Novel & Cerita Tape Gagged

She extended her hand, trying to reach Rampage as he pulls her away. "Ready to fire! In 3!" Rampage smiled at her. "2!" "NO! DAD! LET ME GO! KIRK! NO! DON'T FIRE! DON'T FIRE! AAAAHHHHH!!! KIRK! DON'T FIRE!" Rampage's lips tremble but he continued smiling at her as he cry. He mouthed 'I love you' to Agape one more time before closing his eyes, waiting for his time. They said death comes fast. But his feels so slow. Why is that?

Then, his fingers gripped her chin, forcing her to look at him. "You’re awake," he murmured. "Good." Tessa let out a muffled sound, jerking against the restraints. Tamlin chuckled, running his thumb along her bruised cheek. "Still so stubborn." His fingers moved to the knot at the back of her head, loosening the cloth. The gag fell away, damp with her saliva. She coughed, her throat burning. Air rushed into her lungs in shallow, ragged gasps. "You bastard," she rasped.

"Since you care so little about being honest, let's get this over with." Stepping back, I lifted my foot and kicked the leg of the chair. It fell out from under her and the rope tightened around her throat. The girl dangled, her neck snapping at a weird angle. Her legs and arms twitched for a moment before her entire body stilled. I removed the gag and duct tape and slipped out the back door.

he Told her walking towards the washroom. He walked outside the next moment with a first-aid box in his hand and sat right next to her as he put out some dettol on a cotton and placed it on the corner of her mouth making her hiss in pain. After he was done cleaning the injury, he applied some antiseptic on it Before moving towards her right leg. Isabella watched Him as he handled her with utmost care. He was treating her like she was made of the porcelain glass and could break any moment. He started wrapping a crepe Bandaid around her leg and she was suffocating from his silence afraid that it was the silence before the storm.

His eyes widen, a flicker of hesitation flashing across his face. “I can’t have you screaming louder than the music,” I warn, holding the tape up. “Last chance to walk.” He shakes his head, silent but defiant. With a swift motion, I place the tape over his mouth, sealing him in. His gaze locks with mine, daring me. Accepting the challenge, I draw back and slam into him, his muffled cries escaping in waves as I claim him completely.

Jenny asked, her fingers tracing around my mouth. "Mmm unnn mmm" I answered. "No, just nod your head if you can keep that promise." I hesitated, then nodded. The gag got tighter for a second and then it was finally absent. "Jenny," I started.

in tiny engraved letters. “Open your mouth,” Jax ordered, sliding a small O-ring gag between my teeth before buckling the collar around my neck. The leather harness clicked into place around my tits and waist, the dildo sliding deep into my already-slick cunt with a wet sound. The clamps bit down on my nipples hard enough to make me whimper around the gag. The electric pads were pressed to my swollen clit and the sensitive skin of my inner thighs.

he growled, his deep voice dripping with dark triumph. He grabbed both my wrists, pinning them behind my back with one large hand while the other produced a roll of thick duct tape from his pocket. He wrapped it tightly around my wrists—once, twice, three times—binding them securely together until I couldn’t move my arms at all. Then he pulled out a strip of cloth, forcing it between my teeth and tying it tight behind my head, gagging me effectively. Muffled cries vibrated against the fabric as drool already began to seep from the corners of my mouth.

“Close that filthy mouth of his for me, okay, love.” Maya smiled, sliding two fingers past Taiga’s lips, pressing them deep. Taiga gagged slightly before sucking, the sound muffled as Dante began to move again, brutal, relentless thrusts that slammed him into the mattress. One hand kept his hips pinned, the other tangled cruelly in his hair, using it like a leash.

His tattoos curled up his neck and under his ear like smoke. Beside him was Felix, leaner, wiry, with a mop of dark hair and scars on his knuckles that told enough stories on their own. Felix was quieter, but he had a gift for slipping through digital and physical security alike. If Reid was the tracker, Felix was the ghost.