This choice: Your sister grabs you for another day out • Go Back...Chapter #6Buried Alive by: Unknown The door of the cabinet swung open, and light once more flooded your vision. As the haze cleared you saw that it was your sister Patty, clear as day. Patty was preoccupied glancing at her phone, and didn’t seem to give you any attention at all. Her hand gripped your body and she pulled you out of the cabinet. Her grip was tight, and you were shoved into her beach bag without a second thought.
A disturbing thought crossed your mind as your body sunk to the bottom of the bag, buried beside Patty’s black two-piece bikini. Patty closed her bag, once more casting you into darkness, and your eyes went mentally wide. It wasn’t possible…was it? Had your sister forgotten what she had done to you? Did she seriously not realize that the towel she had grabbed was you?
Patty would never pass up an opportunity to make fun of you and torture you more in whatever situation you may be in. She wasn’t doing that today. It was possible she was distracted by your phone, and you hoped that was the case, but a part of you doubted it. Patty had forgotten about you, and that spelled disaster, as she was the only person who knew of what had happened to you, and therefore the only person able to rescue you.
Once Patty reached the beach, she changed into her bikini in the locker room. She then walked out to an incredibly sandy area of the beach, and spread you out onto the sand. She then sat down on you, her ass crashing onto your squashed body. You let out a mental yelp of pain, as it had been several days since you had been crushed, and you were unaccustomed to the feeling.
Patty let out a yawn, and then she laid down on you, lying on her back. Your entire body was pressed down by her weight, but you kept your form and supported her like a good towel. Patty fell asleep, and you were forced to endure her body weighing down on you for nearly three hours. The pressure was intense, and her sweat was rolling off her body and dripping onto you. It was disgusting, and you cursed your sister for being so devious.
Patty’s nap ended three hours later, and she stood up and stretched. She then walked away, wanting to enjoy some time swimming in the ocean. Patty’s bag was back in the locker room, so it was just your blue self lying out on the sand. As your giantess sister disappeared from view, you realized just how vulnerable you were in your current position. You also realized something else about the beach that day.
You had been hearing a strange sound while underneath Patty, but everything had been muffled so you couldn’t tell what it was. Now that you could hear properly, you detected that it was the roaring sound of the wind. The wind was crazy today, and it was blowing sand all over the place. It was also blowing sand…right on top of you!
Huge piles of sand were being displaced and carried through the wind, coming to landing right on top of your body. You mentally screamed and screamed, but there was nothing you could do. You couldn’t even wiggle or squirm to try to rid yourself of the sand. The wind continued to blow without cease, and soon nearly all of your towel body was covered in sand.
A few minutes later, a group of teenage girls came walking by. They didn’t see the bits of blue still showing through beneath the sand, so they trampled over you like nothing was the matter. Your body was battered and bruised beneath their feet, and the layers of sand above you were packed down tight. The sand evened out, completely hiding your body from view, and also cemented itself due to the pressure the girl’s feet emitted. By the time the girls passed over you, you had been buried alive.
You mentally cried out, screaming for your sister to come save you. Unfortunately, it was not to be. Patty was unable to locate where she had put her towel, and you had slipped her memory after all. She had totally forgotten what she had done to you, and thought of you as nothing but an ordinary towel. She went home, figuring it didn’t matter that she had lost a towel. Towels could always be replaced after all.
In fact, it seemed like no one was coming to save you. All sounds were silenced underneath the sand, and you could do nothing but sit and wait in the darkness, vainly hoping that you would somehow be rescued and freed from this hell. Time passed on and on until one day the sand above you was rubbed away, and you were discovered by someone. Who long has it been, and who has found you?   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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