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It been a long time since Eve had managed to go on a vacation. The Pacific island was the most ideal spot. Perfect weather, far away from civilisation. Being housed in a single bungalow on the beach felt like she had been left on a deserted island. Unknown to her, a nearby earthquake had shaken the island, causing landslides and tidal waves. Her tiny spot on the beach had been untouched, except for the liquefying sand that would later turn into quicksand.
It was on that beach that Eve decided to go on her evening walk. As she walked along the shore, the sun started to set, turning the sky into an orange glow. A gentle breeze blew against Eve's naked body as she moved closer towards the water. It felt so refreshing to be without clothes. She could hear the waves crashing on the shore. She thought about paddling out, but it was too late to get wet. She decided to turn back to the bungalow. As she crossed over the beach, she felt the soft, wet sand under her bare feet. It was the perfect evening for a swim. She could smell the salt of the ocean air. Eve knew she needed to find a pair of bathing suit before she went swimming. She turned around to head back to the bungalow when she tripped on a piece of driftwood. The next thing she knew she was sinking in the sand.
The sand was so fine and powdery, yet it kept holding her feet tightly. Eve tried to stand up but she slipped again, falling flat on her face. This time she sank deeper than ever. She got back onto her knees and saw that they were slipping into the sand, which was now turning into mush around her legs. She could feel herself sinking deeper. It was quicksand! She tried to scream but nothing came out. All she heard was the sound of her own breathing getting harder and faster. She knew she had to try to move, but how? She looked around desperately for something to grab onto, but there was nothing. She started to panic.
Eve sunk even further into the quicksand. Her body was now completely covered in mud and sand. She tried to move her arms and legs but they wouldn't budge. She felt her chest rising and falling more and more rapidly. She tried to push her body upwards, but it only sank further. It had only been a few minutes, but it felt like hours. She told herself to calm down. Struggling would only make her sink faster. The quicksand had crept up her thighs. Now it was above her waist. She couldn't see anything else but the darkening sky above her. She couldn't tell if it was night or day anymore. She closed her eyes and imagined herself floating in the sea. But just as she was starting to float higher, her arms and legs disappeared into the quicksand.
Eve was scared and exhausted. She felt herself growing weak. She opened her mouth to scream but no sound came out. There was only a muffled noise. Underneath the quicksand, her bikini bottoms slipped down her legs, exposing her crotch to the hungry quicksand. Her panties were now soaked with sweat and sand. Eve's skin was becoming red from all the friction. Her breasts were rising and falling as she struggled.
Suddenly, her legs stopped sinking. Eve opened her eyes. She had reached the surface of the quicksand. Her feet touched the ground. She gasped for breath and sat down on her buttocks, still trying to catch her breath. Eve looked around for help but she was alone. She tried to stand up but her legs were shaking. Still stuck up to her knees in quicksand, she reached over to the driftwood. It was solid and held firm. Holding onto it, she managed to crawl out of the quicksand. Though she had survived, she was now naked apart from her bikini top. She had to make her back to the bungalow. As she stood up, she realised, to her horror, that the entire beach was now shimmering. She had to cross over the quicksand to get to safety. Taking a deep breath, she began to walk over the treacherous quicksand. The moment she took a step forward, she slipped and fell right back into the quicksand. She screamed in agony.
As she continued to struggle, she found herself sinking lower and lower. The quicksand seemed to be taking her further and further down. Her breasts and belly were covered in mud. She couldn't see where she was going. She lost her footing and fell back into the quicksand. She panicked, feeling that she was going to die. She fought with everything she had. Somehow, just somehow, she had flailed and crawled her way out of the quicksand. Now she was free, though she had lost every bit of clothing.
Eve lay on the beach, staring up at the sky. The sun had already set. The stars were now visible. The last light of the day was fading. Eve was exhausted, but she was safe. She was alive. Slowly, she rose to her feet and made her way to the bungalow. She was naked and dirty. She didn't care. She was alive.
***
Eve was sleeping in bed when she was woken up by the phone ringing. It was the island's emergency services. The order had come to evacuate, but Eve was isolated and had to make her own way to the port on the other side of the island, or else she would be left behind. Eve shivered at the thought of being stranded on an island full of quicksand. She hurriedly got dressed. She put on her sandals, a short skirt and a white tank top. She had not brought underwear and her bikini was lost in the quicksand. Hopefully she wouldn't lose any more clothing. Stepping out, she was struck with horror again. The entire beach around her was now quicksand! Eve quickly ran down to the beach and started to run. The quicksand was fast approaching her ankles. She had to run as fast as she could or she would be swallowed up by the sand. She looked down and saw the sand starting to rise up around her ankles. She stumbled and fell. She had been tricked by the quicksand once again. She struggled to get back up, but her feet slipped into the sand, up to her thighs.
She felt the quicksand slowly sucking her legs into its warm embrace. Her skin was covered in sand and mud. She couldn't breathe. Her heart was pounding in her ears. She felt the sand cover her breasts and belly. She was helpless. The sand was slowly covering her mouth and nose, smothering her. Her eyes were open wide, looking straight up at the sky. She tried to scream but there was no air. She felt the sand slowly bury her lips and her eyelids. Her lungs were burning. She felt the sand pull her down, down into the darkness.
Out of nowhere, she felt a hand around her armpits. She was being heaved up. The quicksand cleared her face and she was pulled back onto solid ground. She was covered in mud and sand. Her top was stained and see-through, and her skirt had been pulled off, leaving her naked from the waist down. She opened her eyes and looked up at her rescuer. It was a woman wearing a t-shirt and shorts. "Are you okay?" her rescuer asked. "My name is Laura."
"Thank you," Eve said. "I don't know what happened. I was walking on the beach when suddenly I sank into the quicksand. I thought it was solid but it wasn't. Thank God you found me."
"It's okay, but I think we should get you to the hospital to make sure you're okay," Laura said.
"You're very kind. Are you a doctor?"
"No, but my father owns a private medical centre. He's a doctor there."
Eve remembered the emergency call. "But how do we get there? We have to reach the port, but that means we have to avoid the quicksand. How did you get here?"
Laura pointed to a large boat moored a little further down the beach. "We can take my boat. Follow me."
Eve followed Laura to the boat. It was a big motorboat. "What do you have in this thing?" Eve asked.
"We have a lot of equipment in the boat. There are many things that can go wrong, but hopefully we'll be fine. Get in."
Eve climbed into the boat. It was very small and cramped. Fortunately, Laura had a spare pair of shorts, which she gave to Eve to put on. Laura started the engine. She drove the boat onto the calm water. Eve was amazed at how the waves were moving the sand.
"This is the best time of day to cross over the sand. It's low tide and the waves are just right. This will be the only time today we can cross over the sand without being sucked under. We can use the current to our advantage."
Eve looked around the boat. There was a small steering wheel in front of her and a large radio console. She could see some charts and maps on the wall. Suddenly, the boat lurched.
"We just hit something!" Laura shouted. "We're sinking! Get into the water and swim to shore!"
Eve cursed at her luck. Without further hesitation, she joined Laura in the water. When she reemerged, Laura pointed at the shore. "The current is taking us back to the beach. We need to swim free."
The two women swam through the water towards the shore. Eve looked back to see the boat sinking deeper into the water. "Damn it!" she cursed.
Eve and Laura reached the shore. They both walked up the beach. Eve was still naked. She looked back at Laura. "Can you help me find my clothes? I've lost everything except for my shoes. I'm sorry about your boat. It seems like you lost everything too."
"Don't worry about it. I've spent plenty of time sunbathing naked on the island."
"Yes," said Eve, "but this is a QUICKSAND island."
Laura laughed. She was a beautiful woman. Her tanned skin glowed in the sunlight. She was a head taller than Eve. She had long blonde hair that hung down to her shoulders. Her eyes were blue and her lips were pink. She was a very attractive woman.
Laura smiled. "Come with me. You can get changed at the medical centre."
Eve followed Laura to the building. It was a large concrete structure, with a red door. As they approached, Eve noticed the door was open. The building was empty.
"Everyone must have evacuated," said Eve. "That means we're stranded here. There has to be another way out. We need to reach the port. Can you find any clothes?"
"I don't know. I've never been inside before. Let's try it anyway."
They entered the building. Eve was surprised to see that the room was full of old medical equipment and supplies. The floor was littered with rusty metal tables and chairs. A few of the tables still had blood-stained cloths and bandages on them. In the corner, there was a heavy steel desk, with a computer and printer.
"This place looks like a museum."
"It's got everything but a wardrobe," said Eve, conscious that they were still naked. "There's no point wasting time here, let's head back out."
"Wait, look over there. That's the back door."
Eve turned and saw the back door. She opened the door and stepped outside. The door led to a narrow path between the medical centre and the next building. They walked along the path. Eve looked up and saw that the path went all the way to the edge of the island.
"This leads to the port, doesn't it?"
"Yes, it does. It also goes past the quicksand."
The two naked women followed the path. It did indeed lead to the edge of the island past the quicksand. At least, it did. The earthquake had caused a landslide, blocking the path. Their route to the port was cut off. The only way past was to climb down the rough landslide and onto the beach where the quicksand was. Eve knew she couldn't do it. She would be trapped in the quicksand again. She didn't want to think of the consequences. She was scared.
"What now?"
"We'll have to wait until the next low tide," said Laura. "Then we can walk across the sand and get to the port. But there's no way we can do it now. I'm afraid we're stranded on this island."
"That's not fair," Eve said. "Why did you save me?"
"I did what anyone would've done. Look, we may as well go back to my hotel. We'll get some clothes there and maybe find some help."
Eve followed Laura back to the beach. The sun was setting. The sea was a deep blue. The sky was filled with clouds.
"It's beautiful here," said Eve.
"I'm glad you like it," said Laura. "It's my favourite place."
"So, you're staying here, then?"
"Yes, I've been here a long time. My family owns the island. I inherited it from my father. I was supposed to come back to the mainland and sell it but I decided to stay."
They reached Laura's hotel. Like the rest of the island, it was empty, evacuated with no one left behind. Except for the two women. Laura realised that she had lost her keys to her room with the boat. She quickly grabbed a key and unlocked the door. She quickly grabbed some clothes and ran back out the door.
Eve took off her top and stepped into the shower. She was tired. She felt relieved to be away from the quicksand. She washed her body and felt the hot water relaxing her tense muscles. She felt so relaxed, she closed her eyes and slipped under the water. She felt herself being pulled down by the water. She tried to get out but her feet were stuck in the drain. Eve screamed. Laura ran and pulled Eve out of the shower.
"What's the matter?" said Laura.
"My feet were stuck!" Eve cried.
The two women looked at the shower. It was completely normal. Eve's mind had been playing tricks on her. Maybe the quicksand had traumatised her.
"Let's go to sleep," said Laura. "We'll get help in the morning."
The two women lay on the bed and fell asleep.
***
Eve awoke to a bright morning. She sat up in bed and stretched. She felt refreshed and invigorated. The quicksand was gone. She looked at the clock. It was already midday. She needed to get back to the port.
She walked to the bathroom and washed her body. She looked at her body in the mirror. Her breasts had been bruised during the quicksand incident. The bruises had faded, but she was sure her nipples had been pierced. She found Laura getting dressed in the bedroom. They had fresh clothes now. Laura put on a tank top and shorts, and she gave Eve her spare t-shirt and shorts.
"Sorry, no underwear," said Laura, herself braless and without panties.
"That's fine. I don't need any."
Laura walked to the kitchen and made coffee. "We should find some food. We haven't eaten since yesterday."
"Yes, I'm hungry too. I don't know how we survived the quicksand. I thought I was going to die."
"You weren't the first person to have a close call with the quicksand. There was a man who got caught in the quicksand and he was nearly sucked under."
"You mean I've been staying on an island filled with quicksand? And this is your island?" Eve was incredulous. Laura didn't reply. She left the room. She returned not long after with sandwiches from the kitchen.
"Eat up. I found keys and a car outside. We'll drive to the port after we've eaten."
Eve was surprised to find the keys to the car. "Where did you get this?"
"I stole it," said Laura. "I'm sorry. There was no other way to get here. It's the only car left on the island."
They got into the car. It felt strange for Eve to go joyriding, but Laura was right. It was their only way out. They drove off, following the only road out, weaving through the island's jungle interior. As they drove, Eve felt the ground shake.
"What's going on? Another earthquake?"
Laura's eyes widened. She could see the mountain coming down on top of them. "Landslide!" she yelled. There was no way to get out of the way. The mud swept the car up, with the women inside.
Eve closed her eyes. The car tumbled, turning over and over, spinning like a top, with the two women in the back. Eve opened her eyes and saw that they were upside down. She could see the entire island. The trees and vegetation were bent sideways, with the mountains toppled. The island had been shaken by a huge quake. Eve saw the port in front of them, where they had arrived by boat the day before. They were back where they started. They were shaken, but not seriously injured. Their clothes had a few rips. They crawled out of the car.
"Nearly there," said Laura. She held onto Eve's hand and they walked together over the sand towards the port.
As they walked, they saw people running along the beach. They saw the two women and began waving. "There's someone on the beach," said Eve.
"It's the earthquake victims," said Laura. "They must have been able to swim to shore."
"Yes, let's go and help them."
"I'm not sure we can," said Laura. She pointed at the quicksand. It was moving. It had formed a bridge between the beach and the port. "He'll be fine. We have a new problem though. The only way to get to the port is to cross the quicksand."
"We can't do it. It'll suck us under."
"I think we have no choice. If we can't go around, we'll have to go through."
Laura led Eve to the edge of the quicksand. She looked at the soft sand. The quicksand looked calm and peaceful. It didn't look dangerous at all.
"I can't do it," said Eve.
"It'll be alright," said Laura. She took Eve's hand and led her to the edge of the quicksand. "Just go slowly. We might sink, but if take our time, we won't get sucked in."
Laura helped Eve step into the quicksand. Eve wobbled and she almost fell forward. She recovered her balance and stepped to the other side.
"It's not so bad," said Eve. "It's actually quite nice."
That was just one part. They had to get through the rest of the quicksand. The next part was deeper. The quicksand was up to their knees and it was getting more difficult to walk.
"It's too deep," said Eve.
"We'll make it."
The next part was even deeper. They were waist deep. Eve's body was sinking. She was about to fall when she felt a strong arm wrap around her waist.
"I've got you," said Laura. "I'll pull you across. Don't worry. I'm stronger than I look."
Eve felt the strength in Laura's arms as she pulled her across the quicksand. Strangely, Laura was right. The quicksand did feel nice. The warm, soft sand surrounded her lower body, embracing her like Laura was. She pulled the both of them to the next solid island. Their crossing was exhausting, and they were wet and covered in sand. There was one more stretch to go to the far side of the quicksand, and finally to the port.
"That's too far," said Eve, shaking again.
"It's the only way," said Laura. She peeled off her clothes. "I'll go first."
"What if you get stuck?"
"I've got an idea." Laura peeled off her clothes and beckoned to Eve to do the same. She tied them together to form a rope, leaving them both naked again. "I'll cross the quicksand first. If I get stuck, you can pull me out."
"I don't know," said Eve. "It's too dangerous."
"You have to trust me. You don't have a choice. You're stuck."
Eve nodded and Laura stepped out into the quicksand. She went deeper and deeper until her hips were completely submerged. The quicksand felt warm and comfortable. She could see the port in the distance, and she felt the ground shake again. She pushed herself forward.
"I can't hold on," she called back. To Eve's alarm, Laura let go of the rope and pushed out ahead towards solid ground. She kept walking and then her body disappeared from view.
"Laura!" cried Eve. "Laura! Stop!"
The quicksand sucked Laura under. Eve pulled on the rope but it was too late. Laura had fallen into the quicksand and was lost to the depths.
Eve stood there, her heart pounding. She was alone now. She looked at the port and saw the others standing there watching her. They were too far away to help. She was going to die here, trapped in the quicksand.
Then Laura's head emerged, bursting through the thick quicksand. She crawled the rest of the way out, rolling onto solid ground, covered in sand.
"Phew, that was exciting!" she cried out victoriously. "Come on Eve, your turn."
"No way!" said Eve.
"Come on, what's the matter?" asked Laura. "You can't die here. We have to go."
"I can't do it," said Eve.
"Why not? It's only a little bit of quicksand. Come on, we have to go."
"I'm afraid of the quicksand."
"That's stupid. You can't be afraid of the quicksand. It's just sand. Look, I made it. Just walk over, and when you get stuck, throw the rope to me and I'll pull you out."
Eve begrudgingly stepped into the quicksand and began to walk towards Laura. As soon as she was in up to her knees, she stopped.
"You can do it," encouraged Laura. "Just keep going. Don't stop."
Eve tried to move forward but her body was sinking. She panicked and started flailing her arms. She was sucked under and the quicksand swallowed her up. She was being sucked down, down, and she was terrified. Her body was being squeezed by the quicksand, but she couldn't breathe. Her eyes were starting to close.
"The rope!" Laura yelled. "Throw the rope to me!"
Eve remembered the rope and followed Laura's instructions. Laura held onto her end and began to pull Eve out. Eve's face was white with fear. Her body was still sinking.
"I'm going to die," she whispered.
"Not if you don't give up," said Laura. "Keep moving. I'll pull you out. I promise. I'll pull you out."
Eve felt her legs break free of the quicksand and she was able to stand on solid ground. She collapsed onto the sand, sobbing. Laura knelt down and hugged Eve.
"Are you okay?"
Eve said nothing. She instead rolled over to Laura and gave her a deep kiss.
"That was fun," said Laura, kissing Eve back.
"That wasn't fun at all," said Eve. She stood up and started pulling Laura up. She held Laura tight, unwilling to let her go.
"I love you," said Eve.
"I love you too," said Laura.
They kissed again. They kissed for a long time. They didn't want to break the moment. Their passion was interrupted by a man's voice. It was the survivor who was stranded on the beach. He looked at the two naked women embracing each other.
"You two are really crazy!" he yelled.
"No we're not," said Laura, looking embarrassed.
"Yes you are," said Eve. "You should be ashamed of yourself."
"What are you talking about? I was just helping my friend."
"I'm not your friend. You're just trying to get us naked."
Laura blushed, remembering that the man was standing there. "Okay, that might have been true. We're safe now. We have our hero here to take us to the port."
The man blushed even more, realising that he was escorting two gorgeous sand-covered angels. What a story he would have to share.