For Your Pleasure IX

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This is the 9th story in the For Your Pleasure series. This time I'm not including the first chapter, but instead, a portion of the second. Download the PDF and check out the whole story if you want this excerpt to make sense. And of course, the characters (Angie, Kathy, Monica, Eve, Pam, Andrea, etc.) and setting (this story takes place entirely in and outside the For Your Pleasure facility) will make much more sense if you read For Your Pleasure I through VIII as well.

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For Your Pleasure IX
Part Two: Urgent Fantasy, Urgent Request

The six nuns along with Andrea, Maggie, Angie, and Monica went to the gallery and found a place where they could all sit together. Off to one side of the clay quicksand pit, a petite blonde woman stood a few feet from the edge, wearing a grass hula skirt and a large flower lei. It was obvious that she was wearing nothing else underneath it. A cable was clipped to her blue bracelet that led to an overhead pulley, but the cable had a lot of slack in it and was laying partly on the surface of the quicksand and partly on the solid floor next to her. She wore no other harness or safety mechanism. Sister Marilyn noticed this.

“I take it she’s going to be sinking in quicksand. How is she going to be rescued?”

Monica, sitting next to her, answered, “she’s one of our most experienced sinkers. She’s got the rescue cable connected to her bracelet, which is the way we used to do it for everybody when we were in the old building. Some fantasies just work better without having the harness, especially with some of our costumes. Watch!”

Kathy typed something on her keyboard and pushed a button. Jungle sounds came from the loudspeakers. Softly but gradually getting louder came the sound of primitive drums. Kathy stepped over to the same side of the quicksand as the customer and grabbed the rope tool, holding it like a scepter. At the same time, two male staffers grabbed hold of the sinker by each arm and led her over to Kathy. She struggled and feigned escape from the two men but they were not letting go (and her struggles were pretty fake, anyway). Every few seconds during this, the sound of a rumbling volcano came from the loudspeakers and then died down. Each time it got just slightly louder than before.

The drums came to a stop at the same time that the still-struggling sinker stood a few feet in front of Kathy. Kathy began, “It is time to appease the gods with a sacrifice. The day of equal light and dark has come but the gods are not happy. We must offer the fairest virgin maiden to save our village!”

One of the nuns pointed to the video screen where she and then all the rest of the nuns saw that Kathy’s lines were displayed for the gallery audience and the actors. One of the male staffers had the next line. “We are here, oh queen, with the virgin, and we are prepared.”

“No!” yelled the sinker, trying again to pull away. She sounded more annoyed than frightened. “I don’t want to die in quicksand! Make someone else sacrifice herself!”

Kathy answered, “If thou art a true virgin, your life will be spared. The gods will be appeased, and thy will be pulled from the pit. But woe be to us all if thou art not a true virgin! If thou dost deceive us, thou shalt not be the only one to die.” Kathy timed her line perfectly, as a loud rumble came from the speakers just as she finished. Kathy smiled at the gallery audience after finishing the difficult line. The sinker stopped her struggles and stood up straight.

“If I go into the pit, when do I get pulled out to show that I am, indeed, a virgin?”

Kathy answered, “The gods will make you sink until your breasts are submerged. If thou art truly virgin, the rumbling will stop and that will be the signal for us to pull you out. But if the rumbling of the great volcano continues, you will sink to your death!” Another rumble came from the speaker, louder than before.

“We must hurry!” said the other man. “The gods will not wait much longer!”

The sinker looked at the man and then back at Kathy. “All right,” she said. “I am ready.”

Kathy said, more loudly than before, “Remove the lei!” The men pulled off the flower lei, leaving the sinker topless. Her perky, medium-sized breasts complimented the rest of her petite body perfectly. “Commence the sacrifice!” shouted Kathy. The two men led her to the edge and half pushed and half threw her into the quicksand. She landed mostly vertical and was able to right herself quickly. As she “stood” up, her knees slid underneath the clay. The bottom of the grass skirt touched the surface at the same time and began to billow out as the quicksand climbed her thighs.

The volcano rumbles continued. Every 10 seconds or so, the rumble would sound for 3 to 5 seconds, getting louder each time. The men stepped away from the quicksand but stayed to watch, while Kathy went to the control panel. Kathy pushed a button that caused some, but not all, of the slack in the cable to be pulled up. Gravity was still doing its thing, pulling the “virgin” sinker into the mire, slowly and steadily. After another minute, the quicksand reached the sinker’s womanhood. The grass skirt was splayed out on all sides of her; now, it started getting pulled under with her as her hips went under.

In between the rumbles of the volcano, the sinker’s moans of pleasure were likewise getting louder and louder. She wriggled around, letting the quicksand slide along her belly, covering her belly button. She reached down and scooped some clay and rubbed it on her breasts. In the gallery, all the nuns except for Marilyn watched in wide-eyed fascination at the spectacle. Marilyn sat stone-faced in the front row. Emily, in the back row of their group, was sitting next to Angie. As discreetly as she possibly could, Emily reached over to take Angie’s hand. Angie momentarily looked surprised at this, but did not withdraw her hand from Emily’s. Angie was still puzzled about this but smiled at Emily and then turned back to watch the climax of the fantasy.

The quicksand reached the bottom of the sinker’s breasts. The touch of the mud on them sent the sinker even further into ecstasy. In just a few seconds, her nipples were submerged. A few seconds more, and the quicksand filled the rest of her cleavage and began the slow climb towards her shoulders. The rumbling did not stop; in fact, it got louder and more frequent.

“HA HA HA! You fools!” yelled the sinker. “I’m no virgin at all! In fact, there aren’t any virgins in this village at all! You were all doomed to begin with! I may die first, but YOU’RE ALL GOING TO DIE, TOO! HA HA HA HA!!!” The sinker was supposed to continue her loud tirade in between the increasingly loud rumbles of the volcano, but the orgasm that had been building in her ever since her womanhood was submerged exploded in a shower of “ohmygod” and “AHH!” and heavy panting. She thrashed around within the limited amount of movement she had with almost 3/4ths of her body submerged. Half a minute later, she was still screaming in ecstasy as the quicksand reached her chin. She looked up, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. Slowly, steadily, her upturned face was consumed by the clay, her shoulder-length hair billowing out like her skirt did earlier. Once her face was under, her hair followed. One hand was still above the surface, but it too was sinking, and it went under after just a couple of seconds.

At that moment, the volcano rumbles got much softer. On the video screens, the dialog text was replaced by a closeup view of the point where the sinker had just submerged. One last very soft rumble was sounded after about 5 seconds. Then came the reason for the closeup on the video screen: bubbles began to appear on the surface, popping and splattering. All sound from the volcano ceased.

“The gods have been satisfied!” shouted one of the men. “Our sacrifice has been accepted!”

Immediately, Kathy pushed the control to pull up on the cable. The hand opposite the last one to sink appeared above the surface, with the blue bracelet and cable clipped together with a carabiner. Kathy wasted no time lifting the sacrifice out of the mire. Her face was above the surface after just a couple of seconds. She used her free hand to wipe her face off and take a deep breath. The gallery crowd outside of the nuns was cheering wildly. The nuns joined in out of courtesy, even standing with the others when it escalated to a standing ovation. Once she was on the solid surface on the gallery side, she took a topless bow before the crowd. She didn’t bother wiping herself off the rest of the way, deciding instead to head straight for the shower as is.

Andrea turned to face the group of nuns. “Well, what did you think? Pretty spectacular, right?”

Marilyn spoke up and said, “You know, of course, that this isn’t exactly our kind of entertainment. But yes, that was quite a show indeed!”

“Do you want to watch some more quicksand?” asked Andrea, “or do you want to do more tour with me?”

“I think we’ll look around for a little while more and then we’ll be going,” said Marilyn. She turned to her group. “Let’s meet over where we put our shoes in a half hour. Go ahead and look around. Yes, Emily?”

Emily was raising her hand like a schoolgirl. “Do we have time to use the restrooms?”

“Of course,” said Marilyn, “but you’ll have to ask one of these ladies where they are because I don’t even know.”

“They’re the first door to the left when you go into the locker room,” Angie started to say. Then, she noticed Emily looking rather intently at her. “Come,” Angie continued, “I’ll show you where.”

Everyone in the group got up and went in different directions. One of the nuns wearing a ponytail decided to stick around to watch more quicksand sinking. The other with a ponytail walked slowly back around the quiet end of Sex Fantasies where there were hot tubs, massage tables, and the Mud Spa. Most of the rest followed Andrea and Maggie over to The Tank for the next demonstration. Monica told the group that she was returning to the front desk to relieve Barb. Angie walked with Emily past The Tank and past the second entrance to the locker room, entering the first doorway. To the right were the lockers, to the left was a unisex restroom, a row of stalls and sinks that were kept as clean as a luxury resort. Emily took a quick look around to make sure they were alone. Then, she turned to Angie.

“We don’t have much time. I need to tell you something.”