Quicksand Fans

Images manipulated by me, story bits too.

Humiliated by her superior officers, she had been stripped with several guns pointed at her.
She would not be their plaything! She lunged knocking one guard down and plowed past him out the door.
She heard the crack of a rifle, and then a muffled grunt, Followed by yelled orders. "Schnell! Schnell! mon Frau must not escape!"
Herr commandant Wanted to force his way on her- more than once, and much more than this night - He did not want her dead!
That was good, she had a headstart, and a slim chance to escape if she ran through the boggy moor-land.

That was when she tripped, falling onto all fours, she strained to push herself back up -

...but instead she began to sink.

The mire held her fast, seeming impossible to escape.

Footsteps approached, It was the officers and guards.

The Commandant scoffed, "Mon Frauline, your sinking in Drizftzand."
The other men had a burst of mocking laughter, before being silenced with a wave of the commandant's gloved hand.
She yelled, "You will never lay your hands on me!"
The Commandant, paused, "but we will save you form your peril. Should we not have a reward?"
She muttered, "Never!"
She struggled and cursed, but was only sinking down deeper, her full firm proud titanic breasts began to rest on the sand under her.

The commandant snorted, "If you will not agree to be my bed slave mon frau, I must leave your to your fate.
Ahh, but first"... The commandant started to disrobe, "no one defies me and lives."

Stuck like this he'd enter the quicksand behind her, and...
She grew angry and cursed loudly at them, She struggled and thrashed to get away...
But the quicksand may as well have been cement.

The other guards left, since they wouldn't be getting a turn. The Commandant's toadie officer, Stood next to a tree with his back turned to the scene as the Commandant continued to pass him articles of clothing. The Commandant then walked towards the edge of the quicksand,
"Scmitt!", He barked over her defiant protesting, "Wait here untill I am finished with her."
He looked down on her as she looked back over her shoulder terrified by the violation to come, he said casually, "well, someone will have to pull ME out"...

She renewed her efforts to break free. When the whistle of a thrown K-bar Struck home. The commandant fell dead instantly. His toadie was already sporting a Columbian necktie.

She was stunned when the American Commando, came out of the bushes and extended his hand, He said in english, "Please, let me help you"...
The rest of the story is up to you.

This model was a real bitch.

He'd decided that days ago, but repeated it now in his head.
She had been such a bitch that the other models would not work with her.
They had done their shoots at the beach for the Swimwear calendar, "Bikini Babes"
This woman was rude, crude, cruel and nasty... an absolute bitch.
The scene was perfect, huge mounds of volcanic ash made this beach seem like an alien landscape...
Meanwhile, the model was being a real bitch. Demanding her bring her this that and the other thing, instead of getting the shot done!
"Rodrigo", She barked angrily, "fetch me a bottle of cold spring water."
He ignored her.
The photographer asked her to take up another pose on the sand, and she started throwing a tantrum, again...

They were losing the light as she stormed off. He had to follow her, it was his job to get the pictures.
"wait up", he hollered at her back. She was some fifty meters ahead and now, instead of strutting, she ran.

...That bitch.

When suddenly a huge chunk of the beach, gave way beneath her. The hole was an arch, a semi-circle about seven meters across...

That bitch was at the bottom and in the middle of it. She screamed at the grainy loam she was splattered with.
The high walls and wind made her voice tiny, remote. No one would hear her cries.
She was thigh deep. The waves propelled by the rip tide, must have churned the grey ash under the surface.
"Hang on, I'll get you out."

She had forced her way over to the wall farthest away from him.
She started barking at him that she was going to sue him, the company, everyone she could.
She sank deeper, and the wet ash wall came away as clumps in her hands.
She could not climb out.

The photographer switched micro SD cards, a one terrabyte card. He switched his camera to record video.
He sat down, and filmed the whole thing as she kept being a bitch, leveling threats at him, the other girls...

As she sank deeper... and deeper...

She had gone to her "Secret spot" a sandy dry creek bed. She had intended to tan, and not get tan lines in the process.
For that Her bikini was going to have to come off. She surveyed the green leaved trees, and the shade they cast over the small stream.
The bend in the creek bed forced the flowing water to deposit the finest golden sand, atleast while the water was high.
During the summer months the flowing creek, was reduced to a much narrower stream on the far side. Maybe ten feet wide, and four feet deep.

Her spot seemed safe and clear. She turned to head back to her small car to get her sun bathing stuff. Beach towel, lotion, MPeg player, bottled water, she was mentally organizing her list When she suddenly lurched forward and down...

She was sinking. This sandy clearing was now, somehow, QUICKSAND!
She spotted a branch over her head. Quickly she removed her top and tossed one end over the branch.
She clung to the narrow strip of cloth as if her life depended on it... and it did.

A lone hiker was following an animal path alongside the creek and was suddenly surprised by the scene before him.
She gasped her shock at being seen this way, but regained her senses quickly, She pleaded, "Save me please, its QUICKSAND!"

what happens next...

Ayumi liked to go exploring, but this was the furthest thing from her mind.

Quicksand was something that only happened in movies...
Ayumi couldn't believe it.
She was such an unlucky girl to wander out into the middle of this ravenous death trap.
This was somehow her fault. she knew it.
Bubbles gurgled up and out over her thighs, as though through parting lips savoring her, slowly drawing her down.
Like udon being slurped up in slow motion, only that she was steadily going down.

"No, No, Not like this", she cried as angry tears welled up. She struggled to free herself but there was nothing to grab, nothing to pull on or to push against. There was only one inevitable way to go. Down.

She despaired and cried for a few moments too tired to anything else, but sink.
She had to try again, she had to fight this. She wipped away her tears and repeated her fruitless struggles.
She was still stuck, and most definitely sinking, perhaps slightly faster now.
That's when he came out of the bushes. She felt relief that she would be saved...
Until she saw his wicked smile.

"You seem to be in a tight spot", he smirked.
Ayumi said, "Please, help me."
"nuh ah ah", he wagged a finger, "quid pro quo. That means we agree to a trade".
What choice did she have? Ayumi asked, "what do you want"?
"You must do whatever I want." he said
Ayumi, said "fine".

He ordered her, "throw me your clothes"...
What happens next is up to you.

A few days latter, He chuckled sinisterly once he heard the cries of shock, bewilderment, surprise, and terrified vain struggles.
Another one had fallen into his trap...
He peered through a tiny gap through the foliage.
"I spy me a hipster"... He almost purred.
"take it all off jogger girl", He thought to himself.

Time for him to make his miraculous save...

A bit like the song by Sublime, "Date Rape", only he sang to himself
...."if it wasn't for quicksand, I'd never get laid"...

That's when things went out of control! what happens next is up to you.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OljUFBypUgk

and, I really need some more backgrounds...

A nice variety of situations! I especially like the first and third stories.

the first damsel is the amazing Tessa Fowler... anytime you want to use her in a scene is great

in my mind the bikini is too fragile to hold her weight and rips... she sinks slowly, pleading for help... and eventually, i do
but she's got a bit of struggling to do first

Nice combo of prose and images. Good work.