The Island, the Future, and the Women (F, M, Grim, Willing(?))

[MisterrMG]

Hey all. Hope you all are doing well. This is another story in the little series I've been developing. A follow up to viewtopic.php?f=14&t=29104 and viewtopic.php?f=14&t=27173 but just as before, you do not have to read these previous stories to read this one. It will serve just as fine on its own. I wrote this one in a few unexpected bursts of inspiration and I'm actually decently proud of it. Hope you all enjoy!

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The sun slowly receded behind the horizon in a brilliant display of colors. My husband and I watched it in silent awe standing on the beach together, hand in hand. The water gently splashed our feet as small waves reached the shore. God, it was so warm. I had never felt a natural body of water this warm before. This place… this beautiful place… it was perfect. The vacation destination of my dreams. And I had the wonderful man standing next to me to thank for getting to see it.
“Simon,” I whispered, leaning up to kiss him on the cheek, “that was beautiful. This has all been so beautiful–”
“Not as beautiful as you.” He cut me off with a small smirk on his face. I chuckled but then continued speaking,
“Heh– it’s just… this is so great. I don't want it to end, you know?” We’d been on the island of Yama – a place I had never heard of before (but would never forget about now!) – for about a week, and tomorrow we would be departing home. Everything about our experience was golden. Like the place had come into existence right out of an advertisement. Before I stepped foot on the sandy shores of this place, I never knew I could be so relaxed. So I couldn't help but feel a little sad to be leaving.

As I said that, my husband just looked at me. There was a glint of something in his eyes. Some kind of amusement I couldn't place. But before I could ponder on what he might be thinking, he spoke up.
“I know what you mean,” he said, before drawing me into a gentle embrace. He leaned his head over my shoulder and kissed my neck before continuing. “But it's okay. Because we love each other, we can make every day feel like this, can't we?”
I felt my heart melt. This sweet man of mine… I loved him so much. Our marriage was still quite young. We’d only been wed for a few months. And our relationship itself wasn't entirely perfect. Like all couples, we experienced some low points. But during those points, it was remembering moments like these that let me keep my head up. More than anything else, I loved him, and he loved me. That fact was stronger than any word that was shouted in a moment of weakness. It was stronger than any momentary lapse of judgment, or petty argument. When I showed him my positive pregnancy test, I felt those blips of uncertainty and fear. But now… now I felt at ease. The two of us had a bright future ahead. I could feel it.
“Yeah,” I smiled. “You're right. I love you, baby.”
“I love you too,” he replied. A beat went by before he spoke again. “Why don't we head back to the bungalow now? We should probably turn in early so we’re well rested for tomorrow.” I nodded and pulled away, and the two of us began our slow, happy walk away from the beach.

We kept mostly quiet as we went along, but that was alright with me. I had never been a person who needed constant conversation. And this was a comfortable silence anyways. It let me take in more of our surroundings on the walk.
As we exited the beach, we had to cross by the pool deck to get to our destination. I took note of the fact that there were people there. Three men were sitting in the jacuzzi, chatting loudly and sipping drinks. It took a moment, but I realized that I did recognize them. Simon and I had met them at the start of our trip when we introduced ourselves to some of the other couples vacationing here. I could remember each of these guys standing side by side with their associated wives. The blonde man there… I recall his wife was named Heather? At least I thought that was the case. They all seemed very nice. It just stuck out to see these men, who had previously appeared to be strangers, hanging out after sundown together without their partners.
Oh well. I shrugged. Men could be pretty strange sometimes. They liked to have their guy time. And maybe they'd become good friends at some point in the past few days. Who knows. I considered bringing it up to Simon, but when I noticed him glancing their way briefly, I thought better of it.

Within a few minutes, we had reached our assigned bungalow. I walked in and my husband shut the door behind me after a short moment. I sighed. This was a nice space. It only had a main living area, a bathroom, and one bedroom– so it wasn't especially large, but it was comfortable. And the multiple windows ensured it didn't feel stifling or muggy. Sleeping in this place came so easy. I'd miss that, for sure.
“I'm gonna go get changed for bed,” I said, gesturing to the bathroom. Simon wasn't looking at me, instead distracting himself with the windows. Rolling down all of the blinds. He didn't reply.
“...Did you hear me, sweetie?” I asked. He immediately cleared his throat and finished what he was doing before speaking.
“Oh yeah, sorry Lisa. Go ahead. I'll change after you.” He said, waving me off.

When I was in the bathroom, I took time to wash my face and brush my hair. Swimming with Simon earlier had gunked it all up and I would definitely have to shower tomorrow morning, but for now I'd just put it into a loose ponytail.
Then I removed my pink cover up and the matching bikini and slipped into a sheer white nightgown. I liked this little number because it was comfortable and functional. It was by no means flashy, and it wasn't particularly tight either– but I knew for a fact that my husband enjoyed the sight of me in it. Especially without any underwear. And there was very little else that mattered in my mind.
After that, I quickly brushed my teeth and made my way into the bedroom, sitting down on the bed with little delay. As relaxing as today was, I had been standing and walking without any breaks for a while now. It was nice to get off my feet. Very nice…

I began to doze off little by little, only vaguely listening out for Simon to open the door and come in. He was taking a weirdly long time though. By all accounts of logic, he should have been done in the bathroom ages ago. I sighed, rolling over on my front. He must've gotten distracted by something. Oh well, at some point he'd be–
My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the bedroom door opening. Finally.
“Mm… you were taking so long. I thought maybe you had fallen asleep out there, or something.” I chuckled sleepily. I slowly leaned over, turning my head to glance towards the doorway– only to be roughly halted in my movement by a harsh pull on my ponytail.
“Aah–! What are you d–” I couldn't finish my exclamation before another shout of pain was ripped out of me.
“S-Simon, that hurts!” My hair was tugged again – so strongly that it sent my whole body arching back. As my neck was craned towards the door, I was able to see that the person there– the person whose fist had been clenched in my blonde hair – was not my husband. It was a tall, pale man with stringy brown hair and a full beard. A complete stranger. I gasped.
“N-no no no please– please don't hurt me!” I begged, not knowing what else to do. I had no idea who this man was or what he wanted with me, but it was clear that whatever it was, he had made up his mind about it, and there would be very little I could do to stop him.
He effortlessly flipped me onto my back before pinning me on the bed with his overwhelming weight. He'd pressed his knees on my legs. I tried to kick up at him, but they'd been practically completely immobilized. And before I could even think about trying to push him back with my other extremities, he had both my hands pinned above my head, held fast by the grip of only one of his. Fuck. Fuck! This was bad. This was so, so bad. In a moment, he was surely going to do something terrible to me. Assault me, rape me, or worse. I was defenseless! I began to hyperventilate.

“Help! Oh god, oh god… Simon! Simon, help me!” I screamed. The stranger started to laugh. It was a cruel laugh. A terrible, mocking laugh that had my blood run cold.
“You’re fuckin’ hot; but man, that voice… damn,” he said with a chuckle. His voice was like sandpaper…
He leaned in close, “If you were mine–” flecks of his spit hit my cheek as he spoke, “ –I’d have already fuckin’ broke you. Split you open on my cock. You wouldn't be speaking a word.”
Tears started to flow from my eyes. I needed to fight back. I needed to do something! But– but what could I do?!
His face moved even closer, surrounding my vision. He began to run his tongue all over my face like a dog. Grossly licking up my tears and scraping his teeth on my nose and cheeks.
“Aa…ah– aagh! Stop it! Please, stop! SIMON!” I yelled. I screamed again and again, so loudly that I couldn't hear the distinct sound of a ziplock bag opening up. Using his free arm, the man had pulled out a pair of zip ties and set out on the process of binding my hands together. I wailed louder, trying desperately to thrash my body out from under him. I used every bit of force I had in me to push against his hands with my arms, but his grip was unwavering. I bucked against him like a horse, but his body was unmoving. He was completely undeterred.

I felt the sturdy plastic of the zip tie bite into my skin as it locked in place behind my wrists. As he moved down to do the same to my ankles, I tested their strength– pulling and pressing as hard as I could… to no effect. My hands were effectively bound together, and now my feet were too.
“Shit, this is so hot. Mmmh…” To my disgust (and horror) I could feel his growing hardness as he ground it against my thigh. This horrible situation he'd put me – and my husband… oh god, where was my husband?! – in, was turning him on.
“Just gotta add the final touch,” he said, reaching back to grab something else. I shrieked.
“NO! G-get away! Please! I can't–” I begged. He'd taken out what looked like some kind of mouth guard, but upon further inspection, was clearly a gag. Ripping my head upwards again, he fastened the black leather tight behind my ears and forcefully stuffed the metal ring into my mouth, not caring as I choked and spluttered. In just a few quick moments, I had gone from defenseless to completely defenseless. And I could do nothing but squirm uselessly when he picked me up off the bed.
“Okay, let's get you out of here.” He said cheerfully. Like he'd just finished a long day of work and was relieved to go home to a nice dinner. He hummed a little tune as he hauled me over his shoulder in a fireman style. I tried to get away as best I could, but all it amounted to doing was shimmying back and forth in his grasp– my arms trapped at my back and my bound legs dangling in the air next to him.

He carried me out of the bedroom and through the living area – Simon was nowhere to be seen – before the front doors were opened for him and he stepped out. I was blinded momentarily by a bright light as we crossed the threshold into the outside world. A camera… a camera had just gone off. When my vision came back, I could see a man walking right next to us, pointing a camera at me. He was fairly short, with cropped black hair and glasses.
“Aaannhh– hk..aaah-!” I tried to yell for his attention, hoping– of course – that he would help me. That hope was dashed in an instant when he made a gesture to my kidnapper, pointing him to a large white van parked ahead. No no no no no–
I groaned, and screamed, and made every manner of animalistic sound I could through the ring of the gag as I was brought into that van. Twisting and thrashing in his arms as the other man climbed in and shut the big doors behind us.
“Aw man, specs… she's really goin’ at it. Been giving me a real earful!” the man said, setting me down standing on the floor in front of him. Despite being on my feet now, he still had a firm grip on my waist, stopping me from going anywhere.

The other man – specs, as he called him – said nothing. He just hit the back door twice, signaling for the driver to start moving. The van peeled out, and my body lurched forward. If it weren't for the large man holding onto me, I would have surely fallen over. He laughed at that before resuming his earlier activities. Leaning over my shoulder and planting rough kisses on my face. He groped at my clothed breasts as he slowly dragged his tongue across my face until he reached my ear. Swirling it around my lobe before dipping… and digging it into my ear canal.
“Aeegh…” I whined uncomfortably– then squeaked as the brute ripped my nightgown clean in two. There was still no discernible reaction from the other man standing nearby. He was just staring. Wearing an expression similar to that of a teacher watching their students take a test. I glanced forward, trying to get a look at the driver. Maybe… maybe I could get them to stop the van. Maybe they had some sympathy for me. One drop of pity, at least–
They were too far up for me to get a good look at, but I could see their face in the mirror. They were staring back at me with a lustful, hungry gaze.

It felt like the longest couple of minutes of my life before the van finally stopped. I hardly had a moment to agonize over the many questions in my head – where were they taking me? What are they going to do to me? Where is my husband – before I was being dragged out and back outside. It looked like we were now on the outskirts of a forest. Possibly near a river, if the faint sound of running water was anything to go by. Ah… so they were dragging me out here then. Away from the world and any prying eyes. At that moment, I was sure of it. They had taken me to be raped… and then they'd kill me and leave me out here where I wouldn't be found. This was their goal, and I would just have to resign myself to that.
I was being pulled forward by the big man, having to pathetically hop along to avoid being dragged like a rag doll. Specs was walking next to me at an even pace, occasionally holding his phone up to his ear and muttering. He didn't even glance my way, staring dead ahead in the direction we were walking. It was a long, winding path surrounded on both sides by trees and vines.
We kept walking… walking and walking… my legs were growing tired. Drool was running down my chin. Bugs were fluttering around me. Mosquitoes – happy to have been presented with a fresh drink, completely naked and exposed – were biting into me with abandon, and I could no nothing to sway them away.
“Aaaugh… uhhgh…” I groaned in pain, just wanting this all to be over already. Just like always, my kidnapper merely laughed at my suffering.

We pressed on for a little while longer, and I was finding it difficult to keep moving at all. That is… until I heard it. It was faint, muffled, and hard to make out, but it sounded like… a woman’s voice? I immediately began my struggles anew, trying desperately to rip away from my captor. Screaming as much and as loud as I could through the gag. This was just hysterical to the man, as his laughter only grew. As he dragged me forward, he said something–
“I wouldn't get too excited, sweetie. Try listening a little closer, why don't you?” he asked with a smirk. And when I did as he said, my heart truly sank. This woman, whoever she was, was crying out for help. I knew in that moment that she was in the same boat as me.
I went back to my silent compliance.

We finally stopped ten feet in front of what looked like a sizable mud bog. The surface was dark, creamy looking, and spongy. And bobbing there in the center of it all was a naked dark-skinned woman with thick, curly hair. I recognized her as one of the wives I met earlier, Heather. She had sunk into the mud quite a ways down. Everything below her collarbone was underneath the surface already, and the mud was rising up her shoulders at a steady rate.
There were tripods set up all around with cameras pointed down at her from various angles. Several men were standing near, working with the cameras and operating the surrounding lights. If it weren't for the situation I was in, I would have assumed I had stumbled upon the set of a movie. God, if only this could be just a movie.
Heather was panting and moaning in a mix of fear and arousal. She kept yelling for the men to do something, but most either didn't react at all or reacted in a more… concerning way – their faces growing more lustful, their hands pressing against the crotch of their pants. When she noticed I was there, she didn't even acknowledge me. Or the men at my sides. She just kept pleading for someone to save her. Calling out to her husband, to god, to save her.
The mud wobbled and rippled in response to her movements, bubbling loudly as it slurped her shoulders down.
I wished so badly that I could do something. That I could break free from this bastard and save the poor woman – but I couldn't. There was nothing at all I could do. I began to sob again.
“Don't worry…” my kidnapper whispered into my ear. I tried to twist my head away from him, but he easily pulled my head back. “You'll have your turn next.” He said. I whimpered pathetically. I was afraid he'd say that.

“Oh god… oh sweet Jesus, I don't wanna die. I don't wanna die…!” the sinking woman pleaded. The mud did not heed her cries as it pulled her lower. More and more of her neck sunk into the depths until she was forced to tilt her head back to avoid her face sinking under. The bubbling slop hugged her head, covering up her ears and rising up in a crater around her face. It seemed like in a few seconds, she would be gone. I shut my eyes tight. I just couldn't watch.
“Aah… oh… Todd– please… please… I don’t wanna– mph… don’t– mmphblck-phhp-” and she was pulled under, muffled by the smothering bog.
Slowly, I peeked my eyes open, and with a sense of utter hopelessness, I watched as the surface gently shifted and jiggled in time with Heather’s movements down below. It had been bubbling a ton before she went under, but now those bubbles had gotten stronger. Droplets of mud were hitting the solid surrounding ground in front of me.

So, this was what they had in mind. This was what they were going to do to me. I can't say I ever expected this. Not in a million years. But just as before, there was nothing I could do about it. It would take some kind of miracle to save me from this. And if Heather there hadn't gotten a miracle, why should I expect one? I stared down at the wide morass before me, unblinking. In a matter of minutes, I'd be down there too. This disgusting place would surely be my grave. I couldn't help but feel a gut punch of irony. That I should find myself in this position on this island, after everything I had said…
Not wasting any more time, the big man hoisted me up into the air, holding me around the middle like how a child would carry their toy doll. He walked forward, right up to the edge of the mud pit before stopping to glance at the other man from earlier. At some point, the black haired man has crossed around to the other side over by the cameras.
I wasn't listening to their brief exchange. All I could focus on was the bubbling pit. My immobile feet were hovering in the air above the surface. I could feel flecks of mud hit them. It was like the quicksand – because that was surely what this was, wasn't it? – had already claimed me before I even stepped foot inside. And I would be stepping foot inside soon… any moment now. Heather probably hadn't even– hadn't even– and yet…
“Aaagh–!” I gasped as I was unceremoniously dropped straight down. Right into the center of the bog next to where poor Heather had gone. My feet and legs easily broke through the surface in one smooth motion, sinking me down to my thighs immediately. I tried to feel for some solid ground down there with my forcibly pointed toes, but there was nothing at all. For all I knew, the damn thing was bottomless.

“Oh man, oh man–” the big man standing on the ground behind me said, sounding like a kid on Christmas. “I didn't know what the boss was saying before, but now… this shit is so good, man!” He bent over and grabbed a handful of the mud before dropping it onto my head.
“Kh.. nn–” I groaned, feeling clumps of the stuff ooze down the back of my neck and spine. I had to close one of my eyes as droplets of mud passed down over it. I shook my neck around to get the big pile of mud off, unintentionally sending wads of it all over my front. And seemingly in response to all this, I was immediately pelted by mud from all over as air continually bubbled up to the surface around me. Mud was splattering all over my skin, hitting me in the back, my chest, my face– especially my face. Splashing right into my open mouth and clinging in wads to my tongue.
“Aak-!! Hhk-” I choked and spluttered, but I couldn't close my mouth or even spit any of the gunk out because of the ring gag. In just a quick moment, there was already so much of the stuff in my mouth. It was overwhelming me. Drool mixed with mud ran down my chin and to my chest.

I squirmed, trying awkwardly to extract my trapped legs. Even if the mud wasn't holding them in a vice grip, it would be hard because of the zip tie. But seeing as it was keeping them held fast, I was struggling to move an inch. But the mud did not share in that struggle. It was eagerly taking me further down, making obscene slurping and squelching noises at it did. I whined and sobbed. There was no way to get out of here, was there? Just like when I was being taken by that kidnapper, I was completely helpless. But now the strength of my assaulter was even more powerful. And I fully knew what its intentions for me were.
My crotch slapped against the muck and was quickly sucked under, and shamefully I moaned long and hard. The mud was soft and silky, but it clamped around me with such delicious pressure that I couldn't help it. The underground bubbles popped and sploshed against my clit and my pussy as I was squeezed and pulled lower and lower. I tried to imagine it was Simon I was feeling– but I couldn't. This was thick, bubbling mud encasing my legs. And Simon was nowhere in sight.
“Aa..I–Iooon… Ioooonnn…!” I tried to call out for him, chunks of mud shooting out from my mouth as I did, but the gag distorted my voice and rendered it impossible to say his name properly. I shimmied and twisted my body, desperate to try and loosen up the muck’s grip, all the while driving my hips down underneath. I could feel my bound hands dipping into the surface behind me and in a panic, I began throwing my whole body weight upwards repeatedly.
“Hahk– aaegh– eegh–” I panted in exertion, throwing myself upwards again and again. My body would rise upwards marginally, and then sink back down. Up… down… up… down. The mud was wobbling and swirling all around me. Bubbles were going off even faster.

I squeaked as my hands went under, and I leaned forward to try and pull them out, but I realized that that was making me sink even faster and I yelped, quickly righting myself. I shifted my weight all around, trying to find some position that would stop my sinking. But I just kept going down. No matter what I did I was going down! The mud had climbed up my navel and pulled my belly down into its shuddering, oozing mass.
“Look at her go! Look at her fuckin’ go!” I could hear the man behind me yell. “It's like she wants to go under!”
Another voice rose up. One of the lights operators. “She's sinking even faster than the last one.” He said with a laugh.
“Look at those big knockers! Quicksand’s about to gobble ‘em right up! Watch! Watch!” Another one said.
I whined– the sound seeming extra pathetic through the gag. My face had been heating up from the shame of it all. The situation was horrible enough already, but to have these men watching and commentating on it made things even worse. I would have preferred to die alone, at least with the false hope of someone actually wanting to rescue me. This was just too much…

The suctioning mire pulled my ribs down one by one as I shifted left and right. God, no matter what I did I just couldn't break the mud’s tight seal. It was like I was its prey. Its meal. And it didn't want me to escape. I wiggled my toes around and found that there was still nothing for me to stand on. And they were still going lower– sliding through and against the thick goo as it cocooned each inch of my skin… down, down, down, and down…
It was so unnaturally warm. Like I was relaxing in a heated swimming pool. And I hated how good it felt against my bare skin as I sank inch by inch. It was caressing and massaging me even as it constricted my body tightly. A big bubble splashed against my back and painted the skin yet untouched by the bog, branding it with its thick, sticky ooze. I shuddered and let out a low, hoarse groan. The mud was further assaulting my nether regions, slowly seeping into my vagina and my asshole, all the while bubbles splashed and pelted them into hypersensitivity.
The mud finally kissed the underside of my breasts as they rested upon the warm, rippling surface. It bubbled and gurgled into my cleavage and sent the bubbles bursting up between them– splattering my chest and face with the substance repeatedly.
“Aeeeegghh–!” I keened, unable to stifle my sounds of unwitting pleasure because of the gag. More sounds were ripped from me as my breasts began to sink under. Raspy, inhuman sounding noises from deep in the back of my throat. I was so very afraid, and yet I knew I was on the verge of orgasm. Unable to stop even that indignity.

“Listen to her! She loves it! She's a whore for the quicksand! She likes that it's rapin’ her! She wants it to stuff her up and choke her out!” The big man shouted. I didn't. I didn't. I didn't. I didn't want this at all! And yet I couldn't deny my body’s own lust. Even as I thought I was floating still, I couldn't stop my mired hips from thrusting and grinding against the mud, taking me deeper and deeper by the second.
I screamed as the quicksand tore my orgasm from me, practically pumping my pussy full of thick clumps of goo. All the way past my cervix to my womb. It really was stuffing me up, just like the man said. And though I had tears streaming down my face, my body couldn't get enough of it.
My breasts were submerged. Every inch of them was kneaded and pressed by the mud under the surface as it joined the rest of my body. Disappeared under the ground, never to be seen again. I could hardly move my upper body now, but I sure tried. Craning and stretching my upper back as far as I could, only to drive myself even deeper into the muck.
I felt myself slide lower into the sticky warmth below as the mud settled over my shoulders. Oh god– it was almost over now. Minutes ago, I had just watched another woman in the exact same spot I was in now. She was dead down there now. Still sinking. And I couldn't even feel a trace of her. I sobbed louder thinking about that. I was going to die, just like the woman before me. I was going where she had just gone. The beautiful future with my husband I had been anticipating would never be.
“I…Ioooon!” I called out again, hoping by some miracle that my beloved husband would hear me. That he would sense I was in trouble and come running. I didn't know where he was. Maybe he'd been taken and offed by these same monsters. But I could no nothing but pray that he wasn't. “IOON!” I screamed, feeling ropes of sticky liquid hit the back of my neck and head from behind as one of the men shot their load on me. The bubbling mud quickly splattered against my skin, overtaking the man’s spray and firmly marking me as its own, or at least– that's what it felt like.
My neck quickly descended into the muck, and at that, I began to dissociate mentally. I felt like I was out of my body, watching alongside these vulgar men as I slipped closer to my demise. Now I felt strangely calm. Tranquil, in a twisted sense. Before, Heather sunk in front of my own eyes. And I had to imagine there were other women that experienced this same fate. Probably even right before Heather, too. Maybe before she was thrown under, she watched another person go down. And just as I sank further, forced to tilt my head backwards, I could see another pair of figures approaching from nearby. A tall red haired man carrying a little twig of a young woman over his back. It confirmed my thoughts. At least I wasn't really going to be alone down there. Other women would be encased under the mud with me too. Other women already were down there, waiting for the rest of us to join them. Maybe even tens of them. It brought my poor mind into a sense of peace knowing that even if I would die, even if I would never be found, even if Simon would never know what happened to me– I would be surrounded by others in the end.

My hearing was cut off as the mud flowed into my ears, sucking them down into its maw. My heart, which was racing before, had now audibly slowed to a calm, steady pace. In this moment, right on the cusp of being sucked under, I could feel everything but the eyes of the rest of the world. I no longer felt their leering gaze and I couldn't hear their vulgar taunts. I couldn't even sense the flickering of camera lenses anymore. I could feel the quicksand’s surface swirling and rippling around me as if impatient that I was taking so long to submit myself fully into its body. I could feel the splatters of air bubbles raining down on my head and face. Slipping into my open mouth, plastering itself on my forehead and cheeks, and crusting into my eyelids. I could feel it pushing deeper into my ears, fully clogging them up as far as it could go. I could feel the mud caking between my toes and fingers. I could feel its warm, pulling embrace sucking harder. Tighter. Massaging nearly every inch of my body down below. Nearly. It wanted that last part of me so badly, and it was so close to finally having it.
“Annggh–mmph..pphplehhghk–” I let out one last groan as the mud streamed into my mouth, generously held open by the gag so not a single drop of it could escape. I could feel the thick, clumpy goo lazily run down my throat, staking its claim on me inside and out. I spluttered and gagged, trying to spit it all out, but it was so thick. And because I couldn't close my mouth, it never stopped flooding in. There was so much and so fast that I couldn't even vomit it out if my body tried. It tasted like dirt, but at least it was warm and incredibly soft.

I could feel my hopelessly smothered feet inching lower still. This was it. It wouldn't be long now. I had been so terrified– deep in the back of my mind, I still was. But I couldn't register the fear now. I was calm. I was okay with this. In the end, this wasn't so bad. This wasn't so bad at all.
Just as unceremoniously as I was plopped in, my nose sunk down under the surface. I unconsciously went to breathe, and the mud began stopping up by nose immediately. As my brain instinctually turned on the alarm bells, I shook my head to try and pull my nose out, but that movement finally sealed the deal. My eyes were sucked below, followed quickly by my forehead.

It was pure darkness all around me, and I unconsciously shook and writhed, churning the mud that had sealed around and now over my body and pulling me down further. It was so warm. Hot, even. My lungs ached and burned. Spots flooded my vision. The mud was bubbling intensely. Wobbling and jiggling with my body’s spasms.
I was under. Under! And yet still going down. As my eyes rolled back into my head and my consciousness began to wane, I wondered how long it would be until my body would sink to the bottom with the other women. I wondered if there even was a bottom. And I hoped from the bottom of my heart that Simon would be okay. Maybe… if I was lucky… he would miss me.
The mud flooded down my nostrils and my vision whited out. The last thing I felt was the slow pull of the mud… my body slipping down deeper, and deeper yet.

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It was 6:30 am the next morning when I was finally finishing up my duties. Visiting the last of the clients for payment. I knocked twice on the thin wood door. Hopefully the man would have everything in order and there would be no trouble. I was getting tired, and was eagerly awaiting my mandated report to the doctor. I knew for a fact he was satisfied with the day’s events, but I was excited to hear it myself from his own lips. I idly wiped my glasses clean while waiting for the client to reach the door.
In a couple seconds, there he was. Pushing open the door with one hand while holding a black bag in the other.
“Is it done?” he asked and as if incapable of keeping quiet, added, “the, uh– the thing. You know what I mean.”
I struggled to keep my eyes from rolling. It was always the people like this I had to deal with, wasn't it?
“Yes,” I replied simply. “Do you have the payment in order?” as I said that, he nodded frantically and pulled out a thick wad of bills, handing them over to me. I quickly counted them up. I had grown used to doing this fast; developed a keen eye for this kind of thing. Everything was all there. He hadn't shortchanged me.
“Seems like it's all there. Good. You remember the agreement you made during the onboarding process, right?” I asked. The man nodded again, looking like a bobble-head standing there.
“Good. Now stay here until someone comes to meet with you regarding your departure,” I turned and started walking away, not before adding, “pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Hargrove.”
Before I left, I heard him call after me. “Call me Simon! A-and please give your boss my regards! I'm very grateful for his services–!!”

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My kind of story! Excellent job; keep 'em coming!