A Sinking Feeling

[HeadfirstStuck]

Rachel was playing in an open field, dressed in a white t-shirt, hot pink pleated miniskirt, and barefoot. She was spinning around, letting her skirt fly freely, teasing a pair of matching underwear. But she didn't care, there was no one around to see. So she decided to do some more fun stuff...

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If anyone were to show up right now, they'd see a girl standing upside down in a handstand, with her skirt over her head, and her bare legs, panties, and stomach exposed. She even did a little walking around...

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Rachel started doing cartwheel after cartwheel, her skirt all over the place. She'd roll, land, and roll again...

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Now she was doing ballet dances all across the field, jumping up and spinning, doing more cartwheels, and even doing a couple flips (she wasn't the most orthodox ballerina). She was having too much fun, nothing could go wrong...

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Rachel had been so caught up with her moves she forgot her phone was in her pocket. She made one last running cartwheel, deciding she'd go back home afterward. She performed the roll flawlessly, and landed on her feet. However, that made her brand new iPhone7 fly out of her skirt pocket.

"No!" she yelled as it disappeared over a small incline. Running to the top, she kneeled down and looked, seeing her phone half-submerged in a pit of sand. Sighing in relief, she reached down, grabbed it, and went to pick it up.

However, strangely, the phone wouldn't come up. Rachel was confused, she started pulling on it, thinking it was just stuck. Doing so, her finger went under the surface, and to her concern, she couldn't get it out.

"What is this?" she asked. She started using her entire body to pull, slowly shaking from side to side. This caused her skirt to, ever though slowly, ride up.

Suddenly she felt her finger go in deeper, until it consumed her entire hand. By now her phone was completely sunk. She tried harder to pull it out, but she wasn't budging.

"C'mon, no, no, no, no." she said distressed. She put her other hand inside to try to pull it out. Bad move. It got stuck, and began sinking as well. This made Rachel very worried. What was this stuff?

The sand was already getting to her wrists, and the bracelet on her right hand disappeared. Rachel started moving her body back, pulling hard against the sand. Her toes were pushing against the ground, making her smooth, soles stretch. Her skirt came up to where it started showing her undies, peeking underneath, the space no bigger than the cracks in a floorboard.

Rachel started to try less and less, as her mind was overcome by the curiosity of what this strange substance was. It wasn't any ordinary sand... sand... sand...

Wait a minute! She remembered hearing about this in science class. It wasn't exactly sand, and it didn't take one down........ QUICK! Quicksand! She was sinking in quicksand!

It was up to her elbows now, and two or three strands of hair were skinning the surface. Rachel had to get out of this! Using all her strength, she pulled against the gravity, moving her legs and feet to a standing position. This made her skirt fall over her shirt, fully displaying her hot pink panties. But she still didn't care, only this time it was because she was fighting for her life!

Stretching her entire body, Rachel could feel her arms slowly reemerging. Her arms, covered in the sticky sand, were coming back up, and then her wrists. Her phone, the next thing to reappear, was almost out. Yes! She was gonna be free!

Suddenly the phone rang. This surprised Rachel so much she lost her energy, and her arms were quickly brought back down, but this time, she could feel her head dropping towards the quicksand.

"No no no no NO NO NO NO-Bgzmptbkpjh!" her screams were immediately muffled as her entire head sunk underneath the pit, down to her neck.

Terrified, she tried twisting her neck around, only barely able to move. Her upper body was twisting around, and her exposed ass was shaking around more than a dog when it sees a treat. She would also occasionally lift one leg up and bring it back down. When her right leg went up, her golden ankle bracelet would shine in the sun.

"Mlbbjtgnygh!" came her muffled screams for help. She was stretching her body beyond its limits, as her adorable, pink butt squirmed from side to side. However, she was no longer kicking her legs around. Instead, her feet were firm on the ground, and she stretched her smooth, shiny legs in her efforts. Her shirt had fallen across the sand, showing off her belly button and matching colored bra.

Once more she felt herself coming free. As slow as possible, she felt her sand covered chest emerge, but her shoulders wouldn't get out. Her elbows were right on the sand's surface. It would take awhile, but she might get out this time!

That's when disaster (and embarrassment) struck hard. As Rachel's booty lifted higher in the air, she felt a loud and painful SMACK! The force and suddenness pushed her down further. This time she went all the way down to her stomach, and her legs flew up off the ground. Now she was completely upside down, with no hope of escaping.

Standing in her place, the person who smacked dat booty, was Farmer Phil. Apparently he was only a couple miles away. The farmer looked at her in confusion. "Well now, lil' lady. Whatchyu doing on my property, with my pet? I was 'bout t'feed it when ya decided t'do it for me. Thanks fer that, but ya know ya can't get out o'there. Once ya's in, ya ain't gettin' back out."

Rachel, who was unable to hear a single word he said, had no idea what (or who) had spanked her. She kicked her legs in the classic bicycle position, her rear end still squirming, this time not as much as she was stuck deeper.

Her skirt, which was shaking around with her butt, caught Phil's attention. "Hunh, now whas this lil' thing called?" he grabbed the hem of it. "If I didn't know better, I'd say you's wearing an old rag that don't belong on yer body." With that he tore her skirt off.

"Mpibnytmih!" she felt her skirt being torn off. What was going on out there! She was gonna kill someone when she got out of this!

Noticing her struggling legs, Phil remarked "Y'know dancin' ain't gon' help ya get out. Pet's got a good grip on stuff." He grabbed her legs and held them together by the ankles. Unable to kick anymore, he saw her feet kick up and down in his hand. Her adorable, soft and smooth soles would turn wrinklier than an old woman getting out of a bathtub, then go back to being smooth.

"Bkyfutnlpfxh!" Rachel kicked her bare feet, trying to escape this stranger's grip, when she suddenly felt herself stop sinking. "Mmph?" She stopped moving, confused as to why she stopped.

Phil was staring at her feet, noticing how smooth, and how soft they were. "Pertty lil' feet, there. But jus one problem. They too clean." He rubbed his farmer hands across both her soles.

"BKOGMLFNJDGJYH!" she cried, laughing like a banchee. What the hell was going on up there? Why was she stuck in quicksand? And how embarrassed should she be right now?

The farmer finished and looked once more at the feet, now covered in dirt, mud, and-what was that smell? Pulling out a random-ass rope, he tied her ankles together, before moving on to vandalize her sexy legs.

"MMCBKYNJTCISGMKRCH!" She was going insane right now, not only stuck in quicksand, but being harassed by some fuck outside! Her lower legs swung up and down as Phil finished covering her legs. They were no longer nearly as smooth, shiny, or sexy as before.

Once Phil saw that she had stopped sinking, he got ready to head back. "See, girl, told ya he got quite the grip!" The last thing he saw was a faint handprint from when he smacked her ass, making it look likely she basically shit herself. One last thing before she left. Giving Rachel's ass one final spank, he said bye and walked away.

Still stuck headfirst, Rachel swung her legs up and down, her soles scrunching, and her pink painted toes wiggling. She should've left when she had the chance. "MMMMMMPH!"

[DJlurker]

I'm not really a fan of headfirst sinkings, but this was a pretty good effort on your part.