The Journey Down

The leaves and twigs rustled as I walked. I felt the cool breeze forming goose bumps on my naked skin as I was led along in the darkness created by my blindfold. Occasionally I stumbled and had a hard time righting myself with my arms duct taped securely up to my elbows behind my back.

“Are you up for playing a fun game?” My mind drifted back to those words she said to me before the hike we had planned.

“Sure what would you like to do?” I said

“That would ruin the surprise and I know you like to be surprised.” A Cheshire cat like smile parted her lips. “Strip, take everything off, place your arms behind your back, and don’t move until I say so”

“OK” I complied, clothes off, once my arms were behind my back she walked behind me and I heard the sound of duct tape coming off of the roll. I turned my head to look and she smiled as she wraped up my wrists. She was wearing her t-shirt and cut off shorts and looked so cute and mischievous.

“Your peeking, we’ll have to fix that.”

She grabbed a folded up garbage bag and wrapped it around my eyes and tied it tight behind my head.

“There that’s better no more ruining the surprise. I’ll let you see more later.”

“Hmmm” I heard her muse, “you might figure stuff out by listening too, I can fix that.”

I heard her walk away and rummage through some stuff then come back. I felt something soft being molded to my ear.

“No sight or sound that should keep you guessing and excited.”

She went for the other ear the feeling was a bit different a little hard then the same soft stuff over it, all sound was now cut off. In the darkness and almost complete silence I could only feel her wrap my arms up to my elbows with the tape. Then I felt a rope tied around my waist. I stood there for a while couldn’t see or here anything wondering what she was up to. Then I felt a tug and we were off. Soon the feeling of rugs underfoot changes to wood, then grass, and soon a dirt path.

We walked for a long time the smell of the woods changed to a slightly heavier musty scent, and the ground seemed moist. But we kept going for awhile longer. I could feel the sun on my skin, it had started on my back and shoulders and had crept up to the top of my head, I figured we walked for about an hour to an hour and a half. The moist ground changed to a wooden plank we walked a few more steps then stopped. The rope came off my mid section and I was standing there for a while, she was up to something but what?

After a minute or two she pulled off my blindfold and I blinked to adjust to the light. She had a bag of stuff at her feet, she reached in and pulled out a bottle of water and took a drink. She held it up to me offering it and I nodded. Holding my mouth open she gave me a nice long drink quenching my thirst after the long hike. Back into the bag, went the little temptress, and out came some swim goggles. I had a confused look on my face but was still focused on her, as she put them on me. 

When they were completely on I glanced around looking through the distortion caused by both the lenses and the pulling on my eyes they caused. I saw water a ways off but not close to us, so we weren’t going swimming, at least not immediately and I notice the wood plank I was on bordered some ground between us on the water, I could see the back of a sign from were we stepped onto the plank but not what it said in the front of it. My explorations were distracted by her hands running along my body. She squeezed my naked buttock, breathed closely and heavily on my neck and just as I got excited and my goggles fogged up I felt a playful push and backwards I fell. I went to wave my arms for balance but they wee still secured behind me. My attempts at preventing my fall only caused me to actually push off of the wooden plank and land on my backside in soft earth.

I felt my buttock sink into the earth, along with my hands, from the safety of the plank I could see my companion exaggerated movements to communicate with me, she motioned her body from a squat to standing position mouthing the words “Well Stand up and come over here.” With great effort I leaned to a forward sitting position, then bent my knees, and shifted my body weight to stand up. That action bore surprising results; both of my feet and legs went smoothly into the wet black earth below me. I was standing but I had gotten no higher, in fact my crotch was going under and once again my hands were in the mud.

I looked towards her and she was standing with her hands on her hips in mock indignation. She was within arms reach of me, and seemed to be thinking of how to help me out, or so it seemed. She looked around with an exaggerated motion like a player in a silent film and picked up the rope. She walked over to the sign and tied an end to it. Walked back over to the edge of the plank cocked her head and put on a quizzical look, slapped her forehead and held up her hands as if to say “oh I forgot your arms are tied behind you!”

I was now up to my navel in the mud and could feel no bottom; it seemed to be a mix of clay, earth and some sand and was very thick. I was going nowhere fast. She got a look of 'I have an idea', went in the bag for a second took something out I couldn’t see clearly, seemed to fiddle with her hair and earrings then looped the rope through her belt loops around her waist and secured it behind her. She had left a lot of slack for some reason way too much I thought.

As she was preparing for what I though was my rescue I had time to ponder my situation the thick muck had me up to a little over my navel. It felt good it had warmed up a bit since my initial landing and seemed to be caressing and holding me, one odd thing I had noticed was that large clumps of it were solidifying around me, I could still move but every time I did it seemed that more of it moved with me, ah well no worries here comes my rescue now.

She kneeled down and reached out for me, I thought she was going to grab my shoulders and pull me in but instead she firmly placed each of her hands on my shoulders and pushed letting her body weight assist her. I was sinking further down! I tried twisting and struggling but that only seemed to help her out. Bringing her face closer to mine I could make out a smile that wasn’t just the Cheshire cat’s but one of the cat that had swallowed the canary, near her lips and looped around her ear I could also make out what seemed to be a microphone and earpiece, that’s what she was doing with her hair and ear earlier, but why?

I felt her hot heavy breath against my face steaming up my goggles again, and while terrified I found myself very turned on by the whole thing as my nipples succumbed to the mire. She kept pushing until only my shoulders and higher were out. Then she gave me a kiss on the forehead and leaned back. She admired her handy work for awhile laying on the wooden plank looking me in the eye, playfully she ran a hand in the mud, and painted patterns on my face, applying some as a muddy lipstick. She got one of those wicked smiles again and took a gob of the muck and brought it to my lips held it there and opened her mouth wide as if to motion for me to do the same. A bit of fear and revulsion gripped me but her play had gotten me very excited and curious in so many ways I opened my mouth and she slid a mud covered finger in, I closed my lips around it tentatively then she pulled the now clean finger out. It was one of the most vile tastes I every had, pure clay would have had almost no taste but this had boggy earth, sand, clay and who knows what else, my face winced as I swallowed it, but it I was so hot from having done that, the conflict was inexplicable. A playful smile crossed her lips with a giggle and she patted me on the head as if I was a good little puppy.

At that point I realized that I was down to my shoulders but wasn’t coming up despite buoyancy a lot of the mire seemed to be attached to me and was weighing me down. What an awkward position I was in I thought as I felt some mud splash on me from the bag landing near me. Now what was she up to? I thought.

Looking away from the bag I watched her legs cresting over each of my shoulders, she pushed off of the plank and rested each of her thighs on me. I stared sinking again, every drawn out movement of my legs only helped to pull me down further. She grabbed my head and pulled it into the crotch of her shorts; I found that the only breaths I could get were through the fabric of her shorts as she ground my face into them.

At first I could only smell her excitement and almost taste it if I breathed through my mouth then that started to change. The musty smell and taste of earth started to come through as she held my hair and clamped down on my head with her thighs. Soon it wasn’t just a smell or slight taste I felt that familiar taste from earlier enter my lips, with her holding my head I couldn’t lean it back any I realized my shoulder were long gone under and now my head was following! Unable to twist my head even the slightest I was getting hotter and hotter even though I was so close to drowning, as she ground herself into me more mud entered my mouth, and was soon touching my nose, I took a deep breath as she rocked back and forth and finally pushed my head completely under.

I was in complete darkness the goggles protected my eyes but it was a horrifying yet exciting vision, the last thing I had seen before going under was the top of her shorts and thighs with the mud cresting over them and collapsing over the edges as I went under. I felt her hands massaging mud in my hair as it went under. I soon felt a violent shudder and a harsh squeezing of my head by her legs. My lungs started to burn, I let out a little bit of air at a time trying to keep as much as possible in my straining lungs. I felt one of her hands leave my head and her body twist towards the bag. Her legs relaxed which was somewhat a bad thing because more muck entered my open mouth, it cost me more air to spit it out. Then I felt both her hands near my mouth, one opening it and one pushing something in, after a brief coughing fit I realized she had stuck a fat tube in my mouth, I had air again!

Breathing freely now I felt even more turned on by my predicament I had no idea how far down I was I could hear my heart racing a mile a minute and my own breaths but that was it. I felt her hands on my head again steadying her as she worked her legs backwards and off of me. At least that’s what I thought she was doing at first. When her feet reached my shoulders I felt her shift her weight forward onto her hands and her feet. She planted her feet firmly on my shoulders and racked back and forth pushing me deeper and deeper. I felt her calves change angles until she seemed to be almost standing on me. Then her hands came off my head and I realized she was standing on me still rocking back and forth pushing me way down, I realized to be standing on me like this she must be at least waist deep. With her long legs that meant I was as much as 3 feet under! I was aching with desire and fear now; breathing was getting difficult even with the tube it was so exciting I was going to burst. Then I heard something. It was coming from the ear with the hard thing in it, first some crackling noises then her voice.

“Testing, if you can hear this let out a grunt to confirm.”

A little clinical and somewhat comedic but effective, I grunted.

“Good! Well surprise! This was it, I planed to sink you nice and deep. I’m almost up to my belly button and you well your way down there” she let out a semi-maniacal laugh. “Enjoying yourself?”

“Uh huh” I said since that response actually worked through the tube.

“Good ‘cause I have some news, depending on how you feel it could be good or bad.”

“Huh?”

“Well you see once your as deep as you are, it’s very hard to get you back up, especially since in the heat of the moment I forgot to tie the rope under your arms.” She let out a nervous laugh. “so you are effectively trapped. Possibly permanently, Mmmmm” that sounded like she was turned on by the thought of me trapped here. “Sorry the thought that I’ve got you permanently trapped and at my mercy or lack of it makes me so hot”

“Mmmm hmm” I let out.

“How does it make you feel”

“Ho oo” my lame attempt at saying “hot too”

“Good I got that, well then get used to it while I figure out what to do, don’t worry if it goes on for awhile I’ll check on my little planted tree every day, I’ll give you water and food, liquid food of course, until I figure out what to do with or to you.” More giggling then loud laughter. “Enjoy your stay, I know I have” with that statement I felt one foot leave my shoulder and step on my head then the other, after about fifteen minutes of grunting I hear a loud “pop” then “Whew it took that much for me to get out from belly deep, your in big trouble! This stuff sticks like glue and weighs a ton! That caution sign warning of deep quicksand/quickclay wasn’t kidding. I wonder how long your earpiece batteries will last. It would be a shame for you to suffer in silence, guess I could always resort to yelling in the tube.” She started laughing a lot then. “What a thought my own permanently sunk man, I’m going to have fun watching the videos of this tonight!” She’s go this on tape? I’d love to see it! Oh wait, that might be a problem.

“Well  I’ll be back later with some food for you, oh yeah don’t let that tube out of your mouth, not having use of your hands you might never get it back!” I tried squirming a bit but started to notice as far down as I was the ground was setting around me making my movements more and more difficult. Last thing I heard as she left was her cutting off her microphone leaving me with only the sounds of my breathing and my heart thumping loud and fast. Held fast in the embrace of the earth I wonder if I actually want her to find a way to get me out, as I drift off in to a fitful sleep.

 

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