Nosy Nellie Kelly - Walk in the Woods (m/f)f/f)

[Brez510]

Nosy Nellie Kelly - Walk in the Woods

Hi guys. My name is Nellie Kelly, and I have to vent somewhere, so I guess this is as good a place as anywhere to do that.

I'm venting because my friends call me nosy—Nosy Nellie Kelly. I'm not too fond of it.

It’s strange. I never look for it, but I always, as long as I can remember,  seem to find myself in some trouble or peril. I really can't figure it out. Maybe you can help me understand why this black cloud seems to be following me around.

I'm just an average young woman—nineteen years old. I have short, very light blond hair. I'm tall, right around 5’8”. I work out a lot, so I'm lean and muscular, with long legs and an average-sized chest. Most people think I'm very pretty. I'm only telling you this because I don't want you to believe I'm some green-skinned Martian who draws attention. I'm your average girl looking to live my life with no drama.

I just do my business as an innocent bystander, never looking to cause trouble. So what if I'm a little over-observant? Is it not expected to be curious about things or ask questions?

Some even say I’m snoopy. I'd call it knowledge seeking.

Here’s an example of something that happened last Saturday. You be the judge.

I was walking in Turner State Park, a beautifully heavily wooded area with many excellent trails.

I wore my standard Saturday outfit: red athletic shorts, a white sports bra, and grey hiking sneakers. I'm very predictable.

I decided to try a new trail that I found on the park map. It was an older, not well-maintained trail but very tranquil, so I decided to walk it. To my left, as I started looking at the scenery, I noticed signs tacked to many trees along the side of the trail.

The paper signs said:

Posted Land - Private Property - Trespassers are subject to arrest as stated in County Code 703.11

That seemed strange. Looking at the trail guide on my phone, I noticed these signs were posted on what appeared to be State Park property.

I wondered if someone claimed this land for themselves to build a private campsite. Or maybe something criminal was going on in the woods beyond the signs. Did the Park Police patrol this area? Perhaps they didn't know about the signs since this was an old trail.
Maybe I should call them and ask. On the other hand, perhaps I should investigate myself and see what's beyond the trees. If it's something suspicious, I'll call the Park Police then.

I walked past the posted trees. The area was very heavily wooded.

I saw a straight branch I could use as a walking stick.

I bent over to pick it up. A hand clamped around my mouth just as I was getting back up. It was a woman's hand. She grabbed me around the waist with her other arm.

She whispered in my ear to shut up and not make a sound. I nodded yes. She slowly removed her hand. She grabbed both my arms and held them behind my back. I looked forward; there was a man, I guess in his forties, staring at me. He was heavyset with a red beard. He was wearing a large pack on his back. He asked me what I was doing on his family's land. I told him I was walking and strayed off the trail.

He dropped his pack, opened it, took out a coil of white rope, and threw it to the woman he called Beth. “Tie her up,” he said. I was scared, wondering why these two people were holding me.

Beth began tying my wrists. The guy, who Beth called Norm, started lecturing me while Beth continued to work on tying my elbows. He walked down to a tree and pulled the paper off it. He returned and told me it was a no-trespassing notice, that he had placed it on the trees, and that I should have noticed.

Beth finished tying my wrists and elbows very tight.

I told them we were in a State Park, and this area on the map looked like state land.

Norm was skeptical. He said his property bordered the Park, and I was on his family's side.

He told me that County law states that a private property owner can detain a trespasser until law enforcement arrives.

Norm said he was fed up with strangers from the park intruding on his land. Beth, who had just tied me up, was now standing next to Norm.

She was short and heavyset, with numerous tattoos on each arm. She had short blond hair shaved on the sides. She lit a cigarette. Not the kind of person you would want to mess with.

Also, I wouldn't say I liked how she looked at me. Beth asked if I was hiking with any friends. I told her no. Norm said he would go to take a look to make sure.

He reached into his pack again and tossed Beth a roll of silver duck tape. Norm then headed out. I was alone with Beth. “You're hot,” she said to me. Great, I thought. I'm stuck in the woods with my wrists and elbows tied and at the mercy of some backward country chick getting ready to gag me and do who knows what.

She told me to get on my knees. I had no other choice. Beth stood behind me and started to tape my mouth. Not just a tiny strip of tape as I had imagined, but she placed the tape on my mouth and wrapped it around my head several times. Wrapping the tape so many times around my head made me mute.

Fortunately, Norm came back. I was worried she was strongly thinking of taking advantage of me.

Norm returned and said no one was around.

He told me again he had every right, using any means, to detain me under County law until the authorities showed up. At this point, even though my wrists and elbows were tied and I was tape-gagged, I was relieved! I at least knew that Beth and Norm weren't kidnappers or robbers. They were just passionately attempting, in their own dumb, foolish way, to protect their property.

On the other hand, they could have just asked me to leave without being so warped by going through the trouble of tying me up and gagging me.

Beth then came over to me and lifted me off my knees. I was getting very thirsty. I made eye contact with her. I guess I visually pleaded with her enough to ask if I wanted the gag off.

I guess she felt sorry for me and began to unwrap the tape.

When the gag was finally removed, I asked her for some water. She took a bottle from her backpack and brought it to my mouth so I could drink it.

Norm headed off to get his phone, which he said he had left near a pond with some other gear. He said he was going to call the police.

He told Beth not to let me run off before the police arrived.

Beth asked me if I had enough water. I told her yes.
Unfortunately, that was the cue for Beth to finish her tie-up job on me.

She walked me over to a tree and told me to stand still.

She reached into her backpack and took out more rope and a red bandana.

She turned me around to face the tree. I looked back and saw her rolling the bandana. I guess she was going to gag me again.

I told her I wouldn't make a sound, but she didn't listen. I saw the bandana come past my eyes. Beth told me to open my mouth wide. She quickly thrust the bandana into my mouth and between my teeth. She drew it back and pulled it as tight as possible, finally tying it as tightly as she could behind my head.

Beth then told me to turn around. She pushed me back to the tree. With my wrists and elbows tightly tied, she took more rope, ran it under my breasts and around the tree, then over my breasts the same way. She pulled the rope tightly to tie it off. She also ran a rope around my waist and behind the tree.

Beth then worked on my ankles, tying them tightly together.

She then stepped away and studied her work. There was no need to gag me again and tie me to the tree, but I guess they were determined to hold me for the police.

It was embarrassing. Especially the ropes around my breasts. They were so tight they pinched them and made them stick out.

She kept staring at me a little too closely. She overtied me. I think she was into bondage or something.

Hopefully, this will all be over shortly.

Norm and the Police returned in about twenty minutes. There were two officers. Both in their 20’s and pretty hunky!!

One of them, Officer Cummings, untied me. The gag knot was so tight he needed some time to loosen it.

Once I was free, Officers Cummings and Stewart
said that the County law did say that Norm and Beth could detain me for trespassing. They noted that tying me up and gagging me was perhaps getting overly extreme and could result in charges for Norm and Beth if I wanted to pursue that option.

On the other hand, they said Norm and Beth could file charges against me for trespassing.

I considered it for a few minutes and decided to call it even. Norm and Beth did the same.

I reluctantly shook hands with Norm and Beth and told them I would never go on their land again.

Officer Cummings stopped me as I started to walk back to the trail.

He said I could have avoided this whole mess if I wasn't nosy.

He told me not to go through life as Nosy Nellie Kelly.

Little did he know!

[Dpsiic]

Good story

[laz]

nice story, hope she has another adventure down the road

[Trammel]

Great story and well written. I pray it is not your last!