Faith 3: Faith does her best against the forces of nature on her rescue mission

Before the legendary hallway collision, as Sophie ran off toward Mia, Faith started her rescue mission in the living room.

The wind was accelerating around Lucy. She blindly spun with it, twirling without any effort of her own. Her pace was quickly ramping toward the miniature tornado speed of the bedrooms.

Faith needed to act fast, but also carefully. She could tell Lucy was disoriented and couldn’t see. Faith didn’t want Lucy getting hurt because of her.

The redhead lunged forward with her hands out, trying to gently push the new centerpiece of the living room out of the eye of the storm. Faith aimed to gently nudge her between the couch and coffee table, toward the kitchen.

Unfortunately for Faith, as her hands approached the nearly-naked human merry-go-round, her own punishment kicked in. She had acted at just the wrong moment, as Lucy turned squarely away from her.

Faith’s arms lunged much lower than expected. Instead of pushing, her hands turned and firmly grasped both of Lucy’s petite butt cheeks.

“EEP!” Lucy shrieked. She jumped out of her skin at the sudden booty squeeze. Her natural reaction was to escape whatever or whoever was groping her, so she lunged away and immediately tumbled over the coffee table.

Faith tried her best to cradle the blind woman on her way down. The redhead had one arm protecting Lucy’s dress-turned-inverted-parachute covered head. With her other arm, it would’ve probably been more natural to support Lucy’s legs, but due to Faith’s punishment, her grabby hand stayed firmly planted. She palmed Lucy’s ass and safely guided her down to the ground with the wind still whipping around them at high speed.

Faith’s cumbersome grip, Lucy’s dizziness, and the tumultuous chaos of the room combined to make Lucy’s landing really awkward. Her see-through-underwear-covered butt rubbed along the corner of the coffee table, and her legs stuck into the air while Faith carefully placed Lucy’s head and shoulders on the ground.

Lucy was free from whatever magical column of air had been blasting her dress up, so she was able to regain some vision and pop her head out of her inside-out upside-down dress. She slid onto the floor, her butt and legs gently scraping along the rough edge of the game board as she descended. She was unhurt but extremely disoriented.

Faith flipped Lucy over onto her hands and knees, grabbed one hand, and yanked her into the kitchen. Something around Lucy’s knees was snagged onto the table. Faith didn’t give her time to think about what that meant, so Lucy blindly kicked her legs free from the snare and crawled into the kitchen after the tiptoeing pale redhead.

Their escape was just in time as clump after clump of laundry flew in from the bedrooms right where they just were. A large fabric vortex formed that overtook most of the center of the room.

Now that Lucy was out of her personal magical column of air and taking cover from the rest of the wind, she frantically yoinked her dress down and was surprised to see how short it seemed.

If Lucy thought the bodice of her dress was tangled and bunched up after the vent incident, it was almost unrecognizable now. A loop of entangled laces and stretched fabric constricted her around the center of her torso. She was still wearing her tight white underblouse, so her fully covered bust hung over the top of the bodice like it was a tight belt. It was all bunched up and rolled over itself, so the hemline of her pleated skirt hung MUCH higher than usual.

At the start of the day, Lucy’s dress had been prim, proper, fluffy, and modest enough to almost cover her knees. Now, it was flimsy, raggedy, fluffless, and barely long enough to cover her intimates. It fluttered with what little wind entered the kitchen alcove, and Lucy’s face turned beet red as she held it down in front and back. Sure, she was wearing underwear underneath, but Lucy didn’t plan on giving anyone a peek anytime soon, especially considering how naughty the see-through panties were!

Now that Lucy was out of harm’s way, Faith saw another urgent catastrophe. She didn’t hesitate and leapt into action, leaving Lucy in her safe little alcove.

Faith dove with her toes pointed and hands outstretched, trying with all her might to catch her suitcase. Her and Sophie’s luggage bunker had fallen apart and both suitcases were rolling and tumbling toward the vortex. As Sophie’s was swallowed up, Faith barely managed to snatch the handle on her own.

Powerful forces were at work, trying to take their clothes, and Faith wasn’t about to give hers up so easily!

Faith held onto the handle for dear life. She stood on her toes a few feet behind the couch, but that distance was promptly closed as her smooth boots slid across the soft carpet. She ended up leaning over the back of the couch, bent at the waist with both hands holding her suitcase a few inches from the vortex.

Faith wasn’t strong enough to free the luggage from the pull of the clothnado as the wind whirled around her, but she also wasn’t going to give up.

At a particularly calm moment, Faith gained some ground and almost captured the suitcase, but that was short lived. Stood up on tiptoes and bent at the waist as she was, Faith didn’t have much traction on the floor, and her Continental Drift punishment kicked in. Her stance lowered as her feet slowly slid apart. All progress was lost as she tipped forward, almost letting go completely.

Only the pull of the wind stopped Faith from falling face first into a slump on the couch. Holding onto the suitcase with both hands kept her aloft as her lower half sunk further and further down into a wider stance. Faith stopped trying to wrest control of the suitcase and focused completely on keeping her toes pointed.