Virtual HOM

Shawn stood on the downtown street corner, anxiously glancing now at one passing pedestrian, now at another. Noon hour, too many people out on the street to keep up with them all! Shawn knew roughly what to look for, but in this crowd one of the women could be almost upon him before he even sighted her.

And all these people walking by, some of them smiling, joking, laughing. All these people out on the street. Innocent. Unknowing. Oblivious to the deadly mouth holders in their midst...

Shawn looked down the street, part way down the block, where all of a sudden he caught sight of her. Her! Coming out the door of a women's clothing shop, tall, slender, athletic, her long dark hair in a ponytail... It was her! It had to be her! Young, beautiful, and dressed in a black skintight outfit...

Shawn's heart was suddenly pounding with fear.

He had sighted her, but she hadn't yet seen him. Shawn paused, hesitated only a moment before he turned. Broke and ran!

Shawn ran right out into the street, even though the walk signal was against him. Shawn ran! Across the street, and dashing on as fast as his feet would carry him, weaving in between pedestrians, almost plowing into a man in a business suit. Shawn ran, his heart going wham wham wham wham wham! Shawn ran, breathing hard, and even through the roaring in his ears he could hear the sound of running footsteps behind him.

Behind him and drawing closer! The woman was chasing him. She was catching up. He didn't dare look back, but he could hear. The woman was in pursuit, and she was closing on him fast.

Out into a wide open concrete pedestrian mall. A sudden tug on his left elbow! Shawn glanced down, saw in a flash the elbow of his sweater in the grasp of a smooth beautiful female hand. He jerked his arm, pulled free, kept on running. But she had broken his stride. Before Shawn had succeeded in crossing the pedestrian mall, she was upon him again, from behind. This time she had him more firmly.

Shawn tried to call out. "No! Please, let me -- ghhhhmmmmmmff! Mmmmmmhh hmmmmm mmmm ggghhmmmmm HHHMMMMMMMMMMMH!"

Shawn's cry was cut off by the large soft icy cool female hand which suddenly clamped tight over his mouth. Tight!! A large soft cold strong athletic woman's hand, locked over his mouth and reducing him to stifled noises. "Mmmmmmmhhh, hmmmm mmmmmm mmmmmmmmhhh!!!"

The woman held Shawn from behind, held him with her hand locked over his mouth. He struggled, he squirmed in her grasp, he reached up and tugged at her large smooth cool hand over his mouth. But she was strong. One strong young woman! "MMMMMHHHHHHHH!!" As Shawn twisted in her grip, he turned around and momentarily caught a glance of her face, close up. Her beautiful patrician face, dark eyes, high sculpted cheekbones, wide coral lips. She was a beauty, in her skintight black outfit! But now Shawn was her prisoner, and she was gagging him with her hand right out in public.

"Mmmmmmhhh... mmmmmmmhhhh... HHHMMMM'MMMMMMM!" Shawn couldn't break free of this woman. And, winded from running, able now to breathe only through his nose, he didn't have much fight in him. "MMMMMHHH!! Mmmmmhh, MMMMMH! Mmmmmhhh, MMMMMHH! Mmmmmhh, MMMMMMHHH!!" Given time, and able to breathe more freely, Shawn might have fought his way free of this mouth holding woman.

Might have. Might have! But now came again the sound of running footsteps. "Mmmmmmmmhhhh!!!" Shawn made a startled noise beneath the woman's tight clamped hand, as he saw two more young women, both clad in skintight black, coming running across the pedestrian mall.

"MMMMMMMMHHH!! Gggghhhmmmm mmmmm hhmmmmmm!!! MMMMMMMM!" Shawn jerked and struggled in the woman's imprisoning embrace as her two partners came up and seized his arms. Each of them holding one arm, holding his arms out away from him, immobilized in their grasp.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHH!!!" Now it was three against one, the three young women in skintight black against Shawn. Once the other two women had his arms held secure, the mouth holding woman clamped her other hand in place, so that she was now holding both her large smooth athletic icy cool hands tight over Shawn's mouth. Tight! No way could he ever break free now. No way could he ever hope to get away from these three women who had him restrained and gagged by hand.

Nonetheless Shawn writhed and squirmed furiously in their unbreakable grip. "MMMMMMHHHH!! Hhhh'hhhmmmm, mmmmm wmmmmmm mmmm, gh'hhhhh mmmmm, mmmmmmmhhh!!" Shawn struggled and made wild muffled barking animal noises as the three women marched their captive back across the pedestrian mall, toward the street. They marched him along, two of the women each holding one of his arms stretched out, and the third woman keeping her large smooth strong icy female athlete hands clamped tight over Shawn's mouth.

And as they marched him along, Shawn noticed that most of the passing crowd was ignoring this strange public scene, this public spectacle of three women taking a man prisoner with their bare hands. Most of the people weren't even taking notice. It's surprising what can transpire right out in the open, and people will just turn a blind eye and ignore it.

A few people, Shawn saw them turning and looking at him with a fascinated but wary stare. And as the women dragged him up close to the street, Shawn saw two teen girls standing by a kiosk and giggling at his plight. "Oh," said one teen girl to the other, "he's trying to scream, but she's holding his mouth!" And both of the teen girls giggled and laughed like crazy.

Now the three women held Shawn by the curb. One of them said, "Good, here comes Lisa with the van." Shawn saw a black van working its way through traffic, with yet another woman in black behind the wheel.

"MMMMMMMHHHHH!!! MMMMMMM, HHMMMMMMMMMM!!" The van pulled up at the curb. It was obvious the women intended to load their handgagged prisoner into the van and take him away. "MMMMMMMMHHH!!!" But Shawn had no intention of finding out what would happen to him then.

Not yet, anyway.

"Mmmmm, wwmmmm hmmmmmm..." As the side door of the van opened, Shawn formed his safe signal: with each hand he touched his thumb to the tip of his index finger, as if making an "okay" gesture, and he held it like that for a full second.

And all of a sudden everything around him froze, and began fading away into soft greys and pastels. Even the sensation of the woman's hands over his mouth, and the other two women holding his arms, faded away like soft pastels.

Now in the next scenario Shawn was standing in an unfamiliar living room. It was night, and except for one small lamp on an end table, all was dark in the house. And Shawn found himself counting out loud: "Ninety-eight, ninety-nine, a hundred. Ready or not, here I come!"

Shawn looked around him. Somewhere in the rest of the darkened house, Kim was hiding. Shawn knew Kim was hiding. (But who was Kim? Yet somehow he knew her.) Shawn turned and walked out of the living room, into the foyer by the front door. Dark. Kim could be hiding anywhere in the dark.

Shawn tiptoed down the dark hallway, toward the back of the house. Now... the dining room? No. Shawn turned left and stepped slowly, cautiously, into the darkened den at the back of the house.

He stood, alert, in the darkness of the den. Kim could be hiding here. She could be. Or she could be hiding somewhere--

All of a sudden someone jumped Shawn from behind in the dark. Adrenalin surged through him, a young woman's laughter pealed from behind his head. She was jumping him, from behind, in the dark, with no warning.

"Kim? Is that -- mmmmmmmmmhhhh!! MMMMMHH! Mmmmmhh hmmmmm mmmmm, wwwmmmmm HHHMMMMMMM!!!" Suddenly a large soft warm strong delicately scented hand was clamped hard over Shawn's mouth. "Mmmmmmmmmmhhh!!" Now Kim was laughing even harder from behind Shawn's head in the dark.

"Mmmmmmmmhhh! Mmmmmmmhhhh!! MMMMMMMHHHH!!!" Shawn found it hard to struggle effectively against Kim, because he couldn't see what he was doing. She had her right hand clamped over his mouth, and she was dragging him backward in the dark, backward...

"Just have a seat, silly." Behind him in the dark, Kim was sitting down in a big overstuffed armchair in the darkened den. And she was pulling Shawn down onto her lap. Shawn sat down on her lap in the dark. "Mmmmhh, mmmmmm hhhmmmmm....." Kim was now holding Shawn on her lap in the dark, with her hand clamped over his mouth, holding him and not letting him go.

"Mmmmmmmhhhh..." Shawn tried to reach up, reach up to her hand over his mouth, but Kim was reaching up in the dark and retrieving his hands, forcing them back down into his lap.

"Mmmmmmmmhh, mmmmm hhmmmmmmmm mmmmm mmmm hhhmmmmmm!"

"Shhhhhhhhh!" Kim held onto Shawn's mouth. And he just sat there in her lap, with the firm warm sensation of her hand fastened over his mouth, and the delicate scent of her perfume filling his nostrils. Shawn tried to open his mouth, but Kim had her hand squeezed too tightly over his mouth for that. He couldn't get his mouth open beneath her soft warm firm grip.

And they sat there like that in the dark. Sat there together, Shawn sitting on Kim's lap in the big chair, as she held him and kept her hand over his mouth. Even though it was pitch black in the room, somehow Shawn knew what Kim looked like. He knew she was a sexy beauty, with long wavy blonde hair. He knew she had large soft beautiful hands, with long slender fingers and immaculately manicured long fingernails, and with the backs of her hands large and smooth like satin. Oh yes, Kim's sweet hand which she now had clamped over Shawn's mouth, and she wasn't letting go, either.

"Mmmmmmmmhhh, mmmmmmmmmhhhh!"

"Shhhhhhhhh! Just you be quiet!"

So Shawn just sat there like that on Kim's lap, in the dark, quiet, relaxed, peaceful, with her hand kept firmly over his mouth, unable to speak beneath her unending grip, taking in the sweet womanly scent of her hand with every breath. Quiet. Peaceful. Shawn sat there on Kim's lap in the dark for several minutes. She was being gentle and kind with him. But she showed no sign of ever taking her hand away from his mouth.

This was a sweet scenario, thought Shawn to himself. Sweet. Relaxing. And he didn't doubt that sometimes in this scenario's game of hide and seek, Kim would go and perhaps hide in one of the bedrooms upstairs. Hide in the dark, and perhaps grab him and hold him, handgagged, on a bed.

Shawn sat there on Kim's lap another several minutes, enjoying every moment of her unending hand over his mouth. Then he touched his thumbs to his index fingers, like making an "okay" sign, and held it for a second. And the darkness, and Kim's lap, and Kim's mouth holding hand, and her sweet perfume, all faded away into gentle grey.

In the next scenario, Shawn was standing outside on a bright sunny day. Outside, near what looked like a community center. And a young woman was mowing the lawn around the building. She was on a rider mower, and the motor was making a loud, almost deafening sound.

Shawn stood there watching her mow the lawn. She was an attractive young woman, dressed in blue jeans and a hooded sweatshirt, wearing sunglasses. Her dark brown hair was done up in a tight bun on the back of her head. And... either that rider mower was awful small, or this woman was quite an amazon!

Shawn tried to call out to her over the loud sound of the motor. At first she didn't notice. Then she turned her head and looked over at him. Blank look with her sunglasses, but from the general expression on her face, it was obvious she was pissed.

Suddenly the woman cut the motor. Silence. She scowled at Shawn. "Hey, how am I supposed to hear you over the sound of my mower?"

Shawn stood there, the spit going thick in his mouth. He couldn't think of a word to say.

"I said, what're you doing, calling to me while I got this mower running?"

"Uh... uh... uh....."

"I think you need a lesson in not talking when you shouldn't be talking. I think you need a lesson in keeping your mouth shut!" And with that, the woman stood up and got off her rider mower, and Shawn nearly crapped in his pants. Because this woman stood nearly seven feet tall. Not skinny tall, either. Big brawny muscular amazon tall.

She pushed up the sleeves on her sweatshirt, and Shawn was alarmed to see the bulging muscles of her amazon arms.

"Uh... uh... listen, I'm sorry, I didn't mean --"

"It's too late for sorry! Now I'm gonna teach you a lesson!"

"Uh... look, couldn't we -- mmmmmmmmmmpphhhh! Mmmmmmmmmhhhh! Hhhmmmm mmmmmmm hmmmmm, mmmmmm hmmmmm, hhhhmmmmmm! MMMMMHHHHH!! Hhmmmm..." The gigantic seven-foot woman seized Shawn, and she clamped her gigantic mammoth smooth strong muscular amazon hand tight over his mouth and nose. Tighter than a steampress! "Mmmmmmmmmmmmhhh!" This woman had incredible strength in her huge smooth beautiful hands, and now she had her left hand clamped icy tight over Shawn's mouth and nose and the entire lower two-thirds of his face.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmhhh!!!" Shawn could only make a pitiful muffled scream from beneath this woman's powerhouse tight-gagging hand. He couldn't talk. He couldn't cry for help. For that matter, he couldn't breathe.

He couldn't begin to breathe, through this woman's huge tight muscular hand clamped like a steel lid over his mouth and nose and much of his face. "mmmmmhh... mmmmhhh.... mmmmmhh........ mmmmmhhh..." It was hard even to make any noise, above a mewing whimper, with this seven-foot amazon holding her hand over his face so tight.

Shawn reached up, he tried with all his strength to tug and pull and pry on this woman's huge hand, but it was no use. Her oversized smooth athletic tight-smothering hand was much too strong and powerful, he couldn't begin to pull her hand away from his mouth. He couldn't even get her hand to budge, not even pulling on it with every ounce of his strength.

"Mmmmmmhhhh...... mmmmhhhhh.... mmmmmhhhhhhh..." A seven-foot amazon smothering Shawn with her bare hands, this was no joke. He thought of forming his safe signal, when all of a sudden she reached with her other hand and engulfed both of his hands at once in the tight, viselike grip of her gigantic hand.

"You see? You see what happens when you mess with me?" The woman was enjoying this, she was enjoying what she was doing to Shawn. She was relishing how she was smothering him with her hand clamped tight over much of his face, and he was helpless to get away from her.

"Mmmmmmhhhhh... mmmmmhhh........... mmh......" With his hands immobilized in the steely grip of her other hand, he couldn't move his fingers. Got to move... got to move fingers... got to form... "mmmmhh....."

Shawn's mind was swimming, he was beginning to black out. Then somehow, she shifted her position. Her one hand still clamped savagely tight over his mouth and nose. But her other hand... letting up slightly... on how tight it was holding his hands encased.

And with a supreme effort... Shawn formed... his safe signal... and held it...

And this scenario faded into bright sunlight pastels.

Shawn came to, lying in bed, tangled in the sheets. He was dripping with sweat. He reached up, felt of the helmet he was wearing on his head. A lot smaller and lighter, these helmets, than they used to be just a few years ago. Shawn took off the helmet. He lay amidst the tangled, smelly sheets as he looked around him at the dingy walls of his small apartment.

He wanted to lie there in bed a while longer, catch his breath, but Shawn realized he urgently needed to use the bathroom. He made his way to the toilet.

Afterwards Shawn looked on his computer. Yet another new HOM scenario had been located and downloaded, while he was testing out these three new HOM scenarios which had just been downloaded overnight! Well, he was tempted to try out the new scenario right away. But not until after lunch. Sometimes Shawn forgot to eat, when he had a backlog of new HOM scenarios to experience.

Yeah, get lunch. Eat. Then shower and get dressed? No, this was looking like another lost weekend. Another weekend spent in one HOM scenario after another. Eat lunch first. Then go back under the helmet, and try out that newest HOM scenario that just downloaded. Maybe go back and experience that hide and seek scenario with Kim again, too. The other two, the women in skintight black and the amazon on the rider mower, those scenarios seemed cool, but they were pretty intense. Better to wait till some time when he was better rested, and might spend all day exploring those scenarios in depth.

Oh, and Shawn now had over 900 different virtual HOM scenarios on his computer. He'd have to decide after lunch if he wanted to experience some of the others again, too. Shawn never had much luck getting real-life women to hold his mouth; but so what? He could experience all the virtual-reality HOMs he pleased, just as solid and vivid as life, any time he wanted...