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Image 1, Bagged

Zheman could not know what was happened. He was bagged and dragged by the thugs on the street, and before he knew it, he was already bound, stripped naked to his underwear, blindfolded, and cramped inside a very small place. He thought he might be inside a crate, but the surface around him was too soft for a wooden or metal one. The whole place vibrated, as he was in something like in a vehicle... or train, or plane maybe? In any case, he could barely sit properly. His body was folded, with a hands-on back and legs at the front. His legs were probably cuffed, but his torso tightened with ropes. They were keeping him well as he could not even cut them loose with his claws.

And the smell ... he could not make it if it was annoying or ... enjoyable. A sock shoved inside his mouth and secured further with a belt to make sure it would not get out and removing his ability to utter even a single word. He was forced to taste the muskiness of the socks and filling his lung with it as well. It did not make him feel better, but instead, it made him awfully horny and unable to keep it down.

He tried to calm himself down, even though half of his mind was terrified with the turn of events. Struggling would not get him anywhere, so he was just shifting around to find a more comfortable place to stay while muttering unintelligible sounds and hoped that somebody would hear and rescue him. Probably someone from the police departments, before it was too late or they took him to a place where nobody would find him...

Image 2, Interrogation

He was blindfolded all the time, but he could recognize it.

After he got used to the cramped position, the vibration of a vehicle stopped. The place tilted forty-five degrees and something was rolling beneath him. A faint voice of a busy airport was heard, and then another sound of a car being started.

Another long time, and probably he had arrived at his destination. He was fully tilted, with him laying on his back. It was a silence, and then a sound of a zipper circling his body. The fresh air that touched his fur made him struggle and calling with unintelligible words, but they slapped his butt and took him up, finally unfolded.

Without taking off his blindfold, he was placed on a chair with hands still stuck on his back. They did not give him any chance to kick them off when they uncuffed his ankles, as they quickly strapped both of them to the chair legs. His body was also reinforced with another strong belt, keeping him still on the chair. He writhed and struggled again, but it was no use. It was too strong for him.

They asked him few yes-or-no questions, so they did not bother to take off his muzzle and the odorous sock musk still filled two of his senses to further confuse his answers. Zheman tried not to react or anything, but they sometimes punching and kicking him, playing with his nipples, and even his still hard cock.

After a long moment of torture and he still did not want to share anything, they stopped. They spoke something about him being ready, which furrowed him. The chair was then dragged away out of the room, along with him helplessly struggle and screamed for help, to somewhere...

Image 3, Containment

He was not sure where he was taken, but it was probably underground. The air turned cold, and the smell, ignoring the reek but intoxicating sock musk, was so damp. He kept struggling all the way but they did not have trouble taking him there.

Three guys, based on how many arms took care of him, unbuckled his straps from the chair. Of course, Zheman kicked and wriggled as he could even though he could see nothing and struggled based on his feeling. In the end, they put him in other predicaments.

They were putting him somewhere softer, like a bed, and strapped him there. First, they were working on his legs, his arms, and then the whole body. As they were finished, his neck, chest, arms, wrists, thighs, calves, ankles, and even his feet were stuck together. His hands were inserted into something like gloves that stopped his claws from messing up with the straps, even though he could not see it anyway. It was the most comfortable from the whole ordeal despite him could even barely lift his body. The musky smell now fully filled his lung when they covered his whole muzzle with the sock. His kidnappers laughed loudly when he thrashed left and right when he gasped for fresh air as his lung filled with the strong feet odor.

His kidnappers then wrapped it up while he was thrashing, where they tugged his straps, molesting him a bit, and then slid the bed on the side. A metal drawer door was slammed as he stopped moving. A locked sound, plenty of them, were echoed within the small room. The room was sealed tight that he could not even hear the sounds of steps going away. It was complete silence, a very deafening and annoying silence.

The bed creaked and the metal clinked as he thrashed, desperately to free himself. His muffled voice echoed like there were so many of him in the place. But no matter how he bucked and wriggled, the straps kept him tight. It was actually worse, as each breath choked him with the fusty scent. Not to mention his crotch still tight, and probably leaking, with no chance for him to touch it to take it out.

He struggled and whimpered for uncountable time, and slumped out of consciousness when he was exhausted, hoping it was all just a bad, bad dream.

Image 4, Escorted

He was not sure how long he had been sealed and strapped inside until his bed was taken out and once again the air outside relaxed his fur. Of course, he tensed in a blink of time as the hands grabbed him after he was unbuckled and pinned him on the ground. He could only scream in anger when they started to tie him up. Hands-on back, ankles tied together, and then his full body. For the first time, they took out his sock gag and left it only with his belt straps. He whimpered, and then instantly roared in anger again.

He was again all trussed up with stronger ropes than he had before, and probably claw-proof where he could cut it loose with his claws. The sun was probably just risen as it weakly burned his fur as he felt it was too long for him the last time he met the sunray. It was not last long as he was thrown somewhere, and before he got up, a door slammed just in front of him. He realized that he was in a car's luggage when he heard it vibrated and started.

The sound of the car’s machine was unbearably loud, as it was purposely to muffle his call for help he had been tried all the time. His muscles tensed as he struggled very hard to break free, curling and stretching all of his body.

Eventually, they stopped, and the car cab was opened as the sun once again kissed his fur, but stronger. Zheman’s struggle and muffled scream only invited laughs from his kidnapper. His spine trembled when shoved some socks inside his mouth again, contaminated his tongue and lung again with the intoxicated musky sock. It was not finished yet...

Image 5, Monument

The kidnappers took him somewhere like a pack of ham. They then put him kneeling on a hard, rough surface like marbles. It was somewhere outside, but high based on the winds.

They modified the ropes around him which were made by complicated crosses and knots around his torso. The kidnappers punished him by spanking and groping his crotch each time he struggled, which gave him a small whimper. They nailed him on the place, connecting most ropes on his body to the ground.

After they tugged and checked the knots, they covered him with something. They told him that he would be freed if he stood still and did not much moving. Zheman had no more chance to break free on his own, so he reluctantly complied. Strangely, he could hear that the steps were leaving him, along with a loud car sound slowly disappeared.

Did they leave him? Why would they do that? He thought.

Zheman then tried to struggle a bit, twisting and stretching his hands and twitching his legs, but he was like pulled from everywhere, to the ground. He could not stand up, only kneeling. He slowly called for help, uttering unintelligible sounds, even though he was afraid if the kidnappers were still around, watching him and might take him back to their hideout if he moved too much.

And then he heard plenty of steps surrounding him, along with the silent whispers but it had exciting tones. He widened his eyes when he heard an announcement about the promotion of a new monument. He remembered that there was going to be a new monument in a park in front of the police department, but it meant that he had been missing for three days.

Knowing that there were people around him, he called and struggled to find help, trying a way to shrug off the cloth that covered his body away.

It was too late for him to realize, that he was the replacement of the monument and that he was going to be seen almost by the entire city, defeated as he was.

Zheman screamed a muffled “STOP!” when the cloth was taken away and not only the air welcomed him, but also the eyes of the city folk. It was a gasp, a silence, and then laughter of hundreds of folks at once as they found a helpless, bound, naked, blindfolded, gagged with socks, and horny cop inside...

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