Dancing After Midnight

Balancing school life, dance practice and shadow hunting in Mementos had been as burdensome a task as Kasumi had predicted when she first refused membership with the Phantom Thieves. Fortunately, her status as an elite gymnast on scholarship gave her some leeway her fellow students did not possess. One such privilege was the ability to request a certain amount of time off from school and practice so long as doing so would not hinder her availability during competitions. Until recently Kasumi had never made use of this benefit, believing it important to live the life of a normal high school student as much as possible despite the added burdens and expectations riding on her. But her prior explorations of Mementos had been slow and yielded nothing of use. Thus she arranged to have an entire day all to herself to explore the Metaverse at her leisure. She was determined to find the mysterious Conductor responsible for her horrific ordeal and make his shadow pay for all the humiliation she had suffered.

Kasumi was not, as a rule, a vindictive person. But the passing days had not lessened the depths of her shame whenever she entered the Academy. Looking teachers and staff members in the eyes was a labor unto itself. Rumors and gossip flew around Shujin as readily and rapidly as they ever had, and it was clear that most of it was centered around her right now. The smirks, leers and contemptuous glances the other students were giving her were positively unbearable. Abstractly she wondered if this was anything like her Senpai’s experience on his first day. But then at least the students had been afraid of him and given him a wide berth. For Kasumi every eye seemed to be on her, every whisper full of mockery and laughter. She had no idea if time would ever erase the shame of that incident, but the reminders of her embarrassment were omnipresent. So Kasumi was relishing the chance to give the perverted conspirator some well deserved payback when she stole his heart, despite her typically demure attitude.

Alas, Kasumi had no way of knowing when she entered the Metaverse early that morning that less than 24 hours later she would be cowering in Mementos’ twisting passages, stripped once again, her humiliation a thousand times more intense than what she had suffered in the physical world, and her only hope a **** plea for help to the Phantom Thieves.

Physically speaking Kasumi was quite possibly the most fit and active Persona User in Tokyo, with Ryuji and Makoto competing for a distant second. Moreover, the awakening of the Persona came with preternatural enhancements that augmented normal abilities to positively superhuman levels of strength, speed and endurance (certainly within the Metaverse, and on a more subtle level even in the mundane world). But the tunnels of Mementos snaked their otherworldly tendrils throughout the streets of Tokyo and deep, deep below the surface. They were an endless, constantly shifting maze that ran for miles in all directions. The Phantom Thieves had come to rely on Morgana’s transformative powers to navigate those corridors. Exploring them on foot and alone, without the benefit of Morgana or Futaba to provide direction, was a daunting task. Fending off packs of roving Shadows without any backup was likewise a deadly challenge. So small wonder that Kasumi was feeling quite exhausted by the time she trudged out of another dark tunnel into the relatively open space of a safe zone. It had the look of a lightless subway platform, trains forged of darkness and blood red light thundering past her to the left and right. Sighing in relief, Kasumi dragged herself to a metal bench and practically flopped down. Hours spent meandering from one end of this forsaken place to the other and all she had to show was sore feet and a hunger pang. With a sigh, Kasumi lay down fully on the bench, listening to the eerie winds and the sound of the trains, and debated whether to return to the surface or continue her search. In the end exhaustion and the hypnotic sound of the subway cars coaxed her into a fitful sleep despite the sinister location.

Mementos brought on strange dreams. She was a peasant in some distant kingdom in a long ago time and place. She was a servant to a malicious step mother and numerous step sisters. Each of them had the face of the ogre who had bullied her at school. There was a ball. She had received a gift from a magical fairy god cat, a mangy looking creature with strikingly blue eyes. She danced among the nobles, the envy of everyone present. And the prince appeared, and he looked very much like her Senpai. And they danced endlessly into the night. But somewhere a clock chimed midnight. And the magic died. And Kasumi found her magical gown fading away like mist, leaving her dressed in nothing but high heeled shoes made of crystal. She tried to flee, but her sisters caught her and dragged her before her senpai prince. And while he leered and laughed at her predicament, he demanded an explanation. And the sisters explained that she was their ****, and every night they made her work and clean entirely naked, teasing and spanking and pleasuring her however they saw fit. And the prince asked if she would accompany her sisters into the palace if he married one of them. And this they confirmed. And so Kasumi was ordered never again to wear any clothing, and attend to the needs of the court and nobles and her sister queen as she had before. And so she lived ever after, naked, horny and humiliated, a slutty **** there for the service and amusement of the entire kingdom.

Time has always been a strange, inconstant thing in the sea of the human soul. Bound as much by the logic of dreams and the subconscious as physical moments, how much time passes within a cognitive world and outside of it are rarely identical. In Mementos, an adventurer might face a thousand battles and still come home to enjoy a full night of rest. And the distortion grows worse the further down you go. So there was no way to tell how long Kasumi rested there. All she knew was that she was brought back to consciousness forcibly and suddenly by a shrill noise. The noise of her cell phone ringing.

Kasumi stared at the phone and the unknown caller on the ID display for a long moment. Her mind was still reeling from the transition from sleep to wakefulness, and her hand was trembling with adrenaline and a deep sense of foreboding. Her cell phone was ringing. Her cell phone was ringing in Mementos. As she recalled, her Senpai claimed that electronics in general had a spotty and unpredictable functionality inside the Metaverse. But even putting that aside…who could possibly be calling? Surely extradimensional psychic planes of reality were not covered by her provider! Then again, Mementos did supposedly intersect with the real world at places all across Tokyo. So maybe somehow, some way her phone could pick up a signal even in this place? Maybe it worked because her cognition expected it to work? But everyone who knew her number was in her phone and well known to Kasumi. So who…with a long breath Kasumi pressed the answer button.

“You are a very stubborn girl, Mrs. Yoshizawa. Do you have any idea how dangerous coming here alone can be?” The Conductor asked.

“You.” Kasumi said sharply.

“Yes. Me. After a fashion.” The voice chuckled. “I’m the shadow of the Conductor. An important distinction. The human from your world of course has no idea this place exists or how to access it. But as you’ve already seen, he is very good at digging up information and invading networks. I have a similar talent for finding and exploiting secrets within Mementos. Hence how I managed to get in touch with you over the phone. It felt rude, just letting you meander through these tunnels. You came all this way to fight me and steal my heart. So I wanted to call and touch base.” The voice mocked.

“Where. Are. You.” Kasumi asked, gritting her teeth. “Come out here and face me.”

“You have absolutely no idea how any of this works. You could search down here forever and not find a soul. You need the name of your target. Without it, you’ll never find me. Unless I want to be found.” The Conductor explained, boredom in his tone. “You really are dangerously out of your depth on this one. You would be better off asking that Senpai for help. But then of course you’d have to explain the situation. How you were tricked into losing your clothes and everyone in the school saw you naked in that obscene pose. My counterpart could share a copy of the video with him if you like. It doesn’t seem fair for him to the only boy in Shujin Academy who hasn’t seen you naked.”

“Tell me where you are!” Kasumi snapped.

“Oh, I will. If you really want to find me, I’ll be happy to guide you. But I’m going to be kind and warn you upfront. The last time you tried to interfere with me, I gave you the worst humiliation of your life. But that was nothing. A free sample. If you really want to know what real, complete, utter humiliation tastes like, then by all means come to me. I’ll be happy to serve you the main course.”

“I’m not afraid of you!” Kasumi snapped. “Your heart is mine now!”

“What a disappointingly predictable response.” The Conductor sighed. “That Persona awoke to the spark of rebellion in your soul. Perhaps you were feeling repressed by this world, or were a victim of the corrupt and powerful that dominate it. And now that you’ve tasted the strength of your Persona you’ve decided to pay them all back for what they did to you. Oh, I’m sure in your mind you think it is all justified. Saving victims. Bringing down corruption. Maybe at first it was even true. But down here you have an edge you never had in the real world. Down here the powerful are ****, the shadows can be beaten down by the Persona. Down here you are the one in control. Here you have the power. And the longer you stay in the spotlight, the more glory and power you crave. Soon the shadows are the ones who need to be saved from you.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about. Tell me where you are!” Kasumi snapped.

“All right. I was trying to be nice, giving you an out like that. But if you insist on more humiliation, just follow the imps.”

“The wha-“ Kasumi began to ask, then noticed a series of white flashes on the opposite side of the platform.

A group of imps were flying about, looking in her direction and smirking with their broad, toothy grins. It took her a moment to realize each of the flying shadows was holding a camera. As she watched two of the creatures raised their respective cameras, adjusted the long lenses attached to the devices, and produced a powerful flash of white in her general direction. It took another moment of their snickering, leering, and the general direction they were pointing the cameras for Kasumi to realize their intent. With a glare and a blush she raised her free hand over her chest to block the close up pictures being taken of her ample cleavage. She glared at their mocking laughter and raised the phone back to her ear.

“This is a safe zone. How are the Shadows here? And why do they have cameras? What use do Shadows even have with cameras down here? How would they develop the pictures or make a digital copy?” She asked, incredulous and slightly embarrassed by the way the creatures were eyeing her up.

“Shadows enter safe areas all the time, Yoshizawa-san. You can see trains full of them riding in and out of this station every few minutes. They remain docile and won’t attack, but they can still perform other tasks. Like working a camera. I taught them how to do that myself. As for the pictures…well, no need for you to worry about that just yet.” The Conductor said. “Now hurry. They won’t wait if you let yourself get left behind!”

Kasumi gasped as the shadows suddenly began flying in a thick cloud toward a nearby exit. Without hesitation she performed another acrobatic leap over the subway gap and gave chase, her previous exhaustion entirely forgotten.

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“Uhhhh, hey Kasumi! Commander Calamari called. He wanted to let you know IT’S A TRAP!” Futaba said in alarm and disbelief.

“Commander…who?” Kasumi muttered, utterly confused. “A-anyway, I knew it was a trap! I just…thought I could still beat him. It seemed like…like what Senpai and all of you would do…”

“We have gotten ourselves into some bad situations.” Ann noted.

“Leaving the calling card does seem like an open invitation to prepare an ambush. I know that’s what I would do if I was a Shadow.” Haru added.

“It was still a huge risk.” Makoto admonished. “But please continue.”

“Y-yes. I followed the Imps further into Mementos. Along the way we encountered more Shadows. None of them attacked me, but they all had cameras. They kept crawling up the walls or flying overhead or slouching low and slithering on the ground. They kept trying to take pictures of…my butt or my breasts as I ran along. I tried to avoid them, but I know some of them got some embarrassing photos of me…” Kasumi said with a whimper. “Senpais? Do I have to keep going? This is so humiliating to remember…”

“I’m sorry. But please go over every detail. We need to know as much about this Shadow’s methods as we can learn.” Makoto said.

Futaba nodded vigorously, while Ann and Haru offered sympathetic smiles but also nodded their encouragement. Kasumi blushed. There was concern and worry on their faces, certainly, but she was increasingly certain their rapt attention was equally due to an increasing eagerness to know all the sordid details about her impending nudity!

Kasumi had seen their reactions as she recounted her stripping in the gymnasium, and just how eagerly they were all hanging on her words. With a blush she also recalled that devious little voice in her head encouraging her to draw out the scene involving her public exposure. For some reason she was coloring the narrative with as many descriptions of her embarrassment and the leering faces staring at her naked body as she could. In telling her story she was titillating and teasing her audience as much as if she were stripping in front of them herself, and the feeling was as exciting as it was embarrassing.

In fact, it was becoming more and more exciting by the moment…

“Oh no.” She whispered. “No. Please. Not again…”

“Kasumi?” Makoto asked, the hint of perversion in her eyes replaced with concern in only a moment.

Kasumi hugged her body, swaying unsteadily on her feet. “We can’t. We just found…please, no. Not in front of everyone!”

“Futaba?” Makoto whispered, the neon green girl yanking the goggles over her head.

“This is weird. The readings are like a cross between summoning a Persona and awakening to one for the first time…” Futaba said.

“Cendrillon…” Kasumi moaned, now visibly shaking, her eyes assuming a yellow shimmer as she spoke. “Don’t do this to me. Not now. We just found some clothes. You can’t just…Pleeaaase.”

The last word was a drawn out whisper as the group watched in alarm.

“Oh. Oh wow. Wowwwwww.” Futaba whispered.

“What? What is it?” Makoto demanded.

“Heh. So you remember how it felt when your Persona spoke to you for the first time? Your eyes got yellow, your head felt like a cross between the worst migraine of your life and like your skull would explode all at once? You just knew there was something inside you that needed to be released and by sheer irresistible instinct you knew that you had to rip that mask off no matter how much it would hurt?” Futaba asked.

“Yes?” Makoto said.

“Welp! Looks like the Conductor or whoever has changed the setting on Kasumi-chan’s interface when he stole her name. The Persona is in there, and it wants to come out the way it did when it first made the contract. And I guess it is still using the symbolism of being released the way it usually uses the mask being ripped off. Kasumi is definitely feeling a really really intense overwhelming sensation right now and she definitely wants to take some actions to relieve it and release the Persona. Just…a little differently from usual.”

“What are you…” Makoto began.

With a loud moan of dismay and shame Kasumi lost the struggle with her inner self. The red haired girl shifted her hands, one sneaking up under her shirt to foddle her breasts, while the other snaked beneath her short shirts. All four onlookers blushed crimson as Kasumi moaned and swayed, her hands and fingers moving with obvious, **** abandon over her breasts and sex, her hips softly moving up and down in response to the rhythm of her fingers.

“Please. D-don’t look, Senpais! Don’t watch me d-doing something so…” Kasumi begged, even as her whole body was engulfed in blue flame, devouring her top and shorts and leaving her completely naked, one hand desperately playing with her breasts and pinching her nipples while the other was pumping two finger in and out of her exposed womanhood at a feverish pace.

“Oh my god.” Makoto said in awe.

“Yeah. Right now her readings look like what would happen if someone hit me with a thousand Marin Karins at once and then took me back in time to the beach to gawk at all of you.” Futaba said.

“…Wait, what?” Ann asked.

“…oh come on. I was nervous and scared and needed something to focus on! And all of you and the guys were in those little swimsuits-“ Futaba muttered.

“Its fine. Its fine.” Ann said in a placating tone. “No worries. Its not like we didn’t check you out in that little yellow suit too.”

“….D-duly noted.” Futaba stammered, blushing at the statement.

Despite their exchange, none of the girls had taken their eyes off the naked red head or her erotic performance. At last with a long moan of protest Kasumi fell to the ground, lying on her back with her lower torso pointed towards the other girls. Her legs spread wide apart, both hands now clutching and spreading the lips of her soaking pussy, the fingers of the right hand moving her excited clit in tiny, rapid circles while the other hand now dedicated three fingers to the task of pumping in and out of her deeper folds. Kasumi’s sense of utter humiliation was intense and all consuming, and the lust that was left in its wake demanded a ****, fast tempo to be appeased. Her young, flexible body was soon thrusting with obscene abandon, her legs spread over 90 degrees to either side and her hips rising up and swaying from side to side with all the abandon and energy they had ever provided to her less carnal performances. Her orgasm, a finale magnificent explosion of pleasure the likes of which Kasumi had never felt before, was achieved with her lower body at the peak of a curving arch, her quivering pussy presented as lewdly and completely as it possibly could be to the onlookers. It was accompanied by an impressive fireworks display of blue flame, enveloping the embarrassed, horny girl in an azure light that left her again clothed in the scattered remnants of her Phantom Thief costume. The other girls could not find the will to do more than stare in aghast wonder as Kasumi continued to orgasm again and again on the stony floor of Mementos, continuing to squeeze her breasts and indulgently play with herself as her trembling body pantomimed the act of lovemaking, rocking her with one smaller orgasm after another like the aftershocks of a massive earthquake.

As she writhed in helpless pleasure, Cendrillon appeared above her, arms crossed and a look of satisfaction on her face.

“We have danced a thousand dances. We have prepared and performed before a thousand eyes. The thrill and love of displaying our beautiful, graceful body in all of our splendor burns through our being like white hot fire. Now the bell of midnight has rung. Our coach, our servants and our gown have vanished. But we will not flee from the ball. We will dance in nothing but glass heels, our most secret places revealed. Our body is beautiful and magnificent, and it yearns never to be hidden again.”

The Persona vanished. Yet the silence reigned long after Kasumi finally lay still, her body’s need for attention finally subsiding. The redhead’s eyes fluttered open, her blush hotter than ever. Had she…had she really just…with a whimper the mortified girl sat up, drawing her booted knees up to her chest and hiding her nudity as best she could. Her lips were trembling and her eyes were wide as dinner plates. She was naked again…and they had just seen her do the single most indecent, slutty thing imaginable! And she had known they were watching…knew it and loved it, touching herself all the more wantonly because of it! She could never come back from this. She had just recovered some tiny little shred of her dignity, and had it ripped away from her again along with her new clothes! How could she possibly face any of them ever again now that they had discovered (along with her) that there was such a slutty, humiliation craving nudist hidden behind that modest, professional façade?

Makoto continued to stare in stunned silence, feeling an intense blush beneath her mask. Kasumi’s performance was without a doubt the most intensely erotic thing Makoto had seen in her whole life. Even after recovering from her shock and wonder at the performance Makoto’s mind was at a complete loss regarding their next move. She certainly had no words of comfort for the freshman- Kasumi’s humiliation was obvious and all consuming, and Makoto could think of nothing she might do or say to ease that embarrassment (after all, none of them could unsee what had just happened, and would in fact likely carry the vision with them for the rest of their lives). Logistically their plans had also just been turned upside down since Kasumi’s nudity would carry over into the real world and they were officially out of spare clothes to offer her.

Ann made the first move. Walking softly over to the girl, Ann knelt down and lightly touched Kasumi’s shoulder. The red haired girl locked her eyes on the leather bound cat girl, a skittish forlorn look on her face. Ann gave her a sympathetic smile, a look that did not try to hide the lust she was feeling along with her genuine concern.

“You okay?” She asked softly.

“Senpai….I’m naked again.” Kasumi whimpered, stating the obvious.

“I know. I’m sorry. This has to be really embarrassing for you. But we’re still here to help you. We’ll figure all of this out.” Ann said reassuringly.

“And I…I did…what I did something in front of you all…” Kasumi moaned.

“I know. That’s okay, too. I won’t tell you not to be embarrassed. But I don’t think you could help yourself. So don’t worry about that part too much, okay? It isn’t your fault.” Ann said softly.

“You…all of you were watch me…” Kasumi moaned.

“We did. And I’m sorry about that too. We came here to help, and we will. We’re all trying to get you out of this situation. But you have a very beautiful body, and you look very cute when you blush, and the Shadow that did this to you is messing with you and displaying you in a way that is meant to be as embarrassing and erotic as possible. We’re trying to help and not stare too much…but its really hard not to look. I hope you can forgive us for that.” Ann whispered.

“Senpai…” Kasumi said, her voice deflating even more. “That’s just it. I..I don’t mind that. At all. That’s the most shameful part. Knowing you can’t help but look at me, and imagining what you are all thinking…it makes me feel excited! Like Cendrillon said. I’m…I’m a pervert, Senpai.” Kasumi said in despair.

“Now, now.” Ann said, patting the younger girl’s head. “That’s okay too. You found yourself in a little situation you couldn’t control, and you walked away learning something new about yourself. That happens sometimes.”

Kasumi sniffed, on the verge of tears. “R-really?”

“Oh yeah.” Futaba said, making her way over to the duo and dropping to her knees. “Its worse when you have a Persona. Lots of things you forgot about yourself or never wanted to know get dredged up. You think this is bad, remind me to tell you how I summoned mine up. I promise nobody here is gonna judge you for what's happening with your Persona.”

“And we don’t mind if you need to do this sort of thing again.” Haru added, joining the group. “We’ll be happy to watch you as many times as you need us to.”

“Haru!” Makoto said in horror.

“I mean…I wasn’t gonna say anything, but she’s right.” Futaba said.

Kasumi blushed intensely, closed her eyes and laughed softly. The situation was so humiliating and absurd, what else could she do?

“I’ll keep that in mind. What do we do now?” Kasumi asked.

“We head for the surface. When we get there one of us will find you something to wear and the rest will stand guard. But you…will probably have to be naked when we return to the real world.” Makoto said softly.

Kasumi blushed but nodded. It seemed as if her Persona would allow nothing less.

“On the way…you should finish your story!” Futaba said. “Like, you said ‘not again’ earlier. So this has happened before? Did you do something like that after the Shadows stole your name?”

“N..Not exactly. It was…much worse than that.” Kasumi said in misery.

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“Have you realized it yet?” The Conductor asked over the phone.

“Realized what?” Kasumi said angrily, marching past the now enormous hoard of shadows on either side of her.

“These shadows. Do you recognize them?” The Conductor asked.

“All of you look the same to me.” Kasumi admitted.

“Rude! A Shadow is an entity spawned from the **** of a human mind. I picked these shadows out very carefully. They all come from the minds of people who were in the audience two nights ago. In other words these shadows have all seen you naked, Yoshizawa-san.” The Conductor said with obvious glee.

Kasumi blushed. “You’ll pay for that! You’ll regret every bit of humiliation you put me through.”

“All I regret is how harsh my lessons have to be. If all of you would just keep your heads down and stay out of the way of the Phantom Thieves and the Phandom, I would never have had to go this far. But to all of you, we’re nothing but a joke. Only the most blatant acts of humiliation can teach you not to underestimate me or get in my way.” The Conductor snapped.

“Your way? But the Phantom Thieves would never condone what you’ve been doing!” Kasumi snapped.

“That’s because the Phantom Thieves have been blinded by fame and greed. They think too small and they treat their allies like tools they can use, **** or ignore however and whenever they like. But you don’t need to worry about them. They have their own lessons to learn. And they’ll wish for less time in the spotlight soon enough. Suffice to say, their goals are far too important for anyone to stand in the way. Even if that someone is a Phantom Thief.” The Conductor lectured.

“You sound so twisted.” Kasumi said.

“I most certainly am. Don’t mistake me, Yoshizawa. I hate doing these things as much as anyone. The fact that I exist down here as a shadow infuriates me as much as anyone else. If the Phantom Thieves were doing their job, I wouldn’t have to step in, and this shadow version of me wouldn’t need to exist. You might not believe me, but I’m looking forward to the day I cease to exist as much as anyone.” The Shadow said.

“Then I have good news. When I find you and steal your heart, your wish will be granted. Now where are you?” Kasumi said.

“Very close. It won’t be long now.” The Conductor said. “One last thing, though. Your Senpai seems to have left you sadly uninformed about how this world works. You really didn’t know about needing a name when you came here?”

“I’ve never officially joined the Phantom Thieves. I’m sure he would have brought me up to speed.” Kasumi said.

“Very unfortunate he never had the chance. In the real world names are just terms we give ourselves and everyone around us. In a cognitive world, a name is practically as good as a treasure. It is a living embodiment of who you are. And how you view yourself is critical in this kind of place. I think you are well acquainted with the quirks of this little cognitive reality- mental states bleed into physical emanations here. The reason you have that little mask on is that anonymity has power, in this world and the real one. You can do things under the cover of night that you just can’t do when your face is known. Enemies can’t threaten someone they can’t name or find, for example. And that sense of power plays with your mental state as well. You become bolder when no one knows who you really are. And that boldness becomes your armor- that sleek thieving costume you wear. On the other hand, if a shadow knows your name and how to exploit it…well…the Metaverse can be very literal sometimes. Exposing your identity can lead to exposing…well, let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”

“You love hearing yourself talk, don’t you?” Kasumi said bitterly.

She stormed out of the long tunnel, shadows trailing behind her. The world around her was strangely twisted with black and red veins crawling through the environment, pulsing in a disturbing manner. In the center stood a silhouetted figure holding a cell phone. Kasumi practically broke into a run when she saw him, but suddenly she found herself blinded. Dozens of stage lights had suddenly come on all around her, completely illuminating her body and making everything beyond the light almost impossible to see.

“I do like to talk. But you are correct, we’ve drawn this out long enough. The fact of the matter is, a girl who doesn’t even know who she really is makes a particularly easy target in the Metaverse. Sumire “Kasumi” Yoshizawa, I know your name and your identity! And with that knowledge, I claim them as my own! Now show us who you really are!”

The effect began as a tickling in her stomach. All at once she felt the sensation expand to a pleasant warmth through her body, followed by a growing aching of need and longing. She blinked and her eyes assumed a yellow glow. She tried to speak, and all that left her was a long moan. As she began to stumble back, she felt a suspicious stiffness overcoming the tips of her nipples and an alarming wetness in more private places. And a moment later, everything around her was consumed by blue flame. The changes in her attire and the lack of a leotard became obvious a second later.

Kasumi let out a cry of dismay and lust, confused and embarrassed and impossibly aroused. But the Shadows did not give her a moment of peace. They surged forward, led by a large blob of black material from which dozens of hands was sprouting. Disoriented and ashamed, Kasumi barely managed a scream before the thing was upon her. Dozens of arms seized her, lifting her off the ground. She felt her legs spread wide apart at a nearly flat angle, while her arms and pony tail were pulled above her head. She realized with complete shame that the shadow was holding her in the same humiliating position she had been tied up in when she had been exposed in the real world. The embarrassment pulsed through her…as did the supernatural lust of her Persona.

“Your Persona is Cendrillon if I recall correctly. I believe she has a particular passion for displaying herself before an audience and basking in the attention of all those who view her. So I have a suggestion for you, Cendrillon. If you will withhold emerging from this girl for…say, two hours, I promise the shadows will give her body all the attention it can handle.”

“Wha…Wha…Wha?” Kasumi stuttered, the overwhelming feeling of lust filling her every nerve and thought.

“Of course, now that I’ve claimed your name and adjusted the means of summoning your Persona, orgasm is the means by which it emerges into the world. So if she doesn’t come out, you won’t be feeling any sort of release any time soon. You’ll just be stuck in that state of intense need, naked and helpless, until she and I allow you some relief.”

Kasumi’s eyes widened as three large shadows emerged from the crowd, each a purple colored floating orb that seemed to be made up entirely of a grinning mouth and a vast tongue.

“….oh no…” Kasumi whimpered as the creatures advanced.

A moment later Kasumi was a blushing, moaning mess of lust as the shadows teased and played with her body. Her large, sensitive breasts and exposed sex were being licked, sucked and eaten out by the hungry mouths with expert precision. Other alien hands and appendages were touching bared thighs, exposed stomach and every other naked inch of her in an intensely erotic way. And despite how enthusiastically and desperately she responded to the attention, her body refused to give her that precious release. The shadows were in effect teasing and playing with her, cruelly denying her the final release of pleasure that every inch of her being craved so desperately. She moaned and begged and thrust her body up against the exploring hands as much as she was allowed, but the shadows only laughed and mocked her, photographing the humiliation and continuing to tease her. Occasionally, she had to yelp in pain and surprise as certain shadows switched tactics and administered a few sharp spanks or twisted her nipples in a cruelly calculated way that married pleasure and pain.

After the longest two hours of her life, every minute drawn out with the most pleasurable **** Kasumi had ever experienced in her young life she was at last allowed the relief she needed. Kasumi was aware, dimly, of screaming out in ecstasy as her whole body seemed to explode with erotic release. She was blinded by cameras recording her intense moment of utter humiliation, then was practically tossed onto all four while her body still orgasmed. To her shame Kasumi could not bring herself to do anything other than spread her legs wide and use her hand to finger herself as her long overdue orgasm was echoed by another one, followed by another and then another. She had no idea how long she sat there on her hands and knees like a dog, wantonly finger herself to orgasm after orgasm while the horde of monsters watched and laughed and leered at her ****, slutty display. During her agonizing period of teasing Kasumi had dimly realized that, if the Conductor was telling this truth, her tormentors were the shadows of everyone who had seen her on display two days ago. The living embodiment of every dirty thought, erotic fantasy and deviant desire that audience had experienced seeing her naked that night had decided to assemble here to show her all the secret ways they had wanted to play, tease, and humiliate her. And that thought was screaming through her mind as she continued to pose herself in front them in the aftermath, lustfully masturbating all the more eagerly knowing who and what was witnessing her shame. In the most twisted, deviant part of Kasumi's mind she was trying to reward those staring, leering creatures who had lavished so much attention upon her naked body, letting them see the results of their handiwork in how much her body had loved the humiliation.

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“Then he told me to start running.” Kasumi finished.

Four wide eyed girls stared at her as she ended her tale. Makoto finally managed to speak.

“To..to run?”

“They…started chasing me! They gave me a head start, photographed me and my body as it swayed and jiggled up and down the corridors. And then they’d ‘catch’ me, and tease and humiliate me again! And then Cendrillon gets excited again and I have to…do it again while they watched and took pictures. And then they made me run away and it happened all over again. All the time since then has just been them playing with me like a cat and a mouse!”

“I…I see. I’m glad you were able to break free from them and call us.” Makoto said.

“Oh. I didn’t. At one point in the middle of it all the Conductor said something about only the Phantom Thieves being able to help me and that my phone should be able reach them…” Kasumi said.

The four girls stopped in their tracks.

“He TOLD you to call us?” Haru asked.

“Y…Yes?” Kasumi asked.

Before the foursome could respond, a mocking laugh came down the corridor.

“I think Oracle put it best, didn’t she Phantom Ladies? This has all been a trap.”

Everyone gasped in horror as the Conductor slowly made his way down the corridor, the yellow eyes of Mishima Yuuki’s shadow staring back at them.