Yes In Anger

Angry at her rotten luck, she charged ahead towards the mudslide. As her anger grew, she began breaking and yanking branches that snagged her. It became easier to progress as her anger grew.

As she got closer to the mudslide she became more and more careless in her attempts to unsnared herself from the brush. Angry, she had no idea what she had done, so fixated was she on getting free of the brush and up the cliff. As her right nipple came free from her tank top again, she didn't stop to fix it. She just wanted to be up the cliff already, so neither her exposed nipple nor faint tearing sounds slowed her down.

Eventually, she broke free of the brush, with a final ripping sound last accompanying her freedom. The rocks and twigs beneath her feet turned into soft dirt, and she paused again to wipe her brow, then slipped her shoes on, elated to be free.

She was temporarily overjoyed but soon began to realize the price of her haste, as before long her top was a tattered mess of ribbons, torn by the branches' grasping claws. The tear beneath her breast spread around her side, exposing her ribcage below the breast. While the material still covered her nipple, it had lost much of its' tension, and it did not cling as tightly as it used to. She found another branch had poked her right strap, tearing it partway, but it still held on.

Despite their damaged state, her shorts didn't fare much better. What was left of their legs ended at mid-thigh, and those parts were riddled with tears, with her panties peeking out through many of them. From the seam on her hip down to the seam in the back, the split over her right cheek was now so large that the entire cheek was visible. Her pants were adorned with some tattered scraps of material, which did nothing to protect her cheek from the sun, if anything, they accentuated the way her right behind was exposed.

The young woman flushed when she realized her right breast was about to break free from her top yet again, as the crack in her ass could be seen through the hole on the back of her shorts. If someone saw her like this…

Instead of allowing the thought to linger, she pushed herself up the mudslide, crawling up as best she could, treading hard while trying to get a grip on the soft dirt. Soon she stood again at the top of the cliff face. It wouldn't be long until she would be back in her home, so she sat down on a fallen log to take a break. She felt reasonably certain of where she was, and it wouldn't take much time for her to get there.