***************************************************************************** * 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 * ***************************************************************************** That's what Friends are for - Part II A dangerous Day by Black Squirrel (January 26th, 1998) (f/f, mud, qs, mast, oil, bd) The summer sun warmed the lands below with its powerful rays. The sky was clear, a soft breeze was playing with the branches of the trees. The forest was silent and deserted. There were no signs of human beings except for the heads of two girls that seemed to stick out of the sandy soil on a small clearing. A reddish-brown squirrel swiftly scurried up the trunk of a big oak and watched them for a short while before turning its attention back to the acorn it had just found. "Wendy, please!" Janet said with fear. "I don't wanna drown in here! I-" "Janet, stop fighting against it! If you struggle, you will sink faster. Just calm down and relax. Nothing will happen to you." She tightened her embrace of her friend's body to make her feel better. "Do you really think I'd risk it to lose you? Everything will be fine." "But how? I can't even move my arms." Wendy smiled and kissed her briefly. "Just let an old pro show you how this works." She let go of Janet's body and with slow movements raised her arms until they broke through the surface. This caused her to sink up to her nose but only a second later she bobbed up to her chin again. "You see? Just don't make fast movements. Take your time and you will work it out." Slowly she made swimming motions that indeed took great efforts but finally got her to the edge of the pit where she touched firm ground. "Got it?" Wendy said. "Just try it. I'll help you." About ten minutes later they lay panting side by side. It took Janet a few minutes to recover but then she started to scold. "What did you think you were doing? You really frightened me to death! You ... you ..." She looked into her friend's face and started to laugh. "Ah ... shit! Forget it! It was wonderful!" "You really thought we were stuck for good, didn't you?" Wendy grinned. "Yeah, you creep! But it was kinda exciting, too." Wendy nodded. "I'm sorry if I went too far. But I just couldn't resist the opportunity." Softly she stroke a strand of hair out of Janet's face. "You looked so damn cute in that mire!" Tenderly she slid her hand over the muddy skin of her friend's body. They enjoyed the feeling of their slick bodies touching each other a short while before Janet finally sat up. "We really should set off now," she said. "Otherwise I'll probably catch a cold, sunny weather or not." "Then let me show you a place where we can wash this stuff off." She rose and took Janet by the hand. A few hundred feet farther into the woods they came to a small pond where they cleaned themselves up. Janet enjoyed the sight of Wendy's naked and wet body while they returned to the clearing. "I just go and get my clothes," Wendy said. "Would you come with me? I want to show something to you." Together they stepped between the trees and soon came to the spot where Wendy had undressed. She put on her shorts and tee-shirt while Janet wrapped a blanket around her bare breasts. Then she saw that a small tripod was standing here too, surrounded by some kind of wire cage and covered with a sturdy foil of plastic. Janet held her breath when she saw the camera that was mounted onto it. She lifted the coverage to look into the view-finder and saw the word "record" flashing. "Wendy? Did you-" "Oh, yes. I nearly forgot! That's what I wanted to show you. Thank you for reminding me." She walked up to the camera and switched it off. Then she took out the tape and put it into her small bag. "There are two more cameras around here, as you know." She smiled and winked at Janet. "Don't tell me that you recorded everything we-" Janet's face blushed. The other girl laughed softly. "Of course I did. Three copies of it! I don't want to miss a single thing about it. Do you want to come with me and check the other two?" When Janet didn't move she looked into her eyes. "Listen, honey. If you don't want to be filmed, I'll erase the tapes immediately. Just tell me." Janet hesitated a few seconds before she finally said, "Maybe we should have a look at them first. Then I'll decide what to do with them, okay?" "Yes, agreed." Wendy smiled and took her friend by the hand again. "Come on then. I can't wait to see, if the shots are good. Just remind me the next time we got here to bring three new tapes with me." "You want to leave the cameras here?" Janet asked. "Don't you fear they might be stolen?" "Oh, I don't think so. It's pretty deserted here and most of the people in the town know about quicksand pits in this area. No one with a reasonable mind would go into a quicksand area deliberately, would they?" She winked at Janet. Together they collected the tapes and left this part of the forest. The squirrel on its branch briefly looked up from its acorn and watched them disappearing. When they reached the car Janet put on her clothes and then they drove off. About half an hour later they reached Wendy's place. Janet inserted the first tape into the recorder and rewound it while Wendy fixed some coffee. Then they sat on the comfortable couch and watched the tape. Janet felt a bit embarrassed when she saw herself step out into the clearing, slowly sinking and then putting off her bikini top to touch herself. But then she remembered the sensation and felt the arousal rising again inside her. She watched herself sinking to her shoulders when Wendy appeared on the clearing. She said some words and stepped into the quicksand too. From the heavy breathing next to her Janet could tell that the video tape didn't leave her friend unaffected. The following struggle to escape ended the scene and Wendy quickly changed the tapes. When the three tapes were through Wendy took out some covers and labelled them "Wendy and Janet" with the numbers "View 1" to "View 3". Janet's thoughts of erasing them were completely gone by now. "I think this will do great," Wendy said. "If we cut them together we could make a fine sinking scene out of it for the next WAM-Tape." Janet looked up in surprise. "You want to publish them?" "Only with your permission, of course. And only to the people on the list. Some of the tapes I showed you earlier are from my WAM-Tape series. The group loves them and I think they would appreciate it to see more than just me alone. By the way: Would you like to join the group?" "But I don't know how to do that. And I don't even have a computer." Wendy smiled. "But I do. My home is your home." She put her arms around her friend. "I hope the things you said were not just because you were aroused." "Of course not," Janet whispered. "Stay with me tonight," Wendy said. "I was waiting for this to happen so long." And they once again got lost into each other for quite a time. * It finally ended up in Janet's moving into Wendy's place. She kept her small apartment to do some of the college work there when she needed isolation but most of the time she stayed with her long time friend and new lover. She knew that she was neglecting her study - yet this time was just too good to miss it. She spent all her spare time with Wendy, trying to learn as much as she could about her new discovered interest. Her friend introduced her into the magic of electronic conversation and soon she was a new member of the ever growing community of WAM- and Quicksand lovers. According to her studies she tried to find out the psychological background of this fetish but only got herself into thoughts about sinking - quite contraproductive to her work. All she could read out was the similarity to bondage lovers; both like to be trapped or captured by something, unable to free themselves. It was probably the thrill of danger in the situation that turned them on. Janet finally put down her pen and shut her books. Wendy approached her from behind and wrapped her arms around her chest. "It's late, dear. Why don't you take a rest?" "I was just up to," Janet replied. "Uh ... my neck's all stiff from sitting at this table." Wendy's hands tenderly stroke the skin of Janet's neck. "How about a massage? Just lay down on the bed and let me do the rest." "That's a great idea. Talking about this I now feel my whole body aching for relaxation." She smiled roguish and went to the bedroom. There she undressed and lay herself flat on her belly onto the bed. Wendy joined her a few minutes later, holding a small brown bottle in her hand. She let a few drops of the liquid fall onto the palm of her hand and briefly rubbed her hands together to warm it up. Then she started to move her hands over Janet's neck, quickly finding the cramped knots and loosening them with her fingers. Janet moaned with pleasure when the pain ceased. Wendy took another load of massage oil and spread it over her friends back. The skin started to shine in the dim light. "Oh, this is great," Janet purred. "Your hands are so smooth." Janet closed her eyes while her friend continued to stroke her. "I'm glad you like it," Wendy said. Then she silently removed her tee shirt and poured some of the oil onto her firm breasts. Slowly she bent over, rubbing her cushions over Janet's back. "Mmmh," she hummed. "This really feels good." Janet opened her eyes and saw Wendy's oily hands beside her while something was moving on her back. "What are you doing?" she asked. "Turn around and you'll see." Wendy watched while Janet's slick body moved. Then she poured even more of the fragrant liquid onto her breasts and lay her full weight onto her friend. "Oh my god! You're driving me crazy." Janet squirmed under the oily pressure of Wendy's body. She cupped her breasts with her hands and squeezed them gently. Silently she enjoyed the ginger kisses and strokes. When they were done with this she would truly be relaxed, for sure. The warm breeze of the moonlit summer night gently caressed her naked body. She stood at the edge of the forest where it met a vast grassy land. Some hundred feet away she saw the dark water of the lake shimmering in the pale light. She smiled when she approached the bank - longing for the feeling of the wet coolness on her skin. It was always a favourite of hers to do a midnight swim and this time she wanted to try it without wearing anything. It took her some time to get used to the feeling of the air touching her bare skin everywhere but it was truly exciting. Nearer and nearer she came to the lake until she could smell the scent of the water. The bank was surrounded by high growing plants. She pushed them aside and went on. Her feet touched the moist soil of the area surrounding the water. Still there were about twenty feet to go. But suddenly her right wrist got entangled in the branches of a sturdy plant. She stopped and freed herself before she turned to the lake again. Then she felt something looping around her waist and looked down. One of the branches had stretched out and was now wound about her body. Startled she tried to step back but her legs were stuck in some kind of gooey black mud. She worked her fingers between the branch and her skin and tried to loosen it but it just drew tighter and she was forced to pull away. A moment later another vine touched her and tied her arms to her body just below her breasts. The plant started to rustle and threw more and more of its strong bonds around her. All the while she was steadily sinking into the muddy ground beneath her. The branches had wrapped her up tightly - she could hardly move any limb. This situation and the feeling of being sucked into some unknown muddy depths drove her crazy. She moaned silently and wriggled against her bonds to rise her arousal. But then she felt something pressing against her lips, muting her cries. The vines that tied her up grew stronger and seemed to crush her ... Janet woke and still seemed to be caught in her dream. She was unable to move and her mouth was gagged. At first she thought she might have read too much about bondage but then she realized that it wasn't a dream after all now. She was lying in bed on her belly and someone was tying up her ankles. Her arms were put behind her back and handcuffs held them in place. She tried to scream for help but she only managed to let out a little moan. The room was too dark to make out what was really happening. Finally someone lifted her up and carried her away. There was another person near - but she couldn't tell who they were. Soon they left the house and she was put into the back of a small van. The doors slammed shut and they drove off. What was going to happen? Why were they doing this? And what had happened to Wendy? The young blonde girl lay on the floor aside of her bed and breathed low. Then suddenly her eyes opened a bit and she moaned. Her head ached badly when she tried to sit up. She was feeling dizzy. When she realized where she was she tried to recall what had happened. She had heard a strange sound, the shape of a man appeared before her and then ... blackness. She pulled herself together and finally rose. Reeling she leaned against the wall and searched for the light switch. The sudden gleam of the lamps blinded her for a moment but then she got used to it. Her bed was empty. "Janet?" Wendy asked with coarse voice. She cleaned her throat and tried again. "Janet? Where are you?" Still no answer. Slowly she staggered to the bathroom and knocked at the door. "Janet? Are you in there?" When nothing happened, she opened the door and peered inside. It was dark and when she lit the room it was empty. "Jan? Damn it! Answer me!" The first time since she woke up she was afraid that the shape she had seen hadn't been a dream, and if this was true, Janet surely was in trouble. She turned around, wide awake now, and stepped down the stairs into the living room. She just stretched out her arm to the phone on the table when it suddenly rang. Startled she drew back her hand and stared at it in fear. Slowly she picked it up and said, "Hello?" "Shut up and listen," a male whispering voice commanded. "We've got your cute friend here. If you do as we tell you she'll be alright. We know about your inheritance, so don't try too fool us. If you care about the life of your friend pay us 250.000 dollars for her release. No police, no tricks!" Wendy's stomach cramped together when she comprehended the real danger of this situation. "I'll do what you demand," she finally replied. But in her head the thoughts were racing. "That's a good girl," the man said. "Put the money into a sports bag and bring it to the river junction in the Stevenson's Marsh, tomorrow at five p.m. sharp." Before Wendy could reply the man hung up. Wendy stared at the phone in her hand and slowly put it down onto the table. Of course she couldn't get this amount of money during a day. Most of it was invested in stocks and shares that couldn't be made liquid easily. But then another thought came into her mind. A resolute expression showed up on her face as she set up her plan. * Janet woke from her slight slumber she exhaustedly had fallen into after her abductors had vanished. She had been brought into a small log-cabin that was located in some kind of swampy area. There they had put her on the ground, locked the door and left. It was completely dark around her. Her mouth tasted bad and she felt weak. The handcuffs still locked her wrists together behind her back and some kind of rope was looped around her ankles. She wriggled a bit to test the strength of them and found out, that it was futile. Whoever had tied this knot, he knew what he was doing. Slowly she sat up and tried to get her thoughts clear. She didn't know why she had been abducted but she surely didn't want to wait in silence if she was to be released or not. As quiet as she could she moved her body to reach the cabin wall. There she bumped into something sharp and screamed in pain but only a muffled sound came through the gag she still was wearing. Quickly she turned around, ignoring the pain in her back, and rubbed her ankle bonds against the object. Drops of sweat showed up on her forehead while she worked. From time to time she stopped to listen but there was nothing to hear. After a long while the rope tore apart and her ankles were free. At once she rose to her knees and moved over to the metal thing. She groped at it with her hands to see if it was able to cut the chain of her handcuffs but she quickly found out that it was just the blade of a shovel that was fastened at the wall. With a good amount of cautious wriggling she made it to untie the gag and spat it onto the floor. Then she stood up and leaned against the door. When she heard nothing she tried to open it but it still was locked. "Damn it!" she thought and groped her way along the wall. She quickly found a small window whose shutters were closed. With her shoulders she punched softly against the wood and felt only low resistance. Every time she pushed she saw a faint line of light pouring into the darkness around her and this gave her the courage to increase her efforts. With a hard slam of her shoulder she finally cracked the small iron hook that had locked the shutters and they broke loose. The cool and fresh air filled the room and she took a deep breath. With rising spirits she sat onto the window sill and swung her legs out. Just a few seconds later she ran away from the log-cabin into the misty swamp. She pushed her way through the resisting plants to put as much distance as she could between her and the cabin. The area around her was completely unknown to her but she preferred the risk of getting lost to the uncertainty of waiting. It was hard going nevertheless, the handcuffs made it even worse. But suddenly the shrubbery opened and she stepped onto a muddy clearing. There was no time for her to react. Her legs instantly sunk to mid-calf and the mud clutched at them tightly. At first she was struggling to get them out but then she felt herself sinking. Immediately she stopped moving and tried to calm down. "If you struggle you will sink faster," Wendy had told her. But this was no real quicksand, this was sticky thick mud, just like the stuff in her dream last night. She recalled how she had escaped the quicksand pit - as she knew this wouldn't work this time with her wrists still firmly cuffed behind her back. She inhaled deeply to scream for help but then let the air out again. Maybe her abductors were near and she certainly didn't want to give them a second chance to get hold of her. Instead she tried to move her legs slowly as she did in the quicksand, but this stuff was thicker and offered way more resistance. She could do nothing to stop her descending. Even if she did not submerge completely she won't be able to free herself ever. "Oh, Wendy!" she thought. "I hope that at least you are safe." Tears began to roll over her cheeks to fall down and quickly dissolve in the mud below. * Wendy stopped her convertible about five hundred feet away from the meeting place. She picked up the sports bag from the back seat and stepped out. Her lungs took a deep breath and then she set off into the marsh. The scarce trees loomed in the mist like wooden giants with hundreds of arms risen up into the air. Wendy went on to reach the river junction - her thoughts spun about the plan she had made up. If all went good Janet and herself would be out of this in less than half an hour. If all went good ... Finally she reached the place where the river became audible. She quickly orientated and choose her way around the open area to get to the place she wanted. Then she stepped into the open and looked around. Two shapes emerged from the mist on the opposite side of the clearing. They were dressed in black clothes and wore ski visors to conceal their faces. As far as she could see they didn't carry guns. "Stop there, lady," one of the men commanded. "Drop that bag where you are and step back." Wendy shivered with fear. Her plan was good - at least she thought it was - but now, in the face of the two abductors she wasn't so confident anymore. But considering the contents of her bag there was no way back now. "How do I know that you don't just take the money and-" "Shut up and do as I said!" the man replied. "You will have to trust us. If you want to see your friend ever again you'd better do what we want." "I don't think I will," she said as calmly as she could. She lifted the bag to her chest and wrapped her arms around it as if it was her most valuable treasure. "You won't set Janet free anyway!" With this she turned around and ran away towards the trees. The two men shouted at one another and took up the pursuit. But the attempt ceased as fast as it had started. They had just run a few steps when they suddenly seemed to fall into the ground beneath them. Their legs sank to their knees into a pit of semi-liquid stuff and trapped them there. Wendy stopped and turned around with a contented smile on her face. Slowly she stepped to the edge of the quicksand pit and put down her bag. "Oh, what a pity," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Now you probably never will get me." "Once I got out of here, I-" the first man started to scold. Wendy laughed. "Uh ... I don't think you will. This stuff is quicksand, buddy. You are to drown in quicksand." Of course she knew that this was not true. This pit actually had caught her once and she'd had a hard time to get out of it but it was surely not a death trap. Yet she won't tell the men who had sunk to their chests by now. She slowly bent over and opened her bag. "Maybe you would be glad to have something like this," she said teasingly and held up a length of rope. "You bitch!" the man cursed. "You won't let us die in here would you? It's just us who know where your friend is!" "Sure. But I'm confident the police will spot her in time when they start looking. Unfortunately it will be too late for the two of you. Unless you tell me where too look for her. In exchange you will get the rope from me." "Never!" the first man shouted. "She's in the small log-cabin about half a mile from here," the other man said at the same time. His companion looked angry at him but the man continued to speak. "Just go this way and you'll find it." Wendy smiled. "Thank you. It was wise to tell me this. So long, you bastards. I wish you a nice sink. And before I forget it: Don't struggle, it won't help you." With an evil laugh she picked up the bag, put in the rope and ran off into the wood, followed by the loud curses of the two trapped men. She was sure that they would free themselves sooner or later - she had to hurry. Her plan had worked so far. Now she hoped that the man had been scared enough to tell her the truth. She quickly made her way through the swamp, avoiding the treacherous mud flats because there was no time to waste. It took her nearly thirty minutes to reach the cabin. She ran up to the door and tried to open it. When she realized that it was locked she started to pound against the wood. "Janet! Are you in there?" Silence. Wendy went around the corner of the small building and found the open window. She quickly approached it and peered inside. The small room was empty except of some gardening tools mounted at the opposite wall. Then she saw the broken hook at the window shutters and knew what had happened. "Janet!" she called out. "Janet! Where are you?" * She felt the strong embrace of the sticky mud rising up to her breasts. It all seemed so ironic. She had been abducted, tied up and cuffed, locked up into a small room and yet escaped - but only to drown in a silly mud pit just because she could not use her arms. Even now in the sight of death she could feel the excitement rise in her about the whole situation. If it hadn't been so dangerous she might have enjoyed it. She actually liked it to feel her wrists cuffed, it made her more helpless than she already was in this stuff. If only Wendy were here to promise safety. Yet it seemed as if this was the end of it all. The hungry mire crept up over her shoulders and began to encase her slim neck. "Help!" she cried for the first time, no matter of whom to hear. It was no more than a soft call for the mud pressed against her chest. "Anybody, help me!" Then she heard a voice calling her name somewhere in the distance. It was Wendy! "Janet! Where are you?" "I'm here," Janet tried to shout but only a faint whisper came out. "Wendy!" she eventually managed to cry, just when the mire reached her chin. She tilted her head back and filled her lungs with air again. "Wendy! Help!" "I hear you," Wendy replied from somewhere. "Don't shout anymore!" A few seconds later she saw her friend stepping in sight. "Janet! Oh my god! Hold on, I'll help you," she whispered. "Wendy! Please-" Janet cried. Wendy put one finger across her lips and shook her head. "They might hear us," she said softly. "I'll throw you a rope. Just move your arms up slowly." "I can't. They're cuffed." "Those dirty little bastards," Wendy cursed and took out her rope. Then she fastened it to a small tree that grew nearby and looped the other end around her waist. Then she lay herself flat on her belly and crawled out to her friend, whose face was just disappearing into the mire. She plunged her arms into the mud and grabbed under Janet's armpits. She pulled hard and the head of her friend appeared over the surface. This caused herself to sink a little but she didn't mind. Finally she had one arm around the exhausted Janet's chest and the other was pulling the rope to prevent them from sinking. The mud made loud slurping noises while she fought against the suction. She only hoped the men wouldn't hear it. She could make out their voices somewhere far away. Probably they were looking for them. It took her nearly twenty minutes to get herself and Janet out of this sticky stuff. Panting with exhaustion she lay on the bank, hugging her friend tight. Then they finally got up and sneaked away through the trees and shrubs until they reached Wendy's car. "They'll be here in about ten minutes," Wendy said when she hung up the car phone. "I told them to bring some device to cut those cuffs of yours." Janet smiled weakly. "We got ten minutes, then," she said and started to pull a bit at her bonds. The chains rustled softly. "You know that I'm helpless as long as I wear them? You might do with me what you wish and I couldn't do anything against it." "Oh, you're such a naughty girl," Wendy grinned and bent over to kiss her. "Maybe I'll pick up the idea somewhen." She smiled and kissed her friend again until they heard the sirens of the police cars approaching. The End