SILENT TREATMENT, a short story by hldavis123. Date added: 2012-06-15. Times viewed: 2376.
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- Intro: Two twin Texas cowgirls get bored and decide to capture and kidnap two local boys to hold hostage. They teach them about teen girl power, control, and discipline. The girls have a quirky hand-over-mouth fetish--and they use it!
Taylor and Tiffany were twin teenage girls from Austin, Texas. They were cowgirls who lived on a horse and cattle ranch in the Hill Country. They were 16, going on 17. Both were tall, athletic, slim, and leggy with styled shoulder-length blond hair. The country girls were extremely beautiful and sexy with bright blue eyes and creamy vanilla-white skin. They could have easily passed for teenage international fashion models, magazine cover girls, or movie starlets.
These identical twin girls could be very mischievous and sometimes got into more trouble than they knew what to do with whenever they got bored on long summer days. Sometimes these impish teen girls went too far. Today they had decided to go into the neighborhood and take a couple of young boys as their personal slaves and prisoners. There were two guys who lived nearby that were best friends, Josh and Steve, who were both 12 years old. These boys did not know the girls and could be so easily overpowered and kidnapped by two bigger, stronger teenage girls to be held hostage. Wouldn’t it be fun to capture them and hold them prisoner for a long, long time? Just to scare them and teach them a good lesson about female dominance, control, and girl power discipline!
Taylor and Tiffany were hiding in some bushes along thePedernales Riverwaiting for their two kidnap victims. They knew that Josh and Steve met here every morning around 11 o’clock, riding their bicycles down to the river. Then they would ride off together to a nearby park to play baseball as they often did on long, hot summer days. The cunning girls were ready for them.
As the two boys were talking together, Taylor struck first. Rising from her crouched position in the bushes as quietly as she could, Taylor cautiously sneaked up behind Josh to grab him up in her arms. She immediately clapped her long, slender, big left hand over Josh’s mouth to stifle his surprise. As he struggled in her arms, unable to see Taylor behind him, he knew instantly that the soft, white, clean hand locked firmly across his mouth was a young female one. Her slim hand’s sweet floral fragrance and long, tapered fingers confirmed this.
Josh let out a muffled cry of startled surprise and panic into Taylor’s floral-fragrant hand. She clamped down her pretty hand even harder to make an airtight seal, her mouth pressed tightly to his ear to sharply hiss a warning to be silent.“Shhhhhh!!” Steve was still parking his bike with his back to his friend when he heard Josh’s startled, arrested yell. He looked up to see a tall blond teenage girl holding his best friend tightly silent. Josh’s eyes were as big as saucers above the girl’s smothering hand and he seemed to be trying desperately to tell Steve something. He continued his loud, frantic shouting as he tugged at the teen girl’s thin wrist and bony fingers, trying to get his mouth free. But Josh could not loosen her large, smooth hand, nor would the tall blonde release him. She was dancing him in circles all over the place trying to control his wild panic. The tall teen girl now had Josh’s arms tightly pinned to his sides with her right arm. She remained totally calm and relaxed. His muffled screams seemed to be sounding a danger alert. Perhaps warning Steve to run? Steve couldn’t make out Josh’s garbled words. Panicking, Steve emitted a frightened yell and began to bolt.
But Tiffany was way too quick for him. Emerging quickly from her hiding place in the shadows, she pounced on little Steve and wrapped him in a snug bear hug from behind him. She was quick to clamp her own beautiful left hand over the boy’s mouth, cutting off his startled yell in mid-scream and muffling it. As with Taylor and Josh, Tiffany quickly overpowered and silenced Steve. He couldn’t get away from her.
Pleased with self-satisfaction, Tiffany walked Steve over to Taylor to place him in her controlling custody. By this time, Taylor had managed to get Josh very quiet and well under her tight control. Tiffany admired her sister’s magic ability to always subdue her victim and get him tightly under her firm control, both physically and vocally. As Tiffany’s sweet-scented palm cautiously slipped from Steve’s mouth, it was quickly replaced when Taylor wrapped her free right hand snugly around Steve’s wailing mouth. Standing tall behind the two forward-facing boys, Taylor now held both struggling male captives in her possessive custody, each with a big teenage-girl hand clamped airtight over his mouth. Tiffany moved quickly to use the two girls’ plaid Western bandanas to tie their hands behind their backs, triple-knotting the scarves to a tight fit. First Josh, then Steve. Taylor quickly pulled her silenced captives back into the shadows of the bushes so that no one could see what she was doing. Or hear her muffling prisoners. Josh could easily tell as Taylor held him close to her that she was the girl in charge here. Her presence and her firm touch were very commanding and controlling.
Josh kept struggling so that Taylor had to tighten her forceful hold on him. He issued a heavily muffled protest of anger and fear behind his too-tight Taylor-handgag. Tiffany ran over to him to help her older sister get better control of Josh.“Shut up!!” She impulsively clamped a restraining palm over Taylor’s pretty hand to further silence the unruly prisoner. Once she saw Tiffany’s hand in place as a double gag, Taylor kept teasing Josh by forcing him to repeat what he had just tried to say. She giggled and taunted him when she heard his heavily muffled mumble into her and Tiffany’s implacable palms. Taylor was quick to mimic Josh’s handgagged message in a mocking, sarcastic tone. Both teen twins burst out laughing uproariously at Josh’s failed attempt at clear speech.
Steve was openly sobbing with confusion and fright into Taylor’s muffling hand, making it harder for her to keep him quiet and under her tight control. Both teen girls began to lecture and scold their male captives about staying quiet for them and cooperating fully with Taylor. As an afterthought, Tiffany covered Steve’s Taylor-held mouth as well for several minutes. Josh got the message and subsided into miserable, reluctant silence. Steve did the same. Only then did Tiffany remove her slender hands from their mouths. But Taylor did not nor would not. “What did you say, Josh? Can you say it again for me?” teased the older sister.
Tiffany made direct eye contact with Taylor’s prisoners. “Listen to me. Do you want Taylor to take her sweet, pretty hands away from your mouths? I said, Do you want Taylor to take her sweet, pretty hands away from your mouths?” They nodded meekly, mechanically. “Okay, then. Then you better obey every word she says and stay quiet for her! Or I won’t let her ungag you! Personally, I kinda like seeing Taylor’s hands held over your mouths like this. Now, I said shush, both of y’all!” Taylor seconded Tiffany’s threat, promising not to let them go. “ I like it too! Shush! Shut it! Just shut it, shut it, shut it! Shhhhhh!! Keep quiet!! Tiffany continued her scolding lecture.
Taylor silently thanked and congratulated herself that her quick hands were keeping the boys’ whining, whimpering mouths from being overheard by any potential rescuers—nobody could hear them behind Taylor’s gags. And she wasn’t letting them say a word. Loving it, Tiffany could not resist teasing and taunting their captives to their faces, ridiculing the boys for being unable to speak or cry out with her sister’s big hands gagging them so thoroughly. She kept asking Josh and Steve if they had ever been gagged before and whether they had anything they wanted to say to their young female captors. Getting no response, Taylor giggled and said, “Ahhh! That’s what I like to hear! Nice, quiet boys—with my hands over their mouths to gag them!” She thought privately, I love this job! I like it, I like it, I like it!! Oh, I could just stand here and do this all day… Laughing, Tiffany could not agree more with Taylor’s teasing boast!
As Tiffany watched with perverse glee, Taylor looked at her captives from one to the other and back again, smiling wickedly as she giggled girlishly. In helpless misery, Josh and Steve looked at each other in mute fear and panic from behind Taylor’s big, white, clean girl-hands. They caught a strong whiff of her sweet feminine fragrance as they breathed in her flowery perfume and peach-scented hand cream from between Taylor’s slender, long fingers. The boys hated to be gagged, especially with Taylor’s pungently perfumed “girlie-hands”! Though the boys felt her gag-grip was too smothering tight, they found Taylor’s cool, broad palms to be silky-soft, delicate, very feminine, extremely clean, and sweetly scented. Taylor was giving her male-child prisoners plenty of time to get well acquainted and intimate with her big, pretty white hands over their mouths! It thrilled the naughty Texas cowgirl no end to be holding TWO mouths at a time with BOTH of her lovely hands! She thought perversely, Gawd, they look so cute with my purty hands covering their mouths! I love the muffled way they sound when they try to talk into my hands! Taylor also loved the harshly rasping aspiration she heard and felt as Josh and Steve’s lips suctioned against her tender palms and through her tapered, slim fingers!
Tiffany stepped back to survey the delicious scene of her older sister with her pretty, vanilla-white cowgirl hands locked vise-tight over the scared boys’ whining, whimpering mouths! Tiffany was so perversely amused! She and Taylor had worked so well together in sisterly teamwork! It had been so easy and effortless to subdue, capture, bind, and handgag Taylor’s prisoners! Tiffany had thoroughly enjoyed tying them up and helping Taylor to hold their mouths shut! It was so satisfying and reassuring to see her big sister’s large, pretty white hands covering their mouths, knowing their bound captives were unable to speak, call for help, or resist against Taylor’s overly tight handgags. Taylor made certain to gag their mouths extra-tight to keep them from vocalizing. Her strong grip remained steady and unwavering. Tiffany loved that lovely Taylor’s big feminine hands had such pretty, long, and slender fingers so that their sharp-nailed pointed tips stretched all the way back to touch the small boys’ earlobes! Only their frightened, saucer-huge eyes could be seen above the great smothering expanse of big vanilla-white Taylor-hands serving as Josh’s and Steve’s gags!
Taking her digital camera from her jeans pocket, Tiffany stood back to snap several dozen photos of Taylor holding her scared prisoners smother-gagged. As Tiffany squinted into the lens, she greatly admired her beautiful blond sister who was 20 minutes older than she, making Tiffany her “baby sister.” Looking prettier than a picture, Taylor stood proud and slimly tall behind the bound-and-gagged Josh and Steve. With her blond locks fashionably styled, Taylor looked so hot and sexy in her Lucchese ostrich leather cowgirl boots, Wrangler blue jeans, German silver rodeo belt buckle, turquoise jewelry, frilly white silk and lace blouse, and fitted black Stetson cowgirl hat! Was she only a teenage girl? Taylor looked more like a Western fashion model or a movie star! Dozens of Tiffany’s digital photos zoomed in on both of Taylor’s big, slender, white, pretty hands—so elegant and graceful with their long fingers--clamped across the two boys’ mouths! Long, thin thumbs hooked around their squashed noses, sporting razor-sharp, glittery-glossy, flamingo-pink nails. A very pretty picture Taylor makes! She looks just like an angel or a princess! So wonderful to have all these Taylor handgag photos that we can enjoy looking at for hours! But then again, I am her identical twin sister and look exactly the same as she does—and wearing the same outfit! Tiffany thought as she smiled sweetly in amused delight.
As Tiffany slowly approached, so proud of her big sister, Taylor made no move to release her gagged prisoners after ten minutes had passed, both of whom were wishing badly for release so they could yell for help and take a deep breath of fresh air. It was so frustrating to be kept so helplessly gagged like this for so long, unable to say a word! If only this Taylor would take her sweet-scented hands off their oxygen-starved mouths and let them talk to her and her sister! Both kids were more than a little weary of Taylor’s teen-female hands.
Perversely for amusement, Tiffany thrust a slim hand into each boy’s shorts and underwear to fondle, caress, and stroke his lower anatomy! As Josh and Steve squirmed and shrank back in embarrassed shame and discomfort, Tiffany’s ministering hands and fingers continued to violate them sexually! Tiffany smirked smugly, “Captor’s prerogative.” Taylor held the boys smothered and silent, forbidding them to make a sound and not allowing them to avoid Tiffany’s erotic touching.“Let her touch you! Let her play with you! Obey me and do as I say!” The cowed boys knew better to obey Taylor’s strict commands. Tiffany continued her naughty, forbidden erotic-touch massaging with nimbly dancing, magic girl-fingers. Her wicked grin was diabolical with triumphant perversity that showed Tiffany’s greatly amused lustful depravity! Her delighted laughter was pure evil. The caressing and fondling went on far too long. Taylor grinned approvingly, promising her prisoners “a turn with ME later! You’ll just love it! I promise you!” And Taylor meant it!
It had now been some 20 minutes since cowgirl Taylor had put her big white feminine hands over the boys’ mouths so easily with bold confidence. Her lovely angelic face was brash and brazen with smug arrogance, her sexy smile sweet, toothpaste- commercial white, and radiantly dazzling! Josh, having trouble breathing and light-headed from oxygen deprivation, was already long since weary of the sweet-scented, clean-skinned, forced intimacy of teenage-girl Taylor’s smothering large female hand. I don’t want her stupid girlie-hand over my mouth! I’m so tired of this! And Taylor insisted that her prisoners obey her every command and demand. There was no doubt that this teenage girl was truly the one fully in charge of him and Steve with her rigid authority.
Tiffany pulled Steve free from Taylor’s possessive embrace and controlling custody to take him into her own disciplining younger-sister control for the trip ahead of them.Taylor had seemed more than reluctant to let Steve go. Tiffany had to use both hands to reach down and forcibly peel Taylor’s slender, long hand away from Steve’s sobbing mouth. The younger teen girl replaced Taylor’s pretty handgag with her own slender palm sealed across Steve’s mouth firmly. There was no way little Steve could escape from Tiffany’s disciplining teen-girl custody as she held him tightly against herself.
But Josh got to keep Taylor’s same disciplining, controlling left hand sealed savagely across his smothered mouth—the same lovely white girl-hand he had been tasting and smelling for the past 20-plus minutes! Well, at least her hands are clean and smell really great! But God, I sure do wish she’d take her hand away! She’s held me quiet forever! This kooky Taylor-chick is suffocating me and crushing my jaw! And yet, curiously enough, something strange was stirring inside Josh that he had never felt before! A newly awakened part of the boy’s masculinity sorta, kinda liked the pleasant way Taylor’s clean, pretty hand smelled, tasted, and felt across his mouth all this time! Josh didn’t know all the right terms for what was happening to him now—between Taylor and him. The undefined erotic intimacy of Taylor’s feminine teenage hand against his lips was getting him very, very excited!! Josh could not control his fiery erotic arousal about Taylor’s hand—what was going on down there in his shorts? She simply refused to turn Josh loose as Taylor repeated her stern command of obedience, personal loyalty, and full cooperation. Forcing them to abandon their bikes, it was time for all of them to go.
Taylor and Tiffany force-marched their two struggling prisoners toward the long hike into the woods to a little shed they used for playing in—sort of a grounded tree house. It was their secret hiding place. Taylor had control over Josh and Tiffany had control over Steve. Both boys still had their arms behind their backs, their wrists tightly tied with Tiffany’s blue bandanas. Each girl had clamped and was still keeping a long, slender left hand over her captive’s mouth from behind him to keep him quiet so that he did not panic. I don’t need them giving me a splitting headache if they freak out and scream, thought lovely Taylor pragmatically. I can’t let them call for help. The only sound the frightened, wide-eyed boys could make was a low muffled mumble through their female-handed teenage-girl gags.
Each girl had also clamped her free right hand over her prisoner’s eyes as a human blindfold, to keep him further disoriented and off balance as she marched him along before her. Taylor and Tiffany did not want their boys to see where they were going so that their blind fear would help keep them under control. Intimidated and frightened by these older and bigger teenage girls, the two reluctant boys were scared to death upon being bound, gagged, blindfolded, kidnapped, and taken hostage. But the walk to the private shed was a long one deep in the woods. Josh and Steve were muffle-whimpering with fear and foreboding of impending doom. Were these teenage girls going to kill them? There was one positive, however: The teenage girls’ smothering hands and blindfolding palms kept the male captives from crying out or seeing, so a forced, relaxed calm settled over the two friends after a time, helping them to keep cool and stay composed the longer they were gagged, blindfolded, and force-walked. Of course, Taylor and Tiffany taunted them the entire way there.
The deeper they went into the forest, the more frightened and panicked Josh and Steve became. Despite his growing fear and discomfort, Josh was still struggling with his new pubescent feelings of erotic excitement and arousal about having Taylor’s beautiful hand sealed across his mouth for an eternity The longer her sweet, lovely female hand remained in place across his trembling lips, the more sexually overexcited he was becoming! Her intimacy was undeniable! His pre-teen hormones were now raging like wildfire! He still had trouble breathing in her savory hand’s smothering hold. What little air he could suck in through the teen girl’s slender fingers was heavily flavored with flowers, peaches, and coconut. Extremely pleasant!
Always perverse in her erotic thinking, Taylor was well aware of Josh’s amorous feelings toward her pretty left hand! She had seen it in the boy’s mesmerized eyes before she had blindfolded him. She loved the erotic way his lips kept yielding and responding to her tender velvet palm and silken fingers! Not to mention his excited, accelerated respiration! Delightedly pleased, Taylor thanked herself silently for having such magical, irresistible feminine charms and wiles that worked even on a 12-year-old boy! Yes, she thought with pleased self-satisfaction and haughty pride as they marched onward, I am truly one beautiful, sexy young lady! Even Joshua can’t resist me! He’s IN LOVE with ol’ Taylor Leigh the pretty Texas cowgirl!
Taylor now sidled up next to Tiffany to brag in a loud stage whisper meant for Josh to overhear, “I think ol’ Kiddo here likes my hand, Tiff!” The two erotic sisters grinned and giggled about their secret hand-over-mouth fetish—Tiffany couldn’t be more pleased! She smiled at Josh behind his two-handed face shroud. “Good boy, Joshua! I’m so glad you like my big sister’s hand! Oh well, a gag is a gag! You’ll get plenty of opportunity to get well acquainted with it all this afternoon! You’ll love talking with Taylor, I promise—behind her hand, of course! But don’t worry, Joshua. You’ll get a long chance to experience Little Sister’s pretty hand over your mouth too! Then we’ll see if you love MY hand as much as you love Taylor’s hand! What do you think of that? Gag-gag-gag!” Embarrassed and ashamed, Josh blushed beet-red behind the mask of two large white girl-hands that concealed his entire face. Both girls laughed loudly in tinkling, musical merriment.
The two teenage captors and their prisoners finally arrived at the secret cabin in the forest, each girl leading her captive inside and uncovering his eyes, but still keeping him handgagged. Each girl took her prisoner inside and sat on the ground, tightly holding the handgagged boy in her lap as securely as she could in her long, skinny arms. Each sexy girl had earlier clamped her big teenage hand airtight across her young male prisoner’s mouth as an efficient gag, her long and thin thumb folded neatly under his nose. Taylor and Tiffany faced each other with their two captives also facing one another from the girls’ laps. Both erotic-minded teenage girls had a secret fetish thing about putting their hands over people’s mouths to gag them for extended periods of time for amusement. Especially young boys! It was just a “girl thing.” With this kind of girl power and disciplining control over Josh and Steve, the teen girls could teach them obedience and get whatever they wanted. That ought to keep them quiet! They were all going to be here for quite some time. A very, very LONG time!
Steve was the smaller of the two boys and a little younger by a few months. He was rather a runt in comparison to Josh. Steve was very confused by the sudden kidnapping and extremely frightened, not knowing what to do or how to do it. He didn’t know these two twin teenage girls who seemed like older, bigger adults to him. Badly intimidated by them, the brown-haired, brown-eyed boy was crying and screaming in nervous fear through his gag. It was all Tiffany could do to keep her tightly sealed hand clamped across his noisy mouth in a vain effort to try to keep him quiet. Steve’s horribly muffled cries were buried deep into Tiffany’s broad palm, the awfully gagged sound of his muzzled voice utterly terrible to hear! The big teen-girl hand really did little to keep the agitated 12-year-old silent but Tiffany had little choice but to keep her gagging palm locked firmly over Steve’s wailing mouth lest he alert any potential rescuers. His scared cries and screams sounded just as loud and noisy under Tiffany’s muting hand, making it impossible for the younger twin girl to take her hand away. Tiffany was doing her best. What else could she do to get Steve under her control?
Josh was a ruggedly handsome redhead replete with freckles, green eyes, and pale skin. He was tall, strong, and muscular in marked contrast to his weaker, younger friend. Though he was just as confused, intimidated, and frightened by the abrupt kidnapping, Josh was not making as much noise behind Taylor’s controlling hand. Although his failed attempts at clear, decipherable speech were less annoying and distracting than Steve’s screaming, Taylor decided nonetheless to keep her handgag firmly clamped over Josh’s mumbling mouth. Best to keep my hand over his mouth anyway, just in case. I don’t want Josh talking or drawing any unwanted attention to himself by crying out. I need him to stay quiet. Besides, I love the way he looks with my hand over his mouth! And I know he secretly loves my pretty hand! Taylor’s gag-grip remained powerfully firm. Josh found speech virtually impossible behind the giant teenage-girl hand.
“Stop struggling!” demanded Taylor in her heavily twanging Southern accent. “I’m holding you so tight because I don’t wanna let you get away! We’re not going to let you go. I’M not going to let you go. So just stop it! Stay still and let me hold my hand over your mouth!” Despite her sternly strict tone of authority, Taylor’s pretty voice was angelic, sweet, feminine, and very melodious. Every note she spoke sounded like pure music!
Josh seemed to be trying hard to say something urgent to this strange Taylor-girl he had just met. But her large, long-fingered hand was getting in his way. He kept repeating his message. “Do you wanna say something to me, Joshua? Go right ahead, sweetie. I’m listening. Speak.” Josh wondered why this kooky teenage girl was asking him to talk but not removing her hand. In fact, Taylor’s fierce grip became even tighter and more smothering. Josh couldn’t help but notice once again that Taylor’s feminine hand smelled so very clean and sweetly perfumed. “Speak up, Joshua! What’cha mumblin’ about, silly? Say it SLOWLY and CLEARLY for me. Stop your silly mumbling!” Taylor just loved the way Josh’s handsome face looked covered by her own slender feminine hand as his vanilla-white gag. She also loved the sound of his hand-muffled voice trying desperately to talk. In erotic perversity and excitement, Josh decided he really loved the muffled way his voice sounded behind a pretty teenage-girl hand!--a lot, an awful lot! It excited him to talk while being kept Taylor-handgagged! But he was getting absolutely nowhere this way. Finally, in futility, Josh just gave up.
“Mmmmfff! Mmmmfff!” said Steve emphatically through Tiffany’s slender hand. He also sounded like he really wanted to say something important. “Oh, did you wanna say something too?” teased Tiffany. Steve nodded vigorously, hopeful. “Sure! Go ahead! Say whatever you want! But I sure am having a lot of trouble understanding you! Can you say it again for me? I didn’t quite get that. Sorry. You gotta stop mumbling and speak up more clearly!” She tightened her smothering hand as Steve’s scared voice continued to mmmmfff urgently. “Talk to me, Stevie. Don’t act like Josh and keep mumblin’.”
“Mmmmfff! Mmmmfff!” Josh echoed his friend’s protest intoTaylor’s big hand. He couldn’t help it: Josh couldn’t get enough of his own Taylor-handed muffle-talk. As much as Josh desperately needed to talk and breathe, having a young female hand clamped over his mouth muffling his speech into gagtalk was really turning him on! She mimicked him emphatically as both girls laughed and laughed about their little prisoners being unable to speak clearly. Two very pretty teenage girls mimicked and impersonated Steve and Josh as they now sounded muffling into their female handgags. The cruel mockery was teasing and ridiculing, sarcastic and exaggerated. Taylor and Tiffany could not resist teasing the two boys for having female hands clamped over their mouths and being unable to communicate. The lovely teen girls kept up their cruel taunting the entire time they held Josh and Steve captive.
“And shut up, both of y’all!” Tiffany scolded the boys in her equally syllable-bending Texas twang. “Don’t say another word or make a sound. I don’t want you to talk. No talking or screaming. Screaming can be fun sometimes, I agree, but right now we don’t allow it. It’s a big no-no. We don’t want anyone to hear you. WE don’t wanna hear you! Now shush! You can’t talk anyway. You’re gagged. Remember? We’ve got’cha all gagged up. You will do whatever we say or we will not take our hands off your mouths. Understand?” When she said “gagged,” it came out as “gay-agged” in her twangy Southern drawl.
Badly intimidated, Steve squirmed in Tiffany’s arms and mmmmfff’ed loudly into her left palm. Steve was scared by these bigger, older, stronger girls. He had never been kidnapped before. He didn’t like this at all. Tiffany was holding him way too tight—her slender, bony arms felt like bands of iron with her powerful grip. And he hated having this silly white girlie-hand over his mouth as a gag, keeping him from talking or calling for help. But he nodded for the two girls anyway. Josh also nodded in helpless desperation. Both boys went obediently silent for their older female captors. This greatly pleased the two grinning teens. What else could they do tied and gagged like this?
“And ‘I’ don’t wanna hear you! If I want you to scream, I will tell you to scream for me.—but only with my hands over your mouths. Got it? Good! Excellent,” said pretty Taylor. “You’re quiet for me. Already you are learning to obey us. To obey ME. Fantastic! Very wise decision you boys just made. Now you listen good to me! You are both our slaves and prisoners now for as long as we say. For as long as I say. My slaves and my prisoners. I’m in charge so be extra careful to obey every word I say. Got it? Good! And you should know I NEVER, EVER let my prisoners go free. Once I have you, you’re all mine for keeps!“
“Now we have some rules for you to follow and we expect them to be obeyed completely. You do whatever we say or else. If you don’t obey us, we will punish you. Long and hard and severely. And we won’t let you go--ever. Got it, guys?” Tiffany was adamant. “Listen VERY closely to TAYLOR’S commands and be careful to obey every word she says. Don’t y’all DARE disobey Taylor. Ever!”
“And ‘I’ won’t let you go,” stated their new commander, Taylor, as firmly as she could in her Southernese English. “I am now your mistress—both of you. You belong to us. You belong to ME. We own you and possess you. You’re MY personal slaves and MY prisoners. And I can’t let my prisoners go, no matter what. Tiffany may command you but I own you. I am your commander and mistress. Understand me? I said, do you understand me?” Taylor’s stern, strict tone was rigid with militaristic authority. She really meant business, this girl! She constantly repeated her message that she was their commander now and that she owned them as her prisoners and slaves.
Josh nodded meekly in fear, muffling through Taylor’s pretty left hand. She was now his boss, mistress, commander, and captor. He had never been gagged before, much less with a teenage girl’s hand or any woman’s hand. He stared across at his small, brown-haired friend Steve. The entire lower part of Steve’s little face was covered by a large blanket of snow-white girl-hand that was Tiffany’s choice of gag. Only his scared brown eyes could be seen above that big white hand. He looked so silly like that! But Josh knew he also looked just as silly wearing Taylor’s smothering hand across his mouth. Looking at his handgagged friend was like looking into a mirror at himself.
“First rule. Obey every word we say, no matter what, especially mine,” said Taylor in her sweet, pretty voice that sounded like twangy country music. “Remember, I’m in charge and I make all the rules. Your job is to obey them fully and cooperate. And you obey Tiffany’s words too!” Tiffany nodded enthusiastically for the gagged boys to see, encouraging them with her subtle threat. She thought Josh looked so appealing with Taylor’s big, pretty hand sealed across his mouth. Tiffany knew Taylor was thinking the exact same thing about her big, pretty hand locked firmly over Steve’s mouth.
“Second rule,” said Tiff with authority in her equally angelic, melodic voice. “Keep quiet and don’t try to talk or scream. Not a word. Not a sound. Taylor won’t tolerate any screaming—unless her hand is over your mouth to gag you when she orders you to scream for her. We will help you stay quiet. Tay and I are going to keep our hands over your bratty mouths. You will talk or yell only when we say so—and only with your mouths covered. Agreed?” She grinned and giggled, and Taylor did the same. Tinkling girlish laughter rang out like sweet celestial music. Even their ethereal laughter had a sweet Texas twang! Steve and Josh nodded mutely in misery.
“Third rule, “said Tiffany pedantically, as if she were teaching school. “And this is very important. Always look at us while we talk to you. Do NOT EVER look away. Never. Show us proper respect as your command mistresses. Keep steady eye contact with us at all times. Joshua, you keep eye contact with Taylor. Stevie, you keep eye contact with me. Starting now.” Each boy turned his head around to directly face his young female captor as she handgagged his mouth. Steve and Josh were both extra careful to keep their nervous eyes focused on each female captor’s hauntingly lovely face and beautiful cobalt-blue eyes. The boys knew that the two twin girls were using this as a way to shame, embarrass, and humiliate them as their undignified, ridiculous-looking gazes met Taylor’s and Tiffany’s silently teasing expressions. Josh kept unwavering eye contact with Taylor and Steve did the same with Tiffany, never once looking away.
“Do we agree on the rules, boys?” asked "Taylor the Hand" in her best military command voice. Steve and Josh were resigned, knowing they were only permitted to talk with the teen girls’ hands over their mouths. Each boy unhappily nodded and issued a muffled grunt. They didn’t dare to break their hypnotic eye contact with their teen female captors. “Goody! Goody! But from now on, we don’t accept head nods. Always say the answers for us. We wanna HEAR the WORDS. Now let’s try that again, shall we? I said, do we agree?” Taylor was firmly insistent and demanding.
Each intimidated boy muffled out the word “Yes!” into his assigned girl’s delicate palm. The word was distorted badly by their gags, sounding like “Woof!” Each girl looked at her sister and smiled impishly, giggling at the mumbled way their prisoners sounded behind their restricting hands. Tiffany felt that Taylor’s big, thick-palmed hand made an excellent gag for Josh, muffling the red-headed boy perfectly! The two boys never took their eyes off their young female captors’ pretty faces and eyes. But they realized how miserably ridiculous and foolishly silly they were forced to sound by their tightly clamped gags
Tiffany needed more convincing in her impish need to tease and taunt. She wanted to be sure. “Listen to me! Do you boys both agree to obey Taylor’s every word? You agree that Taylor has full command over you, now and always? You agree to be her prisoners and slaves? Answer me now!” Two muffled yes-grunts of “WOOF!” and two firm nods gave Tiffany the commitments she desired. “Exce-LLENT!”
Taylor’s oily smile was smug and arrogant. She was getting everything she wanted! “Now give me your allegiance and oaths of personal loyalty. Say ‘Yes, Taylor and Tiffany. We promise to always obey your every command. We agree that Taylor commands us and owns us as her personal slaves and prisoners forever.’ Now say it for me!” Taylor was having so much fun now as she dictated their required recitation. “I said say it!! Both of you! Now! SAY IT!!” Taylor-the-Hand’s rigid militaristic tone was very authoritative and commanding.
Josh and Steve were each quick to muffle out their loyalty oath and promise of allegiance and eternal obedience to the two beautiful teenage princesses—and especially to Commander Taylor. First Josh into Taylor’s snug hand, then Steve into Tiffany’s hand. It sounded to the girls’ ears like, “Woof, Poowoo oom Poofamoo. Woo pwoomoof poo oowoov ooboo woo oovwoo coomoomb. Woo agwoo boop Poowoo kommoomb oof oomb oomv oof oov hoo poofoomoo fwoov oomb pwoovoomoov foowoovoo.” How the two teen angels howled with laughter at the silly hand-muffled sounds of gagged pseudo-speech! Their gagged guys were so ashamed and embarrassed with humiliated indignity. Girl power!!! Control! This was TOO easy!!
“Okay. Remember your promise to us—to Taylor. Don’t forget! Don’t make us punish you. You won’t like it,.” warned Tiffany in a stern voice that demanded full cooperation and obedience. Taylor’s stern commands and demands weren’t the only ones needing to be obeyed. “I swear we will do it if you force us to. We won’t tell you what it is—we’ll just do it! Obey us!” Tiffany certainly did sound impressively disciplining and controlling in her girl power and discipline for a sixteen-year-old girl.
Fully in command mode, Taylor was quick to issue a strict command to her gagged prisoners. There was a slight edge of amused fun in her very pretty voice. “Now, you boys ready to play a little game with us? We wanna give y’all a fair chance to escape and be rescued. Remember when I said I would let you scream for me when I told you to? You now have my permission. You will scream for help as loud as you can at the top of your lungs for as long as I say. If somebody hears you calling for help with our hands over your mouths, and comes to rescue y’all, then fine! Of course, we promise to let you go. I promise! I PROMISE!!” But she really wasn’t serious about that, though she sounded so. Taylor could be quite the teasing little imp when she wanted to be. She had no intentions of ever letting Josh and Steve go free.
“But if nobody hears you screaming with your mouths covered,” said Tiffany crisply in a teasing tone, “then we can’t let you go. How could we? No way! Then your Commander Taylor will keep her hands over both your mouths and we get to keep you as long as we want to! While I tickle y’all to death!“ Her Southern accent was very pronounced and slowly drawling.
“Yes siree! And I won’t let y’all go either. You too, Steve. I get to gag you both. ypu each get Taylor-hands!" Taylor was grinning and giggling with perverse anticipation as she thought about that prospect. She loved handgagging young boys! Especially two at a time! Taylor made it a point to keep repeating her delicious threat of keeping a punishing hand each over Josh’s and Steve’s mouths! Tiffany just loved it!
“Forever! We keep you as her prisoners forever!” suggested Tiffany gleefully, hopefully. She would definitely give that command herself even if Taylorwouldn’t. Whether Taylor liked it or not. Tiffany did have some command power herself! And she fully intended to use it. Forever!
“Oh, much longer than that! Forever’s not nearly long enough So don’t y’all fail me, guys. I don’t EVER let my prisoners go. Remember what I said. You belong to me. And you’re gonna LOVE it!” promised Taylor truthfully with a wicked grin as she squeezed Josh’s mouth playfully and reached out a threatening slender palm toward Steve’s Tiffany-covered mouth. Steve flinched and shrank back in fear of Taylor’s large hand. The girls chuckled and snickered as their gagged-up boys squirmed nervously. Yes, girl power, control, and discipline!! Longer than foreve!
“Not till I say so. Ready? Set? Go!! Now yell for HELP at the top of your lungs!” ordered Commander Taylor. She and Tiffany now held each boy’s mouth tightly shut with two clamped hands over it as a double gag. A double handgag for each boy’s mouth. “Look at us while you yell! Don’t look away! Keep your eyes on us!” Why not hinder their chances of help with TWO hands over each mouth? thought keenly intelligent Taylor wickedly with her infamous sly grin. I am LOVING this!!
Double gagged, looking deeply into teenage female eyes, Josh and Steve screamed and screamed desperately for help for a full 15 minutes until they were hoarse and exhausted, red-faced and light-headed from pent-up air deprivation. With each teen girl’s airtight hands sealed across their shouting mouths, their volume, articulation, and clarity were greatly reduced to a muffled roar. All that could be heard was a terribly muffled “HMMMPF!!! HMMMPF!!!” from young male voices buried deep under young feminine hands. “HMMMPF!!! HMMMPF!!!”
Taylor was laughing uncontrollably. Tiffany was mimicking the strangled cries for help without mercy. Josh and Steve miserably called for help under big, perfume-scented teen-girl hands. After 15 minutes, Taylor the Hand sharply commanded silence as her gag-boys kept up their steady eye contact with her and Tiffany. “SHUSH!!! I said shut up! Well, it looks like nobody can hear you. I’m sitting right here with you and WE can’t even hear you. Looks like nobody’s coming to rescue y’all after all. What a shame. You did your best. Guess you’ll just have to stay here with us and be our slaves. Forever. Longer! With ME FOREVER! Oh, how you’ll love it! I know I will!” Her humorless laugh was pure wicked evil.
Tiff agreed wholeheartedly as she held Steve’s commanded gaze. “Yeah, longer than forever! I second that. Hey, don’t complain, Gag Boys! We gave you both a fair chance to yell for help, didn’t we? Huh?” Taylor and Tiffany kept only a single left hand locked firmly over each boy’s mouth now. “Now we keep y’all! Shhhhhh—too bad!”
“Now let’s see how quiet you little idiots can be for me for an hour. That’s what I said—a full HOUR! With our hands clamped over your mouths, of course. Just one hand this time, sweeties. No talking! And don’t TRY to talk. I hate that!” Taylor squeezed her beautiful vanilla-skinned hand even tighter over Josh’s mouth. “One full hour. If you talk, we gag you twice as long. Then you’ll see what your punishment is. You will NOT like it one bit, I promise. Now shush! Time now for a little quiet time, guys. Nice and quiet.” It sounded like “Nass and kwat” in her drawled Southern English accent. Two sweetly musical voices filled the air with pretty feminine laughter. “Time starts now. Remember—shhh-shhh-shhh-shhh!!! SHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! Quiet!!!”
The two depraved Texas twins couldn’t resist being perverse, as usual. They looked at each other in sinister unity and knew precisely what the other was thinking. It had been impish little Tiffany who had initiated it earlier, and now Taylor would join her as promised. Against their two captives’ struggling and squirming in discomfort, each teen girl thrust her free hand deep into her prisoner’s underwear! Two young feminine hands began an erotic-touch genital massage. Taylor’s and Tiffany’s fancy long fingers were dancing nimbly, doing acrobatics, gymnastics, and all sorts of feminine sexual magic from well-practiced, talented teenage hands! Those slender, long fingers were caressing, fondling, stroking, rubbing, and petting Josh’s and Steve’s lower anatomy! Against their will, the boys were being sexually violated! Taylor and Tiffany crowed triumphantly. It was such a sweet crime to get away with this!
As each naughty cowgirl worked her forbidden sexual magic with her right hand, she till kept a smothering left hand over her prisoner’s mouth to stifle his shock and outrage. This taboo masturbation lasted for the entire quiet-time hour, goading the boys to violate the rules by prompting them to speak or cry out prematurely! But Steve and Josh endured the personal groping, refusing to give in to the unfair temptation despite the awkwardness and shame. After a while, the constant onslaught of genital stimulation began getting through to Josh! He was actually enjoying and loving this shameful sexual act with a pretty teenage girl! It seemed to feel all the more pleasant and exciting in tandem with having this goofy Taylor’s sexy female hand covering his mouth! Josh was fairly bursting out of his skin with erotic arousal, overexcitement, and stimulation! He was experiencing his first erection now—going as stiff and rigid as stone—followed by a throbbing, spraying, splattering ejaculation all over Taylor’s silken palms and oozing through her slender fingers!
Five painfully slow minutes crawled by. Ten long minutes of enforced silence. Then fifteen. Josh and Steve were so sick and tired of having these two teen angelic princesses’ perfume-smelly big hands held so tightly over their weary mouths for too long! Twenty minutes of handgagged silence as Steve and Josh stared mutely at their girl disciplinarians as if in a trance. Twenty-five. Thirty. Thirty-five. Forty. Forty-five. Fifty. Fifty-five. An hour of absolute quiet. It was unbearable to be kept Taylor-gagged and Tiffany-gagged for that long! The silence was deafening, long and painfully slow—broken only by two teenage feminine voices soothingly and softly shushing them. Nothing to do but look into a female captor’s beautiful blue eyes and flour-white face as she silently taunted and ridiculed him with her mischievous smile and teasing gaze!
But Josh secretly thought that this extremely goofy Taylor-girl’s large hands were very pretty, as lovely as she was herself. He liked the tender, warm intimacy of her soft, gentle hand touching his mouth and secretly caressing his lips, and the sweet feminine fragrance of her clean snow-white skin. Her flowery feminine perfume was so intoxicating as she continued to gag him tightly for long minutes. For over an hour! Taylor’s well-scrubbed female hand tasted and smelled so incredibly cleaner-than-clean and shower-fresh—just like a girl’s hand always should!
“Do you have anything you want to say to us, boys? What do you wanna tell us? Anything at all? You can tell ME. I’ll listen, I promise! And I’ll keep all your secrets too. Please feel free! Go ahead—talk for me. I’m listening! I won’t tell anyone, I swear! Not even Commander Taylor!” Tiffany teased wickedly as she and her sister maintained their unwavering gags. She kept saying this during their quiet-time hour, hoping to goad and irritate the gagged boys into trying to speak prematurely and earn themselves further gag time as punishment! Might as well have a little fun with this, she thought sinisterly. Why not? Force ‘em to talk before they’re allowed to so Miss Taylor-hand can punish them with her twice-as-long handgag! Yeah!!
Josh and Steve couldn’t breathe, sure they were going to suffocate under the teen girls’ smothering big hands. The pretty angel-girls’ hands were not really so big; they just seemed larger and more adult-woman-sized because the pre-pubescent boys were so small. The twin girls’ Texas cowgirl hands seemed so big also because they were so long and slender with very slim, long fingers and extended nails.
The excruciatingly long minutes of miserable silence wore on and on. Potentially their confidante, as she had offered, Tiffany was feeling very erotic! She loved the way her sister’s big white hand looked as it tightly held Josh’s mouth. So pretty! So sexy and feminine! So teenage-girl youthful, satiny smooth, and vanilla white! Like a mirror image, she knew her own pretty hand looked just as beautiful and sexy over Steve’s mouth since her sister was an identical twin. Both twin girls had satin-smooth skin, long and slender tapering fingers, flamingo pink nails, and they both wore sweet floral perfume with peach and coconut hand creams. Fragrantly pleasant, clean feminine skin. Their delicate palms were softer than satin, silk, and velvet combined. Their grips were vise tight and exceptionally strong for such athletic young girls. Taylor and Tiffany couldn’t take their eyes off each other’s satisfying, reassuring handgag as they felt the warm, moist breath of their exhausted male child captives coursing up and down their dainty palms, the oxygen-starved boys’ squashed lips suctioning hard against their sweet feminine palms and aspirating sharply in harsh rasps, trying to suck in more air.
And all the while, for well over an hour, Taylor the Hand never allowed Josh’s emerald green eyes to stray from her own taunting scrutiny. Neither did Tiffany permit Steve to look away from her own teasing gaze. The model-esque teen girls studied their handgagged captives’ faces and eyes with cool, calculated scrutiny and intense focus--intent on shaming, embarrassing, and humiliating the helpless boys into undignified self-consciousness. The twin girls studied their gagged captives' eyes for silent signs of fear, panic, anger, rage, irritation, pain, shame, embarrassment, humiliation, hatred, and any other emotion they could read--including love?
Taylor finally broke the too-long painful silence with her thick, slow Texas twang. “Okay, Tiff. I’m bored. We’ve kept their silly mouths quiet long enough. Too long. Way over an hour and a half now! But it’s been so much fun keeping their mouths shut. I think I like them much better this way. You’ve done an excellent, excellent job of keeping Steve quieter than a mouse for me. Thank you! Thank you so much, Tiff! You are SO GOOD with him! Quiet time is over. Time to see if these little goobers can talk for us.”
“Good idea, Tay! I LOVE it! You guys are gonna talk and talk and talk—with both our hands over your mouths, obviously. How else? Say whatever we tell you or else. And be sure NOT to mumble. Taylor hates that.” Tiff’s pretty Texas accent rendered her crisply spoken words as, “Tawlk and tawlk—weeth both our hay-ands over yure my-awthz.” She and Taylor meant each girl would use both her hands as a gag.
Steve sighed miserably with agitated upset into his captor-girl’s velvet palm. The small boy was so tired of having Tiffany’s big, long bony hand over his mouth, so cold and clammy. Tired of smelling and tasting her clean feminine skin and sweet wildflower perfume and peachy, coconutty hand cream. Tired of too much forced intimacy and familiarity with Tiffany’s sweetly unique and highly personal feminine scent. Tired of not being allowed to talk or scream or even breathe! He despised being forced to be so close to this strange teenage Tiffany-girl in spousal intimacy as if they were married! Who would wanna marry HER? Yuck! How he hated soft, fragrant girlie-hands! Take off this damn gag, stupid girl!
Josh saw his uncomfortable friend’s misery from being handgagged too tight for too long. But again, he kinda secretly liked Taylor’s pretty, slender hand over his mouth. He wasn’t sure why, but he LIKED her pretty white feminine hand and didn’t really mind her gagging him this long. Taylor’s gentle touch was so silky soft and tender—strong as steel but soft and tender as a woman. Her tight handgag was so smooth, silky-soft and delicate, and smelled so heavenly sweet and girlish. So nice. Peaches, coconut, wildflowers. Such CLEAN white teen-girl skin! Josh marveled and thrilled at her girlishly long, slender fingers that were so silky-cool and feminine pretty with graceful elegance! He kinda liked being held under such tight teenage feminine control and disciplining girl power for so long. It felt so…what was the right word?...intimate and erotic? The longer Taylor held him silent, the more excited and aroused he was getting! As if she were really his wife! Oh, her pretty blue eyes and blond hair! Taylor is so beautiful and sexy like a movie star! I think I’m falling in love with this pretty blond Taylor-girl! Why did he feel like this? He was only a boy of 12 going on 13! He was too ashamed and embarrassed to let Steve know, praying he’d never guess or find out!
“Now talk!” ordered Taylor the Hand as Josh looked into her bright blue eyes in intimate awe. (“Nay-aw tawlk!”) As she had commanded, the redheaded boy’s green eyes had remained glued to her own pretty blue ones all the time she had kept him captive. The longer he gazed into Taylor’s outrageously gorgeous face and eyes, the deeper he was falling in love with this mysterious older woman! What the heck was happening to him? Why hadn’t Josh noticed before just how impossibly gorgeous and sexy she was? She was his kidnapper?! Her—this little hand-over-the-mouth girl? “Tell me you love me. And you wanna kiss me. And that you wanna marry me. And wanna have sex with me. Say it now!” Her strict look and tone scared Josh into action. Maintaining his steady gaze above Taylor’s slimly long fingers, Josh had no trouble feeling all these strange romantic requestsTaylor demanded he say to her. Yes, Josh wanted ALL of these things with her! Even gagged, he was thrilled to say all these romantic and sexual things for her. AND HE TRULY MEANT THEM! Did she know? Could she tell how he felt about her? This sexy Taylor-chick was sounding very wifely right now!
He did his best. But, oh what a terrible, awful sound! He was so ashamed, embarrassed, and humiliated to be seen and heard that way by a girl! Was that really HIS voice trying to talk behind that big teenage Taylor-hand? It sounded so mumbled, so horribly muffled and distorted into that tight teen-girl handgag! “Mmmmfff-mmmmfff-grrba-woof-fmm-poom-poom-fmm-zrrba-gts-foof-foof-woo-woo-mmmfff!” He could hardly get his mouth open beneath her tight squeezing grip and against her slippery-smooth silken skin. ButTaylor loved that pitiful male voice so neatly controlled under her young feminine hand, so helplessly muffled that it excited and aroused her into sexual ecstasy! Tiffany loved it too! “Say it again, Joshua! I wanna hear it again!” Josh was so smitten and enchanted by female charms that he was only too happy to oblige Taylor’s depravity.
Both twin teens burst out laughing in their twangy Southern accents, their angelic, pretty feminine voices as sweet as celestial music. Josh sounded so silly and foolish under Commander Taylor’s impossibly lovely hands, so helplessly girlie-gagged and pathetic! He could barely breathe under her big doubled palms. Yet he seemed so willing and eager to do whatever Taylor ordered him, to say whatever she demanded!
Steve sounded just as muffled and silly when Tiffany made him talk for her into her two gagging hands. But starved for air, Steve sounded miserable and unwilling as he reluctantly obeyed Tiffany’s commands to say the same as Josh had. He had been ordered to say he loved Tiff and wanted to kiss her and have sex with her and marry her! He didn’t want to say any of that romantic mushy stuff but-- Two twin girls were giggling and grinning with perverse amusement as they held the boys’ mouths all the tighter and longer in a doubled gag. Their cruelly mocking mimicry of the pre-adolescent boys’ muzzled gagtalk was accurately precise, sarcastic and exaggerated, and horribly unflattering. This was so much fun! And best of all, they were getting away with it! A perfect crime! Controlling, disciplining GIRL POWER!!
“I can’t understand them. Too awfully hard to understand. Not even a word,” Tiff’s musically pretty voice taunted in her thick cowgirl drawl. Every melodious note of her Texas voice was a sweet angelic song, just like Taylor’s pretty voice. She mimicked their muffled gagtalk in sarcastic ridicule and taunting, giggling her bubbly teen-girl laugh. Her pretty blue eyes held Steve’s bewildered gaze with unwavering steadiness, unwilling to allow him to look away from her outrageously lovely face. Forcing their gagged captives to maintain steady eye contact with them indefinitely was Taylor’s and Tiffany’s way of keeping the boys under their tight female control and intimate girl-power discipline.
“Neither can I. I can’t understand them at all. They mumble way too much. What the hell are you guys saying under there? We can’t hear you! Speak up! And stop your damned mumbling!” Taylor was serious and meant business. After all, Josh and Steve knew she was the one with all the authority around here. Both Texas cowgirls were their commanding mistresses but TAYLOR was really their ultimate authority figure for sure.
But despite her rigid authoritative tone and commanding militarism, the smitten Josh couldn’t help but notice how angelically pretty and sweetly melodic her lovely feminine voice was. Even this goofy Taylor’s wicked scowls and frowns could not be even slightly diminished or altered by her extreme facial beauty and sweet female charms. Josh gazed pleasantly upon sweet Taylor’s outrageous female loveliness from above her pretty, slender white fingers as her long, thin thumb lay flat against his nose, sporting an electric pink eagle talon that was razor-sharp and pointy with a glittery, glossy sheen. Her long fingers were so sweetly perfumed with flowery and fruity girlie scents as he breathed deeply into Commander Taylor’s imprisoning left hand. Under better circumstances, the enchanted Josh wished that this blond teenage princess could be his girlfriend. If only he could have known what Taylor was thinking about him…. Taylor is so beautiful. But she's also SO GOOFY!!
“Say it again. Try harder. Try it again. Slowly. Louder. Clearly. And don’t mumble. No more ‘Mmmmfff-mmmmfff-mmmmfff’ How do you expect Tiff and I to understand you when you mumble like that, silly geese? Now dammit, say it right—and maybe THIS time we can understand you! TALK for me!“ demanded Commander Taylor authoritatively as her pretty sapphire eyes locked with Josh’s and bore into them with soul-piercing penetration and focused, intense scrutiny. Taylor could be quite the queen when she wanted to be. Josh was smitten and captivated into a bewitching seduction! He barely noticed that Taylor had clapped her right hand tighter over her left.
Two hours and counting now with teenage girls’ sweet-smelly hands clamped across their weary mouths in forced silence, forced dictation, and erotic intimacy. Badly intimidated and frightened, Steve kept mumbling and muffling into Tiff’s beautiful vanilla-skinned hands, sounding as if he were going to cry and choke up. No one could understand a clear word he was trying to say through Tiffany’s unkind hands. But Josh, captivated and mesmerized into bewitched seduction, loved Taylor’s pretty hands. He was getting so excited and aroused with amorous exhilaration! Her delicate, dainty vanilla hands had really gotten to him! He muffled and muffled for his “new wife” on endlessly repeated command, unhindered by embarrassed shame. Josh wanted to do whatever pleased and amused Commander Taylor! His stridently handgagged sounds really aroused Tay and Tiff with erotic pleasure and sexual ecstasy! They couldn’t get enough--and they wanted more--much more! This was real girl power and control over boys! Teenage girlie discipline! Too much was not enough!
Frustrated and exasperated, Steve was squirming helplessly in Tiffany’s unyielding grip. He wished his hands weren’t tied behind his back so he could rip her stupid hands off his mouth! He didn’t want Tiffany’s hands over his mouth! He struggled and strained in Tiff’s stubborn grasp. But he could not get free no matter how hard he tried. And certainly, she wasn’t going to let go any time soon. He was hopelessly gagged and she would keep him that way. He could only stare into her hypnotic cerulean eyes over the top of Tiff’s slender, long thumbs that snaked across his nose with their opposing razor-sharp flamingo-pink nails so shiny and glittering.
“Oooooo! Little Stevie! I don’t know what you’re trying to say to me, my love! But you sound so ANGRY and IRRITATED under there!!” Tiffany teased viciously as she pulled Steve’s head upward and back against her left shoulder to be nose-to-nose and eye-to-eye with the agonizing child. Steve’s muffled shouts were getting louder and angrier in his prolonged futility. He was tired of being held prisoner and gagged by a crazy teenage girl! Tiffany was only too glad to restrain the boy even tighter and get him under her teen-girl control. Both kidnapper-girls kept loudly mimicking their captives, each twin teen cupping a snug right hand over her left hand again and again to further fortify the cruel gag, teasing their slaves for being unable to talk with female hands over their mouths as they kept their unwavering gazes fixed on the suffering boys’ pleading eyes. “What did you say? What?? What??! What??! We can’t hear you! Speak up!!” Tiff taunted mercilessly.
“What’s the matter, Mushmouth?” mocked Tiff tauntingly. “Awww! Can’t you speak clearly with a girl’s hand over your mouth? Is my hand still over your mouth? Don’t you like my hand, Little Stevie? I said, do you love my hand? Answer me!! Why can’t you talk for me? It’s just a girl’s hand! ‘Mmmmmfffff! Woo-boo-foof-foof! Mmmmmmmffffff!!!’ See? That’s what you sound like! Do you know how silly you look—and sound—with my hand over your mouth, Little Stevie? I think I’ll keep my hand on a little longer. Well, a LOT longer!” Always silly, Tiffany’s teasing ridicule was vicious and relentless as she went on. She continued to mimic the gagged boys as she giggled along with her mimicking sister. “Tayzie, can YOU understand what Stevie is saying? I can’t!”
“Nope. Not a word of it. Sorry. He sounds like he’s speaking Chinese or Japanese. It’s all Greek to me! Tee-hee! I don’t have a clue, Tiff. He’ll just have to stay this way. Nobody can understand him. He mumbles too much. I thought I taught him not to speak with his mouth full. Oh well, it’s probably not important what he’s saying anyway. Just ignore him. I am!” She couldn’t look at her twin sister because each girl was still maintaining eye contact with her handgagged male prisoner. But she spoke with a serious straight face. “I can’t vouch for your guy, but I really think Josh looks so handsome and sounds so cute with my hand over his mouth! I love it! I might even kiss his lips if I didn’t have to take my hand off his mouth!” Tay’s Texas drawl was slow and thick as molasses, as spicy as hot picante sauce. I know Josh wants to kiss me….
More time passed slowly. Taylor the Hand announced smugly, “Okay, okay. Enough of that. Listen to me and obey my commands! If either one of you guys can speak ONE PLAIN, CLEAR WORD for us, we’ll take our hands away. How hard is that, hmmm? Just one clear word! NO MUMBLING! Then we ungag ya. If we can’t make out what you’re sayin’, then I gag ya both. Yes, me, Taylor, myself. MY hands! Deal? Okay? Okay.” She was ultra-serious.
Pretty teenage girls’ hands sure did make PERFECT and excellent gags over male mouths! Especially two hands at once! So effective and efficient! Steve’s muffled voice grew angrier, louder, and more frightened with racking sobs while he tried to speak more slowly and clearly through silly Tiffany’s muzzling double handgag, as his sweetly fragrant gag-girl had ordered him. “Slowly! Louder! Clearly! You keep mumbling! How can we understand you when you mumble so much, Little Stevie? Say it RIGHT for me!” Tiff was so vicious and wicked in her evil teasing as Steve screamed his garbled frustration into her big, slender hands. Tiffany was an excellent controller and disciplinarian for a teenage girl who was even younger thanTayloras her twin. “Or we can’t take our hands off your mouths!”
Taylor took even stricter command after three hours of non-stop handgagging that had long since wearied her exhausted male slaves. “We’re NOT taking our hands off your silly mouths now!! Because you stupid asses disappoint me and anger me, that’s why! No more talking! You failed! I’ve heard more than enough! I command you to shut up now! SHUSH!!! Shhhhhhhh!!! You both failed to say one clear word I can understand plainly. But since I’m a very nice girl, I’ll give you one more chance before I punish you. Now each of you has to SING a whole SONG for us of our choosing. If you can’t be understood, we punish you good! I mean it! I MYSELF WILL PUNISH YOU!!! I’ll hold your mouths forever! Both of them!” And did Commander Taylor ever mean it! She’d do it in a heartbeat! They all knew it too.
Josh was commanded to go first with Taylor the Hand holding his weary mouth sealed double super-airtight with both her large, pretty hands. Long and slender and sleek, Taylor had very large hands for a girl in her mid-teens. Her merciless young female hands were too tautly locked and the red-haired, freckled boy’s jaw ached after three hours. But he still liked the sweet feminine way her pretty teenage hands smelled and tasted and felt as they covered his mouth so expertly. Supreme Commander Taylor the Wife commanded him to sing all twelve complete verses of “The Twelve Days of Christmas” as she herself counted them off for him one by one and supplied all the words to the less well-known later verses! The song took forever to get through! His muffled singing only earned him loud laughter, teasing grins, mocking mimicry, and taunting ridicule from the twin Texas cowgirl teenagers.
Tiffany demanded, “Now it’s YOUR turn, Stevie. Sing a little song for me! How about “99 Bottles of Beer On the Wall”? Yes, sing ALL 99 verses for Tayand me!” Both her lovely hands were clamped extra snug across Steve’s weary mouth. She knew Taylor loved issuing commands and taking control as much as she did. And it was clear that Taylor was truly the one in command here, as each boy realized. Yet Tiffany wasn’t shy or hesitant about issuing her own demands and orders, as they also recognized with pained chagrin. But Steve’s pitiful, off-key singing was even worse than his friend’s. So choked, heavily muffled, and garbled behind Tiffany’s cruelly punishing hands. Her sweetly floral-fragrant palms and fingers began to taste a little sour and smell a bit stinky after three hours-plus of being tightly gagged with them. Damn Tiffany-hands!
Taylor sighed heavily with annoyed disgust. “What are we gonna DO with you two mumbling fools? I gave y’all a fair chance to redeem yourselves! WHY cain’t y’all tawlk weeth our hay-ands over yore may-awthz? I say it’s time to punish you. What’cha say, Tiffs?”Taylor always called her sister Tiffs and Tiffany called herTay or Tay-Tay or Tayzie.
“You’re the boss, Tay-Tay,” said her sister. “But first, let’s force them to KISS our hands!“ Josh was getting even more aroused and overexcited, liking the sound of that! He was romantically in love with Taylor’s sweet hands!
Playfully, on a whim and for fun, ultra-silly Tiffany clamped a beautiful slim hand over Commander Taylor’s mouth and did not remove it. Taylor was taken off guard with surprise but muffled out, “You’re damn right I’m the boss, Tiffs! If you say so, Tiff! You’ll get no argument from me. I’m always in command. Yes, let’s force these sissy fools to kiss our pretty hands! Now I’m gonna kiss YOUR hand, Tiffs, like we want them to kiss ours! Kissy-kissy-kissy!!” Her absurdly muffled words could barely be deciphered through Tiff’s thick-palmed right hand and slender fingers. Taylor spoke freely as if her mouth were not even covered and gagged! Tiffany kept her gagging hand tightly in place as Taylor the Hand began smooching it to death. Tiffany enjoyed that very much, feeling like a princess as Taylor’s tickling lips pelted her pretty palm with smacking kisses and caresses. Muffled giggling escaped Taylor’s tightly covered mouth.
“Yes!!! I LOVE it! Don’t stop, Tay-Tay! Okay, boys, start kissing our pretty little hands. And don’t stop until we say so. Until Taylor says so! If I let her talk.” Tiffany was the only girl able to speak since she was still keeping her silly white hand clamped tight over Taylor’s big bossy mouth. Tay was mmmmfff’ing softly and still giggling loudly into her younger twin sister’s stubborn handgag, still trying to talk. Tiffany only grinned and giggled girlishly with pleased delight and amusement at the muffled sounds. Tiff couldn’t resist mocking her older sister with a little exaggerated, sarcastic mimicry followed by girlish giggling. Her gorgeous teenage hand stayed.
Steve was absolutely miserable and embarrassed beyond mortification as he repeatedly kissed that big yucky teen-girl left hand that was still covering his mouth so mercilessly after more than three hours. Everything tasted and smelled like…Tiffany! He knew her taste and scent so well now.
Josh was gazing uncomfortably into Taylor’s smiling blue eyes above her Tiffany-handgag. Josh was also weary of the Tiff-gagged Taylor’s own tight handgag on him but he was willing and eager to amorously kiss that gorgeous white palm and those slender, long girl-fingers of hers. So sweet, velvety-soft, cleaner-than-clean, and delicately dainty—and so girlie! He was blissfully drowning in the feminine scent of sweet peaches, vanilla, coconut, and fragrant wildflowers. He felt his own lips willingly responding and yielding to sweet Taylor’s satin lily-white palm and sweetly perfumed fingers under her gentle feminine touch. With each tender kiss Josh was falling more madly in love with this sexy Taylor-girl and her charming, pretty hand!! Goofball Taylor! Could his buddy see that Josh was rather enjoying this pretty teenager’s intimately erotic hand? He hoped not. But he and Steve were not free to look at each other since their adolescent gag-girls had demanded that they only look into each of the twins’ eyes and faces for undignified humiliation. Josh’s hungry lips continued to softly caress Commander Taylor’s slender, long, pretty fingers as their intimate gazes lingered. Taylor saw by Josh’s eyes and felt from his lips how he was feeling about her—and she smiled wickedly with pleased self-satisfaction. “Keep kissing my hand, Joshua,” Taylor muffle-mumbled into Tiff’s silly gag. And he did.
“Kissing our pretty hands like this means you love them! And you also LOVE us! Don’t you boys just LOVE our beautiful hands over your mouths? Why wouldn’t anybody love my hands? Aren’t YOU so in LOVE with me, Joshua?” demanded Taylor through Tiffany’s restraining hand as she stared deeply into his Irish green eyes looking for love. She still spoke as if she were not gagged! No one could make out her muffled words as she repeated them even slower and louder, enunciating each garbled syllable as clearly and carefully as Tiffany’s tight hand would allow. Taylor somehow managed to mumble out her muffled gagtalk with such graceful elegance and classy dignity without sounding foolishly silly and ridiculously absurd like any other person would. Tiffany could only partially understand her unclear words as commander Taylor just kept talking, undaunted by the stifling Tiffany-hand that kept her mouth conspicuously gagged. Heavily muffled giggles could still be heard behind Taylor’s pretty vanilla-white gag.
Using their handgags as leverage, both girls forced their gagged guys to nod their heads. “Keep kissing!” demanded Tiffany. “Kiss and kiss and don’t stop! Remember your promise to obey us! Or else!” Taylor the Hand added her own muted sounds of affirmation and enthusiastic encouragement behind Tiff’s stifling girl-hand as she nodded vigorously with smiling sapphire eyes.
Tiffany said impatiently, “Since you boys failed to talk and sing for us correctly, you force us to punish you. Are you going back on your promise to obey us?” she demanded sweetly in an arrogant voice full of teen-girl smugness and defiant haughtiness. Taylor nodded mutely, staying obediently quiet for her pretty younger sister as her lovely blue eyes said everything for her. Taylor knew how to talk with her eyes. A sharp glare from Tiff warned her to stay quiet and Tayzie obeyed.
Tiff could easily see that Taylor was getting sexually turned on and very excited to have her younger sister’s pretty hand over her mouth! It was the same way Taylor always reacted whenever she was talking on her cell phone while Tiffany forced her to communicate with her hand or both hands clamped over Taylor’s mouth during the phone call. Fine with me! I love it too, Tayzie! This is so exciting, so erotic! I’ll gladly hold her mouth for her! thought Tiffs erotically with excited arousal. Even when Taylor-hand no longer wants my hand, well, too bad--I won’t take it off! No reason to let her go, is there? I do like her quiet. I know she loves it when I keep my hand over her mouth like this! Maybe I won’t let her go….
Yes, it was so very true. Taylor the Hand was stark-raving insane and madly in love with Tiffany’s soft, beautiful white hand sealed airtight over her mouth as a silencing gag! True, Taylor could easily have covered her own mouth with her own gorgeous hand. But when your pretty, younger twin sister has such lovely, sweet hands identical to your own, it’s so much nicer and more erotically intimate to let Tiffany hold her mouth FOR her! Taylor loved it much better when Tiffany did the gagging for her. She could never get enough of Tiff’s silly handgag. It was much more arousing and exciting to let Tiffany gag her! And Tiffany would never refuse her. Even if Taylor didn’t ask her silly sister to put her hand over Tayzie’s mouth, Tiffany would always do it on her own. Tay loved that.
The two twin girls were constantly handgagging each other and had been doing this since they were little girls. Their encouraging parents thought it was so cute. Taylor was the one who especially liked it the most and Tiffany was only too happy to oblige her anytime and anywhere! Often at Taylor’s insistent request, the two twin girls would go to bed very early so Tiffany could stay awake all night to keep her irresistible hand (or both hands!) tightly clamped over Taylor’s mouth all during the night while she slept! How Tiffany loved it when Taylor’s mouth repeatedly responded to her cool, silken palm and long, slim fingers all during the long night! Tiffany loved hearing and feeling Taylor’s hot breath against her delicate palm as it muffled her snoring mouth in the stillness of the dark night! Taylor would awake in the morning still wearing her beloved silencing Tiffany-handgag, and Tiffany always refused to release her mouth until late morning or early afternoon! This could mean a potential 17-hour smothering Tiffany-gag for Taylor!!! Lately, Tiffany had been doing this to Taylor more and more frequently, several nights a week! And Taylor was great at returning the favor when it was her turn to pull an allnighter gag-athon handgag on Tiffany! They’d been doing this for years!
Always Tiffany would accompany her older sister to the movies so that Tiffany could keep her lovely hand sealed over Taylor’s quieted mouth all during a double feature—including the end credits! Sometimes Miss Taylor would keep Tiffany’s mouth covered all during the movies. Sometimes the kinky teens would hold each other’s mouths at the same time as they watched the screen! The older teenage twin just loved the sweetly perfumed scent of her younger sister’s pretty white hand, as well as its ultra-clean, freshly showered skin so cool and silky! Taylor was very much turned on sexually to have Tiffany keep her perpetually handgagged in open public for extended periods of time, to be seen by all with a beautiful feminine hand clamped super-tight over her mouth as she tried to talk! Taylor the Hand could never seem to get enough of Tiffany’s erotic hand! And how the older teen girl loved to keep her younger sister tightly handgagged for prolonged hours in public, especially at the mall, in church, at school, in the library and the bookstore, at the movies and at concerts, at the bank, in the grocery store, and in restaurants!
And Tiffany equally loved it so much when Taylor handgagged her for endless hours without mercy, reprieve, or request! Tiffany was insanely in love with Taylor’s pretty white hand over her mouth and she never had to ask her older sister for a nice, tight, long handgag. And Tay had a nasty habit of never knowing when to take her smothering big girlie-hand away! Sometimes the erotic teen girls would cover each other’s mouths at the same time and hold them gagged for an entire day in front of their bedroom mirror, trying to decipher what each girl was trying to say through her mmmmfff’ing and muffled gagtalk! In the telltale mirrored image, the teenage twins would study and admire each other’s beautiful white feminine hand over her sister's mouth for hours on end! Both girls were sexually aroused and excited by the perverse sound of muffled gagtalk. Each girl loved her sister’s slender, long hand with its thin, slender fingers sealed across her mouth in the mirror while she enjoyed its dainty softness, showered clean scent, and sweetly perfumed fragrances. Neither sister could ever get enough of handgagging the other or being handgagged by her sister! If the truth be known, Taylor the Hand did most of the sisterly handgagging in their lives—far more than Tiffany ever gagged her. And Tiffany erotically LOVED to have Taylor’s obliging intimate hand over her mouth!
Tiffany’s left hand was now clamped thumb-upward over Steve’s mouth and her inverted right hand was stretched taut across Taylor’s mouth, thumb under chin. With erotic zeal, Tiffany really liked the way her pretty white girl-hand looked over Taylor’s quieted mouth and decided she didn’t want to take her hand away. That’s perfectly okay for me to do this as long as I want to, even when Taylor-hand objects… Her sweet sister looked SO CUTE with a girl’s hand stretched taut over her mouth! Her bulging cheeks above the tight pressure of the Tiffany handgag made Tay look like a cute chipmunk. Tiff’s pretty white hand really enhanced the breathtaking feminine beauty and expressiveness of Taylor’s smiling blue eyes!Taylor now sat quietly and didn’t even try to remove the offending female hand. She absolutely LOVED the teenage feminine scent, taste, feel, sound, and look of Tiffany’s tight hand over her mouth as an adorning ornamental gag!! For these two kinky teenage girls, their hand-over-the-mouth thing was a full-blown erotic fetish that they each loved and lived for!
Commander Taylor knew Tiffany only wanted to keep her quiet so she herself could take charge for a while and do all the commanding while keeping her older twin’s big mouth shut. It was Tiffany's way of asserting her own little-sister power and control over her usual older boss. Okay, so be it. I’ll let Tiffany-gag handgag me for a while. I’ll humor Tiff-gag. I’ll keep quiet for her. But I will still talk anyway if I want to! Tiffany-gag’s silly hand will never shut ME up!
Keeping her beautiful eyes on Taylor’s half-visible face and expressive eyes, Tiff said smugly, “Well, sissy boys, I guess Commander Taylor is unable to speak to you for a while. So sorry. Her sincere apologies. Maybe later. Until then, it looks like I am now in charge of you. Taylor has graciously authorized me to be in command and to speak for her. Since I am the only girl who can talk now, you will have to obey MY every word now. I demand you obey me! What I say, goes! ‘I’ command you now and I take care of Taylor’s prisoners for her. You still belong to her but I command you until--or if--she speaks again. Even with your mouths covered you will address me as Commander Tiffany. Understand me? Okay. Don’t look at Taylor, Josh! She’s no longer in command. Both of you turkeys—look only at me! Look at me when I talk to you!” Josh miserably swiveled his head around to meet and hold Commander Tiffany’s gorgeous gaze, acknowledging his new mistress and commander—and how impossibly beautiful and blond she was, so identical to his own nearby commander--even as Taylor’s bony female hand stayed ferociously fastened across his own mouth, her slim fingers denting into his cheek. Taylor’s sweet hand seemed all the more erotic and intimate in her tender woman’s touch with each passing hour! Minute by minute, Taylor’s sexy hand clamped snugly over his smashed mouth kept Josh increasingly aroused and overexcited toward exhilarated ecstasy and impending erection and ejaculation! She's so darn goofy but she's so darn pretty too!
“Good. I’m in charge now as your new commander and mistress. Now, here’s what I say. Before my Tay-Tay and I punish you, you get one more chance to get our hands off your sorry mouths. How? When I tell you to, you will both beg us to let you go. Beg and beg and BEG—as hard and as loud and as long as your sorry asses possibly can. Then maybe—I said MAYBE—I MIGHT let’cha both go. Taylor will let you go, too. Josh, I swear it! But If I’m not satisfied with your begging, ya both stay gagged. Deal? Okay? Okay!” Tiffany was talking very loudly all during her I’m-in-charge-now speech to drown out Taylor’s hand-muzzled angry protests behind her younger sister’s muting palm. Tiff demanded that the boys ignore Taylor’s muffled roaring. Josh could not force himself to stop kissing and caressing Taylor’s sweetly aromatic palm and fingers. He felt so…erotic and intimate…so romantic…with her big pretty hand! Taylor mmmmfff'ed loudly again. "Mmmm! Mmmmm! Mmmmm!! MMMMFFF!!!"
Anxious to speak, Taylor looked like she really wanted to say something important as she urgently, frantically mmmmfff’ed up a storm, tugging desperately at her younger twin sister’s oh-so-pretty white hand at the wrist. “Mmmmfff!!! Mmmmfff!!! Mmmmfff!!! Mmmmfff!!!” Tiffany’s soft, sweet hand had been cruelly clamped snugly across Taylor’s mouth for the past 20 minutes to keep her virtually quiet and mercilessly gagged! Suffocating, Commander-in-Exile Taylor couldn’t get any air! Nor did she agree with Tiffany’s silly commands about the begging. Take your damn hand away, Tiff-gag! Take your stinkin' hand away! She couldn’t say the words she was thinking; her sister’s soft hand held them all back and kept them locked deep inside Taylor’s heart and mind. Let’s just get to their punishment and be done with it! Don’t waste time! And for God’s sake, take your damned, stinkin’ hand off my mouth, Tiff! LET ME GO!!! “Mmmmfff!!! Mmmmfff!!!”
It was clear to all four of them that Commander Tiffany was enjoying herself immensely—maybe a little too much. It gave her such a feeling of girl power and dominant control over her older sister to keep her from talking and being clearly understood for quite some time--as long as Tiffany wanted to. And Taylor really did look SO CUTE with a sisterly handgag covering some two-thirds of her lovely face! Tiffs LIKED and enjoyed holding Miss Taylor’s mouth like this to discipline her, as her younger sister, not to talk! Tay’s moist, squashed lips and warm breath felt so good in her delicate soft palm and between her dainty fingers! Tiffany really loved the heavily muffled sound of Taylor’s frantic mmmmfff’ing and garbled gagtalk—that really turned her on in a sexual way! And she really liked being the authority girl in command, issuing her own orders and forcing their prisoners to look to her for direction and leadership, to obey her every command and demand. As long as her unwavering hand could keep Taylor quiet a while longer—
Taylor was not amused and did not want to be held forcibly quiet by her sister any longer! Nor at all, for that matter! Half a freakin’ hour she gags me!! Enough already with the hand, girl!! I can't breathe! I wanna talk! Tay was the leader here and it was HER decision what to do with HER personal prisoners, dammit! The glorious Commander should not be gagged--ever! She was so sick and tired of smelling and tasting Tiffany’s girlie-perfumed hand, so sweetly fragrant with wildflowers and peaches and coconut. And “The Tay” was totally fed up with trying to talk through “The Tiff’s” silly palm and fingers that cruelly muffled her every syllable into garbled mishmash! She was weary of hearing her own incoherent, nonsensical gagtalk. Besides, she was having trouble breathing properly! And yet Taylor was still talking a mile a minute behind that younger girlish muffling hand as if it weren’t even there, making her annoyance, impatience, and angry displeasure keenly known most strongly with heated profanity! She was frantically prying at her younger sister’s long, slender fingers to try to break her stubborn grip. But Tiffany was determined not to let go. She wanted that hand to stay—and it did!
Shut up, Taylor!! Be quiet! If Taylor-hand is going to cuss like that, she deserves to have my hand kept over her dirty, filthy potty mouth. Anyone would agree with me. Good thing I am here to gag her with my hand. Good Gawd, Tayzie! I swear, I am NOT taking my hand off your mouth—I cain’t! It’s MY decision and I am in command here. Don't worry, my hand is clean, Tay-Tay. This is for your own good. Now she can swear all she wants to and we don’t have to hear her! Good!! My hand will mask her cursing perfectly. When Taylor-hand finally calms down, I will ungag her.
“Mmmmfff!!!! Mmmmfff!!!! Mmmmmmmmmmmmffff!!!! MMMMFFF!!!” Taylor was still muffling emphatically and loudly into the velvety folds of that teenage female palm, trying to make herself heard and understood better by speaking more slowly, loudly, and as clearly as she could, screaming out her muffled rage as she tried to pull the insufferable handgag away without success. Whatever Taylor was trying so desperately to say, she continued to repeat it over and over again, trying harder to speak more loudly, clearly, and slowly each time. But it wasn’t working at all because Tiffany’s insistent hand was smother-tight and all Taylor could produce was badly muffled gagtalk. No matter how careful and clear her attempted diction and enunciation, no one could understand a single word through her younger sister’s silly hand. But impossibly pretty Taylor was still talking and shouting and cursing anyway! Desperately, Taylor was slowly stroking and pulling at the slender length of her sister’s young fingers now and inhaling hard for rare perfume-tainted oxygen against her taut silken palm and through her slim fingers. Taylor’s strained beet-red face contrasted sharply with the creamy skin of Tiffany’s lily-white hand.
In total control over her, Tiffany rebuked her struggling sister firmly, shaking her pretty blond head at her. “No, Tayzie. NO. Shush. I know, I know. But I don’t WANT you to talk right now. Don’t worry, I’ll let you go in another few minutes or so. Just be patient a little longer, okay? And don’t fight me. NO! Shhhhhh!!! Don’t try to talk!” Defeated, Taylor subsided, a muffled groan of irritated misery buried deep into Tiffany’s relentless palm. “Taylor! Shhhhhhhh!!!” Taylor silently begged for her pretty sister to release her mouth with sad, pitiful, puppy dog eyes. Tiff just smiled and completely ignored her. Her hand stayed.
Confused and lost, upset and frustrated, Steve and Josh didn’t know what to do or think as they saw their Commander Taylor’s gagged mouth and heard her frantic, muffled speech and angry obscenities shouted into her sister’s silly hand. All they knew to do was obey newly self-elected Commander Tiffany as their new commander and mistress until she let Taylor talk freely again. But when would that be? Josh kept looking at Taylor as his real commander even though Tiffany scolded and lectured him severely for failing to obey her. “Okay, you idiot sissies. Start begging me. Both of you! Remember—hard, loud, and long! Or I don’t take the hands away. Get started NOW and keep it up! BEG!!” Tiffany’s cowgirl Southwestern accent had never been stronger, thicker, or more twangy. Her authoritative tone was sharply harsh and whip-crack immediate with a no-nonsense businesslike edge of militaristic rigidity. Even Taylor’s hand-muffled voice had a distinctive Texas lilt to it, the guys thought in concerned emotional pain and distress.
Helplessly, with Tiffany issuing constant strict commands, Josh and Steve started begging for their freedom with honest sincerity and loud, hard pleading, still having no actual guarantee that Commander Tiffany would set them free. Did she have the authority to do so as she had claimed? Wasn’t Commander Taylor the Hand really the authoritative girl in actual command over her prisoners? How could "Commander" Tiffany keep her quiet for this long? Steve’s keening voice sounded frightened and sorrowful with whining agony under Tiffany’s unyielding left hand as she smiled evilly at the meaningless, muffled noises he was making beneath her thick palm. He was crying and wailing into Tiff’s smelly-stinky muffling palm but the cruel teenage girl showed no mercy or remorse. She would have used two hands to gag him if it were not for her compulsive need to also gag Taylor. Gag, gag, GAG!!
Josh was begging hard and pleading loudly too but not quite as loud or hard as he could. He wasn’t sure he really wanted pretty Taylor to take her feminine-sweet, soft, beautiful, vanilla-white, clean hands away—even after nearly four hours of "Tayzie’s" merciless, excessive handgagging! Josh felt that his supreme commander was extremely kooky and goofy but yet he secretly really liked Taylor. A lot--an awful lot! He couldn’t help it—hers were a GIRL’S pretty hands and he loved them! Was he in love with Taylor’s unyielding, unwavering large hands? All that sweet feminine perfume and fragrant hand cream, her excellent personal hygiene and feminine cleanliness—Josh wanted to MARRY Taylor’s beautiful hands! Her exquisite teenage-girl hands had him so sexually aroused and excited with erotic ecstasy that he didn’t care if Commander Taylor ever removed his gag! Taylor’s female teenage hands made a perfect, excellent gag! She was free to use both hands to gag him, unlike Tiffany who was handgagging Steve and Taylor at the same time.
He heard his own mumbled gagtalk pleading for release muffled deeply into Taylor’s beautiful white hands, lacking his own serious conviction and sincerity. He heard Steve’s horribly Tiffany-gagged voice, as well as Taylor herself begging via senseless gagtalk gibberish for her own release into Tiffany’s other palm. All this gagged supplication behind young female hands was turning Josh on sexually! He was getting too excited with sensual exhilaration and aroused ecstasy! Josh felt a stiff, rigid, bulging erection forming rock-hard in his underwear as he savored and enjoyed Taylor’s long, slim, beautiful fingers and cool, silky-soft palm against his lips! The sexy Austin cowgirl's intimately erotic hands had seduced, enchanted, bewitched, captivated, and mesmerized the freckled redhead—was he really enjoying and loving being handgagged by a pretty teenage girl as her personal slave? Overcome, Josh decided four hours just wasn’t long enough with Commander Taylor’s sexy hands clamped tightly over his mouth! Even if he should die of smothering asphyxiation!
Taylor continued to tug at her persistent sister’s impregnable hand as the boys’ begging and pleading for their freedom grew louder and more intense, building to a cacophonic crescendo. Her muted groans and moans of unhappy gagged misery after more than 45 minutes were soft and subdued with weakened resignation as her obsessive sister’s firm hand masked them so neatly. The younger girl clearly loved her older twin’s hand-muffled grumbling but still made it a point to ignore her completely for as long as possible. Tiffany smiled wickedly and basked in the sinister glow of her naughty triumph, soaking up the perverse joys and amusing pleasures of hearing three loudly pleading voices—one female, two male--hopelessly muffled by her own and Taylor’s sweet young female hands! Mine is the only mouth here not covered by a teenage girl’s hand! I’m the only person who can talk and be clearly understood! I’m not gagged!! I love it that these three goobers are! I finally get the last word! Ahh, finally--peace and quiet! I just LOVE holding their mouths! Tiffany mercilessly mimicked and mocked the three gagged mouths with wicked cruelty and ridiculing taunting, laughing loudly with girlish immaturity to punctuate her sinister mockery. Gagged, gagged, GAGGED!!
Smug with cocky arrogance and clear victory, Tiffany teased, “Tayzie, did you say something? I am so sorry, I didn’t hear you! Talk to me. Do you wanna say something? Please feel free, go ahead! I promise I’m all ears! Say again for me, sister! I didn’t quite catch that. So sorry!”
Somehow, everyone still realized that the glorious Commander Taylor was truly the one in charge, regardless. Her silly twin sister could keep her handgagged and quiet for an eternity, unable to speak and issue her commands, but there was never a doubt who the real commander was here. Steve knew it. Josh knew it. They looked to Taylor for guidance and direction, expecting her orders and discipline. At sixteen, she had a very authoritative way of commanding and disciplining others with her words and actions--even adults much older than she. Taylor had taken on much responsibility and authority from a very early age. She knew how to command. And she fully expected total cooperation and obedience—or else! Even now, at only 16, Taylor ran their entire household and had been doing so since she was nine! She knew how to keep Mom and Dad tightly under her control, girl power, and discipline. Whenever her parents argued or got too loud, Taylor the Hand would always get between them and put her hands over their mouths! And it seemed to Tiff that Taylor always had her hand over Dad's mouth, more often than not! But he never seemed to mind her gagging hand. In fact, he rather seemed to like it a lot! The longer she held his mouth, the better he enjoyed it! Taylor the Hand even forced him to gagtalk for her at length! Her father never, ever corrected Commander Taylor for her constant hand-over-mouth discipline of her sister and her parents! And hadn't Tiffany even seen Dad get sexually aroused and excited over one of Taylor's extra-long mouth-holds? Of course, Daddy got even more aroused and excited when his youngest daughter handgagged him too! But it was his oldest daughter's sweet hand he really loved the most.
All the men in Taylor's family and on their ranch seemed to love her sweet, beautiful white hands and her sexy, flirtatious handgags. No one was ever allowed to talk unless Taylor the Hand permitted it. That was well understood by all. She was forever handgagging her younger and older brothers, not to mention Tiffany. The ranch hands had all experienced Taylor's big hands over their mouths as gags many, many times. Uncles John, Joe, and Jim especially loved it when Taylor shut them up. She was well known for often handgagging two mouths at a time, frequently complaining that she needed three hands! And Grandpa went into blissful erotic nirvana whenever Taylor had her young feminine hand sealed across his mouth! But Taylor the Hand did seem to have a little problem knowing when to take her hand away and let their mouths go! And all the womenfolk in her family were always thanking her for shutting people's mouths with those pretty teenage-girl hands of hers! You'd hear a loud male voice cussing, arguing, or making noise, immediately followed by the satisfying sound and sight of his voice heavily muffled by a young female hand--Taylor's famous hand! Then would come a gratified female voice: "Thank you, Taylor!" The pretty teen girl would invariably answer, "You're welcome," or "No problem," or "My pleasure!" Her hapless handgag victim or victims would helplessly sit there mmmmfff'ing and gagtalking, begging Taylor to release their mouths! But letting their mouths go only came on Taylor's dictated terms and her timetable! Everyone had learned to accept that. And her mouth-holds were never done facetiously, only in good-natured, flirtatious fun.
Even though Tiffany was the only girl with the power of speech and command now, Taylor was undeniably “The Girl.” Steve and Josh were truly TAYLOR’S personal prisoners and slaves under COMMANDER TAYLOR’S control and authority. And only Taylor was the one to make all the decisions affecting them. Only Taylor could decide what to do with HER prisoners and slaves. Even with her mouth held and quieted with her younger sister’s hand, no one doubted Commander Taylor’s ultimate authority, control, girl power, and discipline. You could just feel it. Everyone knew this—especially the girl with the hand over her mouth. Taylor’s commanding blue eyes did all her talking for her!
And with that,Taylor the Hand suddenly reached over and clamped her free, beautiful right hand across Tiffany’s sassy mouth, terribly muffling her sharp gasp of shocked surprise and her angry retort! The twin teenage beauties glared back at each other and muffle-talked angrily behind each other’s smothering white hands as Josh and Steve kept their eyes on beautiful Tiffany’s eyes and face as commanded. Each twin sister was reaching across with an inverted right hand to cover her sister’s protesting mouth in an airtight-sealed handgag! But even though Tiff hated to be so rudely interrupted and cut off so unintelligibly in mid-sentence, she secretly could not deny how very much she absolutely LOVED Taylor’s pretty, clean, white, sweet, perfumed feminine hand sealed over her mouth so airtight! Taylor’s erotic handgag was so cool and silky-soft as Tiffany angrily muffled out her indignation and outrage! As the older sister, Taylor the Hand was wisely giving her a good taste of her own medicine for Tiff's own good!
After a protracted handgagged shouting match, the two incredibly lovely teenage blondes nodded at one another in mutual silent agreement through their glowering glares. Their haunting blue eyes said over their hands, I’ll take my hand away if you take your hand away first. Wait, wait a minute. No, no. Let’s take our hands away together at the same time, okay? Okay. Slowly and carefully, each sister removed her restraining hand from her twin sister’s errant mouth with caution. Pent up for air, lightheaded and dizzy with giddiness, Taylor and Tiffany heaved for breath, unable to speak. Tiff had kept Tay gagged for over 60 minutes!
“These two sissified idiots have totally failed their begging test,” twanged Tiffany. “ I didn’t understand s single word they were saying! I say we punish them good and finish them off now! You gag ‘em and then we’ll punish them!”
Commander Taylor-In-Charge agreed, breathlessly pent-up as she heaved heavily for air to speak in a deep, hoarse voice. “Yeah! But first a little pleasure before the pain…. Hahahahaha!” she mumbled through Tiffany’s slenderly long fingers. Tiffany had managed to somehow reposition her naughty hand back over Taylor’s mouth, muffling all her words in mid-sentence into distorted, incoherent gagtalk. Again, just for whimsical fun. Gagged again!!
Grimacing and growling, the exasperated Taylor-Princess was impatient with frustration. But she kept her pretty, angelic voice calm.“Tiffs?…um, Tiffs?…ah, Tiffs? Tiffany!!! TIFFANY!!! Please, can you take your hand away from my mouth? Please? I can’t talk like this! You already had your hand over my mouth for over an hour!" Painfully aware of her own muffled message, Taylor tried again. Much more loudly and slowly this time, a greatly annoyed Taylor enunciated her irritated request carefully, emphasizing in staccato one-word-at-a-time mode as slowly and crisply as she could under the restricting handgag. “TIFFANY!!!…TIFFANY!!!...CAN...YOU…PLEASE…TAKE… YOUR…STUPID…HAND…AWAY…FROM…MY…MOUTH? PLEASE? I…CAN’T…TALK…LIKE…THIS!” Taylor pointed sharply at the pretty white backhand and slim, tapered girl-fingers still stretched taut across her arrested mouth and bulging cheeks. Her musically pretty voice was smothered. “TIFFANY?!!! TIFFANY!!! HAND!! HAND!!!”
Tiffany stared at Tayzie, clueless, a blank expression on her gorgeous face. “What??? Hunh???” She couldn’t begin to imagine what her silly sister was trying to tell her. “Why are you talking so weird like that? You sound like a freakin’ computer!” Rolling her lovely cobalt-blue eyes, The Tay moaned and groaned with long-suffering weariness into the insufferable teen-female hand so good at smothering her words. “You know, you really ought to learn to speak up more clearly if you expect people to understand you. I’m just not getting a single word you’re trying to say! Quit mumbling, Tayzie, and say it right!” The Tiff continued to stare in frowning puzzlement and blank perplexity at her gagtalking older sister, seemingly unaware of the desirable girl’s gag! Was she kidding?
After an additional ten minutes of being re-gagged and shouting “TIFFANY!!! HAND!!!” Taylor gave up, exasperated and frustrated into futility at being prevented from talking. "Mmmm-arggggghhhh!!!" she growled in clenched-teeth, aggravated exasperation. She knew that Tiffany had handgagged her in playful fun but was now so out of control with her erotic fetish she couldn’t stop or be stopped in her compulsive, excessive obsession. Tiffany could not help herself—it was a bad habit she would never be able to break. The very same was equally true for Taylor the Hand. Sighing heavily into the delicate silken palm that was so intimately familiar to her, Taylor stayed quietly gagged, madly in love with that sweet, pretty hand but starved for oxygen, waiting impatiently to see what would happen next. She would just have to get used to the smothering gag that enforced her silence. But though she really needed to breathe and talk now, Tay really did love Tiffany’s sweetly floral-and-peaches-smelling hand, so soft and delicate and vanilla-white, as beautiful and feminine and young as her own hands. Well, after all, the teen girls WERE identical twins! She was just extremely weary of tasting and smelling The Tiff’s handgag right now. Tay needed to talk. And more importantly, she needed to breathe! But Tiffany’s hand didn’t budge an inch.
As Taylor continued to tug and pry at her sister’s stubborn handgag, she finally managed to get her mouth partially free. There was now a small gap, a pocket of air between Taylor’s pretty lips and Tiffany’s incredibly beautiful palm. Her distorted words were still badly muffled and garbled but clear enough now to be easily understood. I can almost talk freely again! Good! I’ll take it! Gasping for breath behind Tiff’s loosened hand, Commander Taylor said, “Tiffany! Listen up! Time to punish these sissy boys! Let’s finish them off, okay? Tickle torture! I'll gag ‘em! One hour!” Awakened back into reality again from her erotic reverie, Tiffany’s pretty hand fell slowly away. Taylor gulped in fresh lungfuls of air, untainted and unflavored by sweet feminine floral scents. She was both glad and grateful to shed her fleshly human-female gag. Ahhhhh…to be able to talk again!! And to breathe again!! She kept her silly hand over my mouth for more than an hour!!! Damn Tiffany hand!
Commander Taylor now pulled each boy into her lap, Josh still on her left knee and Steve on her right, holding them extra-tight as they squirmed and struggled to get away. Nothing doing! Tayzie’s lovely left hand was still covering Josh’s mouth after almost five hours! As Tiffany’s stale left hand lifted slowly away from crying Steve’s mouth, Taylor gave him a pleasantly sweet-scented, fresh gag as she viciously clamped her free right hand across his muffling mouth. His Tiffany-muffled cries were free and unhindered for about a fraction of a second before Taylor’s big hand closed in over his wailing mouth to smother them once again. “See, guys?” she twanged Texas style with a silly wide grin in her pretty feminine voice. “I told you I would hold both your mouths and gag them myself with my own hands, didn’t I? Now Tiffany is going to tickle you both to death! Wouldn’t want anyone to hear y’all laughing and screaming so loudly, now would we? Naw, we sure wouldn’t! So I get to do double gag duty while Tiff tickles y’all! I’ll see that y’all stay nice and quiet. How do you like MY hand over your mouth now, Stevie? Like it? I said, DO YOU LIKE IT? Answer me now! Or did you prefer Tiffany's hand to mine?” Tay giggled girlishly as her big white hands tightened their pretty gags.
Her fierce grip on their mouths was mercilessly cruel, firmly clamped and sealed airtight. Josh felt his jaw aching as he struggled to breathe behind Commander Taylor’s lovely, soft palm and pretty fingers. Steve’s frightened cries were lost deep into his new handgag mistress’s giant silken palm, so much like Tiffany’s hand but yet so different. “Let’s see if we cain’t loosen up these silly boys’ tongues,” teased Tiff as she moved in for the kill as their sadistic ticle monster. She used each hand to cruelly tickle each uncomfortable boy as mercilessly as she could, her left hand on Steve and her right hand on Josh. Taylor the Hand held them quiet and tight for her.
Tiffany’s torturing fingers were as relentless and merciless as the two boys’ Tylor-handgags. Tiff smiled down wickedly at them as they muffle-howled behind Taylor’s fragrant smothering hands. Steve and Josh flailed, kicked, thrashed, convulsed, bucked, and squirmed in helpless torment as Tiffany’s cruelly tickling teen-girlie fingers showed no mercy. Their hands were still bound tightly behind their backs with the cowgirls’ blue bandanas to restrain them from repelling Tiffany's dancing cruel fingers or from trying to remove Taylor's mercilessly smothering handgags. It went on for far too long, for an hour. But after the excruciating hour came and went, Tiffany was nowhere near ready to stop tickling Commander Taylor’s prisoners. And The Tay said nothing to her sister, not about to stop her even after the torture hour passed sixty minutes! Both Texas cowgirls did not want to see their captives' gagged-and-tickle torment end. Commander Taylor the Hand was grinning and giggling like a giddy schoolgirl as she listened closely. The self-satisfied teenager marveled and delighted at her two tortured prisoners' heavily muffled yelps, shrieking screams, explosive guffaws, labored inhalations, and gagtalked pleadings from beneath her own sweetly fragrant, vanilla-white pretty hands. The cruelly perverse agonizing was a real turn-on for the highly amused Taylor! I just LOVE to handgag boys' mouths!! Gawd, I should be a hand model, my hands are so beautiful!
The glorious Commander Taylor’s cruel, muffling hands could not have been any tighter or more smothering over their mouths. Strangled, horribly smothered, terribly hand-muffled cries of anguish and forced, distorted laughter escaped from under her beautiful sixteen-year-old female hands as her two prisoners screamed and SCREAMED in painful howling torment! They had tears in their eyes and streaming down their reddened wet cheeks that splashed onto Taylor's clean white backhands; their bloated faces had long since turned blood-red as they thrashed their heads wildly from side to side, unable to stand it any longer. Josh could not believe how many uninterrupted hours Taylor had kept her relentless hand over his mouth! And yet her delicately soft palm remained as clean, sweet, fresh, and pretty as ever! Josh’s and Steve’s smothered, ultra-muffled screams and howls sounded terribly awful and had no volume or power under Commander Taylor’s exceptionally beautiful female hands. She certainly knew exactly how to gag mouths! But neither Taylor’s nor Tiffany’s evil hands let up. Lovelier than ever, Taylor smiled in perverse pleasure and wicked amusement as she mocked and mimicked with accurate precision their every muffled howl of uncontrolled laughter. Breathlessly smothering, Josh and Steve were suffocating and drowning in a sea of fragrant feminine scents and sweetly floral perfume filtered through Taylor’s girlie-aromatic long fingers. Weakened beyond exhaustion, the two spent 12-year-olds finally reached a point where they could move or vocalize no longer into their teenage gag-girl’s savory hands. Their young female commander and mistress could only feel her prisoners convulsing and heaving in silent futility beneath her lovely white handgags, reduced to weak muffled whimpers of pain and anguished torment.
Finally, after an eternity, exhausted herself, Tiffany withdrew her tormenting fingers and stopped her sinister tickle torture. As gorgeous Taylor’s pretty right hand slipped free from Steve’s breathless mouth, Tiff took him back into her own lap and personal custody, only to quickly clap her infamous left hand back over his mouth as a silencing gag. “Come home to Mama, Stevie!” she teased as she gagged him tightly again. Commander Taylor still had a limp, listless Josh wrapped in her young feminine grip and possessive personal custody. “And you stay right HERE with YOUR Mama, Joshua,” she snickered in a silly childlike tone. He was still hopelessly gagged with her large wildflower-scented left palm. It seemed to the badly winded Josh that this kooky, goofy Taylor-chick was never going to set his mouth free!
Looking wickedly into the two wet, reddened, hand-covered faces of their limp and weakened prisoners—COMMANDER TAYLOR’S prisoners, mind you—The Tay said cheerfully with teen-girl gusto, “Now we finish you off with our final punishment for your disobedience!” The Tiff grinned and laughed as she agreed. “Let the fun begin with a little sexual pleasure first! Are y’all ready, my sweetheart honeys?” Taylor gloated with evil anticipation.
Handgag Taylor plunged her free right hand into Josh’s shorts again and began stroking, caressing, fondling, and massaging his privates furiously! His ecstatic, erotic screams of uncontrolled sexual pleasure were heavily muffled into Taylor’s giant white girl-hand. Steve mmmmfff’ed wildly with fear and confusion as he watched helplessly while Taylor assaulted his friend's lower anatomy. How could his friend be loving THIS?? Taylor the Hand made sure Josh kept steady eye contact with her as always. Something very erotic, intimate--yes, even romantic?--passed between them through their silent glances. He came for her so quickly and easily as Taylor showed her oozing, semen-soiled palm to her sister. It was wet, shiny, sticky, thick, and gooey. A slender white girlie-palm splattered with hot white love lava, oozing between her long, slender fingers. Tiffany grinned and laughed at Josh's easy seduction, agreeing that Taylor's young feminine hands were the most sexy and beautiful in the whole world!
“Your turn, baby,” Tiff smiled at Steve. Her free hand was doing acrobatics and gymnastics in his underwear. She had never heard anyone’s scared screaming so LOUD with her tighter-than-tight hand clamped over his mouth. But despite his pleasured pain, Steve also ejaculated quickly into her masturbating hand. “Do you LIKE it? Feel GOOD? Want MORE?” These sexy, beautiful teens had the magic touch!
As they continued caressing and fondling their male prisoners’ genitals, Commander Taylor announced with authority, “Wanna know what your punishment is for talking and singing all mumble-y, boys? And for not begging us hard enough to be let go? We’ll show ya. Next time a pretty teenage girl HAS HER HAND over your mouth, you’ll talk more clearly. Ready, Tiffs?”
“Ready, Tay-Tay! Yee-HAW!!!!”
Keeping their suffocating left palms firmly locked over the screaming boys’ mouths, each girl moved her pretty right hand to their noses. First the leader Taylor, then Tiffany to follow as she watched her sister. Josh and Steve looked at the lovely young faces of their new “wives” with terrified wide eyes as they realized what those slender, long girl-fingers were doing to them. All too soon their loud but muffled screams died down to nothing and then total silence.
“I think it’s time for a nice, long nap, boys. I’m so glad you wanna go to sleep while we girls watch over you. Don’t worry ‘bout a thing. Sleep well. Sleepy time, y’all! Nighty-night!” This was Commander Taylor’s smiling voice, as pretty and sweet as a melody.
“Nighty-night!” echoed Lieutenant Tiffany in her sweetly smiling angel-voice. Each girl held a limp body in her arms, a smothering left hand locked over his mouth as a wonderful feminine gag!
Darkness filled Steve’s world. He was smothering, suffocating, to death. No air! Help!!! He tried to pull in a fresh breath but the smothering hand and nose-pinching fingers were too tiight. Josh was also struggling, his body convulsing furiously as he thrashed his head wildly from side to side, then finally gave up the ghost. How could these secy, beautiful girls with the sweet, white pretty hands be so MEAN and CRUEL? Their pretty, sweet-scented, slender fingers were shutting off their air supply and suffocating them!
Taylor and Tiffany smiled and giggled as they looked down into their smothering victims’ horrified faces with great interest and self-satisfied amusement. The sixteen-year-old Texashandgag girls could feel the warm breath on their sweet palms slowing, turning cold. Lifeless eyes rolled back into the boys’ heads as their limp bodies went still and breathed no more. Sleep, thought pretty Tay. Sleep forever….
Five hours and counting. The last thing Josh remembered seeing was the cold, evil smile of his blond and lovely lady before the world disappeared….
When Josh awoke, he felt groggy. He tried to think, tried to remember where he was. He quickly realized that his hands were no longer bound behind him with the bandana. Taylor. Taylor? Taylor! Where was Taylor? Josh was lying flat on his back alone.Taylor’s soft, pretty hand—it was no longer covering his mouth in its tight gag-hold! Josh could breathe freely again! He took a long, pent-up breath of fresh air into his starving lungs. If he could breathe, then he could talk too—
Steve!! Where’s Steve? Is he okay? “Steve? Steve!” Josh croaked hoarsely in anxiety.
“Shhhhhh!! Shhhhhh!!” A soft feminine voice from the dim shadows off to his left.
“Taylor?Taylor! Tay-woommmmfff!! Mmmmfff-mmmmfff! Poowoo!”
Josh’s sharp whisper was cut off in mid-name. A very familiar young feminine hand, long and slender, had clapped quickly across his mouth to arrest his speech. Taylor’s hand again. White. Soft. Delicate. Cool. Silky. Smooth. Clean—so very clean. Pretty. Long, slender fingers. Feminine. Teenage-girlie. Sweet. Perfume. Flowers. Peaches. Coconut. Hand. Taylor-hand. Gag.
Josh mmmmfff’ed softly into the velvet palm. Taylor’s pretty hand was tight across his mouth again. Her right hand, inverted, thumb under chin. “Shhhhh.” Josh went silent under the clamped palm and inhaled her feminine fragrance. Erotic. Intimate. Her hand. Her hand. Several heartbeats. A minute. Two. Three….
The beautiful white female hand moved slowly away from Josh’s lips. Before he could think, before he could talk—
Soft teenage-girl lips closed over his.Taylor’s warm, sweet mouth. Kissing, caressing, kissing. Josh’s lips responded, yielded beneath her touch.Taylorheld the sensuous kiss for an eternity. Wet, warm, long, slow, deep. He kissed her back….
Steve? Where was Steve? Josh no longer cared. A new man inside him was waking up, being born.
His whole world was now—
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