Final Sink

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Final Sink

Postby PM2K » Sat Apr 04, 2015 8:47 am

Digging through my archives, and found this story I wrote ages ago. Don't think I posted it here before... but here it is nevertheless.

Final Sink – by PM2K – completed Oct. 30, 2008

The sharp pain squeezes Clarisse’s right eye shut as it slides deep into her skull, its force causing her to lean against the willow for support. With a deep sigh she closes her other eye, slows her breathing, and melts into the smooth bark.
Not bad… not too bad… ride it out… just….ride… it…. OUT!
Within 10 minutes give or take an eternity, Clarisse opens both eyes. The deep woods around her shimmers, then clears. She bites back the rising nausea, and waits until her stomach calms itself. It takes another half hour before she dares to move away from the tree and resume her walk.

“This shadow here… see?”
Clarisse smiles sadly at the memory. That was a month ago, after her co-workers persuaded her to see a specialist once the migraines continued to persist. Strange how mundane one’s epitaph can sound.
Still, that latest episode wasn’t too bad… The blonde haired woman continues walking through the lush forest. Short and sweet. I should be free of another attack for…
Clarisse can feel herself getting excited as familiar landmarks come into sight. A gnarled tree, fatally burnt by a lightning strike. A grey stone the size of a Volkswagen. An old mountain bike trail, barely used. Then, by an ancient stump, a faint path worn by only one set of feet, which snakes gently through the ferns and dirt and mud. One which only if you were looking for it, expecting it, would you ever see.
She hikes up her shorts, enjoying the feeling of the dampness of the denim against her bare skin. As she walks, she takes care not to leave visible traces of her passage.
Clarisse had known what she would do the very day she received the news. The withered doctor waves the thin sheet of film around and rattled off dates – six months, a year, three weeks, no way to tell – and she nodded while her mind mulled over all of her options. Only one made sense to her.

Clarisse had no family. No friends. Her co-workers really didn’t know her too well either. Most couldn’t even remember her name. Fine by her. Makes it easier.
She planned this out so carefully. On the day, this day, she left her apartment after making sure certain… clues… were removed from her computer’s hard drive, and took the train, paying cash instead of using her transit pass. Several hours later, she was in the country, and riding the folding bike she had carried with her.
Deep in the forest, and away from prying eyes, she slipped along an older trail and stashed the bike in a small hollow beneath a rock formation. With luck, it will never be found. Then she began her walk into oblivion.
The calm green waters which now stretch before Clarisse look peaceful. Surrounded by large, mossy trees and thick vegetation, it is a secret place, well beyond where people used to tread. She stares at it for the longest time, feeling her pulse race, her breath quicken.
Then she begins to undress. It didn’t take long.
Naked, she undoes her hair, and sighs at the sensation of her long tresses slapping down against her bare skin, hanging past her shapely hips and buttocks. Her breasts bob free of the confining t-shirt, which lies beneath her shorts and sandals. Squatting down, she rolls the clothing up into a tight ball, then leans over the murky water.
She places the wadded clothing against the surface, and pushes. A sudden up flow of warm dark mud, hidden beneath the thin veneer of moisture, swallows the material. She nods in satisfaction as it slides under easily, leaving behind only the bubbles of escaping air trapped within the folds of the fabric.
Clarisse smiles. Gone without a trace. Standing up, she is only slightly surprised to discover how aroused she is getting. It is always like this, she thinks. No… she corrects herself. This time is going to be really special…

She had found the hidden quagmire by accident three years ago. New to the area, she had gotten lost and stumbled into its shallower parts near the shoreline. Even there, so close she can touch the solid ground, Clarisse had slowly sank to her shoulders, and it took nearly an hour of struggling to extract herself from the sucking mud. Having never had sexual relations with anyone except herself, this experience had been intense beyond her imaginings and experiences, and one she wanted to repeat. She returned many times since then, making sure she brought along a rope. But she never dared go beyond the shore’s reach.
Shuddering with pleasure at the memories, Clarisse glances around at the late afternoon sunlight filtering through the trees. Then she steps forward.
Her feet make slight wet slapping sounds on the watery surface, but while it held her up, she can feel its depths become jelly under her soles. A long hot summer had firmed it up, enabling her to get almost half way out before the bottom beneath the shallow skin of water gives way.
Clarisse lets out a shuddering sigh as her feet glide slowly into the cool, greasy mud. Its surface, bubbling above the green water to clutch at her bare limbs, flows easily over her ankles and shins, then rises to surround her knees in a thick wet grip.
Her breathing comes out in shallow gasps as her excitement rises at the touch of the sucking mud. She can feel herself getting hot and slippery, her body eager to be devoured. Rolling her hips, Clarisse gently pulls at her legs, and delights in the way the quagmire refuses to let go. Instead, she feels its mass shifting in all directions, shuddering slowly in response to her movements.
Glancing lazily around, she sees she has managed to reach the center of the pool. With a smile, she notes there is nothing within reach to grab hold of if she had wanted to escape her predicament. Sighing again, she tilts her feet downwards, and feels herself drop down a few inches into the mire. The thick ooze bubbles slightly as it works its way up her thighs, and soon quivers tantalizingly close to her exposed crotch.

Clarisse lets in a sharp intake of breath as the mud simultaneously cups her buttocks and licks her cleft, teasing its way around the thick mat of neatly trimmed golden curls of hair as it works its way into her many moist folds. She squirms at the sensation, opening and closing her trapped thighs in a slow scissoring motion, and gasps aloud. She savors the slipperiness of the silken earth as it fills her, oozing in with an agonizing slowness. Out of reflex, her body rocks against the feeling, her thighs moving in perfect synchronization. She feels herself slipping in deeper as the mud around her loosens, wobbling thickly to slap softly against her pelvis.
Her feet begin to slide down faster…. faster… as her movements quicken. On the delicious edge of climax, Clarisse arches her back and begins to grunt out loud as the passion sweeps over her. Her skin drips with sweat, which mingles with the mud splattering her form. Lost to her body’s need for release, she is dimly aware of how quickly the mud swallows her, rolling over her thrashing hips, surrounding her slim waist, flowing over her ribs one by one…
When the orgasm slams into her, Clarisse lets out a sharp howl, and strains violently against the mud’s ever thickening grip. Her bare breasts slap noisily on the sodden surface, and she utters a rapid series of shuddering gasps and groans. Lost in desire, she thrusts both of her arms deep into the mire and cries out again. Then she falls silent.

Spent, Clarisse opens her eyes and sees the world looming above her. Looking around, she finds her actions have churned the pool into muddy slurry. She is amazed to notice that somehow she had sunk to her shoulders without really noticing. The mud is so silken it glides on her like some luxurious oil. She wiggles around in place, feeling it gently kneading her breasts, which are submerged beneath it.
Deep below her, there is only shifting mud. Her feet, still pointed downward, detect nothing solid to push against, and even staying as still as she is, Clarisse can feel herself sinking, her body gliding downwards at a steady pace. Even as she notices this, she feels the soft weight of the mud flow over her shoulders and climb up her slender neck.
When it cups her chin, Clarisse finds her right hand creeping through the muck across her belly to her clitoris, which she slowly strokes in hard circular motions. Wiggling her hips one more, she shivers at the pleasure flaring through her, relishing the way the thick mud packed deep rolls around inside her…
Each movement forces her deeper into the quagmire, and soon the mud is pressing against her lower lip and kisses her ear lobes. Deciding not to tilt her head back, Clarisse instead closes her eyes and concentrates on her pleasure. Her sighs and moans become quiet murmurs as the mud rises over her now closed mouth and fills her ears… her hair is mostly submerged, dragged down by the weight of mud, but enough floats around her to form an undulating island around her head…
The heavy rich odor of wet muck and swamp water begins to overwhelm her senses, and her final orgasm hits just as her nostrils are sealed shut. The sensation forces her eyes open, which bulge in their sockets, and a wild froth of bubbles and sandy muck appears suddenly as the last of her air is expelled from her open mouth below the churning surface. Her body thrashes against the inevitable, driving her the rest of the way under. Clarisse’s eyes manage to shut for a final time before she vanishes… Her hair quickly follows, slipping under in a thick swirl of froth, water and muck…
The surface churns one last time, then stills. Bubbles rise and pop gently for a time afterwards, until they too stop. Soon, no trace at all is left to indicate Clarisse had ever been there… no trace at all…

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Re: Final Sink

Postby sinkwithme » Sat Apr 04, 2015 12:02 pm

Nice story! Great descriptions as always. The theme really drew me in....I would do what she did if I ever got the same prognosis...

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Re: Final Sink

Postby DJlurker » Sat Apr 04, 2015 1:29 pm

I saw this story before, on the Deep Sinking board... Still as good now as it was back then! :)

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Re: Final Sink

Postby cnelson566 » Mon Apr 06, 2015 8:09 am

A sad yet wonderful story at the same time. You truly are a master storyteller, PM2k.


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