Blind Fate - Part 2 by Longshot (f/m, qs, mast) I know I said I'd never write a story like this, but, well, something interesting popped into my head and well, this is the result. I hope this turns out well. The original version got destroyed when the computer crashed so this is the rewrite. I hope you enjoy it. Consider it my translation of quicksand sex. I still say it's ludicrous, but well, I suppose by this explanation, it could happen. * It had been several months since she had pushed Kevin into the bog and still she felt guilt over it. She knew even now that she had probably saved countless lives, but as she lay there, in another sleepless night, she couldn't help but wonder if she really did the right thing. She saw the images replayed in her dreams sometimes even when she was awake, she couldn't see him then, but, now she could, she could see him struggling, drowning in the quicksand. She silently cursed the fact that she used to be able to see. Maybe if she'd just been born blind she couldn't imagine what he must have looked like, she couldn't imagine him disappearing into the mire. She curled up into a ball tightly clutching her pillow like it was some sort of comfort to her, she buried her face in her pillow and began crying. She knew the cops had purposely flubbed the report to say accidental death. That while trying to recapture her when she escaped he stumbled into the pit and drowned. She knew better, and despite what the cops and her sister said, she knew she'd killed the man. It was one of the few times in her life when she wished she had a boyfriend, someone to hold her, tell her things were going to be okay. She'd sworn off dating after Kevin had tried to kill her, her first boyfriend had cost her her sight, her second almost cost her her life, she didn't want to guess what a third would do to her. Put her in a wheelchair, maybe worse, it was just too much to worry about, she just accepted she'd be alone forever, well she'd always have Cindy, until Cindy found a boyfriend. Then what? Would they stick her in a home? She would have gotten a dog, but she discovered quite to her annoyance that she was allergic to dog hair. She sighed. She was stuck with her cane and dark glasses. At least she had Cindy, even though she wished she wasn't such a liability to her. This brought on a new wave of tears as she lay there clutching her pillow. Cindy awoke to the sound of crying. She sat up and straightened out her nightgown with a soft sigh to herself. She knew how hard things were on Melinda. The poor girl had accidentally killed - she sighed and corrected her thought - killed someone. She knew just because her sister was blind she was anything but helpless. She remembered when they were kids. She was only two years younger than Melinda, but Melinda always treated her like she was the same age. She remembered helping her through a gymnastics routine once. It had been a lot of fun as the two girls giggled and laughed their way through the practice. Melinda had an unnatural wiriness. It seemed that she could twist and turn her way through, out of, or into anything. She laughed softly to herself as she recalled the times Melinda had gotten herself stuck trying to show off. She shook her head as she heard Melinda crying again, dispelling the memory like a puff of smoke. Cindy smiled to herself as she came up with a plan to get Melinda's mind off things. The next afternoon Cindy stuck her smiling face into Melinda's room. "Oh Me-lin-da," she called out in a singsong voice. Melinda looked up though it was from more of force of habit than necessity "What, sis?" Cindy smiled really big, and even though she knew Melinda couldn't see it somehow by the sudden extra grumpy look on her face, she knew Melinda could somehow sense it. "Get your best dress out, we're going out." Melinda tilted her head oddly at her sister "To dinner?" Cindy giggled. "Yep." Melinda sighed. "Ya sure we can't just stay home, listen to the radio and order a pizza or something?" Cindy giggled again. "Nope." Melinda sighed. "Damn, well get my white dress out of the closet." Cindy shook her head as she headed over to the closet "Sorry grumpy, it's at the cleaner's." Melinda smiled a little, she knew her sister was trying to cheer her up. "Well, what about my black evening gown, would it be too fancy for this little excursion of yours?" Cindy looked back at her sister and a new smile crept across her face as she saw she was starting to brighten Melinda's mood. "Nope it'll be just great, why don't you wear the low heeled black pumps, and some black hose, too?" Melinda smirked her turn to be funny. "Nah I though I'd go barefoot. Jeez sis ya could give someone cavities with all that niceness," she laughed despite herself. Cindy laughed and headed out of the after handing her sister the dress. "Be nice, grumpy." Cindy was a pretty young girl, she stood about an inch taller than Melinda, though it had never stopped the two from stealing each other's clothes, she swiped one of Melinda's minidresses, and as she ran out. "Oh yeah I stole your blue minidress." Melinda shook her head. "Damn you Cindy don't let me catch you!" Cindy laughed as her long blond hair bounced off her shoulder and back, as she ran off with Melinda's dress. "Fat Chance, sis!" Her green eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief. But despite the difference in hair and eye color, and the slight height difference the two girls had identical looks. Cindy giggled as she fooled with the last little details on Melinda's dress. Melinda wore an almost ankle length, black satin dress. It had a slit in the side where her black pantyhose covered legs could peek out, and allow her ease of movement. On her feet were a pair of black low heeled pumps. She almost looked like a Hollywood actress, with her black sunglasses and her cane. Cindy in contrast wore a midnight blue minidress with black pantyhose, and black velvet ankle boots. As they got into the car Cindy joked, "Sis I'm telling ya, ya look hot. Guys should fall all over you, well at least if you trip them with your cane." Melinda stuck out her tongue at Cindy, she had long since become comfortable with her blindness, and didn't mind her sisters wisecracks about it. "Yeah well you better behave yourself or I'll beat you with that cane. And you better not mess up my dress this time." Cindy giggled. "Hey is it /my/ fault that the guy bumped into me and split wine on your dress?" Melinda shook her head. "Now I know why you always wear my dresses, you're a klutz." This light hearted fun poking went on as they drove down the small two lane street that led to the highway. The girls had inherited their parents home, and they jokingly called this street the twenty mile driveway, which in essence was what it was. Usually the only cars on it besides them were lost tourists or the occasional visitor. It completely surprised Cindy when she saw a semi barreling down the road at her, as she wasn't expecting anyone else on the road, she swerved just missing the large truck. She wondered why a Semi-Cab was on the little road though she didn't have much time to consider it as the thing turned around and began to seemingly run her down. She slammed on the gas in the vain hope she could outrun the much larger cab, but much to her dismay it pulled up alongside her and began trying to force her off the road. She screamed as the first bump of the Semi nearly pushed her off the shoulder. She swerved back hard and hit the Semi back only to bounce off it's massive tires. Melinda began to panic, she could hear a second, larger engine beside them and could hear the squeal of tires, and it sounded like the grating of metal on metal as the two vehicles collided again. "Cindy! What's going on?" She screamed. Cindy however didn't answer she was too busy trying to control the car in this completely unbalanced game of Road Hog. The semi rammed her little passenger car again, sending her careening off the shoulder and into the forest beyond. She managed to dodge a few trees, despite Melinda's distracting screaming but she finally missed a turn and smacked into a tree. Between seat belts, airbags, and miracle of God, neither of them were hurt, though they were both knocked unconscious. Cindy awoke first to find herself face down on the ground, with something on her back. She tried to get up only to discover she was bound tight to whatever that something was. A little squirming and twisting told her she was tied at her waist and wrists directly to someone. Her feet had a little movement, though she would have to walk with whoever was attached to her, and strangely the ropes around her ankles felt a little looser than the ones on her waist and wrists. After more experimentation with her ankles she realized that hers were tied together, with about a foot of rope in between them, and that each foot was tied to the one that was on top of it by a similar length of rope. Melinda awoke to find herself laying flat on her back. She tried to move only to discover that she was tied down, and whatever she was tied to was moving. Her wrists were tied to someone else's and her ankles the same as well as tied to each other. She slipped her fingers around the other person's and squeezed them, immediately recognizing the feel of her sister's hands. "Cindy?" she whispered. "That's you under me, right? I just squeezed your hand?" A muffled "Yeah!" came from behind her. "Well good morning ladies, glad you could join us." Though neither girl could see him they both knew the voice. "It's been a while Cindy, you never called, so I thought I might come visit." Cindy squirmed as she felt a hand caress her stocking leg. "Stop it you creep," she growled. "Aww Cindy, you used to love it when I did that, maybe your sister will be more receptive." He slipped his hand onto Melinda's leg and delighted in her disgusted look, as he ran his hand along her thigh. "As much as I'd love to play with you sexy ladies a while, you two have another dinner companion this evening. And well ladies, as pretty as your shoes are, I'm afraid that your date would prefer that you didn't enter his home with them on." Thomas took this as a further opportunity to disgust the two as he rubbed his hands on their legs, before finally standing them up. He took a piece of rope and tied it Cindy's side of the bonds, then he began to lead them through the swamp. The girls swore that he intentionally chose this path, as it sucked at their stocking feet, making what was already difficult next to impossible. Thomas smiled to himself as the girls begged to stop. He had been leading them through quicksand for some time, they just hadn't stopped long enough to really begin to sink. He kept them moving forward as he asked them, "You sure you want to stop?" The girls nodded in unison as they exhaustedly lifted their muddy feet out of the sticky mud to take another step forward, and followed up with the other. Thomas smiled. "Alright then girls, you can stop." Thomas moved off quickly and headed up a nearby hill where he would watch the pair struggle and beg him for mercy, just like his brother had done to them. The blind bitch had killed his brother, even if it was his fault for being stupid. If he'd left Cindy alone then everything would have been okay. He could have killed off that stupid whining liability of a sister of hers, and then start having a real life with Cindy. But no! The damn fool had to screw things up. 'He had made me bring her out there. She had to see her sister die, then he got all crazy and wanted to kill 'em both. I knew I should have just killed her myself. It would have been much easier.' He stopped worrying about everything and smiled as he could see Cindy struggling desperately for her life, dragging them both down. He regretting having to kill her, but now that she knew, she had to die. He'd really liked her, too. Oh well he'd find another girl, pretty girls were a dime a dozen after all. Cindy seemed to be the first to notice something was wrong as they took their rest break. She noticed her ankles were gone. Just a moment ago they had been above the surface of the mud, then it slowly began to dawn on her what was going on, Thomas'd led them into quicksand, he was going to watch them die. She mustered her strength and began to pump her tired legs, trying to pull them free of the sticky, gooey mud they were trapped in. She began to squeeze her sister's hands in pure terror as her efforts only seemed to make her sink that much faster. Her black stocking clad calves just seeming to melt into the black mud beneath her. She began to scream and struggle, twisting and pulling against her bonds. Melinda on the other hand was calm, she'd been in this situation before and remembered getting scared and panicky didn't help her at all last time. She began to feel an odd sensation, it was the mud, it somehow didn't seem as sticky, and viselike now, that she was calmer, it seemed soft, and warm. Of course the summer months had warmed up the mud, but it was like when Thomas has been caressing her legs only, more gentle, more loving. The mud was smooth and soft as she sank into it, it slowly rubbed her legs and feet that were buried beneath it's surface, almost massaging her. Remembering how slick the mud was, it had given her an idea. But she would have to keep Cindy panicked for a little while longer. Cindy didn't seem to need any help in the panic department, as her knees began to slide into the mud, she seemed to have more than enough panic for both of them. "We're gonna die out here sis, this nasty mud is gonna suck us both down. We're gonna drown in quicksand!" she cried. Thomas seemed to delight in watching Candy sink, though he hoped she didn't go down too fast. He wanted to enjoy the show as long as he could, watching her sexy body sink into the quicksand, it was even better than getting to watch her sister sink, and this version was even live. Melinda however seemed to delight in letting the mud slowly engulf her. Only the pain of Cindy squeezing her fingers kept her from loosing herself completely to the sensations she was feeling. If her sister hadn't already been frantically pumping her legs, making the quicksand softer, more creamy, she'd do it herself, just to see what it felt like. As it was she'd never felt anything like this. It was better than any sex she'd ever imagined, her breathing became heavier as it slurped at her thighs. It was like millions of tiny soft as silk hands were rubbing on her pantyhose clad legs all at once, and it was driving her wild. A soft moan escaped her lips as her thighs slipped a little bit deeper into the mud. Cindy screamed as the mire crawled up her thighs, sucking at her feet. Somehow in her struggles she'd got her toes pointed down and it just seemed to make things worse, as she seemed to sink in faster dragging her sister with her. The sticky black goo was crawling up her dress invading her private space, and her hands were trapped at her sides sinking in at the same time. She tightened her grip on her sister's hands, then heard her moan, a moan she'd made many times before, but... only during sex.. her sister was trying to have sex with mud, while they were /dying/ no less. Her mind went into a flurry of thoughts finally somehow croaking out, "What the hell are you doing Melinda?" Melinda moaned the answer as the quicksand caressed her inner thighs. "It's wonderful, don't be scared, it's better than ... /gasp/ I ever thought sex could be." Cindy blinked. She was almost waist deep in a deathtrap that was slowly sucking them in, the mud was just barely an inch from her most private territory, and from the sudden scream behind her she guessed it had just reached her sister's. She bit her lip. Maybe Melinda was right, yeah it was sticky and gross, but it was soft, and it didn't hurt any. She began to relax, and as she did, it quickly overtook her too. She understood what Melinda felt, wow. It was better than when any guy had ever caressed her, held her tight, it was so perfect, it caressed her all over with it's warm touch, and it did what she wanted, it didn't argue, or complain, it just wanted to satisfy her. she let her grip on Melinda's hands go as she began to squirm trying to get more of her into the quicksand, so she could feel it's touch all over. Melinda recovered from the extreme pleasure of the mud claiming her waist and she knew it was time, with Cindy's help by inflicting the pain, she could concentrate enough on squirming free of her bonds. The first foot was almost too easy, she squirmed, wow it felt so much better when she squished it around, she decided she would have to come back, and give herself to it, her womanhood, let it be the first to take her. She didn't even notice when Cindy let go of her hands, by that time she had already lost to the animal urges of her mind. She just began to squirm, thankful that her sense of touch was so enhanced, that she could feel this in such a magnitude. She would come back, in a silk body stocking, and just sink, let it take her, she didn't care anymore, her animal urges had taken over, fighting wasn't an option, she just wanted pleasure. The girls sank quicker and quicker, their rib cages disappearing in a matter of seconds, their moans of pleasure echoing through the swamp. Thomas blinked as he looked at them, they weren't supposed to do that. They were supposed to be screaming for mercy, begging to be saved, not moaning and trying to sink deeper. This was all wrong! He would have to get them out and kill them. They weren't going to enjoy their death! No! His brother hadn't enjoyed dying, and they couldn't either. He rushed down the hill towards the girls. The girls began to enjoy their sensuous struggle even more as their breasts began to disappear into the quicksand. Melinda was almost gone by the time Thomas reached them, Her neck and head were the only things still above the surface, and Cindy's shoulders were starting to disappear. He grabbed the rope that was still floating on the surface and pulled, pulling both girls towards the solid ground. The sudden pull acted as a wakeup call for Melinda, the logic part of her brain waking up suddenly and realizing what the animal had gotten her into. It began to work quickly, the quicksand she was in was as close to liquid as it would most likely get so it was the perfect time to get out of her bonds. Somehow during her crazed struggles she'd slipped her other foot out of the bonds that held it to Cindy so that only left the hands and waist. She reached back to her days as a child when she used to get out of all kinds of tight spots by temporarily dislocating joints, as well as the fact that her wrists were a bit bigger than her hands, and both were as slick as a greased pig. Thomas strained to pull the girls through the mud to the shore. It took him a while but slowly but surely he pulled the now back to reality and somewhat frightened looking Cindy, towards him, along with her blind sister who was squirming around like a loon still. Cindy found her hands free and at her sister's whisper began working on the knot that tied them together. Melinda knew she wouldn't have long before the mud reclaimed her, and she hoped that her sister would subdue Thomas quickly, or else it might be the end for them both. Thomas began to haul the two out of the quicksand, and he didn't even notice until it was far too late that the girls were loose and untying their bonds. Their thighs were just peeking out of the mud as the rope suddenly went slack. Thomas fell backwards, and Cindy and Melinda fell forwards, in their appropriate directions. Cindy went flying forward ending up half on top of Thomas and still knee deep in the mud. Melinda went forward burying her arms and the front of her body in the soft inviting mud. Cindy scrambled up quickly about the same time Thomas did, however her legs were still bound and in trying to get up she ended up tripping and falling on him again. Thomas fell backwards as the mud covered woman fell on him again, falling back, his head hitting a rock, knocking him unconscious. Cindy didn't waste much time in freeing herself from the rope tying her feet together and she rushed over to the quicksand, to see the back and head of Melinda, who was squirming madly in an drunken attempt to submerge herself in the quicksand. Cindy rushed out into the quicksand to grab her sister, sinking to her knees, ignoring the stroking of the soft mud against her legs, while trying to pull her struggling sister from the quicksand. Melinda screamed in protest, squirming, trying so desperately to bury herself, her survival instinct somehow oddly overridden by her sex drive. "Melinda stop it, you're going to kill us both. Please! I'm not leaving without you. It's your sister, Cindy, I'm not going to let you die out here." Melinda stopped as it slowly began to register with her. Her logic side grasped hold again reminding her that quicksand could mean death. Though the mud sucked and stroked her body as she was slowly pulled from the mud, she knew she couldn't give in. Finally after it sucked at her the whole way out, a huge kiss, maybe even like being licked, she finally came free of the quicksand with a soft pop. The sisters lay there for some time before finally finding the strength to move. Cindy crawled wearily over to Thomas's body, and rolled it over. He was dead, the impact from the rock crushing part of his head. She managed to find a cell phone on his body and call the police. Immediately after she passed out again. The girls awoke clean, and in hospital beds. They happened to be sharing a room. Melinda looked over at Cindy, still that old habit. "Wanna go back sometime, better prepared of course." Cindy shook her head, almost laughing. "You are a nutcase girl," she paused, and a huge smirk appeared on her face "Sure." Melinda smiled at her sister. She knew that they had many evenings of some of the best /sex/ they would ever have ahead of them.