The rope is of no use to you as a villain and so you dump it behind the bush. Then you leave your hiding place and greet her with the words "Well, hello there, beautiful!" and step out onto the mossy surface. You mean what you say, when you call her "beautiful", but it is also a little reminder for your girlfriend not to use names, and to act as strangers. "Hello! I'm so glad someone's here. I could use some help." she replies after a brief surprised glance in your direction. You just keep walking across the wobbly surface towards her and let her continue the conversation: "I am stuck. I don't thick I can...". Amy is interrupted by a sudden drop in altitude. She is now sinking again without your assistance and the bog slowly consumes her tanned thighs. This was not quite what you had in mind now, but it does not matter to your villainous intentions at all. It just means less work and more watching for you. Your left foot breaks the surface and you sink in almost to your knee. "Be careful!" she calls to you. You regain your balance and slowly pull that leg free. The suction is stronger than you expected, but the bog eventually loses the fight and lets go. You give her a hint as to what you have in mind: "An attractive young girl like you should not be out here all by herself. This can be a quite dangerous place". "Yes, dangerous indeed." she says uneasily, apparently catching on to the game you are playing today "I am getting deeper by the minute. Without your help, who knows if I could ever get out.". "I guess there is only one way to find out, lady." you reply with a broad grin. Now down to her crotch in the mud she slowly resumes her faked struggles. "Well, but... we don't want that. I mean, you have come to help me, haven't you?" she says hestitantly, increasing her fake struggling effort. You stop at about eight feet from her and while sitting down on the soft most you state "When I said this is a dangerous place, I did not just mean... that bog. I was also referring to the people. There are some really sick bastards living in this area who would rather watch a girl go under than rescue her". "But you are not one of... those?" she says swallowing hard. For now your reply is merely a grin even broader than the own before.
Right now you would like to see her sink deeper, but her descent has stopped again. Despite her struggles she is still just crotch deep in the morass. This makes you deviate slightly from your original course: "Well, no, but... pulling you out of there is a risk for me too. And I like to make sure I get a reward for any risk I take". In reaction to this Amy acts as if she is offended by you taking advantage of her situation, though she is barely convincing in her act. You can easily see through it, and that she is looking forward to what may come next. "At any rate, I would want to *see* what I get beforehand." you move the conversation on to the topic of her taking off her bikini. She tries to act shyly and embarrassed at first, but then gives in much too quickly to be convincing. "And if I take it off, you'll help me?" she asks for reassurance, but all you say to that is "... if I like what I see". Normally you would rather sink with her and take her clothes off yourself, but in this situation making her do it seems to best fit the villain character. The roles of the lover stripping her off her bikini and the evil guy who wants to see her drown are not really compatible. So all that's left to you is sit back and enjoy the show as she strips, first her top and then the bottom and throws both pieces to you. "So?" she inquires about your next move while confronting you with all her naked beauty.
From your viewpoint, you think you can see some bubbles breaking the surface next to Amy. That may be a good sign. "You know..." you start a sentence then pause briefly. The next instant she takes another sudden drop down to her waist. ".. you should never trust a guy who asks you to take off your clothes on your first date". This has a nice double-meaning, because you are not merely referring to her taking off her bikini just now, but also to your real, first date with Amy, which ended in your bed. She understands the insinuation and smiles for a second, before she apparently realizes that such mimic does not fit her role. "Oh please, Mister! You have to help me. I even strip for you and this is all I get in return." she pleads and complains while struggling wildly. Now you can again enjoy the show of her struggling and sinking deeper with the added bonus of begging for your help. "Well, I suppose I should at least return the favor" is your response to her complaint, before you remove and throw away your bathing trunks. This is rewarded with another cute out-of-character smile, but she gets back to pleading for rescue. Of course you keep refusing, as you watch the bog devour more and more of her slim figure. The black peat engulves her belly and she looks around as if trying to find something to hold on to. Then again asks for your help while uselessly pushing down on the black surface right at her sides. You give her a glimpse of hope by moving a little closer to her. But you do so simply to get a better view, while remaining outside her reach. Her ribs go down one by one at first, then with another sudden drop she is down to her chest. You are glad you decided for the villain role and came to the front row, otherwise you would have to watch the show from a distance of thirty feet. From here you can see all the details, even her nipples turning hard before the disappear into the bog.
Amy goes on thrashing about in a more frantic manner. Now she is really getting the hang of the panicking damsel role. Eventually she does what you have both labelled "the stupid thing": she pushes all the way down with both hands. Her breasts make a short but enjoyable reappearance. Then she pretends that she cannot get her arms out anymore. You seize the opportunity and offer her your hand: "Here! Grab hold and I'll get you out". She knows you are just teasing her and plays along. Forcefully she raises her left and right shoulder alternately, but her arms stay down in the peat and she just keeps getting deeper. As you see her sinking down past her armpits you withdraw your offer: "Of course, if you don't want to..." Amy is still getting deeper steadily when she would normally be starting to float. Apparently she decided to go deeper for you, by pumping her legs deep down. You are curious how deep she will make herself sink for you this time. Until now she has never submerged completely unless you were in the quicksand with her. When you ask her to do that for you, she would usually say that it makes her feel uncomfortable to be complete engulved in the darkness, except when she can hold onto you. You keep refusing her pleas for help and watch the peat covering both her shoulders. It is now climbing her lovely neck and heaving all around her with every movement. Then she rapidly sinks to her chin, as one arm reappears on the surface. You are a little surprised to see her grab for the moss blanket, but her hand goes right through with apparently only minimal resistance. She repeats the act a few times and it only heightens your excitement. Amy soon starts to do this with both arms, but barely rises up from the peat. Just an inch more of her neck becomes visible again, while she very convincingly destroys the floating layer of moss within her reach. "This isn't working." she comments her futile attempt "Help me!". You are quite astonished at how her acting improves once she has warmed up. And at the moment she is not merely warmed up, she is rather damn hot. "Get me out, Tom!" is her next line. Well, so much for her acting having improved. Just when you think she does everything right, she slips up like this and uses your real name. "Oh, but I enjoy seeing you sink way too much, Miss" you remind her that she is supposed to think of you as a stranger. Amy sinks down to her lower lip and her struggling looks very real, but she does not get the hint and repeatedly uses your name. You long for her and want to jump into that boghole with her, but you hold yourself back for now. You really want to see how deep she will sink this time. Maybe she will do a total submergence for you after all. It is your birthday next week and maybe, just maybe, this is an early present for you. The bog climbs her cheeks and she seems very upset with you, much like you imagine a real victim would. Under no circumstance would you want to spoil the present by joining her too early though. "Bumblebee!" That is odd. The word seems out of place here and you seem to recall a special meaning attached to it. Yes, that is the safeword you and Amy had agreed upon during your early quicksand adventures in case one of you was in any real trouble. Neither you nor Amy have ever used it - until today that is.
You realize what this must mean and quickly rise up from your sitting position. The surface quakes in reaction to your sudden movement and you are forced to take a step back to regain your balance. Just then, that foot breaks through again. This time your leg goes down past the knee. You try to pull it free and take a glance at Amy's face, which is all that is left to see of her head. "Help me, Tom! I'm going under!" she pleads and you know now that it is real. "Amy! Hold on, I'll get you out in a second." you try to convince yourself before your other leg joins the first one in the morass. You lie down to keep yourself from sinking deeper. Then you attempt to crawl forward to free your legs as well as to get closer to Amy. Her face is now looking straight up and surrounded by black peat on all sides. Your legs are still held by the suction, but you are trying your best to pull yourself forward with your hands. "Hurry! I can't stay ab..." her last word is cut off by the bog covering her cute face. "AMY!!" you cry and tug at the right leg a few more times until it is released with a squelching sound. You reach forward with your hand, but are still a little short. Amy's hand is blindly reaching in your direction, but you need to free the other foot before you can hope to grab it. So you pull once more recklessly with all your strength and are rewarded with another small victory over the bog. Quickly you take her hand before goes under with the rest of your beloved girlfriend.
(wake up)