A fulfilled dream (Female, Pleasure, Willing, Stuck, Non-Fatal)

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I originally wrote this story in Russian. Many thanks to user Marcin from Silky discord server for the translation.


Nastya couldn't remember when her strange fascination had appeared. It seems like it had always been with her as long as she could remember. Since early childhood, she had been freezing inside when in an old movie the villain sank in quicksand, but it was not fear, no. Nastya could never describe this feeling, but it flared up in her stomach and chest whenever she saw quicksands or swamps, whether it was moments from movies or YouTube videos. Even the earth that had melted after heavy rains and turned into soft mud seemed to tempt her, and she wanted to take off her shoes and walk barefoot on this viscous mixture of water and soil, enjoying the way it slips between her toes, the way it slurped and sucked her feet... And each time, Nastya was terribly annoyed, passing by, suppressing these strange desires. But nothing could be done, doing such things in the city was not the best idea for obvious reasons. So Nastya sighed sadly and went on her way, satisfying herself only with her imagination.

She was looking forward to a trip to the countryside, and the closer was the date of her vacation, the more often various fantasies about deep mud pits, ditches with loosened clay or the sticky bottom silt of dried-up lakes popped into her head. Nastya literally felt the wet pressure on her ankles and calves, the soft pleasant suction on the soles of her feet, felt the soft but strong grip of mud which pulled her feet back with each attempt to pull them out. The fantasies grew more vivid and intrusive.

Yes, it is impossible to say exactly when the girl had this strange fascination, but there was one incident, clearly imprinted in her memory, and it definitely helped to reveal this strange desire to get stuck in the mud. It was ten years ago, Nastya was on summer in this same village. It was the middle of July, it was hot as hell, and the girl was walking with her friend on the outskirts of the village. They liked to wander together in deserted places where the probability of meeting someone was almost zero. So, they walked barefoot, holding their shoes in their hands, until quite by accident they came across a shallow ditch with gray mud and small puddles of water at the bottom. Nastya didn't remember the excuse for going down there, but clearly remembered that barely did her bare feet touch the cool surface of the mud she already sank knee-deep. A dozen seconds of struggle and attempts to get out and the girl was stuck up to the middle of her thighs. She was very firmly stuck then, despite how quickly she sank and how soft the gray mass seemed. She tried to get out, she struggled as hard as she could, but even with help of her friend she was not able to do it right away. At some point they even began to think that they would have to call someone for helping him, because sticky clay sucked Nastya’s feet so hard that it was impossible to pull them out by brute force. Only when her friend carefully climbed down, distributing her weight and crawling on her knees so that she would not sink in, both of them, digging their hands into the loosened soil, slowly, inch by inch, pulled Nastya's legs out of the sticky trap, soaking themselves from head to toe in the mud. The process was so tiring that the girls lay silently on the edge of the ditch for several minutes, catching their breath.

Afterwards they laughed and joked about it, but for Nastya it remained more than just a funny memory. Again and again she returned her thoughts to that pit. Again and again she relived the moment when she first touched the wet ground with her toes, and then finally shifted her body weight from her hands resting on the edges of the pit to her feet, which immediately began to slowly sink into the mud, and she only spread her arms awkwardly, trying to keep her balance, and could only watch as her knees disappeared into the sticky gray soil. But the most vivid memory of all was the sensation of suction on her legs and under her feet. Every time she tried to pull her foot out, she felt the mud like a huge mouth sucking her bare sole heel and toes back in…

And now the long-awaited moment had come. Nastya walked confidently along the path, not paying attention to the prickly stones and twigs under her bare feet, not yet accustomed to such surfaces. The girl didn't even notice them, her head was filled only with thoughts about the place she was going to, and the closer she got, the faster her heart beat and at some point her knees even began to tremble, so she had to slow her step. But it didn't help to calm down. Her mind was full of worries - what if the ditch had been filled in? What if it had dried up? Most of all Nastya was afraid not to find what she had come all this way for. Once, somewhere on the edge of her mind, there was a faint fear that she might get so stuck that she wouldn't be able to get out on her own, and this time there would be no one around to help her. But Nastya only became even more aroused when she imagined how helplessly she would wriggle in the thick heavy mud and immediately brushed away the slight feeling of danger. She's going to this mud pit specifically to get stuck. How will she get out? She'll figure something out, it doesn't matter now.

Nastya turned off the path she had been walking along for half an hour, not missing the opportunity to walk through all the puddles she met on her way, leaving neat wet footprints of her bare feet behind her. Then she waded through the bushes, carefully choosing where to step, so as not to accidentally step on some thorny plant, then walked for another five minutes and happily smiled. The ditch was in the same place. It had not been filled in, and Nastya looked down carefully, it was not dry. There were no puddles of water now, but the soil below clearly looked wet, and its color resembled wet concrete. That day, she was barely up to her thighs, but even so, it was very pleasant to feel the soft, wet pressure on her bare feet. When Nastya imagined how the viscous mud would feel on her naked body, her legs nearly gave out, and heat flared in her groin. She took a step back and began to undress. First, she pulled her T-shirt over her head and found that her erect nipples were unusually hard and sensitive. As she took off her shorts, Nastya realized how wet she was. Yes, she had felt it while coming here, but she had never expected that the front of her panties would be soaked through. After thinking for a couple of moments, Nastya decided to take them off too, sinking into the mud completely naked. She hooked the elastic band with her thumbs and pulled it down, watching the transparent threads stretch between the fabric and her reddened labia. Finally, she stood naked at the edge of the ditch, wrinkling in the cool breeze and shifting from foot to foot. Finally. Now what she had been waiting for so long was about to happen.

Nastya took a closer look, examining the bottom of the pit and trying to better choose the place where she was going to jump. The right spot was almost in the center of the pit, dark and shiny from moisture. The ground should be the softest there. Nastya smiled, stood still for a couple more seconds, and then jumped down, trying to get both feet into this wet area. A wet slap sounded and… Her feet pressed into the warm, thick clay barely to her ankles. The girl looked down and saw that mud had not even completely closed on her feet, covering only her toes. She could partially see her feet, visible between the walls of the two holes in the mud. It was strange, last time she had sank knee-deep without jumping. The mud has apparently become much thicker, maybe because of the drought, or maybe Nastya just made a mistake when choosing the place to land. Either way, the girl was not satisfied with the result. What if the hole had dried up and she couldn’t sink deeper? She didn’t want to believe that. She should just jump again, trying to land on her heels with all her weight, maybe the ground has hardened only at the top and it would be possible to break through this layer.

Nastya bent down concentrated, and jumped, putting all her strength into it… It felt like her bare soles were caught in two large suction cups that perfectly replicated their shape. Instead of jumping, the girl jerked upwards as if she was glued to the ground, waving her arms violently and almost losing her balance. She looked down in surprise to find that not only had she not pulled her feet out of the mud, but she had sunk a little deeper. Her feet disappeared from sight behind walls of gray clay that almost closed in on each other. Nastya tried to jump once more. To no avail. Then again. The suction of mud held soles of her feet very tightly and after third jump they even hurt a little. Trying to stand on her tiptoes, she felt the mud sucking her heels in, and the harder she stretched, the stronger the suction was. Her heels began to feel numb, but Nastya kept pushing upward as hard as she could, but only pushed her toes deeper into the thick clay mass. She had already forgotten these sensations and now enjoyed the soft suction and pressure of gray mud on her bare feet, which meanwhile sank to the middle of the calves. The girl started alternately pulling her legs as if she was trying to get out, but she didn't make much effort because getting out was really the last thing she wanted to do. She enjoyed the way the sticky ground pleasantly sucked her soles, swayed lazily along with her jerks and slowly, barely noticeably swallowed her legs deeper. Nastya tugged harder and harder, until finally she stopped giving in and pulled her feet out with all her strength. But the wet thick clay that squeezed them from all sides held them so tightly that she could only lift them slightly. Nastya wiped the sweat off her forehead. She felt hot. And it wasn't just because she hadn't stopped exerting herself for several minutes. Each time she made another attempt to pull her foot out and felt the strong suction pull her toes and the skin on her soles downward and she sank deeper into the sticky mess rising up her legs in two tight hoops, warm arousal surged in her groin and everything clenched in her chest. On her reddened and swollen labia, a clear thick liquid gathered in large drops, which then slowly slid down thin strings, falling onto the wet surface of the mud shaking from the girl's movements. Nastya wanted to put her hands between her legs and use her fingers to stop that unbearable sweet itch, but she held back with all her might. Her legs only reached above her knees, and that was not enough.

She stopped to catch her breath but continued to move her legs slightly, lifting up on her heels and toes to keep feeling the suction beneath them. She dreamed about it for so long, fantasized at night, imagining what it would be like, and now finally… She bent down, grabbed her right thigh and pulled it upward with all her strength. Immediately she felt the mud resist, sucking her foot back with the same force. Nastya exerted even more, but the suction on her sole grew proportionately. She tensed to the limit, clenched her teeth, the knuckles of her fingers turned white and her nails dug painfully into her thigh, but all her efforts were in vain, the sticky mud formed a vacuum around her foot and there was useless to resist the suction. For a split second Nastya thought, how long would it take if she really wanted to get out? The mud was holding her so tightly… Would she even be able to get out, sinking as deep as she initially wanted to? Last time a friend helped her and together they wasted a lot of time and exhausted themselves… But she only brushed those thoughts away.

Suddenly her left foot, as if breaking some solid layer, quickly sank much deeper. She didn't even have time to think, and instinctively tried to pull herself up, leaning on her other foot, but the mud only swayed slightly in response, not letting go an inch of Nastya's leg, which only made her other leg sink deeper. The stunned girl looked down and discovered that there were only one inch between her groin and the surface, and a thick, transparent thread of lubricant stretched between her swollen reddened labia and the small puddle that had accumulated on the gray mud. There wasn't much left… Nastya imagined her crotch coming into contact with the rough mud that engulfed her up to her waist, gently enveloping and squeezing her in a tight embrace. Intense arousal was making her dizzy. It was impossible to stand it, and the girl began to jerk hard from side to side, switching from foot to foot, not paying attention to the fact that skin of her bare soles, exhausted by the constant strong suction, were beginning to hurt a little. She wanted as quickly as possible push her heated body deeper into the sticky clay mass, which slowly climbed higher and higher up her bare thighs, enveloping them, squeezing them, sucking them deeper and deeper. Though Nastya pushed as hard as she could, the mud allowed her legs to rise only an inch, but the surface of the clay lifted with them, and the merciless vacuum, against which the girl had no chance, pulled them back in.

The touch of her sensitive labia against the rough surface of the mud was like a sudden electric shock. Nastya shuddered, arching her back, her feet tensing on their own, as if her body were reflexively trying to stand on tiptoe and pull her groin away from the source of the suddenly too strong sensation, but the vacuum holding the girl's heels made this impossible. Instead, Nastya pressed her labia and delicate pink clitoris against the rough ground, smearing a puddle of lube and leaving a glistening trail as if a slug had just crawled in there. Her breath hitched like a hand on her throat, and a loud moan escaped along with a compressed groan. Her pelvis jerked forward, then backward, it was not the girl's will, she was no longer in control of her body. Even if a crowd of people had now appeared at the edge of the pit, watching Nastya in amazement, she would not have been able to stop herself, and would only have stared at it helplessly, unable to take control of her writhing body. The strongest orgasm of her life came upon her so suddenly and powerfully that for a split second she was terrified. But only for a split second, after which all thoughts and emotions evaporated in a flash, like a drop of water from a red-hot iron. She had never experienced anything like this before. Her face contorted in a sweet agony of pleasure, her body shook and trembled, and her swollen clitoris and reddened labia kept rubbing against the mud, which intensified and prolonged the ecstasy. From tips of her toes to head, Nastya was in the grip of an incredibly powerful orgasm that hit her like an electric shock. Deep down, her toes involuntarily tried to curl, but the thick mud prevented them from doing so, holding and sucking them like ten little mouths. And meanwhile the sticky clay was gradually rising up the girl's body, who was trembling and squirming, helpless against her own body, drowning in an ecstasy that lasted… Nastya did not realize how long. The sense of time disappeared, all that remained was the white fire of pleasure and the heavy sticky warm mud sucking her body deeper and deeper.

Nastya regained consciousness, but did not immediately realize where she was. As if awakened from a deep sleep, she stared dully around, trying to understand what was happening through the fog in her head. The first thing she felt was the mud wrapping tightly around her body. Trying to move, the girl immediately felt a gentle pressure from all sides, which reached… Nastya looked down. The gray, wet mass reached her navel. But just a moment ago she was only touching the surface with her groin. It seems by her uncontrollable shaking she sank deeper after which she passed out from the unbearable pleasure. How much time has passed? From the bottom of the pit the position of the sun in the sky could not be seen, so it was impossible to know how long she had been unconscious. Nastya tried to move and immediately felt the sticky thick vacuum resist her. She pulled harder, the mud swayed sluggishly in response. Oh how tightly this mud squeezed her naked body, it was impossible to even move her toes now. Nastya once again tried to break free, but the clay swamp did not even notice this futile attempt to break free from its sucking grip and squeezed her body even tighter. And with that, the girl felt a flash of heat between her legs and realized that she was getting aroused again.

Nastya found patches of hard ground to her left and right with her hands, then leaned on them, took a deep breath and pressed hard, trying to pull her body out of the sticky soil. She decided that mud baths would be enough for today, and besides, it was summer and she could come here every day. But the mud did not want to let go of its prey so easily. As long as the girl remained motionless, the thick clay held her body only slightly, but as soon as she moved even a little, it immediately began to squeeze her like a vise. Nastia relaxed and took her hands off the surface where her palms were clearly imprinted, and immediately noticed that she had sunk a little deeper. Yes, it will be very difficult to get out of this mud. Nastya felt weightless, pleasantly wrapped in a warm, thick cocoon. She moved her hips slightly, and the gray surface swayed in response, like jelly or a water mattress. She leaned on her arms again and reached up. The mud held her tightly, very tightly. Nastya put even more effort into it, and in return she felt the semi-liquid earth sucking her even harder. She tensed so hard that her shoulder muscles began to hurt, but the mud only clung more tightly to Nastya's naked body, and she realized that all her efforts were not helping to pull herself up even an inch. She pulled herself up a little, but the surface of the mud in a half-meter radius around her rose with her body, and the suction became so strong that she had a feeling she would rather be torn apart than be able to pull herself up even another inch. She relaxed again and the surface of the mud lowered back down, swallowing the girl a little deeper.

At the same time, the friction of the rough soil against her crotch made Nastya bite her lip and twitch involuntarily, causing a slight rippling on the surface of the gray clay. Nastya clenched her eyes and tried not to move, waiting for the pleasant feeling to pass. It wasn't easy, but despite the fact that she wanted a repeat of what had recently happened, she realized that in her situation, the first thing she should think about was freeing herself from this soft trap. She finally opened her eyes and looked down. Hell, the surface of the mud now reached her lower ribs. Not only was she making no progress in trying to get out, but instead she was sinking even deeper. And if the mud sucked her in so hard when it only reached her navel…

A sense of danger and pleasure fought within Nastya head. On the one hand, the girl wanted to get out of this sticky trap, but the feeling of the wet earth sucking her naked body, holding her with a dead grip and not allowing her to escape from its grasp even an inch was very pleasant. She felt it especially strongly on the soles of her feet, and Nastya involuntarily tried to move her toes to feel this pleasant suction. She immediately realized that it was a mistake to focus so much attention on it. Immediately her arousal increased many times over, and the fear of not being able to get out faded into the background. She tried to push these thoughts out of her head, but it was too late. Each movement caused a soft resistance of mud and a pleasant rubbing against her crotch, Nastya just couldn't ignore the sensations.

But the girl was not going to give up so easily. She found a hard spot with her hands again, leaned against it and continued trying to free herself from the warm sticky trap. But now she chose a different tactic. Instead of simply pulling upward her body from the sucking grip of the swamp, she began to sway slowly and carefully from side to side, one by one pulling her legs out. At first it didn't seem to work, but she soon discovered that this method was the right one. Yes, it definitely worked. Very slowly her body was released from the sticky mud, the surface of which shook from side to side with the girl's movements. But at the same time, the rhythmic rubbing of the mud against her clitoris and labia increased the pleasant warmth that flared up between her legs with each rocking motion. Nastya closed her eyes and clenched her teeth. She knew her body and realized that it would get more and more pleasurable and soon she would be on the edge, but there was no way to stop. If she had stopped trying even for a second to give her arms a rest or catch her breath, not only would all her efforts have been in vain, but the mud would have sucked her body in even deeper. And who knows if the girl will then be able to break free from the soft embrace of clay. Her arms were already starting to hurt… The feeling of strong suction on the sole of her left foot… Then the right foot… Her navel was already showing above the surface of the mud. Nastya continued to rock methodically, trying to get out of the clinging swamp. She tried hard not to pay attention to the way the mud was rubbing against her crotch, sucking hard from her toes to her buttocks, not wanting to let go of her young naked body. Nastya was already moaning through clenched teeth, her arm muscles were burning unbearably, but she could not stop. She felt that she was balancing on a thin edge and could fall into a bottomless abyss of pleasure at any moment. It was almost too much to bear. Just a little more. Just to slide her pelvis out, to pull her labia away from that clay… Oh how tightly the mud held her. It sucked her toes, soles and heels, wrapped her tightly from her ankles to her buttocks, squeezed her entire mired body and rubbed against her like a huge, rough tongue…

Nastya involuntarily imagined this and immediately realized it was a mistake. But it was too late, the familiar tremor grew in her lower abdomen, and she realized that she had lost. A second orgasm hit her, paralyzing her body with a sweet spasm of ecstasy. The girl collapsed back into the soft embrace of the mud, which gladly welcomed her back into its moist depths. She moaned, unable to contain herself, wriggling and arching with her whole body. Only by the edge of her mind did she feel the wet soil rising up her body like a tight hoop, inexorably taking away everything she had fought so hard for. But she didn't really realize it. She wasn't in control of herself. The orgasm displaced all thoughts and emotions, leaving only pure pleasure, which mercilessly swept in waves through her body, growing stronger and stronger instead of subsiding as usual. Nastya could do nothing, she was helpless against her own body, which betrayed her. For another minute the girl moaned and twitched, and when the ecstasy became so strong that Nastya almost lost consciousness and could not even wriggle, but simply froze, throwing her head back and shaking finely, the orgasm slowly subsided. She was exhausted, catching air with her mouth like a fish cast ashore. Finally, after a few minutes, coming to her senses, she slowly looked around and almost cried at what she saw.

All her efforts had been for nothing. Now the sticky, clayey swamp was sucking her up to her nipples, embracing and licking her breasts from underneath. The girl tried to move. The mud squeezed her body evenly and softly, but held her like cement. Every toe, calfs, thighs, butt, belly and breast were tightly squeezed on all sides, so that even breathing became more difficult. However, the gray surface still swayed mockingly along with the girl's movements, giving the illusion that it was easy to get out of this soft, semi-liquid ground. But Nastya knew that this was not the case at all. Yes, she realized that she would not drown completely, that she had reached the point of buoyancy and would not sink any deeper. But she also realized that she had just lost control of herself and was mired much stronger. But even in this seemingly hopeless situation, she refused to give up. Yes, it would be difficult to get out, very difficult, but it couldn't be that she was completely stuck in some mixture of sand, clay and water.

Nastya put her hands on the surface again and prepared to lean over… But suddenly, instead of hard ground, she felt soft mud. She involuntarily looked to the left, then to the right… A moment ago there was hard ground here… And then she realized what had happened. From her uncontrollable twitching and shaking, the water had soaked the previously solid parts of the pit, softening them and turning them into the same thick mass in which she was now hopelessly stuck. Nastya frantically waved her hands, trying to find places to lean on. But everywhere her hands reached, there was only soft, thick and warm mud. The girl looked around confused, unable to believe what was happening. She was really stuck. What she had fantasized about for so long, what she had wanted so much, what she had dreamed about so many times before falling asleep, was happening right now. She was stuck. Mired. Bogged down. She is standing in the thick mud surrounding her naked body from the soles of her bare feet to her chest, and she can't get out. She really can't get out, not like when she only pretended to try to get out without any effort. No, now she was trying with all her might, struggling to the point of exhaustion against the sticky warmth of the mud. But the vacuum sucking her body back was stronger. Only now did Nastya fully realize it. And she wasn't even surprised when she felt a flash of familiar warmth between her legs again.

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Near a small river, behind a thicket of tall bushes, there was a wide hole in the ground. At its edge lay a pair of sandals, and on top of them were crumpled denim shorts, a white T-shirt and panties that had already dried in the sun. The walls of the pit went smoothly from black earth to gray clay, which got wetter the lower it went, until finally in the very center there was a girl, or rather, just her shoulders and arms covered with dried gray mud, half-submerged small breasts with hardened nipples and her head with dark hair spread in different directions, partly lying on the surface of the mud and slightly dirty from it. From time to time, she made new attempts to get out, growling through tightly clenched teeth, her head thrown from side to side…. But no matter how hard she tried, she was unable to recover her body from the treacherous trap. A trap that she didn't fall into by accident, not through carelessness, but into which she jumped of her own free will. Down into the sticky, warm mud, she wanted to sink down and get stuck as deep and hard as she could. And she achieved what she wanted. She stood, mired up to her nipples into the clay, whose heavy grip now held her gently and pleasurably, tightly enveloping every curve of her body, sucking every toe, pressing down on her swollen throbbing clitoris, squeezing her buttocks and belly, perfectly replicating every smallest fold of her skin.

The girl rested, then began desperately fighting the sticky mud again, but was quickly tiring. The mud swayed and shook from Nastya's violent movements, but did not let go of an inch of the girl's naked body, who wriggled furiously, stretching as hard as she could until her muscles ached and her eyes darkened, but no matter how hard she tried, she could not break free from the strong suction of the wet ground. The more she tried to break free, the harder the mud pulled her back, squeezing her tighter and tighter. Nastya gathered her strength again and began trying unsuccessfully to free herself…. And so it went on and on. But the more time passed, the more clearly she realized that she couldn't get out. There was nowhere to put her hands, nothing to grab onto. And even if there was? Nastya remembered the monstrous force with which her feet had been sucked into the mud until they were only knee-deep. And now up to her breasts…

Nastya could only twitch helplessly in different directions, watching the mud shake and sway mockingly in return. Mired up to her nipples, the confused girl ran her hands over herself, drawing incomprehensible patterns on the soft surface of the mud with her fingers, and realized she didn't know what to do now. She won't be able to get out on her own. She realized this, using all her strength many times and stopping only when it ran out. And then again. And again. And again. But it was all useless. There was no chance of escaping this merciless, but so pleasant trap. She soon discovered that instead of trying to free herself, she was again moving her pelvis and rub her labia against the rough mud as hard as the strong pressure would allow. But it didn't matter now, and the girl didn't suppress her desires, but continued methodically rocking from side to side, moaning louder and louder, biting her lip and feeling her heart speed up and her body begin to move on its own again.