Country Marshes

[MoTU]

I can't say I've done this sort of thing before, but here have something I wrote because sleeping is difficult.

Country Marshes
f,mast,grim

Jessica sighed to herself, she was thinking about how beautiful a day it was outside. She was relaxing in the attic of her parents’ old middle-of-nowhere summer house, overseeing the neighboring marshlands. It must’ve been around 68 degrees, sunny but breezy. Reeds flowed in the distance, sun reflecting off the pools and streams of water.

She stood upright, deciding that she wasn’t gonna spend her day inside, dammit. She pulled a blue college hoodie over her yellow tank top, put on her old jeans, and headed downstairs She grabbed her red rain boots on the way out; the marshlands were enticing but soggy. She quickly headed out the door and into the marsh, taking in the cool air and pushing aside reeds and other flora.

Jessica knew she was well into the marsh when she felt cold water around her feet. The mossy ground was totally saturated with water and mud, so her boots sank into the soft marsh with every step. She stopped to feel the muddy water climb up her ankles, enjoying how it felt creeping up her feet.

After a few more meters, Jessica took a right step into a slightly deeper spot with mud up to her shins, at the rim of her right boot. Caught off-guard by the unexpected plunge, she stepped in with her left boot down to the same depth. The marshy ground was muddier here, and she felt thick mud surrounding her boot which trapped her feet inside.

Once Jessica got over her surprise, she enjoyed the novel feeling of having her feet held down in the boots. She wiggled her toes around, feeling the mud squeeze her boot against them like a playful lover. Jessica then tried to lift her boot out, surprised by the amount of effort it tool to pull upwards.

Suddenly, as Jessica was pulling her right leg, her left boot sank into deeper mud underneath. She quickly tried to yank it up, which just served to drive her right boot down to the same depth. Jessica wasn’t too phased, since she’d spent many summers in these fields as a kid. On rainy days she’d jump in mud puddles, sometimes a bit too deep for her own good - once in her tween years, she sank in the marsh to her waist and was stuck for what felt like hours (until her parents came home and heard her yelling).

Jessica allowed the mud to crawl up her legs as she absentmindedly sank into the marsh. She also shyly appreciated the feeling of the mud holding her legs captive. Her last boyfriend had indulged her then-unexplored interest in bondage, plus a one-night jaunt into “submissive peril” roleplay that still served as her go-to fantasy on lonely nights. All of this plus the soothing outdoors made her indifferent to any concerns of safety, in favor of enjoying the thick mud that was now pinning down her thighs.

It wasn’t until Jessica felt the marsh around her hips that the slightest concern entered her conscious thought; she’d taken some time focusing on the feeling of mud around her now-soaked groin, as muddy water saturated her thankfully-unimportant old jeans. Now fully aware of her surroundings, she took note of her situation and considered the possibility of danger. She had no success yanking her legs in any direction, yelping suddenly as she now felt cold mud creeping up her sides. Her struggles slightly loosened the mud around her, which had the unfortunate side effect of stirring up the mud underneath the feet of her now-ruined, impossibly trapped rain boots.

Despite the growing danger of her predicament, Jessica couldn’t help but flash back to the mafia-style fantasy she’d played out with her boyfriend that one winter night. He was a mobster on the run after a big heist, she was a hostage he’d taken for his own protection - she begged for freedom, giving some top-tier head to persuade him, but he did away with her by encasing her feet in concrete and letting her drown in a pond somewhere. Of course it was just roleplay in bed at the time, but she couldn’t help but take pleasure in the similarities between her #1 fantasy and her current situation.

Jessica sheepishly looked around out of habit as she slowly lowered her left hand into the mud. Somehow comforted in the knowledge of her solitude, she slipped her hand up through her half-submerged shirt and hoodie, and kneaded her sensitive chest with wet mud. Touching herself now under the mud’s surface, Jessica let her eyes close as she enjoyed the sounds around her, especially the popping of an occasional air bubble released by her descent through the marsh.

She continued sinking and pleasuring herself in the mud, but was forced to acknowledge the seriousness of her situation when she noticed mud start pouring into the top of her sweatshirt, now lifting her hood off her back. Scattered thoughts started to piece together, and she was forced to acknowledge that she may very well be sinking to her doom in a potentially-deeper-than-5-foot-8 mud hole in the middle of nowhere. Now more-than-slightly concerned, Jessica called out to nobody in particular - “Hey uh, help! I know there’s probably nobody out there but I’m really stuck in this mud! I’m sinking pretty fast and I really don’t feel like drowning or suffocating or whatever, so if someone could give me a hand, that’d be great!”

Jessica wasn’t expecting a response, but was still disheartened that she only got quiet marsh sounds in response. Reaching for something was pointless, all she could grab around her were reeds or undisturbed moss floating on more mud. Just to make sure, Jessica tried to twist her upper body and check behind her, only to feel her shoulders slip under in the process.

She’d realized a while ago that her situation was pretty much hopeless, so she opted to spend her last few minutes focusing on her fantasies. As the marsh sucked her down to her neck, Jessica quickly focused on pretending she’s an escaped convict who stumbled into quicksand while fleeing prison guards. She slowly slipped her submerged hand down her body and into her jeans, rubbing her muddy clit to the thought of getting saved by a handsome guard who’d fuck her in exchange for freedom.

As the mud rose up Jessica’s neck, she was forced to tilt her head back. She called out for help one last time - not in the hopes of actually getting saved, but for the sake of keeping in-character for her fantasy. Between short breaths forced by her building climax, she called out meekly, “Please...someone help me...quicksand...sucking me down…” Jessica had left her other arm free as a last resort, which she extended upward out of necessity. Taking one last breath, she pumped her boots as much as possible in faux panic, allowing the marsh to suck her head down swiftly.

She held her breath as long as possible, relentlessly riding out her climax underneath the marsh’s surface. Her arm remained extended for a time, but Jessica eventually allowed it to settle and sink into the mud as she spend her last moments forcing herself deeper into the earth.

[Chimerix]

[PM2K]

A sexy, short and sweet sinking story. Nicely done!

[articwolf2013]

Well done. great short story