***************************************************************************** * This story - like the rest of mine - may be used freely without the need * * to ask for permission as long as the text is left unchanged and my eMail * * stays in. Post it wherever you want, just drop me a note. * * 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 Truth about Quicksand by Black Squirrel (April, 8th, 1998) (f, qs, mast, grim) Who, me? Who I am, you're asking? I don't think it's time for you to know right now. There are more important things to discuss by this time. I know, a lot of you are frequently thinking, talking and writing about something, you think you understand completely. Jeez! I've heard a lot of this; be it a nice sunny forest, crossed by a river, be it a damp swamp, the air filled with mist. One thing always is present in your tales: a quicksand or deep mud pit. Okay, some of the more original tales switch over to clay, tar or even a jelly substance left behind by aliens or mixed together by some mad scientist - to put it short, one of those treacherous mires you can get stuck in and sink to either your shoulders or - if the story is more dramatic - all the way under. But I can tell you, you really don't know the truth! This is my attempt to get some things right. The place I chose is just like one of your favourite surroundings. A dense, rain forest like jungle, huge and deserted. A perfect place to wait and see, what will happen. Now it's time for patience. I'm good at this - I have to be. Just imagine yourself hidden next to your favourite quicksand mire, holding your camera and waiting for the next poor victim to step into. Sometimes it takes very long, before it's going to happen again. But listen! Shut up and look! There's someone coming. I freeze, keeping myself perfectly still, not to show up my presence. A few ten feet away the slow steps of a human are approaching. My excitement rises, but I must stay calm. The shape of a young woman emerges from the thick undergrowth and moves nearer. She obviously is looking for the right way to go, probably lost in the deep forest and far away from her camp. Her clothes don't seem to be suitable for the surroundings, another sign for me that she isn't supposed to be here. Anyway, this fact won't save her from her destiny. She wears a pair of white tennis shoes, short pants and a tight fitting top. With a desperate look on her face she turns her head in every direction to make out, which way she should go. As for me, she was already walking the right way. I only hope she won't spot me, or all my waiting had been for nothing. Fortunately I hid myself very well, she doesn't suspect any danger. Nearer she comes and nearer, glancing at the thick growing plants around her. 'That's a good girl,' I think with anticipation. 'Just keep your eyes off the ground. Step by step, yes, come on, dear.' And she does. Every single step takes her nearer to me but she doesn't realize my presence. Then she stops, puzzled. She looks down at her legs and her eyes grow wide. Her shoes have sunk into the soft earth of the small clearing she attempted to cross. With a tug at her right leg she tries to pull her foot out, but to her visible terror the other foot sinks down to the ankle instead. "Oh, shit!" she cries. "What's this?" 'What a stupid question,' I think to myself. Oddly enough, every person I saw in this situation seemed to react this way - as if to try to displace the obvious. Just keep watching, what she'll do next - even if I suppose you already know it. "Oh, no!" she cries again, when her struggles cause her to sink faster. "It's quicksand! Oh, God, no!" Despite to the fact that her movements stir up the sand she continues to fight against the suction that holds her legs in place. It takes her a few moments to see, that her actions work against her and she grows still. 'Now she realized it eventually. Let's see, what she feels like.' And I tighten my grip around her calves, that slowly sink into me. They are smooth, well shaped and warm, their taste is that of salt and sweat. Gently I pull at them to feel more of her legs inside of me. Slowly to prevent her from noticing it too soon I apply a slight pressure onto her toes. In a few minutes they will be pointing straight downwards, thus helping her sinking more easily. At this moment I got hold of her knees. It seems that she knows, that escape would be impossible, once her knees were sunk. But I am not intent on letting her go. Her head turns from side to side, searching her near surroundings for a vine or branch to grab. Of course there is nothing within her reach. "Help!" she cries for the first time. "Help me! I'm sinking in quicksand!" I really hope there are none of her friends around to hear her. The worst thing that could happen now was that my lovely victim would be rescued to leave a cold hole behind. Her knee caps have just gone under and I decide to keep her from crying out more. I tighten my grip around her now sinking thighs and begin to apply gentle pressure at certain spots of her skin. The more I pull her down the more skin I have got to touch. My sandy form circles around her legs, massaging the wonderful muscles that slowly descend. These actions take effect immediately. Her cries cease and her facial expression changes from terror to astonishment. I concentrate my wet sandy touch to the inner parts of her half-mired thighs. "Ahhhmm," she moans. "What's this? It feels like... Oh, no! Come on, girl! Don't lose your mind! You have to get outta here at once, or you will drown for sure!" 'Don't talk, my love. Just relax and enjoy.' When she starts moving again, I pull a little bit faster. This time she doesn't stop struggling and I happily consume her thighs completely. "Help me!" she tries to scream but her voice is nothing but a soft whisper for no ears to hear. "Help meee... awwhhh..." Her crotch touches my skin and she starts to breathe heavier. My probing sands start to explore her most sensitive parts through the sheer fabric of her underwear. I can feel the warmth rising while I stroke her softly. A few moments later I feel a wetness different from mine. Her left hand splits my surface and slides inside her pants, down her submerged flesh, crossing the short curly hair and finding its way between her slightly parted legs. I follow the hand until one of her fingers open up the gate to her inner parts and I gratefully accept the invitation. Her moans get more intense while she keeps on struggling against my power. But the struggles seem to turn into a rhythmic movement, sending soft ripples all over my skin. Her legs are firmly encased deep inside of my body, so she moves her cute bottom to stir up the wet sand around her. I give in and suck her down even more, locking her left arm where she had put it. "Oh Lord! What am I doing?" she asks in a soft hissing voice. "This feels so good! But I'm gonna die if I can't..." I quickly swallow her belly button and she stops thinking. 'Let yourself go! Stop thinking and start feeling what I have to give! Come down into me, enter my realms, join the community.' I've got her down to her waist now. My sands wander over her spine and send comforting shivers through her body. Her movements get slower while the pressure on her submerged form increases. With her right hand she pulls her top over her head and carelessly tosses it away. Her firm, well-shaped breasts are the next to come. I eagerly pull her further down to reach the prices I am to receive. One last time she tries to escape from my grip. She starts tugging at her left arm but I hold on tight - she isn't able to move it away from it's current location. "Let me go," she whispers softly. "Oh, please... let me go!" But I'm sure she knows that this was not to be. When her breasts touch my skin she gives up her resistance for good. Her muscles lose their tension and her body grows softer in my grip. Now I concentrate my power on her warm breasts that are floating above the surface. With a little tug I pull them under and let my sands fill up the cleavage between the sweet cushions. Her right arm that is gently squeezing them goes under, too. Now I've got her all at my mercy. When I touch her again at the warm wet spot between her legs her body suddenly begins to shake and a sharp hiss comes out between her clenched teeth, followed by a long and deep moan. Two or three times she strains in her encasement, then I engulf her shoulders. I hear her breathing, fast and low. Her lungs fighting against the pressure of my sandy embrace. Her head tilts back to allow her to breathe a few more seconds. In a few moments she will be all mine. Her body will be surrounded by my sands, perfectly encased and conserved for thousands of years. I stroke her body all over again and she moans. "Oh, Lord! What a way to die!" One last time she tries to move but no part of her body is able to make a motion. Slowly I pull her deeper down inside me, her ears disappear and the noises from the world above get shut out. Softly I start to whisper: 'Welcome to my realms, love. I will hold you and take care of you. Don't try to resist any more. Just give in to me. Together we will live for times to come.' She closes her eyes when I take her face. For a certain time she tries to fight against me but then she allows me to part her lips to kiss her passionately. Once again her body shakes with the power of her own fires within while I press the air out of her lungs to fill them with more precious stuff. The muscles of her young, beautiful, slender body strain one last time before her body becomes perfectly still. I enjoy the feeling of holding her body tightly embraced, knowing that it would be a long time before I can experience this again. Now, my dear quicksand lovers: Did you ever think about this point of view? When you read or write stories or go for a little sink, did you ever think about, what your muddy playmate felt? Maybe once, when your rope isn't strong enough for me or your friend is not there to hear, maybe then I can tell this tale to you in person. Maybe. I just can't wait for it to happen. The End