Latex Gagged Novels & Stories

𝗚𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝘆 𝘁𝗲𝗲𝘁𝗵, 𝗜 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝘆 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘆𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝗳𝗿𝘂𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻. '𝘚𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥!! 𝘚𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥!! 𝘚𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥!! 𝘞𝘏𝘠?!! � �𝘏𝘠 𝘋𝘐𝘋 𝘐 𝘚𝘈𝘠 𝘛𝘏𝘈𝘛?!!!'

Who wouldn’t be angry at that? The moment Gerald finished typing, he got muted by the field control. “Damn it! You should seriously perform your own talents then! The person with the name, Ordinary Man, why are you pretending to be so great just because you topped up some money into your account?” The field control started typing and cursing at Gerald. By then Quera was already done applying her makeup and she said:

“It is good to see you again, child.” “Same,” Larissa said as she smiled at the older woman. Gabe walked into the classroom and looked between the two of them. It was plain to see he was still mad from the small tiff the couple had a few minutes earlier. The man unnerved her because of his looks, but Larissa just began to picture him without his skin, and she was back to normal. That was her trick. She used the old saying picture them naked but changed it to something she could actually do. She thought of them as an autopsy instead.

So much for hope. Lala heard, in groggy disbelief, unable to move very much for the sewn-up gash running from below her heart to the top of her groin in a black and red single rail line, as Porsche spluttered over the new 5G conspiracy theories. New age Luddites were burning down telecommunications masts, an act inspired by the rumour that the Chinese network was the cause of the coronavirus pandemic. Lala slumped. Porsche droned on, almost saying the word ‘shit’ as he described the treatment rubbed into the lanced buboes of plague victims.

"But just so you know, I still don't think this is a good idea." They returned to the kiss, and within minutes, their clothes littered the hardwood floor. The quiet bedroom was filled with the sound of sharp gasps, hurried breathing, and the cracking of the mattress springs. As Greg moved over her, Lila suddenly spoke up, her voice breathless against his shoulder. "I was publicly insulted by the members of the cosmetic production team today." Greg paused his movements for a second. "How?" He then sank back into his rhythm, his grip tightening on her hips.

Just… hurt. Deep hurt. Ethan looked furious instantly. “Who posted them?” “I don’t know,” Maya admitted. “People are reposting everything too fast.” Ethan dragged both hands through his wet hair in frustration. “This is getting out of control.” “No,” Lila whispered quietly. Her eyes stung again. “It already is.” Maya stepped closer carefully. “Come stay with me tonight.” Lila shook her head automatically. “I’m okay.” “You’re not.” “I said I’m okay.”

Reaching into her skirt, he peeled her green scalloped-edge cheeky panties off her bubble butt and down her thighs. "Stop, you asshole," she cursed, kicking her legs helplessly. Weaver rooted his nose in the gusset of her panties and inhaled her feminine scent -- sweet, musky odor inflaming his lust. Looking over her shoulder, Lacy saw his enraptured expression and felt sick. After one last deep whiff, he stuffed them into her mouth as a makeshift gag. He wasn't worried about anyone hearing them, but better to play it safe. Removing her tie, he bound her wrists together behind her back with it, turned her over, and spread her legs. His captive squirmed and shook. Cursed him through the gag.

As if in answer, fresh script bled into existence below the first line, letters forming in a slow, deliberate scrawl: > PAYMENT REQUIRED FROM EACH PARTICIPANT. > FALSEHOODS WILL BE REJECTED. > REPETITIONS WILL BE DEVOLVED TO VOID. “Devolved to void,” I repeated. “That sounds friendly.” Jax exhaled. “So no half-assed ‘I regret that haircut in ninth grade’ jokes.” “Would you?” I asked. He hesitated. “No,” he admitted. “Just… buying myself ten more seconds of denial.” “We go one by one,” the older woman said. “No way around it.”

“—talk about my feelings like some lost cause.” Lucas’ lips quirked. “Who said you’re a lost cause? We just don’t want you bottling this up.” “I’m fine.” Jake let out a dramatic sigh, shaking his head. “There it is. The classic ‘I’m fine’ move. Lila, we know you better than that.” Her jaw tightened. A small, stubborn part of her wanted to dig in, to insist she was fine. But they weren’t wrong. She wasn’t fine. And pretending wouldn’t change that.

Then, Friday came and I was in bed exchanging texts with my friends in our shared group chat. The next day was our school trip to Washington D.C and we were all excited. I was giggling at a sticker Paige had sent when an i*******m notification popped up on my screen. @therealatlasShaughnessy just added to story. I froze with the laughter dying and hanging in my throat. My fingers lingered hesitantly on the screen. “You’re not supposed to do this, Lana. Ignore and block.” I said but I was not strong enough. I swallowed a lump in my throat and tapped on the screen. Atlas’s story was revealed.