O Kindly Angel

Van was standing in line at the convenience store cash register when he recognized the broad back and shoulders, the braided blonde hair, of the tall athletic college girl standing ahead of him. "Oh, hi, Angel! How ya doin'?"

She turned around, and a sweet innocent smile lit up her face when she saw who it was. "Van? Hi, I'm doing fine, how 'bout you?"

"Pretty good, just stopped off to get some stuff on the way back from class." Van was clutching a bag of Doritos and a couple of beef jerky sticks as he looked up at Angel's beautiful face, then snuck a glance downward at her hands. Oh, Angel's hands! Van had always had a thing for Angel's gigantic smooth sexy female athlete hands. Such huge powerful feminine hands! "How soon will soccer season be starting?"

"Oh," said Angel, "we're practicing already. Won't be long." Van found himself staring at Angel's fingernails, grown out off-season nearly a quarter of an inch. Those nails wouldn't last long now: being the star goalie on the women's soccer team was murder on long nails. Already the nail on Angel's right forefinger was trimmed off short.

"I'll have to come and see you play."

"Okay, our first game is against Villanova, we're gonna whip their ass!" Whip their ass?! Angel was always such a sweet and innocent girl, almost naive. Something in Van's ears clashed when a word like that slipped out of her mouth. But he'd seen her out on the soccer field, tough and feisty. He knew Angel had another side to her.

All the way back to his dorm room, Randy Vanderhorst was overcome with lurid fantasies of Angel and her large smooth beautiful female soccer goalie hands. He was dreaming of Angel keeping her hand gripped tight over his mouth, oh, holding him muffled and silent, holding him shut up no matter how he struggled in vain to break free from her tight imprisoning mouth-engulfing hand!

But seeing Angel's hands always did that to him, ever since that semester when Angel and Van were lab partners in Physics 101. Van aced the course, as usual, and he helped Angel so that she ended up with a B- instead of a D or F. Ever since then, Angel was always so sweet and kindly toward Van whenever their paths crossed on campus or around town. And ever since then, Van got a raging hard-on and wild handgag fantasies whenever he got a close-up look at her hands.

So Van's plans went clean off the rails a few evenings later when he went to the main college library to study for an exam. Up to fourth floor, a fairly large study room, tables, couches, walls lined with books. This room was out of the way, not much used. Evenings you could almost throw a party in this room and, with offices down the hallway closed, no one in the library would hear you. But Van was planning on a quiet evening of intensive study, pretty much alone by himself.

So imagine Van's surprise when he got to the study room and there, sitting on a couch, was Angel! She looked up from a textbook she was reading. "Oh, Van... you out studying too?"

They chatted a little, and then Van sat down at a table, as near to Angel as he dared, where he could get a good view of her big hands. He spread out his textbook, yellow legal pad of lecture notes... and he tried to study.

He tried to study, but he couldn't. Van couldn't concentrate. He strained to work his way through his notes, but he kept sneaking glances at Angel's hands. He couldn't help it. He hoped she wouldn't notice. He kept staring at Angel's hands, and visions of Angel handgagging him tumbled through his head. He couldn't focus. For ten, fifteen, twenty minutes he tried, but with Angel's hands in front of him, studying was a lost cause.

Her hand turned a page of her textbook, and Van found himself wondering how much of the page her hand would cover if laid out flat on top of it. Her hand covered her mouth when she yawned, and Van was driven to distraction... her hand... her hand... HER HAND... All he could think of was Angel and her huge athletic hands. He felt dizzy. Everything around him felt pale and washed out. The room was spinning. Angel and her hands! He felt as if he might pass out.

Van got up from the table, his eyes fixed on Angel's large velvety smooth hands. He was trembling. He took several paces in her direction, as if stretching and taking a break from studying. Angel's eyes glanced up, gentle and innocent, and a kindly smile played on her lips.

A silent urge was erupting inside Van, scarlet and volcanic. No, I don't dare! But that sweet angelic look on her face... And her hands! Van looked at her hands, and the urge was overwhelming. Dizzy, everything whirling, can't resist... But she'll call the campus police! No, everything around him was fading as if bleached, his heart was pounding, the urge was much too strong...

He noticed her nails, and saw that now the nail on her right middle finger was also trimmed off almost short. Soccer practice was taking its toll... And somehow Angel's sexy quarter-inch fingernails drove him over the brink.

"Angel, I was just wondering..." Van was a passive spectator to the sound of his own voice, words spilling out of his mouth independent of volition. "Angel, I, I was just wondering... how it would feel... if you had your hand over my mouth... if, if you were smothering me... with your hand real tight over my mouth..."

Omigod! Van was appalled at what he had just said. Terrified, panicked, certain that Angel would be creeped out, would react with horror, would call the campus police...

But no.

Angel just looked up at Van with an innocent kindly girlish smile... and she reached up, grabbed him, pulled him down onto the couch alongside her, AND CLAMPED HER HUGE SMOOTHBACKED POWERFUL WARM SOFT ATHLETIC WOMANLY HAND TIGHT OVER HIS MOUTH.

Angel grabbed Van in her arms, and pulled him through the looking glass into another world. Suddenly Van found himself locked in Angel's arms, her strong right arm locked around his neck, her gigantic left hand clamped like a steel press tight over his mouth and nose and the lower two-thirds of his face...

WHAM! Van's wildest dream come true: Angel's huge soft strong hand gripped HARD over his face, harder and tighter than he would've imagined possible, oh, covering more of his face than he would've expected, oh!

Van could scarcely breathe, little straining bursts of air forced from his nostrils between Angel's tensed cable-strong fingers... "ppphhhh-pphhhh, phhh... ppphhhhhh..." He struggled to inhale, "hhhhh... hhhh-hhhhhh... hhhhh," and he couldn't get enough air. A powerful soap scent invaded his nose, Angel was a clean girl and she had clean hands, she must've washed up thoroughly in the locker room shower after soccer practice...

Van worked his jaw, but his jaw could barely move at all beneath Angel's tight handclamp. Much too tight! How could a girl, even a big female athlete, have such strength in her hands?! Her large palm was squeezing his mouth tight shut, and keeping it sealed tight shut. He knew he could never get his mouth open beneath Angel's entombing hand, no matter how vigorously he stretched and strained his jaw. Angel's mouthhold had his mouth held permanently tight shut.

Van's back was up against Angel's body, his shoulder blade against her right breast, the back of his head held immobile against her right shoulder. Her right arm locked around his neck from behind, her big strong left hand clenched burning-tight across his mouth and nose and much of his face... Oh, a dream come true, like Van had never dared to imagine! Angel was holding his mouth shut!

Van's eyes rolled as far left as they could, and he saw her merry blue eyes looking down at him, her gleaming bright Nordic smile. Oh, Angel was looking down at her handiwork, Van's mouth held tight, and she was so pleased with herself! "There," said Angel, "how do you like that?"

Van's eyes looked up at Angel, peering helplessly up at her from above her giant face-covering hand.

Angel's face bobbed with a silent little motion of mirth. "I said, how do you like that? How does that feel, with my hand over your mouth?"

Ask him a question? How did Angel expect him to answer, with her big strong soccer girl hand locked so tight over his mouth?!

"Go ahead, tell me... How does that feel? Tell me!"

"Mmmmmhhh... mmmmmh, mmmmm hmmmmm mmmmmhh... Mmmmmhhh!" Van tried to speak. Nothing but meaningless stifled noises emerged from beneath Angel's tight-silencing hand. "Mmmm'mmm... Wwmmmm, mmmmmmm..."

Now Angel chuckled. Her smile widened. Van noticed that her jaw was moving, chew chew chew chew... Angel was chewing gum. She was chewing gum as she looked down in bright smiling amusement at this college boy that she had, imprisoned, in her tight strong athletic headlock handlock mouthlock... Angel just smiled and chewed gum. "What's that? I can't understand you."

"Mmmmhhh... mmmmmmmhh!!" Van made pitiful mournful noises, wordless noises like a barnyard animal. He wasn't getting enough air through his nostrils behind Angel's big soft tight hand.

"Well, you're the one who wanted to find out how it would feel, to have my hand over your mouth! What do you have to say for yourself now?" Angel was looking patient, as if dealing with a boy who was slow to catch on. A boy who was catching on a little too late...

"Mmmmmmhhh!" Van began squirming on the couch, reaching up, trying to reach Angel's big tight gigantic mouth and nose engulfing hand. "Mmmmmhh, mmmmm HHMMMMM, mmm hhmmmm mmmm GGHHHHMM mmmm, mmmmmh MMMMMMMHH!!!" He couldn't get away from her, and he could barely reach her hand, up above her necklock forearm. Van could barely reach Angel's mouthholding hand. His fingertips felt of the vast smooth velvet back of her tightclamped hand. He got a grip, at a bad angle, and tugged and pulled on Angel's hand. Tugged, pried, yanked... but Angel's large strong hand stayed cemented in place, impervious to the worst Van could do.

"Mmmmmhh, mmmmm hhhh, MMMMMMMHH! HHMMMMMM, mmmmm MMMMMMMMMH!!!" Van's butt was thrashing around on the seat cushion of the couch, he was squirming and twisting, his hands were pulling and prying in vain against Angel's gigantic warm powerful hand, her hand so much larger than his, locked steeltight over his mouth and his nose and much of his poor imprisoned savagely tightsqueezed face. "MMMMMMMMMMHHH!!!"

Then suddenly Van couldn't breathe. Van could no longer breathe at all.

"MMMMMMMMHH! MMMMMMMHHHH!! MHHHH, HMMMMMMMMMHHH!!!" Van was panicky, no breath, writhing, reaching up, pulling with all his strength on Angel's big strong tight unyielding soccer girl hand, oh, her powerful soft invincible hand now smothering him so he couldn't draw even a wisp of air through her painful bonecrushing grip over his mouth and nose. "MMMMMMMMM!!" Van was panicking, his heart thumping, frantic at how Angel's huge smothering hand wouldn't budge even a fraction of an inch no matter how hard he pulled on it.

"Shhhhhhh! Shhhhhhhh! Van, calm down! You'll have to settle down if you want me to let you breathe again."

"MMMMMMMMMMHHH!!" Van was thrashing, fighting Angel's unbreakable granite handgag, terrified. Even if he had a better angle, better leverage, he knew he could never break free from this girl's overpowering handgag. This girl Angel was just a whole lot stronger than Van, no matter what...

"Van, stop it! Shhhhhhhhh! Or I'll keep it up till I black you out!"

"Mmmmmmhhh... mmmmmmh, mmmmmmhh..." By sheer will power Van made himself settle down and give in to his captress's unescapable handsmother, forced himself to obey her shushing promise, her shushing threat. Van settled down and stopped struggling against Angel.

And after several seconds he found himself able to breathe through his nostrils again. It wasn't easy. It wasn't enough. Van had to strain to get air in... and out... between Angel's strong tight-gripping fingers. His lips remained sealed tight shut beneath Angel's mouthshutting palm. But with effort he could force little wisps of breath in and out through his nostrils, "phhhhh-phhhh, phhhhh...... hhh'hhh-hhhh, ppphhhhhhhhhh.... hhhhhh..... hhhhhhhhh..."

After a minute of slow, bearable but still inadequate breathing, Van's heart gradually slowed and stopped hammering. Van lay there with his back shoved up against Angel, her arm around his neck, her big soft warm hand kept clenched tight across his sweaty face... Van lay there, his hands resting against Angel's neckholding forearm, his fingertips on the soft warm chamois-smooth back of her big victorious mouthholding hand...

He flicked his eyes and saw Angel, chewing gum and looking down at him with a sweet innocent smile. Her braided blonde hair framed her face like an angel's halo. "There. You see how that feels? You wanted to find out how it feels to have my hand over your mouth..."

"Mmmmmhhh, mmmmmm hmmmm mmmmmmhh..."

"What was that? Hey Van, don't blame me, you're the one who wanted to find out how this feels."

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm....."

"And I'm not gonna let you go! And you can't get away, you saw it, I'm a strong girl, and I'm a LOT stronger than you are..."

"Mmmmmmh, mmmmmmmmm..."

"Yeah, just you lay back and relax. And I'm gonna keep my hand over your mouth... no matter what!"

So Van just lay back and relaxed. He lay there, peaceful, lazy, drifting in and out, snuggled back against Angel on the couch, his head held back against her shoulder, her arm around his neck, her huge warm soft female athlete hand kept locked hard over his mouth and a good two-thirds of his face. Van couldn't speak, with Angel's hand kept squeezed over his mouth.

He just lay there, his eyes silently following the wall clock, tick tock, tick tock, now a good ten minutes that Angel had been holding his mouth. Tick tock, tick tock, fifteen, twenty minutes... Angel had lost interest in studying, she seemed more than content just to sit here, cuddled up with Van, holding him prisoner in her arms, holding him captive in her firm unrelenting handgag.

Tick tock, tick tock, more than half an hour silenced behind Angel's soft strong hand, and Van heard the sound of female voices in the hallway outside the study room. He thought of making noises, but he doubted his muffled tones would carry as far as the hall... And Angel could smother, better watch out!

Female voices, and now two college girls came walking into the room. Two college girls, tall, trim, fit, toned, a redhead and a brunette.

The redhead saw Van first, enfolded and hand-silenced in Angel's strong womanly arms. The redhead saw Van, and her mouth opened in a big O of surprise as her jaw hung slack. "Oh Angel," said Red, "what are you doing to that boy? Is he all right?"

La Brunette made a choking noise, and the whites of her eyes showed all the way around as she put her large smooth hand up over her lips. "Omigod! Angel, what are you doing to that boy? Can he speak?"

Van shifted in Angel's arms, and he reached up and tugged on her hand, so much larger than his, with both hands. He went, "Mmmmmmmh, mmmmm mmmmm hmmmm!"

The two girls squirmed as if each had just received an electric shock, and they glanced at each other. "Oh Angel, is that boy trying to get away from you?!"

"Yeah, but he can't."

"Mmmmmmhh! MMMMMMMMHHH!!" Then Van shut up and stopped struggling: Angel's hand had just gotten MUCH TIGHTER over his mouth, and he knew next would come no breathing.

"Oh Angel, he's trying to say something! What's he trying to say?" shrieked Red.

"Beats me. I'm not letting him talk."

"MMMMMMMHHH!!!"

Now the two girls were standing right in front of the couch, surprised and excited and shocked at how Angel was holding this college boy in her arms, unable to speak, reduced to muffled meaningless noises from behind her large soft powerful mouthholding hand.

La Brunette: "Oh Angel, your hand! The way you're holding his face! I don't see how he can even breathe!"

Angel was smacking on her chewing gum. "Oh, he can breathe if he really tries. But he can't talk. Not a word! I'm holding his mouth shut pretty hard."

"Why are you DOOOO-ing this to him?"

"Oh," said Angel in an unconcerned tone, "this is Van, you've seen him at our games maybe? I know Van, Van knows me, he just came right out and asked me, he wanted to know how it feels to have my hand over his mouth... So....."

"So?"

"So I'm showing him how it feels." Angel glanced down at Van's handcovered face with gentle friendly eyes. "Van, can you tell Teri and Nina how it feels?"

Van's eyes peered out at Red and La Brunette -- Teri and Nina? which one is which? no way to ask -- and he went, "Mmmmmmhh, wwmmm hmmm mmmm, mmmm ghmmmm WMMMM hhmmm'mmm hhh hmmmmm mmmm'mmmm mmmm MMMMHHH!"

The two girls, apparently teammates of Angel's, giggled like wild at Van's inability to communicate, the unintelligible noises that were all he could make with Angel's big smooth hand so tight over his mouth.

Red: "Oh, I can't understand him at all!"

La Brunette: "It's like he doesn't even have any mouth! Oh Angel, and you won't let him go?"

Angel: "I'm probably giving him a lot more than he bargained for. But a boy's got to expect that, when he comes right up and asks a girl to hold her hand over his mouth!"

La Brunette: "Well, it was pretty bold of him!"

"Mmmmmmmh, mmmmmmmhhh!!"

Red, shrieking with laughter: "Oh, listen to him, he can't SPEAK at all! Angel, you're BAD!"

Laughter from all three female soccer players.

Then the two girls -- Teri and Nina, Nina and Teri, Teri and Nina, whichever -- went over and sat down together at a table, where they proceeded to study. They sat there studying for a good hour, while Angel sat on the couch, cradling Van in her arms, keeping him wrapped up and shut up in her tight warm sweaty mouth-covering embrace.

A few times Van made noises, reached up and tugged on Angel's hand, but it was no use. Teri and Nina (whichever was which) kept glancing over, amused, vaguely scandalized, watching whenever Van acted up, looking over every minute or two even when Van was just sitting there silent and still.

When the two girls finally picked up their things and left (Red: "You're sure keeping your hand over his mouth a long time, Angel!") Van had been sitting there, a prisoner of Angel's handgag, for a full hour and forty-five minutes. Then tick tock, tick tock, the wall clock continued its slow advance for another half hour or more. It was coming up on two hours and twenty minutes that Angel had been holding Van gagged by hand.

And it was getting late. "So Van, what do you think? How does it feel to have my hand over your mouth?"

"Mmmmmh, wmmmm hmmmm mmmm'mmmmmhh!" Van was trying in vain to speak, hardly able to wiggle his jaw beneath Angel's tight handgrip.

Angel looked down at Van with an expression of sweet girlish kindness. "No, sorry, I can't understand a single word!" Then a shadow of earnest ruefulness crossed her face. "But you know, I'm finding out how it feels too. I'm finding out how it feels to have my hand over your mouth..."

The beautiful strong blonde soccer goalie turned her eyes up toward the wall clock. "'Nother twenty minutes, library's gonna be closing." Suddenly Angel's tight handgrip over Van's mouth and nose became MUCH, MUCH TIGHTER.

"MMMHHHHHH!!" Van could no longer breathe. Angel's tight powerful hand was blocking every avenue of breath, no mouth, no nose, no breathing. Angel was smothering Van! "Mmmmmh, mmmmm hmmm MMMHHHH!! HHMMMMMMHHH!" Van was twisting, struggling, reaching up and trying in vain to pry Angel's big warm soft tightsmothering hand away from his face... but she was too strong for him, and she wouldn't let him go, and he couldn't breathe!

"Van, trust me! Please trust me!" Van was frantic, writhing, fighting hard against Angel's unbreakable headlock handsmother, trying to scream from beneath Angel's merciless hand, but only soft stifled noises could be heard. Angel held Van in a tight unyielding hug, her smothering hand locked in place over his mouth and nose, a big strong athletic girl, so much stronger than this struggling mmmmphing smothered college boy. "Van, please trust me. Relax! Just trust me!"

Van was sinking in a scarlet haze of panic. "Mmmmmmmhhh... Mmmmmmh, mmmmmmhh...." He couldn't breathe, he was fading, fright, despair, lungs burning, going under, going down, oh the unbearable savage tightness of Angel's gigantic hand hardsqueezed over Van's face...

The last thing Van saw was Angel's sweet beautiful face peering down at him from above with a look of tender womanly concern.......


Slowly, slowly, slowly, Randy Vanderhorst drifted toward wakefulness. He was... where? No matter... Wrists, ankles, shoulders, knees... felt tight as if restrained. "Mmmmmmmmmhhh..." He tried to say something, but only a soft aural smudge could be heard as he became aware of the soft firm warmth encasing his mouth and jaw and lower face...

Van's eyes flickered open. He focused. He glanced around. He was in someone's living room... somewhere...

Wrists, ankles, tight... Van looked down and saw his left wrist affixed to a dark wooden chair arm with several orbits of wide white cloth tape. It dawned on him that he was sitting upright in an armchair, tied fast with tape, immobilized.

"Mmmmhh, wmmmm mmmmmmhh... mmmmmmhhh...." Unable to open his mouth, unable to speak... Van's eyes glanced to the right of him, and there was Angel, sitting in another chair to his side. She had her large warm soft strong right hand fastened firmly over his mouth and jaw and lower face. "Mmmmmmmhhh..." Van couldn't speak, sitting here tied into this chair in this living room. Angel was holding her hand tight over his mouth.

"Hi, Van. Back from your little sleepy time?" Angel smiled at him with a sweet kindly innocent smile, as she kept her hand firmly in place. "Have you found out how it feels to have my hand over your mouth?"

"Mmmmmmh, mmmm wwwmmm mmmm hmmmmm, mmmmmmhh..."

Angel's lips widened and her smile grew even brighter. "Well, I've been finding out how it feels, too. Having my hand over your mouth. And, ummm, I've decided to keep you."

Van's brow furrowed. "Mmmmhmmmm'mmm mmm hmmmm mmmmh??"

Gentle girlish laughter. "You wouldn't believe what I've always dreamed of. The fantasies I've had. Since we were in physics lab together. You wouldn't believe how my hands felt, how I burned with desire every time I saw you... every time I saw your mouth... What I wanted to do to you... How I wanted to shut you up with my hands..."

"Mmmmh.... mmmh mmmmmmm?"

Angel's big warm grip over Van's mouth suddenly got tighter. "So when you just came up to me, very obviously hot and bothered, and you just offered yourself to me... offered your mouth to my hand... Well, it was just too good to be true!"

"Mmmmmhh, mmmm hmmmm wmmm wwwmmm mmmhhh! Mmmhhh hmmmm MMMMMMMMH!"

Angel placed her left hand on the back of Van's head, and her grip over his mouth grew even tighter -- much, much tighter -- as she pressed his head HARD between her hands. "So... I called Teri and Nina to come back to the library, and we brought you here to our house. They'll take turns holding your mouth too. I think a lot of the girls on the soccer team will take turns, coming here to the house and holding your mouth."

"Mmmmmmmhh! Wwwwmmmmm wwmmm mmmmmm, hhmmmmmmhh!" Van tried to twist his head in Angel's tight headgrip, as he realized where this sweet innocent maniac was going with this...

"And if I ever have to leave you here by yourself, well... as you see, I can get all the tape I want from the locker room. I could tape your mouth shut with lots and lots of locker room tape!"

"MMMMMMMMMHHHH!!!!"

"But mostly, Van, I'm just going to hold your mouth. My hands and your mouth are going to get very well acquainted. I'll never let you go. They'll think you dropped out, left town. And all the while, I'll be holding you here with my hands kept pressed OH SO TIGHT over your mouth, and I'll be keeping you SHUT UP WITH MY HANDS so you can NEVER speak a word NO MATTER HOW YOU TRY!!!"

Angel's bright innocent smiling face was dissolving into mad dreamy sex eyes. She looked as if she was about to have an orgasm then and there. Van blanched as she pressed his head tighter and tighter and TIGHTER between her big strong smooth soft warm powerful athletic female soccer goalie hands, her hands so tight that she was pressing the inside of his lips back into his teeth until he tasted blood. O kindly Angel!