May's Mudflats (f, grim, willing)

[MoTU]

May lived a quiet life, wasting 40 hours a week at a soul-sucking desk job, but she would grin and bear it. Not for the salary or the benefits, not for a partner or family, but because of her hobby. One particular hobby that made the grind worth dealing with, and that was her regular visits to the mudflats.

The flats were just south of Grand Lake, a short drive with ample parking, plus a quarter mile unmarked trek through the woods. May had stumbled across them years ago on a weekend camping trip to the lake with some friends. She went off on an evening hike with her boyfriend at the time, following the stream that split off from the lake, before they came across a brown, smelly expanse of washed up and waterlogged earth. Her boyfriend took off his sandals and stepped experimentally into the mud, sinking down to his ankles. He exclaimed out in disgust, but dared his girlfriend to join him. May followed with some trepidation, but on feeling the soles of her feet sink into the earth, she felt a familiar warmth in the pit of her stomach...followed by astonishment. Was she really getting.. Turned on by this? By the mud? May didn’t know what to think at the time, she certainly didn’t know how to explain her feelings to her boyfriend who just laughed at how disgusting this was. So, she bottled up her arousal and let him take the lead back to camp. Of course, she worked through those feelings in her boyfriend’s tent that night.

That relationship and others had come and gone, but May kept her secret hobby of visiting the mudflats on her own. Walking out into the mudflats, sinking and squishing through the mud, pleasuring herself to the slimy texture and grippy suction. Through experimentation she found herself most aroused when she wore a simple pair of rubber rain boots, as their flat soles permitted the mud to grip her even more, and tease her with sucking noises every time she yanked them out of the muck. On the rare occasion the mud took her past the rims of her boots, she relished it flowing down her ankles and squishing through her toes. Though this would always tack on much more time to her adventures, as rescuing her submerged boots was an arduous task. Over time she’d had to abandon more than one pair, leaving them buried as souvenirs for the mudflats.

On this particular Summer Friday, after an especially rough week, May decided to give her favorite flats a visit. She’d cleared the evening of plans, really wanting to maximize her time in the muck. After a quick stop home, she changed into an unassuming outfit of khaki shorts, an oversized graphic tee, and picked out some cute but heavy rain boots with colored polka dots all over. These had especially sturdy soles, so she knew from experience that the mud would have an unrelenting grip on them - all the better. She threw her boots into a backpack, hopped into her car, and took off.

On the drive over, May caught up on her favorite local news podcast. The most recent episode was about geologic and weather phenomena, and the hosts spent time talking about Grand Lake and how recent storms and mild earthquakes had loosened up some of the lake’s runoff. May pondered briefly what this might mean for her spot, but as long as there was still enough mud to have a grip on her, she didn’t care. 20 minutes of driving and 10 minutes of hiking later, and she found herself approaching the flats. The first thing anyone would notice about the area is the stale, earthy smell. And today it seemed even more pungent than usual - probably from the excess runoff. As for the site itself, the muck looked as brown and inviting as ever. The mudflats had smoothed out somewhat making some of May’s favorite spots unrecognizable, but that just meant all the more opportunity for exploration.

May opened her backpack and replaced her simple shoes with the polka dot boots, slipping them over her bare feet and calves. She must have toned her legs since last wearing these, since they fit extra snug around her calves and ankles. Even putting them on was a bit of a struggle, but eventually she managed. Leaving her backpack resting against the trees, May took her first step onto the flats. Her right boot squelched as it sank down to the ankle, left boot stepping forward to meet it. She felt the cool mud apply pressure down around her feet, which were already becoming sweaty from the snug boots, and felt warmth in her chest and stomach as she listened to tiny bubbles of trapped air burble on the mud’s surface around her. She tugged up on one boot, unsurprised but still flustered at the mud’s grip. With one hand she grasped her thigh to help pull her boot free, with the other she caressed down her body before landing her hand at the front of her shorts. She let out a quiet moan, the suction breaking just as her hand applied pressure to her shorts.

Her boots plodded onward, sinking in slightly more with each step granting May more time to touch herself while she freed her legs. After a few more minutes of slow exploration, her boots sank into a spot of thick, darker mud that slowly swallowed her legs down to the shin, just below the boot rims. May stared down intensely at the mud, wriggling her feet around to see if she could sink just that little bit deeper, and worked her hand under her shorts in anticipation. After several agonizing minutes of watching her boots slowly disappear with her movements, May gasped as she felt mud on her bare skin - in a ring around her calves at first, then slowly running down her legs and ankles. She pushed her panties to the side, breathing heavily as she craved touch against her raw sex. Every ounce of mud that May felt slipping into her boots, she rubbed harder and faster, panting and moaning harder and faster in kind. Until finally her feet and ankles were surrounded by the muck, she let out a sharp gasp as her climax hit and the last of her boots were filled.

Taking a few moments to compose herself, but still horny as hell, May squished her feet through her boots and tried to lift them up. Her boots were heavy and the suction was immense, she knew it would take way more effort to free them this way than just slip her feet out and free the boots by hand. So she slowly wriggled her feet up...with no luck. The boots were a snug fit already and the mud hugging her feet held her down fast. As arousing as the situation was, May knew that she would have to get out eventually so it was better to commit to escape now. She leaned forward and back with her whole body, doing anything she could to allow air under her boots and hopefully break the suction holding them down. It took leaning forward at a 45 degree angle to feel any sort of progress, freeing up her heels with a wet “pop”.

One powerful YANK and May pulled her right boot forward, though with her body at such an angle she reflexively stepped down far in front to keep from falling down face-first. Though, getting her clothes and hair messy should have been the least of her concerns as the mud in front had no trouble swallowing her muddy boot and leg down to the knee, several inches deeper than the vice grip she was struggling against moments ago. Her forward momentum from sinking propelled her left boot out of the mud as well, and just as before she reflexively stepped and sank her other leg down, now buried to both her knees in the mud.

May stood, her face flushed in awe at what had just happened. She’d never sunk this far before in all her times visiting the flats, and she didn’t quite know what to feel. Almost afraid to see what it would take to escape, May gently pulled up on her feet in trepidation, but found that she was utterly trapped. The mud’s grip was unrelenting on her boot and she failed to pull it up an inch. But the mud was still soft underneath, and pulled her other boot down another inch. Repeating the procedure on the other side, the mud now started to lap against the legs of her shorts. Feeling herself start to panic a bit, May stood as still as she could.

“This is bad,” she thought. “Nobody’s around for miles and there’s nothing I can grab onto.” She had no way of knowing how deep this spot was… god, just how deep could this stuff be? Without thinking, May prodded downward with one of her boots, but felt no bottom, nothing but more muck to sink into. She briefly felt queasy at just how precarious her situation was, especially as her movements caused her to sink another few inches. She gasped as the mud started to suck in her upper thighs, still failing to find any sort of stability underneath, still being slurped in by the bubbling mud hole. The thick mud pressed in on her feet and ankles, keeping her anchored in the rain boots that were dragging her down into the depths.

May’s panic addled brain started to imagine the worst case scenario. She knew from old physics experiments that humans reach a buoyancy point in mud or quicksand. But those experiments didn’t take into account the suction under her boots that her damn horny brain wanted her to wear. “What would that even be like, sinking...under”, she thought, now picturing herself as just a head on the surface, terrified that the slightest movement of her legs would bury her under the mud forever. Picturing herself hyperventilating as the suction pulls her under, mud closing in over her face. Picturing herself clasping her nose and mouth under the muck, desperately clawing at the surface for fresh air but only digging herself deeper. That could be her in minutes if she didn’t find a way to escape. These visions didn’t fill May with terror and panic, however, but white-hot arousal. Like she had never been more turned on and would never feel this way again. Nothing had felt like this before, and as she looked down at the mud now overtaking her hips all she wanted - maybe all she ever wanted - was to be swallowed whole by this hungry, burbling mud.

Her hand plunged into the mud and desperately unbuttoned the front of her shorts. The moment her bare sex made contact with the mud surrounding it, May arched backward and cried out as another orgasm wracked her body. Her leg spasmed causing her to pull upward on her boot, predictably causing her to pull herself down another few inches. The mud continued to release tiny bubbles around her as it swallowed the rest of her shorts and began claiming her torso. May felt an instinctual fear response at the mud climbing steadily up her waist to her movements, but it only furthered her desire to sink deeper. The wires were fully crossed in her brain - she knew she should feel terrified, maybe she actually was, that she was going to be sucked under this mud. But that terror only fed into her arousal and complete desire to allow that to happen.

After that last orgasm, May allowed herself to sink further. Touching herself while slowly pumping her boots, pulling herself down into the mud at a steady, if slow, pace. She wanted to savor this experience, after all. She thought about what she was doing, turning her harmless mud sploshing into a life or death situation. She never thought her innocent mud fetish could turn into a deadly battle against quicksand, let alone that she would be so willing to give herself up to it. May thought briefly about calling out for help, that maybe she could be rescued and play the grateful damsel for some handsome hiker who happened to be within earshot. But no hiker could give her the ecstasy she felt as the mudflats caressed more and more of her body. With that conclusion furthering her resolve, May snapped back to reality as she felt the mud start to overtake her breasts.

The dark mud stained her cheap t-shirt and May gasped as her nipples were now licked by the wet ground. She took a pause from caressing herself and tried to pull her arm out of the mud’s depths, but found that the mud was far too thick, she was too deep, and the mud’s pressure that far down was enough to bind her arm against her body. But her attempt at freeing it was enough to pull her further down into the depths, as the mud climbed now towards her shoulders. Looking down with astonishment as the mud approached her face, May plunged her free arm down to caress her chest, feeling the muck bind it at well. She had turned her own situation from “dire” to “helpless” as she now had no possible hope of freeing herself, and in all likelihood was going to be sucked under any minute now. May realized this, and used that knowledge to propel herself into erotic heights she had never known before.

May’s body acted on its own, bucking back and forth against its mucky captor as she raced towards another explosive orgasm. The mud’s pressure on her deeply submerged rain boots felt like hands gripping firmly to her feet and ankles, dragging her down into a murky grave. Only her head remained above the surface now, the mud lapping up onto May’s chin. She had no hope of escape and her sinking under was inevitable, all that’s left was to chase her carnal release and ride it out as long as possible. May wished she had the strength and leverage to tear her clothes from her body, but did what she could as her hands’ pace quickened under her shorts and shirt. Her pulse raced as the mud forced her head to tilt back. “This is it. I’m going under,” she thought, breathing heavily as her body pushed closer and closer.

Her face now framed by the wet earth, May looked up and could see the mud rising up around her, her view of the sky growing smaller. The surface was so thick, it kept its tension and allowed May to sink further and further without yet flooding in over her. Six inches down and the hole above her resembled one of the muddy craters that her boots would leave behind in the flats, but with a woman’s face panting in arousal at the bottom - her body sucked down into unknowable depths but pleasured to unimaginable highs. May’s release finally, finally came as the light above her face was reduced to a speck in the distance. She cried out in ecstasy from nearly a full foot under the surface, only to have her voice muffled by the mud that finally fell in to smother her completely. But May nevertheless rode out her final, powerful climax on what little air she was able to retain. Her body thrashed desperately under the mud, so deep that the surface barely moved, to feel as much of its crushing embrace as possible. Her movement slowed and her lungs burned, but she sank without regrets - dragged yet further down by the boots that had doomed her.

Seconds passed and eventually a series of bubbles popped on the surface of the mud flats, larger than the usual bubbles of trapped air that occasionally made their way up, before the flats were still once more. An abandoned backpack still lay against the trees on the edge of the mud flats, the only sign left that May’s hobby had consumed her.

[DJlurker]

Not a big fan of grim endings, but this was a well written story nonetheless.

[NECRON74]

Very nice work.