Tape Gagged Novels & Stories

“Ah. Seems like you have something to say.” I nodded almost immediately, But my jaw ached from the gag, and my tongue was burning with words I couldn’t release. Kael tilted his head. “Should I help you out?” He reached forward, his fingers brushing my chin almost gently. “Promise not to scream,” he said in a mock-sweet voice, “and I’ll loosen this for you.” I nodded. The moment the gag slipped free and my jaw loosened, I felt much better. my lips stung where the cloth had rubbed raw.

My breath hitches, and I stiffen for a moment. “Wait,” I whisper, turning my head slightly. “I—I…” He leans down, his lips brushing my ear. “I won’t hurt you,” he murmurs. “You’re still stretched. Just breathe. Let me in.” Shaggy’s fingers caress my cheek as he keeps me grounded. “You trust me, don’t you?” he asks, his voice low and coaxing. “Yes,” I breathe. “Then relax. Let him wreck you.” The tip of the tattooed man’s cock presses again, and this time I don’t fight it. Shaggy holds me steady as I exhale slowly, allowing him to breach my asshole. The burn is intense, a sting of pleasure and pain that makes my eyes water.

Richard needs it "Miguel hung up and faced the intriguing scene "Tch ,tch,tch!"Tikka shook her head slowly "I need to start preparing his obituary "she smiled watching Lewis beating the shît outta Richard

He answered. "Waiting," came Buffalo's reply. A moment later, he tapped the back of his seat. "Get it done," he shouted. And just like that, the hand lifted from Paige's mouth. But before she could draw in enough breath to scream again, a duct tape was placed across her mouth. "There we go, all done." "Use it on her arms too. Then come up and sit here with me. I fucking need help with identifying these roads." "Yeah," Buffalo said, scooting back, tossing Paige onto her stomach.

I watched with both curiousity and eagerness as he twisted the cotton on his hand and he leaned in and tied it around my head, covering my mouth. Boom, it was a gag. I tried to chuckled but my sound was muffled by the gag, I had a fear of being voiceless, my fingers dug into my mouth trying to pull the fabric off, I couldn't, I put my hands behind my head trying to untie it. I saw his eyes lighten with excitement as he watched me struggle to take off the gag, it was impossible. “Too tight?." He asked me, I shook my head. It was not tight at all, it was perfect.

Richard needs it "Miguel hung up and faced the intriguing scene "Tch ,tch,tch!"Tikka shook her head slowly "I need to start preparing his obituary "she smiled watching Lewis beating the shît outta Richard

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.

Abigail groaned and wriggled around, shooting a loathing gaze at her. “Are you mad at me?” Stacy asked sarcastically. Abigail groaned and glared at her. “Do you want to say something?” Abigail snorted with annoyance. Stacy chuckled, “I know you have so many questions in your mind. I will answer you.” Having said that, she pulled the tape out of her mouth. “Ah…” Abigail cried out in pain. She felt as if her skin ripped off along with the tape. “Do you feel better?” Stacy asked, smiling maliciously.

I moaned continuously around the gag, drool slipping down my chin. Tasha pulled her fingers free and replaced them with her tongue, licking a long stripe up my pussy before sucking my clit hard. She thrust her tongue inside, eating me from behind while her hand stayed locked around my throat. I rocked back against her face, desperate, but she pulled away before I could come.

Nancy’s POV His hand was warm against the back of my head, fingers threading through my hair with a possessive grip. He held the leather strap between us—dark, about an inch wide, with a buckle on one side and a small rubber ball attached to the center. The gag. I stared at it, my lips parting slightly, my breath quickening. “Open,” Jake said. I opened my mouth. He slid the ball past my lips, the rubber pressing against my tongue, and fastened the strap behind my head. The leather cinched tight, not painful, but firm. I could not speak. I could only hum, only nod, only follow.