Dark Magic 1 by Longshot (f, qs) Kristen found herself in a dark swamp. It was night, and there was a full moon above. She wondered to herself, 'How did I get here...?' Then she heard it ... a chanting, soft and monotonous. Kristen wandered towards the noise curiously, she noticed the mud below her sucking at the heels she was wearing so she slipped them off and walked silently towards the sounds. As she made her way to the bush she noticed her feet were sinking a little into the muddy ground. She frowned to herself, as she looked at what she was wearing which seemed totally inappropriate for her surroundings. A black dress make of silk which came down to her knees, black pantyhose and until now black heels. 'When ... did ... I?' she thought to herself but her thoughts were interrupted as the strange chanting got louder. She crept to a bush and kneeled down, not taking notice as the mud accepted her stocking feet. Kristen stood still watching the men. They were dressed in brownish robes, and all of them had horrid masks on their faces. One stood above the rest on a small pedestal. He spoke in a strange tongue she had never heard before, she sat and listened for several minutes until he fell silent. 'Time to leave before they see me,' she thought to herself. But as she turned she noticed her feet were stuck in mud up to her ankles. 'Damn!' she thought to herself, she looked at the bush... 'Hmm it should be tall enough to hide me if I stood ...' Kristen stood and tugged at her feet. She heard the man start chanting in his weird tongue again, but this time the chant sounded darker, more sinister. Kristen began to get nervous as the adrenaline began to pump in her veins. She suddenly pulled free of the mud with a loud "SPLOCH!" The chanting stopped suddenly. 'Oh shit!' Kristen thought to herself and took off running. She heard squelching footsteps as the men chased after chanting loudly, evilly in their strange language. Kristen ran for several minutes, not even noticing the ground getting softer beneath her feet until suddenly she couldn't pull her foot up out of the mud. Kristen looked down with panic in her eyes to see that both of her stocking feet were firmly planted in some soft black mud. "No!" she cried softly and began pulling at her legs and trying to free them. Her struggles only seemed to make the mud softer as it claimed more of her legs and soon she was up to her knees in the black mud. Kristen's mind raced. 'Oh God ... I'm sinking ... and I can't get out! Those men, if they catch me they'll kill me! I have to get out!' She continued to pull at her legs which only pulled her further into the direction she didn't wish to go ... down! Kristen was up to her thighs now and she could feel the cold clammy mud sucking at her stocking feet slowly pulling her deeper into it's clutching embrace. She tried to calm down, she hadn't heard the men's chanting for a while now. 'I lost them,' she thought to herself. 'Now all I have to go is get out of this mud puddle, and I'll be okay. I mean there has to be a bottom ... Right?' She looked down desperately as the mud claimed her thighs slowly. She noticed that since she had stopped her struggle she wasn't sinking as quickly, but the feeling of being trapped still wasn't a pleasant one and the sooner she could rid herself of it the better. Kristen looked around her desperately searching for a tree branch overhead ... anything. She barely managed to stifle a scream as her waist settled into the mire. She could see the skirt of her dress floating beside her and her eyes filled with fear again as it too settled into the mire. She began twisting her waist in some sort of strange dance and trying desperately to move her legs under the surface of the mud. As the mud crept quickly up her stomach and started on her breasts she stopped her struggles. "No..." she said, "I can't struggle. I'm in quicksand! Oh God! I'm sinking in quicksand!" She hadn't been able to find anything to help pull herself out and the waves of panic overtook her. She whispers to herself, "I don't want to die this way ... Please God don't let me die this way!" as her breasts sink slowly into the mire. Kristen closed her eyes. "I'm going to die ... aren't I, God? What am I even doing here?" She feels the mud slowly beginning to claim her shoulders and she lets her arms float on the surface. "Please God ... send help, send anyone! Don't let me die here!" Suddenly as if her soft prayers had been answered some bushes a few feet away from her begin to rustle and a figure can be seen in the moonlight. "Please, help me! I'm sinking in quicksand! Please ..." Her plea is answered by deep, evil laughter. "No little one, I will not be saving you! I am here to make sure that our God is appeased." Kristen blinks. "What? No! You can't let me die! Please ... you can't!" The man laughs and steps fully into the moonlight and Kristen gasps, perhaps from the man before her, perhaps from the mud squeezing her tightly and her need for air. The man before her wears brown robes and smiles down at her with an evil grin. "You see, young woman, you have wandered into our sacrificial pit. Where we sacrifice young women like you to our God Quagmos, The God of the Earth. If he is satisfied with our sacrifice he will give us his blessing and provide us with food." Kristen's eyes began to fill with tears as the mud began to slide up her neck. She tilts her head back as if the last few precious moments of strained breathing will somehow help her... "Please ..." she gasps, "It's not funny anymore! Please help me out!" The man laughs, "Not funny? I think perhaps that's the best plea I've heard yet. Too bad it won't save you." Kristen closes her eyes and let the tears roll down her cheeks and into the mud. 'I'm crying ... for the last time,' she thinks to herself as she mud claims her face ever so slowly. Then her face disappears beneath the surface of the mud. * Kristen suddenly sits up gasping. She looks at herself. "My nightgown ... but ... I was covered in mud ... and ..." She stops as she slowly realizes, "A dream, that's all, just a dream." Kristen closes her eyes and lays back. "Thank God. It just felt so real ..." She rolls over to go to sleep, and as her eyes begin to close on her floor she sees a pair of black pantyhose ... coated in mud.