Please note this is chapter 2. While I hope you can enjoy this story on it's own merit, it really would be best to read "The Mud" first.
Thanks... and enjoy.
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Chapter 2: The Chamber of Lust
All Hannah could see was darkness. Her senses were numb as she slowly began to regain consciousness. She could still feel it. She could still feel the 1000's of kissing, sucking sensations all over her body. She was still teased on every inch of skin and even more so on her ears, breasts and nipples. She could still feel the huge throbbing within her pussy and throat.
Was she still dreaming?
Then suddenly she gasped and was awake, her eyes springing wide open as yet another orgasm ripped through her body. Yes it was real. She was still sinking down and down into the mud that held her captive. The mud was still using her body. The mud she had given in to, heart mind and body. The mud that was surely giving her pleasures beyond comprehension only because it was going to consume her later.
With eyes wide her blurred vision cleared a little. With one of the mud demons members feeding her it's slime into her throat, it seemed to somehow sustain her life while it needed to. The other member was still thrusting and pulsing within her womanhood. Sore though she was, the internal waves of slime continued to make her body surrender as they gave more and more pleasure with each passing pulse. But suspended though she was, she was no longer in thick mud.
Sinking further and further down, the consistency of her new atmosphere had changed and was now more like murky water, thick and holding her in place, but dirty translucent, and allowing her to see glimpses of this new strange world. With nothing but the ripped, wet remanence of her white T-shirt covering her, the ooze continued to suck and tease every inch of her flesh.
As Hannah continued her decent into the vast liquid chamber, she could hear her own voice moaning involuntarily as she surrendered more and more to this thing. But the lower she got, the loader the moaning was. Slowly it hit her. She was not alone.
Straining her eyes to look around, she saw the chamber walls were pulsing, moving, writhing. The mudded texture of the entrance was still there but Hannah was sure she could make out blurred outlines of bodies. People!