Though this swamp is completely new to you, you are here for a purpose. You are here looking for a nice place to sink. At first you always feel a bit out of place when you are out exploring wearing nothing but your yellow bikini. Exposing that much skin in this environment would probably seem like a very foolish idea to most people, but you are well aware of the risks of insect bites, leeches, thorns, and worse. It makes you feel a bit uncomfortable, but you know it will be worth it. You would be much more worried about your safety if you were alone, but you are most certainly not. The observer is putting some effort into hiding his presence, but watching you is obviously more important to him than remaining undetected. You can hear him, whenever he moves from one cover to his next. Turning around to look at him is not necessary and would only ruin the mood. You always know where he is. So you go on with your explorations, testing every mud puddle that would show itself between the moss and leaves and bare earth. All is damp, but what little mud you find is just ankle-deep at best. Then you notice some water surfaces up ahead in the distance, betrayed by what little sunlight makes it through the leaf ceiling above. You just know it has to be there. Your instincts clearly tell you there are some deep bogs that way, and they have never lied to you about that.
With renewed enthusiasm and at a much quicker pace than before, you walk towards that area. In fact you are almost running and only when you remind yourself to stay calm and savor every moment do you slow down to your normal exploration speed. And after all you would not want to lose your follower. Judging from the noises coming from behind, he is closing in to his usual distance again. You might have caught him a little off guard by dashing off like this. Your attention returns to what lies ahead of you. The ground there looks different, mostly covered with moss and leaves, some patches of peat and farther ahead a few spots covered by water. You have never seen anything quite like it, but you know you are onto something here. You close your eyes for a moment and ponder your next move. Should you proceed carefully and probe the ground before every step or should you jump right in and see what happens.
[[go on carefully->a02]]
[[hop right in->a03]]
The second option is tempting, but you decide to contain your excitement and carefully proceed forward until suddenly the moss underneath your foot moves down from your weight. But it does not let you break through, it only yields a little and the surrounding surface reacts by bopping up and down slightly. Slowly you shift more of your weight forward, testing how much of it the ground would support. You are almost disappointed as you discover that it can carry your entire weight. Now with both feet on this unstable surface, you again slowly walk forward. It feels like walking on a giant sponge and maintaining your balance on it is not too easy. It also feels like you could start to sink into this with any step. That thought, whenever it occurrs to you, sends a wave of arousal through your body that makes it harder to stay calm. You want to move away from the safe ground though. Things would be so much more interesting if you are out of reach. You also avoid the visible patches of peat for now, though you very much like the look of them. About a minute passes like this with you choosing every step carefully. Now you are at least twenty feet from the stable ground, and you cannot not even tell how much farther the spongy area extends. You are certain that you are not even close to its center yet, but that does not matter much. Now you are out far enough to get a little careless. At first you try rhythmically shifting your weight from one side to the other and back, causing the whole surface to move in waves all around you. You continue to put more force into it and the waves grow bigger, but the moss keeps carrying you as before. You could try even harder, but decide that the moss carpet has passed this test and move on to the next one. You attempt to jump with both feet. It is only meant to be a feeble, small jump for starters, but your feet do not even leave the soft moss. Instead the elastic surface has simply absorbed the energy that was meant get you into the air. So you try jumping a little higher and this time your feet actually lift from the heaving ground, but you cannot keep your balance and land on your left side. The ground is reacting to all the movement as before and you are really enjoying it even though this is not exactly what you have come for.
As you get up however, you determine that it is about time to get serious about sinking. You pick a nice, invitingly black patch of peat that is sparingly covered by a few leaves. It is even farther away from the edge - at about another twenty feet, but you only make it halfway there, before your right leg breaks through the surface. You gasp in genuine surprise, as this is not the spot you have chosen. It is a pleasant surprise though, because in a way you would be a little disappointed if this bog is too predictable.
You just cannot resist the temptation of this inviting green and black surface that lies in front of you. How deep this area is or how quickly you would sink you do not know, but exactly this uncertainty makes your excitement grow beyond bounds. Standing there you feel your pulse quickening, not only feeling but also hearing every beat of your own heart. After taking two deep breaths, you step back a few paces, then dash forward and jump - aiming to land as far out in the bog as possible and to plunge right in. Your feet touch the green moss carpet which gives way for a few inches, before bouncing back and causing you to lose your balance and trip over. It has not given way as you would have expected. You fall onto the soft moss which wobbles all around you in response to your sudden arrival. Though this is not going according to your plan, you rather like this new experience. This is the first bog that has ever played "hard-to-sink" with you. As you rise to your feet, you are already looking for the next spot to try and break through. Of course you could simply step into one of the spots with exposed peat on top, but that option would remain for later if needed. For now you have decided to take on the bog's challenge and try to get down the hard way. So you walk out farther into the bog, noticing how the soft surface bounces up and down with every step. Every other step you put your foot down a little harder to see if it has any effect, but it barely makes any discernable difference. Then you try to run a few steps. The surface heaves and bounces a little more and longer after that, but that is all it does. Well, that and it almost makes you fall again. By now you are a little more than twenty feet from the edge, and you are still far from the center of this vast bog.
It feels interesting, exciting, and in a way very arousing, to be so far away from solid ground, but now you really want to get serious about sinking - that and maybe going even farther from the edge. So you pick a nice big black patch far out and started jogging towards it. The thought of maybe starting your descent before reaching that goal adds nicely to your excitement. And then it finally happens and your left foot penetrates the green moss layer.
Your leg has sunken in past your knee. A first feeble attempt to pull it free changes nothing. You can feel the wet peat mixture engulfing it and holding it in place through suction. Then you place the other foot a little closer and push down, while tugging at the mired leg with both hands. The left leg breaks the surface as well and becomes mired just as deep. Now things are starting to get really interesting. You take on the role of damsel in distress for your own enjoyment as well as that of your watcher. For starters you are pretending to look for something to hold on to, and also performing some half-hearted escape attempts by pulling on your thighs. You are quite satisfied with your acting performance. You are not so satisfied with the lack of sinking however, which is a little odd, because you can feel no solid ground underneath your feet. Apparently the tiny roots and other material are enough to support you. After all you only weigh very little, being five feet short and very slim. So you try harder, twisting and pulling until suddenly you drop a few inches, and then slowly keep sinking deeper. Now, you decide, is the time for the damsel to call for help, and so you do: "Help me! Somebody help! I'm stuck in a bog... and sinking!" A few moments later the answer comes from the watcher, your boyfriend Tom: "Don't panic! I'm here to help. Just stay calm, Miss." You notice the "Miss" added at the end, an unnecessary reminder that you are acting as strangers to one another for the purpose of this little game. He has now left his hiding place and comes into view, wearing those blue bathing trunks and nothing else. He, too, seems somewhat out of place in that outfit, but you refrain from asking the "stranger" why he is walking around in the swamp like this. It would only harm the mood. Besides, you really like seeing him like that, revealing so much of his tall muscular body to you. He also carries a rope with him, a very short rope - with it's five feet length it is much to short to be of any actual use at such a distance. And it is so on purpose. You can hardly wait to see him struggle to get to you, having him sink with you, doing all the naughty things you like to do in quicksand.
Distracted by such thoughts you notice that you have stopped sinking again only with some delay. Even though you are no deeper than almost to your crotch in the bog, your descent has again come to a halt. Pretending to struggle, when you are actually trying to get deeper, you say: "That's easier said than done, Mister. You're not the one sinking in quicksand. Please hurry and help me!" Tom is walking along the edge, examining the bog, or at least pretending to do so. His eyes are mostly on you actually. The two of you continue the little improvised dialogue and you try harder and harder to get herself to sink again, but the bog would not take you, until finally you decide to change plans.
[[undress and seduce Tom->a05]]
[[leave this spot and look for a deeper one->a06]]
"Hey, Mister. I think I have been overreacting a bit here. Looks like I'm not getting any deeper anymore," you say and then add in a more seductive tone: "Actually, this does not feel so bad, so I'm in no hurry to get out anymore either. But I could still use some company. How about it, big boy?" You know from experience there are ways for the two of you to have fun in a situation like this, even if you cannot go very deep. While maintaining eye contact with your boyfriend you reach behind your back and undo your bikini top. Slowly you let it slip off, smiling at his open-mouthed expression. You are well aware that he loves it when you get all nude in a bog for him, and you do not mind either. The air is warm with high humidity, and there is nobody else around for miles, so you continue with your bikini bottom - pulling teasingly at the string until it comes off. You throw your bikini a little ways towards him, landing it on the spongy ground out off both his as well as your own immediate reach. You know you are pushing all the right buttons on him, the growing bulge in his bathing trunks serves as confirmation to that. He should step onto the moss and get over to you any second now. His smile tells you so. You cover your breasts and your clit with your arms and continue in that seductive voice: "Come. Come and g.." That sentence however is aborted by the bog suddenly taking you down to your hips. You look down and see yourself sinking again. It feels different from your earlier sinks in other bogs. It is as if the sponge had a crack that was growing and allowing your own body and the surrounding loose peat to fill it. You make the transition back to damsel mode: "Maybe I was a little hasty to say I'm not sinking anymore. Can you get me out of here, Mister? Please!"
Tom answers to your pleadings: "Don't worry! I'll figure something out. But first I shall return this favor." Then he strips down his bathing trunks and puts his erection into plain sight. He tosses the trunks into the bog towards the bikini. Now all the clothing either of you has brought is resting there on the soft moss outside your reach. On your earlier sinks he usually did not strip before he was well into the mud. You are quite satisfied that he has followed your lead, and you are looking forward to seeing him sink even more now. Kneeling down at the edge he tries throwing the rope, though it is obviously useless. "Just how did you get this far into the bog?" he asks. You almost laugh at this feeble attempt with the rope, not just because of it's futility, but also because he is not even looking at the rope as he throws it, he is looking at you all along - observing your belly as it slowly disappeared into the mire. You do some struggling from time to time, partly for the show, but also to prevent your descent from stopping again, before you reach floatation point. The mud feels good on your skin, and you could hardly wait to see your boyfriend get closer and join you. You long to see him step onto the unstable moss, wondering whether it would carry his weight as far out as it has carried yours. In your mind's eye he is already sinking, struggling to get closer with his well-trained body becoming more and more engulved in the mud. He does various sports and always keeps in shape and you are glad about that, even though the only kind of sport you care about personally is what you are doing right now - struggling in a bog. With another sudden drop you sink to your breasts. You put both arms on the surface and allow the bog to support your firm, perky breasts a little, a view that Tom would certainly enjoy. "Don't struggle! You're only making yourself sink faster!" he urges and you call back: "Help! Don't let me drown here! Please, do something!". Tom is still examining the bog's edge, occasionally probing the moss with one foot and keeping up conversation. All the time he is also observing you and how you are still sinking deeper. The peat is now touching the nipples on your breasts. You wait a little longer until your chest is almost gone, then push down with both hands against the boggy surface, causing that part of your body which Tom is so fond of, to briefly reemerge. You then kept the hands in the bog, pretending they are now stuck there. All the while your pleading and Tom's stalling goes on. You are growing quite excited, because you have rarely been able to sink this deep without helping it along. The mire now reaches your armpits and you are still sliding in deeper. At the same time you are also getting a little worried. That odd cold, watery feeling down at your feet is something you have never experienced before and you are not quite sure what to make of it. You lift your arms back to the surface, but that costs your another few inches and sends you down to your shoulders into the bog. You wait for a moment, expecting to float and stop sinking, but that does not happen. Then you tell your boyfriend: "Help me! I'm still sinking, Tom!" You try to hold onto some of the moss that has been so supportative earlier, but when you shift your weight onto it, it breaks and lets your hand slide through. You do so repeatedly with the patches of moss within your reach, but only succeeded in pulling yourself up to your armpits, while damaging the innocent plantlife all around you. Your boyfriend is still just observing, though you are now seriously trying to get out. "Come on! Move it! I might drown here." you say with some anger. He is still playing, calling you "Miss" or "Lady". "Dammit, get me out of here, Tom!" is the line you use as the bog reclaims your shoulders. Even that does not work on him, and you know you need the safeword. You and Tom agreed on one back on your first sink, but there has never been any need for it. If only you would remember it now. Stress situations and long term memory usually don't go too well with one another and you are no exception to that. You try to calm down and finally remember what you have been wanting to say, then you blurt out the word "Bumblebee!" followed by "Help me, Tom!". Tom's pleased expression suddenly turns into a puzzled one accompanied by the question: "What?". That's when you realize he has forgotten it, too. "Our safeword. Bumblebee, dammit! Now help me!" you reply with your shoulders disappearing into the quivering peat. It takes a few moments to dawn on Tom: "Are you in trouble, Amy? I mean, for real?" You usually think it kind of cute, that he could be so slow to grasp things, but not this time. No, certainly not this time. "Yes! Deep trouble. Now don't just stand there!" you snap back at him.
You look for something - anything - to hold onto and find a patch of moss behind you that is intact though partially submerged. In an attempt to stop your sink, you hold onto it with one hand careful not to damage it. Your descent stops as you have hoped, but your heart sinks anyway, when you see Tom performing a very foolish act. He is carelessly running across the unstable surface towards you. You warn him: "Careful! Tom! Get down, spread your weight!" But he does not listen. The spongy ground quivers in response to his steps and even though you very much hoped to see him sink not so long ago, you would rather not have that happen now. In fact a few minutes ago, you would also have very much enjoyed seeing him running around on the moss naked, risking to break through any moment. But this is serious now, and he should know better than doing something so reckless. "Tom! Slow down! You have to be careful!" you keep calling, but he ignores it. He almost stumbles and falls once, but that does not slow him down much and just when you are getting your hopes up that he might actually make it, his left leg vanishes down to its knee between the moss. He falls forward and gets down onto his right knee. The situation does not look good, but it also could be worse. He should be able to free his leg. And he has come pretty close, too. This should still work, if he keeps cool now. "Tom! Keep pulling steadily. Just take care not the damage more of the moss that supports you, and you'll be fine." you advise, but he still would not pay attention to your words. He just says "Amy, hold on! I'm coming," while he frantically tugs at the leg. Then he tries to get more leverage by placing his right foot onto the moss carpet and pushing down. Before you can warn him not to do that, he is already stuck with both his legs down to his knees. Despite your advise, he keeps struggling like a first-time sinker and suddenly is swallowed to his upper thighs. This is not going too well and you try to come up with new ideas that might help. You have by now realized that this whole place is floating on water and that you are sinking through. There have even been some spots of bare water off in the distance, possibly holes in this floating layer of peat and moss where one might in theory swim and reemerge.
Trouble is, in your current position you cannot see those holes anymore, you only have a vague idea where they should be - far away, and you would have to get down through completely, before you could hope to dive to them. You just know you cannot do it. Even Tom, though he can hold his breath very long and dive great distances, would not make it. So you keep this idea to yourself and think of other ways to get out. He goes deeper quickly while struggling and soon his bare, still erect member is enveloped as well. You are worried, but also a little angry. Your boyfriend first would not listen to you, when you ask for his help, and then, when he finally comes to your rescue, he would not listen to anything you say either. But finally he pays some attention when you shout "Spread your weight!". He lies down on the surface before him. Though he is facing you and you cannot see past his upper body lying in front of you, you still have the feeling that he is getting deeper. The uncertainty in his voice when he says "Don't move, Amy! I'll get you." adds to that feeling. You tell him to proceed carefully and you can see that he is now doing as you say. Slowly he crawls closer to you. While watching him, you are still thinking of an alternative rescue plan. Maybe by carefully shifting some more of your weight onto the moss, that you are holding onto underneath the bog's surface, you can slowly float up. But you would have to be very careful. If you tear this patch from the large body of the plant that was forming the green carpet all around, your last chance to pull yourself out would be gone. He is still much too far away for you to reach, when he says "It's not working. I just keep sinking through." That's when you decide to give your new plan a try. Even if it works it might take a long time for you to free yourself, and at this rate your boyfriend might go under before then. So you tell him to stay calm, but again he does not listen. Quite to the opposite, he is now trying even harder to get himself out. You are leaning back onto the submerged moss cushion, allowing the bog to take a little more of your neck, while the rest of your body slowly floats upward. It is working, you can feel your feet slowly rising, but as yet you are not certain, whether your cushion would remain intact indefinitely. You try to explain to Tom and calm him down, but he just will not stay still. His macho ego probably cannot accept, that he might actually be saved by you, instead of the other way around. So he has to keep trying even though it is obviously useless. He is heavier and there is simply no way he can drag himself back onto the soft moss. By now he is already down to his shoulders and still sinking. Actually you cannot see his shoulders anymore, patches of moss and other small plantlife are partially obstructing the view. All you see is his head, but you can imagine the rest. You have continually told him to stop struggling, and it looks like he finally heeds your advice again. He ss still sinking, albeit slower now. You are making some good progress, your shoulders and the back of your head are resting on the mossy patch, while the rest of your submerged body is suspended at an angle of roughly 45 degrees and slowly floating up. He is sinking out of your field of view and you feel it necessary to say something reassuring, now that you have lost eye-contact with him: "Tom, stay calm! I'll get us out. Just hold on a little longer." You want to go on and make him understand what you are doing, but then he starts telling you how sorry he is for all this. He apologizes for leading you here and for his carelessness. You do not really think an apology is necessary and think this is just as much your fault as it is his, but you let him talk anyway, because you can tell he is still breathing as long as he does. You are coming closer to freeing yourself by the minute and finally dare to pull one foot up and place it on the layer of moss opposite to your cushion. Now you can distribute your weight even better and find yourself lying in the soft peat, almost like in a cozy bed. Next you have to drag yourself away from this hole in the moss mattress, you have created. You try to reach the green lifesafer behind you with both arms while pushing against it on the other side with your feet. It works and you feel the soft moss slide under your back, but at the same time your feet have lost contact with the other edge of the hole and your legs and behind are slowly going down again. You want to take it slow and by placing your weight correctly prevent yourself from sinking as you have done before. "I love you, Amy." Tom says. He has been talking the whole time, but with this sentence he stops. You cannot see him, but that does not have to mean, he has gone under. Your weight is after all causing a slight depression in the moss and you cannot yet rise up and see to his hole in the moss cover. "Tom? Are you still there? Tom?!" you ask but there was no reply. Then you roll over onto your belly and continue with your extraction as quickly as you can. You feel the cushion you have used earlier fall apart and some more of the moss carpet is damaged by you as you drag yourself onto it. It is a bit reckless, but you gain spongy ground faster than you lose it. At last you come free from the peat. It has been exhausting and normally you would like to rest now, but there is no time for that. You see Tom's hand going under, hurry around the boghole you have just escaped from and towards his fingers that are just slipping under. You are moving on all fours as quickly as you can, but do not arrive in time before Tom's hand disappears. "No! Don't leave me!" you say in terror and reach into the peat with one hand while lying down on the spongy green beside it. You feel something, grab it. It is him. At first you want to pull, but then realize that he is already doing that, and you have to take care not to get pulled in or damage the surface you are lying on. So you just stayed still, trying to distribute your weight evenly and staying out of the dark peat.
His hands are moving up your arm until eventually a head appears gasping for air. You are so relieved. "Tom, you're alive. I thought I was too late. I'm so glad you're ok. Let's get you out of there." you say. He is still wiping peat out of his face. You think it looks kind of cute on him. His left hand is still holding onto your upper arm.
Leaning forward and carefully shifting your weight onto the moss carpet that lies in front of you, you are starting to pull your legs up out of the bog's embrace. The suction does not allow you to pull them out quickly, but the slow and steady approach works well enough. While you do that, you are also pondering how to integrate that action into your little roleplay. "I think I may be getting free if I do it like this." you say, not yet knowing how to keep the act up. Tom has already realized that you are now pulling yourself free for real and is thinking about his next step as well. Of course you could simply drop the roleplaying and do what you would usually do in a nice deep bog with your boyfriend. Suddenly he says: "Drat, you're the first one to ever get out of there." You had just pulled your right leg free when you hear those words and give Tom a puzzled look for a moment. He then adds "Ehrr. Oops." You come to realize what he is trying to do. "The first one?" you ask in an accusing tone, "You mean there were others? And you let them sink?!" Then in an even louder more upset tone "And... is that what you were going to do to me? Just watch and let me drown??". He acts the slightly embaressed, found-out villain "That's uhmm,... I guess you got me there." Then in a more confident voice he adds: "Now that you know, I guess I can't let you leave." The other leg is almost free. You observe Tom as he stands there at the edge of the bog, ready to intercept you and prevent your escape, then you look in the opposite direction where the bog stretches on and on. So this is going to be the way he wants you to try and escape now, or at least the place where you are going to look for a boghole willing to let you slide in deeper.
"Try to follow me if you dare!" you call out defiantly "I'm not coming to you." Then you begin walking the other way. The spots of black peat are, again, tempting you, but for the time being you avoid them, waiting for Tom's answer to your invitation. When you hear him call "You won't get far that way!", you at first suspect that he is going to stay and watch, but then he adds "Dammit! I better make sure you don't." and steps out the moss covered bog.
[[allow him to catch you->a10]]
[[try to evade him->a11]]
Slowly some naughty thoughts are returning to you, but you push them back. The two of you have yet to get to safety. And before that, he has to get out of that hole. You cannot simply pull him out, even if you have the strength, you would only go down with him. Tom places one hand on the moss blanket to try and lift himself up, carefully, but it disintegrates under his weight like earlier, even though he now has the added support from holding onto your arm as well. He tries a few times before he gives up on this approach. "Climb onto me!" you cannot really believe you have just said that. Immediately you know that this suggestion has surfaced purely because of your desire for a little more body contact than just holding one another's arm. He will surely refuse this stupid idea. "No, if something goes wrong you'll sink down with me. We can't risk that. I can't risk that." Tom answers. Only then do you realize that your suggestion is actually making sense, it would allow him to spread his weight onto a much bigger surface area through you. That is all it would take for him to come free. So you try and persuade him. He gives in without much argument and says "Alright, but you'll let me know at once if my weight is too much!" That is fine with you. You just lie near the bog's edge while he gets to your side and ready to drag himself up onto you. He lets go of your arm, and a second later you can already feel his hands on your back and thigh. With your left arm free you remove it from the peat and instead placed it on the moss carpet in front of you to add to weight distribution. Then you can feel him pushing down on you. Your leg and your belly are pressed deeper into the soft moss, and you do your best to spread the added weight to the rest of your body. A few seconds later you notice his head on your lower back, breathing up your spine. You are doing fine so far, you are only a little worried whether the moss blanket can deal with the stress long enough. The weight increases again as he goes on to pull his torso onto you. What is more of a problem than the weight, is the fact that he is pulling you towards the hole every time he pulls more of himself out. This means you constantly have to cling onto the moss in order not to get pulled in. Despite all that you cannot help but feel aroused by his touch. He is gliding over you with little friction onto the carpet of green to your right. Both you and Tom are covered in slippery mud well enough. You also take notice of his still erect member as it slides across your back. So you are not the only one who is feeling horny. Then his legs follow and the extra load is almost off you. The plan has actually worked. When you move over to his side, you see a noticeable depression remain where you have been lying. With a little bad luck this could easily have given way and you are reminded that you still need to get off this bog. You crawl all the way out. For an instant you think about getting your bikini, but that would be a detour. Besides, for what you have in mind with Tom, you do not need a bikini. But that has yet to wait until you are safe. Then as soon as you are on moist but firm ground, you embrace him. Now you and your boyfriend can finally give in to your desires. Whether you will ever come back to this place is yet uncertain, but under no circumstances will either of you ever forget it.
Now, to allow him to catch up a little, you are going extra-careful and slow. He walks at a steady pace and he would close the distance in no time, if only he would not break through the spongy surface several times on the way to you. It also takes him quite some time to free his legs from the bog each time. Apparently his weight makes it harder for him to walk on this swamp than it is for you. Either that or he just has a streak of bad luck. You enjoy to watch him a little, but it is hard to go so slow with a pursuer and still be credible. Anyway, he is about to finally reach you, and so you pick up speed and pretending not to look where you are going, heading straight for the next big black peaty area. The peat welcomes your feet, your shins, knees, thighs - all in one second - before gradually slowing your descent. Even so your buttocks are half gone before you have finished calling out "Oh nooooo!" Tom comes to a halt behind you and looks down on his sinking victim in delight. "Please help me! I'm getting deeper fast!" you plead.
You are indeed sinking rapidly. Even though you barely move, the quicksand is already rising up your belly. "I might help you, if..." Tom starts and you glance back at him, "... if you would let me have that bikini of yours." he finishes the sentence while getting down on his knees as close to you as he can by the edge of the boghole. Keeping your role in mind, you hestitate for a moment. It also gives you time to take notice of how quickly the swamp is greedily swallowing more and more of your petite form. "I... guess I don't have much of a choice." you say, reaching behind your back to take off the bikini top. Tom intercepts your hands and starts to take it off himself while saying "I will handle that, you can retrieve the other part from down there." Your ribs are disappearing one after another into the black substance now. You reach down into it with your right hand to fetch the bikini bottom, just as the "villain" has told you to do. Finally this will enable you to enjoy your sink to its fullest, allowing the peat to touch you everywhere, fill every crevice. The suction causes you some trouble as you pull your arm up again, and by the time the bikini bottom is freed, your now bare breasts are already in contact with the bog's surface. The bikini ends up being throw in the general direction of the bog's edge, resting peacefully on the green plantlife. Now that you have rid yourself of what little clothing you have brought, you asked to be rescued in turn "I did it, now please get me out of here!". But there is no response. Your boyfriend has moved to your side where he can get a good look at your chest as it is consumed by the mire, and his mind is obviously not on the dialogue. You have to repeat that sentence twice before he reacts: "Oh... uhm... I said I 'might' help you, but I have not really made up my mind yet." He is really talking to those perky breasts that are disappearing into the black peat - his eyes are fixated on them all the time until they are finally gone.
You are still going down, even though the mud has reached your armpits. By now, you would have expected to float, but you do not mind and instead keep playing the damsel pleading for rescue with lines like: "Please, you can't let me drown here!" or "Don't let me die! I'll do anything you want" or your favorite "Help me! I'm getting deeper." You also do some struggling for show when your shoulders vanish into the black peat. Your boyfriend obviously shares at least part of your arousal, as you can tell not only from his behaviour but also from the bulge in his bathing trunks. You are glad to have Tom close at hand, otherwise you would not feel as comfortable sinking this deep and you could not fully enjoy it they way you do right now. After sinking steadily down to your chin you can feel the peat getting more watery down at your feet. It strikes you as unusual for an instant before you dismiss the thought and go on to plead for rescue. Tom is mostly just watching you now, barely capable of a word at the grand show you provid for him. It is kind of cute when he is speechless like that. The bog has reached your lower lip and you are already instinctively tilting your head back a little before you even realize it. In order to slow your sinking and just enjoy the swamp's embrace a little longer you cease all that fake struggling. At that moment you have not yet decided whether to go as far as to do a total submersion for Tom, but either way you want to slow it down a little. It hardly has any effect however. You tilt your head back more and more, and the peat climbs up your cheeks without your consent. Now you are actually getting strangely worried at this unusual bog. You imagine sinking through a floating layer of peat and moss into a watery grave down below. "Help me! I'm getting deeper." it is the same line, only now you actually mean it. Panic is about to settle in, as your lover just keeps watching you, despite your very real need for some help. You are struggling and pleading for real now, and still sinking. The green, moss-covered edge of your not-so-little sinkhole is mostly out of reach too. Only behind you some of the green seems to be within reach. You grab and pull at it, but all you achieve is tearing out some grass and moss without getting any closer to safety. "Tom, I really need your help! I can't get out. I can't even stop sinking!" The mire has reached your ears and you are forced to look almost straight up, just to keep your mouth above the surface. You are reaching towards Tom with one arm, while the other is submerged with the rest of your body.
You somehow have to get through to him and let him know this is not part of the play. There is that safeword you and Tom have agreed on back on your first sinking adventure, but you have never needed it. You have forgotten what that word is. Naturally you try to recall it, but you only have a moments left before it would be too late for you to say it. Those moments pass and when you finally remember your mouth is already submerged, only nose and eyes still above the surface, and that arm you are still holding out to your boyfriend. You try to say it anyway through the mud but it does not get through in any comprehensible way. Pushing down with the arm, your are able to rise just enough for an instant to say it loud and clear: "Bumblebee!" Then you sink back down again. Tom looks puzzled and that is also the last expression you see on his face before everything goes black. Black and silent. And very wet down at your feet. So you are really sinking down into a body of water. For a moment you instinctively attempt to push yourself back up to the surface so you could breathe, but of course that does not work. Now you can only hope that Tom has understood and that he will rescue you in time. So, hoping for his help you reach up with just one hand and manage to break the surface with it. You are still sinking, the bog is almost at that hand's wrist and it will not take long until it is gone completely.
For a moment it feels like something is moving towards you. Temporarily you feel a little more pressure from the mud that is embracing you all around. Maybe this is caused by Tom getting closer to reach out for your hand. Maybe you are just imagining things. Either way, you are still sliding in deeper and your fingers are slipping under too, even though you try your best to stretch yourself and keep that hand above the surface. Suddenly something touches your hands, then grabs it. Tom is pulling you up. His other hand grabs your arm and you are rising quickly now. Your head resurfaces and you gasp for air. Before you even get to wipe some muck from your face and open your eyes, Tom asks you: "Is something wrong, Amy? You said 'Bumblebee', our safeword." Eyes still closed and to your chin in the mire you reply "Yes, something was very wrong. Didn't you realize I was really trying to get out. Without you I would have drowned here, but thank goodness you..." Finally you have removed enough peat from your face to open your eyes. What you see is not quite what you have expected. "What are you doing in here?! You are supposed to stay out of the sinkhole when you rescue someone!" you tell your boyfriend who is to his belly in the same boghole as you. "Are you telling me, that you were actually going under against your will, like in the movies?" You are getting a little frustrated about wasting precious time explaining the situation to your boyfriend. He is gradually sinking deeper, holding you at about neck deep for now. "Yes, that's what I'm saying. We have to do something. Let's get you out before you sink too deep, quick!" you urgue for some action. But Tom disagrees "No, wait. We can't do that. You'll drown while I free myself. First let's just get you closer to the edge so you have something to hold onto." For a moment you want to protest, but then you admit to yourself, that he is right. It will take Tom some time to get out, if he can do it at all at this depth. You would very likely be long gone before he would be free. So you let him pull you towards him and closer to the green edge. He is holding onto it with the other hand in order not to move away from it himself. The peat offers more resistance than expected and it takes about a minute until you are close enough to get a good grip on the green moss carpet surrounding the sinkhole. You are to your shoulders in the bog now, Tom has sunken deeper down to his chest. Some of the moss and grass he has been holding onto has broken apart from the stress of pulling and probably also from his weight on it, but there's still more for him to reach and prevent himself from sinking deeper. You do have some doubts about him being able to get out though. He is stronger than you, but also heavier. And by now he is mired almost as deeply as you are.
[[help yourself first->a08]]
To make things a little more interesting you run away and put some more distance between yourself and Tom. The moss cover heaves heavily as you run across it. Of course this quick movement might just as easily earn you another descend. That just makes it all the more exciting. Tom stumbles around rather clumsily and his feet find one hole in the moss carpet after another. He manages to pull out his leg rather quickly each time, but all in all it does slow him down considerably. "Is that the best you can do? And I thought you were seriously trying to catch me." you tease him. You have wandered farther out into the moor and Tom has not come any closer to you yet. He is again tugging at one of his legs and you just stand there and provoke him with comments like: "Oooh, I'm so scared.", "I don't have all day, Mister." and "Are you sure you know your way around this place? 'cause it does not look like it from where I'm standing." Finally your remarks achieve the desired effect. He starts dashing towards you, completely disregarding any precautions. Your pulse quickens at the sight and you start running to your left to try and evade him. The surface bounces underneath both your and his feet. He is actually closing in pretty fast as you try to pass him by and get back to stable ground. You look forward again and do your best to avoid the black bare peat spots while running and occasionally stumbling at top speed. Then you hear a mixture of a splashing and slurping sound behind you. Tom has come to a sudden halt. He is down to his bathing trunks in the black gooey stuff, part of which dots the moss in front of him, as well as his belly and chest. You suppress a loud laugh at the sight for a moment. Then you wonder why you should, because it actually fits your role and so you let it out. This is obviously not what Tom, the villain, had in mind. You watch his struggles from a safe distance. He is actually sinking deeper even though he appears to try to get out for real. Some giggles at his clumsiness escape you. The trunks along with the bulge you noticed in them disappear from your sight. You discard your intentions to leave towards safe ground for now. This show is just to good to miss.
"Well, Mister. Looks like you're the one in trouble now," you proclaim with a grin. He clutches at the moss layer in attempts to get himself out of the hole his descend created, but all that does is break more of it. "I was not seriously going to harm you. I was just making fun and trying to scare you a little." he says in an apologetic tone, then adds "Help me out of here, please." as the mire claims his abs. So he is making the transition from villain to maybe-not-that-evil-after-all guy. Either that, or it is just a trap for the damsel to get careless enough to step within his reach. You consider falling for the trap but eventually decide against it. "Even if I were to believe you, I can't safely reach you. It looks very unstable there," you throw a new hurdle at him to see how he will react. He is thrashing around all the time and ruining more of the moss layer within his reach. You wonder whether he is doing that intenionally or not. Then he reaches for you with both hands and pleads "Please, you can reach me quite easily." It is true. You would just have to get one step closer and you could simply grab his hands, but now it is your chance to let him sink a little more. You take a tiny step forward and watch the moss under you feet. "Sorry, I don't think it's safe. And I'm still not convinced that I should trust you," you play for some more time, and watch the bog slowly consume his ribs. Suddenly he reaches down into the peat with boths hands and bends down slightly. You are not sure what he is doing down there, until he brings his muddy bathing trunks to the surface. "Here, hold on to these," he extends them to you, as if that would increase his range in any effective manner. That might be fun to use his trunks as a sort of very short improvised rope, but these were a bit too expensive to be torn apart like that. "No, I don't think so," you refuse, and then switch to a different game plan: "I think I would rather watch you go deeper... or even under. The thought is kind of exciting." So you let him keep his trunks and instead take the villain role away from him. He appears baffled for a moment. Obviously he had not expected that from you. Then he ditches the useless trunks onto the green moss a few feet away from him before he resumes his struggles.
The swamp engulves his chest. You watch his helpless struggles. All his strength and athletic shape seem useless against the mire. You find yourself getting more and more aroused at the view. If you simply gave in to your desires, you would just hop right in now, but you want to keep playing for a while longer. And you know he likes that too. There are a few other things he would probably enjoy as well, like you showing some of the agitation you feel. You allow yourself to fondle with your breasts a little and reach down between your legs with the other hand. All the while you keep your eyes locked on your boyfriend who is still fighting the losing battle against the bog, and occasionally pleading for some help from you. It is time to get rid of this constraining bikini, and so you take it off and dump it near Tom's bathing trunks. You think he is thrashing around harder now, that you are posing naked in his plain sight. You lounge down on the moss blanket and tease him some more "Like what you see? Then why don't you come and get me, Mister?" This makes him thrash around even harder and soon the hungry mire reaches for his shoulders. You reach down with both hands between your thighs and moan softly, as you watch him go deeper. You know he really loves this too. Tom usually enjoys going this deep for you and he would sometimes even submerge completely for you. He lets the peat engulve his neck and you wonder just how deep he will go this time. And if he goes under, should you then jump in and join him or should you wait for him to resurface, so you can tease him even more. The muck climbs to his chin. Then his movements slow down somewhat. You know he cannot be tiring down yet, your boyfriend has to have plenty of stamina left. "What's the matter? Don't you want me?" you say in your most seductive voice.
He struggles some more and sinks down to his cheeks. Tom then tilts his head back to resume pleading "Help me, Amy! I'm getting deeper." It is a little unusual for him to slip up like that and use your name, when you are playing as strangers, but you barely take note of that. It is the "I'm getting deeper."-part that excites you. He really is about to go under for you. There is nothing better to see than your boyfriend flailing about with his muscular arms as he is being swallowed up by quicksand. Also he is very good at this whole role-playing thing and you are almost ready to believe him, that he is really being sucked under. You get up on your knees to have a better view at him and his submergence. Tom keeps pleading and you keep refusing. The peat is heaving up and down all around him. Slowly the bog takes him deeper and his face appears to be getting smaller. You dare not blink or you might miss the moment when he disappears from the surface world altogether. And you still have not decided what to do when he is under. "Bumblebee!" is his last word he utters before the muck covers his face. This little word diverts your thoughts from your erotic little game to more serious matters. After all, this is the word you agreed on to use as your safeword during your first swamp adventure. You had almost forgotten about it, because there had never been any real need for it. He must be in trouble.
Quickly you lie down on the moss as close to the peat hole Tom has created as you can. His hand is above the surface and reaching in your general direction. You grab and immediately feel him pulling down. It appears that he is using your support to climb back up. Even now you still cannot believe that this bog should actually be sucking him under. This is not some Hollywood movie after all and real quicksand does not do that. You should know, you have been in it dozens of times. Also you wonder how much of that sinking scene he performed just now was an act and when did he start to mean it for real. A muddy head breaks the surface and gasps for air. "Tom, are you ok? Don't tell me it was actually pulling you under," you question him. Tom caughs up some peat before answering: "You bet it does. Be careful!" Heeding his advice you are careful not to fall in yourself as you pull him closer to the edge and get him up to neck-deep. He reaches for the moss layer with the other hand as soon as it is within reach. As he wipes some mud from his face you say: "You know, you could have said it a little earlier. For a moment you really scared me." He just laughs and for a moment you are a little tempted to let go of his hand to see if that would make him stop. "You think I would not have done that. I said it the moment I remembered it," he replies, smiling despite still being neck-deep in a deadly sink hole.
This is no time to be selfish. You decide it is best for you and Tom to work together and get him out first. So you grab him by the upper left arm and assist him in freeing himself from the bog as best you can. At the same time you also hold on to the edge with the other hand to keep yourself from sinking. He attempts to somehow wiggle himself out of the bog and onto the green moss several times, but the plantlife is more fragile than you have hoped and it just keeps falling apart. Instead of getting out of the mire he settles in a little deeper and is now down to his armpits in the morass. You try harder, sinking yourself down to your neck and pressing down harder on the part of the edge you are holding onto. It seems you at least manage to stop Tom's descend, but he still is unable to drag himself out. All he accomplishes is not to sink deeper while destroying more and more of the moss carpet within his reach. You try to offer some helpful advice in addition to your helping hand: "Try it slower, more carefully!" He does as you say and slowly pulls himself up to his chest, then breaks through again and quickly sinks down until his shoulders are gone. "This isn't working either." Tom says and reverts back to his earlier tactic. For a moment your attention returns to your own situation. You find yourself slipping deeper and the edge you are holding onto is crumbling apart. Your left hand feels for a more reliable piece of greenery. It only takes a few seconds until you find it and pull yourself up to neck-deep again, then you resume assisting your boyfriend. In the minutes that follow you go through this procedure several times, until at last Tom concedes: "We have to think of something else. I don't have anything to hold onto anymore here." There are just little floating bits and pieces of moss and grass within his reach now. He is down to his neck and sinking steadily. All his attempts to grab the now distant edge are futile. You are only a little better off, also neck-deep but at least the moss mattress is not entirely disintegrated on your side. You are still holding on and now trying to reel your boyfriend in closer: "I've got you, just let me pull you over here, Tom." That is harder than you have hoped it would be. The morass may not be capable of supporting a person's weight but that does not mean it will allow someone to glide through it without effort either. You try and try, but your boyfriend merely sinks down to his chin without getting any closer to you. To get a better grip on the edge you dig into it with your hand until it is well-anchored in. "Amy, don't. You should rescue yourself. You can't help me anymore." Tom says in a sad low tone. The thought that he might die here like that makes you angry both at yourself and at him for even suggesting it: "No way! I'm not leaving you here to die!" You strain yourself pulling harder now than before. Tom is slowly getting closer - just an inch every other second. Too late you notice that the edge is getting closer too, and no, you are not moving either way the whole time. You come to realize that as you rip out a large piece of it, made of earth and roots garnished with some grass and moss on top of it. Naturally you let go of the now useless chunk and look for another patch to grab, but there is nothing left. Briefly you and Tom exchange shocked glances. The mud is now climbing is cheeks and also reaching for you chin. He suggests: "I can try to push you forward, maybe you can grab hold again.", but you know it is futile. "Too late, Tom. Too late." you reply with a sad soft voice. Then you resume pulling him in closer, with both hands now. He starts pulling likewise. Without another word you start kissing him as soon as you can, and before his face would be gone under mud. Tom hugs you in turn and you both sink deeper into the quivering blackness. You both interrupt your kissing only for an instant to draw in one last deep breath, before you submerge. All becomes dark, there are only a few muffled sounds but you do not pay attention to them. You entirely focus on your lover's embrace and kiss until the very end.
All things considered, you figure that your chances to get out are better than Tom's and that it is more likely that you will both get out of this situation alive, if you just concentrate on freeing yourself for now. You figure that the greenery you are holding onto, should be able to support your weight and allow you to pull yourself out of this mess. So, with both arms on the moss you start to pull yourself up and forward. You manage to get out of the peat to your chest before your support collapses. That is better than what Tom is able to do. He is almost down to his shoulders and just barely managing to prevent himself from going deeper. But even so, you will have to do much better than that to get free. So you try again but more slowly and carefully than last time. Again you reach out onto the floating green mattress. You get farther this time, and you can feel your breasts leaving the bog's embrace and being pressed against its edge. There is nothing really solid for you to hold on and your feet instinctively look for something to push against to give you more leverage, but you know there is nothing even remotely solid down there. Somehow you succeed in heaving a little more of your body up anyway until you are to your ribs in the bog. Then the edge gives way underneath your weight again and you start sinking back down. You give it another try. The outcome is the same as before though. Meanwhile Tom is still at about to his shoulders, but the plantlife in his vicinity is getting increasingly sparse as he destroys and pushes under more and more of it with each attempt to pull himself out. You decide to try something slightly different this time. You again pull yourself up to your ribs, but then you simply put part of your weight on the moss and grass in front of you and wait. You wait for the rest of your body to reach bouyancy and float upwards, now that it is lighter. It seems to work. While you rest with your head and arms on the bog's edge, you feel your body slowly moving upwards through the mud. You also watch Tom, who is now to his neck in the boghole and struggling to find something to hold on to that does not fall apart a second after he touches it. You try to explain to him what you are doing, but he is rather preoccupied with his struggles to keep from drowning at the moment. You resist the urge to speed up your extrication, knowing it would very likely have the opposite effect. Your cheek comes in contact with the peat again. Your green pillow is gradually disappearing into the muck while you are resting on it, but it is also still intact and part of the larger body of moss and earth that is floating all around. Your boyfriend has sunken to his chin and without anything to hold onto, he is now going down quicker than before. There is little time left to save him and so you make your move. Your body from your ribs downward is now suspended at an angle of at about 45 degrees in the soft muck. You begin dragging yourself forward once more. Slowly but steadily you reach as far ahead as you can and pull. You are not rising out of the muck, but you feel the submerged part of the moss underneath you and keep going. The moss and grass feels firmer then farther you advance. You complete your own extrication, but you do not have time to rest. Tom is thrashing around desperately by now fighting the bog that is about to swallow his face. Quickly you look for the spot closest to him, from where you can rescue your boyfriend. He has done a thorough job in demolishing the plantlife within his arms' reach all around him, so you cannot really get as near as you would like. Even worse, the closer you are the deeper the depression you make in the moss. "Grab my hand" you call as you reach for him. He notices it just in time before his eyes get covered by the muck, and though blind now, he grabs your hand. You are lying near the edge while you pull him closer to you. Again, you cannot act as quickly as you would like to, or you might easily end up sliding into the boghole yourself again. It seems like an eternity though it actually takes only a few seconds until you have him close and help him up until his face breaks the surface. "Say... wasn't I supposed to be the rescuer here?" Tom remarks. "Yes, but you didn't take the job seriously enough." you counter with a smirk. You think he is smiling too, but it hard to tell while he is wiping mud from his face with one hand. The other hand is still holding yours to keep him afloat.
This is the first time you are here in this swamp. But you are not simply lost. No, you have been following someone. Actually you have been following her for a while now, always hiding behind bushes or trees or whatever cover this swamp has to offer. As a former boyscout, you are quite skilled at this. She does not even turn back to look in your direction once. Obviously this beauty does not in the least notice your presence even though you are always very close. You have to be, after all you want to get a good look at this girl in her yellow bikini, walking around in this swamp. To you the bikini does not seem like a very unusual attire for a place like this. After all, you yourself are wearing only your blue bathing trunks. You consider the girl to be a very cute and sexy one. She is a little short, somewhat skinny, beautiful short blonde hair and has a really cute little nose. You love the nose. But mostly you love her attitude, when you watch her step into each and every mud puddle on her path. She is definitely searching for something in this swamp, and you have a certain feeling you know what it is. It is something very deep and soft. You imagine the next mud puddle to be a really deep one. Her legs would slide right in and she would quickly sink to her sweet thighs and on to those cute, firm buttocks and then you wake up from your little daydream and see her running off. Nimbly you follow her without the slightest sound, always taking cover along the path. She is quick so it takes some time to close the distance. Then she slows down and eventually even stops. Now you are finally close enough again, to observe every detail of her actions. You watch her stand there and wonder whether she has noticed you. Maybe you have been breathing too heavily when you have been chasing her. The swamp is rather quiet after all. She is still just standing there. Maybe she will turn around and expose you any second. You hide deeper in your cover behind a nearby shrub.
Then you see her prod the ground in front of her with her foot. It bounces in response. This is what you have been hoping for. You can feel your own pulse - blood pressure increasing from excitement. You almost consider walking right up behind the girl and pushing her in. But then you know this will not be necessary. She takes the step herself. And another. But she does not sink. The moss-covered ground is shaking and quivering all around her. Slowly, step by step, she makes her way farther from solid ground onto this huge green carpet of moss. One time she almost loses her balance and comes close to falling. That might have made her sink. She seems to be extremely careful with every step though. There are areas of blank peat out there, which she avoids. But surely she has come to sink. Maybe she is just trying to get into the really deep part. If she starts sinking too close to the edge, she may not be able to sink as deep as she wants. You observe every movement, slowly getting more and more aroused in anticipation. She is playing with the swamp, teasing it, teasing you. You wipe some beads of sweat from your forehead. She has moved so far from the edge, you would have no chance to reach her from solid ground. Not even the sturdy rope you have brought would do. Now she is starting to make the ground jiggle on purpose, shifting her weight from side to side. This has to make the surface break. She continues, you wait and watch surpressing your desire to run out there and join her. But the ground, though it is heaving heavily, does not take her. And then your heart almost stands still when she attempts a little jump. The surface holds. Another jump, a little higher this time. She loses her balance and falls, but the ground still does not give way. By now there is absolutely no doubt, that she wants this, too. She is actually trying hard to break through and let the bog have her - to let it suck at those slender legs, drag her down to her crotch, and deeper, much deeper to those perky breasts and maybe even deeper after that.
Your heart falls as you see her give up these attempts. Instead she has resumed walking on. She is heading even farther into the bog, and then suddenly her right foot slides down. You surpress a gasp, turning it into a muffled sound with your hand on your mouth. Her leg has gone down just past her knee. She looks genuinely surprised. After all the jumping about she has probably not expected to break through the top layer accidently, but apparently the surface does not offer the same level of resistance in every spot. She gives the sunken leg a tug, but this is quite obviously no serious attempt to break free. Then the girl moves the other leg a little closer and shifts her weight onto it. Just as you have hoped, it breaks the surface and slides down to join its companion. She looks around in her immediate vicinity, as if there could be anything within reach that would help her, and then goes on with some feeble struggling. It is plain to you that she is not really trying to get out, but you do not mind that at all. Much to the contrary you enjoy every moment of it and realize that times like these are what makes life worth living. You keep your eyes no her at all times now, barely daring to blink. She is not sinking deeper you notice. Her thighs have received some speckles of mud from her struggles, but she is still just past her knees in the bog. The intensity of her struggles increases, but she cannot really fool you. You know she is just attempting to go deeper. The moss-covered surface all around her bounces with every movement, and she bounces with it, going slightly up and down. Maybe you should go over there and try to push her deeper to grant her wish. You can play the villain and send her down to her doom while standing above her.
[[get to her and make her sink->t04]]
[[stay hidden and watch->t02]]
The rope is of no use to you as a villain and so you dump it behind the bush. Then you leave your hiding place and greet her with the words "Well, hello there, beautiful!" and step out onto the mossy surface. You mean what you say, when you call her "beautiful", but it is also a little reminder for your girlfriend not to use names, and to act as strangers. "Hello! I'm so glad someone's here. I could use some help." she replies after a brief surprised glance in your direction. You just keep walking across the wobbly surface towards her and let her continue the conversation: "I am stuck. I don't thick I can...". Amy is interrupted by a sudden drop in altitude. She is now sinking again without your assistance and the bog slowly consumes her tanned thighs. This was not quite what you had in mind now, but it does not matter to your villainous intentions at all. It just means less work and more watching for you. Your left foot breaks the surface and you sink in almost to your knee. "Be careful!" she calls to you. You regain your balance and slowly pull that leg free. The suction is stronger than you expected, but the bog eventually loses the fight and lets go. You give her a hint as to what you have in mind: "An attractive young girl like you should not be out here all by herself. This can be a quite dangerous place". "Yes, dangerous indeed." she says uneasily, apparently catching on to the game you are playing today "I am getting deeper by the minute. Without your help, who knows if I could ever get out.". "I guess there is only one way to find out, lady." you reply with a broad grin. Now down to her crotch in the mud she slowly resumes her faked struggles. "Well, but... we don't want that. I mean, you have come to help me, haven't you?" she says hestitantly, increasing her fake struggling effort. You stop at about eight feet from her and while sitting down on the soft most you state "When I said this is a dangerous place, I did not just mean... that bog. I was also referring to the people. There are some really sick bastards living in this area who would rather watch a girl go under than rescue her". "But you are not one of... those?" she says swallowing hard. For now your reply is merely a grin even broader than the own before.
Right now you would like to see her sink deeper, but her descent has stopped again. Despite her struggles she is still just crotch deep in the morass. This makes you deviate slightly from your original course "Well, no, but... pulling you out of there is a risk for me too. And I like to make sure I get a reward for any risk I take." In reaction to this Amy acts as if she is offended by you taking advantage of her situation, though she is barely convincing in her act. You can easily see through it, and that she is looking forward to what may come next. "At any rate, I would want to *see* what I get beforehand." you move the conversation on to the topic of her taking off her bikini. She tries to act shyly and embarrassed at first, but then gives in much too quickly to be convincing. "And if I take it off, you'll help me?" she asks for reassurance, but all you say to that is "... if I like what I see." Normally you would rather sink with her and take her clothes off yourself, but in this situation making her do it seems to best fit the villain character. The roles of the lover stripping her off her bikini and the evil guy who wants to see her drown are not really compatible. So all that's left to you is sit back and enjoy the show as she strips, first her top and then the bottom and throws both pieces to you. "So?" she inquires about your next move while confronting you with all her naked beauty.
From your viewpoint, you think you can see some bubbles breaking the surface next to Amy. That may be a good sign. "You know..." you start a sentence then pause briefly. The next instant she takes another sudden drop down to her waist. ".. you should never trust a guy who asks you to take off your clothes on your first date." This has a nice double-meaning, because you are not merely referring to her taking off her bikini just now, but also to your real, first date with Amy, which ended in your bed. She understands the insinuation and smiles for a second, before she apparently realizes that such mimic does not fit her role. "Oh please, Mister! You have to help me. I even strip for you and this is all I get in return." she pleads and complains while struggling wildly. Now you can again enjoy the show of her struggling and sinking deeper with the added bonus of begging for your help. "I suppose I should at least return the favor" is your response to her complaint, before you remove and throw away your bathing trunks. This is rewarded with another cute out-of-character smile, but she gets back to pleading for rescue. Of course you keep refusing, as you watch the bog devour more and more of her slim figure. The black peat engulves her belly and she looks around as if trying to find something to hold on to. Then again asks for your help while uselessly pushing down on the black surface right at her sides. You give her a glimpse of hope by moving a little closer to her. But you do so simply to get a better view, while remaining outside her reach. Her ribs go down one by one at first, then with another sudden drop she is down to her chest. You are glad you decided for the villain role and came to the front row, otherwise you would have to watch the show from a distance of thirty feet. From here you can see all the details, even her nipples turning hard before the disappear into the bog.
Amy goes on thrashing about in a more frantic manner. Now she is really getting the hang of the panicking damsel role. Eventually she does what you have both labelled "the stupid thing": she pushes all the way down with both hands. Her breasts make a short but enjoyable reappearance. Then she pretends that she cannot get her arms out anymore. You seize the opportunity and offer her your hand: "Here! Grab hold and I'll get you out". She knows you are just teasing her and plays along. Forcefully she raises her left and right shoulder alternately, but her arms stay down in the peat and she just keeps getting deeper. As you see her sinking down past her armpits you withdraw your offer: "Of course, if you don't want to..." Amy is still getting deeper steadily when she would normally be starting to float. Apparently she decided to go deeper for you, by pumping her legs deep down. You are curious how deep she will make herself sink for you this time. Until now she has never submerged completely unless you were in the quicksand with her. When you ask her to do that for you, she would usually say that it makes her feel uncomfortable to be complete engulved in the darkness, except when she can hold onto you. You keep refusing her pleas for help and watch the peat covering both her shoulders. It is now climbing her lovely neck and heaving all around her with every movement. Then she rapidly sinks to her chin, as one arm reappears on the surface. You are a little surprised to see her grab for the moss blanket, but her hand goes right through with apparently only minimal resistance. She repeats the act a few times and it only heightens your excitement. Amy soon starts to do this with both arms, but barely rises up from the peat. Just an inch more of her neck becomes visible again, while she very convincingly destroys the floating layer of moss within her reach. "This isn't working." she comments her futile attempt "Help me!". You are quite astonished at how her acting improves once she has warmed up. And at the moment she is not merely warmed up, she is rather damn hot. "Get me out, Tom!" is her next line. Well, so much for her acting having improved. Just when you think she does everything right, she slips up like this and uses your real name. "Oh, but I enjoy seeing you sink way too much, Miss" you remind her that she is supposed to think of you as a stranger. Amy sinks down to her lower lip and her struggling looks very real, but she does not get the hint and repeatedly uses your name. You long for her and want to jump into that boghole with her, but you hold yourself back for now. You really want to see how deep she will sink this time. Maybe she will do a total submergence for you after all. It is your birthday next week and maybe, just maybe, this is an early present for you. The bog climbs her cheeks and she seems very upset with you, much like you imagine a real victim would. Under no circumstance would you want to spoil the present by joining her too early though. "Bumblebee!" That is odd. The word seems out of place here and you seem to recall a special meaning attached to it. Yes, that is the safeword you and Amy had agreed upon during your early quicksand adventures in case one of you was in any real trouble. Neither you nor Amy have ever used it - until today that is.
You realize what this must mean and quickly rise up from your sitting position. The surface quakes in reaction to your sudden movement and you are forced to take a step back to regain your balance. Just then, that foot breaks through again. This time your leg goes down past the knee. You try to pull it free and take a glance at Amy's face, which is all that is left to see of her head. "Help me, Tom! I'm going under!" she pleads and you know now that it is real. "Amy! Hold on, I'll get you out in a second." you try to convince yourself before your other leg joins the first one in the morass. You lie down to keep yourself from sinking deeper. Then you attempt to crawl forward to free your legs as well as to get closer to Amy. Her face is now looking straight up and surrounded by black peat on all sides. Your legs are still held by the suction, but you are trying your best to pull yourself forward with your hands. "Hurry! I can't stay ab..." her last word is cut off by the bog covering her cute face. "AMY!!" you cry and tug at the right leg a few more times until it is released with a squelching sound. You reach forward with your hand, but are still a little short. Amy's hand is blindly reaching in your direction, but you need to free the other foot before you can hope to grab it. So you pull once more recklessly with all your strength and are rewarded with another small victory over the bog. Quickly you take her hand before goes under with the rest of your beloved girlfriend.
You decide to stay hidden a little longer, when she abruptly sinks deeper. Her descent slows instantly, but it does not stop and the bog is now slowly consuming her beautifully tanned thighs. That is the moment for her to start calling for help: "I'm stuck in a bog... and sinking!" and there is your cue. You step out from behind your hiding place and answer in a reassuring tone "Don't panic! I'm here to help. Just stay calm." Then quickly added "Miss" to remind Amy that you have the roles of strangers. She is not very good at acting and you feel it necessary to give her tiny hints like this from time to time. She has more often than not slipped up and gone out of character during past swamp trips. You overlook that whenever possible, but then there have been times when she would burst out in laughter at her own sillyness and be unable to go on for several minutes. That is fun too of course, but you prefer to keep up the act from beginning till end. You see your girlfriend devour you with hungry eyes for a moment, almost like the swamp devouring her.
[[stall the rescue and let her sink deeper->t08]]
[[get out to her and act the hero->t09]]
Or is it? She has stopped sinking just before it would have reached her bikini bottom. Then she resumes her fake struggles, attempting to sink some more. Just like before, it is obvious to you. In fact you enjoy the show so much you almost do not hear her say "Please hurry and help me!" That is exactly what you are not going to do, because you want to let her go deeper. She is putting so much effort into this, you cannot just ruin it by starting the rescue this early. So you play for time, walking along the bog's edge, probing the soggy moss in different places. "Hold on, I'm looking for a safe way to get you out." is your reply. You keep stalling until she says "Look! I'm sinking deeper. I don't have that much time." You know it is one of her usual lines, and she probably has not put much thought on it, claiming that she is sinking when she is obviously not. You want to sigh and say "No, you're not sinking. I'm not blind.", but refrain from doing so and instead think of something else to reply. However before you can come up with something, Amy adds "Hey, Mister. I think I have been overreacting a bit here. Looks like I'm not getting any deeper anymore after all." That can only mean she is not able to make herself sink no matter how hard she tries and now has given up. After a short pause she continues in a softer voice, giving you hungry looks: "Actually, this does not feel so bad, so I'm in on hurry to get out anymore either. But I could still use some company. How about it, big boy?" The sudden switch from damsel to seductress is anything but credible, but the prospect of getting close and comfortable with your sexy girl in the bog helps in overlooking her sloppy acting. You are looking forward to joining her any minute now, to taking off her bikini personally, slowly, very ceremoniously. Yes, you love to undress her yourself. You can only stare at her in disbelief as she deprives you of this great pleasure by taking off the bikini herself. Of course, you enjoy to see her all nude in the peat bog, but it is only the second best thing - second best to undressing her with your own hands. You want to explain what you would have liked even more, but that talk will have to wait until later. Some bubbles break the surface behind Amy, you can see them, but she is too busy seducing you to take notice. You smile at the thought of some gas pocket emptying itself underneath her, possibly allowing her to go deeper. Amy is still trying to get you to join her, until she is suddenly interrupted. Her clit, her buttocks abruptly disappear into the bog. Within a few moments she is down to her waist in it and sinking. Immediately she switches back to pleading for help, obviously not knowing a better way to deal with the unexpected change. You do not mind.
You are glad you have waited some more when you saw those bubbles. Now you can easily revert to your stalling strategy. Your mind is still partly on the seduction play from a little earlier, and you feel obliged to return the favor. So you take off your bathing trunks and throw them right over to her bikini, which lies so peacefully on the bogs moss-covered surface. Normally you would be reluctant to drop your pants out in the open, but here you are so far from civilization that you have no worries about being discovered. Then to buy some more time watching her sink, you even make a useless attempt to throw the rope to Amy. It is much, much too short, but you have brought it with you, so you want to at least pretend to try and use it a few times before giving up and dropping it to the ground. Her slim figure is slowly gliding down into the bog's embrace. Amy's flat belly becomes engulved in the soft peat, and she helpes along a little with occasional fake struggles. You are entranced by her every move as she slowly goes deeper. Even now you still cannot quite believe that she has dared to venture out this far. If you join her out there, there is no telling how long you and Amy would have to struggle to get back out. And you kind of like the prospect of a long difficult extraction, because you know you would enjoy every second of it, especially with Amy by your side all the time. But for now you are again waiting and watching, curious to see how deep she will go on her own. Usually she would just let herself float, without forcing herself deeper. In fact she has never done a full submersion for you unless you were within her reach. You have asked her to do that sometimes, but she always refused, saying that she is not comfortable with it, unless you are close by. In any case, you are curious to see how deep she will let the bog take her and determined to keep stalling till then. Unexpectedly Amy makes another sudden drop and the bog is now reaching her chest. You immediately notice how the bog pushes up those well-shaped breasts a little, that are now resting on its surface. Slowly they are being consumed by the peat. You want to get closer and take a better look, but remind yourself to stay put. The nipples are now slowly disappearing from view. Her movements cause the spongy surface to bounce up and down slightly and those two perky breasts do just the same. At moments like these you wish she would allow you to take videos or pictures, but she never does. She is afraid such footage might someday accidently fall into someone else's hands and maybe even spread to some websites, no matter how much you promise you would keep the material safe. Her breasts are almost completely submerged now, when she places her hands on the surface just by her sides and startes pushing down. Only very briefly does this cause her chest to reemerge, but those few seconds mean very much to you. And you know that is the last you have seen of her chest for a while now. Now she is playing "my-arms-are-stuck" pulling her left and right shoulder up alternately. She looks so incredibly cute when she does that. The best thing about it however is, that she is still going deeper. Usually she would already be floating, but instead the bog has taken her to her armpits. She is probably helping with her arms and legs to get this deep. Eventually she brings her hands back to the surface, and at the same time sends herself down to her shoulders. You grow increasingly excited about her going this deep. Even when she stays still, it looked like she is still getting a little deeper. She has to do some very subtle work with her legs to force herself down while pretending not to move. And you love it. She starts asking for your help again and you are very pleased to notice that her acting has become more convincing. Now she is really getting into it. Not only what she says and the way she says it makes the act more credible, but also the way she has just started to struggle again. Amy is grabbing and pushing down on the moss around her, but puts enough force into it to make the moss cover come apart. She is actually rising up a little bit and now almost back to her armpits. You frequently offer calming comments to the poor victim to buy more time for yourself to just watch. She spoils the act a little, when she calls you by your name. After all the two of you have agreed to play as strangers. To remind her of this, you just put a little more emphasis on the "Lady" or "Miss" when you reply to her pleadings. Everything else is so perfect now. She is settling in deeper again and you cannot help but wonder whether she will do a full submergence for you after all. She knows you would like to see her do that. And then it strikes you. Your birthday is only a week away. She might actually do it as a kind of early present. Those thoughts are interrupted by the word "Bumblebee", which is kind of odd. Not only is it appearently out of place, it does have a special meaning attached to it. Its use is unprecedented though. Back during your first time sinking together you and Amy agreed on this word, just in case either one would have to say something out of character. Back then you were not as confident venturing out in search of quicksand, so you both brought long ropes, watched every step and there was this word. There is no need for all that anymore though, or so you thought. Maybe you have misunderstood what she was saying. "Our safeword. Bumblebee, dammit! Now help me!" she says with panic and a hint of anger in her voice. Your mind is now rearranging a few facts. Amy has not suddenly improved her acting skills, she is really afraid to go deeper. Also this is not a birthday present, she is actually sinking against her will. Everything has seemed so perfect a moment ago, so you cannot help but ask and hope you are mistaken: "Are you in trouble, Amy? I mean, for real?" The anger becomes more apparent in her face as well as in her voice: "Yes! Deep trouble. Now don't just stand there!"
[[hurry and rescue her!->t03]]
[[stay calm and carefully get to her->t05]]
"It may be a bit risky, but I am coming to get you," you announce before you set foot onto the unstable surface. You leave the rope behind, because for what you have in mind, it would only be in the way. As you move out onto the quaking moss, you take your time and walk very slowly with tiny steps. After all you want to give Amy a chance to sink a little more before you get to her. Besides it would not be very convincing acting if you just walked over there to her in spite of the imaginary danger. It appears you have all the time in the world, because Amy has not been sinking deeper for a while now. She is stuck in the black peat almost to her crotch. The swamp is again refusing to let her sink deeper. It is not going to be much of a rescue, if she does not get any deeper than that. You keep as great as possible a distance to any visible black patch of peat and thereby lengthen your path some more. You are even thinking about getting down on all fours to slow down and add some more credibility, but you enjoy your current view of your struggling girlfriend too much and decide against it. When you are about halfway there, she says: "It may not be so dangerous after all. I don't seem to be sinking deeper anymore." "Don't let yourself be fooled. One wrong move and this swamp could suck you under in a second, Miss." you reply much to Amy's delight. There has definitely appeared some sort of sparkle in her eyes in response to your last remark. The thought of such danger always entices her, even though she would normally rather not let herself submerge completely. Suddenly your foot fails to find anything solid underneath itself. Your leg sinks to the knee in an instant. "Be careful!" Amy shouts to you in barely contained excitement.
[[shift weight to your other foot->t11]]
As you hold her hand, you feel her pulling it downward. The surface is heaving all around you from your sudden movement. A moment later Amy's mud-covered face re-appears and gasps for air. "Amy, thank God..." - " Oh, Tom, I thought I was... " you both start talking at the same instant. After a brief pause she adds "Thank you, Tom". You just smile at her and get ready to extricate her from that boghole. While lying on the mossy surface you hold both her hands and pull her closer to you and up to her shoulders. Then, as you have her by the edge, you instinctively want to get on your knees and pull her up, but you reconsider. You do not have that much faith in the wobbly mixture of earth and plantlife underneath you. Instead you stay down and back away from the boghole, pulling Amy with you. Doing so you hope to drag her out onto the moss carpet, but it seems you are pulling her through the surface rather than onto it. All that has achieved so far, is enlarging the black peat hole in the surface, which she is still trapped in. You pause and try to think of another approach, but Amy insists: "Keep pulling, I think I can come free this way." And so you do as she asks, holding onto her left hand, while she tries to lift herself up using her right. It seems to work. First her shoulders and then her chest re-emerge from the sucking bog. Her perky breasts are being pressed against the edge of the bog, and then into the soft moss as more of Amy's body is getting out of the bog with your helping hand. For a moment you wonder what is softer to the touch, her breast or the moss. Whichever it is, you have no doubt what you would enjoy to touch more right now. A stern glance hits you and you realize you have been staring at your girlfriend's bosom instead of helping her. You can feel the blood rushing up to your head and resume tugging her towards yourself. For a moment you think you see a sly smile on her face. You can see more and more of her muddy body getting out of the deadly swamp's embrace. Her hips and her ass are already free, only her legs from her crotch downward are still being held by the mud. After three more minutes of struggling those are finally free too. You both take a few moments to rest.
She crawls to your side and says "Let's get out of here." And so you do. It would be tempting to stay a little longer, the moss carpet is comfortably soft and you have lots of things on your mind you want to do with this naked beauty next to you. But you know that would be too dangerous out here. Side by side you crawl on the shortest way towards safety without even making a detour to get your clothes. You keep your desires bottled up, until you finally reach the muddy but stable ground at the bog's edge. Then you hug and kiss your girlfriend and there is no more holding back the passion. From that day on you will always be aware of how lucky you are to have a brave little girl like Amy by your side.
The thought of actually losing your girlfriend to this bog is unbearable. You do love her with all your heart, and she was much more important to you than your own life. So in a moment of heroism you step onto the spongy moss and quickly make your way towards your girl. The surface carries you, though your actions cause noticable ripples on your path. Her shoulders are already gone and so the bog starts to devour the beautiful slender neck. Your eyes and mind are both on her and nothing else. You disregard words of caution coming from her. She had better not worry for your safety now but for her own. Nearly losing your balance you are forced to take some awkward steps to one side. Mere moments have passed since you started this rescue attempt and you have already closed more than half the distance, but you still want to get there faster. She can slide under any moment after all, and even if you do carelessly break the surface with one foot, you would quickly drag it out again and go on. It seems like a minor risk until it actually happens, at about eight feet from your beloved. "Amy, hold on! I'm coming." you say as you tug at the leg that is buried knee-deep in peat. After a few tries to pull it free, the other foot breaks through as well. You are not sinking, just stuck, so you might be able to just walk on if you try hard enough. Normally you would know better than that, but you do not think of your past sinking experiences at this moment. All you can think of is moving forward to rescue your girlfriend. Bubbles of swamp gas are brushing against your feet before they pop right underneath you and you drop down to your upper thighs. You lean forward and grab some moss to pull yourself free, but all that achieves is plucking some bits of the plantlife form the bog, while you are now constantly sinking deeper. Soon the peat is reaching your crotch and then for a second you are reminded of your nudity when your member becomes engulved in the bog. "Spread your weight!" your girlfriend shouts at you. You know she is right and lie down on the mostly mossy surface before you with your torso. When you looked at her now, you can easily tell you are not going to reach her from here, but you also noticed that she is still to her neck in the bog and has apparently stopped sinking, at least for now. This helps you calm down a little. All the thoughts racing through your mind have blocked out most of what she has said during your frantic run to reach her up to this point. Suddenly you realize that you could use the rope at this distance. Your usually useless and much too short rope, the one lying on stable ground by the bog's edge right now, you remember with a sigh. "Don't move, Amy! I'll get you." you say trying to mask your inconfidence. Your legs have sunken a little deeper and you are unwillingly pushing the moss down with your torso. "Be careful! Move slowly or you'll keep breaking through!" Amy advises you. You know that and would have done so anyway, slowly dragging yourself forward onto the mattress of moss. You are able to get a little closer to her, but the surface keeps breaking underneath your stomach. It feels like what you imagine would happen to someone who has broken in through ice, without the freezing cold of course. The peat reaches your waist. "It's not working. I just keep sinking through." you explain. "I think I may be able to do something, just try not move too much." is Amy's answer. This is not good. If she tries anything stupid and makes a wrong move now, she could go under instantly. Your worries for her renewed by that remark make you try harder to free yourself, and you block off any more advise of this sort coming from her. It does not take too long until you are down to your chest in this bog, but even at this depth you still seem to be in a better position to escape than Amy. She has moved a little, and the bog is almost at her chin. Also she is tilting her head back slightly, which makes you even more nervous. Not too different from what she has done before, you are now unwittingly destroying the moss carpet around you in futile attempts to use it for your extrication. Only in your desperation you are doing a much more thorough job and by the time you are shoulder deep, the surface in a two-feet radius all around your has turned into peat-black with only sparse little remnants of plantlife still floating on it. Amy still insists that you should calm down and stay still. She has barely moved in the last minute. There is no way she can do anything about your or even her predicament. Obviously she is just trying to buy time to think and maybe wait for someone to find and rescue the two of you. But you know that is futile and you have to try and act while you still can. Nothing works though and you just keep sinking. Down to your chin in the peat, you are barely able to see above the surrounding out-of-reach greenery. You have even lost sight of Amy. When you last saw her, her position had not changed noticably. "Tom, stay calm! I'll get us out. Just hold on a little longer." she calls out to you. You know that she is just trying to calm you. "I'm so sorry, honey. This is all my fault. I never should have suggested that we check out this swamp. Or at least I should have been more careful and better prepared." you start to explain, feeling guilty for her predicament. You let out everything, apologizing to her, telling her how much you love her. There is so much you want to tell her before it is too late. Your descent has slowed down enough for you to say all the important things you want to say until at last you take one deep breath before going under. Everything is black and silent now. It seems like an end befitting to you. You always wanted to go like this in the end, only later, much later when you are old and grey, not today. As your life flashes before your eyes, you think it has been much too short to come to an end already. But it cannot be helped, even the hand you are still holding up above the surface is slowly disappearing as you keep sliding deeper. In resignation to your fate you stay calm, and think of all the good things you have experienced. Your hand is now gone and so you are completely trapped underneath the bog's surface. The supply of oxygen in your lungs is running low. Then something unexpected happens. Something brushes against your hand, then grabs it. "Amy?" you think, as you feel the other hand tugging at yours. Without further hestitation you grab the other's wrist with your free hand and start to climb up the arm offered to you. You dare not pull too hard for that way you would risk dragging her in, but you cannot go too slowly either, or you will suffocate before you can reach the surface.
Your head reemerges and you breathe in deeply. One hand holding onto the savior's arm while the other is wiping peat from your face, till you can open your eyes. You know for certain it is her even before you look, because you hear her voice: "Oh, Tom, you're alive. I thought I was too late. I'm so glad..." Then you see her lying naked on the carpet of moss right in front of you, covered in mud and peat everywhere except in her face. Of course you are more than glad to see her and to be alive, but somewhere in the back of your mind lurks the humiliation of being rescued by your girlfriend. "How did you...?" you start, but she interrupts you: "Later. I'll tell you all about it later. Let's get you out first." She is right. It is a little too early for this, you are still to your chin in a dangerous bog. So you resume your earlier attempts to leave the hole you have created in the moss carpet through your trashing. You place one hand on the soft moss while holding onto Amy with the other. Even with her help, the soft squishy moss crumbles underneath your hand, as soon as you start to pull yourself up onto it. You do so three times, before you admit: "This is not working, I'm too heavy, we need to try something else."
You want to run out to her and rescue Amy as fast as you can, but you suppress that urge, knowing that you must not get stuck yourself on the way. After all it would do neither of you any good, if you too sank into that bog. So you try your best to keep calm and carefully make your way across the unstable surface towards your damsel in distress. Her shoulders vanish from view into the blackness surrounding her. You cannot help but glance over at her every other moment, attempting to judge how much time you have left to get to her. But you also keep reminding yourself to watch your step. The green moss is bouncing all around you in reaction to every step you take. "Don't worry, Amy. I'll be with you in a moment." you say to reassure her as well as yourself. Amy replies: "Be careful, Tom!". She is keeping still, even though the bog is slowly engulving her beautiful, slender neck. You are already half-way there and feeling more confident, that this adventure will end well. Then suddenly your right leg breaks the surface and disappears to the knee in the wet mass. Immediately you get down on your left knee and on your hands to pull your leg free. Already it is being gripped by the bog's suction and will not get out quite that easily. Inch by inch it comes free as you pull steadily. You are almost ready to move on, when your left hand breaks through and slips under, taking your arm to your elbow with it. Only now do you come to fully realize how unpredictable and dangerous this place is. What may seem like a relatively safe spot to lean on at one moment, can give way the next. "Lie down!" Amy shouts, now again in a more worried tone. She is right and you follow her advice and spread your weight across as much surface area as you can, while tugging at your left arm and then again at your right leg. By the time you finally free your limbs, she is to her chin in the morass and already tilting her head back a little. You proceed forward on all fours. She is still sinking deeper, but at your current pace you should make it to her in time. You are almost within reach, when the green moss carpet underneath you feels even more wet than usual. Water is being squeezed upwards through the top layer where your hands and feet are, and before you know it, you have broken through again. "Tom!" comes a worried cry from in front of you. Amy's cheeks are slowly disappearing into the hungry bog. She reaches for you with one hand, but you tell her to stay calm and not to move. You lie down on the wet surface which your hands and knees have already penetrated. It feels much too soft and you dare not try to extract more than one limb at a time. So you start with your right hand. It comes free rather easily and your reach to your right, hoping to find the surface to be a bit more realiable there. Carefully your pull yourself to your right and free your right leg, which also gets out of the morass without much of a fight. You keep shifting your weight to your right side, onto an area of the moss carpet that does not have as much water seeping through it, hoping that this is a good sign. One glance forward reveals that Amy is now looking straight up at the sky and only her lovely face is still visible. You try to speed up your extrication and to pull your left extremities free, but the swamp refuses to let them go. So you revert to freeing them one at a time. You pull your left hand out and hear Amy say "Tom, I love you", then quickly look up only to see her face sink down into the morass. "AMY!!" you want to reach forward for her hands which are apparently looking for something to hold on to. The bog is still holding onto your left leg, as if it does not want you to reach and rescue your girlfriend. Instead it dooms you to watch her being swallowed up - never to return from its depths. You forget your resolve to stay calm and start tugging at that leg with all your strength. It is released with a squelching noise. Quickly you lunge forward to grab Amy's hand, before that too is gone.
You play it safe and spread your weight across as much surface area as possible as you lie down. It seems unnecessary to go that far, but it cannot hurt and it even helps the drama as you say "See? This bog is unpredictable. Anything can happen." Slowly you tug that leg free from the suction. Amy watches your every move, just liked you watched hers when she went out here. When your leg finally is released, you look up at her just in time to notice a few bubbles popping on the surface right next to her. "... Anything" you repeat and wait for a moment to see if your hopes would be fulfilled. She gasps in surprise as the bog swallows her cute little ass. You suppress the smile that involuntarily came to your face and remind yourself, that you are to play her rescuer. Finally she is sinking again. You had almost given up hope. By the time the bog consumes her almost flat belly, you are already almost within reach. You have no intention of getting her out just yet though, now that the real fun is starting. Her slender frame is slowly but steadily getting sucked deeper. Amy's feeble struggles are just for show now. Before you get to close, you pretend to judge the stability of the moss-layer around her boghole with your foot. "This is as close as I can get" you proclaim even both of you know it is a blatant lie. Amy has no objections and instead tries to reach you. In turn you get down on your knees and stretch out one arm towards her. All the while the black peat goes on to claim more of her inch by inch. Amy is just outside your reach and that means that you judged the distance very accurately. "So close, if only we had something to bridge the remaining gap." you explain while looking at your girlfriend's bikini top. She seems to get the hint, reaches behind her back, and says "Maybe this will do." You shut your mouth that somehow fell open, when she took off the top and revealed her lovely perky breasts. You grab the bikini she extends to you and start pulling lightly. You do not want to damage it and yet you say "Oh no, it's tearing apart". She lets go and comments "This can't be happening...", then reaches down into the muck with her right hand "I hope this will work better". Her hand reappears clutching her muddy bikini bottom. You repeat the same routine and pretend it tears apart, then ditch it to your side. "Please, there has to be some way!" Amy says while eyeing your bathing trunks. You both exchange brief smiles. She looks so incredibly cute as she helplessly sinks deeper into the dark bog. Of course she is not really helpless, but that fantasy turns you on nevertheless. You cannot help but grant her wish. Your bathing trunks are off in a moment and the tearing clothes game continues, until her breasts touch the peaty surface. Then your trunks join her bikini.
"Well now, this calls for desperate measures," is the only hint you give regarding your next move. A puzzled look on her face turns into an incredulous expression, as you stand up and take two big steps towards Amy. You enter her boghole just in front of her and immediately sink to your upper thighs. You reach down and grab the beautiful blonde under her armpits and start pulling her up. She giggles "My hero!" and rewards you with another smile. The already disturbed bog greedily accepts you and your action only accelarates your descend even more. At the same time you actually manage to lift Amy upward a little. Her muddy chest is already free again and you keep pulling to reveal more of her mud-covered skin. The peat feels warmer than you would have expected and you do not mind it engulving your erect member. Amy is now holding onto your shoulder with her right hand and pulling herself up to help along. Your bodies are brushing against one another occasionally. You are still lifting her up and the lovely face with the cute nose is getting closer to yours. You bend down for a long passionate kiss. During that kiss she wraps her arms around you and pulls herself up some more. You are now holding her by her hips underneath the mud and still pulling her up a little. By the time your lips let go of hers, you are both on the same level - just past your stomachs in the black peat. "And now?" she asks with a sly grin. "Now, Miss, I am going to rescue you as promised" you surprise her again. You know she was about to give in to her desires and make love right then and there while you both settle in deeper. But you rarely feel that you are the one who is in control when it comes to sex in this relationship. So you do not want that taken away too quickly and keep up the act to build up even more arousal on both sides.
So you lift up the damsel in distress with your strong arms without much effort. At times like these when your daily workout pays off, and you know that it is something of a turn-on for Amy, too, to have an athletic boyfriend like yourself. You rapidly sink deeper while she slowly rises up before you. When you are eye-to-chest a short break is in order to enjoy the view. "No time to rest. You still got work to do." Amy protests and starts pushing down on your shoulders with her hands. "Of course, Miss" you agree with the girl with the sly smile on her face, and resume your efforts to lift her higher. In turn she takes her hands off your shoulders and lets you do the work. You do not mind. By the time you are to your armpits in the muck, she is buttocks are resurfacing. You grab her by her thighs to push her up some more and have her vagina reemerge as well. That last push cost you your shoulders. It does not really matter to you, and you could simply keep this up all the way until you go under and die the hero's death. This would make a nice dramatic ending to your little role-play. Then you would allow yourself float up, and let the really dirty fun with your girlfriend start. You apply just enough force to prevent Amy from sinking deeper again. If you tried any harder you would go under quicker than you wanted. The mud oozes around your neck and finally reaches your chin. You look up at the muddy, blonde girl you are holding before you. It is a marvellous sight and soon she should be sinking back down into the bog to join you. "My hero and savior, sacrificing yourself for me..." she says in a seductive tone as she looks down at your face. Your face is in fact rather quickly becoming the only thing still visible. You had expected a little more resistance from the bog. It feels very good and soft, but somehow also unusual to you. Especially the more watery feeling down at your feet seems wrong. For an instant there is a feeling of uncertainty and you let go of Amy just to observe for a moment, how you float and rise up in this bog. But all you get to observe is, that you are still slowly sinking deeper. Amy is also settling in deeper again and the bog is again consuming her little round ass. "This is not right," you say, a sense of real danger slowly creeping into your awareness. "What is wrong? Is my hero having second thoughts now? Let me help you." is Amy's reply. And even as she says that, she is again putting her hands on your shoulders and getting ready to push you under. "No, wait. Amy, you don't understand." you say, but she thinks it is all part of the game. "Oh, but girls like me need heroes like you to protect us from the swamp... monsters." she says with a wink. This is a reference to something you did during one of your earlier swamp adventures with her. You had made yourself submerge completely and when you rose back up again, you played and evil swamp creature, whose was only interested in dragging beautiful young girls down into its mire. So this is what she has in mind after pushing you under. Only you do not expect to ever resurface from this particular swamp and you need to make her understand quickly. Somehow your very first common swamp trip comes to mind. Back then you were much more careful and better prepared for something to go wrong. With each time you became more confident and saw less need for safety precautions. You had never needed the rope for example, or the safeword. Yes, you had a safeword then. Your mind starts racing in circles in search of that word as you feel the pressure on your shoulders increase and yourself going deeper. Instinctively you try to grab hold on the moss layer around your bog hole, but very soon the moss and earth crumbles apart in your hands. You could of course grab Amy or fend off her attempts to push you deeper, but what is most important right now is for her to realize the very real danger you are both in. As you look up at her the mud climbs your cheeks and threatens to cover your face any moment. "Bumblebee!" you blurt out just before you go under and darkness envelops you.
A moment later the pressure on your shoulders is gone and instead you feel two hands dragging you upwards from under your armpits. "Amy!" is the first word you utter as you break the surface, than you add "We have to get out of here.". "Why? What's wrong?" she asks somewhat puzzled. "I'm still sinking. I'm not floating in this stuff." you explain and notice that you are indeed still sinking and about to submerge again. She has only lifted you just high enough for your face to come above the surface. Her facial expression changes from playful arousal to concerned incredulity.
You want to move on quickly and get to your beautiful girl. So you simply shift your weight and push down with your other foot to break free. The suction of the bog has a good grip on you and does not let go quite that easily. You try a little harder and suddenly break through the top layer. Now you are in it to both your knees. You hear some giggling coming from up ahead. You already know that she will most likely later on refer to you as her "clumsy boyfriend" again. You might be able to avoid that just barely, if you extricate your legs without much fuss now. You lean forward and grab hold of the mossy surface with both hands. In this position you try to pull yourself forward and pull either one of your legs free a few times without much progress. With another quick drop you sink almost to your crotch. The earlier giggles are replaced with loud laughter. You throw a glance at your girlfriend, and she stops right away, then says: "I'm sorry. You look so funny when you... Maybe I should come and rescue you." That last comment is followed by another short burst of laughter which she cannot contain. You already see yourself being mocked for months to come, unless you get your sorry ass out of the peat bog right now. Instead another sudden drop sends your ass down into the black peat. There is no laughing or even giggling this time. Your girlfriend has both hands tightly on her mouth in an attempt to supress it. You are now slightly deeper than she is. Amy still is to her upper thighs in it, with the mud almost touching her bikini bottom. You notice a few bubbles appearing on the surface close to her and say "Please, Miss, this is not funny. Now we are both in trouble. You should also try to free yourself, if you can". You know she is not going to let this chance pass to demonstrate that she is indeed able to get out of the boghole. "IF I can" she repeats smiling confidently. But just as she gets ready to pull herself up, the swamp decides to move her the other way. A moment later she finds herself down to her ass and sinking again. Your knowing grin tells her that you saw that coming. Now you at least you paid her back a little for making fun of you.
She quickly sinks to her belly, before she is able to put a stop to her descend by getting a good hold on the green carpet in front of her. Amy is serious about getting herself out now, but you would rather beat her to it. You lie down on the wobbly surface ahead of you and try to somehow drag yourself forward. The morass is holding your legs tightly. Through some wriggling you figure, you should be able to loosen its grip. For a while you are not getting anywhere, but you can see Amy is not doing considerably better than that. Her position is pretty much the same as yours and you are beginning to wonder how long it might take either one of you to get out. Then you notice her placing her right knee on the moss layer, and you cannot help but wonder when she freed that leg. Your legs are both still firmly embedded in the soft clutching peat. In order not to fall behind, you pull harder on one leg, while shifting more of your weight onto the moss and grass covered surface. Then the surface gives way and you end up with one arm buried deeply in the muck. You also appear to be sinking now. After you pull that arm free and upright yourself, you can tell that you have sunken down to your stomach and that you are still gradually getting deeper. Amy is still busy getting that other leg out, but she seems to be making some progress there. Whereas you on the other hand are getting nowhere. Every attempt to lift yourself onto a patch of shaky, mossy ground, ends with it falling apart. You involuntarily destroy more and more of the moss layer with your reach, with every self-rescue attempt. It is quite frustrating to mess up like that. You are down to your ribs and she finally escapes the bog's suction. Already you envision yourself being mocked for the rest of your life for this failure.
There may be a way to avoid that just yet though. "Oh, Miss, I'm so glad you managed to get out. Good thing this swamp prefers to suck down men. It is a female one after all." you say to give your character a comical touch. Also instead of seriously attempting to extricate yourself, you instead revert to feeble, obviously useless thrashing around. With this you give up stopping her from laughing about you, but now at least you can laugh with her. She is now slowly walking closer to you, the spongy ground being bent down with every step. "She seems to like you a lot. Maybe I should leave so you two can have some privacy." Amy mocks you. The bog is engulving your chest as you say "No, I don't think that's a good idea. She is not my type. She is very... clinging". Your girlfriend steps closer, then sits down on the moss carpet outside your reach and watches you. You keep struggling and are now also pumping your legs a little to make yourself sink deeper past floatation point. Maybe you should let the comical-wannabe hero go under and later on claim you had intended that from the start. Of course she would not believe you, but still you could at least make that claim. And you do not mind submerging for a few moments in this mire. You actually like the thought. You start to ask her for help: "Please, Miss, do you think you could help me?", but she keeps refusing with lines like "You should really seperate yourself from her, before you drag me into this relationship.", "Why don't you give her a chance. She loves you sooo much." or "Really now, I could even safely get close enough to you." That last one was for reaching out towards her with one hand when you reached shoulder-depth. You reach down into the muck with both hands and attempt to take off your bathing trunks. Just barely you avoid burying your face into the muck as you do so, but eventually you get it off, though it costs you another few inches. This time you reach out with your trunks in your hand and the peat almost to your chin. "Maybe this'll help to bridge the gap." you comment, but she just says "Eww, I'm not touching that. Besides, I think you just took that off to let her suck your dick". The trunks land somewhere behind you as you toss them away. "No, I would much rather be with you." you answer back. With a devious smile Amy says "That... you will have to prove. Just come here and get me.", then she starts to undo her bikini top. You cannot help but swallow hard with all the saliva quickly gathering in your mouth, as you watch your girlfriend slowly remove the bikini, first the top then the bottom. But she does not stop there. She teases you by caressing herself a little, then fondling with her breasts. Amy lounges on the moss mattress moaning softly and whispering "Get over here. I'm ready for you, big boy". You were so enticed by the show, that you did not even take note of your continued descend. It would not have been unusual for you to sink deeper, if you had been pumping your legs like earlier. But you had completely forgotten to do that and were still going down. Now you have to tilt your head way back just to keep your mouth above the surface. Something is very wrong here.
For a moment you remain perfectly still. Even then you keep going down slowly. "Something is wrong, I am still sinking." you eventually tell your girlfriend. Between moans she replies: "Of course you are. She wants you sooo much". "No, I am getting deeper, even though I am not trying to anymore." you explain your predicament. "Hah! I knew it. You gave yourself to her willingly before. And now you are complaining that she wants you to stay with her. " is her interpretation of your words. You are now looking directly up into the sky and the swamp is dangerously swallowing you completely and permanently. "No, Amy, ..." you start and then break off, knowing she would twist any explaination around again. There is a better way to let her know that you are not acting anymore. Your hands are instinctively looking for something to hold on to, while your brain is looking for that word. Back during your first sink with Amy - when you were not that confident about sinking in quicksand - you agreed on a safeword. Only it has been a while and neither of you ever needed it. You hands come up empty, luckily your brain does not: "Bumblebee!" It is the last word you say, just before the peat covers your face from both sides and shuts off your senses from the surface world.
The only part of you still extending beyond the dark muck, is your right hand. You are not certain, whether Amy heard that word or whether her own moaning covered it. You wait and hope for a few seconds that seem like minutes or hours. Finally you feel her hand grabbing yours. She is pulling you up and forward. Slowly you begin rising upwards. You gasp for air as your face breaks the surface. But before you even get a chance to wipe the mud from your eyes and open them, something pushes you under again. Apparently Amy did that, but you fail to understand why. Then you are being pulled back up to the surface by two hands underneath your armpits. You resurface once more and this time you stay there, at least for now. "Sorry, Tom. I slipped when I tried to pull you up" she says in an apologetic tone. You open your eyes and see, that she is in the bog with you. She is right in front of you, past her cute ass in the morass and sinking. You cannot believe it and just stare at her with an open mouth for a moment. "You said our safeword. Are you alright?" she asks while giving you a worried look. You quickly explain to her, that the danger of drowning in this bog is very real and that you both have to get out quickly. Now she looks down at you even more concerned than before.
There is a short pause before she suggests: "Climb onto me!" It does make some sense. She can distribute your weight onto a larger area, while you are freeing yourself from the boghole, but you decline the offer: "No, if something goes wrong you'll sink down with me. We can't risk that. I can't risk that." You are still tempted by that offer however for reasons other than merely your rescue. Anyhow you have declined and are now trying to come up with a better idea. Sadly, you come up empty. "I'll tell you to stop at the first sign of trouble, I swear." she says. There is a pause but still no better idea. You finally concede. She agrees and you get yourself ready. You are in position, facing her left side and still holding her arm to keep yourself from sinking. Then you let go of her arm and instead placed your hands on her back and on her upper thigh. Slowly you pull yourself closer until your head is right by her side, then you push down on her to lift yourself up. You rest your head on your lower back, looking up her spine. Her skin is soft, flawless and covered in peat. Her blonde hair however has mostly remained clean. You like what you see, but you simply cannot allow yourself to take a break here and enjoy the view. So you lift yourself up again and slowly drag your chest onto her as well. Now you are facing the moss to her right side and see just how deep your combined weight is pushing her down into the squishy surface. You decide not to make any more stops, not even brief ones. More of your body glides over hers, you are now grabbing the moss carpet to drag yourself forward, instead of holding onto her. Only your legs are still in the bare peat. You are reminded of your erection when it meets her left hip and you have to shift sideways to get it past. Now you use only your hands to drag yourself forward, because if you used your feet, you might accidently push her in. Eventually you are clear of the boghole and in relative safety on the green carpet.
[[continue->t06]]She resumes tugging at you, but you interfere: "No, you have to get yourself out first. While you still can." Amy glances down on herself and the bog, which is already swallowing her belly. "But what about you?" is the good question you have to face now. You look around for something to hold onto. Right now you are uncertain, what will happen to you and whether you will somehow manage to stay afloat. But you remind yourself not to let that uncertainity show as you reply: "Don't worry. I'll hold onto some moss here. Now hurry! You know I'm right." You grab onto the soft green moss, still not certain how much use it may or may not be to you. At least it does not fall apart instantly as you touch it and place some weight on it. "Alright, but don't you drown on me." Amy says as she reaches for the moss layer right next to you. The bog is claiming her ribs while she struggles to get close to the edge of the hole you both made in the moss carpet. It is rather sizeable from all your messing around earlier on. You try to help her a little by pulling her closer to the edge. An instant later you notice, that you have torn out a patch of earth and fragile plantlife from the floating layer, and have to find another place to hold on to. You figure you should best try to remain still and stay afloat while Amy extricates herself. So you watch her as she leans forward onto the moss and attempts to lift herself out of the bog. The heaving moss and earth is being pushed down under her weight. The suction of the bog appears to be unwilling to let her go. Instead she remains in to her ribs as the moss mattress threatens to slowly disintegrate under the stress. She reaches farther ahead with her breasts pressing into the soft squishy green surface. So far she is getting nowhere though. You also have that uncanny feeling that you will sooner or later run out of material to hold onto, as another chunk, you had grabbed, comes lose from the edge.
"I'll try and help you up," you tell Amy. You are holding onto the edge of the bog hole with your outstretched right hand, while reach into the muck for her upper thigh. It takes only a second for you to find and and start lifting her up. But it does not seem very effective as you have little leverage. You try a little harder and lose your grip on the moss under your right hand. Now you are just a few inches from going under and sinking again. Your best chance is to get closer to the edge and grab hold once more. Your girlfriend is still trying to pull herself up onto the moss, but she has barely made any progress in the last minute or so. Despite your best effort you are not getting any closer to the edge. Instead you are moment from submerging completely. Amy notices your struggles and reaches back to grab your hand and pull you closer. "I said 'Don't you drown on me.'" she reminds you. Thanks to her help, the edge is soon again within your reach and you can keep yourself from going under for now. Her other hand, which was clawing onto the green moss surface, tears out a chunk and she slides back into the bog losing what little distance she had advanced. That and a little more as she slips in almost to her chest.
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There is little you can do to help Amy get out. She is an agile girl and knows her way around quicksand. You figure your best chance is just to keep still and let her do the rest. With just your face sticking out of the mud, you simply hold on to the layer of floating moss and earth, while she attempts to wiggle herself free somehow. The bog still has a good hold on her slender body from her hips downward. A piece of moss and earth with a tuft of a grass on it comes loose from her struggles. After another minute of futile struggling against the suction she takes a short break, and breathes in deeply. This fight against the bog's grip has to be quite exhausting. But a few seconds later your girlfriend is already again trying to drag herself forward with both hands lodged into the squishy green surface. She does actually move forward a little, but it is hard to tell whether she is really getting anywhere with this, because the edge of the bog hole is also being pushed down and crumbling away underneath her. Amy appears to be tiring down and pauses again. "You can do it. Don't give up now!" you offer some encouraging words. Only as she resumes her struggles, do you notice that she has not only been working on pulling herself forward, but that she has also brought her legs up closer to the surface. She is not only cute and agile, but also smart. With her legs deeply mired she would of course have a hard time to move anywhere. But the way she does things, she should soon be able to sort of glide onto the moss blanket and leave the bare peat behind. In a way it makes you proud to have her as your girlfriend. On the other hand it also makes you feel somewhat inferior considering your own accomplishments of the day thus far.
You catch glimpses of her legs and muddy behind poking through the peat surface, as she continues her efforts to pull herself free. It looks like she is really about to get out now. The sight of her battle against the bog not only gets your hopes up, but also arouses you deeply. For a moment your thoughts drift off to the naughty things you want to do with this lovely girl. A piece of moss and earth that falls apart between your fingers reminds you, that you are not clear of danger yet, and that this is a bad time to space out. You find another place to grab hold of. Amy finally extricates herself completely from the mire. She just lies there naked and covered in peat on the moss blanket, panting for a few moments and glancing over to you. You reward her with a muddy smile. "Now, let's get you out of there" she says as she crawls closer to you on all fours.
As she gets back closer to the edge you notice the surface also becoming softer underneath her as her hands make deeper impressions into the moss. "Be careful!" you tell her. The warning is not really necessary as she is very much aware of the danger, but you could not help but say it anyway. She takes your arm and starts to carefully pull you closer to herself. Your other hand is on the green surface and pushing down in order to lift you out of the morass. You succeed in bringing your shoulders back to the surface, before the floating layer falls apart under your weight. With Amy's help you get hold of another piece of the floating mattress. Repeatedly you try to lift yourself up, drag yourself forward, wiggle free from the grip of the mud. But even with her assistance, all you achieve is to destroy more of the green moss layer. It is frustrating to admit that you cannot copy what she did earlier, not even with her help. "This isn't working. You are too heavy" she explains, then offers you her hand to help keep you afloat. She already appears to have another plan and lies down flat on the moss at the edge in front of you.
The situation appears grim to you. You imagine yourself and Amy drowning in this bog. It occurs to you now for the first time, that the thought of her drowning is much harder to bear than that of your own demise. Of course you knew you loved her, but you never thought about any real life or death scenarios until now. Her chances to get out of here alive do not seem good and yours are even worse. She is still trying to drag herself up, and you want to help her and ensure she will live, but there is little you can do without going under and drowning yourself. That is the catch. That is the prize you will have to pay.
"Amy, I have a plan. Trust me and just keep doing what you are doing. I love you." - "What..." - "No, no time to explain. I think I can give you a little push, and you have to get free now!" That is all you tell her. You know she would refuse, if she knew what you are up to. After all she loves you just as much. So you let go of the moss altogether and grab and lift her legs instead. You go under almost immediately, but keep pushing Amy towards safety with all your strength anyway. The darkness has enveloped you and drowns out the surface noise. You can still feel her legs and keep pressing against them as long as you can. This forces you even deeper very quickly, and soon all contact with your girl is gone. You feel the pressure of some nearby movement with your hand, but that is all. That should have been enough to help her escape. You think and hope it was. Suspended in to wet morass all you can do now is wait for the end. The seconds keep passing and nothing happens. You are beginning to feel a little light-headed, when there is again some movement. Something came close to your hand which you are still stretching up towards the surface. At least you believe that is the direction. Again some movement. Maybe Amy escaped and is now looking for you, sifting through the peat with her hands, but you are most likely too deep for her to reach. It will soon be over and the remaining air from your lungs will escape and make its way to the surface. The bubbles will tell her that you are beyond rescue.
Again there is movement and suddenly a hand grabs yours. You would gasp if you had any air to do so. In fact you could really use some fresh air by now, and you might just get it. You are being rapidly dragged upward. You try not to let yourself lose consciousness just yet. Your body however demands air and you cannot stop yourself from opening your mouth and inhaling any longer. In comes air for the most part. What little peat you get into your mouth, you spit out again. You wipe the mud off your eyes asking: "Amy, how did you...?" But there is no need to finish the question once you open those eyes. She is right in front of you and shoulder-deep in the muck. Tears are washing speckles of mud off her cheeks. "Did you really expect me to leave you here to die?! How could you..." she sobs, still holding and lifting you up slightly until you are both to your necks in the morass. "Amy, I just..." you start another sentence, but she cuts you short: "I know. But I had to come back for you. I love you, too, you know." Then she hugs and kisses you long and passionately. Her arms and legs wrap themselves tightly around you. For a moment you glance towards the edge from the corner of your eye, but it is - as you expected - out of reach. There is nothing left for you and Amy to do, but to take a little comfort in one another's embrace. Slowly you settle in deeper and the black peat climbs to your chin. It goes on to claim your mouth and nose. Only then do you occasionally pause from kissing, because you need to tilt your head back and gasp for some air. You do so three times before the bog finally engulves both of you completely. You keep her close all the time. It does not seem right that your lives should end so soon, but at least this way you will be together for all eternity.
The swamp is quiet as usual. Except for a few leaves rustling in the mild breeze. And a few birds chirping somewhere in the distance. This place never sees any human visitors. It is far too remote and there is not anything that would be of interest to anyone from the so-called civilization here. And then there are the footsteps of two people treading the soft ground with bare feet. And... wait, what? WHat are they doing here?
Before the story can go on to answer such questions, you must make a choice. The two intruders to this serene place are a boy and girl. Well, they are both adults, but still fairly young. Whose role would you take?
[[play as the boy->t01]]
[[play as the girl->a01]]