Tape Gagged Novels & Stories

Reaching around, he gripped my ponytail tightly in one hand and brought his other hand to rest on the back of my neck. “Relax your throat.” I tried to do as he said, but I could feel my gag reflex rearing its ugly head when he slid himself further in. He went in another inch, and I gagged around him. My eyes filled with tears, partly from the reflex, and partly from humiliation.

“You dragged *me* into your filth. My reputation is built on control. Precision. Not fucking my stepsister like some depraved cliché.” Elena’s back hit the desk. She gripped the edge, refusing to cower. “Then deny it. Call me a liar tomorrow morning. Tell everyone I made it up because I’m obsessed with you or whatever story you want. I’ll play along.” He braced one hand on the desk beside her hip, leaning in. Their faces were inches apart. She could see the flecks of silver in his gray eyes, the faint scar above his left eyebrow from the time they had fought so viciously over nothing that he’d tripped on the stairs.

Rager had got into position as he waited for them to come around to her. Once they were in position, Rager went over and immediately bit one of the guys on the head, and he went limp instantly. The other two were so shocked that it allowed Rager to take the head off the second one while the third one tried to run. Rager loved to play chase. With one swift move, he leaped and landed on the back of this guy, burying his face in the dirt, and muffling his screams of agony.

My hair plasters against my face as my head dangles downward while I pant erratically. Begging at this point won’t save me from the torture that is about to be leashed on me. I know that. This is a little of the pains the girls go through when they are brought in here. “ where is the gagging ball?” Madam Teriffic demanded and I whimper. My heart races in my chest as the thought of what they might do to my body drives me insane. I watch with my heart in my mouth as Tara approaches me with the gagging ball.

Tears stream down my face as my legs are tied down, then my hands, and then a gag is placed in my mouth. “Now, little wolf, you are going to enjoy this. You’re going to get fucked in ways you never dreamed of and once we are done with you, you’ll never want any other man.” Wyatt sneers at me, his tiger coming forward causing his irises to yellow and his pupils to turn to slits. I try and scream around the gag, but only muffled noises come out. I try to call on Tala, but I can’t feel her.

I gagged as if I wanted to throw up. "Breathe through your nose. Suck in your cheeks and use your tongue. No teeth." He said, pumping into my mouth gradually. Soon, he fell into a rhythm. I held the rest of the shaft with my hand to help because I couldn't take it all in my mouth. I was clumsy a bit, but soon, I fell into a rhythm. The gagging made my eyes water. He went in, and his grip on my hair tightened. "That is.." He said with a low growl.

"Open your mouth wide, don't tense your jaw." He inserted the ball gag and strapped it to the back of my head. This was going to take some getting used to, I thought, as my teeth bit into the plastic and salvia pooled in my mouth. He wandered back to the counter, obviously in no hurry, but soon returned. His rough hands pushed down the top of my teddy so my breasts were exposed. He tucked the fabric under my breasts then grabbed my tit8s, tested their firmness, squeezing the globes and pinching my nipples.

And so fucking turned on I could hardly breathe. He leaned back in his chair. “Get on the table. On your knees.” I crawled onto the pristine glass conference table, acutely aware of the smudges my heels and hands were leaving behind. He watched every movement with calculated intensity, stroking himself through his slacks as I positioned myself in front of him—on all fours. “Now this,” he murmured, standing and picking up the gag, “is for when I want your mouth but not your noise.” He moved behind me, one hand gripping my hair, pulling my head back just enough to slide the leather strap into place and fasten it behind my head.

"You sure? I'm already addicted to you, Virginia. But if you do this...It means you're mine..." "I wanna be yours." I confessed as he stepped back with light hands on my hips. "Then get on your knees for me..." I started to sink and felt my heart revolt from contentment. I was a mix of nervous and excited to know him this way. To feel him. To taste him. "We'll go slow and test your gag reflex..." "I don't have one." Any and all humor drained from his face. "What?" He almost whispered. "I don't think I have one. When I've been to the doctor and they use those tongue depressors, I don't gag." He took a firm hold to the back of my neck.

And just as he popped his fingers out of my mouth and replaced them with a ball gag, I realised that I was really at his mercy and this time he didn’t even ask me to repeat my safeword. As if hearing my thoughts he said, “You won’t need your safe-word, so don’t worry.” He caressed my cheek that was now stretched out because of the ball gag. And no matter how much I tried, I couldn’t swallow which resulted in my saliva pooling in my mouth, threatening to drool out.