Novel & Cerita Tape Gagged

He must have popped it before I walked in. I thrashed, kicking backward with my one remaining heel. It hit his shin and he hissed in pain but didn’t loosen his grip. Instead he spun me around, slammed my back against the open trunk, and forced me down until I was half bent over the lip. “Stop fighting,” he growled, voice shaking now. “You’re only making this harder.” He grabbed the duct tape. Ripped off a long strip with his teeth. I opened my mouth to scream but he stuffed a rag inside, something that tasted like motor oil and old cloth, gagging me instantly.

What were those for? Taylor undid the leather sleeve holding my arms behind my back and set it on the bed before picking up the ball gag. "Open." My jaw dropped to accept the red ball, which was firm, but not hard. Taylor buckled it into place. "Baby, is that too tight? Can you breathe?" I took a few breaths and nodded. "Good. While you're wearing this you won't be able to say your safe word. If we need to stop, shake your head side to side and make a repetitive noise. Try now."

Suddenly I heard the foot steps come to a stop and I just couldn't hold it any longer, I started blabbing " please just let me go, I wouldn't even taste good, am very skinny and your gods wouldn't even like me, and if you want to sell my organs, let me inform you that my organs wouldn't even work fine without me, the moment you kill me my organs stop, so please just let me go. I finished, I just hope they listen to me, my breathing came out heavy as I just said those words with so much speed, I don't think I've ever talked that fast.

On watching a woman sob and writhe, silenced, spread open and bound so tight she couldn’t even move her fingers. I wanted him to slow down. I needed him to. But the gag was wedged deep in my mouth, my jaw aching around it, muffling every sound to something useless. I tried to remember what he told me. Two taps to stop. That’s what he said. But what was slow down again? One tap? Three? I couldn’t remember. Why hadn’t I listened better? Why hadn’t I written it down? Even if I did remember, how could I tap when my arms were tied behind my back, crushed under the weight of my own body? My wrists twisted in a way that made my hands numb. There was no way he could see them.

AUTHORS POV “I’m here, sweetheart,” Tessa whispered, kissing his hair. “Mummy’s here.” “My teeth hurts and I feel hot” he mumbled. “I am sorry my baby boy, how much does it hurt?” She asked. “It hurts a lot mummy. It really hurts. Make it stop” Dean whimpered. Tessa turned the nanny and told her to get her a cup of warm water and salt for Dean to gaggle into a bowl. Pedro watched as Tessa demonstrated the gaggling of water and pouring it into the bowel, Dean did same. While all these were happening, Pedro stepped back, there was a subtle feeling of shame climbing up his throat.

"Please, I want to die. I prefer guns. Just shoot me and I'll be gone." She begins to unwrap the bandage around my leg. I watch on till she was done. "There's a bullet in your leg." "You put it there," I reply. She spreads out her instrument so the steels scrape against the tiles as they move. I wince, dreading the way the contact causes a rippling from my head down to my hands. "Can you talk when you are told to?" I nod, eyeing the instruments. " How did you overpower a man with a gun?"

I recoil back, horrified at his cruel words. The man gives the others a withering scowl, then turns to me and sneers. “Do you want to know why you’re here?” Swallowing hard, I carefully nod my head in reply, which seems to make the man’s sneer deepen.“Well, let me tell you...” He mutters as he slides his hand across my bitten shoulder. Thankfully, the thick sleeve covers the bite, but it doesn’t stop me from flinching in pain. “We know you’ve been fucking Traeger. Now, the question is…” He says, releasing my shoulder and grasping my chin to face him. “How long have you been with him?” I shake my head, trying to deny his claims. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Who is Tagger?”

“I wasn’t joking about gagging you, tigress. Next time you want to sass me, keep that in mind.” I breathed through my nose and blinked back the tears as I waited for his next move. It came too soon and unexpectedly, as he slipped a finger inside me. I closed my eyes as I felt his finger swirling in my wetness. “Hmm. My tigress likes a bite of pain.”

"You look beautiful with my dick inside your mouth Tate." I don't know if I should be happy about that. I don't know if I should take that as a compliment but I'm too horny to be bothered about it. All I'm thinking right now is to give Gage good head. I want to make a good impression on him. He grabs a portion of my hair and groans. I know he was going to reach his high. He curses for more and grunts. Finally, his fluid comes into my mouth and as soon as it landed my tongue, I realized that the taste of Gage's will always be foreign to me. I gagged a bit then quickly swallowed every drop down my throat. I look up at him and he smiled a satisfying smile.

It wanted more, it wanted blood, it wanted to tear them apart the way they had torn me apart all those years. Not yet. Tessa first. I reached the platform and dropped to my knees beside her. Up close she looked even worse. Bruises covered her face, one eye swollen shut. Her lips were cracked and bleeding. The gag in her mouth was some kind of dark cloth that seemed to pulse faintly, like it was alive. "I'm here," I said. "I'm getting you out." Her good eye found mine. Tears spilled down her cheeks. She tried to say something but the gag swallowed the sound.