Between a Lock and a hard-on

The president of the newspaper club panted softly to herself as she peeked around the corner of the lockers. Kasumi Yoshizawa was surprisingly determined even dressed in such an obscene outfit! Worse, the walking strip club she and the odd entourage of mental shutdowns had become had drawn most of the student body to the main entrance to gawk. The halls deeper into the school were practically abandoned. There wasn’t anyone around who could help the newspaper club president if the red head managed to catch her!

She waited with bated breath for long moments. At last she sighed with relief, straightening her glasses and dusting off her usually meticulously maintained uniform. She had lost the angry naked girl for now.

“Hi, Newsie-Chan.” Kasumi whispered in her ear.

The gymnist had to admit it was impressive just how far the untrained reporter could jump when surprised. The newspaper president was briefly a mess of flopping limbs and incoherent yelping before sucking in a breath and turning stock still. It would actually have been funny if the girl hadn't betrayed Kasumi several days before.

"Stay back, Yoshizawa. I mean it. Don't come any closer." the girl said, pushing her glasses higher on her nose for emphasis.

"What's wrong, newsie-chan. Guilty conscious? You don't seem happy to see me at all." Kasumi whispered.

"I-I have nothing to feel guilty for! You got involved in an incident you shouldn't have and I was **** to be part of the reprisal. You were warned to be careful."

"Meaning I was stupid to trust you." Kasumi noted coolly.

The news girl's eyes shifted to Kasumi's almost naked appearance.

"Do you like the look? You know this is your fault, don't you?" Kasumi said.

"Y-you can't prove my involvement! I'll deny everythjng and you'll be in trouble-"

"How much more trouble can I get in that is worse than this?" Kasumi asked softly. "But lucky for you you can make it up to me. I need information more than I want ****. For now."

"If I had anything useful on them do you think I'd running around doing favors for them?" The newsgirl demanded. "And why on Earth would you imagine I'd help you now and risk getting on their bad side again?"

"So you think they'll just let you go after you showed them what you were willing to do to keep those naked photos secret? You aren't that naive, Newsie-chan. You've given them a taste. They want to see what your limits really are. They're going to keep pushing and prodding. They're never going to stop playing with you."

"I...I can't!" The girl looked nervously over her shoulder. "Look Yoshizawa, I know what happened to you was awful and I should make amends, but I don't know anything worth hearing and giving up even the little intel is too risky!"

"What's wrong, Newsie-chan. Afraid you'll end up like me? Don't you like the new uniform?" Kasumi taunted, blushing while swaying back and forth, her 'uniform' consisting of nothing more than a too short plaid miniskirt and a pair of suspenders equiped with clamps over her nipples.

"N-no!" the news girl squeeked. "I mean yes! I mean....I mean....I can't be seen wearing something so obscene, no matter how good all of you l...ook..." The reporter blushed and covered her mouth with her notepad.

Kasumi raised an eyebrow, the hint of a blush on her face. "Liked what you saw, Newsie-chan."

"It..it was hard taking my eyes off you." The reporter stammered, hiding her face.

"I see. That could be a side effect of the mental shutdown. But even so...interesting." Kasumi mused, the reporter giving her a confused look. "It isn't important. I don't want to know anything compromising, Newsie-chan. I just need to get in contact with them. That shouldn't get you in any trouble."

Just like delivering a roasted lamb to a pack of hungry wolves wouldn't get her into any trouble.

“That’s…that’s insane! Do you have any idea how reckless your being right now?” The news girl asked, adjusting her glasses.

“Oh, newsie-chan. You have no idea. This whole week has just been one long string of reckless decisions. I’ve made so much trouble for senpai and my girlfriends…but its gotten me this far. Why slow down now?”

The look the reporter gave her was sharp and scathing, and Kasumi could practically feel the estimation of her sanity dropping in the reporter’s eyes as she stared.

“I do owe you. But just remember, this time I gave you fair warning up front.”

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“Wonderful Just wonderful. And where exactly is Yoshizawa off to in such a hurry?” Kawakami muttered.

“I…I have no idea…” Makoto admitted, blushing to be standing in the hallways of her school almost completely naked.

“First Mishima disappears, now this. What kami did I piss off today to deserve this?” Kawakami muttered to herself.

“Wait, what did you say about Mishima?” Ann asked.

“He didn’t show up this morning. He’s the class rep, he’s supposed to assist me getting Homeroom ready.” Kawakami complained, then smirked. “But I suppose I now have four new volunteers to do that for me instead.”

She gave a playful tug on the suspender straps of Makoto and Ann’s uniforms, eliciting something between a surprised yelp and a longing moan from the two girls as their erect nipples were painfully but erotically yanked along with the strap.

“One thing I’ll give you. These new uniforms do come with handy little ‘please bully me’ straps if I need them.” Kawakami said, casually pulling the straps a little further out before letting them snap back into place, causing both girls to issue a deep throated cry of dismay and lust. “Oh boy. I’m not really sure what’s gotten into me today! I just keep feeling this evil little urge to mess with you all…”

“You…you aren’t the only one…” Makoto admitted, softly caressing her abused breast.

“Sounds like a long story I don’t have any time for. Better get a move on if you don’t want more of the same. But don’t worry. If your little red head isn’t in class by the time first period ends you won’t have to worry about me pulling on those titty straps of yours. Since none of you will be allowed to wear them anymore.”

The group collectively turned pale at the thought of losing even the meager covering of their current attire and being totally naked in school. After working so hard not to be completely stripped getting to the school gates, the girls felt oddly protective of the slivers of clothing Mishima’s shadow had given them permission to wear that day. The threat properly delivered, Kawakami gave Ann and Haru a playful smack on their barely hidden buttcheeks and walked down the hallway, followed by the blushing girls. Futaba moved to follow the pair, then glanced behind her as she felt Queen’s eyes on her.

“What?” She demanded, embarrassed and exasperated by the situation.

“You aren’t.” Makoto said, turning her head away. “You aren’t a…a…”

Futaba gave a hint of a smile. “A ‘fuck buddy’, Queen?”

“Yes. That. That’s not what you are to me.”

“Well, what am I then? Cause right now I have no idea!”

“I’m trying to figure that out!”

“How is that something you need to ‘figure out’? How are you not being hit with feelings like a tsunami every time you think of all of us? That’s how it is for me. Joker and Kasumi-chan feel the same way! So why isn’t that way with all of you. What’s…what about me is so…” Futaba trailed off.

“Stop. I feel that way too, Futaba-chan. I swear.”

“Then how can you be hesitating right now? I’ve never been more certain about anything in my whole life! You guys risked everything to save my heart! Outside of Sojiro you’re the most important people in my life since….”

“I know, Futaba-chan. You’re the most important thing I’ve had since I lost someone, too.” Makoto whispered.

“And yet you-“

“Because I DO feel the same way! You don’t deserve a sliver of my time, all right? All of you deserve my full attention. You should have my whole heart and all my devotion. And I can’t give you those things right now. College. My career. My future. Those things still matter to me! I’m sorry. I can’t just give up on those things!”

“I’m not asking you to! I just want whatever you can spare.”

“I know that. But that isn’t fair to you or the others. And making me choose isn’t fair to me. I’m trying, Futaba. I just…I can’t think of a way this can work for all of us. Whatever strategy I come up with falls short. I don’t think this can work over the long term.”

“Your overthinking things! I mean, when have we ever had a plan that went perfectly from start to finish? We’re taking a risk! One of us might get hurt! You can’t control what happens. None of us can. We just have to trust each other. Whatever happens…it can’t hurt any less than this, right?” Futaba asked.

“Futaba…” Makoto sighed.

“I’m just…I’m scared, okay? You’re one of the most focused and dedicated people I’ve ever met. I’m just scared you’ll go off to some amazing school a million miles away and leave me here alone feeling like this. I just don’t want to be left behind.”

Makoto sighed heavily. The silence was oppressive. With a pitiful attempt at a smile, the student council president offered a hand to the freshman. Futaba slowly took it, her gaze downcast.

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“Last chance to back out.” The news girl whispered.

Kasumi gulped. The student reporter had led her away from the main campus to the far side of the track and field. This was a part of Shujin Academy she had never seen before, an area partially abandoned since the dissolution of the track team. Piles of school equipment had been set aside in certain nooks, the area serving as an unofficial storage space. There was an air of neglect and abandonment that hung over everything. A perfect location for a gang of thugs to hang out.

“Let’s just get this over with.” Kasumi whispered.

Despite her words Kasumi had to fight the stab of panic that rose up from her stomach as the pair rounded the corner. They were scattered throughout the court yard, some leaning casually against the pillars, some lounging on the grass and concrete floor, and some whispering to each other across a commandeered table. They had the look of sterotypical street thugs, the casual air of confidence and menace of someone who has nothing to fear from authority and adores the power they can hold over others. And in the midst them all sat the large ogre-like girl who was their leader, seated on top of a desk like a make-shift throne.

All conversation ceased as the two girls came into view. Kasumi felt every on her. The smile that spread across the face of the ogre woman was mocking and delighted. Kasumi blushed and glared impotently as the leader broke into a vicious laugh, the other gang members joining in as she stood before them all but naked and helpless.

"If it isn't my favorite little red head! Hey ginger, long time no see! And lookie what we have here! I was just saying to the boys here how boring its been the last few days, how we needed a little entertainment to top the thrill of leaving you tied up with your hot little body on display for all those cameras to film! And like a slutty little genie granting my wish here you come all stripped down and ready to go, walking right onto our doorstep without me even needing to lift a finger. I guess you just couldn't wait for another round of humiliation, huh?"

"That's not true! I'm not doing this because I want...I'm here to see the Conductor! I have questions, and only he knows the answers!" Kasumi stammered.

"Oh yeah? Sorry Red. Nobody sees the Conductor unless he asks for them. Try making an appointment with my secretary." The ogre sneered, cackling at her own joke.

"L-let me talk to him or..or...or I'll tell everyone who the Conductor really is!" Kasumi said, blushing with shame and irritation.

The laughter died immediately. Kasumi could practically feel the shift in their gazes from casually oggling her nudity to staring in rapped attention. The ogre rose to her feet, her eyes narrowing, moving closer to the red head with a grim and serious expression.

"You know who he is?" She asked. Surprisingly, Kasumi sensed no implied threat behind the question. It sounded instead as if the ogre was genuinely asking the question.

"Do you really think I'd come to school like this by choice? I went looking for him. I found him. He humiliated me a thousand times worse than anything you've done to me! But I learned a few of his secrets too." Kasumi said, covering herself and backing up a step.

"Yeah? Well, good for you, ginger. If that's true, you officially know more about him than I do. He contacted me, red. He got this little gang together. He picks our targets. And he always does it anonymously. Never in person. No names given."

"You...you take your orders from someone you've never even met??" Kasumi asked in disbelief.

"He gives me targets to shame and a cause to get behind. Besides, unlike some gingers I know I didn't need to learn the hard way what would happen if I pried into his secrets." The ogre sneered, then returned to glaring. "That said, intel like that is valuable. If someone were willing to let that info slip I *might* consider leaving her and her little gang of sluts and nerds alone in the future. And maybe I'd even be willing to play nice and try to answer those pesky little questions you were **** enough to come all this way to ask. I might not have the whole picture but I can fill in some of the gaps. Assuming your info pans out."

"....."

"Put up or shut up, red. Your choice. But you came all this way. Little late to start having second thoughts, don't you think."

Kasumi drew in a breath, letting the world stand still as she made her choice. "Mishima. The conductor is Yuuki Mishima."

The ogre stared. Then rolled her eyes and scoffed. "Figures. Got my hopes up for a bunch of nonsense. You had me going, red. Well done."

"I'm serious. He's been orchestrating your movements this entire-"

"Yuuki Mishima is a gangly, nerdy little goodie two shoes and the one person in this joke of a school more pathetic than you, red. He's gotten in our way a dozen times these last few months. The conductor has personally directed us to target him more than other person in this town. Our boss wants to make his life personally as miserable as possible. You could not have picked a more insipid name to point a finger at, Ginger."

"That's...that's just a ruse to-"

The news girl cleared her throat. "Yoshizawa-san...Mishima can't be the conductor. This was a part of my investigation before they targeted me. Mishima was one of the people I eliminated as a suspect early on. He was one of the only students I could confirm an alibi for during points of contact between the conductor and this group. That includes two instances where Mishima-san was being bullied at the same time the conductor was on the phone giving orders about what to do with him. He would have to be in two places at once to be their conductor."

Kasumi's mind was reeling. What did that mean? Was there really some third party involved in all of this she had overlooked? Or...was the shadow of Mishima really so powerful that it could reach beyond the Metaverse itself to direct people in the real world? True, it had demonstrated the power to contact the girls through the mysterious app they used to travel between worlds, but surely this gang of thugs didn't have access to that! According to her senpai not even the monstrous shadows that hosted their own Palaces could manipulate events in the real world. Just how powerful was the other Mishima?

"Awww. You got that dear in the headlights look again, red. You really were convinced poor little Mishima was the brains behind the whole thing, weren't you? I'll tell you what. You do me a little favor and I'll let you have a word with Mishima directly. Put your tiny little mind at ease."

"Mishima...Mishima-kun is here?" Kasumi asked slowly.

"Like I said, we target him more than anyone else. It just so happens we were in the middle of another round of bullying when you showed up. So how about it? You wanna see for yourself?"

".....wha...What do you want me to do?"

"Awwww...come on, 'sumi-xhan'. You know what we're all about here." The ogre mocked. "Your uniform, slut. We want you to take the slutty little remnants of your student outfit and hand it over. Get it? Strip naked, right here in the middle of your highschool while we all watch."

"...." Kasumi blushed. "But...but...it barely covers anything! I'm practically naked already!"

"Which means you might as well fully commit! Like you said, there's practically nothing left for you to hide. No sense sparing whatever sad, lonely little bit of modesty you have left, is there red?"

"But...but...he let me keep this on..." Kasumi whimpered.

"....I get it. Conductor-sama put you through one of his little shame games, and you managed to come out of it with only those slutty little remnants of your clothes intact. You poor, dumb bitch. He has you wound so tightly around his finger your actually feeling protective of the slutty little bits of fabric he says your allowed to keep! You've been sucked way deeper into his mind games than I realized, Ginger. It won't be long before he's turned you into a properly trained, obedient little ****."

"That's...that's...not..." Kasumi stuttered.

"Whatever. Me and my friends here could just mob you and strip you naked if we wanted. But that's no fun. It doesn't matter how much skin you are showing right now. In that screwed up little brain of yours that slutty little uniform has value. As long as you are wearing it there's still a difference in your head between being naked and...whatever you are right now. I'm not going to take that away from you, Red. You can walk right on back to class right now if you want. Cling to whatever microscopic sense of decency you have left. Or you can get the answers you're so **** to have."

Kasumi blushed intensely. After all the humiliations she had suffered, was she really going to willingly put her naked body on display for the whole school. She had suffered a similar humiliation a week ago, and her time in metaverse had not done anything to lessen her shame or harden her feelings of vulnerability at being naked and exposed to the public. Could she really...

"Tch. Whatever. This is a waste of time. New girl, get this little slut out of here before I decide to strip you both for wasting my time."

"WAIT!" Kasumi wailed.

The ogre crossed her arms. Gulping, Kasumi slowly brought her hands up to her suspenders, wincing as she undid the clamps that anchored the fiendish device to her exposed nipples. She experienced a paradoxical moment of relief and disappointment as her poor breasts were released from the painful yet erotic pinching they had been subjected to since her arrival at the school. For a long moment Kasumi stood there, frozen in place, hands holding the straps of her suspenders and covering her naked chest at the same time. Holding back a sob mourning the last shred of her dignity Kasumi adjusted her shoulders, letting first one strap then the other fall away, leaving her naked except for a thin bit of plaid skirt hiding her butt and pussy and her hands still covering her exposed nipples.

"None of that bullshit, Red. You really wanna get naked, you commit. Stop covering up and give of a good luck at that sexy little body of yours. Now."

Kasumi blushed intensely, slowly lowering her hands to grasp the fabric of her skirt instead. Her large breasts topped with erect, pink nipples hung prominently on her chest, standing at attention in front of the gawking audience.

"You have such nice titties, Ginger. I love how those nipples are just sticking out, begging to be played with. I'll bet its taking more than a little effort for you to just stand there without playing with them in front of all of us like the slut you really are."

Kasumi blushed and turned her head to the side, unable to speak and unwilling to admit the truth in any case.

"All right. No more stalling. Drop the skirt. Show us all that cute little pussy. 500 yen says your soaking wet down there."

"No bet. Its obvious." Another gangster commented snidely.

Kasumi blushed harder, struggling to move her body. Agonizingly slowly she hooked her thumbs under her skirt and wiggled free of her last bastion of cover. She closed her eyes, the assembled group making lewd and appreciative comments about her sopping wet sex.

"Aww look. Even 'little sumi' is peeking out to say hello. Say hi everyone!" The ogre mocked, giving a mocking wave to Kasumi's exposed clit.

"I...I did what you asked! T-take me Mishima!" Kasumi said, completely mortified.

"Shoes." The ogre said, smirking.

Kasumi opened her mouth to protest, then swallowed hard. With a blush she bent over at the waste, putting her ass and her pussy lips on lewd display to anyone viewing her from behind. The straps of her heels were more complicated to unbind than expected, causing her to wiggle her posterior from side to side as she wrestled with the footwear. That Kasumi might have put a little more wiggle and bounce into her struggles than was necessary, or that given the choice between bending at the waste or the knees she immediately chose the more obscene option were facts Kasumi utterly refused to even acknowledge. At last her feet were bare, though she continued to stand on tiptoe, fighting the instinct to hide her nudity with her hands and a more insidious urge to abandon all pretenses and finger herself in front of her nemesis.

"See? Isn't that better? Doesn't this just feel so much more natural? Aren't clothes just a waste of time for horny little girls like you who love putting their hot little naked bodies on display?"

"M-Mishima..." Kasumi stuttered.

"Yeah yeah. A deal is a deal." With a gesture the ogre and her gang rose to their feet and filed off towards a row of lockers. Kasumi softly padded behind, every step a horrid reminder of her bare feet and bare body.

The ogre paused before one of the lockers, a truimphant smile on her face. Kasumi gave a confused look, looking up and down the row of lockers as if Mishima might materialize. With a smirk, the ogre struck one of the lockers with her fist, causing the whole metal apparatus to tremble a moment. Then, to her absolute shock, the locker popped open and the body of Mishima Yuuki fell out of the confined space. Kasumi's eyes widened as the blue haired boy groaned on the ground. But she only had a moment to register the situation before Mishima was aggressively pulled to his feet by the gang members. To Kasumi's shock, his shirt was pulled up and over his head while his pants were just as swiftly yanked to his knees.

"What are you doing??" Kasumi cried as the gang continued to strip the computer nerd despite a pitiful attempt to struggle against them.

"We thought you might be lonely being the only one naked." The ogre laughed.

"Stop! This isn't-"

Kasumi gasped as Mishima was all too suddenly dragged completely into her line of sight, divested of the last of his clothes. Part of Kasumi's mind went blank with shock. Another part, stuck half way between the analytical center and the perverted hormonal parts of her brain, took note of his surprisingly well toned muscular physique. Despite his lackluster performance his time on the volleyball team had clearly had some appreciable results. Kasumi's eyes widened as she found herself ceasing to rove over his exposed body to settle on a certain object between his legs. She stifled an irrational giggle, noting that her senpai was far better equipped than the boy in front of her. And yet a moment later she noted Mishima was by no means pourly endowed, even if a distant second to her first male lover. She stifled another giggle, deciding despite this it was a rather cute looking thing, standing at attention as it was. She was certain much fun could be had with it despite the more size, and it was not as if her female lovers did not host a variety of body types that were each attractive in the own way. A moment later her rational thoughts caught up with her scrutinizing gaze, registering the fact that Mishima's excitement could have only one source. Her gaze rose up to meet his, the pair realizing the other had been staring intently at their private places for a prolonged moment.

"I'm sorry!" Kasumi and Mishima screamed in unison, covering themselves and blushing intensely as they quickly looked away.

"Ooh. You kids don't need to be shy! Go ahead and look! Its not like seeing will be less awkward than what's about to happen."

"Wha...what do you..." Kasumi muttered in confusion, only to feel herself being grabbed from behind. Realization hit a moment later she was carried towards the locker Mishima had been imprisoned in moments ago. "Wait! Don't! You can't just-"

But her words were lost as she found herself crammed up against the naked boy shortly before the pair were shoved unceremoniously into the locker. Kasumi could feel her naked body sandwiched between the cold steel of the locker and the warm, awkward flesh of a naked highschool boy. A half second later the locker door was slammed shut, the lock clicking into place, leaving the pair in near total darkness and unbridled humiliation.

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