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Trip to the Beach.

By FOXCARROTS

Part Three

“Tar Trail Trap”

         Jenny and her older sister Emily walked through the forest cursing the fact they were lost, barefoot, and out of luck. However, the worst thing was that two people they cared about deeply were not with them. Their mother and friend Erika had to be left behind as they found themselves inescapably immobilized. Their mother Nancy had wound up with her bare feet securely glued to the pedals of their van which itself was stuck in the mud and could not move. All attempts to undo the glue or free Nancy had failed and they were forced to leave her behind.

    Shortly thereafter, Erika had been unlucky enough to step into a small sinkhole and slid down into it to her calves. She was wedged in tight and nothing the sisters could do would come close to setting her free. Twice in one day they were forced to leave someone behind, unable to get them unstuck.

    Emily was exhausted, she was not used to the stress and exertion of what had happened. She was stubborn and pushed forward but it was clear she was running with little left. Jenny did not know how to console her nor did she have much left either. The struggles to free the others had taken a lot out of her. Though she was an athlete it was still hard for her. It was getting onto the evening and ahead of them they saw something, a light.

    “Emily look!” Jenny said as she pointed above. “It’s a house and the lights are on.”

    “We can get help for the others!” Emily replied, energy pouring back into her from the hope of rescue.

    Both girls quickened their steps through the brush moving desperately toward their perceived salvation. However, their progress was stopped as the found something in their way. It was a path several meters across of hot fresh tar.

    “What the hell is this?” Emily asked in shock looking from her right to left to see where it ended but it went on as far as she could see. “Who made this?”

    “No idea.” Jenny said as she knelt down at the edge. She poked it with a finger and could feel substantial heat coming off of it. “It’s been cooked by the sun. I can’t imagine it would be pleasant to walk over with bare feet.”

    “There doesn’t seem to be an and to it.” Emily commented as she surveyed the situation. “Let’s see if we can find a place to cross.”

    Both girls walked for close to an hour as the sun got low, casting orange glowing light through the woods. It would not be long before they lost visibility and might not be able to make their way to the house. Emily stopped as she looked back at the lights above. “This path is curving. Best case it ends at the hills and we cant get around it. Worst case is it goes all the way around the house.”

    “We got to cross it.” Jenny said as she looked down, seeing the tar steam from a day with the sun on it. “I don’t think it is hot enough to hurt us and looks pretty solid. I don’t think we will sink in.”

    Emily took a breath. “I’ll give it a shot but I can barely stand right now.”

    “Come here!” Jenny said as she walked over to her sister. She grabbed her arms and pulled her up into a piggyback ride. Emily protested at first but didn’t have the energy to truly argue. “I can carry you across, no reason both of us have to step in this stuff.”

    Emily struggled a bit. “I supposed asking you to put me down wont do anything.”

    “Nope!” Jenny commented. “Your stuck back there will we are across!”

    Jenny stepped out onto the tar path the heat meeting the soft sole of her foot immediately. She didn’t wait for it to bother her, deciding to keep walking. Her other foot hit the tar and felt the heat as she went to move the previous foot. She was worried she would sink in, but the surface of the warm tar didn’t have much give. She peeled her foot up, leaving a faint footprint behind as she kept going. The heat was far from pleasant but she did not feel as if it was harming her perfect soles.

    The path had seemed so narrow when they were on the other side but now that Jenny’ feet were on it she realised it was much further. She put one foot in front of the other, trying to keep each foot on the uncomfortable tar as little as she could. She could not risk going to fast, though she was strong, Emily was not light, and she did not want to drop her onto the hot tar surface.

    Though she was not sinking into the tar Jenny was encountering another problem. Whereas the first few steps her soles separated from the tar without incident it was not so with subsequent steps. Tar was coating the bottoms of her tender soles and each step that accumulated more was sticking more and more to the tar on the path. Each step was harder than the one before and as she was moving at a decent pace at the beginning, now halfway across she was slowed down considerably. Jenny’s calf muscles flexed as the act of lifting her feet was more of a struggle and peeling sensation than the steps before. Jenny’s speed was no longer her choice, her steps laboured, and her feet were becoming harder and harder to separate from the path. By the time she reached the other edge her calves and leg muscles were in agony. She stopped, taking a breath before grabbing Emily’s arms and tossing her around her body and onto the grass beyond. Emily was not ready and fell onto her butt.

    “Owch!” Emily scolded as she looked up to Jenny. “But thanks, we did it. Let’s move onto the house and get some help.”

    Jenny’s body moved as if she was going to walk but did not gain any distance forward. She put her hands on her hips and sighed. “I think you are going to have to go on without me.”

    “What do you mean Jenny?” Emily asked. “I can’t go on without you. I need you.”

    “I can’t.” Jenny repleid in shame, crossing her arms. “I’m stuck.”

    “No not you too!” Emily called out. “Quick, you have to break free before that stuff like sets on you!”

    Jenny nodded and bent down to grab her calf. She tugged as hard as she could and at first it looked like her foot was not moving at all. She gritted her teeth and pulled, her heel coming up slowly as the tar began to stretch. Her skin struggled against the bond, but the tar was so spread out there was no peeling or ripping off possible. The tar was like thick sticky rubber and it cling to her sole like it was always a part of it.

    Jenny tried jerking her body forward but it was as if she was anchored to the ground. Though the tar gave her some stretch it would only give so much. She had to eventually let go and slowly the tar pulled her heel back in place until it rested right where it started. The sticky tar was like memory foam and any attempt to stretch or control it eventually was pulled back to reform where it started.

    Jenny leaned back; an act that would have left her flat on her ass if her feet weren’t anchored in place. Her toes came up, sticky tendrils of shiny black tar linking the pads of each of her toes to the path. They would not come up as far as her heels and the strain on her individual toes was too much. She could wiggle her toes a little in the tar but they were not going far.

    Emily went to step forward to help, but Jenny raised a hand. “You can’t help me. Don’t you dare put even a single toe on this path!”

    “But maybe the two of us can break you free?” Emily suggested. “I can step on it and help you then step off before it starts to stick to me.”

    “This stuff had me on step one.” Jenny commented. “The only reason I could take steps was because I was moving at first. Now that I am stationary it is locked to my feet. I cannot budge! You set your feet on this path and tug on my legs the stuff will grab you in seconds. If we are both stuck to it, we will be totally screwed.”

    “Keep trying!” Emily begged, her toes at the edge of the tar path, seeming to take all of her willpower not to step out and help her sister. “You are the athlete, the strong one. If anyone can set foot out of that tar it’s you!”

    Jenny nodded, feeling adrenaline pour into her body. She had been trying all day to free others who were hopelessly stuck and now it was her that was stuck. She would use all of her strength; all of her willpower and she would break free of the black sticky tar under her feet no matter what.

    She grabbed her leg and lunged forward, using the momentum and gravity to give herself some strength. The tar clung at her soles, locking her toes tight in place, hungrily gripping the balls of her feet and even climbing up and coating her high arches. Her heels were the only parts of her feet she could move at all, and they only rose up slightly as she lunged, desperately trying to gain freedom. But again, and again the tar locked her skin and pulled back against her. No matter how much strength she threw at the tar it always had more. It was like a hungry, greedy monster that would not release what it had taken. The tar had a super secure grip on every inch of skin on her heels, soles and toes that it had claimed and it could not be broken.

    Jenny screamed as she yanked on her legs furiously again and again, hoping that she might find some kind of weakness in the bond that had her soles on lock. However, her exertion was met with nothing but failure and stinging skin that had been pulled hard but not released. Little by little the tar seemed to be cooling and the very act of stretching it seemed to grow impossible.

    Her feet were flat against a solid surface at the beginning but the movement and the struggling was making her sink in. Jenny’s toes were sunk in so the tar had come up over her toenails and locked each toe in tight. It was like she was stuck in cement, and she could not wiggle a single toe if her life depended on it. The normally high arches of her feet were practically gone, buried into the tar that was eager to claim them and strap them in place. The tar had slid up past her heel and was now clutching at the base of her Achilles tendon. As the adrenaline wore off Jenny was not free, and her feet were locked into the sticky tar and would not budge at all. It was like she was in hardened cement and nothing short of construction equipment could set her free.

    “It’s no use.” Jenny admitted, struggling to catch her breath. “I’m going to break my ankles before they come out of this stuff.”

    Emily looked down as if she was searching desperately for some kind of hope or other idea to combat the situation. However, the depth and bond of the tar on Jenny’s pale feet was a dire indicator that the athletic girl would not move anytime soon. She was as tightly adhered as her mother and as tightly bogged as Erika. For the third time that day Emily was forced to admit that someone she cared about could not move no matter what she did about it.”

    “Leaving the others was really hard.” Jenny admitted. “Now that I’m stuck and on the other end of it I gotta admit it really sucks.”

    “I can’t go on alone.” Emily admitted. “I wish I was the one stuck and you were free. I know you could get help and get everyone unstuck.”

    “Well, I am the one stuck.” Jenny admitted. “And there is nothing we can do that will change that. It is almost dark and you gotta get to that house. I’m stuck, the dark won’t mean much to me. You need to see where you are going. Get help, call the fire brigade.”

    “I promise I will get you out of that.” Emily said as she nodded and turned. She knew that the longer she looked at her sister, trapped and helpless the harder it would be to move. She willed her feet to start moving and her legs begrudgingly followed. She was filled with dread and despair but as long as she was free and unstuck, there was hope for the others.

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Description

Trip to the Beach.

By FOXCARROTS

Part Three

“Tar Trail Trap”

         Jenny and her older sister Emily walked through the forest cursing the fact they were lost, barefoot, and out of luck. However, the worst thing was that two people they cared about deeply were not with them. Their mother and friend Erika had to be left behind as they found themselves inescapably immobilized. Their mother Nancy had wound up with her bare feet securely glued to the pedals of their van which itself was stuck in the mud and could not move. All attempts to undo the glue or free Nancy had failed and they were forced to leave her behind.

    Shortly thereafter, Erika had been unlucky enough to step into a small sinkhole and slid down into it to her calves. She was wedged in tight and nothing the sisters could do would come close to setting her free. Twice in one day they were forced to leave someone behind, unable to get them unstuck.

    Emily was exhausted, she was not used to the stress and exertion of what had happened. She was stubborn and pushed forward but it was clear she was running with little left. Jenny did not know how to console her nor did she have much left either. The struggles to free the others had taken a lot out of her. Though she was an athlete it was still hard for her. It was getting onto the evening and ahead of them they saw something, a light.

    “Emily look!” Jenny said as she pointed above. “It’s a house and the lights are on.”

    “We can get help for the others!” Emily replied, energy pouring back into her from the hope of rescue.

    Both girls quickened their steps through the brush moving desperately toward their perceived salvation. However, their progress was stopped as the found something in their way. It was a path several meters across of hot fresh tar.

    “What the hell is this?” Emily asked in shock looking from her right to left to see where it ended but it went on as far as she could see. “Who made this?”

    “No idea.” Jenny said as she knelt down at the edge. She poked it with a finger and could feel substantial heat coming off of it. “It’s been cooked by the sun. I can’t imagine it would be pleasant to walk over with bare feet.”

    “There doesn’t seem to be an and to it.” Emily commented as she surveyed the situation. “Let’s see if we can find a place to cross.”

    Both girls walked for close to an hour as the sun got low, casting orange glowing light through the woods. It would not be long before they lost visibility and might not be able to make their way to the house. Emily stopped as she looked back at the lights above. “This path is curving. Best case it ends at the hills and we cant get around it. Worst case is it goes all the way around the house.”

    “We got to cross it.” Jenny said as she looked down, seeing the tar steam from a day with the sun on it. “I don’t think it is hot enough to hurt us and looks pretty solid. I don’t think we will sink in.”

    Emily took a breath. “I’ll give it a shot but I can barely stand right now.”

    “Come here!” Jenny said as she walked over to her sister. She grabbed her arms and pulled her up into a piggyback ride. Emily protested at first but didn’t have the energy to truly argue. “I can carry you across, no reason both of us have to step in this stuff.”

    Emily struggled a bit. “I supposed asking you to put me down wont do anything.”

    “Nope!” Jenny commented. “Your stuck back there will we are across!”

    Jenny stepped out onto the tar path the heat meeting the soft sole of her foot immediately. She didn’t wait for it to bother her, deciding to keep walking. Her other foot hit the tar and felt the heat as she went to move the previous foot. She was worried she would sink in, but the surface of the warm tar didn’t have much give. She peeled her foot up, leaving a faint footprint behind as she kept going. The heat was far from pleasant but she did not feel as if it was harming her perfect soles.

    The path had seemed so narrow when they were on the other side but now that Jenny’ feet were on it she realised it was much further. She put one foot in front of the other, trying to keep each foot on the uncomfortable tar as little as she could. She could not risk going to fast, though she was strong, Emily was not light, and she did not want to drop her onto the hot tar surface.

    Though she was not sinking into the tar Jenny was encountering another problem. Whereas the first few steps her soles separated from the tar without incident it was not so with subsequent steps. Tar was coating the bottoms of her tender soles and each step that accumulated more was sticking more and more to the tar on the path. Each step was harder than the one before and as she was moving at a decent pace at the beginning, now halfway across she was slowed down considerably. Jenny’s calf muscles flexed as the act of lifting her feet was more of a struggle and peeling sensation than the steps before. Jenny’s speed was no longer her choice, her steps laboured, and her feet were becoming harder and harder to separate from the path. By the time she reached the other edge her calves and leg muscles were in agony. She stopped, taking a breath before grabbing Emily’s arms and tossing her around her body and onto the grass beyond. Emily was not ready and fell onto her butt.

    “Owch!” Emily scolded as she looked up to Jenny. “But thanks, we did it. Let’s move onto the house and get some help.”

    Jenny’s body moved as if she was going to walk but did not gain any distance forward. She put her hands on her hips and sighed. “I think you are going to have to go on without me.”

    “What do you mean Jenny?” Emily asked. “I can’t go on without you. I need you.”

    “I can’t.” Jenny repleid in shame, crossing her arms. “I’m stuck.”

    “No not you too!” Emily called out. “Quick, you have to break free before that stuff like sets on you!”

    Jenny nodded and bent down to grab her calf. She tugged as hard as she could and at first it looked like her foot was not moving at all. She gritted her teeth and pulled, her heel coming up slowly as the tar began to stretch. Her skin struggled against the bond, but the tar was so spread out there was no peeling or ripping off possible. The tar was like thick sticky rubber and it cling to her sole like it was always a part of it.

    Jenny tried jerking her body forward but it was as if she was anchored to the ground. Though the tar gave her some stretch it would only give so much. She had to eventually let go and slowly the tar pulled her heel back in place until it rested right where it started. The sticky tar was like memory foam and any attempt to stretch or control it eventually was pulled back to reform where it started.

    Jenny leaned back; an act that would have left her flat on her ass if her feet weren’t anchored in place. Her toes came up, sticky tendrils of shiny black tar linking the pads of each of her toes to the path. They would not come up as far as her heels and the strain on her individual toes was too much. She could wiggle her toes a little in the tar but they were not going far.

    Emily went to step forward to help, but Jenny raised a hand. “You can’t help me. Don’t you dare put even a single toe on this path!”

    “But maybe the two of us can break you free?” Emily suggested. “I can step on it and help you then step off before it starts to stick to me.”

    “This stuff had me on step one.” Jenny commented. “The only reason I could take steps was because I was moving at first. Now that I am stationary it is locked to my feet. I cannot budge! You set your feet on this path and tug on my legs the stuff will grab you in seconds. If we are both stuck to it, we will be totally screwed.”

    “Keep trying!” Emily begged, her toes at the edge of the tar path, seeming to take all of her willpower not to step out and help her sister. “You are the athlete, the strong one. If anyone can set foot out of that tar it’s you!”

    Jenny nodded, feeling adrenaline pour into her body. She had been trying all day to free others who were hopelessly stuck and now it was her that was stuck. She would use all of her strength; all of her willpower and she would break free of the black sticky tar under her feet no matter what.

    She grabbed her leg and lunged forward, using the momentum and gravity to give herself some strength. The tar clung at her soles, locking her toes tight in place, hungrily gripping the balls of her feet and even climbing up and coating her high arches. Her heels were the only parts of her feet she could move at all, and they only rose up slightly as she lunged, desperately trying to gain freedom. But again, and again the tar locked her skin and pulled back against her. No matter how much strength she threw at the tar it always had more. It was like a hungry, greedy monster that would not release what it had taken. The tar had a super secure grip on every inch of skin on her heels, soles and toes that it had claimed and it could not be broken.

    Jenny screamed as she yanked on her legs furiously again and again, hoping that she might find some kind of weakness in the bond that had her soles on lock. However, her exertion was met with nothing but failure and stinging skin that had been pulled hard but not released. Little by little the tar seemed to be cooling and the very act of stretching it seemed to grow impossible.

    Her feet were flat against a solid surface at the beginning but the movement and the struggling was making her sink in. Jenny’s toes were sunk in so the tar had come up over her toenails and locked each toe in tight. It was like she was stuck in cement, and she could not wiggle a single toe if her life depended on it. The normally high arches of her feet were practically gone, buried into the tar that was eager to claim them and strap them in place. The tar had slid up past her heel and was now clutching at the base of her Achilles tendon. As the adrenaline wore off Jenny was not free, and her feet were locked into the sticky tar and would not budge at all. It was like she was in hardened cement and nothing short of construction equipment could set her free.

    “It’s no use.” Jenny admitted, struggling to catch her breath. “I’m going to break my ankles before they come out of this stuff.”

    Emily looked down as if she was searching desperately for some kind of hope or other idea to combat the situation. However, the depth and bond of the tar on Jenny’s pale feet was a dire indicator that the athletic girl would not move anytime soon. She was as tightly adhered as her mother and as tightly bogged as Erika. For the third time that day Emily was forced to admit that someone she cared about could not move no matter what she did about it.”

    “Leaving the others was really hard.” Jenny admitted. “Now that I’m stuck and on the other end of it I gotta admit it really sucks.”

    “I can’t go on alone.” Emily admitted. “I wish I was the one stuck and you were free. I know you could get help and get everyone unstuck.”

    “Well, I am the one stuck.” Jenny admitted. “And there is nothing we can do that will change that. It is almost dark and you gotta get to that house. I’m stuck, the dark won’t mean much to me. You need to see where you are going. Get help, call the fire brigade.”

    “I promise I will get you out of that.” Emily said as she nodded and turned. She knew that the longer she looked at her sister, trapped and helpless the harder it would be to move. She willed her feet to start moving and her legs begrudgingly followed. She was filled with dread and despair but as long as she was free and unstuck, there was hope for the others.

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