Arianna runs

Arianna did not take anything. She would not be seen like this, and everything left here was useless. The boxes were broken, the net was broken - what was she trying to save?

She took off past the waterfall, careful only that she did not step on anything that would harm her loose feet. She felt her chest move too freely and kept an arm over it, the other out to catch herself if she fell. She did not want any more accidents.

It did not take long, however, before she realized how turned around she was. She went off any trail to get here, and now, she had nothing. The forest was rather large, but it was attached to a city - it did not go on forever. In fact, if she stayed still, someone would likely come by...

Except she did not want that. She breathed in deep and opened her ears. Far off, she heard the sound of water. Yes. Not the waterfall, no, but some sort of stream. Taking that in some direction would likely take her to the creek that leg back to the park.

She began to head that way. Humid and hot as it was, with dulled sunlight from the forest, she did not dry off much over the ten minutes she walked. Each second was painful to her - not to her feet. They were actually fine. She was accustomed to walking barefoot. But to the idea that someone could find her, or also that she could be more lost than she imagined.

The water noise got louder. Excitedly, she moved to a nearby jutting rock that overlooked a hill.

Except it was no hill.

The rock's edge was slippery with morning dew and moss. She tumbled over the rock to what was nearly a cliff into water. It was a pond - a decent sized one at that. She groped for anything to keep her from falling. It was a bit of a ways, likely fifteen or twenty feet. She thought it might be fine, but then again, it could be shallow.

Her arms tangled in some vines growing across the rocks to nearby trees. She grasped well, though felt the vines coming loose bit by bit. Her back was pressed against the soft rocks. She felt her arms unable to move, the vines beginning around her forearm to her fingers, wrapped three or four times over. It was what she wanted, but then again...

She saw slowly approaching a boat. It had two men on it, middle aged, with fishing poles. Neither had completely cast out, as both were looking directly at her.

Arianna's dress was in three ways failing. At the distance they were at, they likely could not see the intricacies of her curves under the wet dress, but still she was hanging there above them, her arms up, her chest jutted out. They could likely see somewhat the complete cleavage she had to display, the space between her breasts in full view with the vanished buttons, the edges of her areolae dangerously close to the edges the dress had opened. Lastly, she was sliding downward. She already slid nearly a foot, though it was slowly. A slow, steady movement as her body's weight let the vines go. As she slid, her dress did not. It lifted from her knees to her waist, then slightly above. Even worse, the wetness from all the waterfall put weight on her panties, and they had rolled slightly, making them smaller than before. Though she was still covered, they had ridden lower in the roll, sitting below her hip bone, giving away more of her pelvic region than she wanted.

"Hang on! I'll climb up there and pull you up!" One of the men said and dove into the water. The other clamored to keep the boat upright and slowly moved closer to her.

Arianna wanted to get up herself, but her armstrength, especially at this angle, was not enough. She struggled and felt the vines slip more, thus sliding the dress higher on her body. Now, it was above her belly and encroaching across her ribs. Just another foot and it would unfurl her chest!

She thought she could free herself, though that would mean falling, which could be dangerous. She could, however, wait for the man who had already reached land. Surely he would not take too long?