The Gag by Night

"Would you like a warm-up on your coffee?" January Koschak held the coffeepot in her large smooth beautiful hand as she filled up the customer's cup.

Then she bustled back behind the counter. Soon she was over on the other side of the restaurant, picking up plates, cups, silverware from a table full of customers who were about to leave. "'Kay, you folks have a good evening, see ya!" She carried an alarming load of plates and items from the table, balanced on her hands and forearms, but she was used to it. And carrying such implausibly heavy loads had built up amazing strength in January's hands and arms.

Now the restaurant was emptying out, the supper hour past, the pace slowing down for the evening. January stood there tapping her foot, looking for something to do. She stood there with a pensive expression, a tall trim strong athletic girl of nineteen, long copper-red hair, wide-set brown eyes, high Slavic cheekbones.

"Jan, you could take off for the evening if you like." It was January's Aunt Margaret, who owned the restaurant. "I think we can keep up."

"Mmmmm-kay..."

"Tomorrow before lunchtime, say?"

"'Kay, see ya then." January cleared off one last empty table before she left the restaurant, walked back three blocks to her tiny cramped apartment, and collapsed into bed for a few hours' sleep.

But January was up again before ten o'clock, up again in the dark, standing in front of her mirror and getting into her costume. Dressing up for the night.

Her costume: underneath, January put on a layer of light cotton. Then she pulled on tight black leather pants and a tight black leather jacket. She cinched a wide black leather belt in on her waist a notch too tight, to accentuate her figure. Black leather Nikes completed the look.

January put up her red hair and donned a wig, a wig of long black hair. Then over her head she pulled on a black wool ski mask, with the hair of the wig spilling out underneath, a mane of black hair cascading across her shoulders and down her back.

January put on a heavy perfume. She regarded herself in the mirror and smiled. Good, good! Every square inch of her body was covered, except for her eyes, lips, and of course her large smooth beautiful bare-naked hands.

January Koschak led a double life: a waitress by day... the Gag by night!

Quarter after ten found the Gag crouching in her black costume, crouching up on the roof of Finnegan's bowling alley, scoping out people walking by down below. Who tonight would become the first lucky victim of the Gag?

Soon she sighted a likely victim, a young man who looked early twenties. Good, he was short and slight, didn't look like the rough type. January was stronger than most men, tall and athletic as she was. But it didn't hurt to size up her victims first...

The man wandered down the sidewalk and around the corner, heading alone down a side street. By the time he reached the end of the block, January was waiting for him.

Without warning the Gag sprang out of the dark! She seized the man from behind, clamped her large strong soft warm smoothbacked lovely hand TIGHT over the man's mouth. "MMMMMMMMMMMMHHHH!! HMMMM, MMMMM HHMMMM, HHHMMMMMMM! Mmmmh hmmmm mmmmmm, mmmmhh, MMMMMMMH!!! GGGHH'HMMM MMMM! Mmmmmh... mmmmmmhhh... mmmhhhhh..... mmmmhhhh......."

The man jerked and struggled, but the Gag had her other arm wrapped tight around his body, pinning his arms down. "Mmmmmmmmmmhhh!!" She was too strong for him, he couldn't get away from her no matter how hard he struggled. "Mmmmmmmhhh, hhhhmm mmm MMMMMMMHHH!!"

January dragged the man back into the darkness, back into the doorway of an empty abandoned storefront. She held him there, wrapped tight in her arms, with her huge strong warm smooth 19 year old hand gripped hard over his mouth. She knew the odor of her perfume must be filling his nostrils. With her arm across his chest she could feel his heart pounding, pounding, pounding in terror. January's own heart was pounding too, pounding from the sheer adrenalin rush of jumping a victim, shutting him up with her hand over his mouth, holding him helpless in the dark!

"MMMMMMMMMHHHHH!! MMMMMHHHHHH!!! MMMMMMM, HHMMMMMM!!!!" The man was jerking, thrashing around, trying to scream from beneath the Gag's tight unrelenting hand. But she wouldn't let him go.

She hissed in his ear, "Listen! Just you pipe down! Not so loud... or I could smother you!"

"Mmmmmhhhh.... Mmmmhhhhh...... Mmmmhh, mmmmmmmhhh..." The man's muffled screams gave way to soft frightened whimpering. He was breathing hard through his nose, breathing fast and in need of breathing faster. He squirmed in January's arms. She could feel him straining to open his mouth; but with her hand so tight in place over his mouth, there was no way he could ever get his mouth open. The hand of the Gag held his mouth tight shut.

The Gag held her prisoner like this, silenced and immobilized in the darkened doorway, for a good five or ten minutes. His heart was still pounding, pounding, pounding. Then she spoke to him in a throaty alto: "You've been a good boy... but remember, watch out for the Gag by night!"

Then she shoved him out onto the sidewalk, and was sprinting off down the street in the dark before he could react.

Down in Pulaski Park the Gag sighted her next victim, evidently a college boy. What was he doing, wandering around in the park by himself at this time of the night?! No matter, time to teach him a lesson he wouldn't forget!

January sprang out of the bushes, grabbed the fellow and gagged him with her hand. "MMMMMMMMHHHHH!!! MMMMMHHHH!!!! Mmmmmhhh??? Mmmmhhhhh? Hhhmmmmmm????" She dragged him back behind the bushes. He was acting every bit as clueless and naive as he looked. But those puzzled noises... oh, joy! January knew exactly what that meant: he had smelled her perfume immediately, couldn't understand why a girl was attacking him in the dark.

The Gag chuckled to herself as she shoved the naive college boy down onto the ground, flat on his back. She sat on his chest, with his arms pinned beneath her knees, and both her hands pressed down hard over his mouth.

"MMMMMMMMMMHHHH!! Mmmmmmmmmmmhhhh! Mmmmmhhh!!" With January sitting on top of him in a good old fashioned schoolgirl pin, this guy couldn't even squirm around. She looked down into his terrified eyes, looked down at her big smooth strong lovely hands pressed down hard, pressed thumbs down over his mouth. What must he be feeling right now, looking up at January with her ski mask, looking up at this girl clad in black who was holding him down with her hands pressed down so unmercifully tight over his mouth?! "Mmmmmmmh, mmmmmhhh, HHHHMMMMMH!!" Oh, an electric jolt of excitement ran up January's spine!

She looked down into the eyes of the hand-silenced college boy, and she spoke to him in a low womanly voice: "Do you know who I am? Do you know why I'm doing this to you?"

"Mmmmmhhhh... mmmmhhh.... mmmmmmmmmhhh..." Above January's oversized mouth-covering hands, the young man's eyes widened in terror.

She parted her ruby lips in a smile, and crooned to him, "I am the Gag, and I can do whatever I want with you." She pressed her large beautiful athletic hands down even harder over his mouth. "Do you have any idea how much tighter I could hold your mouth?" January leaned down harder and harder, until she was pressing the boy's head into the dirt with her full body weight.

"Mmmmmmmmmhhhh.... Mmmmmmhhhh......" January grinned as she looked down at her knuckles going white, the big smooth back of her hand going taut with muscular tension. She must be pressing down on his mouth so tight, that it felt like his entire lower face was being obliterated in a maelstrom of burning blue-white icy-hot pressure! Oh, what a TIGHT intense mouth-hold she was inflicting on him!

"Mmmmmmhhhh... mmmm hhmmmm, mmmmm mmmmmm....." Waves of excitement coursed through January's body as she held the college boy pinned down on the ground, his mouth weighted down steampress tight beneath her hands for minute after endless minute. Poor clueless innocent fellow! He couldn't even squirm underneath her!

Then, after more than half an hour, she let him go. She sprang up and dashed away. "It's been a pleasure!" cried the Gag as she vanished in the dark.

Off down a dark street, and in an empty lot January knelt and lifted a steel grate and let herself down into a steam tunnel. The maze of old abandoned steam tunnels that ran underground all through the older part of the city... By flashlight she found her way back home through the steam tunnels, coming out in the basement of her apartment building. Then up the back stairs out of the basement. Now, to her left was a side door out of the building; and to her right, a door leading into the kitchen of her apartment...

January Koschak peeled off her leather outfit, and let it fall onto the floor. She dropped into bed and fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning January ate breakfast as she watched the late local news, which she'd set to record last night. Sure enough, there was another mention on the news of "that mystery woman known as the Gag, who's been terrorizing the city at night."

January just grinned and grinned over her orange juice and toast.

In to the restaurant, and January spent the day waitressing. During a break she called her Uncle Tony on her cell, to see if he might have some piecework at his warehouse for her to do on her day off. Then after work, back to her apartment, and check online -- ah, another item she had up for sale on eBay had sold, she'd have to mail that off tomorrow -- and then to bed for a few hours of sleep, until it was dark out.

Up by ten o'clock, and into her costume as the Gag. Oh, if only people knew! January knew people wondered why she was living her life in the slow lane: Oh, why that Jan, she's such a bright girl, why doesn't she go on to school? Didn't the university offer her a sports scholarship? Why, she's the best girls' basketball player I can remember at Washington High. So tall, so strong, so athletic... why, do you know Jan's hands are so large, she can palm a basketball?! That girl is so talented, but she just doesn't seem to have the ambition. Yeah, right. If only people knew! January preferred a peaceful low key life by day... and secret excitement at night.

A waitress by day... the Gag by night!

Now the Gag tiptoed down the back stairs from her apartment, into the steam tunnels, and she surfaced back behind Rundle's Used Cars. Down a side street through a quiet blue collar neighborhood, and cut across to Hamilton Avenue, up the street from McDonald's. And there, standing under a streetlight, was a young man. Looked sure of himself. Looked...

A tingle ran up January's spine. She was sighting more and more guys like this, as the Gag's reputation grew. It was just an intuition, but she could almost swear... She crept up on him, keeping to the shadows, but he turned and saw her a good 15 feet away. He saw her advancing on him, in her tight black leather outfit and her black ski mask...

He could've turned and fled, but he didn't. The look on his face was downright eager. January ran up to him and pounced, her big soft warm strong smooth alabaster teengirl athlete hand suddenly clapped tight over his mouth and nose.

"Mmmmmmmhh, mmmmm hmmmm mmmm hmm, mmmmmmmmhhh! Hmmmm mmmm mmmmmmmm, mmmmmmhhhh!!" He tried to reach up and pull on her hand, oh the Gag's lovely powerful hand so much larger than his hands, but she reached up and caged his hands in the embrace of her other arm, pulled his hands down and kept them pinned down, tightened her hand's gagging grip over his mouth and nose... "Mmmmmmmhhh, hhhmmmm mmmmmmmmmh!!"

Good, she had him well muffled, and she could tell he wasn't breathing very well. January dragged the man back away from the streetlight, toward the dark. But while they were still in the light, she looked down over his shoulder and -- it was unmistakable -- she noticed the big hard lump standing out on the front of his pants. Sure enough, her intuition was correct! This wasn't the first guy she'd grabbed who liked getting attacked by the Gag.

All right, I'll show him! January dragged the man back into an alleyway, as he writhed and jerked in her arms, and went "Mmmmmmhhh! Mmmmmhhh, hmmmmm mmmmmmmm!" Back in the shadow of the alley, behind a garage, where January squatted down and held the man prisoner, sitting him on the gravel in front of her, with her hand kept tightclamped over his mouth and nose, and her other arm kept wrapped tight around his chest and upper arms. The man kept wriggling and struggling, mmmmphing in January's unbreakable tight embrace, but it was no use: this big strong athletic girl in tight black leather and a ski mask was far stronger than the man, and he couldn't get away from her no matter how hard he tried. "Mmmmmmmmhhh! Mmmmmmmmmmh! Mmmmmmmmm!"

The Gag spoke into the man's ear in her best low throaty voice of command: "Just you quiet up, if ya want me to let ya breathe easier! Otherwise I'll black you out!"

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMHHHH!!! MMMMMMHH, HHMMMMM MMHHHHH MMMMMMMHHHH!!" Oh damn, that was the wrong thing to say! Excited by her threat, the man was making louder noises now, squirming harder in her arms, trying really hard to get his mouth open beneath the tightsqueezing palm of her hand. "MMMMMMMMMMHHHH!" January was sure he couldn't get away from her, no matter how hard he struggled -- but...

Sure enough, around the corner from the garage, a light flicked on in someone's back yard... no doubt someone come to their back door to see what all the noise was about.

"Shhhhhhhhh!" January hissed in the man's ear. "Someone in the house heard you!"

"Mmmmmh--" The man stopped groaning from behind the Gag's big strong tight hand.

But January knew it was time to cut her losses on this one. No doubt someone in the house was phoning the police this very moment. She said to the man, "Be good, or I'll come back an' shut your mouth again!" Then she gave his mouth a final tight squeeze with her big oversized female athlete hand, before she let him go.

Suddenly there was a sound like a straightedge razor on a strop, and January realized the man had a knife. Again that sound: skitch! What the...?! At such close quarters, only her leather outfit had saved her from getting slashed. She kicked the man, hard, kicked him ass over teakettle, and turned and ran, with the sound of his loud yelling and cursing ringing in her ears...

Running, running through the darkness several blocks, until she reached the steam tunnel grate next to First Methodist Church. Then back through the tunnels until she was safe at home in her own tiny apartment. Only once she had pulled off her ski mask and sat down on her couch did she realize she was shaking and trembling. Then January was crying, with a flood of tears.

January Koschak slept late the next morning. She ate a skimpy breakfast and spent the day working at the restaurant. All day long something inside of January felt all weak and trembly, like jangling nerves. She couldn't get the events of the previous night out of her head. A knife, that's no joke. Wonder what set him off?! Maybe it's time to quit being the Gag. January asked her aunt to let her off work early. She took a city bus out to her parents' house. Her mother was busy fixing supper.

"Jan, honey, have supper with us tonight?" Mrs. Koschak set an extra place at the table. "Your father will be home late from work, is my guess. Here, have a carrot! Supper will be on in a few."

January sat down at the table, feeling so normal again.

Her mother got to rattling on nonstop, as usual. "And Jan, have you heard on the news lately, about this awful girl they call the Gag? She goes sneaking around the city at night, and she'll attack a man and overpower him and hold her hand over his mouth. Isn't that awful? I think that girl must have a screw loose, don't you?!"

"Mmmmmmm..." January felt a sharp pang in her heart, as she always did when her mother disapproved of her. If only mom knew! January took another carrot and chewed on it.

Supper was soon on, and January sat there eating with her mother, and her kid brothers Travis and Jordan, and her father who walked in the door only ten minutes late for supper. And she felt so wonderfully normal. Maybe I should just give up on being the Gag...

Afterwards January took a city bus back to her apartment, and all the way until she got in the door she was thinking of putting her black costume out in the trash. Until she got in the door. Until all of a sudden January Koschak was overcome with an adrenalin rush at the thought of creeping through the dark... overcome with giddy excitement at memories of seizing some unexpecting fellow in her arms... overcome with the wild savage thrill of holding him tight with her hand over his mouth, and he can only make noises, and he can't get away from her no matter how he struggles, because January is a big sexy athletic girl who's a lot stronger than most men...

January stretched out in bed to sleep. She knew she'd be up again in a few hours, wearing tight black leather and a ski mask, out there in the dark, springing on some young man and grabbing him, holding him tight in her arms, holding him with her hand over his mouth as he mmmmphed and struggled against her in vain. No, January knew she could never give it up.

If only mom knew, what would she think? Her own daughter, a waitress by day... the Gag by night!