***************************************************************************** * This is my first story exclusively written for the group. I hope you will * * like it. Comments are always welcome, positive or negative. * * * * English is not my native language so please report spelling errors, bad * * grammar and the like to me. Happy reading. * * * * Contact me at: blacksquirrel@wupperonline.de * ***************************************************************************** The Natives by Black Squirrel (01.12.1997) (f/f, mud) Patty led the way along the small path through the jungle-like woods. Her younger friend Diane followed her close - every now and then she looked around to search the greenery for any sign of danger. Therefore she didn't notice that Patty had recently slowed down and finally stopped. With a slight bump she came to a stop. "Oops," she said. "I'm sorry, Pat." "Never mind," Patty replied. "I was just checking up our direction. Suppose, we're still on track." "I hope so. I really don't want to get lost in here. Why do we have to go so far anyway? I'd really love to lie down at some sunny beach or the like now." Patty sighed. "When we set off this morning you seemed eagerly enough to find those ruins. I want to see them, too. For what Ted had told me they must be really impressive." Diane remembered this of course, but this had been before she had walked twelve miles into the forest, surrounded by strange looking plants, unfamiliar noises and insects. The march had exhausted her, sweat was glittering on her skin. She was quite small, only 5'4", Patty was 3 inches taller. All the time she'd had trouble following her long steps. "Yes, I want to see them," she finally replied. "But how about a rest? I'm worn out." "If I've got it right, there is only one more mile to go. I don't think, we should stop now, so close to our destination." Diane took a deep breath. "Lead on, then. I'll do my best to keep up." About half an hour later they reached a huge clearing that opened up so unexpectedly, that they nearly startled. Ahead they saw a vast field of thorny bushes and weeds. Through the vegetation they could recognize stone built walls, nearly choked by the wild plants around. Diane let out a little scream of joy when she discovered, that their trip had finally come to an end. Quickly she dropped her backpack and took out her canteen to have a short drink. "It's so exciting," she said after drying off her lips with her sleeve. "What will we find in there?" "I don't know. But before that we should at first set up the camp. Then we'll have a place to return to, when we're done with exploring." "But I'm so curious ..." Diane looked longingly over to the still concealed ruins, that seemed to wait for her. "Hold it back," Patty said while she emptied her backpack. "I thought you were exhausted." Diane started to work on her own load. "I am. But now that we are here at last I want to see, what I was doing this for." She smiled but was thankful for the rest she could take while they built up their tent. Finally their camp was ready and the girls prepared themselves for the exploration. They crossed the wild vegetation and reached the walls of an old building, overgrown with vines. For more than two hours they looked around in the ruins, making assumptions about the usage of the individual rooms and imagining the people who had lived here long ago. When finally they returned to their camp the sun just began to set. They went to the small brook that ran nearby to clean themselves from the dirt and sweat of the day. Patty looked at Diane who was just soaking her red hair. It was really a pity that this girl was so shy and scary. She often noticed the boys looking at Diane when they were out to town. Her body was small but well shaped, her face pretty, with blue expressive eyes. She was twenty-one, one year younger than Patty. It was about time to find a partner for her, but as long as she wouldn't open up herself a little, this would turn out to be very difficult. Even when Mark - a friend of Ted's - once invited her for a dinner, she refused; Patty didn't understand this reaction, for Diane once had told her that she considered him as a quite nice guy. She only wished the boys had come with them, but they had to visit a meeting of their soccer club tonight and wouldn't arrive at the airport before tomorrow. When the darkness came, the girls extinguished the campfire and went into their tent. There they undressed and put themselves to sleep - they didn't notice the slowly approaching shadows. Diane woke, when she heard a loud noise right beside her. Drowsily she opened her eyes and tried to find out what was happening, but it was still dark. Patty was moving frantically beside her and let out muffled screams. There were yet more people moving around. Diane drew back anxiously into the corner of the tent and groped for something to protect herself with. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness around she saw Patty fighting against the grip of a man, who tried to drag her out of the tent. The girl did her best but was eventually lifted up and then carried away. Just a moment later the man - or another - returned and closed up to her. Diane screamed in fear and started kicking about. Her searching hand had finally found a pocket knife and she unfolded the blade. At this moment the man grasped her left ankle. Diane screamed and tugged but he didn't let go. Partly blinded by her tears Diane tried to free her ankle but the man's grip was too strong. Then she bent over and struck the blade at his arm. The man screamed in pain and set her free. Instantly she turned around and poked the blade through the tent canvas. With a tearing sound she cut the material and escaped into the open. But the danger wasn't over. Looking around she saw a dozen or more of them. They seemed to be some kind of natives, that lived in the woods. Patty was nowhere to be seen and so she simply ran away from the tent into the sturdy bushes. Very soon she noticed the sound of pursuit. Her fear increased because she surely was not fast enough to get away. Additionally her muscles began to hurt from the straining trip the day before. With bare feet she stumbled through the weeds, felt the plants brushing her skin while she thrust them away. Diane ran for her life. Unaware of her direction she just hurried forward to tail off her pursuers. When she eventually stumbled to her knee - panting with exhaustion - she could hear no sounds behind her anymore. She was alone. Slowly she stood up and listened. Nothing but the usual night's sounds reached her ears. Carefully she took a few steps further. The ground was wet and a bit spongy here but she still walked on. She would hide herself here and try to get back to the town by tomorrow. Hopefully they could find a way rescuing Patty alive. While thinking over her situation she noticed that she only wore the light top and slip that she had put on for the night. Fortunately the weather was warm, thus she didn't feel too uncomfortable. She was so absorbed in thought that she hadn't realized the change of her surroundings. The weeds were gone and the ground was even softer than before. Every step she took was harder than the previous and her feet were clad with lumps of thick sticky mud. She stopped for a moment considering if she should return to the weeds but then went on to cover as much distance as possible between her and the natives. Suddenly her left foot refused to lift. She looked down and saw that it was stuck ankle-deep in the mud. She tugged at it but still it was mired. Again she tried to lift it up with all her strength and abruptly it came free. She stumbled a few steps to keep her balance and then noticed, that now both legs were sunk into the muck up to mid-calf. She tried to move them, but she was stuck. Every time she tugged at one leg the other settled a little bit deeper into the mire. When she eventually gave up desperately she was buried up to her thighs. Now she knew why her pursuers had vanished. She felt the gentle downward motion of her body as she stood there panting. Fear rose in her again, this time much more intense and yet - there was another feeling she couldn't determine at first. The mud had her in its firm grip and she felt, it wanted more of her. It squeezed her legs with its muddy hands and pulled her down inch by inch. Images of her life began to enter her mind. Desires and unfulfilled wishes flowed over her as the mire reached her crotch. Again she began to struggle against the power of the mud but her efforts only resulted in digging her deeper down. Her belly button disappeared and the mire started engulfing her waist. She felt her legs held unmoveable together deep down in the mud. More and more of her body sank out of sight. Diane felt like being caressed by an ultimate tongue that wrapped its moist flesh around her. Finally it dawned on her what she was feeling, and in the same moment she realized, that she now probably would never get to experience this sensation together with a man. This would be the first and last time that she felt the caress of a strong lover. She shivered when her well shaped breasts began to float on top of the mud. Her breathing had come short from exhaustion and pressure. Tears rolled over her cheeks - she cried for her wasted life, for Patty, for being such a shy coward ... Sobbing she felt how her breasts were sucked under the surface. The mire had risen now to her neck, her long red hair spread out around her. As the mud reached her chin she lay back her head and glanced through her tears into the starry sky. Shortly after her hearing was shut off, and then the muck took her face. Only her arms and hair were still visible but also quickly disappearing into the depths of the mud. * Patty struggled, but it was futile. The men held her firmly and drove her away from the tents into the forest. She couldn't see much of her surroundings but soon felt the fallen leaves under her feet. Less than five minutes later they reached a clearing where about twenty small huts were built closely together. In the middle of the place a campfire was burning. In front of one of the greater huts Patty was pushed to the ground. Two of the men tied her wrists behind her back and then her ankles together. After that she was lifted up and carried into the small building. She couldn't see much but soon felt soft fur beneath her body when she was put down. Now that she was alone she thought about what just had happened. Why did they carry her off? What about Diane? Cautiously she tested her bonds and found them pretty tight. She could only imagine what those natives had in mind for her - and none of the options were suitable to calm her. Outside the wooden hut the dark-skinned men started a strange singing. Perhaps they were preparing some kind of ritual. The deep beating of log-drums mixed with the voices of the natives while the light of the fire cast chaotic shadows onto the walls of the hut. All of a sudden a sharp bang cut the air, causing Patty to startle. The singing ceased immediately and was followed by quiet muttering. A few seconds later there was another bang. The voices died and then it was absolutely silent. She struggled to reach an upright position and noticed a silhouette standing in the entrance. The person lifted its arm and shone at her with a torch. "Ted! Come over here! I found her!" "Mark? Is that you?" Patty asked in relief. "Yes. The meeting was cancelled - Ted and I wanted to surprise you," Mark answered while he walked up to her. "But when we found your tents we saw those men messing up your camp." He quickly untied her bonds and helped her to stand up. Another person entered the room. "Pat! Are you alright?" Anxiously he crossed the room and caressed his girlfriend. "I'm fine," she said. "What about Diane? Did you find her?" "No. We thought she might be here with you." Ted stepped back and noticed that she was nearly naked. He picked up the fur from the floor and put it around her shoulders. Then he pointed towards the exit; Patty could see that he was carrying his gas pistol. "We should leave this place and look for her." They stepped out of the hut and crossed the place in the middle of the village. From the shadows they could see frightened faces watching their departure. As far as they could tell nobody tried to follow them. The ground beyond the small village was much softer. With each step water squirted out under their soles. Mark and Ted scanned the area around with the lights of their torches. "Diane!" Patty called. "Diane! Where are you?" "Look over there!" Mark suddenly said. In the cone of his light they saw two hands, which were slowly setting into the muddy ground ahead. He dropped his torch and ran towards them while Ted and Patty followed. About four feet from the disappearing hands Mark stood knee-deep in the mire and leaned forward. As he finally reached them with one of his own hands, they clutched at it with the power of desperation. "Help me!" Mark cried. "I can't get her out alone!" With all his might he pulled and slowly the arms emerged from the mud while he got buried up to his hips himself. Then Ted grabbed Marks other hand and began pulling himself while Patty held the torch. Only a few moments later Diane's head broke the obstinate surface of the mud. Mark felt the hold at his hand starting to loosen and tightened his grip in order to prevent her from sliding back into the mire. Finally they made it onto safe ground where they paused a minute to regain their strength. Diane seemed unconscious but her chest was weakly lifting up and down. * The first thing Diane noticed when she opened her eyes was movement. She shivered with cold although somebody had wrapped a blanket around her body. Fragmentally she remembered what had happened and wondered who had saved her life. She tried to speak but only a faint moan came over her lips. "Are you okay?" a male voice asked quietly and she nodded. "Don't worry. Everything's gonna be alright in no time." She recognized Mark's voice and tried to reply - again only a faint murmur. As her sight cleared she saw his face looking into hers; it was scattered with mud and seemed tired but his eyes were glittering. "Put me down, please," she finally managed to say. "I think I can walk by myself now." They stopped for a moment and she tried to keep her balance. Then she leaned against Mark's body and he put his right arm around her waist for support. They walked back through the forest to reach the car which the two boys had left a few hundred feet from their camp. She felt the warmth of his body and the firm grip that was holding her; never in her life she had felt so safe. Deep inside she knew that she wouldn't refuse again if he repeated his invitation some day ... The End