The Sunken Meadow (F, Mast, Grim?)

[ChaosGlassSpider]

Jessica takes a peak out of the tree line, eyes scanning for movement. The only thing she sees is a singular bird darting across the clearing. She breaths a sigh of relief, before looking down at her phone. Her signal bars are empty. She sighs. Probably no one around for miles, she thinks. Then a smile creeps across her lips and, with a giggle, she runs out into the clearing.

Her raincoat flutters briefly in the wind as her boots slosh on the muddied ground. Her outfit would’ve been perfect for a rainy day, were it not for the exclusion of pants. Or anything under her raincoat. With a laugh she unzips her jacket, revealing her naked body to the world. Her blonde hair rushes out of her hood, flitting in the air. Her nipples stiffen and she can already feel her face heat up as she approaches her destination.

The ground here is darker in color and sparse with vegetation. There are subtle markings at the edges, gouges in the dirt. Like someone had raked their fingers through the mud recently. A twinge of fear goes through her mind. She looks out into the expanse of mud. The Sunken Meadow is what they called it. During the rains of late spring and early summer, the sediment from the nearby mountains would loosen. This resulted in yearly mudslides that would flood the meadow. After a few days, the mud would settle into the preexisting dirt, resulting in nearly bottomless pits of mud.

Jessica knew about this meadow, but as young adults tend to do, she ignored the warnings. It wasn’t until yesterday that she learned that there was a good reason why this area was always cordoned off. She had spent almost an hour struggling to get out, and there was no one for miles to hear her cries for help. It was the closest she’d ever come to dying.

And yet, that night she spent another hour fingering herself, mind awash with fantasies. She needed to return here. And now here she was, naked and standing at the edge of her almost early grave.

“Am I really gonna do this?” she says. Jessica feels the answer between her thighs. A radiating warmth spreads throughout her body. Looking down, she can already see the slickness betwixt her legs. She’s soaking wet, and not from the heat. She bites her lip. Without another word she steps out of her rain boots and drops her rain coat. Barefoot now, she feels the wet dirt lick at her soles. It’s cold beneath her feet, but it only seems to feed the warmth inside her.

“Fuck yes I am!” she says, and promptly takes a step into the dark mud. She feels it oozing between her toes, and she watches with bated breath as it begins to climb up her shins. Her heart’s pounding in her head now, drowning out the sounds of the world. She takes another step forwards, and her legs almost buckle from under her. She has to fight the urge to finger herself now, but she knows that the deeper mud is out towards the center.

Steeling herself, she trudges forward. Each step drags her deeper into the mire and fuels the fire between her loins. She feels the mire’s grip travel up her calves, past her knees, and kiss at her thighs. By the time she reaches the center she’s slick with sweat. Her breath comes hard and heavy, both from physical exertion and sexual excitement. Her nipples are painfully erect, dying to be touched. She looks back at the trail of footprints she’s left in her wake, sees the distance she’s covered in her lustful trek.

“I’m so far away,” she begins, “and there’s no one around.” She casts a look down at her nude form. Her thighs are splatted with mud, as the mire below her continues to climb up her nubile body. It threatens to overtake her lower lips and rump. She feels her cheeks flush, the heat inside her is growing unbearable. With a shaky hand, she reaches down past her pubic mound, towards her moist pubis. She feels the wetness with her fingers, and before long a moan escapes her lips.

“Take me,” she whimpers, closing her eyes to savor the mud’s touch. She begins to rock her hips. It’s slow at first, but as she feels the mud crawl up her thighs and caress her womanhood her pace quickens. There’s a part of her that still resists her urges, that’s ashamed of what she’s doing. Violating herself in the heart of Mother Nature for the world to see.

And then the mud kisses her moist cleft, and the shame melts away. She shudders, arching her back and pushing her chest out. Moans and whimpers escape her flushed lips as she begins to hump the mud, straddling it like a sensuous lover. She feels the mire over take her mound and rump. She cries out, before using her fingers to open wide her lower lips. Mud floods inside her, invading her most intimate places. She screws her eyes shut, relishing in the violation.

I’m such a dirty slut, she thinks, before reaching down with her other hand. Her hands reach into the mud, pulling out a dark clump of wet earth. Without hesitation she slaps the handful onto her chest. Dark mud coasts her fair skin as she slathers it across her needy bosom. Grabbing another muddy clump, she brings her hand toward her neck. It feels cool and gentle across her skin, and as she brings her muddy fingers to her cheeks she gets a full breath of the mud’s scent. It’s earthy, with hints of the acrid sting of sulfur. It does nothing but turn her on even more, and soon her entire front is coated in dark mud.

“Take me please,” she moans out, her voice growing louder. Underneath the muddy surface, her hand plays with her engorged clit. A wicked thought crosses her mind as she reaches behind her and pulls apart her sunken cheeks. Mud enters her tight hole, and Jessica can’t help but scream. She’s never had something enter through there, and the sensation leaves her speechless.

The mud begins climbing up her ribs and navel now. Her rocking hips quicken their pace, eager to further entrench themselves in mud. Her body is covered in sweat and mud, which glisten in the midday sun light. She feels like a savage here, some primal woman who has become woefully trapped by the Earth, and the only thing she can do now is ride out the pleasure before her inevitable demise.

Her sensual struggles quicken her descent, and soon the mud reaches the undersides of her breasts. Her arms are trapped under the surface now, but she doesn’t care. In a matter of minutes, it squeezes her bosom like a rough lover, leaving her on the teetering edge of orgasm. Reduced to savage grunts, she climaxes hard when the mire kisses her hard nipples. Head thrown back, she screams into the meadow. Birds scatter at the noise, as sexual fluids flood into the mud. Jessica is left gasping for breath, thoughts scattering from her orgasm. Warmth spreads around her body like a raging fire, a sheer contrast to the soft chill of her muddy lover.

Jessica slumps forward. Her body is slick with sweat and mud, her breaths are hard and heavy. Her hair, once golden blonde, is now streaked brown by mud. Some of it lays on the surface, but most clings to her muddy form. Jessica takes a deep breath, feeling the mud press against her chest. She’s exhausted, her muddy escapade utterly tiring her. Casting a look down at herself, she catches the mud climbing up her bosom. It spills over her breasts and into her cleavage, nestling her chest in muddy bondage.

“I really did that?” Jessica asks herself. She begins to take stock of her situation as the afterglow begins to fade. I’m naked, tired, and I just finished fucking myself while sinking in mud, she thinks. To a normal person it would’ve been an abhorrent thing. Hell, the idea is beginning to sound horrible, now that Jessica thinks about it. But as she continues to sink deeper, the mud rubbing sensually against her nipples and clit, another thought enter Jessica’s mind.

Fuck, that feels good.

Feeling blindly, her fingers brush against her chest. Her nipples are still hard, and Jessica has to resist the urge to grope herself again. The mud is all encompassing, stimulating every crack and crevice on her nubile body. Jessica feels her cheeks warm as the mud begins to overtake her collarbone. Wiggling her hips, she feels the mud inside her stir. A moan leaves her lips as the mud caresses the sensitive and needy regions of her body.

“Fuck, how am I still so horny?” she whimpers, before casting a half worried glance around her. She’s so deep now, the ground is almost kissing her face. She sees that the meadow is empty, not even the birds dare to fly though the clearing. There’s nobody around to hear her. Nobody around to save her.

I should be scared, she thinks, before moaning again. She feels her hips rocking, feels the mud touch and grope her nude form. It inches up her shoulders, threatening to over take her head. By all accounts, she should be terrified. And yet, Jessica feels one hand reach for her breast, while the other reaches between her legs. What she says next isn’t a cry of fear, nor a plea for help.

“Please, take me deeper,” she begs. The mud seems to answer, consuming her shoulders and beginning to crawl up her neck. The weight of the mud around her begins to take its toll, slowing down her struggles. The pressure of the mud against her chest is making it hard for her to breath. Thoughts of asphyxiation and choking enter her lust addled mind as she sinks to her neck, but these only seem to heighten her arousal.

“Take me,” she says, “Fucking take all of me.” The mud ungulates around her. If someone didn’t know any better, her struggles would’ve looked like a genuine attempt at escape. But Jessica has no thoughts of escape, as the mud takes her past her neck and kisses her delicate chin. Her climax is coming closer, faster than before. She’s overstimulated, every part of her is kissed and fondled by the Earth itself. Her grunts are getting quieter, more in line with soft whimpers. She’s tired, but the fire between her thighs won’t stop burning. And so her hips keep rocking, her fingers keep rubbing, and the mud keeps fucking her with no end in sight.

She climaxes hard when the mud kisses her lower lip. Her body squirms and struggles, sexual fluids soaking into the mire. Her eyes widen as she’s left to whimper, a solitary island in a sea of mud. All that is left above the surface is her head and face. She can barely move now, the weight of mud is almost crushing on her exhausted person. And yet, Jessica rides out her orgasm. Mouth agape, she feels gritty mud at the corners of her lips. She doesn’t care though, as another orgasm is soon to follow. It’s unexpected, and her mind doesn’t know how to react. All that she can do is take it, as a weak moan escapes her mouth.

***

She doesn’t know how long she floated there, writhing in orgasmic bliss. Jessica’s first coherent thought is about how quiet the meadow is now. The ambient noises of nature have quieted, leaving serene silence in their wake. She reckons she must’ve dozed off, as the sky is darker now. What was once clear skies is now overcast. Looks like it’s about to rain, she thinks. She hopes her rain coat is where she left it, but she’s too tired and trapped to turn and search for it. Not that she cares, really.

Her head is tilted slightly back, enough to keep her mouth free without causing any discomfort. Her legs and hips are sore, but manageable. The heat inside her has died down, replaced with the comforting warmth of afterglow. It’s nice, floating here. She can still feel the mud inside her, but without the heat of lust its presence is far less stimulating. The mud holds her in a tight hug, but the feelings of breathlessness have faded. She finds that as long as she stays still and takes deep breaths, the mud is quite relaxing. It’s like receiving a nice, cool hug from the world itself.

I must look like a mess right now, she thinks. Her cheeks and chin are stained brown with mud. Her hair is filthy with muck and clings to her body. A small part of her thinks about how awful it will be to get home. Even with her rain coat and boots, she’ll still be mostly naked. She hopes to God that nobody spots her on her trek home. But a larger part of her wants to wallow for a bit longer. The mud is cool and smooth against her skin. And so, resolute in her decision, Jessica closes her eyes and relaxes. Nobody comes around these parts anyway, she thinks before dozing off again.

***

She’s awoken by raindrops hitting her skin. Groggily, she opens her eyes. It’s dark now, and the sounds of rainfall are all around her. Jessica feels a pang of fear in her chest. Oh shit, she thinks, how long was I out? She shuts her eyes as the rain picks up. Gritting her teeth, she curses under her breath. The rain and the dark of night are gonna make it nigh impossible to get home now. A pit of frustration grows inside her.

“Goddamn it,” she says aloud, before groaning. The rain has utterly ruined her good mood. Rolling her shoulders, she begins the process of extracting herself out of the mud’s grip. Straining, Jessica moves her arms and hands beneath the mud’s surface. It’s hard work, like moving through molasses, but eventually her hands resurface. They are followed by the rest of her arms, and Jessica allows herself to smile briefly.

The rain has become a downpour as Jessica lies on her back, pushing out with her arms and legs. It’s slow, grueling work. She’s exhausted by the time she slips her breasts out of the mud’s grip. Her chest heaves with each breath. Her lower half is still encased in thick, sticky mud. She casts a look down at herself, brow furrowing. She’s already dead tired, whatever energy she’s rejuvenated from her nap quickly draining with her struggles.

“At least I’m not sinking anymore,” she says, before sighing. Her throat is parched, and so she opens her mouth to the sky. Rain pours in, allowing Jessica to drink liberally. It’s refreshing at least, quenching whatever thirst she had. Jessica allows herself to relax for a moment, laying her back against the mud.

And then she feels it. Like a rumbling beneath her feet. It starts softly first, but it soon crescendos into an angry roil, as bubbles erupt from underneath her. Shocked out of her stupor, Jessica quickly sits up. She watches in fear as the mud begins to gobble her up again, making its way up her bosom. In a panic, she brings her arms down onto the surface, hard. There’s the slightest bit of resistance, before the mud takes her arms.

“No,” she begins, shaking her head. Fear races through her mind as she tries to rationalize the mud’s change in behavior. The answer comes fast, and she feels dread pool in her gut. The rain. A sound ahead grabs her attention. It’s like rushing water, like ocean waves hitting the beach. Another word enters her mind, and for the first time today she feels true, unadulterated terror. Mudslide.

It’s hard to see in the darkness and rain, but she hears it clear as day. An encroaching tide of muck, coming to drown her. She screams, hurrying her struggles. The mud doesn’t relinquish its grasp though, leaving Jessica to squirm helplessly. Tears mix with rainwater and mud as she hears the muddy tide grow closer.

“Someone help me!” she screams. There is no answer except the endless downpour of rain, and the approaching sounds of muddy doom. She sees it right before it hits her. It explodes out of the darkness, like a great beast ready to consume her. Jessica lets out one last desperate plea for help, before screaming.

Then, silence.