Red River (snake's request)

[sakura_inverse]

A small, black car rolled its way up the dusty dirt road to a formation of two twisted dead trees. Two of the doors opened to reveal a quick glimpse of the occupants inside. Out of one door, a long, bare leg clad in a black heel slipped out of the car and onto the ground. Finding footing, the other leg soon joined its twin. Two sleek hands emerged to grab sides of the door, but only to help pull their owner out. What emerged was wearing a black skirt and a revealing white tank. Her frame was that of an athletic build. Like a carved statue, it was unsullied except for a tattoo painted into the cleavage of her right breast. The tattoo depicted a black heart with a gothic looking dagger piercing its flesh. Under it bore a series of Japanese characters which translated to the name she went by. The name was Sakura.

At the other end of the car, a strong hand grabbed the top of the car. The car leaned to the side a bit as two muscle bound legs emerged onto the dusty ground. What emerged was a strong, pail white man with long brown hair. He was wearing a black muscle shirt with trimmed down, yet untamed facial hair. The name was Eric.

Sakura was the first to approach the two trees. What lay past them was a sheer embankment that dropped off fifteen feet to a shallow river bed. The bed itself had half an inch of water flowing across its top, but that couldn’t hide the fact that the sandy bottom had its own deep secret. Both Sakura’s and Eric’s intuitions could tell that one blunder in this quicksand would be the nail in their earthly caskets.

As Sakura watched the water calmly flow by, Eric popped the trunk of the car open, grabbing several lengths of white rope. Sakura, while transfixed on the river bed, knew exactly what was going on. A few calm, but heavy footsteps confirmed what she already knew. A large hand pulled her close to Eric, followed by a quietly wild voice that said “Present Yourself.”

Sakura replied “As you wish, Master.” She began first by lifting her tank up, first letting her breasts fall out before pulling it past her hair and letting it fall to the red dust. She then kicked off her heels before pulling a black belt through a series of loops that soon resulted in the skirt falling to the ground.

Smiling, Eric uncoiled his collection of rope. First he took a rather long section of rope and placed one length across the tops of her breasts. He then looped it around her back before returning to the front. After making two passes, he finally would more under her breasts. He brought more of the long rope to her back again and tied a complicated knot. He retrieved another length of rope and somehow tied it through the center of the original knot. He passed the second length of rope underneath her breasts one more time before bringing it above her shoulder. He then brought it down between her breasts and hooked it under the bottom lengths of rope. He then repeated the process until her breasts were in a perfect corset.

Then, after tying her wrists together, Eric led her back to the embankment. He looked down at the steep slope and told her “You know, once we drop down this slope, it’ll probably be a one way trip. Sakura only replied “It only adds to the fun, Master.”

He then led Sakura to the edge. He made her stand at a point where her toes curled around the dusty bend that held the two up. The only thing he said after that was “remember to slide feet first.” With a firm shove, Eric pushed Sakura down the dry dusty slope. A trail of flying dust followed her as she slid down. She eventually landed with a splash in a pool of water that stopped at a foot deep. She made an awkward attempt to pick herself back up, only to lose her balance to a muddy bottom no deeper than her ankles. Looking up from her second fall, she saw a shirtless Eric sliding towards her. Since he wasn’t bound in any physical way, he managed a more graceful splash which put him in a perfect position to pick up his fallen slave.

Eric looked down at his captive and said with a slightly disappointed tone “what are you doing playing here? All the mud’s over there.” Sakura, with some assistance from Eric, got to her feet and said “I’m deeply sorry, and thank you for your assistance, Master.”

Eric, leading his captive to the ever deepening mud, looked over at the glistening body that was Sakura’s. Eric’s only thought was how deep she would slide down into the welcoming confines of the earth. First, he thought about how her legs would look effortlessly sliding in to the point where her struggles would only serve to push her deeper.

These thoughts stopped when they both reached the bottomless mud. An old worn sign on the embankment confirmed their suspicions that this place was deep. The sign itself was tilted to one side in the direction of the current. While Sakura stared at her destiny, Eric, who had brought down more rope with him, braided out a crotch rope which he quickly fitted and tied to her body. She squirmed a bit to test her newly fitted confines, which was far from disappointing. The smooth, bumpy braids effectively tickled both her rear and sex, sending a silent command through her body for a highly sensitive arousal.

Then, with a firm push, Sakura was sent forward with a dull splash into the deep mud. As Eric predicted, the soft mud wasted no time in effortlessly swallowing her legs. The mud seemingly parted under her feet to allow her to slide down until three quarters of her thighs were gone to the earth. now, she came to a rest where her moistening sex was a mere inches away from a deepening grasp. She moaned as the crotch rope rubbed in rhythm with her movements. Eric watched her as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a ball gag, which he effectively used to stifle her moans.

“Now then slave, dance for me.” Sakura snapped out of her trance and willingly wriggled side to side. Eric judged that the mud was gaining half an inch with every shift she took. Again, the sensations the ropes caused began to take over Sakura’s body. Eric watched intently as the braided rope dropped ever closer to the quicksand.
With her womanhood an inch from the encroaching sand, Eric ordered her to stop. Snapping out of her euphoria, Sakura looked up and whimpered through her gag. She was struggling to obey her master. The sand on her legs and the rope soaked in her pre cum urged her to go on, but still she held on.

Eric, wearing nothing but a pair of khaki shorts, took a seated position in the water, resting his elbow on his knee. He looked and smiled in an evil satisfaction at his latest conquest. His conquest was naked, bound, and pleading for any kind of release. For him, this was the best part of his occupation. He already knew in his mind what he wanted to do. He was going to draw out her yearning for just a bit longer. Just a few more minutes to make her break under the pressure. Just a few more minutes, then he could properly punish his conquest.

Sakura’s eyes pleaded with her master’s. An eternity squeezed minute passed by with her body now only taking millimeter descents. At this rate, it would be hours before she could be kissed by the earth. Her legs trembled as she tried to keep still. She knew in her mind that her master could see every twitch that her body made. While the prospect of punishment seemed exciting, she knew the fun would be drawn out the longer she tried to obey. Finally, after another longer minute passed by, her moans and whimpers to her master returned. Her eyes pleaded for forgiveness as her hips began a slight rock. For Eric, this was good enough to move closer.

“So, you couldn’t just hold out could you?” Sakura could only reply with an anguished moan as the rope touched the surface of the water. Eric then said “I guess I braided that rope a little too well. Looks like we’ll have to find a substitute.”

Sakura mindfully acknowledged her master with blushing fury. By now, she knew trying to hide her thrusting hips was going to be useless. The soaked crotch rope was buried half way into the mud, which caused an even more intense rubbing. Slowly, bits of mud began flowing up and around her sex, which was an incredible turn on.

Around this time, Eric had jumped into the mud. It immediately became apparent to Sakura how the straining growth in Eric’s pants had gotten to him. Despite his hormones raging, he still maintained his dominance over Sakura. He first started by pulling out her ball gag. He then replaced the gag with a deep kiss that Sakura was all too willing to receive. Their tongues briefly dueled in a wrapping embrace before they eventually had to part ways through the force of Eric’s pulling back. This kiss was enough to calm her need for attention down enough to give way to more important things.

Eric first started by shifting his weight in the mud. Slowly he sank until he estimated that he was at Sakura’s depth. He then slinked his hand across the mud and pushed down, quickly finding the crotch rope that blocked and teased Sakura’s inner folds. He pulled it aside, which let the mud flow freely into places it could only creep in. Another deep kiss served to keep Sakura from writhing out of control. He then whispered to her “why settle for the mud when you have me?”

By now, their movements had liquefied the mud enough to draw them down deeper. Now, they were drawn down to their ribs and showed no signs of stopping. Eric was working them both deeper trying to wriggle out of his pants to gain full access to his slave. The mud’s own sexy touch did its best to resist his movements, almost as if having sympathy for his captive.

Finally, the two elements came to a compromise. Eric got enough of his cock free in exchange for a bit of struggling to wrench his hands from the muddy grip. He then brought his left hand up to Sakura’s cheek, almost as if distracting her from what he was doing with his right. His right hand found its way to the small of her back, which took a pressed flat position. Then, with a firm pull, he slid her immobile body right up to his. Sakura gasped the second she felt the head of his cock ram against her most sacred parts. In her highly sensitive state, his cock felt like the head of a mushroom trying to seek homage within her body.

Sakura’s heart was taking hollow beats with every attempt Eric made to position himself. Her breasts radiated with glowing heat that intensified as the mud oozed up and around them. She was gasping pleas for her master to enter her, swearing she could have easily boiled the mud around her if she wished to.

Finally, with mud oozing up his chest as well, Eric found a suitable position to enter. But instead of taking his prize, he teased her crevice first by rubbing his cock in a motion following physics. At first he only lightly teased, but Sakura’s moans quickly taunted him into rubbing deeper. After he got his cock head deep, the mud tightened its grip to the point that basic thrusts would be the only motion allowed.

Still, he took advantage of this. He first took a hard thrust deep inside her body in order to let her crevices get used to his presence. Once she began a series of recovering gasps, he pulled out and thrust in again. This time, with the mud covering the tops of her breasts, Sakura begged her master not to stop. He responded by first starting in a slow, continuous pattern. He gradually picked up his pace to the perfect speed that felt like tidal waves of pleasure ripping through both of their bodies. Like two crumbling structures during a storm, they both held out as long as they could. That was until the distinct sound of Sakura’s breath hitching in her throat made itself apparent to Eric.

Eric took this as a sign to release his load. Sakura’s sex contracted around Eric’s cock and mingled her juices with his and the mud’s. Both of their hearts threatened to break free from their human confines. But if they did, their hearts would only have met a rising sea of mud that was threatening to round their shoulders.

As the two stood suspended and catching their breaths, Eric noticed a sharp sting enter the side of his neck. At first he thought it was just an insect flying through the evening air until he noticed a slight lightheadedness take him over. Meanwhile, Sakura had gotten her breathing under control and began to shift in her bonds. Shortly after, Eric could make an unusual range of movement from her shoulders.

After a bit of struggling, and sinking down to her chin, Sakura managed to pull her arms free. Eric noticed through blurring vision that she managed to untie one of the knots that held her wrists together. She reached up out of the mud and pushed down on his sinking shoulders. Even in his drugged mind, Eric couldn’t figure out how his slave could possibly betray him like this and escape with her own life. That was until a long length of rope found its way between the two.

Thanks to Sakura’s efforts, Eric was forced to tilt his head back to look at the orange sky. More and more of Sakura’s body was emerging from the red mud while his was slowly disappearing out of sight. With his chin and mouth succumbing to the mud, all he could make out were two dark figures pulling up his former captive’s body from certain death. Before the drug completely took his vision, he swore to himself he could recognize one of the figures pulling Sakura to safety.

Sakura placed a tired arm on the embankment while the other one gripped the rope. With one swing of her legs she was lying only ten feet from her car. She lay flat catching her breath as she stared up at her rescuers. One of them was a red headed woman she was roommates with, whom she knew as Angel. The other was another woman who was staring down at the spot where Eric disappeared. She was holding a plastic tube with three blue darts lying on the ground beside her. The woman was staring at a ring on her finger, which had the words “Happy Anniversary” engraved in its metal.

[quagmire_uk]

I enjoyed that!

[PM2K]

Excellent! Thanks for the good read!

[stevensenechal]

Yes, an enjoyable read, very descriptive at times and a nice twist at the end. You obviously have a great deal of affection for your female protagonist as she takes it 'on the chin' pretty good before turning the tables ( or is she not that fussy? ) I'll leave any minor criticisms to a Private Message and I've posted my story GPS ( so it's open season ).