Terror 'Round the Bend

[quickman]

Terror 'Round the Bend
(inspired by a dream)

When I was a child I had over whelming fear of quicksand. Absolutely terrified of it. The idea of accidentally stepping in it and sinking with out hope of being pulled out scared me like nothing else. As I grew older I started managing and overcoming my fear by reading about it and watching videos.

When I got married I told my wife of my old fear and she said she could sympathize with me. Even though she didn't have the same over whelming fear I did, she said it was something she also was scared of as a child. Her own claustrophobic fear was being trapped and not being able to breath. I told her maybe in a past life she drown in quicksand. Maybe I did! And that's where my phobia came from. We talked about it more & more then she started to actually like the idea of the squishy, messiness. She thought it was sensual. Which then led to role playing about me saving her from drowning in quicksand , like a damsel in distress. Followed by intense love making.

After a while we thought it would be fun to actually go out to muddy areas to walk around and see what it was like (another way to face my fear). We even bought rubber wading boots so our pants would not get messy. We would laugh at our struggles ,”Help I'm in quicksand”, and save each other. Just like a kids game.

One day we went to an area we hadn't been before that had a creek running through it. We put on our boots and went walking along the messy creek bed as we did many times before. After a while we came upon some kids walking the opposite direction. They told us to be careful because around the bend up ahead there was a spot that was supposedly quicksand. Or as they referred to it “A bottomless quicksand pit”. We looked at each other knowingly and thanked them for letting us know. We figured it was just kid talk. Just deep mud, but fun for them to pretend.

So we kept walking and came to the bend they mentioned. There was a mud flat area near the water and we walked out to it. It was very soft, a little softer than we were use to. My wife, Lauren, was ahead of me and said “Wow, this is cool ! It really seems like quicksand! My feet disappeared into it like nothing”. I followed and sank immediately almost to my knees. My heart was racing due to my old fear. But I enjoyed it for a few more steps. I actually started feeling horny and wondered when we'd be back home and role play this out. Then we both realized we couldn't get any further. As we tried to pull out one foot the other sank deeper. Back and forth doing that, getting deeper each time. We were now past our knees. Lauren, sounding worried ,said “Tom, I don't like this. It's not like the other times”. Then we noticed that the boots we had on to protect our pants were now becoming our enemy. The slurry was flowing in the tops of them because we were now up to our thighs. Our legs were trapped even worse. All those warnings about quicksand that tell you to keep calm and don't panic don't really apply when faced with the real thing. My wife was freaking out now and was up to her waist in the quicksand. I told her that our own natural buoyancy would keep us from going down much further, but still try not to thrash so much.

Then we both sank several inches real fast. It felt like there was a softer, looser patch about four feet down. Perhaps a spring or water flowing through loosely packed gravel in this next level? This was not supporting our weight at all! It was like there was nothing under my feet. It really felt like a bottomless quicksand pit. Lauren was screaming now, up to her chest and about ten feet away from me. I felt like I was being pulled or ripping through the top layer and being drawn into the softer part beneath it. I WAS BEING SUCKED INTO QUICKSAND! My childhood fear was coming true! My wife was upto her neck now and desperately reaching out. Reaching for help that wasn't there. Her screams turned to gurgles then sputters as her mouth and nose went under. Now just her hands still above the surface of the quicksand. I was in horror, having watched the love of my life drown in quicksand. “Why did I want to start doing this” I thought. I could have just faced my fear like I had been doing all along, in the safety of my home at my computer.

By now, I was up to my neck. The quicksand was putting pressure on my chest. Completely panicked, heart pounding, now harder and harder to breath. The quicksand was starting to get to my mouth and I tried spitting it out, but it was no use. I started swallowing it and getting it in my nose. I couldn't see now, head below the surface of the quicksand. I could feel my hands still in the air but they too soon went under. Don't know how long I lasted under the surface , suffocating....but ...but...(fade to black).

[PM2K]

Nice one! Great sense of drama/horror here, and you build it up well.

[quickman]

Thanks. I had this one in mind for a while. I actually had that dream/vision about getting stuck worse & worse trying to pull my feet out. And my wife did tell me about her fear of not being able to breath. Just put those elements into this.
I am thinking about a soft porn/erotic one now. Just need to flesh it out

[quagmire_uk]

I didn't expect much from a story that was only a few paragraphs, but was pleasantly surprised, this was a good story, well-written! I look forward to your next work!