TGS: The Disappearances (author: ptddddd)

It was Halloween night, over in the Great Swamp’s spa area, located on the east side of the main camp. While most of the other guests and staff, including Miranda, were over in the Northern Peat Bogs as part of some costume-themed sink, Tara, Victoria (or Vicky, as most referred her as), and Sandra (who Vicky called ‘Sandy’ just to get under her skin) were instead by themselves in the spa, all three of which fully nude, as per the rules of the spa. Each woman had a drink in their hand, containing a mango-flavored alcoholic beverage in a glass cup, with Sandra adjusting the nearby radio to play a soft, soothing melody, putting all three women in a state of slight arousal.

Tara: “Isn’t it nice that the three of us get to spend some time here in the spa, without the company of anyone else?”
Vicky: “Normally, they’d all be here, and we’d be the ones out in the swamp.”
Tara: “I know, but I particularly love the atmosphere this spa provides, especially when it’s late at night like this.”
Sandra: “It’s definitely different than out in the swamp, that’s for sure.”

Not wanting to waste any more time, Tara was the first to step into the pool filled with peat slowly. As the muck’s smell filled her nose, the dark-skinned tour guide cooed in pleasure as the mire slowly carried her downward toward its bottom, before abruptly stopping at shoulder depth. Vicky, holding her drink in her right hand, did the same, giggling softly as she was lowered down into the faux-quagmire, the bottom of which allowed her to stay above at shoulder-deep, much like her fellow spa-goer. As Tara and Vicky slowly meandered through the incorrigible peat toward the pool’s center, Sandra stayed behind, sitting on the pool’s edge as she dipped her smooth, tanned legs into the warm, soothing mud.

Vicky: “By the way, you two, you gals ever hear about the girls disappearing when they enter the spa?”
Tara: “Who? Did something happen to them?”
Vicky: “Well, rumor has it that sometimes, when someone enters the spa alone at night, a strange fog shrouds the whole room. Then, suddenly, whoever is in the mud pool is whisked somewhere else, far away from the camp~”
Tara: “Into a bog, I presume?”
Vicky: “Yep! Then, since, well… the bogs out in the swamp tend to be, you know, a little deeper than this pool, they would~”
Sandra: “They’d go under and drown, I assume?”
Vicky: “Exactly.”
Tara: “This seems… way too far-fetched to be real. How would it ever be foggy JUST in the spa alone?”

Sandra lowered herself into the pool, slowly sinking to about shoulder depth, as she made her way to her nude companions in the pool’s center.

Vicky: “You tell me. The only reason I know this is because this has happened before!”

Sandra and Tara looked at each other with concern. Clearly, these things that Vicky was saying had to be myths, right?

Tara: “Wait a minute… who did this happen to anyway?”
Vicky: “Well, you know how you said you couldn’t find Millie anywhere?”
Tara: “I never said that…”
Vicky: “That isn’t all, Tara! Last I checked, Suzi just walked out of the camp and never came back, or at least, that’s what they say…”
Sandra: “To be honest, it’s only a matter of time before she doesn’t come back, no offense.”
Tara: “We get it, Vicky, they disappeared. Shouldn’t we be worrying about~”
Vicky: “Not being the next victims should be our worry…”
Sandra: “I don’t know, Vicky might have the right idea.”
Vicky: “So you get it, too?”
Sandra: “We need to stop people from walking out without a guide, or else more and more will keep dying out there!”
Tara: “I feel like it’d make more sense to try and form search and rescue teams, at least for those who get lost.”
Vicky: “If you guys do that, then we’d just be sending people out to watch Suzi or whoever sink over and over.”
Tara: “Clearly, it’d be motivation enough for them to enlist, no?”
Vicky: “Should I keep going with this story, or not?”
Sandra: “Please, continue.”
Vicky: “Very well. Here’s what I heard happened to each of the victims…”

Vicky describes how Millie was simply relaxing in the spa late at night, when eventually, the fog took her…

One moment, Millie was in the spa, which, to her surprise (and also her apathy), filled up slowly with fog. As Millie watched from nose-deep within the pool, the mist grew thicker and thicker until the guide’s vision was gone entirely, leaving only a gray mist. When the fog eventually faded, Millie found herself in the most peculiar of places: a dark, bottomless peat bog in the middle of a large clearing, surrounded by loose moss that could never hold a person’s weight. Even more peculiar was how the brown-haired guide was now… sinking?

Millie: “Mmmmmph?”

Even if her predicament changed, it still didn’t matter all too much to the lustful guide. She got to live out her fantasies of sinking into peat, without anyone to disturb her. Or so she thought, as before the surrounding muck caved in her eyes, she witnessed a mysterious woman watching her, who did nothing to attempt to rescue the pale-skinned guide from her fate. Instead, the dark-skinned figure simply witnessed the spectacle before walking off into the jungle, bubbles popping where a tour guide had fallen into an unexpected, bottomless pit.

Vicky describes how Suzi had just arrived at the spa when, eventually, the fog took her…

The nude magenta-haired woman was currently chest-deep in the soft Mdogo riverbed, having arrived there after the fog had whisked her away to another part of the swamp. Instinctively, as soon as she saw where she was, Suzi fought against the binding of the bog, wiggling her cemented, nude body as it gurgled with each downward movement, the spa-goer discontent with her current predicament.

Suzi: “Nnnngh… let me go… I’m supposed to be over in the spa!”

Despite the nude gal’s demands, the bog refused to listen. Instead, it retaliated by lowering Suzi down to her shoulders, each of its victim’s attempts to get her arms free costing her more and more of her body above the peat’s maw. Raising her arms in the air, she waved frantically through the fog, as it refused to disappear.

Suzi: “Uhhh… somebody! I’m stuck in quicksand… for some reason! I don’t know where I am, but could you please help?

As the nude woman pleaded, she was reciprocated with silence, as there was no visible audience to plead to. If there was, then they had more of an interest in seeing the naked damsel disappear into the mire, to which their patience would be rewarded as the naked gal was now at her chin in the goopy muck.

Suzi: “Ugh… how did I even… get here anyway… or more importantly, will I… get sent back once I-mlblblblblblb…”

It wasn’t long before the nude magenta-haired lady was quickly taken under in the deep bog. She had no idea how she got to where she was, or rather, why it was broad daylight in the Mdogo riverbed. But alas, all she could do was go under in this bog, and go under she did. Not even tilting her head back, the nude woman clawed her peat-coated arms out in front of her, letting out a muffled grunt of defiance toward the mysterious figure that she had seen in the corner of her eyes, who gleefully watched as Suzi was lowered down to the top of her head, her long, magenta hair being slurped up into the mire like noodles. Eventually, all that remained were Suzi’s long, stretched-out arms, loose peat steadily dripping from them, as if they were leaky faucets, before they too disappeared, one finger at a time, before, as Suzi wiggled her arms in suppressed despair, the last fingertip disappeared within the sinking crater, which filled up with runny peat once again.

Suzi: ‘Ugh… what was that one name I brought up that came to this camp before… I’m not sure…’

Suddenly, the lights around the spa go out, as does the radio, which went silent…

Vicky: “Whoa! There it goes!”
Tara: “Uh-oh… some sort of blackout?”
Vicky: “Could be… or…”
Sandra: “I’m just going to check the electrical room. Something must have been going wrong with the wiring.

Carrying her drink in her left hand, the nude, tanned blonde began trudging her way out of the peat-filled pool. Her motions were slow and unorthodox, as the muck squelched and bubbled with every step Sandra took, refusing to let her go even if the pool wasn’t lethal. Eventually, the blonde gradually crawled out of the bog-pool, setting her drink down on one of the empty chairs as she walked toward the shower area to see if the locker rooms still had power. Meanwhile, Tara and Vicky were now alone in the pool, holding their empty drinks, with the only light shining on them coming from the bright moon that glimmered above the swamp. Luckily, because they had only one drink each, neither was intoxicated.

Vicky: “Too bad for Sandy, she’s gonna miss out!”
Tara: “Miss out on what? Dying?”
Vicky: “Yeah, pretty much.”

As if on queue, a mysterious fog blotted out the night sky, cutting off the moonlight and leaving Tara and Vicky stranded in an even greater darkness, before the mist began shrouding the spa in itself.

Tara: “What the~ where did this…”
Vicky: “Look, it’s happening!”
Tara: “What’s happening?”
Vicky: “Precisely what happened to those other girls!”
Tara: “You mean?”

It wasn’t long before the fog grew so thick that neither could see anything around them, only gray mist and darkness. Eventually, when the fog slowly cleared, the blinding sun shone in the shoulder-deep Tara and Vicky’s faces, causing them instinctively to react by placing their hands up to shield the sun’s rays… only that, their arms were now glued tight in the muck, to which neither could now feel a bottom.

Tara: “Vicky… uhh… where are we?”
Vicky: “You tell me?”

Both naked gals looked around, seeing that their surroundings had drastically changed. Rather than the secure walls of the spa, Tara and Vicky were now in the middle of the Northern Peat Bogs, with the moss too far away for either gal to reach. Things only got worse as they soon realized that they were both sinking now.

Tara: “Nnnngh… wait… are we… sinking?!”
Vicky: “Uhh… looks like it…”

As the nude gals struggled, wiggling their bodies as they sank past their shoulders. Eventually, Tara was able to break her arms free from being concreted in place by the gurgling mire. Looking to the side, she saw in the corner of her eye something that would be crucial to their freedom: a vine, right in front of them.

Tara: “There. I just need to… got it!”
Vicky: “Okay, good, now we can…”
Tara: “Here, let me get out of this, then I can rescue you!”
Vicky: “Alright, Tara, do what you gotta do!”

The blonde, placing her life in the guide’s hands, Tara began pulling on the vine in front of her, her naked, peat-coated body making the endeavor more difficult, as the guide continued to pull toward the edge of the bog, toward the sturdy moss that could save their lives. Everything seemed to be going smoothly until…

SNAP!

Vicky: “So much for that plan…”
Tara: “Uh-oh… maybe I shouldn’t have… no…”
Vicky: “Whatever happened to Sandra, by the way?”
Tara: “I… I don’t know…”

Now down to their necks in the deep bog, it seemed there wasn’t anything these two could do. Their inaction regarding the mysterious fog and the lights going out had cost them their lives…

Tara: “SANDRAAAAAA!!! HEEELLPPP!”
Vicky: “Yeah, sure… one of the monkeys… is also named Sandra…”

The sheer bottomlessness of the thick, burly peat added all the more weight onto the sinking damsels, as their lungs were being crushed by the weight of the quickmud that lowered them down to their chins.

Tara: “No… no… no… this can’t be happening! How can… how can… how can something like this happen…”
Vicky: “We should’ve… we should’ve followed Sanmmblblblb… mmmmph!”

Before long, Vicky’s mouth had to go under, leaving her at nose-depth, while Tara did her best to tilt her head back, even though she also had her mouth slip under as well.

Vicky: “Mmmmm…”
Tara: “MMMMMPH!!!”

For all the struggles of the nude spa-goers, it ultimately proved futile, with Tara submerging first, with the last thing seen on the surface being her nose, which uncontrollably snorted in heavy peat before slipping under. Meanwhile, before she was forced to close her eyes for good, Vicky got a good look at a mysterious figure that she had seen on the corner of her eyes, which could only be seen for a moment as the muck rose higher and higher within the blonde’s darkening vision. This woman, who had dark skin, much like Tara, had her long, obsidian-colored hair in dreadlocks, wearing a black feather earring on her left ear, adjusting her shining, purple bikini as she walked toward the submerging blonde, able to walk on the mire itself without falling through. She giggled in glee as she walked past where the two naked gals were slowly blowing their bubbles, their last breath having only a single, gleeful witness. Looking back at the bubbles, which eventually stilled to nothing, the woman spoke sadistically with a bone-chilling Swahili accent.

???: “To think the latest woman foolish enough to utter the name ‘Isabella’ would be so generous to bring a friend. Hehehehe~ I hope that name becomes very popular among your companions.”

However, the dreadlocked figure was in for a surprise when, as she was about to turn away from the bog, it started rumbling again. Against the mysterious woman’s wishes, Tara had broken free from underneath the smothering muck, or at least, her face did, which was now thoroughly coated in the dark peat, a darker complexion than Tara’s own skin color. The guide’s puffy afro was weighed down by the loose, heavy peat, covering her eyes as she gulped in the jungle oxygen.

Tara: “No… no… I can’t go under! Not like this! This isn’t real! This… this… this… ahh… AHHHHH! AAAAA-blblblblblblblblb!”

???: “Foolish woman, not even you can escape the bog.”

The enigmatic woman bellowed out a deep laugh, mocking the mortal woman for fighting against the swamp itself. Tara’s second and final submersion wouldn’t even have an audience, as the woman was content with the knowledge that her latest sinking entertainment was about to be over. Smirking deviously, the woman walked away; the sounds of bubbles popping were music to her ears.

Meanwhile, back at the spa, Sandra, her nude body now sparkling clean, as the showers were still fully operational, even if the main spa area had gone utterly black, returned to the newly lit spa, only to find her companions now missing, the peat-filled pool empty. She scratched her head in surprise and confusion. Where could those two have gone?

Sandra: “Huh, I guess Tara and Vicky left already. Oh well, I’ll just meet them back at my room.”

The naked blonde quickly gathered the empty glass cups to take back to the cantina, stacking them before walking out of the spa area.

Sandra: “Also, I wonder what Miranda said about an ‘Isabella’ that she said she heard about…”

‘Blub, blub, blub’ went the latest victim, having been forced to submerge in the deep, desolate peat slowly. The bubbles continued, as ‘Isabella,’ who was currently naked, cheerfully yet menacingly watched from afar, waiting for the moment that the bog stilled once again…