Young Island  - Day One
By Bob


It was a beautiful island for a vacation - that's what the travel agent
promised and Diane, to her delight, found it true.  Young Island was small
and uninhabited.  One could rent the entire island for a week, enjoy luxury
and solitude and shuck the entire world.  Her vacation was everything she
wanted, particularly in leaving the job and office and all that behind.
Here, she had a beautiful view of the caribean, lush singl cabin, much food
and wine.  The beach was superb, white sand running far out into the ocean,
shallow and the water warm.  And, of course, with the world kept away,
clothes could be kept away as well. No intrusive visitors here, so she could
spend the days and nights nude, a real pleasure.  The ocean was fanastic in
this way - swimming made her
feel free and uninhibited.  Plus the beach, sun tanning was almost a cosmic
experience.  Diane had found the finest vacation spot in the world, and she
was enjoying.

But not today, perhaps.  Clouds and a storm approaching.  She watched the
sky from her porch, but with no rain approaching, she decided to chance the
beach anyway.  Breakfast on the patio, and then she packed her bags to walk
the trail.  A pair of old fashioned thongs were her sole compomise with
clothing, otherwise buff to the world.  She carried a towel, sunglasses and
basket with a fine french wine she enjoyed on
the sand, and eventually found her self laying down, soaking up the air, the
smell of sea and a glass of fine wine.  A heady combination.  She drifted
off to sleep.

Rain.

Wet, rather, something wet woke her up, and it was rain, a light rain but
steady and she was soaked.  So much for the beach, she thought to herself as
she got up.  Her skin was radiant and the rain, well she liked the look of
it.  Nothing to do but walk back to the cabin.  She looked around and hung
the towel up to dry under the tree, took a last
sip of the wine - a bit dizzy that, but the ocean compensated.  Wind in her
hair - she savored the moment.

The walk back was blocked.  Halfway up the trail, she discovered a tree had
fallen across the path, and Diane could see she could not climb over it.
Sharp anyway, she thought, and in my natural environment, not safe.  So,
Diane looked to the left and right, and decided the latter was better to
walk around the tree.  Carefully, she stepped off the
trail into the jungle.  From there she could then see that the tree was a
large one, and she had to walk down 20 feet or so to get around the base.
Stepping carefully, she came around the far side and approached a flat
clearing.  Well, better than the brush she thought, walking ahead. And that
became harder.

Diane had taken five steps out when she felt her legs no longer in air, but
in something warm, and lush.  What the --- she thought, looking down, seeing
her knees disappearing into undulating earth.  Brown, with slow waves
rippling around her legs, bubbles bursting.  She tried to pull her right
free, and felt her left sink deeper.  Then, she
realized... Quicksand!  She'd walked straight into it.   Diane looked
around, and saw - of course - no one.  Again she thought "quicksand", and
her fear disappeared as she came to face her captor.  I'm nude, (she thought
to herself) as she stretched her feet down to find a bottom - no, none was
there.  Diane ran had hands along her muscular body, feeling it's contour,
wet by the rain (now letting up).  Yes - the mud is sucking me down.  She
could stretch her legs apart, and reached down to feel her soft pubic hairs,
gently massaging them.  But still, escape.  She looked around, even as her
knees slipped under the seductive surface.  Nothing.  Diane looked up, but
not even a vine was hanging.  She realized she was alone on the island,
trapped and held tight by the treacherous mud, devouring her muscular body.

No matter - I'll be able to pull myself out of this treacherous bog.

Escape!? - did she want to.  The bog wants me (she thought).  Pushing and
pulling her legs, she was able to feel them settle into the warm ooze, as if
she was being eaten by some huge unknowning, loving creature.  Sounds too,
the quicksand churning and bubbles made for a heady mixture of torture and
desire.  Her other hand touched her right breast, feel it's erect nipple,
and she began to stroke it, run her fingers around it as the mud crept up
her legs approaching her wet pussy.  Close now, she knew it - only a few
more inches and that would be sucked into the bog.  Diane opened her eyes,
feigning terror - no one was around to help her escape from her trap.  She
wanted more from the quicksand, and pushed her wet body deeper into the bog,
feeling it - at
last - touch her lips, her clit and hand.  Oooh that was warm, she thought,
now beginning to thrust herself forward against the mud, feeling it push
against herself, suck on her hand and continue to suck her body down into
it's depths.  Closing her eyes, moaning slightly, she reached down with both
hands to spread herself, giving herself over to
the mud. It was like a living thing.   No longer a desire to escape
,
Diane was subcumbing, sliding down into the brown ooze consuming her body
and soul.  What to do next?

* * * * * *

As she pondered her situation, she continued to sink.  Soon, her sexual
mound was pressing deeper into the mud as the mud crept up to just below her
navel.  Then, she felt something odd.  The mud seemed to bubble more down
deep between her legs.  She felt a pressure and firmness in the mud near her
lower thighs and knees.  Then, she felt a pushing, an outward movement of
the mud against her inner thighs.  It was pushing her legs outward at the
knees.  The mud was shoving her knees wide apart.  She was not going much
deeper, but as her legs were forced apart, her feet were drawn up some.

Again, the bubbling changed and she continued her slow sinking, but now with
her knees pushed as wide as possible, her secret parts fully open and
sinking deeper into the warm, thick mud.  She had stopped caressing herself
long ago with the change started to take place and now holds her hands up
high as she continues to sink.

As she continues to sink, she feels the mud starting to enter her.  The
bubbling mud that was at her thighs is now up against her mound.  She feels
the pressure and feels the mud pushing it's way inside, filling her and
sending erotic delights through her body.  But, she notices something
different.  As the mud fills her, she notices a rhythm.  The mud that is
entering her private parts, that is invading her most secret treasured
places, is actually throbbing inside her.  She can feel it contract and
expand.  Not only does it contract and expand changing the depth inside her,
but the thickness also swells and contracts within her.  No, she must be
imagining this.  Her panic coupled with the erotic sensations is causing her
to imagine these things.  But, it seems to real?

Again, she continues to sink... The mud now just starting to touch the
bottom of her breasts and slightly lift them.  Her legs forced wide apart by
some unknown forces, probably just a rock her legs are straddling as she
sinks.  The mud filling her sexual opening, stimulating her.  Well, if she
has to die, this is a fun way to go!

The sinking seems to stop and the churning and bubbling continue in
different ways.  Now, she clearly feels the mud moving inside her.  This can
be her imagination.  The bubbling or something is causing the mud to expand
and contract deep inside her, to fill her and thrust in and out of her like
a powerful penis.  She feels her excitement build.  She has resigned herself
to dying here and her fears have given over to pleasure.

She felt the throbbing within her increase in tempo and strength.  She also
felt the mud bubbling around her sunken breasts.  Bubbles played with her
nipples, sometimes in a caressing way, other times in a stinking popping
way, and always with a type of suction.  She felt her own waves of pleasure
building inside her.  She gave herself over to the throbbing deep inside her
cunt and her ass.  She gave in to her captor and her rapist and allowed it
to have its way with her fully, to plunge into her depths, to invade her
secret places, to do anything to her.

It wasn't long before she felt her climax building.  She felt the muscles in
her legs and body tighten.  She focuses on the slippery, slimly mud now
swiftly moving in and out of her, thrusting and filling her like no cock had
ever done.  Then it hit.  She felt a burst of very warm, almost hot fluid,
very thick, erupting inside her.  It was like the mud had turned into a
geyser of thick, hot mud and shot deep inside her cunt.  She felt it fill
her and felt so much of it that she felt the hot fluid running out of her
pussy and into the bog itself.

These sensations were more than she could stand.  She cried out in her own
orgasm. Her body contracted as she arched her back and reached her own
climax.  Wave after wave of pleasure poured through her touching every part
of her body. It took several minutes before she actually had any sense or
awareness.  Her climax was so strong; she was in another world for a time,
almost like being asleep.  She shook her head and looked around to get her
bearings.  Then, she notices she had not sunk any more than her neck.  She
also noticed the mud deep within her pussy and her ass was contracting.  The
throbbing at stopped and the mud was slowing slipping out of her.  She could
also feel firmness under her feet and the pressure between her knees that
held her legs so wide open was easing up.

She started to move her body and found she could stand some in the mud and
actually step up a bit and out.  She continued taking little steps as she
found firm placed in the mud with her feet.  Soon, she was only up to her
waist in the mud.  A little later, her secret parts that were raped were
free and the hot mud she felt erupting inside her was running out of her,
down her legs and into the bog as she continued to work free.  Once her feet
were free, she walks to the edge of the bog and looked back.  The bog was
there.  Just a simple clearing with a muddy surface that was smooth and
still.  Her body was muddy and exhausted. She made her way up the trail to
the little cabin on the island.  All she wanted to do was sleep.  She
stopped just long enough outside to hose herself off.  She went it and
collapsed on the bed and was quickly sleeping.  She'd sort all this out when
she woke up.