It’s too late for any last minute moves.
Charlie reaches down grabs you in a bear hug pinning your arms to your side as Ricky longes forward to cover your mouth. His massive paw covers most of your face. Making it hard to see. You feel yourself lifted up as your legs are lifted off the ground by one of them and they start to carry you away.
You hear a door being knocked open by a kick as they scuffle you into a room of some kind. The door shut behind by Charlie and you hear the audible click of the door being locked. The two Dogs throw you onto some old fabric couch, it smells of musty fur. Getting the first glimpse of your new surroundings it seems your in the security office. Camera monitors sitting on the desk with half eaten food and drink littered about the place.
“Pin him down! Grab his legs!” Ricky commands to Charlie. And he does just that. The enormous Doberman jumps on the couch with you and gets himself on top, pinning you helplessly into the cushions.
Ricky rummages around in a drawer and pulls out a muzzle with a small ball attached inside.
“This oughta make sure he’s quite enough!” It’s no use fighting as he slips on the harness over your face. This device clearing is made for someone with a snout but it works on you all the same. Giving you the appearance that you have a muzzle.
“There let him up, lets see how big that bone of your really is!”
Charlie gets up and spins you in one fell swoop, slapping on a pair of hand cuffs behind your back then spinning you again to sit you on the couch facing them, yanking on your belt and pants.
“MMMPH, MM, MMPH”
“Oh, Charlie it seems like he’s asking for more! HAHAHA”
Charlie is able to pull you pants and underwear down to your shoes leaving you exposed.
