Katie ends up lost in the woods
From Create Your Own Story
| Status | ||
| Condition | Pissed Off, Soaking Wet and Lost | Apparel and Items: Soaked, Tattered, Translucent Sundress, Soaked, Transparent Panties |
| Day, Time | Thursday | |
| Need to Bathroom | Unknown | |
| Level of Humiliation | Quite, but Alone | |
Katie began stumbling back through the forest, heading in what she remembered was the direction of the road, getting more pissed by the moment. If her damned GPS hadn't died, if she hadn't run into that fucking pervert mechanic, and if she hadn't let her temper get the best of her, she wouldn't be in her current predicament.
She floundered through the forest for what seemed like hours, bumping into trees and slipping in muddy puddles, barely hearing the sounds of her dress taking more abuse against the rough bark of the trees. Slogging through yet another puddle, she felt branches and stones jab her frozen soles, her sandals apparently stuck in the mire behind her, but she couldn't bring herself to care enough to try to retrieve them. She carried on, ignoring the stinging pain in her bare soles, every step just a little darker than the last. As she walked, the rain let up, though it brought her little comfort.
After a while, her anger was replaced by worry, and she stopped. Shivering in the cold fog, she looked about again, and realized she had no idea where she was. Rocky forest pressed in on her from all sides, shrouded in the still-thick grey fog. A stream burbled by past her, and she wondered if it was the one she had crossed just before her tire blew, though she had no idea if she was up- or downstream from her car at this point.
Leaning against a tree, she looked down at herself. Her bare feet were covered in mud, and her dress was a tattered mess. Great swathes of her pale flesh shone through the gaping holes in her dress, her right nipple stabbing through one over her breast. The hem had been a little above her knees when she started. Now, it was a jagged, torn line roughly at crotch height, with what looked like streamers hanging lower than that. At least her panties were intact.
Shivering, Katie wrapped her arms around her chest, gasping as her arm rubbed against her diamond-hard nipples. The darkness was near-complete now. It had to be nightfall at this point. She looked about one last time, and spotted a stony trail leading uphill, away from the stream. She was downright exhausted, and wanted to rest, but maybe she should push on. There was also a hollow in the base of the tree she was leaning against. Maybe she could shelter there for the night, and find her car in the morning.
Katie goes upstream, trying to find her car
Katie goes downstream, trying to find her car
