Paris in quicksand peril

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Paris in quicksand peril

Postby MadMax359 » Fri May 29, 2009 10:47 pm

Paris had high hopes of becoming the top investigative reporter for her station; that would get her out of covering puff pieces on garden clubs and cats that got stuck in trees. So on her own, she had decided to go undercover at Tommy Baritone's club to find out just how he was smuggling cocaine and arms throughout the Caribbean. But for once, she hadn't counted on her striking looks. As minor as her newcasts had seemed to her, she was so hot that the great mobster himself knew exactly who she was when she claimed to be new in town and looking for a job. He had lured her out to one of his warehouses near the Everglades, and a quick signal to his goons had been enough to have her grabbed, stripped and bound.
"Did you find a wire on her?" Baritone demanded as his men roughly searched the helpless reporter. Satisfied that she didn't have a hidden microphone, he grunted "Wait til the park closes, then get rid of her... now let's get that new shipment loaded". Frantic, Paris struggled against the ropes, expecting no mercy; she didn't notice how one of the younger hoodlums gaped at her efforts.
Left alone on the sofa {watch the video here}, the over-ambitious reporter searched for any loose knot, any chance of escape. It was hopeless-- she was hogtied too tight, and could do no more than MMMPPPFFT into her gag. After a while, exhausted, she sank into unconsciousness.
When she awoke she was still half naked and hogtied, but now was joustling up and down in the back of a pick up truck heading into the swamps. She tried to scream for help, but who would hear her anyway? When the truck stopped and the Baritone gang came for her, she knew that rescue was unlikely.
The mobsters dragged Paris out of the truck bed and over to a simple wooden scaffold next to what looked like a patch of muddy water. Clearly this place had been used before, for the hoods moved quickly in a routine they had down pat. One cut the hogtie and tied a heavy bag of gym weights to her ankles, while another fastened a leather strap under her heaving bosom, then hooked that to a rope suspended from the scaffold. When they pulled the rope taut, she was pulled about a foot off the ground, the weights on her feet pulling on her viciously. They then swung the scaffold over the muddy pit below her and paused to appreciate their handiwork.
The shapely redhead was dangling over a pit of quicksand. Her bound legs kicked fruitlessly, causing the weights to skim the muddy surface. The strap around her torso pushed her exposed chest up in an arch. From the looks on their faces, several of the gangsters would be thinking about her tonight, but one of them seemed almost ashamed to gawk with his colleagues.
"I'd love to stand here and watch you all day, but we have to get back to work" the ringleader sneered. With that, her pulled out a large knife from his ankle sheath and slashed the support rope. Paris screamed into her gag as she plunged into the mire!
Instantly, Paris was pulled thigh deep. The bog was cool and she felt it ooze up her legs. The gangsters were getting back in the pickup, leaving her to a grisly fate--- only one of them casting a look back. Her desperate struggles intensified as the mud claimed her hips, but the ropes just cut into her firm young body. She was sinking fast and no closer to getting free and one corner of her brain knew this was the wrong way to go. With a superhuman effort, Paris forced herself to calm down. Struggling had only gotten her deeper into the quicksand, she had to try something else.
The only motions from the imperilled damsel was the panting of her breathing, and her rate of sinking had slowly dramatically. Beneath the surface, she kept trying to get even one hand free. As her breasts began to float on the surface, she managed to get her right hand free. She wriggled to get it above the deadly mud, but there was nothing to grab onto and bit by bit the quicksand drew her further into itself. But just as the mire covered her chest, the young gangster who had been entranced by her beauty appeared at the edge of the swamp. He had given his compatriots the slip and rushed back, hoping that it wasn't too late. When he saw Paris still alive, he breathed a sigh of relief. Soon he would have her to himself...
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Re: Paris in quicksand peril

Postby PM2K » Sat May 30, 2009 1:13 am

You can't end it there! That's just plain evil!

Great story, though... :D

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Re: Paris in quicksand peril

Postby quagmire_uk » Sun May 31, 2009 11:07 am

Indeed!

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Re: Paris in quicksand peril

Postby jack c » Mon Jun 01, 2009 2:02 am

Yeah, I agree. Especially with Paris as the heroine, there could be a chapter 2?

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Re: Paris in quicksand peril

Postby MadMax359 » Mon Jun 01, 2009 11:20 am

jack c wrote:Yeah, I agree. Especially with Paris as the heroine, there could be a chapter 2?


well, are ya thinking about another sinking peril? because what i'm thinking he would do next has little to do with quicksand! :evil:
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Re: Paris in quicksand peril

Postby quagmire_uk » Tue Jun 02, 2009 12:33 am

Heh, I see your point. ;)


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