Cleave Gagged Novels & Stories

Creed also backed off now after seeing the non-vocal order. After spending over an hour and half with them, he has already learned the meaning of a few of the hand gestures. This one, particularly meant that others needed to back off and give him cover while he checks. Agenor pulled a dagger and stabbed between the crack. The dagger dug deeper inside the cleavage of the crack without much effort. He also noticed that this tree was bustling with the stench of burned wood that was strong enough to suppress any other smell. His dagger glided across the crack. As the crack grew bigger, a familiar shape began to reveal itself.

“AHH—FUCK—SHE BIT ME!” I lifted my brows pointedly. “That’s it,” the man with the bruised groin snapped. “I’m done. Tape her mouth shut.” “It IS shut,” another reminded him. “THEN DOUBLE IT!” He grabbed more tape. I shook my head violently, trying to roll away, but they pinned me down like I was a wild animal. When the extra tape slapped across the gag, I growled—literally growled—in frustration. Laughter erupted. “She’s pissed.” “Good.”

I grip the curtain at the side and part my mouth for a while before my teeth clatters together again. The parts of me I locked away are open and the darkness is slowly coursing out. It recreates my rage and most of all my hurt. I give up. I let it out. It flows down free, calling my insides to release some more. I place a palm over my mouth trying to hold it in but it does not. Then I throw my head back and let out a groan. That's when I feel the presence at the door.

My altered voice came out low and distorted. "Kneel." He dropped to his knees in the dirt, casting a nervy glance at the camera. I wedged the red ball gag between his lips, the leather straps fastened tightly behind his head. His saliva was already glistening at the corners of his mouth. I adjusted the camera angle so the whole scene was framed, his naked body, the gag and the open savannah behind him. "Crawl to the camera and tell everyone what a worthless bully you are," my warped voice commanded. Xavier hesitated, then shuffled forward on hands and knees. The words came out muffled around the gag but clear enough. "I'm a worthless bully. I deserve this."

“Ah. Seems like you have something to say.” I nodded almost immediately, But my jaw ached from the gag, and my tongue was burning with words I couldn’t release. Kael tilted his head. “Should I help you out?” He reached forward, his fingers brushing my chin almost gently. “Promise not to scream,” he said in a mock-sweet voice, “and I’ll loosen this for you.” I nodded. The moment the gag slipped free and my jaw loosened, I felt much better. my lips stung where the cloth had rubbed raw.

Mine. And maybe I was made for this kind of treatment, because it excites me. My nipples are in tight beads and as soon as I learn to loosen my throat muscles, I stop gagging and savor the robust flavor of male, the ridges along the tips of their flesh, the press of their sacs to my chin. “Going to give you a big load, sweetheart,” says Clement. “Look at me now. Give me those pretty, grateful eyes while it’s burning down your throat.”

I asked while removing my jacket and rolling up my sleeves. The man flinched, eyes darting between me and Caleb. I ripped the gag from his mouth, “I don’t ask twice,” I said coldly. He choked out a sob, “No…” And before he could blink, my hand coiled into a tight fist and flew right across his jaw. A sickening crack echoed in the room as his face swung to the other side. Behind me, Caleb hissed, “I told you I wanted to do that.” Leaning down, I sprawled my fingers into his scalp and gripped his hair tightly. He winced, and I relished the sound of it.

Lastly, he grabbed a length of torn cloth, forced her jaw opened, and tied it around her head as a vicious but effective gag. "UUUU!!!" She gaped at him imploringly. Already her jaw had begun to ache. He stroked her cheek with deceptive tenderness. "Come, you worthless cunt. Let's take you to the creek and get you cleaned up." Gorlann turned away and began to tug on the rope as he lifted the tent-flap. Before he could leave, though, Lord Kaelon called out.

“Then let’s correct you properly.” He stood and walked to the other side of the room.“Face me.” Lina faced him biting her teeth to stop her moans, “Open your mouth.” she did He slid something inside. It felt too cold, it was a training gag, it wasn't too big, it was just enough for her. She moaned behind it, her body reacting to it. “On your hands and knees,” he said, now sitting back on the edge of the bed. “And crawl to me slowly.”

To his credit, he was handling the situation well. “Are you okay?” She handed him a towel and stepped to the sink to wet another. “Mm-hmm. I just… need a minute.” She returned with the wet towel and helped him clean up. Gabe swallowed hard and said, “I have scrambled egg in my Croc.” Celina laughed. The sound burst from her chest as if it’d been held back by a locked gate. She couldn’t stop, so she covered her mouth with her arm. “I don’t think this is funny.” Gabe gagged again, and her howls renewed.