Tape Gagged Novels & Stories

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.

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.

one even muttered. The leader made a ‘tsk’ sound as he shook his head. “It seems you don’t like the fact that you can still talk.” He said to Scarlett who still shook her head. He stretched his hand to the side without even looking. Immediately, a roll of duct tape was placed into his palm. Scarlett’s eyes widened when she understood what it was meant for. “No—wait—please—!” She shook her head violently, trying to pull away, but the chair scraped uselessly against the floor. The man ignored her pleas and pressed the tape firmly over her mouth.

Nicole coughed violently while covering her nose and mouth. Tigger, who had been quietly playing dead, scratched at her pocket. “Mama, I searched my database. It’s some kind of ancient sacrificial ritual.” Nicole’s heart went cold at the words. ‘Am I really going to die?!’ “Tigger, you’re a tiger, right? Can you pounce out and bite them?” Tigger was silent for a few seconds before speaking cutely. “Molly Stewart gave me 20% aggressiveness in her original design, but after the Great God Maverick remodeled me, my aggressiveness became zero. Mama, you can pounce and bite them yourself…”

I knew it would hurt. "Can you take this off yourself?" She shook her head in negativity. "Do you want me to take it off for you?" I asked again and she nodded. I sighed slightly and held the edge of it that way of the gag tape. "Hold on, it'll hurt a bit." I muttered and she nodded. In the next second, when I knew she least expected it, I peeled the gag tape off and she whimpered. "Are you okay?" I asked again. I couldn't tell how many times I've asked this question.

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."

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.