The Escape Room (you/M) part 3 added 9/11

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This was originally going to be a COYA escape game, but I don't have the time. It may feel slightly clunky in a few places because of it.

Part 1: The Escape

It all happened so fast. You were walking to the shops, when out of nowhere a drawstring bag was forced over your head and you were dragged into a waiting van. You felt woozy; a chemical on the fabric of the inside of the bag. You were quickly knocked out as the van drove away at speed.

You come round in a strange room you’ve never been in before. Your eyes widen in shock and fear. You feel slightly cold, as you have been stripped to your underwear. A single bare bulb lights the room. There are no windows. The plaster is feeling off the walls and there are stains on the carpet.

As you take in your surroundings, you stretch. Your body doesn’t respond. Heavy metal cuffs hold your ankles together and your wrists behind your back. Supplementing them are ropes tightly binding your legs above and below your knees, and more rope below your elbows. There is a tiny gap between your elbows, just wide enough for a dime to fit in. Your hands and feet haven’t been spared either. You feel tape wrapped from the bottom of your wrists to your fingertips. Lots of tape. Your bare feet have been bound with rope and your big toes are tied with string. To make things even worse, your wrist and ankle cuffs have been tied together in a hogtie, with your taped fingertips brushing your heels.

There is an unpleasant taste in your mouth and you realise where your socks are. Your thick worn crew socks would be a mighty enough gag on their own, but whoever did this to you was not playing games, as they have managed to force a ballgag behind your teeth as well. On top of all this are layers of tape. Someone wants you out of the way, and very quiet indeed.

You take a good look around. Straight ahead of you is some kind of workbench, but from where you are it’s hard to make out what’s on it. To your left is a radiator. To the right is a small cabinet with a few drawers. You shuffle round to see what’s behind you; a door.

You decide the first thing to do is get the tape off your hands. With your fingers free, a lot of other things become easier. You roll on to your back, and shuffle slowly over to the radiator. It feels warmer as you get slower to it; it's definitely on.

You make it to the radiator and put your hands as close to it as you can handle. Your plan is that the heat makes your hands sweat to weaken the glue. Your hands to start to sweat, but if anything, the tape feels slightly tighter than before. The glue isn't weakening either. Your hold your hands up for longer, but the tape holds strong, and you can still not move your fingers a millimetre.

The radiator being a bust, you shuffle towards the workbench, as fast as your hogtie will allow. Closer to the bench, you can see a knife lying on top of it. You could try and kick the leg of the workbench to knock the knife off, but you would have no way of knowing where the knife would fall, and it could be disastrous if it goes wrong.

You shuffle over to the cabinet. It looks old and weathered. At the top you can see a nail sticking out. That could be useful later when you can reach it, but while you are hogtied it's useless.

The cabinet has two drawers. They both have keyholes and small brass handles. In your hogtied state you can reach the bottom one. The chances are the drawers are locked, but there could be something useful in the drawer you can reach and it’s much safer than the knife on the workbench.

You roll over on your side and notice the corners of the cabinet are pointed. Maybe you can use that to cut the ropes or the tape! You rub the top of the tape against the corner, hoping, praying that something will shift. Whoever this kidnapper is, they have done a good job. The tape is skintight with no slack anywhere. There is nothing for the corner of the cabinet to catch on to, not even a wrinkle. With the correct angle, with something pushing down between your wrists, you might be able to get somewhere, but hogtied, as you are, you can’t get that angle. And all this assumes the corner of the cabinet would be able to do the job.

You try to use the corner to slice through the rope hogtying you, but you quickly discover it is nowhere near sharp enough, so you turn to the bottom drawer. You know from experience that you won't be able to open the drawer with your taped hands, and the small brass handle is smooth with no corners or sharp edges, so you try to open it with your toes instead. On your back, to strain against your tight hogtie. You try with all your might. Your tied toes reach the bottom of the drawer, but you can stretch no higher. If only you could have reached it. Down but not out, you try another tactic.

You roll on your side. You can't see where the handle is any more, with your back to the cabinet, so you use your feet to feel for it. Your feet touch nothing for a while, then contact. You explore the wooden drawer with your soles. After three minutes of your feet feeling nothing but wood, you find the handle! You try to grip the handle with your tied big toes. They slide off, and now you've lost the handle.

You repeat the process, but this time, you manage to clutch the handle with your toes. You give it a gentle pull. Nothing. You give it a more powerful tug. The drawer opens a few millimetres and stops with a clunk. It was locked the whole time! You rage into your sweaty socks, ballgag and tape. Was that waste of time an error?

With no other options left, you head back to the workbench. It’s on the other side of the room, so it takes a while, but you make it. The knife is on the edge of the workbench. Your hogtie is tight, but there is enough slack to gently kick a leg of the workbench. Each small kick makes the knife move millimetres. It’s a long, drawn out process of kicking the leg, shuffling to see what direction the knife has moved in, and shuffling back, kicking the leg. After many tedious minutes, the knife is at the edge of the workbench. You shuffle under the workbench and give the leg a good kick. The knife falls off the edge to the floor! You’re finally getting somewhere!

Your first thought is the tape on your fingers. You try to use the blade to slice the tape, but the knife just moves across the floor when you try to use it. You use your tied feet and toes to manoeuvrer the knife so the blade is face up on the floor. You succeed. You try to spin round to give yourself a better angle, and as soon as you take your feet off the knife handle it rolls over, blade on the side. On your back, you angle yourself so the handle is facing away from you and the blade towards you. You roll the knife over with your tied toes, and hold it in position. Alas! You have the same problem as you did with the cabinet. You can’t safely get the knife in a position to cut the tape. It would have been hard enough if your feet and toes weren’t bound...

That’s it! You roll on your side, and use your feet to spin the knife around. You hold the knife on place with your taped hands and extremely carefully use the blade of the knife to cut the rope on your feet. You give yourself a headache from the concentration required. After what feels like an eternity, the last loop of rope on your feet is cut through.

Now your feet are untied, you try to kick out of your toe bondage. You try to kick your feet up and down alternately. The cuffs on your ankles and the ropes on your legs stop you from kicking enough to budge the string on your toes.
But you have bigger plans. Now your feet are free, you can use them to grip the knife properly. You again deem the tape on your fingers too dangerous, but that can wait. On your side, you hold the knife between your soles, with the blade pointing towards you. By moving your feet back and forth, you saw through the rope hogtying you. It doesn’t take long before this rope is sliced. You are now free from your hogtie!

You know exactly what you are going to do with this new found freedom. Using the wall, you manage to stand up. You take a minute to compose yourself and then hop to the cabinet. You look at the nail sticking out of the cabinet, and adjust your stance so your taped hands are at the same height as the nail. You turn around slowly. As your hands are handcuffed, there is enough slack to separate your wrists about half an inch, which is all the space you need to put the edge of the nail between your wrists and use it to pick at the tape on your hands. If your wrists were tied with anything other than cuffs, or your arms were tied to your body, you wouldn’t have the amount of slack required to do this, but it’s the kidnapper’s problem, not yours.

After ten solid minutes of picking at the tape, you create a small tear. That’s enough for your needs. You hop back over to the knife. You gingerly lower yourself to the ground. You get on sure side, in a similar position to the one you were in when you were hogtied. As before, you pick up the knife with your feet. This time though, you have more freedom, and a place to start cutting. You guide the knife into the tear in the tape you created with the nail, holding it in place with your feet. By moving your feet up and down, you slowly cut through the tape. It's hard work. As you cut further down, you can separate your hands more, giving you a place to cut the tape without cutting or stabbing yourself. You manage to cut two thirds of the tape on your hands, but you are disrupted by the sound of bolts sliding on the door! You have been too slow in untying yourself. In a panic, you drop the knife. The door opens.

In walks a large man, dressed casually in jeans, t-shirt and sneakers. He is carrying a big bag. He looks at you.

“You did a lot better than most of the others manage!”

Others?
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I can entirely imagine this as either a CYOA or text adventure game. Liking it a lot - please continue!
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It actually flows okay. The efforts gone to get out were fun to read through. I’m excited for the next part.
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You should totally make this a CYOA! It's probably better than mine!
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Part 2: The non-escape.



He drops the bag and runs towards you. You are grabbed by your ankles to the middle of the room, next to the bag. He sees the knife on the floor near the workbench and lets out a chuckle. He picks the knife up off the floor and puts it in his pocket.

“Not bad! Not bad at all!” He opens his bag and pulls out a length of thin rope. “But what would you have done to get out of the cuffs? I have the only key. Assuming you could have cut the rest of the ropes.”

He rolls you on your front. He doubles up the rope and loops it above your elbows. You groan as he makes them touch.

“This isn’t some escape room game” he chastises you as he ties and cinches your elbows. He pulls out another rope from his bag, doubles it up and threads it under your armpits before looping it round the front of your body, just below your shoulders. “There is no puzzle here, no ‘find the keys to your cuffs’ in some stupid pixel hunt. You get tied up, you stay tied up while I’m at work, then I come home, tie you up more, and, well, you’ll see.”

The fact that you can see his face, clear as day, is worrying.

He grabs another rope from his bag, and ties the rope he just tied round your shoulders to the rope above your elbows, making sure it won’t slip. “Don’t worry. This bag is full of rope and tape. No-one has escaped me yet, and no-one ever will!” You feel your chance of escape has gone.

He carries on with your arms. Every four inches, he ties them strictly with a short length of thin rope, from below your elbows to just above your wrists. When he gets to your wrists he uncuffs them and ties them with rope. No attention is shown to how neat the rope looks on your body, but he works with a robotic level of precision. All the knots are tied at the back of your arms

He does the same to your legs. Every four inches, more rope is applied. Your ankles are uncuffed and roped. You fought so hard to get untied, and you were making such progress, only to have it cruelly taken from you near the end of hours of hard effort. The rope is much tighter than before, with unseemly bulges of flesh peeking out from the mass of ropes.

Now you are thoroughly roped up, he reaches into his bag and pulls out a huge roll of three inch wide black tape. Black like his heart. “Nasty stuff, this. Water resistant, temperature resistant. You won’t sweat this off!” He struggles to pull the end off the tape. He plants the free end at the top of your wrists, and wraps your hands and fingers together, just as tight as before. Even tighter, as his time he doesn’t have the metal of the cuffs to worry about. Back and forth he goes from wrists to fingertips, fingertips to wrists. Thirty six layers in all, just on your hands! They feel heavy with the sheer weight of the heavy duty industrial tape. He tries to rip the tape clean from the roll, but even a mammoth like him isn’t strong enough. He tries biting it, but he can’t bite through it either. He pulls the knife from his pocket, and has to use THAT to cut through the tape. He puts the knife down and smooths the tape down, leaving absolutely zero slack or wrinkles.

He pulls out yet more rope. He ties rope round your waist, pinning your arms to your back, and cinches it round your wrists. You can feel the knots of the ropes on your arms down the lower half of your spine. It doesn’t feel pleasant. He repeats this again and again. Every four inches, another rope expertly applied to your torso, taking you to levels of helplessness you had never dreamed of. When he finished your upper body looks like a rope mummy.



He picks up the barely used roll of tape from the floor. He pulls the end of the roll free and presses it down at the top of your shoulders. The three inch wide tape does a circuit round the top of your shoulders. He works his way down, each layer a third of an inch below the one above. You can see the strain in his face as he fights to even rip the tape from the spool. The vast quantity of rope mummifying you restricts your movement to inches as he methodically covers the rope with layers and layers of extra heavy duty construction tape. He lifts you up off the floor effortlessly each layer to get the tape under your body as you are slowly swallowed by the tape. As he tapes you up, he has a conversation with you. He uses words. You use indecipherable noises through your sweaty crew socks, the ballgag and tape. All the while, the sounds of tape being tugged reluctantly from the roll make for an unpleasant background noise.

"I almost feel sorry for you, with all that thin, tight rope crushing you, and then all the tape that will be on you, squeezing you like a snake squeezes it’s pray. But I haven't lost one yet, and you're finding out why. No-one escapes from me once I have them. NOBODY." He repeats this over and over again. The words change, but the general idea is the same. You tried escaping, and he will go to obscene lengths to make sure it doesn’t happen again.

The tape runs out at the rope just below your belly button. He smooths over all the tape he's wrapped you in, before going to his bag for another roll. He chuckles again. “That was a 60 yard roll and we only got as far as your belly button! Lucky for me I have loads of rolls. Not so lucky for you, but who cares.” He plants the edge of the tape roughly where he last roll ended and carries on from where he left off. The sound of tape being ripped from the spool fills the room, and the smell of sweat from your exertions trying to escape earlier has been replaced by the stench of rubber adhesive. You gave up struggling long ago. You wouldn’t have been able to escape being mummified in rope, so why bother with all this industrial grade super strength tape? Lost in a world of fear and massive discomfort, you barely register him finish another huge roll, at your mid thighs...

He smooths down the 60 yards of tape he’s just tightly wrapped the middle third of your body in. He retrieves a third roll from he bag. As before, he struggles as he begins to wraps your lower legs in the jet black tape. You would struggle too if you were capable of any meaningful movement. Each new layer of tape less than an inch lower than the last. He kneels down on top of you when he gets to your knees, with one knee on your lower thighs and the other knee just below your knees. He holds them as straight as he can as he wraps your knees together, hoping to stop you from bending them. Your lower legs are covered in tape, burying endless tight ropes in a super sticky embrace. He wraps your ankles just as he finishes the roll. The tape on your legs is smoothed down. From your shoulders to your ankles, you are mummified in tons of rope and 180 yards of industrial tape. From your kidnappers eyes, your body is a solid block of smooth, featureless, crinkle free black. Only your head and feet can be seen.

The kidnapper goes to his bag yet again. More rope or tape?! No. After a good rummage, he pulls out two electric toothbrushes. Rechargeable, with circular rotating pulsating heads. With the level of precision he’s shown so far, you are certain they are fully charged. You plead into your gag for the first time. He turns on one of them and pushes the removing head to your soles. You laugh and buck slightly. He uses it between your big and second toes. You manage a slightly bigger scream and marginally more movement. Your feet are explored all over by the toothbrushes. He looks at your face as the toothbrushes do their work, working out where you are most ticklish. He takes out another roll of tape, and tapes the toothbrushes to the two most sensitive spots of your feet, and turns them on. You shriek into the wad of your worn crew socks, ballgag and tape while you squirm to avoid the tickle torture of your soft sensitive feet. You try to shake the toothbrushes off but the tape hold them firm.

After a minute, he picks up his tape and wraps round and round the middle of your body From your belly button to below your ass and back again are covered in countless layers of tape. As more tape is used, you squirm much less. The toothbrushes never let up, rotating at high speed over the most sensitive parts of your bare feet. The list of things you would do to stop the toothbrushes gets longer and longer as they drive you insane. You involuntarily scrunch your feet and toes, which drives the heads on the toothbrushes deeper between your toes. The tickle torture continues as he sets about making you completely immobile. He finishes the roll, but is clearly unsatisfied, as he wraps even more industrial tape round your hips. It takes three quarters of this second roll of tape before he is happy with the amount your hips don’t move. He uses the rest of the roll immobilising your knees. You still beg into your gag for mercy, but you can now only move your neck and your feet. You wish with everything you have that someone, anyone, even your own mother, would swap places with you, to end your merciless tickle torture.


Your kidnapper bends over at your feet and turns the toothbrushes off. You try to catch your breathe as you go light headed from the relief. Your entire body is a sweaty mess. Unfortunately for you, sweat does not loosen construction tape designed for outdoor use. Nor does it loosen thousands of metres of expertly tied strict rope. Such is your sense of relief at no longer being tickled, you don’t notice that they are still taped to your feet.

“Thanks for that. I like listening to music when I work. But we need to turn it down a bit.”

That doesn’t sound good, you think to yourself.
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Wow, is that intense.

Keep up the good work!
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I figure escape is not an option anymore, at least not without some outside help.
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This escalated quickly. In a good way. :)
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It sounds as if even just bending at waist and knees is now impossible, much less escape.

And, having gone to all that effort upgrading the level of restraint everywhere else, I feel certain our cheerfully ominous captor isn't going to be content with a head treatment consisting of "just" socks, ballgag and tape...
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I'm more curious with the "others" that haven't manage escaping :lol:
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Sounds like the impossible escape room 🤣

So no body escapes this captor and you've seen their face 🤔, doesn't sound like you're going anywhere for a while 🤣
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Wow! This is incredible!!!!
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Thanks to everyone who has read and/or commented. It's reassuring to know that there are enough of you out there that like stupidly over the top bondage (in fantasy). I did try to write it anyone of whatever gender could pretend it's them. Hopefully I did an ok job with it

Unfortunately I haven't had the time to write the chapter you deserve. That should be with you next weekend. It's basically a mix of my 3 favourite gagging scenes. This will have to do for now.

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Hoo boy, do I want to know what that is? :D

But seriously, can’t wait for the next part
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one chapter dedicated to only gagging? I hope there will be more surprises! can't wait
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I will have to find it, but there was another version of The Escape Room that was created. It was just like this one, but with option A or option B for each question and that would lead you elsewhere in the story. I really like this so far!
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I could see this being made into a nifty little escape game!
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The kidnapper leaves your feet and walks back to his bag, leaving the knife near your knees. He rummages around for much longer than he has done previously. You here objects being pushed around as he searches. Some sound hard, some sound soft. One item in particular sounds like a heavy metal lunch box. As he searches, you try and kick the toothbrushes off your feet. You manage to move the rotating heads from between your big and second toes to the middle of your big toes. In the process, you discover you can rock from side to side a few inches. You decide to keep this knowledge to yourself. If that asshole sees you that, he’ll probably remove even that from you. “Where are you?”, you hear. “Aah, maybe it’s...”

He unzips a side pocket. “There you are!” He fishes out a clear ziplock bag. On the outside of the bag is what looks like a post it note. Inside it appears to be some kind of white fabric. He throws the bag at your face. It glances off your left cheek and lands next to your face. You turn your neck and take a closer look at the bag. You still can’t tell what exactly it is, but you can read the note. It says “Love Hailey x.” Who’s Hailey?

He walks over from the bag and pulls out another huge roll of 3 inch black tape. As he does, he bends down and picks up the knife, in one fluid motion. He puts the knife in his pocket and the tape on the floor next to the bag. You can see some numbers on the inside of the spool of tape. 6969. He squats down over your body, lowering himself until he is sitting on your chest. You wince at the additional weight.

He lifts your head up. You can feel the tape round your head being pulled off. All the sweat from your struggles and mummification have loosed it so much, it more or less slides off your face and hangs round your neck like a dull grey necklace.

He opens the ziplock bag, inches from your face. Immediately, the room is filled with a pungent aroma. From the bag, he retrieves a scrunched up piece of fabric. It looks like two loops of white, connected by a strip of dark grey. You begin to join the dots. He picks up the fabric and shakes it, being careful not to touch the grey section. They get bigger and bigger and they untangle themselves. You feel relief. They can’t be what you thought they were. Maybe it’s a holey, stained tablecloth. Then you remember. You’ve been on the internet. You’ve seen memes of Walmart shoppers on mobility scooters. The fabric is now far larger than the ziplock bag it came in, and you can see it’s shape. You were right first time. It’s a huge pair of panties.

The panties are laid on the ziplock bag. They dwarf it completely. You could easily fit your head through one of the leg holes. Your eyes go wide with fright as you feel the kidnapper unbuckle your ballgag. Your once sweaty socks have lost most of their taste, having been in your mouth for so long. And as unpleasant as they were, they were at least yours, and you knew what they were. You have no idea what that stain in the panties is, but the location makes you shudder internally.

Your ballgag is casually tossed aside as it is pulled from your lips. A trail of spittle follows it, leaving drops spattering on the floor. Slobber runs down your mouth. He wipes it off with a relatively clean bit of the panties. You plead through your socks and with your eyes. He pulls a sock out of your mouth. You close your mouth, with one sock still inside. This is the first time in hours you’ve been able to close your mouth fully. He tries prising your mouth open. You fight as much as you can. You like having this relatively small, clean gag in your mouth! He picks up the roll of tape, and pulls an end free. A giant meaty hand goes over your mouth.

“Now, we can do this the easy way, or the hard way. Either way, those panties are going to stuff your mouth completely full, to the point where you can’t budge it with your tongue, then your mouth will be wrapped and wrapped in industrial tape.” He takes his hand off your mouth. You stubornly keep your mouth closed. He pinches your nose shut. You had just breathed out, and he noticed, catching you off guard. You immediately open your mouth for air, and he removes your last sock.

You learn from your mistake. You take a massive breath as he pulls the sock from your mouth, and clamp your mouth shut as soon as it’s empty. He looks like he was expecting it. He pinches your nose closed with one hand, and holds the panties by the dark stained crotch with the other. He holds them in an odd way. He uses the crotch of the panties as a sheath over his index and middle fingers, holding the rest of the panties with his thumb, ring and little fingers. The breath you took was colossal. Both cheeks pumped to their max, holding as much air as possible. Your head shakes as you try to maintain the breath. But you cannot hold it indefinitely. Over a minute passes before your body overrules your brain and you breathe in heavilly. As soon as you open your mouth, he forces the crotch of the panties in your mouth. His index and middle fingers so straight for the back of your throat, choking you. The crotch of the panties cover your tongue entirely. The first thing you notice is that they are soaking wet. You think about trying to bite your kidnappers fingers briefly, but with them being right at the back of your mouth it takes all your concentration just to fight your gag reflex. The rest of the fingers of his right hand let go of the panties. He uses them to hold the crotch of the panties and the tip of your tongue together. He removes his left hand from your nose. Still fighting your gag reflex, he stuffs your left cheek with the leg of the panties. His right hand stays in place, simultaneously choking you and keeping your tongue pinned to the stained crotch.

He packs your cheek solidly with the panties. It bulges to accomodate the mass of white fabric. You dry heave due to the fingers choking you. The kidnapper ignores this. More and more of the panties find their way in your mouth. He has to bend his right wrist as he begins packing the middle of your mouth. You feel your tongue being forced to the bottom of your mouth by the material of the panties. He removes the fingers pinning the crotch to your tongue. To your horror, your mouth is packed to the extent that you can no longer move your tongue. Worse still, the stained crotch part of the panties are pinned to your tongue by the rest of the panties stuffed in your mouth. With your mouth this packed, he finally removes his middle and index finger from your throat.

Now he is no longer choking you, your fight or flight mechanism stops. The taste of the stained crotch finally registers, and you cough violently into the mass of packing. You can definitely taste sweat. It’s very strong, bordering on acrid. Mixed with this is a sharp acidic taste, and some sour notes. It’s a very nasty cocktail of disgusting flavours, and you are forced to endure it. What manner of horrendous things have been done in those panties?

The kidnapper punches you in the stomach. The vast number of layers of tape mummifying you do little to cushion the blow. Winded by the unexpected blow, he roughly packs as much of the other leg of the panties into your other cheek as you get your breath back. This cheek is packed as mercilessly as the first. By the time your breathing is under control, both cheeks are completely stuffed. You planned on biting his hand as he stuffed that side of your mouth, but as always, he is several steps ahead.

Your mouth is running out of space. A good two thirds of the panties have been crammed in your mouth, but he isn’t satisfied. The sour taste of the panties is starting to get stronger. He forces the stuffing in your mouth to the left, making a pocket to stuff more of the panties into. Every time you think your mouth is completely full, he forcefully moves the massive panties around to make another small pocket of space. Your mouth is forced open to it’s widest. You can already feel the strain on your lower jaw. He is careful to force the stuffing towards the centre of your mouth, keeping the crotch of the panties pinned to your tongue. The pockets of space he creates get smaller and smaller, until even he has to admit defeat. Your mouth is packed so fully it feels like a ball of cement has set in your mouth rather than some fabric.

With the index finger of his right hand, he stretches your lips, and pulls them over the mass of panties. Only a bit of the waistband and the label are sticking outside your mouth. You look down at your upper lip and notice it sticks out further than normal, like you are doing duck lips. The panties bulge out like a huge white ball. Against your better judgment you look at the label. 100% cotton. 4X.

The vast cotton panties absorb what little moisture is in your mouth that wasn’t absorbed by your socks. With all the sweat you’ve expended, and the insane tightness of the mass of ropes and tape, you start to feel dehydrated and light headed. He picks up the tape and sticks the free end on your cheek. You lay helpless as the tape does a circuit of your lower head. Your mouth is so wide open that the 3 inch wide tape doesn’t touch either of your lips. He tapes slowly, with as much force as he can. 5 layers of tape cleave gag you. The skin on your cheeks is stretched even more due to the tightness of the tape. Your skin on your face is pulled down, and your lower eyelids no longer touch your upper eyelids when you blink. The layers of tape slowly goes upwards, covering your upper lip, touching your nose, and even cover up some of your nostrils. He then goes downwards, covering your bottom lips, your chin, and wraps your lower jaw. After 30 layers of slow, brutally tight tape, he stops. He spends a full minute smoothing the tape down over your mouth, but doesn’t cut the tape free.

“Bet you’re wandering who Hailey is” he says as he smooths the tape with both hands. “I can’t answer that. I doubt it’s even her real name. All I know is that she’s fat and she sells very used underwear online. Hope you like how she tastes”. You narrow your eyes in disgust. Gagged with some huge skanks panties.

He gets up off of your chest and walks over to your feet. He looks at the toothbrushes.
“This isn’t where I left them”
He goes to his bag and pulls out three small pieces of rope. He pushes the rotating heads of the toothbrushes back between your big and second toes. Your big and second toes on each foot are tied together around the heads of the toothbrushes. Just above these ropes, he ties your big toes together and cinches them. He retrieves a longer piece of rope and ties your soles together. You shake your head frantically and protest. The anticipation is unbearable, knowing what’s going to happen and being unable to do anything to prevent it. You can barely move your feet and toes now. He turns the toothbrushes on again, and the tickle torture continues from where it left off.

Your muffled laughter is much quieter than before. He walks over to your head and continues wrapping layers of tape round your mouth and head. You just about register this, as the toothbrushes overwhelm you again. Even in your own head, you can’t hear your laughter over the sound of the tape. He goes much faster this time, but this has no effect on the tightness of the tape applied. The roll of tape slowly gets smaller and smaller, as the layers build and your gag gets bigger and wider. The tape goes over your ears, making everything sound muffled, like you are underwater. You look down. You can see your toes jiggle slightly against the ropes. The enormous bulge is gone, swallowed by the thickness of the layers of tape. You can’t count how many as all your brain registers is the violent tickling between your toes. The position of the heads mean they brush between your toes and where they join your feet. The torture overwhelms even the foul taste of your gag. Not being able to move your feet somehow intensifies the tickling. You try to look up again, but you cant tear your vision away from the toothbrushes and your feet as they erode your sanity.

The last of the tape leaves the roll. He cuts it free with the knife, and pats and smooths it down. “107” he says, although you don’t register this, or know what it means. You continue laughing, but you can’t here it even over the soft buzzing of the toothbrushes. With some of your nostrils covered with tape, breathing is difficult. Doubly so with the relentless tickling. All this and the dehydration makes you feel faint.

He walks over to your feet. He bends down slightly. You hear a loud buzzing noise. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone.

“Hi. Yes, it’s all...” is all you hear as he leaves the room, closing the door and locking it behind him. You are left alone and helpless, massively mummified and gagged, being tickled furiously on the most sensitive parts of your bare feet.
"Wait, why are you taking off my socks? My mouth? But I've worn them all day and they're all sweaty and they're far too big to fi-mmmmpgffph!
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Post by harukatsukino »

but he can still roll side to side haha, he's not completely immobile

love this story so much, probably the best mummification and over-gagging story, so detailed!
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Wow! This is such an intense story. I look forward to more.
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I think Zerg has left for good. Damn he's my fav GID writer
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