C'est Magnifique

Mitsuru Kirijo was far from a flawless human being. It was certainly true she displayed a maturity and confidence worthy of someone twice her age, and stuck to a grueling schedule that maintained excellent grades and a strikingly beautiful physique. But she was in certain areas very sheltered and naive, and there was a certain truth to the accusation that she was arrogant and domineering. To her credit she believed this was necessary. Her family’s legacy had been tarnished by her grandfather. Lives had been lost. Her own father had grown grim and obsessed with redeeming the family. Mitsuru bore that burden of shame and desire for redemption. To her mind, she and those she led had to meet her own high expectations. It was not enough to be a good student, class President, Shadow hunting soldier or corporate CEO. She must in every way be the best example possible of all those things, a paragon other should respect and emulate in their own lives. She should be beyond reproach, the picture of grace, virtue, dignity and strength.

It was, admittedly, difficult to determine exactly how one can be dignified and virituous while being **** to be naked in public, prone to possession at the whim of a sadistic incarnation of her most shameful desires, and finding herself thrust into a tangled web of lustful relationships with her equally naked girlfriends. And being the ideal role model was slightly more difficult than usual after being shackled on her knees in a humiliating dogeza pose while her pussy and butt were filled to their limits by two long phalluses that were proceeding to pump in and out of her at a steady rthymn while rotating within her and sending unbelievably powerful vibrations through her body, supplemented by some fiendish trio of devices that ensnared her nipples and clit, at intervals simulating the feeling of a mouth and tongue (Mitsuru softly cursed whatever degenerate Kirijo scientist had taken the human simulation technology meant to help androids like Aegis articulate their lips and faces believably and turned it into the lewd sex toy!) at intervals pinching, sucking, and licking her sensitive regions. But the Kirijo family was not known for surrendering easily in the face of overwhelming odds.

Thus Mitsuru closed her eyes and did her best to adopt a serene, indifferent air even as her senses were screaming in delight at the humiliating pleasure her body was receiving. Mitsuru began as best she could to repeat a sustra she had learned long ago while practicing meditation, calling forth the iron focus she had honed during long nights spent guiding her comrades through the ever shifting maze of Tartarus. She had been dragged down impossibly low by Temptation and subjected to endless humiliation over the last few days. But her mind was a fortress, and it would stand firm against the lustful animalistic urge to let herself submit to this fiendish machine and lose control.

Mitsuru cracked an eye open, sensing his approach as Akihiko knelt down in front of her. The boy nodded in approval, as if he were a judge evaluating her performance.

"Not bad. Not bad at all. Even now, chained and humiliated, you are holding out with every fiber of your being." Akihiko said in admiration.

"You expected any less?" Mitsuru asked, speaking calmly and deliberately, almost keeping the moan out of her voice.

"Not at all. I knew you wouldn't give in easily. You wouldn't be Mitsuru Kirijo if you didn't stubbornly fight against the inevitable until the bitter end. Its a shame you can't see yourself right now. Naked, helpless, chained down and being fucked like a dog. And yet here you are, defiant and beautiful as ever. Exactly what I was hoping for." Akihiko said with approval.

Mitsuru resisted as best she could the urge to blush under her captor's praise. He was the enemy. And yet...

"You truly have outdone yourself, Akihiko. This is truly the single most humiliating, shameful, decadent punishment I could have imagined. C-C'est magnifique. I could not have conducted a more absolute execution myself." Mitsuru whispered.

"Don't underestimate me now. I have a few more tricks waiting in the wings."

Mitsuru stifled a shudder. What could possibly be more humiliating than her current predicament.

"But I'm a fair man. If you really manage to hold out even a little longer, I'll concede this little contest. I'll even let you turn the tables and conduct my execution. I'm sure you and the other girls can come up with something truly demented." Akihiko said.

Mitsuru smiled, the gears in her mind turning. And then her eyes widened and her lips quivered in dismay. She managed to whisper one lustful sentence "You bastard". Akihiko smiled, the trap sprung. Mitsuru's momentary descent into plotting her **** quickened just a hint of carnal excitement within her. And alas, that was all that was required. All at once her perfect, stoic world was broken by the lapse in concentration, the single crack in the dam immediately flooding her senses with the relentless, all consuming pleasure the merciless sex machine was giving her. Mitsuru whimpered softly, sucking in a breath and trying to regain her calm and composure. She fought, her body trembling, for one teetering moment achieving a semblance of zen. And then, flushing with she, she surrendered. Her back arched, her head pushed back against her restraints, and Mitsuru Kirijo let one long magnificent cry of utter pleasure. Her previously unassailable pose of calm and indifference collapsed into a chaotic dance of thrusts, grinds, and screams of pleasure. To the limit her chains would allow the proud student council president began thrusting and grinding her hips back and forwards with abandon. The entire school and a sizable portion of Japan watching from various media outlets watched in amazement as the Kirijo scion descended from a graceful, proud human being into the depraved rutting of some strange sex crazed beast. There was absolutely no way to deny the truth- Mitsuru was being pleasured, stimulated and fucked relentlessly by the sex machine, and to the core of her being she was loving every second of it!

And then, with a loud exclamation of protest and dismay at the horrible cruelty of it all, the machine withdrew from the naked girl and went still. Mitsuru gasped and whimpered in dismay, every nerve in her body still alive and throbbing in anticipation of that final stimulation to give her release. For several moments Mitsuru waited, holding her naked ass lewdly in the air expectantly, her pussy lips still trembling from the vibrating stimulus they had received mere moments ago. It provided her enormous audience a long, perfect view of her gorgeous bottom and her shamefully presented orifices. Several deep breaths in, Mitsuru returned to herself slowly, her blush deepening as the reality of the performance she had just given sunk deep into her mind. Belatedly, she lowered her hips as much as she could to hide her anatomy, knowing full well it was too late.

“Bastard….” She repeated. “That…that was just cruel.”

Akihiko shrugged. “Just say the word. Admit you enjoyed it. Admit you love being naked. Admit you love being helpless and humiliated. Admit all those naughty things you’ve executed so many people for are all things you love doing, and you love doing them most of all in front of an audience.”

“Never.” Mitsuru said.

The auditorium exploded with laughter and mockery. Mitsuru blushed. After the degrading performance she had just given, her lie was obvious to the point of absurdity. But her pride would not be assuaged. Or perhaps this supposed love for humiliation simply wanted to drag out her execution as shamefully long as possible.

“Mr. Sanada, as much as I might appreciate this lesson in humility, we still have a school to run. This…performance is eating up our time.” The principal noted.

“Relax, sir. We can just extend the school day for however long it takes for her to admit defeat.”

“Hmmm…very well.” The principle nodded.

“What?” The auditorium erupted.

The boos and jeers were now decidedly angry and negative.

“Calm down, everyone. It won’t be too long. Hopefully our president will admit the truth soon…”

“I…I admit nothing!” Mitsuru declared.

She was met with a loud wall of booing.

“Easy, everyone. I have a suggestion. A suggestion our own student council president once offered…”

“….you wouldn’t…” Mitsuru whispered.

A large screen descended, and suddenly an image of Mitsuru appeared on it. She was still naked, but unchained and upright. She offered a dramatic speech demanding to be disciplined for shamefully coming to class naked. She then assumed a provocative pose, displaying her gorgeous behind to the class. Several students provided spankings, until the entire class had exhausted their number. In response, Kirijo declared loudly. “I don't recall saying that you were restricted to one strike. In fact, I don't recall saying that my punishment should be limited to this classroom. I am your President. I represent all of you, not just this room!”

Mitsuru shuddered. “I…I was caught up in the moment. I certainly don’t require-EEEEEEEEEKK!!”

The machine suddenly activated again, once more invading her ass and pussy and sucking on her sensitive nubs.

“I know its annoying waiting for her to admit defeat. While we wait if anyone wants to take the president up on her offer…” Akihiko said, immediately receiving a legion of hands.

“You…you’re a monster…” Mitsuru whispered.

“I’ve watched you conduct executions for years. I’m just applying the lessons you taught me.” Akihiko said with a smile.

Mitsuru gulped, then shrieked in alarm as her poor buttcheeks received their first hard swipe from an angry student. It was now quite impossible to conjure up any mental defenses. With the painful addition of spanking (an addition Mitsuru found especially kinky and erotic) to the already overwhelming stimulation of the machine Mitsuru had no more recourse but devolve again and again into the rabid, sex-crazed bitch in heat she had become before.

“By the way, I didn’t mention this before, but the longer it takes you to admit defeat here the worse your punishment will be the coming week. Every night your going to be chained to this thing for however long this little show lasts.”

“I…I can endure this for hours!” Mitsuru declared, before screaming in pain from another firm slap to her rear.

“Then that’s how long you’ll be chained up the every night.” Akihiko smiled.

Mitsuru blushed madly and pressed her lips together in concentration. She swore she would not give in, while trying hard to convince herself this plan was to uphold her ideals and not to ensure that her promised regiment would be as long, pleasurable and humiliating as her willpower could manage before she begged for release,