New story featuring very strong gagging. I'll make drawings for it later
C356
Azaela walked down the road on the way to her club. She moved past the trees and dark gray houses. Bushes swayed in the wind. Steps came up behind her and before she could react tape was planted on her mouth and a mask was pulled on her face. A black haired girl was holding her arms behind her back and making her quickly walk. Injecting her in the neck, she was directed into a crowd.
She did not know where she was but they sure were loud. Suddenly she realized that her abductor had let her go. No one would hear her mmmphs in the crowd, and it would be embarrassing to pull off the tape, so she just kept going.
As she moved she noticed on one side of a shed was various tubes containing wiring and other stuff important to the gathering. She suddenly realized it was a festival for one of the rival clubs. Sabotaging it would help her own. She peeled the tape from her mouth and reached down to fiddle with the tubes.
She placed transmitters that would fully ruin the damaged tubes with water once she was at a safe distance. She went away and clicked her app to activate them. The lights went out. She started running, but someone grabbed her, a strong dude. She sent messages to her club using her phone, and when he grabbed her hands she used voice commands.
He dragged her towards a nearby tent. He grabbed a tube of super glue from tools on a wooden table and first glued her lips then her fingers and the edges of her hands together. "Shut up!!!" He yelled, passing more glistening glue over her already fused lips, layering it as she stretched the skin.
By this time more participants and crew had come to help, hogtying her hands and feet on the floor below her chest with rope, as the groaning girl squirmed puffing her face. The one who grabbed her made a call on his phone. Someone told her what kind of place she was going to and she yelled.
Duct tape was wrapped around her mouth and a face mask was put back on, she was put onto her behind. "Sit down!!" They had put what seemed like an excessive amount of rope onto her body. She dazed off and it occurred to her that the injection may have taken her inhibitions from performing such rash behavior. But it didn't matter now…
A white van pulled up and the driver put her into a quickly vacuumed bag, the passenger and him bringing her into the side door. Thrown into a soundproof box which was closed, she saw a light in the darkness and she looked at it, then pink spirals and other hypnosis played from bright LEDs. She grunted behind her gag, no one would listen to what happened next. Her thoughts were captured and slowly muzzled.
By the time she arrived at the facility Outpost her mind was as glued as her mouth, sealing the aggression she had unfortunately acted on, and was lost in a fantasy. She imagined being victorious in her sabotage and being celebrated at her Club, even though she had felt like it was unnatural for her, then all that went away as the powerful hypnosis wiped her recent memories and other parts of her mind. She thought of her crush with no words, just nice images of him, then scenes from her memories of past years there.
When she became aware again she was in a firm and comprehensive brown straitjacket and bounced on the floor. Mechanical arms on metal poles picked her up and bought her into a machine. Her mouth was filled with foam and padding like it was walled, then tape dispensers the size of her head began to roll around wrapping her mouth, cutting and dispensing tape layers of different colors, forming a giant muzzle. She was lost in her memories and starting to live in them by making different decisions. The mechanical arms moved her to dunk her in yellowgreen adhesive, then she was lifted up to be wrapped in softened sheets of the same material as her straitjacket, smoothly covering her entire body. She was laid on the floor and her memories changed again, this time her friends were taping her mouth and hands. It was very difficult to maintain her erratic demeanor which got her into this situation after being aggravated. Tape went over her mouth in all her memories, calmly switching between them as her erratic demeanor was erased. Adhesive was spread around her tape wrap, then another sheet of the material was pressed around her mouth for an outer muzzle layer. Her hypnosis was completed and fixed in her brain, and she went down. In her memories, she went around trying to make noise but they were little sounds. She saw her crush and he pressed a sheet of tape over her mouth and the noises stopped. She was placed in a metal box which had been molded to fit her analyzed figure. The join was sealed with a metal strap, and the box was carved with planes to facilitate the maintenance of the hypnosis with emitters. Inside, her mind was silent, and became an empty void to be remade. She became known as C356 even though she would only be there for a couple years. She was placed in a large storage bank for the boxes.
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Years later, she was back in her club. Entirely focused on it and living for it, she ran around waving her fists making soft sounds, with a masked face. She had a lot of friends and was a gentle presence nearby them.
Then she went home. The black haired girl who had used her for sabotage lived with her, petting her head as Azaela ran up happily, holding up her hands. Behind her mask a large piece of tape covered her cheeks, and her lips and fingers were glued fused shut. She didn't have a single thought of leaving this state and murmured as the girl patted her masked mouth. The girl would always find new uses for her to carry out every month or so.