Pledge Sink (f, grim)

[morbius]

As a long-time lurker on this site, I felt it was high time to contribute. There's a lot of great stuff on here, but my favorite writer was PM2K, who I understand has sadly passed. So here is a story I have written, using themes a little like his style. Anyway, its the quicksand story I always wanted to write. I think he would have enjoyed it. Hope you do too.

PLEDGE SINK

September 2005, somewhere in the Southern United States...

The three Pledges stood shivering in the chill of the evening. As per the rules of the Sorority induction, they were in the uniforms of the exclusive and expensive schools that had comprised their education prior to college. Rebecca and Olivia were in black and plaid pleated skirts respectively, their white shirts straining at their pushed-up tits. Rebecca had gone the full hog with her white knee socks, black blazer and school tie, her long silky brown hair swept neatly back with a white Alice band. Olivia, by contrast, had reveled in the opportunity to flout her old, strict uniform rules. Her skirt hung scandalously short, she had dispensed with her blazer and tie, and had tied her white shirt to reveal her toned navel. Her blonde hair, long, full and curly, flounced around her shoulders. The third of this privileged trio had belonged to a school with no uniform policy, so instead, Abigail had been permitted to wear her school cheerleader outfit, a snug blue and white crop-top and flared, pleated skirt. Her brown hair was tied back in a pony-tail.

“Looking good, Ladies! Nice to see you can still fit in your old uniforms after a Summer in the Hamptons,” smirked Jennifer, the queen bee of the Sorority. She was a cover-girl-beautiful blonde, dressed in expensive knee-high leather boots, white jeans with a Gucci belt, and a cropped leather jacket over a white shirt. Her companions were hardly less beautiful. Sophie’s heeled boots were covered by indigo bootcut jeans, and she wore a pink cashmere v-neck sweater. Her blonde hair hung down her back like a bride’s veil. Emily was equally preppy, also in dark bootcut denim, and a white polo shirt with the Sorority crest emblazoned on her left breast. Her brown hair was long, full and wavy.

“So, the rules of this are simple. Ahead of you is Sampson Marsh.” Jennifer gestured behind her to an expanse of wild land. The evening sun’s rays still clearly showed thickets, bushes, copses of low, mouldering trees, and between it all, treacherous barely-grassed paths either side of which lay mud pits. The differences between path and mud were clear in some places, not so clear in others. Once the last of the sun was gone, only a bright full moon or a very powerful torch would be able to tell safety from a muddy future. The pledges had no torches. And it looked set to be a cloudy night. “Ten years ago tonight, three pledges for our Sorority – Phoebe Blanche, Kimberly David and Madison Walsh – were challenged to walk through the marsh to prove themselves worthy. They were never seen again.” Jennifer smiled wolfishly, letting her words hang in the air as she peered imperiously at the apprehensive pledges before her. “The assumption is that they slipped into one of the mud pits in the forest, and drowned. Tonight, you will attempt to succeed where they failed, in an exact repeat of their challenge: the first to get through to the other side and meet the three of us by my Mustang is the winner and will automatically be eligible to join the most exclusive Sorority on campus!” Jennifer finished this little speech with a flourish and the brightest all-American smile she could muster.

The three pledges looked at each other dubiously. “It won’t be exactly the same will it? I bet those three pledges weren’t in school uniforms and cheerleader outfits!” complained Olivia.

“Imagine them in jeans and boots. Imagine them in bikinis. Imagine them naked for all I care! It is irrelevant what they were wearing. I set the rules this time…and our costume rules for pledge week dares are very clear.”

The pledges pouted unhappily, but the lure of the Sorority was strong. Cautiously, they edged towards the marsh. “I wouldn’t hang about girls. The light will soon be gone!” admonished Jennifer. Reluctantly, the two schoolgirls and the cheerleader started forward. Jennifer, Sophie and Emily watched smirking until the three had vanished, before climbing into Jennifer’s red Ford Mustang convertible. The engine fired with an angry bark, and the car roared off. Picking their way down into the marsh, the three pledges heard the Mustang’s howl and knew that Jennifer and the others would follow the roads that traced the outline of the bog and be waiting for them at the other side. The race was on.

Finding a fork in the path, Rebecca, who was in the lead, confidently forged to the left. Olivia looked more doubtful.

“How do you know it’s that way?” she called. But Rebecca had already slipped behind some trees and was on her way.

”What do you think Abi?” she called to her friend. “This path seems better. I don’t know why Rebecca thinks going left is better.”

“Yeah, let’s go right. I think it looks better.”

The two girls walked on, picking their way with great caution, Olivia slightly ahead. Eventually Abigail pushed some hair out of her eyes and said,

“So Olivia, have you seen Richard recently?”

“Richard? Your Richard? Uh…sure…at your party last month.”

“Hmm. I mean more recently than that. Like, last week.”

“Err, no. No Abi. Why would I have seen him?”

“Just cos a little bird told me you had seen him. Quite a lot of him actually.”

“I don’t know what you mean Abi. I haven’t seen him, I swear!”

“Liar! I know you’ve been seeing him. Trying to steal him from me! You’re going to pay you bitch!” Abigail suddenly grabbed Olivia’s hair and yanked her head back. Olivia screamed but fought, and managed to twist free. She pelted away at full speed, with Abigail in hot pursuit.
Olivia ran blindly through a thicket in order to outpace Abigail. She immediately felt the ground beneath her grow unstable and her feet sinking deeper, but such was her momentum and her keenness to stay ahead of Abigail, she was able to get several feet before her legs stuck fast. It was just dawning on her what was going on when Abigail plunged after her.

Abigail’s progress had brought her close to Olivia when she too ground to a halt. Both girls were up to their knees in mud, and they peered in fear as any attempt to move resulted in them sinking further.

“Shit! We’re in the quicksand! You idiot Olivia! Look where you’ve ended us both up!”

“I wouldn’t have had to run if you hadn’t gone crazy! This is your fault for not being reasonable!”

“You slept with my boyfriend!! I’m mad at you and when I get out of here I’m going to leave you sinking in this mud. We’ll see how much Richard likes you when I tell all of campus how you had to beg to be set free from here!” Abigail pumped her legs furiously in the direction of the nearest piece of solid-looking land. But she succeeded only in sinking to her thighs. Olivia snorted.

“Looks like you’ll be the one who needs rescuing. Any more moves like that and you’ll end up with mud in your snatch. I’m staying right here…at least I’m not sinking any more. Rebecca will be along in a minute and she can pull us out. Rebecca!! Where are you?! We need help!” she shouted.

Abigail looked about with sudden fear as she sank a little more. Her cheer skirt was brushing the mud now. She made a decision. “You’re right Olivia. Looks like you are on more solid ground. Guess I’ll have to share it with you!” she snarled. She lunged at Olivia with all the strength she could muster, and managed to hook her fingers onto the waistband of Olivia’s skirt. The glossy blonde squeaked with fear as Abigail began to pull her off her feet.

“What are you doing you stupid bitch!? Get off me!!” Olivia twisted to prize Abigail’s fingers away, but it was too late. Abigail’s other hand took a firm grasp of the sexy little knotted white shirt and pull her deep into the mud. Abigail used the leverage to wrap her arms around the traitorous teen and push her down. The two girls grunted with effort as they fought, but Abigail now had the advantage. She hauled on Olivia’s shoulders, simultaneously levering herself out of the bog, while Olivia sank deeper into it. Olivia cried as she felt the cold slime engulf her little pleated plaid skirt, swamp her nether regions, and settle against her toned, exposed belly. Her fingers clawed at Abigail’s long brown pony tail, but her murderer refused to yield. Suddenly she saw Rebecca, standing by the edge of the bog. “Help me!!” she screamed. But Rebecca stood, smirking at the two fighting it out.

“I knew you two would end up scrapping it out in here. Who do you think told Abigail that you had slept with Richard? It was me of course. Now I think I will leave you to it. Maybe you’ll escape, maybe you won’t. Either way, I will have won this race easily by then. Bye-bye. May the best girl win!” with a musical little laugh, Rebecca spun and skipped away.

“BITCH!” shouted Olivia and Abigail in unison as Rebecca disappeared into the gloom. But their shared disgust at Rebecca only lasted a moment, before they resumed their own desperate struggle. Olivia was losing the fight though. The mud was already lapping hungrily at her breasts. Olivia gasped as the cold slime penetrated her white shirt and flimsy bra, exciting her nipples. Finally, Abigail was able to get both hands directly on Olivia’s head, and she mercilessly pushed the head of flouncy blonde hair into the mud. Olivia’s desperate blue eyes widened as her mouth and nose slipped beneath the mud. With a final shove, Abigail drowned her rival , scrambling her knees onto Olivia’s shoulders and putting herself almost clear of the bog.

***

At the far end of the marsh, Jennifer’s Mustang pulled up sharply, and the three Sorority girls spilled out. Jennifer, of course, took charge.

“There’s only two paths out of the forest here, so assuming our pledges are on the right track, they will be coming through one of them in a few minutes. That is, if they haven’t sunk in a bottomless pit of mud!” she laughed. Sophie and Emily smirked along. “We can’t cover both exits. So I’ll take the path over here. You two take that one.” Jennifer indicated a dense patch of thicket. It was getting harder to distinguish things as the light faded.

“Uh, Jen…are you sure it is there?” said Emily nervously.

“Of course. Go on, what are you waiting for? Afraid of getting your new jeans muddy? You should have worn boots like me.” Emily and Sophie exchanged looks. Jennifer had put her finger on exactly their concerns, but they couldn’t really back out. Reluctantly, the two girls pushed on into the forest. Jennifer watched them go, her hands on her hips. She waited until she was sure they had done as they were told, then she marched confidently onto the path where she expected the winner to emerge.

***

Abigail grunted with satisfaction as she felt the quivering and thrashing underneath her of her boyfriend’s seducer grow weak, and cease. She wobbled a bit unsteadily, but climbing on top of Olivia had certainly given her a chance to push for safety. For all her efforts and sacrificing someone to save herself though, the mud was still at her knees. She tried one shuffling pace towards safety, but suddenly, she felt a weight on her ankle. Something had grabbed her with a vice-like grip. The cheerleader cried with frustration as she inexorably started sinking again. She realized what it was: Olivia, in a final piece of revenge, had snagged her ankle with her final dying throes. How typical of the selfish bitch to do that!

Abigail struggled, but she couldn’t shift the deadly weight. Once again, the mud rose up her thighs. Her cheerleader skirt fanned out over the mud. The girl wailed as she sank deeper. Her tight little torso, then her perky breasts, were engulfed. In no time it was at her chin. Her screams went unanswered. Her pretty face contorted as she tried to keep her delectable mouth clear. But all to no avail. With a final despairing wail, Abigail sank to her doom. Her long brown pony-tailed hair swirled in the muddy vortex for a moment, and then was gone. In the race for the Sorority spot, there was now only one girl in it…

***

Jennifer had moved sufficiently along the path to be out of sight of the road. And she had found what she was looking for – a good deep mud pit, just off the path, and sited a good couple of feet down off the bank. The lettering on an old hand-painted sign was still discernible:
‘DANGER – Deep mud. Do not attempt to cross’.

This, Jennifer was sure, was the spot where three pledges had met their doom in 1995. At least, that was what geeky Brenda the biologist had told her. Based on the kind of foliage growing here, and the warning sign, this was likely to be where the mud was at its deepest.

Jennifer shivered with macabre glee as she imagined what it must have been like for those three pledges in ’95. She conjured up in her mind the newspaper cuttings from a decade ago which she had found in the library. Grainy black and white photos of Phoebe, Kimberly and Madison, together at some Freshman party, in classic 90s gear – baggy high-waisted jeans, chunky belts, colorful cropped sweaters – and the appeals for help. Speculation of a Sorority prank gone wrong, but no proof found. Suspicion falling on a group of bikers instead. The story mostly forgotten, relegated to rumor and legend. But not for Jennifer. What had it been like for those three? Jennifer invented a story for her own pleasure. Phoebe, the bubbly blonde, falls in first, starts sinking fast. Madison, a more sensible brunette, tries to help. She takes off her chunky belt. Gets Kimberly to do the same. She wades in, flinging the belt towards Phoebe. Phoebe snags it. Madison turns back to Kimberly who steps right to the edge of the mud, dangling her own belt for Madison to grab. But when she does so, Kimberly loses her footing and tumbles in. The three girls flounder, shivering as the mud rolls over the waistbands of their jeans and touches their smooth bellies. Phoebe, a lost cause, sinks first. Madison and Kimberly start to panic, their attempts at cooperation abandoned as they fight each other for the leverage to escape. Neither succeed. Kimberly pushes snotty Madison under, but she cannot escape either, her blonde head disappearing with a final choking wail…

Jennifer snapped herself out of her delicious reverie. For as long as she could remember, she had enjoyed a fascination with quicksand and mudpits. Specifically, the thought of women and girls sinking in them. In these fantasies, she was never the sinker. She had no personal desire to explore the mud at all. Instead, she was always the voyeur. Often, she imagined herself luring some trusting bimbo to her death and enjoying watching the girl struggle and beg as she sank slowly but inexorably. That was why, when she had heard the legend of the three drowned pledges, she knew at once that she had to find a way to repeat it. What better reason than a ten-year anniversary? And now, she had a chance to go through with her greatest fantasy of all – to drown her own pledge for real…

***

“We are lost,” grumbled Sophie, bearing her perfect teeth in a grimace as she freed her foot from a muddy patch.

“Well I did question if this was a good idea. We should never have left the road. What was Jennifer thinking?” whined Emily. She took another step forward and her foot slipped completely into some mud. “That does it!” she snapped. “I’ve had enough of this. I’m going back!” Emily exerted considerable force to free her foot, but found that it came clear of the mud with total and surprising ease, with the result that she stumbled backwards, and clumsily barged into Sophie. With cries of alarm, both girls overbalanced and found themselves tumbling down a steep bank, rolling over and over, until they came to rest with a squelch which could only mean they had both fallen into a bog.

Sophie had rolled further and now lay quite far from the bank. She was lying horizontal but could already feel her legs sinking as the mud seeped into her jeans and the sodden denim started dragging her down. “Help me Em! Help me! I’m sinking!” she cried desperately. Emily herself was not that much better off. Although she was nearer the bank, she was stretched across the mud and it was her feet that were closest to safety. She would be forced to somehow turn round if she were to make a grab for the bank. For the moment at least, she was not sinking. But she dared not move in case the mud collapsed under her.

“Hurry Em! Please!” screamed Sophie as she kicked furiously to try and stay level on the mud.

“I can’t move! If I move I’ll start sinking!”

“I’m sinking NOW! Help me!” Insisted Sophie, who glanced behind her to see a muddy tide roll over her cute butt. Emily, however, shook her head, and focused instead on trying to inch carefully round so that she could face the bank. Sophie, realizing she was done for unless she tried something, swam with all her might, and managed to get close enough to Emily to make a grab for her.

“What are you doing! Stop that! Arrghh!” screamed Emily as she felt Sophie snag her arm and pull on her. “You’re – mmmpphh – you’re pulling me down you bitch! Mmmmpphh” Sophie’s indignation was muffled as her pretty face dipped into the mud.

“I’ll hold you up. I just need to pull myself closer!” argued Emily, grabbing a further hold of Sophie, who was in no position to resist. Emily gave a yelp of triumph as she yanked an arm clear of the mud and grasped the collar of Sophie’s polo shirt to give herself even more leverage. Sophie fluttered like a trapped butterfly, helpless to prevent herself sinking as Emily hauled herself partially clear. Occasionally Sophie made an attempt to pull Emily’s face from the mud by yanking back on her long fulsome brunette tresses. It worked for a while, but eventually Emily’s head sank too deep. Sophie clung on to the rest of Emily’s body, which amazingly seemed to still be secure on the surface of the mud. She felt the girl quivering as she fought for air.

“Sorry Em, I really am, but you’re my life raft” grunted Sophie. She clung on to Emily’s rump as her former friend’s legs thrashed at the mud, and then finally ceased kicking. When she was sure the girl was still, she slowly used her as leverage to pull herself up a little. Somehow, Emily’s legs had come to rest on a more solid piece of mud, and they had indeed become (along with her pert bottom) a life raft for Sophie to cling to. Exhausted, she rested her face on Emily’s ass. She could feel the soft expensive denim of Emily’s designer jeans brushing against her cheek. What was she going to do now? Perhaps, if she pushed against Emily, then she could use her to slowly move towards the bank. Yes. That was the answer. Pleased with herself for her cleverness, Sophie began to push.

Her plan went immediately awry. Disturbing the viscous solidity of the surface of the mud was a mistake. Emily’s body lurched as the bog sucked it down, despite Sophie’s frantic efforts to keep it afloat. (Rather more frantically, in fact, than she had tried to do when Emily was alive.) She pulled on Emily’s belt and tugged at her back pockets, but it was in vain. In seconds, the mud sucked in the girl’s legs like a child slurping spaghetti. And it proceeded to claim Sophie too. Her head thrashed briefly, and she had the chance for a final wail before the mud engulfed her. For a second, her long blonde hair hung on the surface, and then it too was gone. Two beautiful Sorority sisters doomed to sink together to unfathomable depths.

***

Rebecca was making good progress now. Even in the fading light, it seemed clear she was on a safe path. Sure enough, through the gloom she suddenly spied two long legs in crisp white denim, shining like a beacon. Rebecca felt a surge of triumph. She surely meant she had won! Flushed from her exertions, but happy, the teen in her teasingly prim school uniform stood confidently in front of Jennifer, waiting the good news of her admission to the grandest Sorority of the lot.

Jennifer flashed a dazzling smile and gave Rebecca a little hug. The winning pledge jiggled with excitement. “The fact is, Rebecca, that I was hoping you would win,” said Jennifer, releasing from the hug and still grinning widely. Rebecca smiled back. This was confirmation of what she suspected. All her life she had been a winner, and it was clear even the head of the Sorority had realized this. “Yes,” continued Jennifer, “I was hoping you would win, because you were the most irritating of the three of you, and I felt of all of you, it would give me the most personal satisfaction to watch you sink.” So saying, she gave Rebecca a very firm shove. The girl gave a squeal, overbalanced, and tumbled backwards into the mud.

Rebecca fell splat on her back, and lay, momentarily dazed and unable to process her sudden change of fortune. She could see Jennifer standing safely over her, smiling in delight. What was she playing at? This was not a funny prank at all! Rebecca could feel the cold slime of the mud on her scalp as it soaked through her lovely hair. Eeewww! But suddenly things got worse. The mud gave a gloop! noise, and Rebecca felt her head and shoulders start to sink.

“N..no! Help me! Jennifer PLEASE! Ahhhhmmmmppppphh”.

Jennifer watched with satisfaction as the mud lapped at Rebecca’s chin, before rapidly swallowing her pretty face. The teen’s white alice band and long brown hair bobbed on top of the mud for a few moments longer before disappearing. Her black blazer merged with the black mud, which swept over her small but perky breasts that strained against her white shirt. Her legs began to kick now, the moonlight glinting off her white knee socks. Occasional flashes of Rebecca’s expensive silk panties could be seen under her black pleated skirt as her shapely legs thrashed and fought for purchase that would never come. Finally the lovely legs fell still, and Jennifer watched awestruck as with a shudder of pleasure, the bog swallowed the last of the girl. The sorority queen gave a moaned a little shudder of pleasure herself, and suddenly realized that at some point during Rebecca’s sink, she had thrust a hand under the waistband of her jeans and had begun stroking herself. Jennifer suddenly became self-conscious and hastily removed her hand. Then she laughed.

“As if there is anyone around to see me!” she scoffed. “Anyway, it was hot seeing that little brat drown. I only wish it had lasted longer. I wonder if the either of the other two got out? I hope not. Now to find Sophie and Emily and get out of here.” Without a backward glance at Rebecca’s slimy grave, Jennifer stalked away, making her way back to the road.

She had walked for about five minutes when she started to doubt her sense of direction. It had got quite dark awfully fast, and even with the torch of her phone, it was hard to see much of where she was going. She had called for Sophie and Emily several times, without of course, hearing reply. She was cursing her stupid friends for the umpteenth time when she suddenly felt the ground beneath her shift and wobble. Jennifer managed to keep her footing, but there was no doubt she had stumbled to the edge of the bog. Taking care not to lose balance, Jennifer shone the torch the way she had come. To her slight alarm, the ground looked extremely boggy. Clearly she had been lucky to have gone this far without sinking further. Pushing strands of blonde hair from her eyes, she strained her baby blues into the murk, and could see what looked like definite solid ground a few yards away. To go back seemed too risky…it was worth a little more mud on her boots to take a few paces and get out of this bog.

Her mind made up, Jennifer gingerly stepped forward. She sank a little more, but only a matter of centimetres. The mud seemed to be holding. With each step though, she sank a little more.

“Shit, my boots will be ruined!” wailed Jennifer, observing the mud slap against the expensive leather. Wrinkling her pretty nose in distaste, she pushed forward reluctantly for the bank, grimacing each time her legs settled deeper in the mire. She noticed it was getting harder and harder to extract her legs with each stride. The mud suddenly swallowed her to her knees, engulfing her boots. Eventually, still just out of reach of solid ground, she came to a halt. The mud was up to her thighs. Jennifer moaned as she felt the cold clammy liquid soaking through her jeans, and saw a filthy tide mark was creeping up her legs, staining the formally pristine white denim. She wobbled unsteadily as she tried to shuffle forwards. Instead, to her alarm, she began sinking again. “This cannot be happening,” she mewled, and shivered as she felt the mud embrace her crotch. Once again she called for Sophie and Emily. For the first time, the silence frightened her. Could it be possible they had also fallen into the mud? Shit. Losing three pledges was one thing, but two Sorority sisters? That was much worse.

But thoughts on the fate of her friends were pushed from her mind as the mud soaked through her jeans and panties, and sipped at her Gucci belt. Jennifer knew she was in bad shape now. The mud was cold against her belly. She reached into her leather jacket pocket and pulled out her phone. Forget her reputation, staying alive was what mattered. She called the Sorority house.

“Stephanie! Thank God! It’s me, Jennifer. You know the test for the pledges, to get through Sampson Marsh? It’s gone horribly wrong! Sophie and Emily have disappeared. And I’m sinking in the mud! You’ve got to get out here and help me! Please!” The bog had risen without pause. Jennifer’s tits rested on the surface but she knew they wouldn’t be clear for long. Stephanie was still burbling on the line to her. “I don’t care if you are dressing for a date! Get out here and help me!” What was that airhead blonde doing? This was an emergency! With a lurch, Jennifer slipped further under, to her throat. She slapped the mud, crying with frustration and fear, and her phone slipped from her grasp vanishing into the mud. The would-be model screamed and screamed for help, her long blonde hair fanning round her like a veil. With a final, satisfying slurp, the bog quivered and gulped and sucked the gorgeous sorority queen under. Her pleading blue eyes blinked back her tears a last time, and she was gone.

***

An hour later, the sound of a car was heard pulling up, and four perky voices were heard.

“That’s Jennifer’s car!”

“So she was here!”

“Yah, we’d better go find her. And Sophie and Emily.”

“Shouldn’t we have brought torches or something? My LBD is Versace and my shoes are Ferragamo. I don’t want to get them muddy. I’m supposed to be meeting Steve later.”

“Tell us about it, Steph. You picked us up straight from Cheer practice. If we get mud on our uniforms, Coach will be mad!”

“Yeah and my Seven jeans are brand new, but it’s too late to change now. Anyway, it’s only a little bit muddy. That story of the pledges sinking out here in the 90s is so fake. I bet Jennifer is just playing a huge prank on us. I’m going to kill her when I find her…”

THE END

[JSample]

At this rate, it'll be only a matter of time before the entire sisterhood of the sorority sinks into the marsh...

[ghostofmyeyes]

A detailed, multi-grim story! my favorite kind

[morbius]

Thanks guys, glad you enjoyed the story!

Multi-sink stories are my favorite too! More work, but very satisfying.