Tape Gagged Novels & Stories

He continued his assault, his mouth working me with an intensity that made my toes curl. He teased my entrance with his tongue, the hot, wet strokes sending shivers down my spine. Then, he replaced his tongue with a finger, plunging into me. I cried out, gripping the mattress tightly as he began to thrust. The pleasure was almost unbearable, building and building until I thought I would shatter. Suddenly, he withdrew his finger, and I hissed, disappointed by the abruptness.

Dave stood at the foot of the bed, with his arms crossed, and eyes dark with possession. I gasped at the double pressure a sharp and pulsing ache. He reached down, unbuckling whatever held my mouth shut that I'd definitely look up if I survived this. The moment it slipped free, I gasped for air, my lips tingling from the strain. “The ball gag is off,” he said smoothly. “You can speak now.” Ball gag, I see. I worked my jaw, swallowing hard, trying to catch up with what was happening. “You…” My voice was hoarse. “What is this?”

Still, I had no idea how to convince him to stop when my own body was begging him not to. “You know what? Never mind, this is not a problem,” he said smoothly. Before I could ask what he meant, I heard it. Rip. Something cold pressed over my lips. Tape. He taped my mouth shut. “Mmmph!” My eyes went wide as he patted it gently, grinning like the devil himself. “There. Much better. So quiet now.” I thrashed, glaring at him, but the damn tape was solid. I couldn’t even part my lips.

But she instinctively stopped as soon as his knob mashed against the entrance to her throat, causing her to stop pushing and making her whole body convulse and quickly pull back. As the young girl blinked her watering eyes and took a few deep, calming breaths, Darlene said, "You want some help? It's natural to stop when you feel that gag trigger, but trust me you can get past it if you do it quickly. Oh, and so you know, when you pull back off, do that quickly, too, otherwise, you gag on the way out, too."

"There, that should do it. Say 'zebra' through the gag, so I know what to listen for if you need to use your safe word." "Weeb.. waah" was all I could get out, though I had to giggle at how funny it sounded. I'm glad I didn't laugh, as Cullen was dead serious, and he nodded in understanding at what I tried to say. I noticed saliva gathering at the edge of the ball, around my lips, making me want to wipe my mouth, but I could not. It was disturbing and humiliating to be strapped and chained like that, drooling around the ball gag, naked and stretched out.

He made the heat and pain of the spanking meld with the heat and need of her desire for him. Again, he delivered several more slaps. “I haven’t given you permission to make any sounds. One more sound and I will gag you. Nod your head that you understand you.” Tara gave him an exaggerated nod and focused on not making a sound, which became more difficult by the minute when his finger pulled her thong aside and found the evidence of her need.

I returned to my office, made myself a cup of coffee, and waited. It didn't even take ten minutes before someone came knocking. The first to come in was, surprisingly, Layla. She clutched a USB drive so tightly her knuckles turned white. As soon as she stepped inside, she dropped to her knees. "I'm sorry, Ms. Cooper. I'm so, so sorry. I must've been out of my mind!" She cried, burying her face in one hand, while holding out the USB drive with the other. "Everything's in here—every chat log where Keira planned how to blow this up step by step and force you to give in!

Vex notices. He moves to my other side and wraps his hand around my free one. The three of us stand in front of the counter. Waiting. My phone timer rings. Nobody moves. Kade swallows. “That’s it.” “I know.” Vex releases my hand. He reaches for the tests. I stop him. “No.” His hand freezes. “I’ll do it.” He nods once. I step forward. My legs feel weak. This is ridiculous. I’ve stood in front of armed men.

“A very… positive environment.” He hung up the phone. “You almost made a sound,” he said, his voice dangerously low. “We can’t have that.” He pulled out of her mouth. Before she could react, he had grabbed a handful of papers from his desk and a roll of tape from his drawer. He tore off a strip of tape. “Open your mouth,” he commanded. She obeyed, her heart pounding with fear and excitement. He placed the tape over her lips, silencing her. It was a brutal, effective gag.

Tegan wasn’t angry, she was downright furious and when she came around to find herself locked in another fucking cage she groaned as her stomach roiled from the drug. She heaved, but nothing came up. She had not eaten for days, and her stomach was empty, so it hurt like hell as she kept heaving. When she finally sat back to survey her surroundings, she discovered she was not only caged, but they had placed a charmed collar around her neck, as well as equally charmed cuffs on her wrists and ankles. Panting from the effort of trying to vomit, she glared at the offending chains,