Another sequel, this time to Kinktober 2021 - Day 19 - Public/HumiliationSamantha Lang was not a woman who enjoyed spending time in the spotlight. For as long as she could remember, social anxiety had been her constant companion, stifling friendships and stifling any attempt at an active social life in its crib. When she started university, she promised herself that things would be different this time, that in this new environment, she wouldn’t let her fears keep her from engaging with the rest of the student body… only to spend the next four years stammering, blushing and burying herself in her books rather than tempt possible humiliation in a social encounter.Things would be different now that she’d graduated. They had to be, for she’d worked too hard and achieved too much to go through life afraid of her own shadow. Accepting the invitation to the city’s public Christmas Gala was a good first step to forcing her out of her shell. She’d even gone to the length of buying herself a red silk cheongsam to wear, the garment flattering her slender figure and drawing more than a few eyes towards the pretty Chinese woman. For the first time since she could remember, Samantha felt at ease in a crowd, her anxieties dissipating as she joined the thousands of others in celebration, looking forward to the rest of the evening.That was then. Now… now was a nightmare that made her regret ever stepping foot outside of the house. The masked men with guns storming the Gala were certainly most unwelcome, and being dragged off as a hostage and bound while they delivered their interminable list of demands didn’t improve matters.But did they really have to have so many cameras with them, all with a clear view of her, helpless and afraid?“Item 87: we demand that the city change the names of the following streets--”Groaning, Samantha strained against the ropes holding her fast. A half-dozen of the terrorists had occupied the room where she was being held to deliver their broadcast, but were so engrossed in proclaiming their message that her efforts at escape attracted no attention. Yet the dark-haired woman couldn’t help but feel eyes upon her. Every television in the city was no doubt tuned in to the grand drama playing out in real-time, which meant that thousands had watched as her wrists were bound behind her back, before she was forced onto a chair and held in place with more coils looping beneath her breasts. As her pleas for mercy were stifled by a wad of cloth forced into her mouth and held in place with a strip of silk cleaving her soft pink lips. As one of the terrorists took advantage of her helplessness to unclasp the collar of her cheongsam and tear it down, leaving her black lacy bra exposed to the scrutiny of the viewing public… “Mmmmppppgggh!” she screamed, cheeks burning red with embarrassment, and her struggles intensified, unwilling to endure this situation a single moment longer.After all, death was one thing, but far preferable to this humiliation…. The first outing of Samantha Lang seemed to be pretty popular, so I'd be interested in seeing what you all think of this latest installment, and if you'd like to see more of her in the future, even outside of Kinktober.

And on another positive note, that's two stories I've done in one day, which I'm rather proud of myself for. As previously stated, my productivity hasn't been the best in the past year, so hopefully this is me starting to turn the tide a bit. Enjoy!

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