The heavens opened drenching my exposed naked flesh. Thunder struck. I ran on as the rain unleashed its anger on me trapping me in a venomous shower. The rain was intense but somehow I lifted my eyes.
I caught a glimpse of Michelle as a voice purred, "Catch me Michael. I am wet for your manhood."
I called out almost breathlessly but the words couldn't escape my mouth. The heat was stifling causing me to drift into unconsciousness. I skated through the soaked leaves weaving through the trees. I had ran beyond the safe ground of the forest but I had to find Michelle.
My heart pounded as I raced through the wilderness. I was running through nature's beauty and ugliness. I was vulnerable, defenceless and powerless to protect myself against nature's assault.
The atmosphere was draining my spirit. My throat was burning, my eyes watering. For a second my breath escaped me. I had no choice but to go on but as I looked forward Michelle disappeared. Desperate and despairing I ran aimlessly dancing through a maze of trees.
"I'm Here." Michelle called. I jumped down escaping the trees into a clearing. I ran forward I could smell Michelle I was so close her shadow dancing in the distance.
The ground was clear and open but the atmosphere was suffocating. I was drenched in perspiration dripping with sweat.
I looked down at my manhood still throbbing with unrelenting desire. I was so hungry to fulfil my sexual appetite. I ran through a curtain of vines. The maze of trees had grown and I was forced to crouch to avoid a gigantic tree trunk. I ran on almost losing my stride.
My knees buckled and I screamed as the ground vanished and I was sucked into a carpet of wet leaves and a pit of smoke. I had fallen into quicksand. The thick mud squelched instantly grasping me sucking me in shoulder deep.
Entrapped in a pool of thick, steaming hot water, green and brown leaves and thick mud I groaned as I desperately tried to free myself. My arms had submerged under the surface bound behind my back. I was a prisoner of the swamp. As I started to wrestle with nature I became aroused. I helpless against nature's will.
I began to struggle squirming as the mud locked itself tightly around me making it virtually impossible to escape. The mud had thickened around my chest, manhood, legs and arms. I felt the mud sucking me in deeper clinging to my naked flesh. I desperately lunged, thrusting my entire body but I was dragged in even deeper as the hot steaming mud bubbled over my buttocks. Its power overwhelmed me pulling my blonde hair into its depths. I felt a tongue teasing my thighs. Then my manhood throbbed as the tongue slid against my length.
I somehow found the strength to turn onto my stomach and thrusted myself free of the quicksand. I looked down at myself I was engulfed in mud almost unrecognisable. I was so turned on that my manhood jumped out of the mud throbbing standing over six inches. As my purple helmet glistened in the brief moonlight. I grabbed my penis with my left hand and began to stroke my length. I had always been fascinated by mud and my fetish had turned to quicksand. Seduced by danger I had always dreamt of being helpless and powerless the prey to nature's predator.
I had been lured into my ultimate fantasy. I could feel my girth growing in my hand as pre cum dripped from the helmet. I felt eyes wander over me, "Look he's touching himself" a female voice purred. I looked up noticing Michelle in the woodland. I became even harder knowing she was watching me pleasure myself.
Nature was playing with me and the false sense of escape lasted just seconds. I looked forward again but Michelle had vanished and my orgasm was cruelly denied. Suddenly my body jolted the quicksand sucking me in violently.
I felt the mud boiling over my buttocks and again I was under the swamps control. My arms dragged underneath the surface I was forced to breathe in the depressing stench of the swamp and collapsed forced to kiss the murky waters. With my hands still under the surface I tried desperately to lift my legs out of the abyss. Within seconds I was completely helpless overpowered the mud. I was almost paralysed unable to move to defend myself leeched upon by the clay. I grunted as the ooze squelched bubbling around me. I was defenceless but it felt so erotic.
I could hear whispers in the wind. Was I being watched? I tried to speak but the words wouldn't fall from my mouth. I continued to groan. For a second I leaned back able to float on the surface. I wasn't alone. I felt something crawl up my thighs. I groaned as a tentacle wrapped itself my chest. It pulled tightly I grasped for breath the tentacle draining my oxygen from my lungs. My arms shackled behind me I lunged forward. Without any control of my movement I landed face first in the quicksand forced to ingest the putrid, brown mud. This time it tasted minty almost feminine. I had been enticed into the swamp naked and defenceless. I felt tentacles brushing over my manhood. I loved being toyed with but the swamp had tired of playing with me.
The more I struggled the tighter nature's grip became. I looked around realising I had been sucked into the centre of the swamp. I knew If I wanted to survive I would have to reach the woodland. With each movement the quicksand had liquefied sticking to my skin like honey. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't see, I couldn't taste. My senses were all but eliminated. I looked desperately into the distance wondering why Michelle would punish me. I accepted I couldn't get out fantasising of what was waiting for me on the other side.
Exhausted my head fell back into the swamp and I was pulled deeper into the depths. I felt debilitated as my entire body went numb but I knew I had just seconds to survive. With my last ounce of strength I reached out desperately clutching to a long, thick veined vine. I closed my eyes and clenched my teeth my blonde hair sinking into the bog. The quicksand swallowed me completely forcing me under. The pool of mud and leaves became a whirlwind swirling over me. The taste was unbearable the mud flooding my mouth and ears.
My raw naked flesh was swallowed by a sewage pool. In total dominance the quicksand vacuumed the final strand of my blonde hair underneath devouring me completely into its hungry mouth.
