Scott, a young male jackal, walked out of the convenience store. The 25-year old jackal was relatively new in town, but he was already pretty well known and well liked. It wasn't surprising; he was a bit quiet and shy, but with his natural good looks and charisma, he was easy to befriend. He even already had dates with a few of the females in town, attracted to him by his beautiful golden-brown fur and yellow eyes. This particular night he planned on spending alone at home with a good book, but found he needed some quick supplies. It was a nice night, so he walked to the store, about seven or so blocks from his apartment. He was stopped about a block away from his apartment by a wolf who didn't look to be much older than he was.
     "Ah, excuse me, sir," the wolf said. "I'm terribly sorry to bother you, but do you happen to have a cell phone that I could borrow? You see, my car broke down a couple of blocks down, and I've been trying to find a pay phone to call a taxi or a tow truck or something..."
     "Of course, here, use my cell phone!" Scott said, reaching into his pants pocket and handing the wolf his phone. "That's terrible that your car is broken down, I do hope there's nothing terribly wrong with it," he offered sympathetically. The wolf nodded.
     "Thank you so much, sir, you're a life saver!" Scott was unaware of a shadowy figure dressed in all black silently approaching him from behind. "At least it's a nice night to have to wait."
     "I couldn't agree more, it's beautiful out tonight. My name is Scott, by the way," he said as he offered a paw to shake. He didn't receive an answer, though, as the figure suddenly grabbed Scott from behind in a headlock, holding a chloroform-soaked rag over Scott's muzzle and nose. Scott struggled and tried to scream, but it was to no avail. He fell to the ground, seeing his attackers -- a fox, the one who had grabbed him from behind, and the wolf he had spoken to, grinning while he idly played with the cell phone in his paws -- looking down at him as he faded into unconsciousness.

     A few hours later, Scott slowly began to regain consciousness; as soon as he had regained the faculties to, he snapped awake, opening his eyes. He tried to sit up, but found he was laying on his back, his paws and feet securely tied spread-eagled to the corners of a large wooden board. He struggled to sit up, but the ropes tying him down were tight and the knots were well-tied. A strange smell suddenly hit his nose. He knew it smelled vaguely familiar, but it wasn't until he lifted up his head to look around and noticed his entire (now naked) body was now covered by black fur that he realized what it was -- it was the smell of permenent fur dye. As he looked around, he saw his captors standing nearby. They, too, were naked as they watched, and obviously aroused by his position. The fox held a video camera, a red light indicating it was recording, while the wolf was cleaning the remnants of the fur dye off of him.
     "What is this?!" Scott shouted. "What's going on here?! Answer me! Help me! Somebody, help me! He--" Scott's cried were cut off as the wolf walked over and squeezed Scott's muzzle shut with a paw.
     "You want to know what's going on? Well, here it is," he said calmly. "We've been watching you for a few weeks, and you're the one. You're perfect to be the star of the video we're making," he explained as he nodded at the fox's video camera, using his paw which wasn't holding Scott's muzzle to lightly rub Scott's sheath with his claws as Scott's well-endowed member began to poke out. "Absolutely perfect," the wolf said with a grin. "So here's the deal. You and your equipment here," he said as he began to lightly paw Scott off, only encouraging his erection-to-be to continue, "are going to star in our movie. If you do, we'll not only let you go, but we'll pay you quite handsomely for the part. Something to the tune of, oh, we'll say a thousand dollars in cash?" The wolf let go of Scott's muzzle so he could respond.
     "And if I refuse?" Scott asked, still tugging at the ropes.
     "It's very simple. If you refuse, we'll just kill you. We've got a paying audience for those sorts of things, too," the wolf answered nonchalantly. Scott sighed.
     "I don't guess I really have a choice, do I? All right, I'll be in your movie."
     "Excellent," the wolf said with a smile, pleased. The wolf took a nearby knife off the table, walking over to Scott. "Remember," he said as he placed the sharp point of the knife against Scott's throat, "if I even see the slightest hint of rebellion in you, I'll slit your throat. No questions asked." Scott nodded nervously.
     "I... I understand," he mumbled quietly.
     "I'm glad." With that, the wolf used the knife to cut the ropes tying Scott down.

     The wolf led Scott to a closet, and pulled out some items, handing them to Scott.
     "Here, this is your costume. Put it on," the wolf said. "I'll be getting into my own costume as well." Both costumes looked very similar; they consisted of Egyptian-style clothing, two wristbands and two anklebands, a belt with an attached front and back loincloth, and a shoulderpiece. The wolf's, however, were made of standard fabric, while Scott's were made from shiny gold fabric. The fox was still nearby, still filming everything that was happening. When they were dressed, the wolf took two more small things out of the closet -- liquid eyeliner, gold for Scott, and black for him. He applied the eyeliner to Scott, then turned to a nearby mirror, doing his own. Once he was finished, he began to gather up materials, tossing them into a small canvas bag.
     "So what do I have to do?" Scott asked.
     "It's very simple. The movie's premise is that Anubis, the jackal god of Egypt -- that's you, of course -- has been tricked and captured by a simple peasant. After being used, in a twist of fate the peasant mummifies Anubis and buries him alive." Scott's ears flattened against his head slightly at the mention of the words "being used." The wolf continued. "Being a god, of course, Anubis will continue to live, meaning an eternity of torment until he is found and freed. But don't worry, we won't be burying you alive. In fact, you might even enjoy yourself!" the wolf added with a sly grin.

     The three now moved from the basement of the captors' house to their backyard. The backyard, with a solid high fence for privacy, was already set up to look like a desert. It was a good job, too; the fence was lined with paper with a horizon painted on it, and the lawn everywhere was completely covered in sand. The fox began to set up a tripod, attaching the camera to it, while the wolf set down his bag of materials and pulled out a short length of rope. He walked behind Scott, raising his tail and pulling his paws behind his back, tying them tightly together so that Scott could scarcely even move them. His tail was held in a raised position behind his tied paws. Scott pulled against the ropes, whining slightly.
     "These are awfully tight," he whimpered. Remorselessly, the wolf walked back in front of Scott, pushing him down to be on his knees.
     "Be quiet. You'll be getting worse later. Now get that tongue of yours in gear," he commanded as he moved his loincloth out of the way. Scott, embarrassed but with no choice, began to lap at the wolf's sheath. His cock began to poke out as he became aroused. "Yes, that's it," he murmured as Scott continued to work his tongue on the wolf's member, licking and lapping until the wolf's had a full erection. "Good, yes, very good," the wolf moaned. "Now put it in your mouth. And remember, make it good." Scott sighed, and opened his mouth, taking the wolf's member into his mouth, sucking on it as he worked it with his tongue. The wolf moaned in pleasure softly. Even though Scott had never done this before, he was very good at it, and it took only another minute before the wolf exploded into the surprised jackal's muzzle. He quickly pulled out, holding Scott's muzzle shut with a paw. "Swallow," he commanded. Scott, with no other choice, did as he was told, swallowing the wolf's seed, almost choking as he did. The wolf chuckled. "Very good. You're a natural at this. It's a shame I'm pretty sure you won't agree to make any more videos for us."

     While Scott coughed, trying to remember that as long as he did as he was told he would come out of this alive and okay, the wolf went over to the bag of materials, bringing back several thick, large rolls of white fabric tape. They looked like gauze bandages, but they had very strong adhesive on one side. The wolf untied Scott's paws from behind his back, and Scott rubbed his sore wrists. He didn't have much time to relax as the wolf grabbed his left paw, holding it out straight as he used one of the rolls to wrap from Scott's shoulder to his wrist. The wolf wrapped Scott's arm so tightly it caused Scott to wince in discomfort. He knew better than to complain, though, and the wolf finished by balling Scott's paw up into a fist, wrapping it tightly like that. He cut the tape from the roll, and Scott tried moving his arm, finding he could only barely bend it. He whimpered, but the wolf immediately began on his right arm, wrapping it the same way. Scott looked down at his arms; they were wrapped so tightly and were so compressed that they looked somewhat smaller than they really were. He whimpered, wondering if perhaps the wolf was being a little harsh.
     "Er... don't you think that's a bit tight? It really hurts..." Scott said softly, but the wolf glared at him, tightly wrapping a strip of tape around Scott's muzzle to keep him quiet.
     "Shut up. I'm wrapping exactly how I feel like wrapping. Now lay down." Scott whined, but did as he was told, laying down on the sand on his back. The wolf took Scott's left leg, starting near his crotch and wrapping it as tightly as he wrapped Scott's arms, wrapping it down to the ankle. He stretched Scott's foot out as far as he could, tightly wrapping it in that position. When he was finished and cut the tape from the roll, Scott's leg was also compressed and straight, tapering to almost a point at the end. His right leg was next wrapped in the same manner. At this point, the wolf nodded to the fox, who walked over from behind the camera, which was still sitting on the tripod recording everything. The fox picked Scott up with no problems, holding him by the waist up vertically, and the wolf pulled Scott's tail up against his back, wrapping it tightly to his torso and continuing to wrap Scott's torso from armpit level down to his waist. Scott moaned and began to squirm; the pressure on his chest was making it a bit hard to breathe.

     The fox let Scott slide down a bit until he was being held up from under his armpits, and the wolf squatted down, using his claws to lightly tickle Scott's sheath. Upon being touched, Scott squirmed, and it didn't take much coaxing from the wolf's light touch for Scott's cock to begin to poke out of its sheath. The wolf licked Scott's member, using his tongue while he used his paw to fondle Scott's balls. Scott shivered, and after about a few minutes of that, Scott closed in on orgasming. The wolf, however, quickly took a length of string from nearby, wrapping it tightly around Scott's balls and cock, making them protrude slightly, then grabbed his roll of tape and wrapped them like they were, continuing to wrap the rest of Scott's crotch, butt, and everything else that wasn't wrapped between his torso and legs. Scott moaned, partially out of pain and partially from being teased like that. He tried to reach his wrapped cock with his paws, but the wolf stood up, forcibly bending them (making Scott scream into his tape gag) to cross his chest. The fox held them in place while the wolf took a fresh roll of tape, beginning to wrap Scott in one unbroken motion from the neck down, this time wrapping his arms crossed in place and his legs together. When the tape was cut, Scott looked like a perfect Egyptian mummy from the neck down. The wolf stood up, and grinned at Scott.
     "So long, Anubis," he said with a grin as he used the tape to wrap the terrified jackal's head as tightly as the rest of his body. Scott's features disappered into the tape as the wolf wrapped, making sure Scott's ears kept their shape. He wrapped Scott's head completely, with no gaps in the tape anywhere. Scott was completely mummified in the cloth tape, and he began to panic. He found, however, he could breathe through the tape quite easily. It was a small comfort, though, as he wriggled, finding his entire body was in pain from being so harshly compressed and absolutely immobile.

     The wolf took Scott this time as the fox took his camera off the tripod, following them back into the house, this time going into the living room. A large replica of a sarcophagus sat in the living room, the lid removed and laying next to it. The wolf laid the wriggling, moaning mummy into the sarcophagus, and with some effort lifted the large metal lid back onto it. It fit into place, and as it slid down the cries of the helpless jackal inside were completely silenced. The wolf began to tighten several bolts around the perimeter of the lid, permanently sealing it shut. Only after the last bolt was fully tightened and the wolf sighed, sitting on top of the sarcophagus to catch his breath did the fox finally stop filming. The fox set his video camera down, and sat next to the wolf, his paw wandering under the wolf's loincloth.
     "That was so hot," the fox said. The wolf grinned in agreement, kissing the fox passionately in return.
     "I think 'The Death of Anubis' is gonna be our best selling film yet, don't you?" asked the wolf.
     "Absolutely. But you have to promise me one thing," the fox said.
     "What's that?"
     "I get to play with our next star while you film!"