Not a stitch

Nyssa was panting when she came to a stop near the cliffside. She was tempted to just climb down to the spring. It was at least private there, and much more relaxing than this.

Unconsciously, Nyssa crossed her arms. She looked around, pacing, still glancing back over her shoulder occasionally to make sure she wasn't followed. Hopefully the assassins wouldn't care so long as she kept her distance. And when she did have to go back, she'd at least be dressed.

What had Sara said? The boulder with three lines on. A few stones out here were marked for some long-forgotten reason, she knew what she was looking for.

As she walked, Nyssa straightened her hair again, the dampness starting to fade. She wasn't going to leave any sign of her lack of presentability.

There! She spotted a boulder, and hurried over to it. Quickly she crouched, pushing into it with her shoulder to try and make it move. It rolled slightly, but the ground beneath it was bare.

Nyssa faltered.

She circled the boulder again, started to become slightly frantic. Sara had said she'd left her clothes here! They had to be around here somewhere! Nyssa picked up the pace, beginning to run and crossing her arms a little tighter as certain parts of her moved.

Was there another marked boulder? She hadn't seen anything the first time she'd been here, but she'd assumed she'd been distracted, or hadn't looked hard enough. Sara had said...

Nyssa went from boulder to boulder, increasingly aware of her own nudity as it became all too apparent that wasn't going to be changing any time soon.

Had they been moved. or, more likely, had Sara lied? She did seem to be enjoying this...

Which meant she'd run past those assassins, exposed her butt to them, for no reason. And she had to go past them again if she wanted to get back. Nyssa swallowed.

When she caught up with Sara again... Nyssa growled, giving a last, **** look around the cliffside.

The best there was, was the rope still hanging over the edge. Nyssa walked up to it, and pulled it up. She hadn't thought about it last time, but last time she hadn't expected to be nude for as long as it seemed she was going to be, and just then she'd be grateful for even a stray leaf. Crouching, Nyssa pulled the last of the rope up from the spring below, and sat down with it in her lap.

It was long enough to loop around her a handful of times, even if it only had a couple of fingers worth of thickness. Biting her lip, Nyssa looked herself up and down.

Then she tied it around her chest, figuring it was her best hope of hiding some part of herself. She could change it later if she felt like it, but it wouldn't cover her bum, and her hands did a better job of hiding her sex. Her breasts, meanwhile, were hard to keep hold of, particularly if she wanted to run, and they always seemed to slip into view.

The rope coiled around her chest three times. She adjusted the loops, making sure the central one lay over her nipples, before tightening the knot.

To think the Heir of the Demon had to resort to wearing so little... Nyssa swallowed, then reluctantly turned back the way she'd come. Once more past the campsite.