and sex, drawing attention to them, if the wide O's marking her spread holes didn't do that already. Eve had been turned into a featureless, anonymous doll.

"Pretty good job, if I do say so myself," the dragon said, running a paw over the Absol's belly and giving her chest a rough squeeze, the rubber squeaking. "I'll have to come back to you to have some fun...but quotas to meet and all. Have to get you stored up."

All of the cuffs unlocked themselves, Eve immediately starting to squirm but the most she could do was waggle the stumps of her limbs around, squeaking softly the latex moved about and wheezing gently. Her tongue was moving, flashing messages across her screen but she realised only then with a jolt that there was no message that was negative.

Her struggles had never been more useless, the dragon picking her up with ease. "Stop moving, or I'll drop you," he warned, carrying her effortlessly over to the box in the corner. It was open now, letting Eve see inside. It was just large enough to fit her, now that her limbs had been removed. Four metal plates were placed around the inside, but it was the massive equine dildo at the bottom.

Manoeuvring her carefully, the dragon placed her in the box. The metal at the end of her limbs locked themselves to the metal plates, immobilising the Absol. She groaned and wheezed, blinking quickly beneath the visor as she spammed the question mark across her mask, but the dragon, having made sure one leg was attached, began to push her down onto the dildo.

The loudest groan she could make left Eve as she sunk down. Her sex, already spread by the sleeve, was pushed much further now, forcing her muscles wide as she popped over the medial ring, her own weight helping force the toy into her. Only when the tip was jammed against her cervix did her other leg lock into place, ensuring that she couldn't budge an inch off of the horse cock inside her. Her pussy squeezed and tightened, trying to force it out and only succeeding in milking it.

That still wasn't the end. Reaching around behind her, the dragon forced a thick tube up the pokemon's rump, making her moan again as it snaked its way inside her. "Sometimes we store you for a while," the dragon explained grudgingly as more question marks appeared across her face. "That, and this, are to remove waste."

There was an even more uncomfortable sensation as the dragon knelt down, spreading the Absol's latex-covered folds to expose her urethra, pushing a catheter into it and through to her bladder. "So you don't make a mess."

The very last tube was unhooked from beside Eve's head, pushed past her lips and into her throat. She tried to gag but with her throat fully sheathed, she couldn't. Magnets in the mask held the tube in place, even as Eve shook her head from side to side, trying to dislodge it. The dragon lined up her arms with the plates until they too were locked in place, leaving the pokemon stuffed everywhere possible and utterly immobile.

The dragon smiled down at her, the look evil on his face. "I'm sure you won't be in there for more than a couple of weeks," he said. "Couple months at the latest. But I'll be sure to visit if you're not sold soon... You'll be fed and cleaned out when you need it."

With that, he shut the door to the box, plunging Eve into darkness. The dragon latched and locked the outside, listening for a moment to see if he could hear her inside. He couldn't. With a grin, he tapped some buttons on the outside of the box, starting the feeding and cleaning cycles. Just for fun, he also enabled the vibrate function on the dildo, just on a medium setting.

Inside, Eve quivered and moaned and quivered some more as her sex erupted with sensation, making her entire lower body tingle and shudder. She yanked at her legs and arms but couldn't move them an inch, locked in the dark with no way out and nothing but a tease stuffing her painfully wide.