The Loner, the Surprise, and the Name (F, M, Grim, Willing(?))
Posted: Sun Feb 16, 2025 5:30 pm
Hi there. This is a follow-up story to my first story "The Boss, the Job, and the Souvenir" (you can read that here) viewtopic.php?f=14&t=27173 but it's not required that you read that before this. I wanted to try my hand at writing from the perspective of the sinker this time and it was pretty fun! It's not too long, but I don't mind it so much. Just a warning that this one does get mature/erotic and doesn't shy away from being more descriptive in those areas. Also be aware that there will likely be many grammatical and/or other mistakes throughout as well. Thank you very much and please enjoy!
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What a night! The club was the liveliest I’d ever seen. The drinks were tasty as always, and my feet had grown sore now from all the dancing my friends and I had gotten up to. To put it simply, everything was going great! And though the hours were growing long, I had no intention to leave just yet.
“Hey Ruby, this’s been great– but I’ve got work tomorrow and Alex’s getting tired. We’re thinking of heading out now,” my friend said, gesturing to the front door. I sighed. Yes, it had been getting late now, and maybe I would have wanted to go myself originally, but not now. Not since I’d spotted him.
“Alright. Thanks for coming out with me. Text me when you two get home, okay?” I replied, smiling.
My friend started to walk away, but she stopped and turned back, hesitating. “Are you sure you don’t wanna come with us? How are you planning on getting home if you–”
I interrupted her before she could get too worked up. “If it gets to be like that, I’ll uber home, I promise. Don’t worry.”
Luckily, that seemed to do the trick. She nodded, turning back around.
“If you say so. See ya later!” She waved and walked out the door. My other friend Alex gave me a quick nod and followed after her.
Thank god they’re finally gone.
Alright, that was rude– I loved my friends and I did enjoy hanging out with them, but my thoughts were on a different subject now, and it was better that they weren’t around to interfere with it.
The subject in question was a young man sitting alone across the way. I noticed him the minute he walked in and it was hard to tear my attention away from him ever since. Even as I spun around with my friends out on the floor, I couldn't help but glance his way. He’d been nursing a white wine – Chardonnay, maybe? – occasionally chatting with some people nearby, and looking at his phone. He hardly seemed interested in anything going on, but god was he attractive.
He didn't look like he was going clubbing. He looked like he was going to a job interview! And for a fancy job at that. His dark hair was neat and his glasses were sleek and professional. He looked to be a little on the shorter end– smaller than just about all of the other guys I could see lingering around. But I liked that in a man.
To put it simply, this guy was exactly my type– and I had to capitalize on that. I know you weren’t supposed to talk to random loners at the bar, but surely it was different if I was the one going up and starting the interaction, right? Besides, he didn’t look like the sort of guy you’d want to avoid. There was nothing off or creepy about him at all. So what was the harm?
I slowly moved up to his booth. Fuck. The closer I got to him, the more nervous I became. Why was I so nervous?! I was never this nervous! I considered myself pretty good at talking to new people!
I cleared my throat and took a deep breath before starting to speak. “Hi. Pretty nice night, huh? I mean, I’ve come here a lot and it’s never been quite like this before!” I cringed. What kind of a line was that? I sounded like an idiot.
He looked up at me– a small smile gracing his features. “I think so. I’ve been enjoying myself so far, anyway.”
Oh thank god. I had been certain he’d immediately start laughing at me.
“You mind if I sit here with you? My friends have all taken off, and it’d be nice to have a little company.” I asked and he nodded, letting me slide in next to him.
“What’s your name?” the man questioned.
“Ruby,” I replied, growing a little bashful. “And yours?”
He made a short humming sound and chuckled as if he was considering something funny. After a beat he said: “Ricky. It’s nice to meet you, Ruby. Would you like me to buy you a drink?”
And we hit it off right away. Ricky was an incredibly funny guy, and we bounced off each other very well. He was the kind of person you spoke to for a couple of minutes and you would already feel like you knew them for years.
The whole interaction started off innocent enough, but naturally things did… progress. I was the one who initiated it. And there was nothing about his actions or behavior that concerned me. He was a total gentleman, reserved with his flirting and respectful – bordering on shy – with his touches. After a couple more drinks (thankfully he’d stuck to some of the less alcoholic beverages) we decided to retreat to his place for a little bit of alone time.
…That happened to turn into a lot of alone time. And because we were both exhausted from all our activities – I was a little mortified to admit I ruined his fantastic (and expensive no doubt!) shirt at one point – he allowed me to stay the night over. I could hardly keep my eyes open any longer, and thankfully I didn’t have to. I quickly laid my head down and settled into bed. The feeling of Ricky’s calm, steady breathing lulled me into a deep, dreamless sleep in what felt like mere minutes.
…The next thing I registered was an annoying burning sensation against my eyelids. There was… light. Light beaming down on me. Why was the light so damn bright?! I grumbled lowly, reaching up to rub my eyes before slowly opening them up.
And I was met with a blue sky stretching above me.
What? Why was…?
It took a few seconds for the total wrongness of the situation to dawn on me.
“What the hell?!” I gasped, scrambling to sit up.
I was laying sprawled out in the grass, stark naked, surrounded on all sides by enormous trees and shrubbery. I had gone to bed in an apartment downtown and now I woke in the middle of who knows where.
Fuck. Fuck. Clearly I’d been roofied somehow. This was bad. Terrible, even. At some point I’d been stripped and my attacker hadn’t been generous enough to leave my phone or other belongings with me. Gee thanks, Ricky. In any case, I needed to think of a plan.
I stood up and looked around, trying to take in as much of my surroundings as possible. The place was a forest unlike any I’d ever seen before. Very dense, with sprawling trees as far as the eye could see. What stuck out to me most – and what disheartened me the most – was just how quiet it was. Sure, there were the occasional buzzing insects around. But I couldn't hear any birds. None at all. And there were absolutely no signs to be heard or seen of people.
God, and why would there be? I suppose it would only make sense to drag your victim out to the most isolated place you could find. Dammit. This was really, really bad.
Without any form of communication, and without any signs to follow after, I decided to just start walking. It didn’t matter in what direction. I figured I would have to come across civilization, or at least a way out of this godforsaken forest eventually. In my mind, there was no other choice.
So I set off. Immediately the unpleasantness of walking in this place barefoot began to set in. Rocks, acorns, fallen branches, and all other manner of sharp woodland byproducts assaulted my poor feet. It felt like every step I took made it a challenge not to wince and scream out in pain. And in all that agony, I couldn’t even be met with a single drop of litter. At least that would have given me hope at the suggestion of nearby people!
I was just beginning to resign myself to the fate of enduring this agony when my feet met with something soft and pliant instead. Oh, mercy. It was mud. Normally it would be avoided like the plague, but the feeling of the mud as opposed to the pain of before was like sweet relief, and the sight of a further expanse of it even more so. I couldn’t resist. Like a moth to a flame, I placed my other foot forward and started walking into it.
I had no such fondness for the substance before, but as I said, it was like heaven to me now. And it was better for the fact that it was surprisingly warm. Warm, yes– but it wasn’t too hot either. Clearly the sun had done fantastic work! The feeling of it squelching under and between my toes made me want to shudder in delight.
I kept walking on and on, but like a miracle, the muddy path never seemed to stop! There were other areas around me with more solid ground, but after what I had just endured, why would I even consider stepping out there?!
I wouldn’t realize just why until it was too late.
The further I progressed, the farther the mud seemed to expand. There was more and more of it until all the ground I could see was covered in mud. It was like a whole ocean in the middle of the forest! I let out a small chuckle. This whole situation was beyond terrible, but I told myself that if the rest of my journey kept up like this, at least it wouldn’t be completely unbearable.
I easily strode out into the expanse, keeping a quick, determined pace.
And then as I took my next step, the muck beneath my foot was no longer quite as supportive, and not as shallow either. My limb plunged downwards, sending the mud up my calf.
Thinking nothing of it, I moved my other foot forwards and sure enough, it too sunk in. Well, it was getting a little deeper, but that was fine. I could handle it. It took one tug and my first foot was out.
See? I told myself. Not a problem.
That changed when I stepped forward and was quickly sucked down past my knee.
“Wh– oh, come on! Dammit!” I tugged my leg upwards to no avail. The mud – just as warm below as it was on the surface – was thick and held on tightly. I tried again and again to pry my leg loose but with no luck, only to realize I'd been driving the other leg deeper down in the process.
“Shit…” I cursed. Now this was getting really annoying. The mud around me was seemingly growing less and less solid, and it was deeper than I could have ever realized. I pumped my legs, desperately trying to push them up to the surface. The muck churned around me, and somehow it felt like the suction against my legs became even stronger. I was pulled down further, with the mud rising up… up… up my thighs until–
I gasped out loud and my eyes squeezed shut involuntarily. I could feel the mud softly kissing my most private areas. It just barely teased against the lips of my pussy and my asshole. I could scream at how sensual it felt.
…And I could also scream at myself for the direction my train of thought took in the middle of this situation! What the hell was wrong with me?!
I tried to shimmy and twist my legs, hoping that by some miracle I could pry them out from the ground’s powerful grip, but I had no luck. In fact, it seemed like my movements encouraged it to suck me down even faster.
“Fuck!” I shouted as my genitals were plunged into the mud, met by the same incredible suctioning pressure as my legs. Oh god, it felt good. Too good! Why in the world did it feel so good?! The muck was insistent, pushing at and slurping on my skin until the barriers of entry gave way. It steadily began to ooze in! I shuddered and moaned involuntarily at the feeling. I'd never been touched quite like this before… and disgusting as it was, I couldn't deny just how spectacular it felt!
“Aaah…! Aah– I need to… need to get out–” I choked out through the pants and gasps. And that was for certain. The longer I stayed in this stuff, the worse everything would get. I knew that. But my mind was becoming so hazy… it was getting so hard to think. Even despite the fact that it was starting to dawn on me just how dangerous this “mud” was, I couldn't stop myself from rocking and gyrating my hips. No matter how hard I clenched my pussy, the silt just kept forcing itself in. Pushing deeper and deeper, sliding and splattering against the walls of my vaginal canal in a way I never imagined was possible. All the while slipping into my tight backdoor like it was completely natural.
The mud reached my hips, fully securing my lower body under the surface. I tried to lift my legs upward, but I found it was getting impossibly hard to move them at all. It already felt thick the minute I stepped into it, but now? This was a different story altogether! My legs were being squeezed all around by this heavy, powerful, yet incredibly soft muck. And it was not finished where it was. It was not content to leave me stuck there, floating at hip-level. I could already feel myself sinking further down.
“No! No no no–!” I yelled. I was sinking. I was sinking and even though I was sure my feet were incredibly deep down, I couldn't feel the bottom. There was no solid ground to speak of. This… this must've been… but no- no there's no way! Quicksand wasn't real. I was certain it was just some made up danger in movies and TV. In my mind, such a thing couldn't possibly exist.
And yet…
“Oh! Oh god– aaahhgh!” I groaned loudly. My thoughts had been cut off as I felt the increasing power of the mud's assault on my nether regions. The stuff was so thick and sticky, it felt like it was trying to clog up my anus like a butt-plug. Fuck. FUCK, it was getting so deep–! Surely it had to be making its way into my damn guts by now!
“Hah… hah… nnngh–” I could feel as it slowly and steadily worked its way into my womb. Stirring and pushing farther and father in. I couldn't stop myself from bringing my hand down under the surface to press against my sensitive clit. It was like I was about to burst at any given moment.
This was quicksand. This had gone from bad to worse right before I knew it and I realized that deep down. But the sensations I was experiencing pushed that understanding away in favor of pure instinct and drive. I was responding solely to pleasure now and the desire to get off.
I thrusted as hard as I could manage against the mud’s vice grip, desperately wiggling and twisting my hips to stimulate myself more. But it wasn't enough! I was hanging onto this edge, and I needed to get over it! I needed more! I threw my other hand down and stopped pleasuring my clit in favor of prying my vagina and asshole open wider to let in even more mud.
“Ohhh! Fuck! Aaah! Please… please!” I screamed, feeling the warm, thick silt begin rushing into me faster. It felt like a damn waterfall! Never before had I been touched so deeply and so completely. The quicksand wanted to claim every inch of me. And I wanted it to! I didn't want it to stop! It felt so unbearably good that I needed it to reach as far as it could possibly reach! I needed it to paint every part of me until all I could feel was its tight, yet gentle caress.
I thrashed and thrashed, impaling myself further on the body of my earthen lover, barely even registering that I'd driven myself down to my waist until I felt the mud ooze into my belly button in time with how it pooled into the deepest, farthest reaches of my nether regions.
“More… more… more… more…!” I pleaded again and again like a mantra, throwing my body upwards repeatedly – looking similar to a fishing bobber on the water – willing my lower lips and rim to spread as far as they possibly could, feeling the mud deep inside churning this way and that way as impossibly more rushed in to join it. I felt so good… so hot… so full…!!!
I shrieked as I finally tipped over the edge, throwing my body up and down and all around as my juices sprayed out to become a part of the quicksand. And everything went white…
I didn't know how long I was out of it, but by the time I regained my senses, I realized I had sunk to my chest. My arms had been sealed under. My pale breasts were laying on the surface of the mud.
“Ugh…” I groaned, weakly writhing. The quicksand began to slurp and tickle my nipples.
My body was so overwhelmed now. I could hardly move at all, I felt blisteringly hot, my private parts were being massively overstimulated, and the pressure on my chest was making it much harder to breathe.
Clarity was slowly returning to me now though, so I could finally grasp the magnitude of how bad the situation was.
“Okay… okay… I need to stop moving. Gotta think…”
I tried to stay as still as I could. Which wasn't that hard, given how it felt like I was being suspended in glue. So, this was quicksand. I had sunk past my waist, and I could still feel no bottom under my feet. Despite my not moving, I could feel it continuing to work me lower into its dark, muddy maw. No matter if I struggled or not, I was still sinking. Just faster or slower.
“Fuck. This is bad. This is really bad.” I muttered, panicked. I looked around. Of course, there was no one to be seen. I had no clue where I was. I’d been dumped out here with the express purpose of not being discovered. Nobody knew I was out here. Oh god… it was just hitting me. Perhaps Ricky – that bastard – chose whatever screwed up place this was knowing the quicksand was here. Maybe he'd planned this from the start!
Regardless of how hopeless it was, I still screamed out– “Help! Help me, please! I-I’m in trouble!”
I scrambled to try and find anything that I could use to help pull me out, but there was nothing! In all those movies, there was always a vine or a stick or something people snagged to save themselves, but here? There wasn't even a single twig! And I realized now, even if there WAS something that could be used…
I tugged on my arms. The mud wouldn't let go. I pulled with all my might, grunting fiercely as I did, but I couldn't get it to the surface. It was caked in the thick mud. Well and truly sealed at my sides. So yes, even if there was something that could be used, I wouldn't be able to grab it.
All of a sudden, I felt myself being pulled down faster.
“Aaah!” I squeaked, watching as my boobs were sucked beneath the mud. It seemed that all my tugging had accelerated my sinking once again. It oozed into my cleavage, bubbling up at that moment and splashing me in the face.
“Bleh! Pft-!” I spat out the glob of mud. Fuck. What should I do? What could I do? The quicksand was taking me down!
“Please!” I screamed. “Can anyone hear me?! I'm sinking! I need help!” My voice echoed uselessly in the dead silence of the forest.
I squirmed, tilting my chest forward and backward in a desperate attempt to loosen the oppressive grip of the quicksand – screaming and shouting all the while.
“I need help! Someone! A-ANYONE!” I would take anyone. I would be thankful even if Ricky decided to come back and help me! If no one came, I would be… I would be…
My chest was pulled downwards. The mud climbed up my collarbone, claiming more and more of my skin until it settled over my shoulders.
“Hah… I need– I need… help…” I gasped. My voice was growing weak. My whole body was being squeezed like I was in the grasp of a python. Tears began to flow from my eyes. I was going to die, wasn't I? I was going to die alone in this quicksand. Why was this happening to me? What did I do to deserve this shit?
All I wanted was to have a good time! I thought I was being careful! And this is where it got me… I couldn't help but sob. If only my friends were here to help me. God, my friends– what would they think? Hopefully they've alerted someone about my disappearance… not that it would do me any good now. Maybe if I was lucky, the authorities would be able to figure out what happened. Hopefully they'd catch that asshole, at least…
“Hh.. hhah… oh god…” I was going lower now. Just as I thought, every crack, fold, and crevice of my body was fully enveloped in the thick, sticky quicksand. It was claiming more and more of my neck with my chin hovering dangerously close to the surface now. I wiggled my toes as best I could, finding that there was still no bottom. God… maybe it was as deep as an ocean down below. My whole life I’d been too afraid to swim in the ocean for fear I would drown, and now, without thinking, I'd stumbled into something even more insidious. Fuck.
There was no one to help me. No one to hear my cries. I couldn't even help myself. Maybe if I stayed completely still, I could buy myself a few more minutes, but it's not like there would be a point to doing that. No one would come save me. I felt very much like how one feels going up the drop-hill of a rollercoaster. I was well aware of the big drop that was coming dead ahead, but I was stuck with the slow, unbearable tension of climbing up, and up, and up that hill. I just wanted it to be over already.
So with that in mind, the only thing I could think to do was give in without stalling. I just tried to throw my anxieties away. Shut them out, and let the inevitable happen. I threw my body against my muddy bindings, sending the quicksand’s surface rippling and wobbling. I could hear bubbles rising and popping all around in response to my movements. If I didn't know any better, I would say the quicksand was pleased I had submitted to its whims and was growing excited at the prospect it would consume all of me soon. In some dark, twisted sense, I was getting excited too. At least at the prospect of ending this on my own terms.
“Please–” I whispered as my chin sank below. My earlobes dipped into the mud. If I wanted to prolong this horror, I would have tipped my head backwards. But I didn't. In a matter of seconds, the mud seeped into my ears, muffling everything. Until all sound cut out as they became fully clogged. Whatever. It's not like there was anyone for me to listen out for anyways. It was just me and the quicksand. And soon – hopefully it wouldn't take too long – I'd become just another part of it. I flexed and pointed my feet as best I could, still shocked by just how deep they were. Even more shocked at the prospect that the rest of me would be down there where they were, and possibly even lower soon.
It really was amazing that something like this could exist. That something this horrible could be real. I supposed that nature was just incomprehensible in that way. I sure felt sorry that I couldn't have heard about something like this on the news though, instead having to learn about it firsthand like this.
When they find me… if they find me, I hoped that at least my experience could help make sure nobody else became a victim in the same way I had. That was the one glimmer of hope I had as I was pulled even further down.
I coughed and spluttered, firmly shutting my mouth as the mud it was now level with started pushing in. Then I realized that it would probably be easier for me if I just let it happen, so with some reluctance, I parted my lips and let it pour in. It was hardly a pleasant taste, but if it could hasten me to my looming death, I accepted it like it was ambrosia. Swallowing mouthfuls and mouthfuls of it until it became too much. Then I just kept my mouth open as the quicksand did all the work for me, freely pouring down my throat and to my esophagus. In the moments where my mouth was submerged and my nose was not, I thought about what was happening to me – and what would continue to happen to me after I went under. I must have been growing delirious from how hard it was to breathe, because the thought of the mud stuffing me up everywhere, like it had already begun to do to my nether regions, made me want to scream with lust. The quicksand flowed into my mouth like it was giving me its own version of a passionate kiss. Only this kiss was unending. The stuff was making its way deeper and deeper inside of me. Oh man– it was only a matter of time before it would reach my stomach. I grew wetter by the second thinking about the idea of the quicksand pushing in from my rectum meeting the quicksand from my throat as they would both pool into my bowels and become one. Fuck. That was messed up, but I couldn't stop thinking about it. And really, it was better that I die aroused like this than die screaming in fear.
I felt it before, and I felt it again. I wanted to become indistinguishable from the mud. I wanted it to become a part of me as I became a part of it. I needed this shit to coat every single part of me until I was less of a person and more of a…
My thoughts were halted as my nose was pulled into the mud, spraying bursts of the stuff out as it went under. If someone were to come now – which of course, they wouldn't – all they'd see was the top of my head, messy blonde hair, and a pair of green eyes blinking frantically, and darting all around.
My air supply had been cut off and the pain started fast. My lungs began to sting and burn. The tears kept flowing from my eyes. I felt so hot. While the pain was growing, the pleasure was even more intense. I needed to finish this now–!
Using all my remaining strength, I ground my body downwards, pushing myself into the belly of the beast to be willingly devoured. I didn't bother to look up at the sky once more before my head sank under the muck.
It was dark. The mud was too thick for light to reach through the surface. It was unbelievably warm. Like I was in one great big bath. My body spasmed and shook uncontrollably, but it didn't make a difference. The quicksand hugged me tight, and it was never going to let me go. No matter what.
My senses were growing faint. All I could feel was the thunderous beating of my heart and the thrumming heat of my arousal. My lung capacity couldn't hold out much longer, and neither could my consciousness.
This was it…
My eyes rolled back into my head. The last things I felt before consciousness faded was mud rushing down my nostrils, and an orgasm hitting me one more time.
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It was only when the last of the bubbles rose and all movement stopped that I finished recording. The quicksand’s surface had grown completely still. Besides some footprints on the way up to it, there was no trace that anyone had been near at all. Let alone that a woman had just drowned in it.
That was a good one. Really good. I suppose– knowing just how much the boss would enjoy it – that made up for all the work I was made to do beforehand. I had no interest in going to bars and fraternizing with women! Much less sleeping with them! I guessed Dr. Penev told me to do it because he trusts me above everyone else, though. And that was the most important thing. But still– it had all been very inconvenient. Ah well… if the boss was happy, I was happy. And the sizable bonus I’d be getting made it hard to be too frustrated in the end.
I packed up the camera, tripod, and the rest of my equipment before stretching and cracking my anguished back. It took a lot of work to remain unseen on this particular part of the island. And no one else could do it like I could. The doctor said so himself! Another one was scheduled for this spot in three days and of course, that one would happen right after I got done shooting at the north plot that day… it was safe to say I'd need to take it easy before then if I wanted my spine to last till I hit thirty.
Just as I was about to set off and clock out for the day, my phone rang. It was Victor, one of my colleagues. I answered it as I walked away.
“Yes?” I said.
“ “Ricky”? Really?” He questioned. I laughed, amused.
“I thought it was an alright name,” I answered. The other man scoffed. I could practically hear him shaking his head over the line.
“Okay man, sure. What made you decide to pick that name anyway?”
“I had “Livin’ La Vida Loca” stuck in my head.” I replied. There wasn't much else to be said. Victor, predictably, laughed hysterically.
“You're a real piece of work, you know that? I'd like to believe that the boss’ll give me the chance to hook up with somebody soon–” I cut him off.
“You really didn't miss out on much,” I said.
“Speak for yourself. I'd like to believe that he’ll give me the chance to put my dick in someone soon, but I'm a realistic guy. So next time, you owe me the name choice. I get to pick your name, got it? And I don't wanna hear any excuses or refusals or whatever. You understand?”
A small grin graced my features. I didn't really owe this guy anything, but I figured that it could be intriguing to play along.
“Alright.” I said. “Understood.”
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What a night! The club was the liveliest I’d ever seen. The drinks were tasty as always, and my feet had grown sore now from all the dancing my friends and I had gotten up to. To put it simply, everything was going great! And though the hours were growing long, I had no intention to leave just yet.
“Hey Ruby, this’s been great– but I’ve got work tomorrow and Alex’s getting tired. We’re thinking of heading out now,” my friend said, gesturing to the front door. I sighed. Yes, it had been getting late now, and maybe I would have wanted to go myself originally, but not now. Not since I’d spotted him.
“Alright. Thanks for coming out with me. Text me when you two get home, okay?” I replied, smiling.
My friend started to walk away, but she stopped and turned back, hesitating. “Are you sure you don’t wanna come with us? How are you planning on getting home if you–”
I interrupted her before she could get too worked up. “If it gets to be like that, I’ll uber home, I promise. Don’t worry.”
Luckily, that seemed to do the trick. She nodded, turning back around.
“If you say so. See ya later!” She waved and walked out the door. My other friend Alex gave me a quick nod and followed after her.
Thank god they’re finally gone.
Alright, that was rude– I loved my friends and I did enjoy hanging out with them, but my thoughts were on a different subject now, and it was better that they weren’t around to interfere with it.
The subject in question was a young man sitting alone across the way. I noticed him the minute he walked in and it was hard to tear my attention away from him ever since. Even as I spun around with my friends out on the floor, I couldn't help but glance his way. He’d been nursing a white wine – Chardonnay, maybe? – occasionally chatting with some people nearby, and looking at his phone. He hardly seemed interested in anything going on, but god was he attractive.
He didn't look like he was going clubbing. He looked like he was going to a job interview! And for a fancy job at that. His dark hair was neat and his glasses were sleek and professional. He looked to be a little on the shorter end– smaller than just about all of the other guys I could see lingering around. But I liked that in a man.
To put it simply, this guy was exactly my type– and I had to capitalize on that. I know you weren’t supposed to talk to random loners at the bar, but surely it was different if I was the one going up and starting the interaction, right? Besides, he didn’t look like the sort of guy you’d want to avoid. There was nothing off or creepy about him at all. So what was the harm?
I slowly moved up to his booth. Fuck. The closer I got to him, the more nervous I became. Why was I so nervous?! I was never this nervous! I considered myself pretty good at talking to new people!
I cleared my throat and took a deep breath before starting to speak. “Hi. Pretty nice night, huh? I mean, I’ve come here a lot and it’s never been quite like this before!” I cringed. What kind of a line was that? I sounded like an idiot.
He looked up at me– a small smile gracing his features. “I think so. I’ve been enjoying myself so far, anyway.”
Oh thank god. I had been certain he’d immediately start laughing at me.
“You mind if I sit here with you? My friends have all taken off, and it’d be nice to have a little company.” I asked and he nodded, letting me slide in next to him.
“What’s your name?” the man questioned.
“Ruby,” I replied, growing a little bashful. “And yours?”
He made a short humming sound and chuckled as if he was considering something funny. After a beat he said: “Ricky. It’s nice to meet you, Ruby. Would you like me to buy you a drink?”
And we hit it off right away. Ricky was an incredibly funny guy, and we bounced off each other very well. He was the kind of person you spoke to for a couple of minutes and you would already feel like you knew them for years.
The whole interaction started off innocent enough, but naturally things did… progress. I was the one who initiated it. And there was nothing about his actions or behavior that concerned me. He was a total gentleman, reserved with his flirting and respectful – bordering on shy – with his touches. After a couple more drinks (thankfully he’d stuck to some of the less alcoholic beverages) we decided to retreat to his place for a little bit of alone time.
…That happened to turn into a lot of alone time. And because we were both exhausted from all our activities – I was a little mortified to admit I ruined his fantastic (and expensive no doubt!) shirt at one point – he allowed me to stay the night over. I could hardly keep my eyes open any longer, and thankfully I didn’t have to. I quickly laid my head down and settled into bed. The feeling of Ricky’s calm, steady breathing lulled me into a deep, dreamless sleep in what felt like mere minutes.
…The next thing I registered was an annoying burning sensation against my eyelids. There was… light. Light beaming down on me. Why was the light so damn bright?! I grumbled lowly, reaching up to rub my eyes before slowly opening them up.
And I was met with a blue sky stretching above me.
What? Why was…?
It took a few seconds for the total wrongness of the situation to dawn on me.
“What the hell?!” I gasped, scrambling to sit up.
I was laying sprawled out in the grass, stark naked, surrounded on all sides by enormous trees and shrubbery. I had gone to bed in an apartment downtown and now I woke in the middle of who knows where.
Fuck. Fuck. Clearly I’d been roofied somehow. This was bad. Terrible, even. At some point I’d been stripped and my attacker hadn’t been generous enough to leave my phone or other belongings with me. Gee thanks, Ricky. In any case, I needed to think of a plan.
I stood up and looked around, trying to take in as much of my surroundings as possible. The place was a forest unlike any I’d ever seen before. Very dense, with sprawling trees as far as the eye could see. What stuck out to me most – and what disheartened me the most – was just how quiet it was. Sure, there were the occasional buzzing insects around. But I couldn't hear any birds. None at all. And there were absolutely no signs to be heard or seen of people.
God, and why would there be? I suppose it would only make sense to drag your victim out to the most isolated place you could find. Dammit. This was really, really bad.
Without any form of communication, and without any signs to follow after, I decided to just start walking. It didn’t matter in what direction. I figured I would have to come across civilization, or at least a way out of this godforsaken forest eventually. In my mind, there was no other choice.
So I set off. Immediately the unpleasantness of walking in this place barefoot began to set in. Rocks, acorns, fallen branches, and all other manner of sharp woodland byproducts assaulted my poor feet. It felt like every step I took made it a challenge not to wince and scream out in pain. And in all that agony, I couldn’t even be met with a single drop of litter. At least that would have given me hope at the suggestion of nearby people!
I was just beginning to resign myself to the fate of enduring this agony when my feet met with something soft and pliant instead. Oh, mercy. It was mud. Normally it would be avoided like the plague, but the feeling of the mud as opposed to the pain of before was like sweet relief, and the sight of a further expanse of it even more so. I couldn’t resist. Like a moth to a flame, I placed my other foot forward and started walking into it.
I had no such fondness for the substance before, but as I said, it was like heaven to me now. And it was better for the fact that it was surprisingly warm. Warm, yes– but it wasn’t too hot either. Clearly the sun had done fantastic work! The feeling of it squelching under and between my toes made me want to shudder in delight.
I kept walking on and on, but like a miracle, the muddy path never seemed to stop! There were other areas around me with more solid ground, but after what I had just endured, why would I even consider stepping out there?!
I wouldn’t realize just why until it was too late.
The further I progressed, the farther the mud seemed to expand. There was more and more of it until all the ground I could see was covered in mud. It was like a whole ocean in the middle of the forest! I let out a small chuckle. This whole situation was beyond terrible, but I told myself that if the rest of my journey kept up like this, at least it wouldn’t be completely unbearable.
I easily strode out into the expanse, keeping a quick, determined pace.
And then as I took my next step, the muck beneath my foot was no longer quite as supportive, and not as shallow either. My limb plunged downwards, sending the mud up my calf.
Thinking nothing of it, I moved my other foot forwards and sure enough, it too sunk in. Well, it was getting a little deeper, but that was fine. I could handle it. It took one tug and my first foot was out.
See? I told myself. Not a problem.
That changed when I stepped forward and was quickly sucked down past my knee.
“Wh– oh, come on! Dammit!” I tugged my leg upwards to no avail. The mud – just as warm below as it was on the surface – was thick and held on tightly. I tried again and again to pry my leg loose but with no luck, only to realize I'd been driving the other leg deeper down in the process.
“Shit…” I cursed. Now this was getting really annoying. The mud around me was seemingly growing less and less solid, and it was deeper than I could have ever realized. I pumped my legs, desperately trying to push them up to the surface. The muck churned around me, and somehow it felt like the suction against my legs became even stronger. I was pulled down further, with the mud rising up… up… up my thighs until–
I gasped out loud and my eyes squeezed shut involuntarily. I could feel the mud softly kissing my most private areas. It just barely teased against the lips of my pussy and my asshole. I could scream at how sensual it felt.
…And I could also scream at myself for the direction my train of thought took in the middle of this situation! What the hell was wrong with me?!
I tried to shimmy and twist my legs, hoping that by some miracle I could pry them out from the ground’s powerful grip, but I had no luck. In fact, it seemed like my movements encouraged it to suck me down even faster.
“Fuck!” I shouted as my genitals were plunged into the mud, met by the same incredible suctioning pressure as my legs. Oh god, it felt good. Too good! Why in the world did it feel so good?! The muck was insistent, pushing at and slurping on my skin until the barriers of entry gave way. It steadily began to ooze in! I shuddered and moaned involuntarily at the feeling. I'd never been touched quite like this before… and disgusting as it was, I couldn't deny just how spectacular it felt!
“Aaah…! Aah– I need to… need to get out–” I choked out through the pants and gasps. And that was for certain. The longer I stayed in this stuff, the worse everything would get. I knew that. But my mind was becoming so hazy… it was getting so hard to think. Even despite the fact that it was starting to dawn on me just how dangerous this “mud” was, I couldn't stop myself from rocking and gyrating my hips. No matter how hard I clenched my pussy, the silt just kept forcing itself in. Pushing deeper and deeper, sliding and splattering against the walls of my vaginal canal in a way I never imagined was possible. All the while slipping into my tight backdoor like it was completely natural.
The mud reached my hips, fully securing my lower body under the surface. I tried to lift my legs upward, but I found it was getting impossibly hard to move them at all. It already felt thick the minute I stepped into it, but now? This was a different story altogether! My legs were being squeezed all around by this heavy, powerful, yet incredibly soft muck. And it was not finished where it was. It was not content to leave me stuck there, floating at hip-level. I could already feel myself sinking further down.
“No! No no no–!” I yelled. I was sinking. I was sinking and even though I was sure my feet were incredibly deep down, I couldn't feel the bottom. There was no solid ground to speak of. This… this must've been… but no- no there's no way! Quicksand wasn't real. I was certain it was just some made up danger in movies and TV. In my mind, such a thing couldn't possibly exist.
And yet…
“Oh! Oh god– aaahhgh!” I groaned loudly. My thoughts had been cut off as I felt the increasing power of the mud's assault on my nether regions. The stuff was so thick and sticky, it felt like it was trying to clog up my anus like a butt-plug. Fuck. FUCK, it was getting so deep–! Surely it had to be making its way into my damn guts by now!
“Hah… hah… nnngh–” I could feel as it slowly and steadily worked its way into my womb. Stirring and pushing farther and father in. I couldn't stop myself from bringing my hand down under the surface to press against my sensitive clit. It was like I was about to burst at any given moment.
This was quicksand. This had gone from bad to worse right before I knew it and I realized that deep down. But the sensations I was experiencing pushed that understanding away in favor of pure instinct and drive. I was responding solely to pleasure now and the desire to get off.
I thrusted as hard as I could manage against the mud’s vice grip, desperately wiggling and twisting my hips to stimulate myself more. But it wasn't enough! I was hanging onto this edge, and I needed to get over it! I needed more! I threw my other hand down and stopped pleasuring my clit in favor of prying my vagina and asshole open wider to let in even more mud.
“Ohhh! Fuck! Aaah! Please… please!” I screamed, feeling the warm, thick silt begin rushing into me faster. It felt like a damn waterfall! Never before had I been touched so deeply and so completely. The quicksand wanted to claim every inch of me. And I wanted it to! I didn't want it to stop! It felt so unbearably good that I needed it to reach as far as it could possibly reach! I needed it to paint every part of me until all I could feel was its tight, yet gentle caress.
I thrashed and thrashed, impaling myself further on the body of my earthen lover, barely even registering that I'd driven myself down to my waist until I felt the mud ooze into my belly button in time with how it pooled into the deepest, farthest reaches of my nether regions.
“More… more… more… more…!” I pleaded again and again like a mantra, throwing my body upwards repeatedly – looking similar to a fishing bobber on the water – willing my lower lips and rim to spread as far as they possibly could, feeling the mud deep inside churning this way and that way as impossibly more rushed in to join it. I felt so good… so hot… so full…!!!
I shrieked as I finally tipped over the edge, throwing my body up and down and all around as my juices sprayed out to become a part of the quicksand. And everything went white…
I didn't know how long I was out of it, but by the time I regained my senses, I realized I had sunk to my chest. My arms had been sealed under. My pale breasts were laying on the surface of the mud.
“Ugh…” I groaned, weakly writhing. The quicksand began to slurp and tickle my nipples.
My body was so overwhelmed now. I could hardly move at all, I felt blisteringly hot, my private parts were being massively overstimulated, and the pressure on my chest was making it much harder to breathe.
Clarity was slowly returning to me now though, so I could finally grasp the magnitude of how bad the situation was.
“Okay… okay… I need to stop moving. Gotta think…”
I tried to stay as still as I could. Which wasn't that hard, given how it felt like I was being suspended in glue. So, this was quicksand. I had sunk past my waist, and I could still feel no bottom under my feet. Despite my not moving, I could feel it continuing to work me lower into its dark, muddy maw. No matter if I struggled or not, I was still sinking. Just faster or slower.
“Fuck. This is bad. This is really bad.” I muttered, panicked. I looked around. Of course, there was no one to be seen. I had no clue where I was. I’d been dumped out here with the express purpose of not being discovered. Nobody knew I was out here. Oh god… it was just hitting me. Perhaps Ricky – that bastard – chose whatever screwed up place this was knowing the quicksand was here. Maybe he'd planned this from the start!
Regardless of how hopeless it was, I still screamed out– “Help! Help me, please! I-I’m in trouble!”
I scrambled to try and find anything that I could use to help pull me out, but there was nothing! In all those movies, there was always a vine or a stick or something people snagged to save themselves, but here? There wasn't even a single twig! And I realized now, even if there WAS something that could be used…
I tugged on my arms. The mud wouldn't let go. I pulled with all my might, grunting fiercely as I did, but I couldn't get it to the surface. It was caked in the thick mud. Well and truly sealed at my sides. So yes, even if there was something that could be used, I wouldn't be able to grab it.
All of a sudden, I felt myself being pulled down faster.
“Aaah!” I squeaked, watching as my boobs were sucked beneath the mud. It seemed that all my tugging had accelerated my sinking once again. It oozed into my cleavage, bubbling up at that moment and splashing me in the face.
“Bleh! Pft-!” I spat out the glob of mud. Fuck. What should I do? What could I do? The quicksand was taking me down!
“Please!” I screamed. “Can anyone hear me?! I'm sinking! I need help!” My voice echoed uselessly in the dead silence of the forest.
I squirmed, tilting my chest forward and backward in a desperate attempt to loosen the oppressive grip of the quicksand – screaming and shouting all the while.
“I need help! Someone! A-ANYONE!” I would take anyone. I would be thankful even if Ricky decided to come back and help me! If no one came, I would be… I would be…
My chest was pulled downwards. The mud climbed up my collarbone, claiming more and more of my skin until it settled over my shoulders.
“Hah… I need– I need… help…” I gasped. My voice was growing weak. My whole body was being squeezed like I was in the grasp of a python. Tears began to flow from my eyes. I was going to die, wasn't I? I was going to die alone in this quicksand. Why was this happening to me? What did I do to deserve this shit?
All I wanted was to have a good time! I thought I was being careful! And this is where it got me… I couldn't help but sob. If only my friends were here to help me. God, my friends– what would they think? Hopefully they've alerted someone about my disappearance… not that it would do me any good now. Maybe if I was lucky, the authorities would be able to figure out what happened. Hopefully they'd catch that asshole, at least…
“Hh.. hhah… oh god…” I was going lower now. Just as I thought, every crack, fold, and crevice of my body was fully enveloped in the thick, sticky quicksand. It was claiming more and more of my neck with my chin hovering dangerously close to the surface now. I wiggled my toes as best I could, finding that there was still no bottom. God… maybe it was as deep as an ocean down below. My whole life I’d been too afraid to swim in the ocean for fear I would drown, and now, without thinking, I'd stumbled into something even more insidious. Fuck.
There was no one to help me. No one to hear my cries. I couldn't even help myself. Maybe if I stayed completely still, I could buy myself a few more minutes, but it's not like there would be a point to doing that. No one would come save me. I felt very much like how one feels going up the drop-hill of a rollercoaster. I was well aware of the big drop that was coming dead ahead, but I was stuck with the slow, unbearable tension of climbing up, and up, and up that hill. I just wanted it to be over already.
So with that in mind, the only thing I could think to do was give in without stalling. I just tried to throw my anxieties away. Shut them out, and let the inevitable happen. I threw my body against my muddy bindings, sending the quicksand’s surface rippling and wobbling. I could hear bubbles rising and popping all around in response to my movements. If I didn't know any better, I would say the quicksand was pleased I had submitted to its whims and was growing excited at the prospect it would consume all of me soon. In some dark, twisted sense, I was getting excited too. At least at the prospect of ending this on my own terms.
“Please–” I whispered as my chin sank below. My earlobes dipped into the mud. If I wanted to prolong this horror, I would have tipped my head backwards. But I didn't. In a matter of seconds, the mud seeped into my ears, muffling everything. Until all sound cut out as they became fully clogged. Whatever. It's not like there was anyone for me to listen out for anyways. It was just me and the quicksand. And soon – hopefully it wouldn't take too long – I'd become just another part of it. I flexed and pointed my feet as best I could, still shocked by just how deep they were. Even more shocked at the prospect that the rest of me would be down there where they were, and possibly even lower soon.
It really was amazing that something like this could exist. That something this horrible could be real. I supposed that nature was just incomprehensible in that way. I sure felt sorry that I couldn't have heard about something like this on the news though, instead having to learn about it firsthand like this.
When they find me… if they find me, I hoped that at least my experience could help make sure nobody else became a victim in the same way I had. That was the one glimmer of hope I had as I was pulled even further down.
I coughed and spluttered, firmly shutting my mouth as the mud it was now level with started pushing in. Then I realized that it would probably be easier for me if I just let it happen, so with some reluctance, I parted my lips and let it pour in. It was hardly a pleasant taste, but if it could hasten me to my looming death, I accepted it like it was ambrosia. Swallowing mouthfuls and mouthfuls of it until it became too much. Then I just kept my mouth open as the quicksand did all the work for me, freely pouring down my throat and to my esophagus. In the moments where my mouth was submerged and my nose was not, I thought about what was happening to me – and what would continue to happen to me after I went under. I must have been growing delirious from how hard it was to breathe, because the thought of the mud stuffing me up everywhere, like it had already begun to do to my nether regions, made me want to scream with lust. The quicksand flowed into my mouth like it was giving me its own version of a passionate kiss. Only this kiss was unending. The stuff was making its way deeper and deeper inside of me. Oh man– it was only a matter of time before it would reach my stomach. I grew wetter by the second thinking about the idea of the quicksand pushing in from my rectum meeting the quicksand from my throat as they would both pool into my bowels and become one. Fuck. That was messed up, but I couldn't stop thinking about it. And really, it was better that I die aroused like this than die screaming in fear.
I felt it before, and I felt it again. I wanted to become indistinguishable from the mud. I wanted it to become a part of me as I became a part of it. I needed this shit to coat every single part of me until I was less of a person and more of a…
My thoughts were halted as my nose was pulled into the mud, spraying bursts of the stuff out as it went under. If someone were to come now – which of course, they wouldn't – all they'd see was the top of my head, messy blonde hair, and a pair of green eyes blinking frantically, and darting all around.
My air supply had been cut off and the pain started fast. My lungs began to sting and burn. The tears kept flowing from my eyes. I felt so hot. While the pain was growing, the pleasure was even more intense. I needed to finish this now–!
Using all my remaining strength, I ground my body downwards, pushing myself into the belly of the beast to be willingly devoured. I didn't bother to look up at the sky once more before my head sank under the muck.
It was dark. The mud was too thick for light to reach through the surface. It was unbelievably warm. Like I was in one great big bath. My body spasmed and shook uncontrollably, but it didn't make a difference. The quicksand hugged me tight, and it was never going to let me go. No matter what.
My senses were growing faint. All I could feel was the thunderous beating of my heart and the thrumming heat of my arousal. My lung capacity couldn't hold out much longer, and neither could my consciousness.
This was it…
My eyes rolled back into my head. The last things I felt before consciousness faded was mud rushing down my nostrils, and an orgasm hitting me one more time.
…..
…..
It was only when the last of the bubbles rose and all movement stopped that I finished recording. The quicksand’s surface had grown completely still. Besides some footprints on the way up to it, there was no trace that anyone had been near at all. Let alone that a woman had just drowned in it.
That was a good one. Really good. I suppose– knowing just how much the boss would enjoy it – that made up for all the work I was made to do beforehand. I had no interest in going to bars and fraternizing with women! Much less sleeping with them! I guessed Dr. Penev told me to do it because he trusts me above everyone else, though. And that was the most important thing. But still– it had all been very inconvenient. Ah well… if the boss was happy, I was happy. And the sizable bonus I’d be getting made it hard to be too frustrated in the end.
I packed up the camera, tripod, and the rest of my equipment before stretching and cracking my anguished back. It took a lot of work to remain unseen on this particular part of the island. And no one else could do it like I could. The doctor said so himself! Another one was scheduled for this spot in three days and of course, that one would happen right after I got done shooting at the north plot that day… it was safe to say I'd need to take it easy before then if I wanted my spine to last till I hit thirty.
Just as I was about to set off and clock out for the day, my phone rang. It was Victor, one of my colleagues. I answered it as I walked away.
“Yes?” I said.
“ “Ricky”? Really?” He questioned. I laughed, amused.
“I thought it was an alright name,” I answered. The other man scoffed. I could practically hear him shaking his head over the line.
“Okay man, sure. What made you decide to pick that name anyway?”
“I had “Livin’ La Vida Loca” stuck in my head.” I replied. There wasn't much else to be said. Victor, predictably, laughed hysterically.
“You're a real piece of work, you know that? I'd like to believe that the boss’ll give me the chance to hook up with somebody soon–” I cut him off.
“You really didn't miss out on much,” I said.
“Speak for yourself. I'd like to believe that he’ll give me the chance to put my dick in someone soon, but I'm a realistic guy. So next time, you owe me the name choice. I get to pick your name, got it? And I don't wanna hear any excuses or refusals or whatever. You understand?”
A small grin graced my features. I didn't really owe this guy anything, but I figured that it could be intriguing to play along.
“Alright.” I said. “Understood.”
