It was a warm summer day pretty much just like any other when Caroline, a blond haired goddess with a buxom and curvaceous hourglass figure, set out through the flourishing overgrown fen that lay behind her home. Heading towards her favorite mud hole where the twenty something daughter of mother nature planned on spending a relaxing afternoon wallowing au natural within the shallow depths of the cleansing loam. The ripe orbs of her melon size breasts bouncing up and down inside the red and white checkered halter top Caroline had put on that morning along with the black pair of running shorts when shed gotten dressed. Like twin bowels of jell-o pudding even as the half moon curves of Carolines hips and the twin ovals of her cute and tight little ass reflexively rocked seductively back and forth. As the doomed twenty something girl walked away from her home for the very last time; completely unaware of the fate that was to be her ultimate destiny with which the hapless goddess was about to come face to face on that warm summer day.

Unfortunately for Caroline that summer afternoon was the first day in a little over a week that it hadnt started raining at dawn; continuing throughout the and day, past sunset and on throughout the evening and coming night. Programmed to think independently while gestating in the womb of the two legged incubator who was her mother and with the trails cutting through the low lying areas still flooded or otherwise too wet to walk. The curvaceous and buxom sycophant of Satana chose to ignore the warnings of her progenitors by taking the detour through the most dangerous part of the water saturated marsh.

Nor would it be very long for Caroline to have good reason to regret her decision as she walked across the black loam that covered the ground. As she admired the fresh beauty of the exotic plants dotted hither and yon throughout the fen even as she breathed in deeply the fresh clean scent of the recent rainfall still lingering in the air. As Caroline paused for a moment to look around and get her bearings so that she wouldnt end up walking in circles hopelessly lost within the middle of all that au natural beauty. Then walked between a couple of pitcher plants that appeared to be guarding the area through which the buxom two legged incubator was traveling. Which were spaced so close together that Caroline couldnt avoid brushing up against both of the carnivorous plants with her arms.

Once she was past the self appointed guardians of the fen Caroline absentmindedly brushed off the few water droplets clinging to her bare arms left by the pitcher plants. As the buxom sycophant of Satana continued walking towards the area in which her favorite shallow mud hole lay. Looking forward to spending the rest of the lazy summer afternoon wallowing naked within the relaxing and cleansing mud. Only to have her reverie rudely interrupted when, suddenly and without any warning what so ever, her stomach leaped upwards into her throat as the black loam upon which she was walking gave way beneath her feet.

One moment Caroline was navel-gazing on top of the clouds only to find herself, the very next moment, sinking up to the luscious oval of the oasis of her belly button within a bottomless pit of the black water saturated loam. Instead of panicking as the ordinary feeble minded two legged incubator (more to the point just like both her sisters and many of her acquaintances) would have done. Caroline calmly unbuckled the chest strap to the backpack she was wearing and in one gracefully smooth and fluid motion slid the straps off of the curves of her bare shoulders; then tossed her backpack to the safety of solid ground.

Yet even though Caroline had carefully calculated her actions so as to minimize her movements; that a Jedi Knight would have admired had one been there to do so. The weight of her backpack along with the action of throwing it to the safety of solid ground (even as the cold water saturated loam of the bottomless pit of quicksand down into which shed suddenly found herself sinking invaded the oasis of her belly button) caused the buxom independent minded sycophant of Satana. To continue sinking downward into the shifting black loam all the way up to the bottoms of the ripe orbs of her melon sized breasts; even as the cold caress of the damp earth seeping through fabric of her running shorts and upon her bare skin. Caused Caroline to shiver frightfully as goose bumps began popping out all over on the exposed skin of her arms while the sudden change in temperature. Caused the headlights of her nipples riding upon the milk jugs of her mammary glands to brighten as they hardened enough to poke through the thin cottony fabric of her halter top.

Only then did Caroline gasp (though not in fright brought on by the horror of her swiftly approaching death within the clutches of the bottomless pit of quicksand into which she was sinking) in surprise as she felt a pair of hands concealed by the trembling water saturated loam. Slide ever so slowly upwards along the curves of her well toned calves, long slender legs and her silky smooth and clean shaven thighs nor did the silky fabric of Carolines running shorts. Protect the curves of her cute and tight little ass as the fingers crawling up the curves of her curvaceous and buxom hourglass figure. Impervious to the barrier between them and the au natural womanly beauty of the two legged incubator helplessly mired within the iron grasp of their lord and master. Simply melted through Carolines running shorts and the intimate garment of the pair of panties shed put on that very morning after taking her bath. As they roamed freely over the luscious curves of the buxom two legged incubators nakedness as they proceeded to crawl upwards along Carolines sides towards the ripe honeydew melons of her breasts.

Leaving Caroline the only option of watching in ever increasing consternation as the fingers of the approaching pair of hands popped up out of the black loam. Like earthworms as they reached upwards and latched onto the voluptuous pair of milk jugs mother nature had blessed Caroline with when shed at long last reached puberty and began transforming into a woman. Nor did the two legged incubator stop sinking as the pair of hands extending upwards out of the loam began fondling the honeydew melons of her breasts. But slipped downward up to her clean shaven armpits as first the blurry outline of a face appeared as Caroline was forced to allow both of her arms to come to rest on top of the quaking surface of the water saturated loam.

Then as a head appeared and rose upwards out of the muck the doe eyed maids eyes widened in absolute shock; as Caroline found herself being confronted by the heavily muscled and well-hung demon who ruled the fen. Who according to the myths, legends, tales and the stories her parents and others had told Caroline throughout her childhood. Had the dreaded ability to take the very essence or soul from the inner being of his victims who had the misfortune of falling into his hands.
Being of an independent mind Caroline had always dismissed the myths, legends, tales and stories; that had grown up around the occasional reported disappearance of one her fellow two legged incubators whod lived in one of the several villages surrounding the fen from which they drew their life. As old wives tales told by oldsters simply to make the job of raising their youngsters all the easier by scaring the tykes into submission as well as to prevent the any exploration of the fen by the restless youths.

Of course it didnt hurt that there werent any eyewitness reports of this demon in circulation either; since all those who reportedly disobeyed the rules by sneaking off into the fen and caught a glimpse of him. Supposedly ended up disappearing in a bottomless pit of quicksand so that they were never seen or heard from by their loved ones ever again. Yet for herself Caroline had laid those old wives tales to rest in the back of her mind where they lay utterly forgotten when shed always returned from her secret shallow mud hole in which she loved to wallow. Never realizing that the slumbering demon of the fen only tolerated the two legged incubators disturbing presence because at the time he wasnt hungry and had no need to take human form.

Unfortunately for Caroline the recent rainfall that had lasted for over a week had both awakened and released the well-hung demon dwelling within the fen. Who had been eagerly looking forward to the curvaceous and bosomy two legged incubators very next visit; when he planned on replenishing his powers over the bodies, hearts, minds and souls of the feminine gender by harvesting the sweet feminine essence of Carolines inner being. In order to begin a new reign of terror over the inhabitants of the villages that surrounded his home who would be forced to respond by sacrificing a nubile virgin on the first night of the new blue moon in an effort to sate his insatiable lust for the curvaceous bodies and sweet souls of their lovely and bosomy virginal daughters.

As the well-hung demon of the fen rose upwards above the two legged incubator whod fallen into his clutches; until at last the ruler of the fen and the villages that surrounded the swamp found himself hovering just above her upturned face. Even as Caroline continued to sink downward into the water saturated loam until the curves of her shoulders disappeared. Then forced to look upward into the depths of the surprising sky blue eyes of her well-hung captor; even as Caroline tilted her head backwards until the back of her head came to rest lightly upon the pillow of the gently trembling surface of the bottomless pit of quicksand that was to momentarily become her unmarked grave.

For a long moment that seemed to last for an eternity the well-hung demon leered downward upon the angelic face of the two legged incubator who had become his carefully chose prey. While Caroline helplessly returned his gaze as she seemingly tumbled head over heels upwards into the seemingly bottomless depths of the soft liquid pools of her well-hung captors sky blue eyes. Even as the black water saturated loam steadily crawled up her neck, the sides of her head and face and flowed over the two legged incubators chin and forehead. As Caroline continued to recede ever deeper into the gently trembling muck until at last her well-hung captor down bent over towards his doomed prey. Where he pressed the hungry O of his mouth against the luscious curves of the two legged incubators soft and full lips. In a kiss that would only end in the expected eternal death of the hapless female as she continued descending downward into the bottomless bosomy womb of good ole mother earth.

Where to her surprise Caroline found herself responding to her well-hung captors kiss by wrapping both her arms and legs tightly about his waist and neck. While the doomed two legged incubator closed her eyes and cried out silently in ecstasy within her mind; when she felt the entire length of the throbbing shaft of the demons manhood slip all the way up to its fleshly hilt within the honeycomb of her womanhood. As the well-hung son of mother nature took Caroline for the ride of her life that would end in her eternal death; but only after her captor had utterly consumed the sweet essence of the two legged incubators inner being as she disappeared never to be heard from or seen ever again.

Copyright Dabir Dalton September 4, 2010