Cleave Gagged Mga Nobela at Kwento

I don’t think twice as I pull out one of the gags. I glance down at the huge bulge pressing against my sweats, “Hmm, I think I have a problem, Baby Doll.” Peeking over at her, I see that she is now gaping at my crotch, “On your knees, Baby Doll. I’m going to test this gag out on you.” I grin as she checks out the gag I have dangling in my hand. It’s a strap with a round mouthpiece so I can fuck her mouth. She lowers herself to her knees, never taking her eyes off the gag until I place the mouthpiece in her mouth and buckle it on. “Are you okay?” I ask, making sure it isn’t too much.

The faint glint of a watch caught the light as he rolled up his sleeves. He wasn’t looking at me. His head was turned slightly to the right, gaze fixed on something—or someone else. A sick feeling pooled in my stomach as I followed his line of sight. And then I saw her. “Cleo…” The name escaped me, muffled and choked. That was when I realized something was digging into my mouth. A gag. Thick, rough fabric tied tight behind my head, cutting into the corners of my lips. My chest constricted.

I watched with both curiousity and eagerness as he twisted the cotton on his hand and he leaned in and tied it around my head, covering my mouth. Boom, it was a gag. I tried to chuckled but my sound was muffled by the gag, I had a fear of being voiceless, my fingers dug into my mouth trying to pull the fabric off, I couldn't, I put my hands behind my head trying to untie it. I saw his eyes lighten with excitement as he watched me struggle to take off the gag, it was impossible. “Too tight?." He asked me, I shook my head. It was not tight at all, it was perfect.

but, it felt ridiculous. He took his mighty thing closer to my mouth and brushed it with it, "Haaa". I glared at her, breathing heavily, I know I have to do it. I slowly opened my mouth, he didn't even take it easy, he digged it in, and I could feel it in my throat. He gagged me, knocking my head over and he didn't care, he was doing it as if it was a real V. His groaning went louder, and louder as he finally exploded in me, then I began my job mu licking it off.

Blood pours from it by the time I’m finished, coating his mouth and chin before dripping onto a shirt that used to be white. “He’s suffocating,” Roger observes in a flat voice. He might as well be commenting on the weather. “He’ll need to lose the gag unless you want to end this soon.” No fucking way. I’m just getting started.I yank the gag free, and he gasps, sucking in as much air as he can. “You… made your point… fucker.” “Not even close.” I bend to free the knife sheathed at my ankle, then hold it up for him to see. “We’re just getting started.”

Gia felt Raven’s hand gently touching her face, wiping away the tears that had seeped out near her nose. "Are you ready?" Raven prepared to remove the tape from her mouth. Gia nodded. "Sorry..." Raven pulled the tape off with a quick motion to minimize the pain, but Gia still felt a burning sensation around her mouth. Gia took a deep breath, but more tears quickly followed the relief. Her emotions were still raw. Raven embraced her again, and this time, her sobs were clearer, as her mouth was now free. Hearing her cry, Raven decided to move quickly, preparing to get Gia out of there. Although she was still in his arms, Raven’s hands moved freely, working to undo her restraints.

“If you don’t tell me what I want to know, I’m going to carve out your tongue, witch. Then I’m going to split open your stomach and let our intestines hang out as a meal for the vermin that inhabit these cellars. They’re purposefully left hungry…until I offer up a victim. The rodents will come and eat you alive. But you won’t even be able to scream.” Gabe’s lips pulled back into a cruel laugh, eyes dark as night. “Because your mouth will be sewn shut.”

“Have you forgotten what happened, Cleo? You shouldn’t be modeling.” The words struck Cleopatra like a sledgehammer, knocking the air from her lungs. A surge of old pain flared within her, instantly transforming into a blazing, unyielding defiance. Her hand jerked free from Guinevere’s grasp, snapping away as if severing the weight of memory itself, her eyes alight with fury.

Dave stood at the foot of the bed, with his arms crossed, and eyes dark with possession. I gasped at the double pressure a sharp and pulsing ache. He reached down, unbuckling whatever held my mouth shut that I'd definitely look up if I survived this. The moment it slipped free, I gasped for air, my lips tingling from the strain. “The ball gag is off,” he said smoothly. “You can speak now.” Ball gag, I see. I worked my jaw, swallowing hard, trying to catch up with what was happening. “You…” My voice was hoarse. “What is this?”