A Day in the Park (mf/f)

[Im.V]

The evening air was the perfect mix of warm sun and a cool, soft breeze that blow the ends of Isabelle’s black hair softly behind her. Wearing a black hat backwards, her bangs barely reaching her black glasses over her green eyes. The fourteen year old is wearing a black shirt with red writings saying “Judas Priests” on the front, black jeans with ripped knees. Red and black striped arm warmers starting from her palms up past the sleeves of her shirt.
With black converse with red laces on her feet, she balances perfectly on her skateboard as she rolls down a hill. The road smooth and even making it a comfortable ride down the neighborhood.

Down the hill and around a corner, Isabelle waved at a group of barefooted kids playing in the street as she rolled by with a soft smile. “Cute” Isabelle tells herself as she uses her right foot to push the skateboard forward. The houses turned into the downtown businesses, showing little difference then when the buildings first built in the year…1960’s or 70’s?

Making her way downtown, Isabelle rolls on past the courthouse, round the first left corner where the road makes a swift dip down. Causing the skateboard to accelerate downhill towards the parking lot of ‘Big Springs Park.’

Isabelle shifted her weight to turn the skateboard onto the walking trail. At the beginning, there were many forks in the path with swings and slides that she used to enjoy as a young kid. Off to the side of the playground was the spring that flow throughout the trail.

Further down the trail, all the forks at the beginning ends up into this one paved trail that goes on for another five miles, at the first small bridge over the flowing spring. The wheels of the skateboard makes a louder echo like sound over the wooden planks of the bridge as Isabelle rolls over.

The trees thickened around her as Isabelle goes a little over a mile, passing a few forks in the paved trail on the way, until she reaches a spot to rest.
Isabelle stopped at her normal spot where the thick trees opened into an open area. At first when coming out of the wooded area, Isabelle loves the scenery of the paved trail curving right with a lonely bench sitting in the middle of the curve. The open field, full of green grass, surrounded by thick trees.

Isabelle kicked her skateboard up into her hand before placing it on the bench, then sat down herself. With her feet missing the ground by a few inches, she crosses her ankles and casually swings her legs softly. Taking in the solitude, birds chipping in the distance, another soft breeze cooling her off.

Isabelle smiles softly when her mind wondered to the group of kids earlier in her neighborhood, cocking her head to the side slightly as she glances down at her shoes for a while.
She then turns her head to the side, then to the opposite direction, seeing if anyone was there. Finding that she was alone, she brings up her legs one at a time and removes her shoes and socks.

Dropping her footwear underneath the bench, Isabelle crosses her bare feet and casually swings her legs again, welcoming the sensation of the comfortable warm sun and cool breeze against her exposed feet.
She would had been embarrassed if she was barefoot in a public space, thinking about the kids from earlier. She used to be like them, but just a year and a half ago she became embarrassed being caught barefoot just in her own home when friends or anyone ever visits her family.

“Like I’ve outgrown a childish act” Isabelle said to herself, even knowing people older than herself has no problem being seen barefoot. Wishing she had the courage to do this more often, she places her feet down on the pavement and enjoys the sensation of the slightly warm touch on the bottoms of her feet.

Standing up, Isabelle walks into the grass in front of her. Hands in her pockets glancing down as if to savor every moment of touching grass with her feet. Taking slow steps, stopping every so often to wiggle her toes in the grass. Plucking a blade of grass with her toes. Running a foot above the grass where it’ll slightly tickle her sole.

Just living her best life, Isabelle enjoys herself just by walking along in the grass. She wonders to the edge of the clearing, when she looks up Isabelle noticed a building of some kind just out of the tree line.
Noticing a sign, Isabelle reads that this was a new bird watching cabin. The side of the cabin facing the trees had a one way window with bird feeders to attract the birds. “Okay, that’s cool” Isabelle says as she walks up to the cabin door.

There was no door really, just an opening with an immediate right turn so you couldn’t see inside from the outside. Isabelle’s feet touched the cool wooded floor and turned to peer inside.
The sight was just about what the sign said. A room about the size of a large living room with the far wall nothing but a large window with birdhouses and feeders. No birds though. But to Isabelle’s surprise, she catches two teens looking to be sixteen or seventeen sitting on the benches.

Smoking, Isabelle noticed, and by the smell, it wasn’t tobacco…

There was a guy and a girl. The guy had black hair and green eyes, wearing a white shirt and jeans. The girl was blonde, blue eyes, wearing a grey shirt and denim shorts.

“Hey!” The girl cries out seeing Isabelle. The guy turned and immediately stood up. “You don’t look like a snitch” the guy says calmly, peering into Isabelle’s eyes, as if trying to hypnotize her.
Isabelle shakes her head “nope, not a snitch.” “I don’t know man…” the girl muttered with a worried expression “I don’t want to go back to jail.” The guy sighs as Isabelle decides, it’s time to go.

Isabelle turns to leave, freezes when the guy say “wait!” Isabelle turn her head towards the duo as they walked up. They both grabbed her by the arms, one on either side as the guy says “I believe you when you said you ain’t no snitch…” the guy says “but I’m sure you understand, I need to buy us some time to get far away before you have a chance to snitch, you understand-stand?”

“I-I think so” Isabelle says trying to be sympathetic. As they dragged her towards the first row of benches, they forced Isabelle to sit. The girl reached over behind her, Isabelle noticing a red bag on the other side. Her heart sank seeing the girl pull out a roll of silver duct tape.

“Hands behind your back” the girl commands, Isabelle huffed and slightly shakes her head “come on you don’t have to tie me up. I won’t say anything I swear!”
“Behind your back hun” the guy says pulling Isabelle’s wrists behind her back. Anxiety rushes through Isabelle as the girl duct taped her hands, palms facing outwards.

“Now this won’t hurt if you don’t move” the girl says plastering the end piece of a strip over Isabelle’s mouth. “Mmmpphhhh….” Isabelle moans softly squeezing her eyes shut as the girl wrapped it around her head four times.

Isabelle opened her eyes just in time to see the girl pointing to the ground. “On the floor” she says, the guy gripped her arm and forced her to lay face down on the wooden floorboards. It was then that Isabelle remembered she was barefoot, had forgotten by this frightening encounter.

Eyeing the floor, Isabelle is aware her feet were in full view to her captors, making her feel naked and uncomfortable. Sound of duct tape, then felt hands lifting up her legs as the sticky material was wrapped around her ankles.

“Where are your shoes?” The girl ask, Isabelle feel her cheeks growing red. “Walking barefoot like who cares what people think, kinda like you” the girl went on. “It’s too nice for shoes anyways” the guy says with a smirk, making it seem like to Isabelle they were on her side in a way, friendly.

“Are you ticklish?” The girl asks. Did Isabelle think friendly a moment there?

It didn’t take much for the girl to find out the answer, a little scrap of her nail on Isabelle’s ball and Isabelle squeaked loudly, jerked so hard she accidentally kicked the blondie.

“Haha yeah I’d say they’re ticklish!” The guy clapped twice with an amused look. The blonde girl didn’t seemed amused. “Oh you’ll pay kid” she says straddling Isabelle’s calves.

“Mmmmpphhh!!” Isabelle pleaded shaking her head. In no particular pattern, the blonde girl dance her nails over the bottoms of Isabelle’s feet in a quick fashion. Isabelle’s stomach pounded the floor as she flopped around, straining against the tape in a desperate attempt to use her hands to defend and escape.

The girl kept tickling Isabelle as the guy knelt down in front of her, speaking to her in his calm manner “now if you do snitch, this will happen again but much, much worse. Do you understand?”
Without the use of words, even if Isabelle wasn’t gagged the laughter would had kept her from talking, Isabelle nodded frantically.

“Good” he stood up “come on, she gets the message.”
Tickling stopped, and the blonde girl stood up. Isabelle had her forehead planted on the floor, gasping through her nose.
“What’s wrong?” The girl asked, Isabelle doesn’t move to look but listens in. “Oh, I don’t really like leaving her here like this, it may take a long time for someone to find her” the guy says.

“Then what do you suggest? Release her?” Yes, Isabelle says in her mind. “Guess not” the guy answered, the wrong answer to Isabelle’s liking.
“But we can leave her in the open where there’s a better chance someone finding her.”

Isabelle became aware of someone freeing her ankles, then the duo pulled her up on her feet. She watches as the guy looked outside the doorway for a moment, then turns around saying “okay, it’s clear.”

The blonde girl held onto Isabelle’s left arm, leading her outside the cabin behind the guy. The soft grass felt nice under Isabelle’s feet as she was lead into the clearing. She looked around, indeed it was only the three of them, the only sounds of life are the bird’s songs.

“Now what genius?” The girl asked, seemingly unconcerned about Isabelle as she loses her grip on Isabelle and placed both hands on her hips.
Isabelle watched the guy standing in front of them looking around. “Well I don’t want to leave her in the sun…” Isabelle stopped listening in as she thinks of a way out of this mess.

Skateboard.

“Hey!” The blonde girl’s voice was heard behind Isabelle, along with other shouting that she paid no attention to. She was running towards the bench, seeing her stuff where Isabelle left them earlier. Isabelle’s feet pounded the soil, heart pounding as she focused breathing through her nostrils. Making little muffled grunts along the way.

She reached the bench, uses the top of a foot to pick up the skateboard and places it on the pavement. Isabelle glances up briefly to see the duo closing in on her, and fast. Left foot placed on the skateboard, right foot pushes forward, and Isabelle quickly rolls forward.

If Isabelle wasn’t using her weight to turn, her foot never stopped pushing the skateboard. Hearing the hard thumping of sneakers on pavement behind her influence Isabelle to keep pushing through the aching in her right leg.

“Mmph!” Isabelle yelp when her bare foot landed on a loose rock. That hurt…keep moving forward. Isabelle is aware that she was moving deeper into the trail, rather towards the playground where all the people would be.

Isabelle got a break when she came to a downhill straight away. Placing both feet on the board, Isabelle accelerated down. First thing she noticed was how gritty her skateboard felt under bare feet. Second was how hard it was to keep balance with her hands bound behind her back. Third, she didn’t hear any thumping behind her.

Isabelle let the skateboard glad to a slower pace before daring to look behind her. The duo was no where in sight. The skateboard came to a stop and Isabelle stepped off, looking around her surroundings. Just the trail and thick woods, she could hear the spring flowing somewhere within the tree line.

Now what? Isabelle strained and tugged at the tape binding her hands, working her jaw to somehow loosen her gag. She moans a little as the tape pulled her hair then sighs. “Mmmpphh! Mmmmpphhh! MmmmHHHmmmmpphh!!”

Her cries came with no response. Should she go back? Keep going forward? Was it worth running or would it had been best if the duo left her somewhere in that clearing?
Isabelle carefully sat on her skateboard and ponder on her next move as she rest her leg.

While she thinks, Isabelle gently wiggles, tugs, stain her muscles against the tape around her wrists. Glancing down at her feet, she lifts her right foot to look at the bottom where she stepped on that rock. Seeing no open cuts, she wiggles her toes on her right foot to try ease the tension.

This is just great, Isabelle thought. Hands bound behind her back, mouth taped shut. Probably two miles away from civilization, can’t call out for help, barefooted…

She looks back at the hill she just came down on, it’ll be work to skateboard back up. She would have to walk. But going forward will be another three miles or so, assuming there isn’t an uphill climb. Isabelle doesn’t know because she never ventured this far on this particular fork in the trail.

Isabelle stood up, looked down at her skateboard and sighed. She position the board with a foot towards the grass and pushed it. Maybe after this is all over she can come back and get it.

It is decided, she’s going to backtrack. If the duo isn’t following her anymore, it’s a good chance they ran off like they planned. The pavement was cool under her feet with the shadows of the trees as she walked, her chest heaved and heart pounded as she made the uphill climb, thankfully she had good lungs in order to breath through her nose easily.

She kept her mind occupied by focusing on the different earthly smells and daydreaming about this and that. The dreaded idea of someone seeing her like this kept popping in her head.

The clearing came into view, Isabelle made a shortcut through the grass towards the bench. The soft grass was a welcoming touch after walking on hard pavement. Isabelle didn’t walk all the way to the bench, as she noticed with dread that her converse was missing.

Sure, take my shoes…. Isabelle thought with annoyance. Isabelle continued on the grass until she reached the other end of the curve, stepping back on the pavement and into the thick wooded area again.

Isabelle starts to constantly make annoying noises through her gag. Not like a “come save me” noise but an annoyed “I’m here, yep, here I am.” She doesn’t even try to make words just whatever sound she can make with a capital ‘M’.

Isabelle starts to play around the tape binding her hands again as she looks around. Her shoulders flexing and twisting in time with the rest of her arms, straining her muscles and balling her hands into fists while twisting her wrists.
It was more an act of this is now the norm while on a walk in the park than a desperate attempt to break free.

Until she caught sight of a particular rock. Just off the trail, almost like a natural arrowhead. “Mph!” Isabelle muttered as she had to lay on her side in order to grab this rock.
Rock in hand, Isabelle pushed herself up with a knee and stood up. She continues walking as she fidgets with the rock to be positioned right to begin sawing at the tape.

Isabelle lost hope in that rock when it felt like it only slides across the surface of the tape rather than cutting it, but she kept at it. With some miracle someone will only see her barefooted, not tied up and barefoot. Wonder what that would look like to someone? Isabelle thought, like I done some culty voodoo think in the woods…

Isabelle looked down at her shirt, yeah…Someone wearing all black with a “Judas Priest” printed in red coming out of the woods tied up and gagged, barefoot like a pagan witch or something…

She couldn’t help but chuckle at herself. She starts humming to the words in her head to one of her favorite songs “I am my mother’s savage daughter…the one who runs barefoot across sharp stones…”

Isabelle starts to feel a vibe with this, the sensation of this beautiful weather, feeling the earth with her feet, bare and free. Hands bound and gagged, something that should be a horrible experience turning into something more exciting. Isabelle couldn’t explain why.

The wooden bridge came to view, the last bit of her walk now is…oh wait, she has to walk home too…
Just as Isabelle stepped on the middle of the bridge, by some miracle the rock split the tape. Pausing her steps, Isabelle gave a brief tug and her hands were free.

She carefully peeled her gag off, wincing as it pulled her hair. With a sigh of relief, Isabelle crumpled up the tape in her hands. She started walking again towards the park, one hand in her jean pocket the other holding the crumpled mess of silvery tape. She tries to look natural and confident as she looks for a trash can, until…

“We’ll look who it is”

Isabelle recognizes the calm voice behind her. She turns her head and sees those pothead duos walking into the playground area behind her.
The black haired guy peers down at Isabelle with a calm but confident look while the blonde girl next to him glared at her. “I have to say, that stunt back there…respect” the guy says clapping “you’re okay with me.”

“Still…” the girl draws out looking at the guy with an annoyance expression. “And you broke free I see” he continues.
“Yeah, I have to say I didn’t expect this when I planned a peaceful day at the park” Isabelle says, wanting to appear as if they didn’t bother her. She tosses the ball of tape at their feet while saying “think this belongs to you.”

The guy chuckles looking down at the tape, then back at Isabelle with a smirk, appearing he is amused with all this.
“There’s no one here” the girl explains “we can get her here and now!” The guy glances at her, then at Isabelle with a raised eyebrow.

“My feet are tired” Isabelle responds “if you want to tie me back up, fine. I don’t care if you smoke or anything else. Just for the record. But I’m not running again that’s for sure.”
The duo stood there and stared at her for a moment, then the guy shrugged “well alright then.”

Moments later.

Isabelle was kneeling up against a pole on the playground, the kind the kids slide down off of the play set. Her back was pressed up against it, her hands behind her back and arms around the pole.
Sitting on her knees, the pole was between her calves. The guy just finished duct taping her ankles together, Isabelle’s wrists were crossed and taped up as well.

“Well that be a challenge for you?” The blonde girl asked with a smug expression. “Yeah, I think this will do” Isabelle says. There is no way I’m getting out of this alone, Isabelle thought.
Isabelle caught a glance at something stuffed in the girl’s bag on her back. “Hey” Isabelle says “think those are mine.”
“Well, they are indeed” the guy says as he reach into blondie’s bag and pulls out Isabelle’s shoes.

“Hey!?” Blondie says, the guy tells her “don’t worry about it, what we done to this girl and everything. Just give her shoes back.” Isabelle chuckles at the other girl’s reaction, the guy places Isabelle’s shoes neatly beside her, about a foot away.

“I am sorry we had to tie you up like this” he says holding up the duct tape “it’s for insurance purposes.”
Isabelle shrugged “maybe someone will come around and find me, give me a ride home…I’ll just enjoy the weather we’re having.”

“Respect” last thing he says before he tapes her mouth shut. Isabelle was thankful he didn’t wrap it around her head, but places ten individual pieces over her lower half of her face.
The guy walks off, blondie stood there for a moment before kneeling down in front of Isabelle. “Just to make sure you understand how I feel about this” she says as she reaches out and tickles Isabelle’s sides.

“Mmmpphh!” Isabelle screams as she wiggles her midsection in attempt to avoid her fingers. Isabelle roars with laughter and squirms wildly as blondie attacks her armpits while she whispers in Isabelle’s ear “ten times worse. I mean it, if you snitch on us about any of this!”

Blondie disappears behind Isabelle and ruthlessly attacks her feet. “And I know these are your sweat spots. The soles of your feet” she whispered into Isabelle’s ear again from behind, her fingers continuing to move in a way meaning to be torturous. Isabelle blanked tears out of her eyes once blondie was done.

Blondie pulled Isabelle’s hat off and fling it down by her shoes in a petty fashion before walking off.
Isabelle focused on her breathing as the wind picked up and tossed her hair around. Then she began to squirm in her bindings…

Isabelle starts to feel a little sore being stuck in this position for so long. The ground of the play set was covered with those wood chips, her knees are bare due to the rips in her jeans meaning there was no protection while kneeling on these stuff.

Isabelle had entertained herself a bit by maneuvering herself with her knees, going around the pole for a different view. The original position her view was basically the whole playground, going around and she had the view limited by seeing underneath the play set.

She rose up as high she can on her knees to release pressure when her legs felt tingly, then resting her back against the pole. In her struggles, she noticed that that guy had attached her wrists bindings to her ankle bindings. She felt around, feeling it’s some kind of string attaching her wrists to her ankles. Like a shoe lace or something of the sorts…

Not knowing just how long she’s been tied up here, it felt like an eternity before she sees a car pulling up into the parking lot. Not even caring about being seen in such a humiliating situation, Isabelle watched as two kids and a mother exit the car and just hopes they were friendly.

What are they going to think about me? Isabelle thought to herself. The two kids, a young boy and his sister looking like they’re about nine or ten, rushed over to the play set where Isabelle is tied to, the mother stayed behind at the car doing something on her phone.

The young boy noticed Isabelle first, pointing her out to his sister. For a moment the sibling stood there for a moment before the girl approached Isabelle asking “what happened to you?”
“Mmph” Isabelle muttered, like my mouth is taped shut silly, she thought to herself. Isabelle tugs at her wrist bindings, trying to convey a message to them to untie her.

The boy walked up and looked behind Isabelle at her bindings. “You need help?” He asked, Isabelle nodded her head. The girl went behind Isabelle beside her brother, and can feel their fingers picking at the tape. The boy tossed a blue shoe lace to the side, must be what they used to attached my hands to my feet, Isabelle thought.
Few minutes went by before the boy tells his sister to ask their mother for scissors or something to cut the tape.

The girl started walking off towards their mother, Isabelle’s eyes watching her and then eyed their mother by the car, still oblivious to what was going on.
“Mph!” Isabelle yelped feeling something touch her heel, trying to rub the sensation off with the other foot.

A finger wiggles lightly into the sole of her foot, causing her to curl her toes in and burst into giggles. Which intensifies into laughter as more fingers followed. Wiggling softly on each foot as the hands moved up and down to toes to heels.

The tickling stopped “I’m sorry” the boy said “i actually just tried to scrap a small piece of grass off your feet, then after your reaction I couldn’t help it”.
Isabelle just nodded without looking at him. Noticing however that their mother was now actually running towards them.

“Oh dear” the mother says when she got close enough, studying Isabelle. “Are you okay hun?” “Mmmpph” Isabelle replies with a nod. “Here let me help you out of this” the woman gently peel off Isabelle’s gag.
“Are you tied up as a some kind of prank or was this malicious? Explain to me while I untie you hun…”

Isabelle told this woman part of the story, just enough to convey the identity of the two potheads.
“Well I’m glad you’re okay” the woman says once Isabelle could finally stand up and stretch. “Are you going to be here in the park for a while?” Isabelle asks, the woman responds “yeah we actually were planning to be here for a few hours.”

“I’m wanting to go back and get my skateboard” Isabelle says “just want someone here to look for me if something happens again.”
“Sure hun, if you’re not back in three hours then I’ll even make the kids walk with me to look for you.”

Isabelle puts her hat back on, the right way this time. She glances at her shoes, then turn to the woman and tells her “I’m just going to leave these here til I get back.”

[TuggyMale]

Man you‘ve got some real talent. We have a talented writer among us

All of your fictional stories for everyone have been amazing so far. Keep going, you‘re a really good writer

[BBQ-2002]

Wow, that story is just amazing! I really liked the plot, the idea and the tension of the story, especially your way of including Isabelle's bare feet in the story.

I'm gonna read your other stories for sure and am looking forward to more masterpieces of yours!