Tape Gagged Novels & Stories

“Come on, it’s okay. I just want to help.” With each inch I scooted closer, my body shook even harder, almost vibrating. He slipped his hands through the bars and I flinched, my eyes slamming shut as I froze in anticipation. There was no slap or hit, but rather a tug at the back of my head, then a pull, then relief as the gag was removed. “Can you swing your legs around?” he asked as he flipped out a knife. The blood in my veins stopped, and I blinked at him. He stared back in confusion when I didn’t move, then gestured with the knife. “For the zip ties.”

His tongue swirled around her sensitive bud, eliciting a moan of pure ecstasy from Tally’s lips. Lost in the intensity of their connection, Tally cried out in shock as he pushed two large fingers into her. She moved her hands to grip his shoulders and push against him. Even his fingers seemed big, stretching her. Tally threw her head back and cried out. She stopped pushing on his shoulders but pulled him closer, as his thumb glazed over her clit. Her nails digging into his shoulders.

he growled, his eyes blazing with fury. He walked over to a nearby cabinet, pulling out a roll of duct tape. I tried to struggle, but my body was weak from pain. Theo ripped off a piece of tape, slapping it over my mouth. I tried to scream, but my voice was muffled by the tape. Theo's eyes gleamed with excitement as he looked at me. "Now you'll be quiet," he growled, his voice low and menacing. Theo's eyes roamed over my body, his gaze lingering on the metal clamps attached to my nipples. He smiled, his lips curling up in a cruel smile.

He was hungry and starved, as he had only been given a tiny glass of blood for a week. He felt like a dog. He had been tortured for days by his captors. He had been beaten, shot and forced to drink juniper which weakened him even more as his captors forced him to name other vampire, which he refused to do.

by Rihanna. I smile, knowing Camden picked it for me. Approaching the cage, my back begins to sweat. My heart pounding so hard it's all I hear. Nearing the octagon I'm stopped by the UFFL sanctioned Cut man. He's skinny, and bald. His black shirt sporting the UFFL logo, paired with black shorts. He grabs my shoulders positioning me where he wants me. Using his right hand he daps at the black glove containing a glob of Vaseline between his thumb and index finger.

“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.”

Suddenly my head is now falling off one end of the table while my legs are falling off another. “Remember,” Dante says, “If you can’t say your safeword, you just need to tap three times.” I nod, and as the reality of Dante’s comment sinks in, I shiver. I realize that Dante is only telling me this because I might not be able to say something if my mouth is full. And I know exactly what he intends to use as my gag.

The O ring gag is still in my mouth but I can speak a little, “I want to stop. I have changed my mind, I don’t want to do this anymore.” Tom reaches over and puts his hand over my mouth. “Shut the fuck up, you are ruining mood.” John stands up next to me and punches me in the gut. I groan but can’t move. “You fucking knew what was going to happen and you willingly came here. So shut the fuck up.” “Tom, hand me that inflatable gag in the side pocket.” Tom reaches into the bag and pulls out a small gag with a squeeze balls attached to it. He hands it to him.

He simply nodded to the group assembled at the altar. I turned to watch the group as I saw Tracey being fitted with a horse bit gag. The straps from the gag were then attached to the wrist restraints now holding her hands firmly behind the back of her neck. I cringed as one of the men grabbed a leather riding crop and took his place behind my friend.

Taylor starts crying and Tasha glares at her again her lips almost disappearing as she presses them tightly together “I am mated to one of them”