Leaning forward and carefully shifting your weight onto the moss carpet that lies in front of you, you are starting to pull your legs up out of the bog's embrace. The suction does not allow you to pull them out quickly, but the slow and steady approach works well enough. While you do that, you are also pondering how to integrate that action into your little roleplay. "I think I may be getting free if I do it like this." you say, not yet knowing how to keep the act up. Tom has already realized that you are now pulling yourself free for real and is thinking about his next step as well. Of course you could simply drop the roleplaying and do what you would usually do in a nice deep bog with your boyfriend. Suddenly he says: "Drat, you're the first one to ever get out of there." You had just pulled your right leg free when you hear those words and give Tom a puzzled look for a moment. He then adds "Ehrr. Oops." You come to realize what he is trying to do. "The first one?" you ask in an accusing tone, "You mean there were others? And you let them sink?!" Then in an even louder more upset tone "And... is that what you were going to do to me? Just watch and let me drown??". He acts the slightly embaressed, found-out villain "That's uhmm,... I guess you got me there." Then in a more confident voice he adds: "Now that you know, I guess I can't let you leave." The other leg is almost free. You observe Tom as he stands there at the edge of the bog, ready to intercept you and prevent your escape, then you look in the opposite direction where the bog stretches on and on. So this is going to be the way he wants you to try and escape now, or at least the place where you are going to look for a boghole willing to let you slide in deeper.
"Try to follow me if you dare!" you call out defiantly "I'm not coming to you." Then you begin walking the other way. The spots of black peat are, again, tempting you, but for the time being you avoid them, waiting for Tom's answer to your invitation. When you hear him call "You won't get far that way!", you at first suspect that he is going to stay and watch, but then he adds "Dammit! I better make sure you don't." and steps out the moss covered bog. Now, to allow him to catch up a little, you are going extra-careful and slow. He walks at a steady pace and he would close the distance in no time, if only he would not break through the spongy surface several times on the way to you. It also takes him quite some time to free his legs from the bog each time. Apparently his weight makes it harder for him to walk on this swamp than it is for you. Either that or he just has a streak of back luck. You enjoy to watch him a little, but it is ahrd to go so slow with a pursuer and still be credible. Anyway, he is about to finally reach you, and so you pick up speed and pretending not to look where you are going, head straight for the next big black peaty area. The peat welcomes your feet, your shins, knees, thighs - all in one second - before gradually slowing your descent. Even so your buttocks are half gone before you have finished calling out "Oh nooooo!" Tom comes to a halt behind you and looks down on his sinking victim in delight. "Please help me! I'm getting deeper fast!" you plead.
You are indeed sinking rapidly. Even though you barely move, the quicksand is already rising up your belly. "I might help you, if..." Tom starts and you glance back at him, "... if you would let me have that bikini of yours." he finishes the sentence while getting down on his knees as close to you as he can by the edge of the boghole. Keeping your role in mind, you hestitate for a moment. It also gives you time to take notice of how quickly the swamp is greedily swallowing more and more of your petite form. "I... guess I don't have much of a choice." you say, reaching behind your back to take off the bikini top. Tom intercepts your hands and starts to take it off himself while saying "I will handle that, you can retrieve the other part from down there." Your ribs are disappearing one after another into the black substance now. You reach down into it with your right hand to fetch the bikini bottom, just as the "villain" has told you to do. Finally this will enable you to enjoy your sink to its fullest, allowing the peat to touch you everywhere, fill every crevice. The suction causes you some trouble as you pull your arm up again, and by the time the bikini bottom is freed, your now bare breasts are already in contact with the bog's surface. The bikini ends up being throw in the general direction of the bog's edge, resting peacefully on the green plantlife. Now that you have rid yourself of what little clothing you have brought, you asked to be rescued in turn "I did it, now please get me out of here!". But there is no response. Your boyfriend has moved to your side where he can get a good look at your chest as it is consumed by the mire, and his mind is obviously not on the dialogue. You have to repeat that sentence twice before he reacts: "Oh... uhm... I said I 'might' help you, but I have not really made up my mind yet." He is really talking to those perky breasts that are disappearing into the black peat - his eyes are fixated on them all the time until they are finally gone.
You are still going down, even though the mud has reached your armpits. By now, you would have expected to float, but you do not mind and instead keep playing the damsel pleading for rescue with lines like: "Please, you can't let me drown here!" or "Don't let me die! I'll do anything you want" or your favorite "Help me! I'm getting deeper." You also do some struggling for show when your shoulders vanish into the black peat. Your boyfriend obviously shares at least part of your arousal, as you can tell not only from his behaviour but also from the bulge in his bathing trunks. You are glad to have Tom close at hand, otherwise you would not feel as comfortable sinking this deep and you could not fully enjoy it they way you do right now. After sinking steadily down to your chin you can feel the peat getting more watery down at your feet. It strikes you as unusual for an instant before you dismiss the thought and goes on to plead for rescue. Tom is mostly just watching you now, barely capable of a word at the grand show you provid for him. It is kind of cute when he is speechless like that. The bog has reached your lower lip and you are already instinctively tilting your head back a little before you even realize it. In order to slow your sinking and just enjoy the swamp's embrace a little longer you cease all that fake struggling. At that moment you have not yet decided whether to go as far as to do a total submersion for Tom, but either way you want to slow it down a little. It hardly has any effect however. You tilt your head back more and more, and the peat climbs up your cheeks without your consent. Now you are actually getting strangely worried at this unusual bog. You imagine sinking through a floating layer of peat and moss into a watery grave down below. "Help me! I'm getting deeper." it is the same line, only now you actually mean it. Panic is about to settle in, as your lover just keeps watching you, despite your very real need for some help. You are struggling and pleading for real now, and still sinking. The green, moss-covered edge of your not-so-little sinkhole is mostly out of reach too. Only behind you some of the green seems to be within reach. You grab and pull at it, but all you achieve is tearing out some grass and moss without getting any closer to safety. "Tom, I really need your help! I can't get out. I can't even stop sinking!" The mire has reached your ears and you are forced to look almost straight up, just to keep your mouth above the surface. You are reaching towards Tom with one arm, while the other is submerged with the rest of your body.
You somehow have to get through to him and let him know this is not part of the play. There is that safeword you and Tom have agreed on back on your first sinking adventure, but you have never needed it. You have forgotten what that word is. Naturally you try to recall it, but you only have a moments left before it would be too late for you to say it. Those moments pass and when you finally remember your mouth is already submerged, only nose and eyes still above the surface, and that arm you are still holding out to your boyfriend. You try to say it anyway through the mud but it does not get through in any comprehensible way. Pushing down with the arm, your are able to rise just enough for an instant to say it loud and clear: "Bumblebee!" Then you sink back down again. Tom looks puzzled and that is also the last expression you see on his face before everything goes black. Black and silent. And very wet down at your feet. So you are really sinking down into a body of water. For a moment you instinctively attempt to push yourself back up to the surface so you could breathe, but of course that does not work. Now you can only hope that Tom has understood and that he will rescue you in time. So, hoping for his help you reach up with just one hand and manage to break the surface with it. You are still sinking, the bog is almost at that hand's wrist and it will not take long until it is gone completely.
For a moment it feels like something is moving towards you. Temporarily you feel a little more pressure from the mud that is embracing you all around. Maybe this is caused by Tom getting closer to reach out for your hand. Maybe you are just imagining things. Either way, you are still sliding in deeper and your fingers are slipping under too, even though you try your best to stretch yourself and keep that hand above the surface. Suddenly something touches your hands, then grabs it. Tom is pulling you up. His other hand grabs your arm and you are rising quickly now. Your head resurfaces and you gasp for air. Before you even get to wipe some muck from your face and open your eyes, Tom asks you: "Is something wrong, Amy? You said 'Bumblebee', our safeword." Eyes still closed and to your chin in the mire you reply "Yes, something was very wrong. Didn't you realize I was really trying to get out. Without you I would have drowned here, but thank goodness you..." Finally you have removed enough peat from your face to open your eyes. What you see is not quite what you have expected. "What are you doing in here?! You are supposed to stay out of the sinkhole when you rescue someone!" you tell your boyfriend who is to his belly in the same boghole as you. "Are you telling me, that you were actually going under against your will, like in the movies?" You are getting a little frustrated about wasting precious time explaining the situation to your boyfriend. He is gradually sinking deeper, holding you at about neck deep for now. "Yes, that's what I'm saying. We have to do something. Let's get you out before you sink too deep, quick!" you urgue for some action. But Tom disagrees "No, wait. We can't do that. You'll drown while I free myself. First let's just get you closer to the edge so you have something to hold onto." For a moment you want to protest, but then you admit to yourself, that he is right. It will take Tom some time to get out, if he can do it at all at this depth. You would very likely be long gone before he would be free. So you let him pull you towards him and closer to the green edge. He is holding onto it with the other hand in order not to move away from it himself. The peat offers more resistance than expected and it takes about a minute until you are close enough to get a good grip on the green moss carpet surrounding the sinkhole. You are to your shoulders in the bog now, Tom has sunken deeper down to his chest. Some of the moss and grass he has been holding onto has broken apart from the stress of pulling and probably also from his weight on it, but there's still more for him to reach and prevent himself from sinking deeper. You do have some doubts about him being able to get out though. He is stronger than you, but also heavier. And by now he is mired almost as deeply as you are.
(wake up)