Much relieved, she found that the rope was firmly attached to the wall. But to her unexpected chagrin, the wall had been outfitted on either side of the rope with small hooks. (Patreon)

She hadn’t detected these, and her climbing position kept her upper body far enough from the wall that they hadn’t been an issue. Her legs, however, were a different story. The hooks found purchase in her pant legs, and her attempts to extricate them were futile. As she climbed the wall, her pants were slipping down!

Sadly, there was no going back, due to the quicksand. And her attempts to free the garment were frustrated by the number of hooks and the variety of angles they had been placed at. Again, she’d have to sacrifice an article of clothing to the circumstances. This was not how her infiltrations had ever gone in the past, and it made her nervous as she continued up the wall in her hat, top, and white panties.