Samantha Uncontrolled

[Rawr112]

Agree with above poster- when is the next installment about Samantha?

[Rawr112]

Poke

[Debbifan]

Or at least an update about progress.

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My heart was beating so hard that each beat echoed in my ears, like a war drum warning me of the danger waiting for me. Through the barely perceptible opening between the two door panels, I continued to scan the hallway. Empty. Lit with soft and warm lights. Too open.

I swallowed with difficulty. My mouth was dry, my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth. My chest rose and fell irregularly, unable to find a steady rhythm.

I had to move.

With a trembling impulse, I placed my hand on the door. The material was cold, smooth, but solid. Its polished wooden surface was sleek, and the contrast in temperature with my skin made me shiver. The contact was enough to remind me how exposed I was. There was no clothing to buffer the world. Only my naked skin touching every object, every texture, every threat directly.

I opened it a bit more.

The hallway stretched wide and empty before me, its walls adorned with posters and golden moldings. The carpet covering it had a deep wine color, and my bare feet made contact with it as if stepping on embers. Not because of the heat, but because of the intensity. The change in texture, from the padded carpet of the theater to this new surface, felt like a symbolic transition. I was stepping out of the dark into the uncertain.

I took a step.

Then another.

Each advance was small, hesitant, as if my legs needed to rediscover the art of walking. I tried to stay pressed against the wall, searching for any shadow, any protrusion where I could hide if someone appeared.

But there weren’t many hiding places.

The air was fresher in this corridor, and every draft made me shrug my shoulders. The sweat on my back became sticky, making me feel more uncomfortable, more vulnerable, as if the very air of the place were touching me boldly.

I pressed my lips together and moved a bit further.

But the subtle sound of something distanta door slamming, a barely audible voicemade me jump back suddenly. With my heart in my throat, I threw myself back into the theater, pushing the door just enough to hide again in the darkness of the seats.

My breathing became even more erratic, my chest heaving, my skin damp, my throat tight.

I can't. I can't do this. They'll see me. They'll find me…

But that door…

That door was still open.

And on the other side, the threat of being left behind. Alone.

I waited. Counted to ten. Then twenty.

Nothing.

Nobody.

With a trembling resolve, I pushed the door again. This time, I stepped through completely.

My entire body slid through the threshold, leaving the theater behind.

And just as I finished crossing, the heavy door began to close slowly on its own, pushed by the swing of its own weight. I couldn’t help but turn while it did.

The sound of it closing was sharp, hollow, final.

The wood gently hit my bare back before closing completely. It was warm, from the accumulated heat of the interior, and the polished texture left a strange sensation on my skin: slippery, but firm. Definitive.

And then I understood what I had done.

I was no longer inside.

I was outside.

In the full theater.

With nothing.

The hallway stretched before me like an abyss of marble and silence. The first step was the hardest. The floor, unlike the carpet of the auditorium, was smooth, hard, cold, and the direct contact of my bare feet with the polished marble caused an immediate startle. The coldness of the material seeped from the soles of my feet up to my ankles, sending a chill up my legs, like a warning signal.

I pressed myself against the wall, every inch of my skin bristling, as if the marble itself could give me away.

My eyes moved quickly, inspecting every visible corner, searching for somethinganythingthat could offer me a hiding spot, partial cover, a shadow that at least made me feel like I wasn’t completely exposed.

But the hallway was brutally open.

The walls, adorned with elegant moldings, were smooth, without niches or protruding decorations. Along the corridor, a couple of backless wooden benches offered rest to the theater’s visitors, but now they seemed cruel tauntings: too small, too visible.

There was nowhere to hide.

What am I doing here? What am I doing?

Every step was agony. Not just because of the cold, but because the perfectly polished floor amplified every sound. The light tapping of the soles of my bare feet against the marble echoed in my ears as if I were marching in metal boots.

I stopped constantly, every few steps, at the slightest sound in the distance. A murmur. The creak of a door. The sound of an air conditioning unit turning on. Everything was a threat.

My ears were hypersensitive, honed by fear. I picked up everything.

My vision became sharper, every light, every shadow analyzed frantically by my mind. I looked over my shoulder every second, expecting someone to turn a corner, come out of a door, or have some figure appear suddenly.

I shrank more and more, my arms tense against my sides, my hands trying to seem neutral even though there was nothing to do with them. My thighs tight, my shoulders tense.

God… I can’t do this. There’s no way out. No cover. No escape.

I didn’t know the place. I was just a visitor. Nobody knew me here… but that wasn’t reassuring.

It made things worse.

I wasn’t Samy, the respected engineer. I was just a lost naked woman in a public building.

And every step I took took me further from the theater… and closer to the risk.

But still, I forced myself to keep going.

Because if I stopped… if I went back… there would be no return.

And they wouldn’t come looking for me again.

The hallway seemed endless. Every meter I walked increased the burning sensation in my chest, and the constant contact of my skin with the polished floor made me feel like every step marked a countdown. I moved pressed against the wall, like a nervous shadow trying to blend with the plaster, marble, and silence.

Everything in me was tension. Every muscle was tensed, every sense on alert, every heartbeat a sharp blow against my ribs. I shouldn’t make noise. I shouldn’t draw attention.

I turned the corner with great care, my back brushing the wall, my fingers brushing the smooth surface as if I could lean on it, as if the wall could protect me.

And then, the luck that had carried me this far abandoned me.

The voices appeared suddenly.

Light, carefree, a casual conversation among laughs. Before I could even try to retreat, they were already there.

Two girls.

Dressed in comfortable clothes, tight jeans, loose t-shirts. One of them with a backpack slung across her chest, the other holding a drink in her hand. Probably tourists. Or just visitors. They seemed to be enjoying an ordinary day.

Until they saw me.

It was an eternal second.

Their laughs stopped abruptly. Their eyes widened, first out of surprise. Their steps halted dead in front of me, standing just a few meters away, completely naked.

My body reacted before my mind did.

My arms shot up, clumsily crossing over my chest, one arm covering me as best as it could, the other lowering toward my hips in an automatic rigidity. My legs closed tightly, my thighs trembling, my face burning with shame.

My eyes wide open. My breath held.

What… murmured one of them, as if trying to process what she was seeing.

The other wasn’t slow to recover her speech, but this time her voice was filled with suppressed laughter.

Seriously? What kind of show are they putting on here? Did you get lost from the stage, honey?

The first one burst into laughter.

Or is this part of a private performance? Because you’re really into your role…

My body didn’t move. I could only tighten my arms around myself more. My cheeks burned like fire.

Don’t you feel cold like that? asked the one with the backpack, tilting her head. Her tone wasn’t compassionate. It was mocking.

Did they steal your clothes? Or did you escape from somewhere? added the other with a mischievous smile.

I couldn’t answer. I couldn’t do anything.

The words jostled in my throat, but none came out. My voice had been lost, erased by shame, fear, disbelief.

I was just there.

Exposed. Silent.

And they… they were laughing.

The air around me seemed to disappear. Every second in front of those two girls felt like an eternity suspended in pure humiliation. My arms, tense and trembling, barely managed to cover what was necessary. Every exposed centimeter of my skin felt as though it were burning under their scrutinizing eyes.

They looked at me boldly, without disguise, from head to toe. As if I were an attraction, something straying from the ordinary and turning into free entertainment.

Their glances were quick but precise. They traveled down my tense shoulders, paused at the line of my collarbones, at the defensive curve of my chest covered by one arm, at my protruding ribs due to my hunching, at my hips, at my trembling legs. Then they went back up, with a mix of mockery, disbelief, and a strange, morbid pleasure at seeing me like this.

Completely defenseless.

I felt the cold floor biting the soles of my feet, but it was nothing compared to the scorching heat covering my face. My cheeks, forehead, neckeverything burned as if shame manifested physically, like a fever I couldn’t conceal.

I tried to open my mouth. I had to say something, anything.

“II’m sorry…” I murmured, almost voiceless.

I didn’t know exactly why I was apologizing. For being there? For having interrupted them? For existing at that moment?

The girl with the backpack burst into laughter.

“Are you sorry? For what, exactly? For escaping your dressing room without any costume?”

“Or for walking through the theater as if it were your private bathroom?” added the other, crossing her arms while looking at me with a twisted smile.

The words hurt me. Not because of their harshness, but because of how lightly they were spoken. As if my humiliation were a passing joke.

The first one raised an eyebrow.

“By the way, if you’re going that way”she pointed with her thumb toward the corridor I had planned to follow“you’ll end up right at the security check. Earlier, we saw a guard talking to someone. I think they’re checking something.”

Panic coursed through me like a lightning bolt.

“II didn’t know…” I stammered, taking a half step back, hunching further.

“And where exactly were you planning to go?” asked the one in the loose T-shirt, as if playing a game.

I swallowed hard. The knot in my throat barely let me speak.

“To the… parking lot.”

A brief silence. Then, the two looked at each other… and burst into laughter.

“Really!?” the backpack girl exclaimed, holding her stomach.
“Wow! That’s quite a bold stroll,” said the other with a wide smile, her eyes closing. “All this just to get to your car naked? How daring.”

I wanted to disappear. I felt my entire body shrinking beyond the physical. Shame had turned into pain. Desperation.

And I still had so far to go.

Still trembling in front of the two girls, I clung to what little I could cover, feeling that every second I spent in their presence stripped me of more of what little dignity I had left. But then I saw something that made my blood run cold.

The backpack girl slid her hand into the back pocket of her jeans and pulled out her phone.

My body reacted instantly. I hunched further, lowering my head, instinctively bending my knees, as if that could make me invisible.

“Please, no! Don’t take pictures!” I sobbed, my voice tense, almost pleading.

She stopped for a second, surprised by my reaction. Then she looked at me with a lopsided smile, as if my plea had given her an idea she hadn’t considered.

“Photos? Well… that hadn’t occurred to me,” she said, slowly lifting the phone. “But now that you mention it… it’d be a nice souvenir.”

Goddamn it… no… why did I say that?

My heart raced again, not from the cold or embarrassment, but from this new threat. My body wasn’t just visible; now it was capturable. Frozen. Shareable.

She pointed the phone at me with a playful smile while her friend burst into laughter again, taking a couple of steps back for a better view.

I tried to cover myself more, but my arms couldn’t do anything else.

Click.

The sound pierced me like a lance.

Another click.

Then, as if struck by divine lightning, my gaze flew up and saw beyond them.

People.

In the distance, walking through the cross corridor. Four, maybe five. Visitors.

My face changed instantly.

My eyes opened wide, my eyebrows lifted in panic, and my mouth half-opened in a pure expression of terror. And just then, another click.

They caught that. God, they caught that.

Without thinking, without saying another word, I turned and ran.

The cold marble under my feet felt like fire now, the echo of my footsteps resonating through the empty corridors as I fled. I felt every muscle in my legs strained, my arms pressed against me in a vain attempt to cover what was essential, sweat mixing with the icy air hitting my face.

From behind, I heard their voices.

“Have fun!” one shouted.
“And don’t get lost!” the other laughed.

Their laughter faded into the distance as I turned a corner, breathing in gasps, desperate to find another exit.

Any route. Any escape.

Even if it led me further from the parking lot…

I had to disappear.

I ran without direction, without air, without purpose. My bare feet hit the marble hard, each impact sending a pulse of pain to my ankles, but I couldn’t stop. Fear drove me more than any rational thought. The echo of my own footsteps seemed to pursue me, as loud as my frantic heartbeat.

I turned another corridor, maybe the third, without knowing exactly how far I was from the auditorium... or the parking lot. The only thing I knew for sure was I couldn’t go back the way I came.

Behind me, somewhere in the theater’s labyrinth, laughter still echoed. Not from the girls. This time, new voices. Adult voices. Talking. Walking.

I couldn’t see them. I didn’t know where they were coming from. But they were close.

Very close.

The sound of shoes on marble, the murmur of unintelligible words. I could feel them approaching. Fear overtook my muscles again. If they saw me…

I forced myself to look around. I needed a hiding place. Now.

And then I saw it.

A maintenance cart covered with a gray tarp. It was pushed against a dark corner, near a column. Only a couple of meters between it and the wall.

I ran to it without thinking.

I slid behind the cart, pressing against the cold wall, my body curled up like a crumpled leaf. I pulled part of the tarp toward me, covering myself as best as I could, and closed my eyes tightly.

The rough, dusty material scraped my sweat-drenched skin, making me shiver. It was uncomfortable, suffocating… but better than being completely exposed.

From there, I clearly heard footsteps passing a few meters away. Laughter, a cough, a door opening in the distance.

I waited.

And waited.

Only when everything fell silent did I dare to move.

I slowly stood up, barely poking my head out, my eyes scanning the corridor. Empty. For now.

But I couldn’t stay there.

I had to keep going.

There was no way to go back. That route was lost, watched over, saturated with people. And now, photographed too.

So I took the opposite corridor, walking with quick, short steps, my muscles still stiff from the cold and tension.

The echo of my bare feet against the marble was constant, each step a reminder of what I was doing: walking naked through a public building.

A new corridor opened before me, narrower, less decorated, almost dimly lit. Its walls were a duller color, with white doors on either side, some labeled with signs I didn’t take the time to read.

It was then that I saw it.

An emergency exit.

Simple, metallic, with a red horizontal bar and the typical “EXIT” sign above it.

My heart raced even more.

I stopped in front of it, breathing heavily. My hand slowly raised, touching the cold metal of the bar.

But I didn’t push it.

What if this exit leads to the street? What if there are people outside? Or cameras? Or an alarm?

I couldn’t know.

I had no map. I didn’t know this place.

I was alone. Without information. Naked. Without room for error.

The door was both a promise and a threat.

And now, I had to decide.

The footsteps were approaching. They were no longer vague or scattered like before. They were firm. Rhythmic. Accompanied by clearer, nearer voices. I didn’t have time to process, to think, to calculate routes or risks.

Fear took hold of me completely.

Without another option, my hands launched themselves against the metal bar of the emergency door and pushed it hard. The sound of the mechanism unlocking pierced my chest like a sharp gunshot.

The heavy door opened, and without thinking, I crossed the threshold.

In doing so, the edge of the frame grazed the outer part of my chest, sliding against the sensitive skin in an unexpected contact that made me grimace. An immediate chill ran through my torso. Not just due to physical discomfort, but because of the silent violence of the act.

The door closed behind me with a muffled thud.

And I knew, instantly, that there was no going back.

The sound of the latch reengaging was definitive. Brutal.

I was outside.

Totally outside.

The contrast was immediate. The wind hit my bare skin like a sudden torrent, surrounding me without permission. It wasn’t cold, but I felt it as if it were. Each gust passed through my waist, thighs, chest, and tense arms still crossed. The open air didn’t caress; it battered.

And the sun…

The sun was high. Its light fell upon me like an accusation.

Bright. Indiscreet. Unrelenting.

My skin gleamed from the thin layer of sweat accumulated throughout the journey. The contrast between the fresh wind and the scorching heat of the sun confused my senses, generating an overwhelming hyper-awareness.

I felt everything.

Every inch of my skin, every thread of air, every particle of light.

And the ground…

The gray pavement beneath my feet was rough, uneven. The gritty concrete of the theater’s exterior platform lightly scraped the soles of my feet with each unsure step I took, reminding me that I was no longer within closed walls.

There was no carpet. No marble.

Only stone, wind, and open sky.

I turned for an instant. The metal door remained closed behind me. There was no exterior handle. Nothing I could push to return inside.

There was no way to go back.

And for the first time since everything began, I understood with pain that I was truly alone.

Fortunately, no one was in the building’s rear area. Just an external corridor, a ramp for technical access, some metal maintenance boxes, and a small iron grille delineating the perimeter.

But that solitude was precarious. Fragile.

It could shatter at any moment.

And if someone arrived… I would still be here.

Naked, completely bare, unprotected, with no way out.

The midday warm air continued to envelop my body like an unwelcome blanket, with no refuge. I pressed my arms tighter against my chest, my fingers slightly digging into the sweat-dampened skin, while my gaze moved over the surroundings with growing anxiety.

The rear of the theater was nothing more than a service area: cracked concrete, plain walls, a few metal boxes against the wall, and a row of ducts descending from the ceiling like gray snakes. Beyond that, a metal grille marked the perimeter. It wasn’t tall, but crossing it would leave me even more exposed, even more visible from any angle.

Where? Left or right?

My eyes moved quickly, searching for any clue. I knew the parking lot had to be somewhere, but I had never been behind the theater, never under these circumstances.

I took a deep breath, the sun striking my back with intensity, making me want to curl up even more. Each ray seemed to accuseme, marking me. The light touched my skin without permission, without fabric to filter it, making every step outdoors feel like a transgression against myself.

I decided to move toward the right, hugging the building with short steps, pressed against the rough wall. The abrasive surface lightly scratched my shoulder with each touch, but it offered an illusion of shelter. It was all that stood between me and the open sky and any sudden prying eyes.

Every corner I turned was a leap of faith.

Every stretch covered without being seen was a tiny victory.

The soles of my feet burned with the mix of pavement heat and its uneven texture. The outside world was too real, too vast. Every tree, every parked car in the distance, every trace of civilization reminded me that I didn’t belong here.

Naked. Vulnerable. Ridiculous.

But there was something driving me: the hope that they were there. That Megan, Carla, Julia, even Valeria… were in the car waiting for me, laughing, mocking, yes… but present.

Because the idea of being left alone, like this, in broad daylight, was unbearable.

They wouldn’t do that. They can’t be that cruel.

But the thought lingered, lurking. What if they did? What if, in the end, all this was just to push me to the limit and leave me abandoned to my fate?

Fear no longer came from being discovered by a stranger, but from no one being there to wait for me.

From having nowhere to go.

And yet, I kept moving. Shaking. Swallowing the panic with each step. Because standing still, in the middle of nothing, under the sun, was even worse.

I had to believe the car was there.

That at the end of this impossible journey, someone still remained…

even if it was only to keep laughing at me.

I moved hugging the wall, each step a spike of tension running from my heels to my neck. The sun continued to beat down harshly, making me sweat beyond physical exertion. It was the exposure. The air. The light. The impossibility of disappearing.

And then I saw them.

In the distance, crossing a small ramp to a side area of the theater, a group of people. Five or six, maybe more. Walking slowly, distracted, as if visiting the place or looking for an alternative entrance. They wore normal clothes, jeans, backpacks, hats. But to me, in that state, they were giants.

My stomach tightened.

I couldn’t cross paths with them. There was no way. That path, though it seemed broader and more direct, was the most dangerous. Each meter walked would have left me more exposed, fully under the light, without a single excuse or shadow to hide in.

With panic bursting in my chest, I spun abruptly on my heels, turning around clumsily.

And in that turn, my entire body lost control for a moment.

My hips turned first, the sudden twist causing the sweat on my back to shift like a sticky caress. The arm I had kept crossed over my chest slid slightly with the movement, and one of my curves briefly escaped its refuge, sliding along the side, exposed for an eternity of a second.

My other hand reacted with an immediate reflex, trying to catch it again, while the sway of my chest and the jounce of my thighs reminded me violently that I wasn’t wearing anything. Nothing to hold on to. Nothing to protect.

Oh God, no… no…!

I pressed myself back against the wall, shrinking again, my face flushed, my breath ragged. My body burned, not from the sun, but from the humiliation of feeling that part of me move so freely, so grotesquely visible even to the air.

Without thinking twice, I began to walk quickly. My feet slid over the rough pavement with hurried steps, each one making my legs tremble from direct contact with the ground’s heat.

I returned along the building’s edge, following the same cracked wall, now with more urgency, a colder sweat trickling down my lower back. The wind battered my sides again, and the discomfort of being entirely exposed made me clench my legs and arms in an absurd choreography of self-protection.

When I reached the far corner of the theater, I instinctively crouched, huddling behind a small wall unevenness. I peered out cautiously, my eyes on the verge of collapse, desperately searching for an exit.

And there it was.

The parking lot.

Much closer on that side. More open. With some cars… and Valeria’s car, in the distance, glistening under the sun.

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

But I also knew it immediately: I still had to cross the open space.

And I had no idea how much time I had left before someone else appeared.

The wind gave no respite. It blew with a light but relentless consistency, caressing every curve of my exposed body as if it enjoyed my discomfort. It brushed against my waist, climbed my back, slipped between my thighs, leaving behind a trail of chills that made every step a battle against the urge to curl up even more.

Still, I advanced.

With slow, almost feline steps, my body crouched, my bare feet touching the hot concrete of the platform. The ground burned gently, but it wasn’t enough to stop me. The wall still served as my guide and shade, but I was about to lose it.

From my position, I saw in the distance the parking lot. Valeria’s car was there, unmistakable under the sun, its black paint gleaming like a lighthouse. But the initial relief faded quickly: there were people.

Figures moved at the edges. Two, three scattered individuals, talking, crossing between cars. They were far enough not to see me yet, but that didn’t mean I was safe. Every meter I got closer made me more visible.

And I was still too far.

Tension tightened my chest. My breathing was low and rapid, my eyes darting from shadow to shadow, searching for protection that didn’t exist. My arms already ached from holding them so tightly, my back sweated, my legs trembled with the effort of maintaining the hunched posture.

Then, I felt the contact.

A hand.

A sudden slap on my left buttock, direct, light… but enough to make my entire body shudder.

I gasped, jumping with wide eyes, fear taking hold of me in an instant.

I spun around, my heart on the verge of collapse.

“Relax, Sam!” Megan laughed, running past me with a playful smile on her face. “If you don’t hurry up, we’re leaving without you!”

Her voice was playful, mocking, but her race was real. She moved lightly towards the car, the skirt of her uniform fluttering with each stride.

I froze for a second.

I couldn’t believe what she had just done.

.Spanking? Now? Like this? Here?

But the worst was her warning. Because, cruel as it sounded, I knew it could be true.

I knew they could start the car without me, leave me there, naked in the middle of a parking lot under the sun, with people getting closer all the time.

And that… that forced me to move.

Not for dignity.

Not for pride.

Only for fear.

Real fear. Fear of being forgotten. Or worse: completely abandoned.

My heart pounded my chest with a violence that hurt. The wind hadn’t stopped caressing me, mockingly, like a silent accomplice to my shame, while the sun’s light continued to cover me without mercy, marking every inch of my skin with its burning brightness.

I took another step. Then another. I wasn’t walking anymore. I was half-running. My feet struck the hot concrete clumsily, each contact burned, each movement made the sweat trickle down my back and neck.

And then, I saw them.

The four of them.

Carla, Julia, Amy, and Megan, already getting into Valeria’s car.

Amy entered the right back seat calmly, while Carla laughed as she opened the passenger door. Julia gently tapped the car’s roof as she mocked something Megan said.

And Valeria…

Valeria was already sitting in the driver’s seat, one hand on the steering wheel and the other resting on the window frame.

When she saw me, she didn’t make any surprised gesture. Just a smile. Slow. Inevitable.

And she looked at me.

From head to toe.

A look without shyness. Without filter. Without disguise. As if she were simply evaluating the final product of an experiment she had been part of from the beginning.

I stopped for a moment, breathless, trembling. My hands didn’t know whether to cover my face or my body. I felt my legs giving way.

And then, the car began to move.

First, backing up. Slowly. As if giving me time to understand what was happening.

Are they really…? Are they going to leave me?

The vehicle slowly turned to align with the parking lot exit, and Valeria accelerated just enough.

The sun shone more strongly. The pavement under my feet burned. And the car’s windows weren’t tinted. I could see them.

All of them were looking.

All of them were laughing.

Even Amy, who had been the quietest until then, had her lips curved in a contained smile, her eyes fixed on me.

The car started moving toward the exit.

And I… I knew they weren’t pretending.

This time, they were serious.

The car began to move slowly, and my heart sank. They weren’t going to stop. The vehicle turned toward the parking lot exit, moving away from me. The girls watched me through the windows, their laughter resonating in the air.

I stayed there, petrified, feeling the sun’s heat on my naked skin. The idea of being abandoned in that state, under full daylight, was terrifying. How had I come to this situation? Shame and fear mingled inside me as I watched the car disappear into the distance.

The reality of my situation hit me hard. I was alone, naked, and I had to find a way to get out of there, to recover my dignity and my clothes. Humiliation and panic fought for control of my mind as I prepared to face whatever was necessary to escape this nightmare.

The decision I made at that moment was the most humiliating of my life, but desperation drove me to act. I couldn’t let them leave me naked, no matter the consequences. So, covering my breasts and genitals with my hands, I began to run after Valeria’s car.

The car moved away slowly, and with each step, I struggled to keep up. People on the street turned to look at us, their glances oscillating between surprise and amusement. A man with a shopping bag stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes widening as he saw my naked body running. A woman with a baby stroller covered her mouth, her expression oscillating between shock and amusement.

“Wait! Wait, please!” I shouted, my rough and desperate voice. My hair flew behind me, and my hands struggled to keep my body covered as I ran.

Valeria, at the wheel, turned her head toward me, a satisfied smile on her face. The girls in the car laughed, enjoying my humiliation. The car accelerated slightly, as if they were playing with me.

“No! Don’t leave!” I pleaded, my legs trembling with the effort. A elderly couple stopped on the sidewalk, their faces showing a mix of disbelief and amusement. The man scratched his head while the woman muttered something inaudible, her eyes fixed on my naked body.

I kept running, feeling shame mix with determination. A group of teenagers gathered on the corner, their laughter echoing as they pointed at me and laughed. Their glances burned me, but I kept going, determined not to let them win.

The car stopped at a traffic light, and with my heart racing at a thousand beats per hour, I approached the driver’s window. Valeria lowered the window, her expression now maliciously playful.

“What do you want, Sam?” she asked mockingly. “Do you realize how ridiculous you look?”

My hands trembled, but my voice came out firm. “Don’t leave me here, Valeria. Please.”

She laughed, a cruel laugh. “Oh, Sam, really? Do you think we’re going to stop for you? You’re just a fleeting amusement, nothing more.”

The traffic light changed, and the car began to move. My heart sank, but I didn’t stop. I kept running, feeling the gazes of the passersby, their laughter and whispers as a soundtrack to my humiliation.

Megan, with a mischievous smile, shouted from the window: “Don’t worry, Sam! We’re having a lot of fun. We’re going to the nearest park and we’ll wait for you there. You have 10 minutes, or we go to the office. So run, Sam, run!”

The car accelerated, and I, desperate, tried to open the passenger door, but it was locked. Valeria accelerated even more, leaving me behind.

“Wait! Not so fast!” I shouted, feeling the distance between us grow. The car drove away, and I remained there, naked in the middle of the street, while people looked at me with a mix of shock and curiosity.

Cell phones appeared everywhere, pointing at me, capturing my humiliation. A group of teenagers gathered, laughing and making cruel comments. An older woman looked at me with a mix of compassion and disgust, while a man in a suit took out his phone, his expression undecided.

I felt exposed, vulnerable, as if my body were a public spectacle. Shame consumed me, but there was also growing determination. I wasn’t going to let this stop me. I had to get to the park, had to recover my dignity.

I ran with all my strength, feeling how my breasts and genitals bounced with each step. People looked at me, some with compassion, others with amusement. But I kept going, determined not to let this humiliation define me.

Being completely naked in the Teatro Mirador, a place known for its elegance and grand events, was a nightmare come true. The space, usually filled with people dressed elegantly, now looked at me with a mix of shock and curiosity.

The noise of cars and people’s laughter mingled into a cacophony that accentuated my shame. I felt the heat of the ground under my bare feet, the cold wind on my exposed skin, and the midday sun shining on me, exposing every inch of my body.

University students, with their backpacks and books, stopped, their eyes widening as they saw me pass. Office workers from nearby buildings came out to see what the commotion was, their glances oscillating between amusement and embarrassment.

The feeling of exposure was overwhelming. I felt the wind on my bare breasts, the sun on my face, and the hard ground under my feet, a cruel irony in contrast with the softness of my skin.

People pointed at me, whispered, and some even pulled out their phones to capture the moment. I felt like a wild animal, exposed and vulnerable, struggling to maintain dignity in this surreal situation.



With no other option, I started running through the crowded street, covering my naked body with my hands as much as I could. Shame and fear were driving me to move faster.

My bare feet were hitting the pavement, feeling the roughness of the asphalt under my feet. I ran on the sidewalk, passing by stores and restaurants, where customers would stop to look at me with surprise and curiosity.

The main street was filled with people coming and going. Some would stop abruptly, others would speed up their pace, their glances oscillating between compassion and fascination. I ran alongside a group of high school students who were laughing and whispering among themselves, pointing in my direction.

I walked past a square where pigeons scattered as I passed, and pedestrians moved aside, creating a temporary path for the naked woman running desperatly. The city's noise, cars, conversations, and laughs were merging into a chaotic soundtrack.

My legs were burning, but I couldn't stop. Being abandoned or worse, arrested for indecent exposure, was pushing me to keep running, to reach the park, to find the girls before it was too late.

The street I was running on turned into an unexpected obstacle when I encountered a puddle of dirty water covering the sidewalk. I didn't have time to stop, so with a sigh of resignation, I ran through the water, feeling the cold, dirty liquid on my bare feet. Disgust overcame me, but I couldn't stop, not now.

I turned a corner, my naked body catching the attention of passersby. In my hurry, I bumped into a man dressed in an elegant suit, my shoulder hitting his. The impact made my chest move, and one of my breasts became exposed, visible to the man.

"I'm sorry!" I exclaimed, quickly covering myself with my hands, my face red with shame. The man looked at me with surprise, his eyes widening as he saw my naked body.

"It's... not a problem," he stammered, quickly stepping away, his face showing a mix of shock and fascination.

I continued running, the unexpected encounter adding another layer of humiliation to my already embarrassing situation. My wet and dirty feet were a physical reminder of the obstacles I was facing, but my mind was focused on a single goal: reaching the park, reaching the girls.

My legs and arms were glistening from the effort of the run, sweat sliding down my skin as a testament to my struggle. My body, which had been exposed to the sun's heat and physical exertion, now glistened with a mix of sweat and unexpected dampness.

While running, I felt an unusual sensation in my private area, a wetness that wasn't just sweat. My body, amidst the shame and effort, seemed to react in a way I couldn't control. Excitement mixed with sweat, a contradictory feeling in the middle of my desperate run.

My thighs, shiny and tense, revealed the muscle definition under the sunlight. My face, determined but ashamed, reflected the inner struggle I was facing. I was a naked woman running through the streets, fighting to maintain dignity amidst exposure and shame.

While running, a group of university girls blocked my way, their curious and amused looks. Their young, lively faces observed me with a mix of surprise and humor.

"Hey, you!" one of them exclaimed, her voice full of amazement. "Why are you naked? Is it some kind of challenge or something?"

I stopped, my body trembling from the effort and shame. "It's... not a challenge," I said, my voice trembling. "I'm just... trying to get somewhere."

They looked at each other, their smiles widening. "Wow, seriously? Why are you running naked through the street? Is it a bet or something?" another asked, her tone now crueler than curious.

"It's not a bet," I replied, feeling shame burning me. "I need to reach the park."

"To the park? Like that, naked?" said another, laughing. "You're bold, girl. Or do you like the attention?"

Their comments became harsher, as if my nudity was an invitation to mock. "It's not funny," I said, trying to keep composure. "I need to get there, it's important."

"Important?" one of them repeated sarcastically. "What, are they going to give you a prize for running naked? Or do you like displaying yourself?"

Humiliation consumed me, but I forced myself to keep going. "That's not it," I said, my voice barely a whisper. "Please, let me pass."

They laughed, their laughter echoing in my ears. "Wow, how brave. But don't worry, we won't stop you. Keep going, naked! Do it for the prize!" they shouted, their mockery resonating through the street as I, ashamed, continued my run, feeling the shame and the sun's heat on my naked skin.

With determination, I set out to continue my way, but the girls remained in their place, blocking my path. Their mocking looks made me feel even more exposed. With no other option, I prepared to push through them, knowing my naked body would brush against their clothes.

As I made my way through, I felt the texture of their jeans and blouses against my bare skin, an odd and humiliating sensation. Their laughter and comments intensified when my body brushed theirs, as if my nudity was a show for their amusement.

"Look, she's all sweaty!" one of them shouted, laughing.

Their words hurt me, but I forced myself to keep moving, feeling my skin bristle with each touch. My naked, vulnerable body was like a magnet for their mocks.

"Come on, naked girl! Run faster!" they shouted, lightly pushing me with their hands. "We don't want you to be late for your naked date."

My face burned with shame, but I couldn't stop. I knew time was running out, that the 10 minutes were near completion. With each step, my body brushed against their clothes, a torture of textures and mocks.

Finally, I managed to get through them, feeling the relief of overcoming that obstacle, but also the humiliation of having been the center of their amusement.

In the distance, I saw what seemed like a police officer, and panic took over me. Without thinking, I ran, looking for a place to hide. The girls burst into laughter, enjoying my reaction.

"Look, she's hiding!" one of them shouted. "She thought it was a policeman, but it's just a security guard!"

I hid behind a trash can, breathing heavily, wanting to cry from fear and humiliation. My naked body was trembling, not only from the effort of the run, but from the shame and fear of being arrested.

"Wow, you got scared, naked girl!" another girl laughed. "You thought they'd arrest you, didn't you? How funny!"

Their mocks hurt me, but I forced myself to stay silent, holding back the tears threatening to fall. My mind was in turmoil, struggling between fear and humiliation.

"Should we tell her to come out?" another suggested, laughing. "Let's see if she dares to come out naked in front of the guard."



I stayed quiet, holding my breath, praying for them to go away. My body was trembling, not only from the cold but from shame and fear. The idea of being arrested, of being exposed before the law, terrified me.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the girls grew tired of teasing me and walked away, laughing as they left. I remained there, trembling, feeling exposed and vulnerable, yet relieved that the threat of arrest hadn't materialized.

Cautiously, I peered out from my hiding spot and saw the security guard, his uniform a clear sign of authority. My heart pounded, fearing he might arrest me for being nude. But seeing he wasn't a police officer brought me momentary relief.

I waited until the guard moved on. With the path clear, I emerged from hiding, determined to continue my dash to the park. My trembling legs, weary from effort and emotion, propelled me to run once more.

In the distance, I spotted the girls' car, them waving and laughing. My exposed and vulnerable body moved toward them, toward the chance to escape this humiliating ordeal.

One block separated me from the car and the hope of reclaiming my clothes and dignity. I ran with all my might, driven by the urgency to reach them before time ran out. My mind focused on one goal: reach the car, reach the girls, and end this nightmare.

Approaching the traffic light, my heart raced, aware my fate lay on the other side of the street. But upon arrival, the light turned green for cars, halting my run.

I stopped, covering myself as best I could, feeling embarrassed under the impatient glares of waiting drivers. Horns honked, motorists yelling and pointing, some amused, others angry.

"Look, a naked girl on the street!" a driver shouted, laughing. "What a spectacle."

The girls in the car burst into laughter, Megan holding her phone high, capturing it all, reveling in my humiliation.

"Come on, Samy, run!" Carla taunted. "We don't want to keep you late for your traffic light date."

I felt small and vulnerable, exposed to everyone's gaze. My body trembled, not just from the cold, but from the shame I felt. The traffic light seemed to mock me, its green light lingering, as if enjoying my exposure.

Minutes passed, each horn honk, laugh, and stare making me feel smaller. My mind struggled to stay composed, to keep the shame at bay.

Finally, after an eternity, the light changed. With a relieved sigh, I resumed my run, eager to leave this humiliating scene behind.

In the distance, Valeria's car appeared, its back door open, Megan waiting outside, a mocking smile on her face. I ran with all my strength, feeling relief near the end of this nightmare.

Upon reaching the car, I quickly slid into the back seat, feeling the cold leather against my bare skin. Megan got in and shut the door, her triumphant smile.

"Welcome back, Samy!" Megan exclaimed, laughing. "I think you've had quite the day."

Laughter filled the car as Valeria started the engine and drove off. I felt the car's movement against my nude body, the leather's texture on my skin, an odd and humiliating sensation. My trembling body, still exposed, was not just from the cold but the shame I felt.

"Look, girls, Samy has joined us!" Carla laughed. "Now we can all go to the office together."

Her words stung, but I forced silence, struggling to contain the shame consuming me. The car moved, taking us away from the park, the run, the street humiliation. Yet, the feeling of exposure and mockery stayed, a constant reminder of what I endured.

The car moved smoothly through the city streets, the tires barely vibrating on the asphalt as the urban landscape scrolled by behind the glass. The wheels turned, but the only thing spinning with greater force was my stomach. I was hunched over, curled up next to the right rear door, my legs crossed tightly, my arms pressed against my chest, as if somehow I could disappear.

The hot leather of the seat touched my skin mercilessly, reminding me at every second how real everything was. Not a stitch. Not a scrap of fabric separating me from the outside world. Just my skin, the sweat accumulated from the previous journey, and the silent tauntor not so silentof those accompanying me.

Beside me, Amy looked out the window with a slight smile, her school uniform perfectly fitting, her backpack on her lap. I knew my things were there. That backpack was the closest thing to my freedom... and yet, it remained there, motionless, out of my reach. On the other side, Julia was looking at her phone, letting out small laughs at intervals, as if recalling some funny part of what she’d seen just a few minutes ago. Megan, next to her, was talking to Carla, who was in the front seat, and they were laughing quietly, occasionally glancing at me.

I felt shrunken. Like a crumpled paper figure in the corner of a room full of mirrors. I tried to keep my thighs together, to have my arms wide enough to cover whatever they could, but my elbows trembled, and the car’s vibration didn’t help.

We passed a traffic light. Red. The car stopped gently, but for me, it was an alarm. Across the street, a couple waited to cross. A man in his fifties and a woman carrying a shopping bag. They couldn’t see me, not from that angle, but I still leaned back a bit, my back hitting the side window.

And if they turn their heads? And if they look right now?

Amy noticed my movement. The corner of her mouth curved into a barely perceptible smile, and she lowered her voice so only I could hear.

“Calm down, no one’s looking…”

I didn’t respond. I just lowered my gaze. The side window vibrated slightly from the engine, and in its reflection, I saw my own face. Red. Exhausted. Defeated.

The traffic light changed. Valeria, without hurry, accelerated again. We turned onto a main avenue. On the sides, restaurants, cafes, pedestrians, all dressed, all normal, all living their routines. And I... completely naked, from head to toe.

Sweat began to accumulate at the base of my back, trickling into the cleft of my buttocks. It was sticky, and the leather of the seat seemed to cling to me more with each meter traveled. The air conditioning was on, but I still felt my body burning with embarrassment.

“Are we going straight to the building or do you want to stop somewhere?” Valeria asked from the driver’s seat, her tone light.

“I’m hungry,” Julia responded enthusiastically, turning toward us. “What if we stop at a café? One with outdoor tables?”

My whole body tensed.

“Come on, Samy,” Megan teased. “Will you wait at one of those tables while we order?”

Laughter filled the car. Even Carla burst into a louder laugh from the front seat. My mouth opened, but I couldn’t say anything. I just lowered my head even more, wishing the seat would swallow me whole.

The city continued to pass by. Another traffic light. More faces crossing. More chances of being seen if any of the girls decided to roll down a window, if someone leaned out too far. Every corner was a risk. Every red light, a torturous wait.

Amy opened her backpack for a second, as if checking something, and I could see my white blouse, folded and wrinkled among other things. My heart raced.

“Do you want this?” she asked in a whisper, looking at the garment and then at me.

I looked at her as if I were a castaway seeing a floating plank in the ocean.

“Only if you behave,” she added, zipping up the backpack and placing it back on her lap, as if nothing had happened.

I nodded with an almost imperceptible movement. The car continued on its way.

The building’s tower began to appear in the distance. A relief, and yet a new anxiety. I knew what it meant to go back in. Hallways, cameras, people. If they didn’t give me my clothes before we got there, I’d have to beg. And given how things were going, that was exactly what they wanted.

The last turn was approaching. The underground parking was just a few minutes away.

Hold on a little longer, Samy. Just a little longer.

But every meter felt like a kilometer. And with every laugh inside the car, my embarrassment grew as if it had no limit.

The car finally came to a stop in the underground parking of the building. The echo of the engine shutting off blended with the faint buzz of fluorescent tubes illuminating the place. The air, cooler than outside, brushed against my skin in a current that made me shiver. I felt the change in temperature like a freezing slap against the constant burn of my embarrassment.

Carla was the first to open her door. The sound of her heel hitting the concrete echoed loudly, as if marking the start of a countdown. Julia followed, pushing the door with her shoulder, her school backpack swinging over her back as she muttered something funny that made Megan laugh.

Amy, with more calm, moved aside to let Megan exit first. Then she herself stood up and grabbed her backpackstill containing my clothes.

The doors closed one by one, and for a moment, I was completely alone inside the vehicle.

My knees were still folded against my chest. The now-warm leather of the seat felt like a sticky trap. My arms wrapped around me in silent desperation. Outside, the girls’ footsteps retreated with confidence, their laughs and scattered words fading into the echo of the place.

I held my breath.

Not yet… I can’t get out yet.

I leaned slightly toward the rear window to watch them walk toward the elevator entrance. The confidence with which they moved contrasted brutally with how I felt. I observed the slight sway of their backpacks, the elegant fall of the office attire on Valeria, the shine of Carla’s shoes, the lingering school energy in Julia and Amy. All of them perfectly dressed. All of them walking as if the world was theirs.

And me… just trembling skin and accumulated fear.

I clenched my teeth. I couldn’t risk getting out right behind them. Any movement, any sound, any misstep could attract the attention of an employee, a guard, or worse: a camera that hadn’t been deactivated.

Wait… just wait a little longer.

I rested my forehead against the cold glass, feeling the chill spread along my temple. The echo of their laughter faded as the metal elevator doors closed. Finally, I was completely alone.

The silence in the car was absolute. Outside, the white light of the parking lot buzzed like a mute warning. Each passing minute seemed more absurd than the last. I can't stay here forever… but I can't just leave like this. The idea of walking through those elevator access doors, of strolling through the building's corridors where everyone knew me, was inconceivable.

My throat tightened. They won't leave me alone, will they? I had survived a walk down the street, the theater, the mockery, the invisible cameras of humiliation… but entering this building in my current state was different. Here were my colleagues, my bosses, my records, my identity. Here was my life.

Then, I heard hurried footsteps.

I turned my head toward the parking entrance just as Amy's figure appeared, walking decisively between the cars. Her backpack was still slung over her shoulder, and the movement of her school skirt seemed fresh, as if the rhythm of laughter still hadn't left her body.

She approached the car and opened the door without saying a word. Her expression was serious, but not cold. There was something more in her eyes… expectation?

She took out her backpack and, without much preamble, opened it between us. Carefully, she pulled out a small pile of clothes. It wasn't my full office outfit, but at least it was something. A plain white t-shirt, slightly wrinkled. A black athletic pants made of lightweight fabric, the kind used in physical education classes. No underwear. No shoes. Just that.

Here you go she said in a low voice. But hurry up. We don't have all day.

I stayed motionless for a few seconds, staring at the clothes as if they were gold. Then my trembling hands reached out for them. I took the clothes and nodded without meeting her eyes.

Thank you…

Amy didn't respond. She closed the backpack and got out of the car with the same calmness she had arrived. As she walked away, she barely turned her head.

We'll wait for you on the sixth floor. Server room. You know how to get back.

The door closed with a soft metallic click.

I stayed for a moment longer, looking at the clothes in my lap. It wasn't dignity, it wasn't total protection… but it was enough to walk. To return. To pretend, at least on the outside, that there was still something left of me.

The white t-shirt, although wrinkled from having spent so many hours at the bottom of the backpack, was mine. I recognized it by the faint smell of my perfume, now faint but still present, by the loose seam on one of the sleeves, by the way it fell over my shoulders as if it knew exactly how to wrap around me. The black athletic pants were also mine, one of those I used to carry in my bag for long or unpredictable days. Without underwear, without shoes, without even a hair tie… but at least, for a moment, I was covered again.

I dressed with trembling hands, still inside the car, in silence. Every movement was slow, careful, as if dressing was some sort of private ritual that couldn't be rushed. The fabric, although familiar, felt strange on the skin that had been exposed for so long. It covered me, yes, but it didn't fully restore what I had lost. Still, it was everything I had.

I made sure to smooth out the clothes with my hands, more out of psychological need than for aesthetics, and then got out of the car. The cold floor of the parking lot welcomed me as soon as my feet touched it. I couldn't waste time. I got into the elevator, alone. Each number lighting up on the panel marked an irregular beat of my heart.

When the doors opened on the sixth floor, the hallway was empty. I walked cautiously, feeling the lightweight fabric brush against my still-sensitive skin, still marked by every moment of that day. Upon reaching the door to the server room, I knocked gently, waiting.

Carla opened it. She scanned me from head to toe with an arched eyebrow and a half-smile.

"Look at her, if it isn't today's survivor" she murmured before turning around and returning to her chair.

I entered without saying a word. The air conditioning in the room made me shiver immediately. I hugged myself slightly, but it didn't last long.

Valeria was waiting in front of one of the racks, with her usual impassive demeanor. Upon seeing me, she didn't smile. She just let her gaze wander over my outfit with clear disapproval. The way she slowly crossed her arms over her chest made my blood run cold. I knew something was coming. Something I wasn't going to like.

"You look too comfortable, Samy" she finally said, without raising her voice, but with an edge that pierced my back.

I swallowed hard, not knowing exactly how to respond. Too comfortable? I'm barely wearing the essentials…

"It's my clothes" I muttered, almost as an excuse.

"I know. And it's what helped you get here" she continued, taking a step toward me. "But don't forget that we're still in working hours, and you know very well what your… assigned state is for today."

My legs began to tremble, as if the floor under my feet had suddenly become slippery.

"Valeria, please…" I whispered"… I just want to finish the day without…"

She lifted a hand. Not to stop me, but as if pointing out the obvious.

"You're not in a position to negotiate, Samy. Not today. Not after what happened at the theater. Not after what you did to come back here."

She looked toward Carla, who was already observing the scene with a satisfied smile, and then at Julia, seated further back, checking something on her laptop. The silence was barely broken by the constant hum of the server fans.

"Take it all off" Valeria said, as if discussing the error report of a system and not my last defense against humiliation.

My chest tightened. I felt the seams of the t-shirt sticking to my skin with the cold sweat running down my back. Again? After everything?

My hands went to the edges of the fabric slowly, as if the act itself was physically painful. I slid the t-shirt off my torso clumsily, feeling the cold air of the room envelop me with cruel familiarity. I lowered the athletic pants at the same slow pace, almost defeated, as if with every inch I let go, I shed a little more of what was left of me.

When I finally stood naked again, I felt the same mix of tingling and chills that had been with me since dawn. I pressed my lips together. I couldn't even look them in the eye. I simply stretched my arms toward Valeria, offering the folded clothes carefully, as if that made any difference.

She took the clothes without saying a word, folded them coldly, and placed them on the nearby table. There were no grimaces. No mocking remarks. Just that efficient calm that hurt more than any laughter.

"Now yes" she simply said"Now you're as you should be, completely naked."

I lowered my gaze. My skin burned with that blush that never fully faded, with that shame that already felt embedded in my bones. Carla clicked her tongue in amusement as she returned to her seat, mumbling something I didn't catch, but that was surely nothing compassionate.

[Diapal]

Very glad to see this story being updated!! Love the new chapter!!

[Debbifan]

I do love this story and did love this chapter. The enforced streak through town was wonderful; Samantha had spent all that time trying to avoid being seen by one or two people in and around the theatre and then had to surrender all pretence, throw all caution to the wind and run exposed before half the town !

Loved the continued tormenting from the gang. I admit that I found this one took a little while to get going, a slow start as she prevaricated within the theatre. But I respect your choices and style and the ultimate pay off remains well worth it. I'm already looking forward to the next instalment and hoping life allows it to not be quite so long in coming this time

[Hooked6]

MARVELOUS!

I especially loved Valeria's attitude once Samantha rejoined the group. At last Valeria seems to be relishing her position of power over Sam yet still maintaining that quiet, professional, reserved composure that Sam used to be known for. And it isn't just the power that she relishes; she is also really enjoying herself orchestrating Sam's humiliation. I think she is finally seeing what Megan likes about all of this.

Samantha's workplace is the perfect place for so many risks that she is forced to take while the occasional excursions outside the office serve to spice up the plot so very well without detracting from the usual environment that Amy experiences. Your writing captures this superbly. I am loving this so much!

Well done! Looking forward to the next chapter.

Hooked6

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[564cdhsBENNIS]

Bold Samantha,especially by those “purposely Unidentified girls at school!,.