Petunia: Deep in Solitude

It had been about a week since Petunia first arrived at the Great Swamp. In that time, she had gotten to know both the members of the Research and Development team, as well as the Bogsweeper team, quite well through each member’s collective goals and agendas. With Petunia’s physical prowess and her experience in exploring swamps, the Bogsweeper team was able to cover a wide expanse throughout both the Central Peat Bogs and Mangrove Swamp, placing signs down to ensure that there would be fewer casualties for unsuspecting travelers being swallowed up by the earth. On top of that, when she wasn’t out in the swamp with Danica or another Bogsweeper member, the dark-skinned researcher worked closely with Drs. Marcovics and Twostone in researching the chemical compounds of the peat that could be found in the Great Swamp, as well as providing comparisons between the Great Swamp’s soil and that of dirt from Petunia’s hometown.

All in all, it was a productive yet busy week for Miss Martindale, with little time for the introverted ebony woman to be by herself. It was this kind of solitude that, even though she enjoyed collaborating with her fellow researchers and surveyors, the dark-skinned woman enjoyed when she was out exploring swamps back home. It was rare for Petunia to bring assistants with her when out collecting peat samples, and she was more than capable of relying on herself when travelling alone. Earlier this morning, during an extensive conversation about exploring swamps and getting stuck in quicksand with Dr. Marcovics, the ebony woman asked to go out into the swamp alone to collect samples to bring back to NatureLight Co. for study. Petunia recalled in detail how the conversation went before the two researchers parted ways that morning.

Looking up at the clear, blue sky, which was almost entirely shaded by the large trees covering the boggy area, Petunia recalled the rest of her conversation with Helen and how the latter had heard that Tara, one of the camp’s esteemed tour guides, was going off into the Northern Peat Bogs herself, the same destination that the ebony researcher had chosen. Looking back at the fog-shrouded, mossy fields in front of her, which varied in their durability, some spots being able to withstand the weight of an average-sized human, while others looked like they would’ve given way easily, especially those on the heavier side, such as Helen. Thinking to herself about how she was glad about being able to talk the blonde researcher out of joining in on the expedition, the ebony woman took her black backpack off her back, carrying it in her hands as she began to stare blankly out in front of her with no actual point of focus, as she played out several cynical scenarios in her mind, many of which depicting Helen meeting an untimely fate, others of which herself being quickly swallowed up into the earth. Petunia imagined her dirty sneakers giving way into the thick, voracious mud right beneath her, the moss she was standing on giving out beneath her feet, and all around her, the warmth and the wetness of the sticky, gooey peat as it sucked in her muscular, busty form…

Or maybe… she didn’t have to imagine that…

Amidst her wandering thoughts, the dark-skinned researcher failed to notice until now that what she believed was a harmless fantasy had, beneath her notice, become a reality, as the ebony woman had now sunk to her shapely, muscular thighs, her signature denim blue jeans now getting tainted with the deep, dark peat slowly slurping up the researcher’s shapely legs.

The moment the sinking woman uttered the word ‘quicksand’ was when she stopped, her breath getting more and more frantic, as she tried desperately not to lose her composure, a difficult feat when you’re slowly being lowered to your demise by the very earth you once assumed you were walking on without issue. Taking a few deep breaths to calm herself, Petunia began analyzing her surroundings for any means to perform a self-rescue. Looking out at the moss in front of her, Petunia could only sigh in annoyance; as the natural lifeline disappeared in front of her, the edge slowly slid further and further away as if to taunt her for her incautiousness. Looking down at the creamy muck beneath her as it began eating away at her plump butt, making soft squelching noises as it did so, the ebony woman looked down at her heavy backpack, frantically opening it up to see if anything she held in there would be of any use.

Frustrated that there was nothing of use to her currently, Petunia vaulted the backpack toward the soft moss in front of her, watching it land with a SPLOOCH on the thin, unstable ground. ‘Okay… don’t sink under… please…’ the ebony woman anxiously thought to herself, seeing the backpack simply lying there on the moss, not appearing to be getting lower into the thick peat just yet. Meanwhile, the ebony woman had another, bigger problem: how was she going to get herself out? Doing the backstroke like she was taught would theoretically work if the researcher wasn’t already up to her bare belly button in the deep bog, as it continued to squelch around her, greedily climbing up her bare stomach. Another issue was that the moss behind her was simply too far away to be worth the effort…

Time was slowly running out for poor Miss Martindale. The ebony woman growled in frustration, as she swayed her hips back and forth to try and break the bog’s tight and relentless grip on her. Sadly, every time she attempted to do so, the bog wouldn’t let up, and instead, the researcher was punished via the muck sucking down more and more of her exposed abs, until it began staining her pitch-black crop top with dark-colored muck.

As the quaking mire neared the ebony woman’s concealed bosom, Petunia’s breath became more and more rushed and panicked, seeing that unless someone was able to stop by like the spiky-haired lady back in the Central Peat Bogs, the researcher’s chances of survival were slim. Carefully placing her hands and arms on the surface of the mire in a vain attempt to stop herself from slipping deeper, as she descended to her bosom, the researcher began to call out into the seemingly empty swamp, hoping to get the attention of the one person who Petunia believed had the best chance of coming to her aid.

Continuing her struggles against the merciless mire, Petunia bobbed her bosom up and down, hoping that it would at least loosen the muck gripping her tightly. Disappointed when this did not happen, the ebony woman could only gasp in shock as she slid past her generous chest, the muck shaking with every one of the sinking damsel’s movements.

Losing her train of thought once more, Petunia’s arms slowly slid into the muck as she descended to her shoulders. If someone didn’t find her now, the researcher’s excursion into the swamp would not end well…

Meanwhile, as Tara continued on her seemingly carefree stroll through the Northern Peat Bogs, wearing her typical, shiny, red bikini as befitting of the humid, tropical swamp environment, as well as in case she would get too dirty while out on excursions of her own. The tour guide was hoping to get some time to herself, as typically she is quite the busybody with her work back at the Great Swamp camp’s headquarters, as well as venturing out into the swamp herself, either on tours, with her friends, or in whatever context. It was unusual for the curly-haired, chocolate-skinned tour guide to have some time to herself. For a moment, all seemed peaceful… until…

The tour guide’s internal alarms were going off as she heard the contralto screams of someone who had likely fallen beneath the mossy surface. Not wanting to waste another second, Tara quickly, but carefully, made her way toward the source of the cries for help, making sure not to become yet another of the bogs’ victims.

Between the rushed pants of the sinking ebony woman, who was down to about neck-deep, Petunia continued to cry out into the swamp, faintly hearing the shouts of another woman with a more gentle voice. As the bikini-clad tour guide drew closer, but still unable to find the sinking damsel with the thick fog hanging in the air… Petunia’s mind could only help but focus on the muck slowly sucking her in. The way it heaved and waved with each of the researcher’s frantic movements. The pleasure it… wait… no… she couldn’t think about that… not now… not if she was…

Keeping herself from passing out, as difficult as it was with how much the heavy peat was crushing her lungs, as she sank to her chin, Petunia continued to wheeze out any means of getting a potential rescuer’s attention.

Forced to seal her lips as they slid under the peat, Petunia continued moaning as she found that her face was continuing to slide deeper into the muck. Instinctively, she tilted her head back, freeing her muck-covered mouth once more.

Try as the researcher might, she could not keep her face above the muck for long; the smooth, creamy peat collapsed over her, blotting out the sun’s light as it shone through the thick veil of fog. Yet still, despite being cut off from the humid, jungle oxygen, despite the last of the deep crimson tips of the ebony woman’s dreadlocks sliding under, Petunia refused to give up, frantically splashing around at the dark peat around her with her muck-coated arms, each slap on the wavy surface making a PLAP noise, which reached the ears of the tour guide who just now found the researcher’s muddy backpack, the main zipper having been left opened up after its owner panickedly discarded it. Luckily, the first thing Tara saw popping out of the backpack was the sturdy rope. Knowing exactly what to do, the bikini-clad tour guide got to work as she saw the pair of mud-caked hands slowly slide under, the bubbles popping alongside slowing down as well. Time was running out. Without thinking, Tara tossed one end of the rope toward the sole hand that stayed above the surface.

Luckily, as the hand and the nearby end of the rope touched while sliding under, the hand grabbed the rope as tightly as she could, even though the researcher was on the verge of passing out. Sensing the pull from within the deep bog, Tara wasted no time tugging on her end of the rope with everything she had. With how strong she was, yanking the sunken damsel wasn’t as bad a challenge as Petunia, her mud-coated face re-emerging from the thick, heavy muck, could only hold onto the rope as she was tugged closer and closer toward the more sturdy moss. As the researcher opened her eyes, she could only faintly see the bikini-clad woman rescuing her, as the latter continued pulling backward, with more and more of the mud-coated woman rising out of the bottomless muck.

Tara’s left eyebrow rose in surprise. It wasn’t a question her rescuee would often ask. Well, maybe except Vicky… Yet still, given the circumstances, the tour guide didn’t give much thought to it.

Alone once more, listening to the sounds of birds chirping and the occasional screech of a monkey, the mud-coated researcher was, predictably, lost. While Tara did say to go west toward the river, the swamp was still a maze in and of itself; instead, all that she found was a large pond, which, while it was a good place to get clean, didn’t exactly provide the soil she wanted to snag a sample of. Luckily, there was enough daylight remaining that Petunia could afford to make detours like this, so long as she wasn’t held up too much by anything. Already tired from walking, the exhausted ebony woman sat down on the shore overlooking the pond, before looking up at the sun, seeing that high enough in the sky to make the researcher think ‘I still have time…’ Quickly standing up again, Petunia slipped off her mud-coated crop top, leaving the ebony woman totally topless, before sliding off her leather belt, taking off her mucky, blackened jeans, as well as her soaked and muddied socks and sneakers. Setting down her mucky clothes on the shore, making SPLAT sounds as they hit the dirt, the now totally naked Petunia stepped forward into the murky pond water, but not before taking a huge chug of her ice-cold water from her equally dirty backpack, the steel bottle keeping the water as cold as when the woman filled it up that morning. Putting the bottle away after taking an ice cube to suck in her mouth, both to cool her off and in place of food, which Petunia didn’t bother to pack. The ebony woman knew better than to eat or drink anything out in nature, but she also wasn’t expecting to be out in the swamp all day, necessarily. Hungry, yes, but that did not deter the explorer, at least not fully. At worst, Petunia could simply munch on ‘ice soup’ as she stepped into the frigid pond water. As she waded into deeper waters, the crusted muck slid off the ebony woman’s wet body. Taking a deep breath in anticipation of submerging herself in the freezing water, Petunia quickly dipped her upper body before standing right back up in the waist-deep water.

Shivering as the ebony woman’s busty, muscular body was now soaking wet and free of the bog’s clingy muck, Petunia, being the goal-focused gal she was, waded back toward the shore where the researcher lay out her belongings, only to find that… they disappeared…

Petunia’s breath became panicked once more. Losing her belongings was one of her biggest pet peeves. Luckily, it wouldn’t be long before the culprit revealed herself; a pair of small, white-furred monkeys, which seemed to only go up to the six-foot woman’s thighs, at best, in height, one of which was carrying the researcher’s muddy backpack, and the other had the mud-stained clothes in its hands. Carefreely climbing and swinging through the trees, the monkeys simply hopped away, prompting the soaked, disgruntled woman to give chase.

Carefully eyeing the monkeys as they continued their trek through the thick jungle, Petunia quickly found herself going in the opposite direction from which she planned to go. Yet still, the soil samples had to wait once again, as these two critters decided it would be comedy gold to be cheeky thieves, leading the muddy objects’ naked owner astray toward parts unknown.

Petunia could only sigh as the monkey duo was quickly gaining traction ahead of her, the naked researcher slowing down due to exhaustion from an unplanned sprint on the harsh, swampy terrain, eventually running into a more open clearing, consisting of tall, sharp reeds. With a faint splat reaching her ears, the naked woman found her clothes and backpack now smack-dab in the middle of a peat bog, surrounded by the sharp reeds.

As the dehydrated and hungry woman instinctively made her way toward the bog that was slowly claiming her belongings, her steps quickly slowed down to a crawl, literally, as the naked, ebony woman was eventually reduced to crawling on all fours, all of which just to inch her body closer and closer to her things. The loose, sturdy muck squelched and bubbled around Petunia’s naked form, cementing her in place, as the backpack was going deeper and deeper into the quaking morass.

With a loud, hearty grunt, Petunia promptly plucked her backpack out of the muck from halfway submerged into the sticky mire. Even though the naked woman was now up to her shapely, shining butt in the peat, her arms totally coated in muck, the ebony woman still wanted to check to ensure that her belongings were still there. Luckily, as far as Petunia was concerned, they were. Tossing the muddy backpack aside on more stable ground, the naked woman now needed to figure out how she was going to get out of this. Compared to the thick, heavy muck over in the Northern Peat Bogs, this muck was looser, but still too dense and heavy for Petunia to just casually swim out of, as it continued to cling to the researcher’s jiggly rump, before greedily swallowing every last, mucky inch of it…

Trying not to lose her cool, as the muck continued to climb up her abs, Petunia quickly leaned toward the edge of the bog to her right in an attempt to try and use the reeds as leverage. This strategy could work if it weren’t for the fact that reeds were just so damn sharp, and the researcher’s hands were just too slippery from being coated in muck. The reeds sliding between her muddy fingers, Petunia knew she had to cut her losses with this idea. Yet still, with the muck sliding up her ribcage, the ebony woman knew that if she couldn’t get out soon, she would be finished.

Sliding down to her ample bust in the mire, her erect, charcoal nipples making contact with the goopy, dark muck, the researcher’s struggles would not cease, as she jiggled her mud-coated bosom back and forth in the hopes of giving herself more wiggle room against the mire’s ruthless pull, making waves in the mire as she did so. A blush now forming on her face, Petunia’s breath steadily rose in pace. She couldn’t help but wiggle herself to the rhythm of the muck’s slurping and squelching as she… no… not here… the ebony woman tried her best to calm herself down, as she, despite her exhaustion, kept her peat-coated arms above the surface, as the sinking woman slid further down, to about shoulder-depth…

Her head throbbing, her heart racing and unable to focus from the lack of food and dehydration, as well as the agonizing pleasure the feel of the bog on her naked form gave her, Petunia’s struggles were beginning to wane, not that she could control it, as her broad shoulders, which were still bobbing up and down, slipped into the wet peat, the cavities they left behind filling up quickly. As the neck-deep woman settled down to her chin, Petunia could only groan in despair, replaying in her mind how she declined the companionship of two ladies who could have prolonged her life in the swamp. Twice now, she rejected the fellowship, the safety, the companionship, all to attain the solitude she craved since her arrival in the Great Swamp. Her mud-coated hands reaching for the edges of the bog toward the reeds she knew she couldn’t touch, Petunia tilted her head back toward the sunny sky, her ears clogged up with runny peat as her face continued to slide deeper and deeper into the morass.

Petunia could only scream… as the runny muck filled her eyes, blocking her vision, as she could only sputter out any gunk that flowed into her mouth.

The submerged ebony woman wasn’t sure how it happened, but somehow, against all odds, after approximately thirty seconds of blowing bubbles, expecting her life to end simply… she grabbed it. ‘It’ being a small, but firm root, which Petunia stabbed her hand on upon contact, but if it could save her life, she had no choice! Yanking on the root as hard as she could, the ebony woman’s mud-coated face reappeared, as she spat out any muck that was still in her mouth and on her lips, slowly but surely pulling herself out toward the reeds on dryer, stabler ground, the pain from cutting herself on the root still as sharp as ever.

As the mud-coated woman let go of the root after grabbing the moist, but sturdy, solid ground, the researcher slowly hauled her heavy, exhausted, naked body out of the mire, until she sat her mud-coated but within the reeds, uncaring that she was crushing a few underneath her. Petunia didn’t see a reason to care. They weren’t able to save her ass anyway.

Out of breath once more as she gazed toward the peat bog that she had almost drowned in, for the second time today, the researcher admitted to herself that she had learned her lesson: bring a friend with you to the swamp, don’t let your belongings out of your sight, because monkeys will likely grab them and run away. Petunia could only help but laugh at how absurd her day had become! First, she fell into a bog as she was imagining it, and the second was because some monkeys tried to rob her in blind daylight.

The naked Petunia grabbed her belongings, making for the pond she had stopped at before in the hopes of cleaning herself up once again. Luckily, she was at least able to make it back toward the pond she stopped at before the monkeys robbed her. Setting her mud-coated backpack down, Petunia returned to the frigid pond, not even reacting to the coldness as the murky water cleansed her of the runny, goopy muck. This time, however, the ebony woman, after getting cleaned up and taking the time to scrub the muck from her dreadlocks, kept a very close eye on the backpack as she quickly took out the bright green bikini stashed inside. Sighing in relief that the monkeys had not trashed it, Petunia quickly put the swimwear on before taking out her cell phone to snap a quick selfie, as she began her trek back toward the camp, thinking of an appropriate caption for said selfie.

Frustrated by the hecticness and peril that filled today, but still fortunate to be alive, Petunia could only sigh in relief, hoping that at the very least, Tara didn’t go and get sunk in a bog elsewhere in the swamp, after the dreadlocked researcher and the guide parted ways. However, what she really needed was a nice, hot shower, and maybe, to the introverted researcher’s surprise, someone to talk to about her recent excursions, which nearly ended in a boggy demise.