Helga the Servant Girl

Clyde Wells reached the age of thirty an amiable failure. Clyde was well to do, and everybody liked Clyde, but he filled no important role in life. Clyde had an office at the company his family owned, and on occasion Clyde might make an inspection tour on the floor of the factory. But his older brothers ran the company. Clyde was excess baggage. Well liked excess baggage, but nonetheless...

Clyde lived in a big old brick house. He lived alone, except for his servants, for Clyde was a bachelor. Clyde was not lucky with the ladies. Oh, the ladies found him charming, but Clyde never courted a lady in earnest. For Clyde knew all too well that within him were dark urges of a peculiar nature which no respectable lady here in all of Columbus, Ohio would ever consent to indulge. So Clyde ate supper at home alone, and sat in front of the fireplace evenings, reading the newspaper, quietly reading the latest news about President Grover Cleveland, and the railroad moguls, and the US Army and its skirmishes with the Indians out west.

Then the stars came into a strange alignment, and Clyde suddenly found himself without any household servants. One gave notice, another had to be let go... And a peculiar idea occurred to Clyde. The peculiar idea of replacing them with but a single servant, if only he could find the right servant girl...

Clyde interviewed several potential servants before he found one who was just right. Helga was a big tall strapping farmgirl, twenty-two years old. Her wide handsome face, her broad shoulders, her ample bosom, her long blonde hair which she wore in rustic pigtails: Helga was a striking young valkyrie of a woman. But what riveted Clyde was Helga's hands. For Helga had gigantic hands. Enormous strong farmgirl hands, beautifully shaped, soft but strengthened from hard farm work, long and broad hands with large smooth backs and long powerful fingers. Clyde had scarcely hoped to find a girl with hands as wondrous as Helga's! She was just right in every way...

Just right in the ambiguous references she brought with her, too. Helga had left her last two positions under a cloud. Her references stressed that Helga was a diligent and capable worker. But there were hints that she was a girl of loose morals. Good, good! Helga would be all the more pliant to Clyde's peculiar purposes. He would make her eager to stay on in a comfortable position in his house, and fearful lest she be let go from yet a third position under a scandal of loose morals...

"So," said Clyde, "your duties will be varied but your burden will not be heavy. See to the kitchen and cook my meals, keep the house tidy and clean and running smoothly. Cook and housekeeper and all-around servant girl. You'll have a room to yourself, and free board, and five dollars a week. Oh, and one other thing..."

Clyde eyed Helga warily as he continued: "I suffer from a nervous condition which must be kept under strict control. Sometimes -- mostly when I'm alone, in private -- I lapse into a fit, and break forth with the most shocking streak of yelling and shouting and cursing. These fits must be contained very strictly, lest they grow into an unbridled habit and in time I suffer outbursts in public. So... one of your tasks will be, any time I break out in a fit, you must fasten your hand very very firmly over my mouth. And then you must keep your hand clamped extremely tight over my mouth, and stifle my cries for as long as I continue, until the fit subsides. Do you understand?"

"Yah," said Helga, "You t'row a fit, an' I choost holt your mouth."

"Good. You're hired."

Clyde's "nervous condition" was a fabrication, something he had dreamed up out of those dark secret urges inside him, but it lay at the center of his plan in hiring Helga. Now it was just Clyde and Helga, alone together in the house day after day. Clyde gave her a few weeks to become accustomed to her household routine and settle into her position as a servant girl. Then one evening at supper, Clyde decided it was time for him to stage a "fit."

Clyde was sitting at the table in the dining room, just finishing supper. His heart pounded nervously within him as he thought of what he was about to do. He took a final sip of wine, marshalled his resolve, and started yelling at the top of his lungs: "Arrrrrrrrrrh! Gaaahhhhhh! DAMMIT all an' blast it, DAMN you, m'good man, arrrrr, why DAMN you Danny, an' DAMN YOUR EYES! Arrrrrrr..."

At first there was no response. Then Clyde heard Helga's footsteps, striding out of the kitchen and into the dining room. Clyde caught a glimpse of Helga's face, the alarmed look in her eyes, the determined set of her clenched jaw.

"Arrrrrrrhh, an' DAMMIT, Danny m'boy, WHY do ye -- MMMMMMMMHHH, mmmmmhhh hmmmmm mmmmmmmm, HHHHMMMMMMM mmm GGGHHH'MMMMMM! MMMMMMMMMM, MMMMMMMMMMMHHH! HHHMMMMMMMMMMHHHHH!!! Mmmmmhh hhhmmmmm mmmmmmmm... mmmmh, mmmmmmm! Mmmmmmh, hhmmmmm! MMMMMH!! MMMMMM'MMMMMMHH! MMMMMMMMMM, WWWMMMMM'MMMM HHHHMMMMM!!!!" The mad cursing was cut off and reduced to frantic stifled noises, as Helga suddenly clamped her gigantic strong powerful soft smooth warm farmgirl hand tight over Clyde's mouth.

"MMMMMMMHHHH!!! MMMMMHH, HMMMMMMMHHH!!!!!" Clyde tried to shout, he tried to scream from behind Helga's hand, but it was no use. The big sturdy servant girl had the palm of her huge right hand clamped just as tight as a steel vise over Clyde's mouth, and he couldn't speak a word no matter how he tried, he couldn't open his mouth, he couldn't even move his jaw, he could only make meaningless muffled frantic noises, stifled screams from behind her tight-gagging hand, noises that made no sense, noises that weren't even close to intelligible words.

Clyde decided just to cut loose and go wild. "MMMMMMMMMHHHH!! Ggghh'hh nnnnn hhmmmmm, wmmmmmm mmmmm hmmmmm mm HHHMMMMMM!! MMMMMH'!! MMMMMMMMMHHH!!! Mmhhhhhh, mmmm mmmmmmm hhmmmm mm g'hhh WWWMMMMMM! Hhhhmmm, HHHMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!" He screamed and screamed into Helga's gigantic tight-clamped hand, he made muffled mouthless noises just as hard as he could, he twisted and turned his head back and forth, back and forth, right and left, right and left, as he tried to scream but all that came out was a muffled MMMMMMMMHHH!!!! But Helga wouldn't let go, she let his head turn back and forth but she just kept her huge powerful farmgirl hand locked tight over Clyde's mouth and she wouldn't let him go.

"Mmmmmmmhhhh... mmmmm, mmmm hmmmmmm mmmmmmhhh..... MMMMMMMHHH!! MHHH, HHHHMMMMMMM!!!" Clyde was beside himself with delight at the overpowering sensation of this young valkyrie's enormous hand kept clamped oh so tight over his mouth. Helga had gigantic smooth womanly hands, soft and warm, but powerful, muscular, the huge palm of her hand squeezed almost painfully tight over his mouth, her big strong square-nailed fingers and the heel of her hand squeezed and indented way in tight, tight-squeezing his cheeks in so hard it felt like ice, oh, her large upcurved thumb lying across the bridge of Clyde's nose... Helga had Clyde's mouth and lower face encased in her warm muscular unbearably tight grasp, this girl had soft smooth hands but at the same time she had an invincibly powerful hand-grip, like farmgirl hands of steel!

Clyde couldn't believe how impossibly hard and tight Helga had her giant amazon hand gripped over his mouth! And she wouldn't let him speak a word! And she wasn't letting go! "Mmmmmmh, hhhnnnn mmmmm MMMHHHHH!!"

Clyde kept up his muffled screaming into the tight-clamped palm of Helga's oversized right hand for a couple of minutes. Then he trailed off, a soft "mmmmmhh" now and then. Even after he fell silent, Helga didn't let go, she didn't even let up any on how tight she was keeping her hand gripped over his mouth. Clyde looked up at her, silent, with her hand still steel-clamped in place over his mouth, and he beheld the look of womanly concern in her eyes. Concerned for him, but still firmly committed to keeping him shut up with her hand.

Some fifteen or twenty seconds after Clyde had fallen completely silent, Helga asked, "Now, if I take my hand off your mouth, vill you be all right?"

Clyde dumbly nodded his head, and it was another three or four seconds before Helga cautiously removed her large farmgirl hand from his mouth.

"Thank you, Helga," said Clyde, "you did that just exactly right."

Clyde relived the events of Helga's first mouth hold in his mind many times over the next few days. What a wonder that servant girl was! What an incredible mouth holder! Clyde had to resist the temptation to throw another "fit" right away. Wait, wait a while, and then -- but it was so hard to resist! Clyde wanted so badly to feel Helga holding his mouth shut again!

Clyde managed to hold off for over a week, but then he could resist no longer. It was evening, and Clyde was sitting in a chair before the fireplace, where a nice cheery fire was burning. There was nobody in the entire house but Clyde and Helga. And Clyde sat there reading the newspaper by the light of a kerosene lamp.

And then Clyde decided it was time to get Helga to hold his mouth again. It was time for another "fit." With a pang of eager anticipation, Clyde let the paper fall to the floor as he broke into uncontrolled yelling: "Aaaaiiiiiiiiieeeee! Gaahhhhhrr, an' DAMN it all to HELL! Ehhhhhrrr, DAMN ya, Jimmy, DAMN ya all the way t'HELL an' back!! Aiiiieeeee!! DAMN ya a DAMN sight, an' DAMN your EYES!"

Clyde's heart beat faster as he heard the sound of Helga's feet, walking up behind him rapidly. And then Helga's huge smooth beautiful hands appeared, reaching around from behind the chair...

"I say DAMN ya, DAMN ya to HELL, Jimmy -- MMMMMMMMMHHHH!! MMMMMHHH, mmmmmmhh! Hhhhhhmmmm, mmmm hhmmmm HHMMMMMMMM, mmmmmhhhhh! GWWWWMMMMMM, mmmhh HHHHHHMMMMM, MMMMHH HMMMM MMMMMMMMMHHHHHH!!!! MMMMMMHHH!!! HHHHMMMMMMMMMMHH!!!" Clyde's ranting was suddenly cut off, reduced to muffled barking and screaming, as Helga very suddenly clamped both her hands down tight over Clyde's mouth and nose. "MMMMHHHHHH!! Hmmmmm mmmm hmmmm, MMMMMMMM!!" Yes, Helga had both of her gigantic enormous soft warm steely-strong farmgirl hands clamped in place hard over Clyde's face, her right hand over his mouth and nose, her left hand over her right hand, and her much too big powerful womanly hands so large that they covered his entire face from ear to ear, tight-covered his entire face from his jaw clear up to his eyes. Clyde's eyes just barely peered out above the engulfing tight-grip of Helga's huge amazon hands gagging him like a tight gag-mask of living steel, oh, Helga stifling Clyde's "fit" by suddenly clamping her gigantic hands down unbearably tight over his mouth and nose!

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHH!!!! MMMMMH! Mmmmmmm, hmmmmm mmmmm mmmm hhhhhhhh!! Wwwwmmm'mmmm mmmmm!! GGHHHMMMMMMHH! MMMMMMHHHHH!! Mmmmmhhh hmmmmm mmmmmm, MMMMMMMMHHHHH!! HHHHHHHMMMMMMM!!!!!!" Clyde was trying to scream, trying just as hard as he could to scream from beneath Helga's big strong warm soft smooth muscular hands clamped oh icy-tight over his mouth and nose and cheeks and jaw and more than half of his face. Tight!!! Clyde was trying to scream, but Helga was holding her colossal farm-strengthened hands over his mouth and nose so steely tight that he could only make stifled animalistic barking and groaning noises.

"MMMMMMMHHH!! Mmmmmmm wwwwmmm GGGHHMMMM'HHHH!!! Mmmmhhh, hmmm MMMMMMMMMMMMMH!!!!" Helga was tight-holding her huge hands over Clyde's mouth and nose, but somehow Clyde was able to breathe through his nostrils, drawing breath in and driving breath out with some effort between Helga's big long sturdy powerful fingers. With effort Clyde was able to breathe, but it scarcely lessened the terror of having so much of his face encased in the steel-tight grip of Helga's drafthorse-strong unyielding tight-gripping hands. This servant girl had hands of steel! Big soft smooth beautiful hands, but hands made unnaturally strong by years of hard labor growing up on a farm! And now Helga was keeping her hands locked in an unnaturally tight icy grip over Clyde's mouth and nose, a powerful tight grip from which there was no escape!

"MMMMMMMMMMMM!!!! Hhhhhh... Mmmmmmmhhh... MMMMMMMHH, MMMM HHHMMMMMMM!!!" Helga stood behind Clyde's chair, keeping her huge hands fastened hard over his mouth and nose, as he strained just as hard as he could to scream, to cry out -- but he couldn't. He just couldn't. No matter how he tried, no words would come out, he couldn't get his mouth open beneath her tight mask-hold, only dampened unintelligible screaming noises. On an impulse Clyde reached up, felt of Helga's gigantic elephantine hands, her warm smooth muscular hands so much larger than his --

"MMMMM, MMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHH!!!!!!!" Now Clyde was pulling, tugging, prying at Helga's giant mouth holding hands, pulling and tugging on her hands with all of his strength, struggling just as hard as he could to pull her hands away from his mouth. "MMMMMMMMM'MMMMHH!!!!" But it was no use. Hard as Clyde pulled on Helga's hands, it was in vain. Helga was a tall robust shapely but sturdy farmgirl, and she was far far stronger than the pampered son of a wealthy industrial family. Helga was far stronger than Clyde, and Helga's gigantic muscular farmgirl hands were far far far stronger than Clyde's hands. Even with all his strength, Clyde couldn't begin to pull Helga's hands away from his face. Clyde pulled and tugged on Helga's tight-gagging hands until he was exhausted, but he couldn't budge her hands even a fraction of an inch from their unbreakable vise-tight lock over his mouth and nose.

And Helga wouldn't let go. No matter how frantically Clyde went "MMMMMMMMHH!!", no matter how violently he pried and pulled to get her hands off his mouth, Helga just stood there behind Clyde's chair, keeping her hands locked tight over his mouth and nose, grimly determined to keep on holding his mouth shut no matter what, proudly committed to confine and contain and stifle Clyde's unruly "fit," no matter how long it took.

Clyde made frantic noises, he struggled with all his strength but in vain to get free from Helga's unbreakable tightgripping mouth hold. It was a good twenty minutes before Clyde settled down and sat silent, defeated, sitting there in his chair with Helga's gigantic hands still clamped tight over his mouth and nose, no longer struggling against her, no longer making any noises. Even then Helga kept on holding Clyde's mouth and face in her hands, icy tight, for a good minute before she asked him, "Now if I let go your mouth, can you behave yourself?"

Clyde nodded his head. It was another ten seconds at least before Helga let up and released Clyde's face from her unbreakable steely farmgirl grip.

And Clyde was exultant! What a mouth holder this young woman was! From then on Clyde contrived to throw a "fit" once or twice a week. Each time he was met with an unbreakable strong hand gag from Helga the servant girl, who took very seriously her duty to contain and stifle his nervous outbursts by holding his mouth shut savagely tight, no matter how wildly he made muffled screams and struggled in vain to get away from her.

About three months after Helga's arrival Clyde decided one night to take his "fits" to a new level. It was late in the evening, and Clyde had retired to his bedroom, with a candle still burning on the nightstand. And there, lying in bed, Clyde began to shout his lungs out: "DAMMIT! Oh, DAMN ye, DAMN ye all! Arrrrrrrr, and DAMMIT when you blaggards think ye can trifle wi' me, an' DAMMIT --"

With growing excitement, Clyde heard Helga coming down the hall from her room. She opened the door to his bedroom without a word, without knocking. Helga was in her nightgown, her hair up beneath her flannel nightcap. And like an avenging fury Helga strode across Clyde's bedroom and got into bed next to him, shoved her way in behind him, and reached around from behind his head and clamped her gigantic smooth powerful farmgirl hand tight over Clyde's mouth and nose.

"MMMMMMMHHHH! Mmmmmhhhh, mmmm hmmmmm gghhhmmmm hmmmm nnnnnhhh, ggghhmmmm mmmmm wwwwmmm mmmm, MMMMMMHHH!!! Wwwwwmmm mmmmmm hhhhmmmm, HHHHMMMMMMMMMM!!!!" Clyde tried to scream with Helga's enormous soft strong muscular right hand squeezed tight like a steel clamp over his mouth and nose, his entire face from his jaw up almost to his eyes. "MMMMMMMMHHHH!!!" Clyde lay there in his bed with Helga pressed up behind him, half straddling her lap, his shoulders pressing back against her large breasts, his mouth-held head cradled back hard against Helga's right shoulder.

And Clyde couldn't reach up to pull on her powerful hand, because Helga had her left arm wrapped tightly around his arms and body, pinning his arms down tight in an immobilizing embrace. And she had his ankles locked motionless between her legs in a sudden leghold.

"MMMMMMMMHHH! MMMMMM, mmmmm hmmmmmm HHHHHMMMMMMM!!" Helga was lying there in bed with Clyde, holding him tight, immobilized, so he could only wiggle and squirm a little in her tight unbreakable embrace, and make wordless noises from behind her huge soft muscular amazon hand locked tight over his mouth and nose, oh, breathing laboriously through her tight powerful facehold over his mouth and nose, mouth sealed shut tight, a little air whuffling in and out through his nostrils beneath Helga's tight-covering hand...

Clyde's head pulled back against Helga's shoulder, her steely strong smoothbacked hand clamped unbelievably tight over his mouth and nose... Helga in her nightgown holding Clyde captive in his own bed, holding him tight so he couldn't talk and could hardly even move... Helga, with her lips only an inch from Clyde's ear, Helga's hot breath against his ear as she whispered to him, "You haff dis fit real bad, don'chu?! Go on, nobody can hear you... an' I can holt your mouth all night long if I haff to..."

"MMMMMMMMHHHHH! Mmmmmm mmmmmmmmm, mmmmm hmmmmm MMMMMMMMHHHH!!!"