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Kasumi watched wide eyed as the naked phantom thieves darted back and forth around her, her rising sense of worry at war with the newly awakened perversions as she blushingly stared at three pairs of lovely naked breasts and exposed bottoms as they jiggled freely and energetically before her. The other girls were clearly panicking, rushing this way and that, desperately trying to gather up their scattered inventory before the ‘Reaper’ appeared…whatever that was. Only Makoto seemed unfazed by the distant sound of chains, although her rigid unmoving stance and calculating inward gaze hinted she was far from taking the situation lightly.

Abruptly Makoto reached out her hand and snagged a passing Ann by her long red cat tail (recently warped by the same demented curse that had stripped all the girls of most of their costumes into a large stylized butt plug anchored deeply in her rear). With a sharp yank Makoto pulled the mostly naked phantom thief backwards, eliciting a loud yelp of surprise as Ann stumbled and nearly fell before being caught in the firm arms of the student council president. For a moment the blonde stared with bewildered, sky blue eyes into the confident, smirking sunset red gaze of the naked biker. Kasumi found herself swooning just a little. Once again she was struck by the casual familiarity and intimacy between the other girls, making her believe more than that their naked curse had simply lifted a flood gate an unspoken sexual tension built over the course of the school year.

“D-don’t do that!!” Ann squeeked, trembling slightly and rubbing her backside, even while she arched her back and pressed herself ever so slightly closer as the brunette held her

“Oh? Something wrong?” Makoto asked softly, her tone mostly confident but with a momentary concern breaking the facade. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“I…You…It…” Ann stammered, still shaking and fidgeting, her breasts squeezing against Makoto. “Its sensitive!”

Makoto looked at her, glancing over her trembling naked form and noted the intense blush on her face. Funny how the mind could adapt. The five of them were in a semi-constant state of blushing between the endless feeling of embarrassment and the frequent feelings of arousal and depraved episodes of frantic masturbation and lovemaking…but already Makoto’s keen eye had begun to discern the different ‘flavors’ of blushing her companions sported. Ann’s face was burning with humiliation, as expected, but she did not have the look of flushed pain Makoto was coming to know so well thanks to the sessions of spanks and whippings they all seemed to enjoy. Oh no, that was the look of something a bit more…wanton.

“Good. I need your help.” Makoto cooed, her smirk growing, pressing the blonde closer pressing her knee gently between the other’s legs.

“…but…NOW?” Ann squeeled, her face a mix of arousal and terror.

“Right now. You have the most experience here. You dated him first, and you’re the only one of us who has had a girlfriend before now.”

“But the Reaper…wait, h-how do you know about Shiho-“ Ann asked.

“I didn’t, but thank you for confirming my suspicion.” Makoto said, earning a blushing pout from Ann. “And I have a plan. But we need to hurry. Trust me…”

Makoto gasped as Ann gave a slight sigh of exasperation and began kissing her upperclassman. From the sidelines Haru and Futaba had stopped and joined Kasumi in spectating, their curiosity (and less savory emotions) overcoming their fear. Futaba offered a small smirk, rolling her eyes as she glanced at the other two. Kasumi stifled her own laugh in understanding. Ann had indeed not required much convincing.

“You know, little miss tail puller…” Ann muttered while pressing Makoto up against the cold stone pillar. “In case you’ve forgotten, I’m not the only one that got ‘equipped’ with some embarrassing ‘extras’…”

Makoto looked confused, the gasped as Ann squeezed her breast, deliberately clamping the nippled between her fingers and wiggling it side to side. Makoto’s piercings vibrating in response as Ann began to ‘ring’ them like a bell. Her other gloved hand moved between her legs, giving her pierced clit a similar treatment, while her mouth began sucking the other nippled with enthusiasm, the tongue batting the rigid pierced nippled back and forth. Ann quickly earned her place as the Lover Arcana, her manipulation quickly reducing the confident council president to a quiver, moaning mess of incoherence in mere moments.

“Oh, do you like that, Mrs Super Serious Bookworm? I think you do.” Ann hissed as she removed her mouth from the other girl. “Good guess about me and Shiho. Guess I should expect that from our nosey little wanna be detective, huh? Well, here’s another secret. I L-O-V-E girls with muscles. Sexy abs, firm butts, thin little stomachs…so cute. Shiho, Kasumi…and our shy little student council president who’s secretly loves building up those muscles and fighting styles and all those improper things her sister would never approve of. You’re the ones that drive me crazy most of all!”

Makoto gasped as Ann pulled her off the pillar and pushed her backwards. Makoto found herself pushed onto the ground, sitting on all fours with her breasts and hips facing the sky, her legs wide open and her pussy raised off the ground and presented towards Ann. The naked cat girl loomed over the naked biker girl, the whip in her hands stretched tight in a long leather line. Makoto gasped and Ann hungrily kneeled before her, the cord of the careful pressed between the open lips of her sex. Makoto moaned loudly, thrusting her hips forward. Ann’s face was a mask of lusty delight, moving the length of leather up and down and side to side over her lover’s sopping sex, her own hips swishing back and forth as she mercilessly flicked Makoto’s clit and thrumming piercing.

“Ann! Ann! More! Don’t stop! DON’T STOP! I’m almost…” Makoto gasped, her eyes widening suddenly as a deep yellow glow filled them. “There. JOHANNA! COME TO ME!”

Kasumi shielded her eyes from the burning blue light in front of her, feeling the wind whip past her, causing her coat to flap wildly and her breasts to jiggle from the onslaught. The fire subsided a moment later, replaced by the steady thrumming and revving of a powerful engine. Makoto sat in the center of the former conflagration, perched atop of gleaming silver motorcycle with a human face.

“She really did it. She summoned her Persona!” Kasumi said in awe.

“H-Hurry everyone! Get…on!!” Makoto said, her voice cracking with a notable strain.

“You can control it! I didn’t think your Persona would cooperate! That’s incredible!” Kasumi said. “Cendrillon always turned on me when I called her!”

“We made a deal!! J-Just get on already!!” Makoto pleaded, her face flushed.

“Can we all fit?” Futaba asked, glancing at the other and whistling under her breath.

Kasumi understood the look at once. Aside from Kasumi herself, Makoto was the most dedicated of the Phantom Thieves when it came to physical activity. And their areas of interest were entirely different regarding exercise. Kasumi had to focus on keeping light and limber, while Makoto’s routine was all about power and strength. Her body was thus well proportioned and muscular, and nowhere was this more apparent than in her rear end. To put it simply, Makoto had the most magnificent ass out of all the Phantom Thieves, none of whom were particularly deficient in that area in the first place. It was a work of art, secretly admired and envied by all her teammates (with the possible exception of Morgana, who had eyes only for Ann, and Yusuke, whose definition of beauty was as likely to include lobsters as it was a finely toned bottom). And Makoto’s current position on the bike (most likely very deliberately, given the traitorously erotic nature that had overtaken their Personas) had her straddling the device, her legs hugging either side of the powerful engine while her posture was leaning far forward, almost lying on her stomach, her ass cheeks pushed out and on display in the most lewd way possible, each soft round orb of toned flesh spread out and separated and presented in full glory. Kasumi and the other girls blushed hot, the impish urge to reach out and caress, squeeze, and spank the glorious creation innocently displaying itself from its thrumming pedestal.

“Its fine! It will be tight but we can do it! We don’t-“ Makoto gasped, and visibly shuddered before regaining composure. “We don’t have much choice!! We have to outrun that monster and this is the only way we can!!! Get! On!”

“You doing okay?” Futaba asked, cocking an eyebrow.

Ann snickered. “Better than okay. Take a look at that seat…”

The group took their eyes off the naked student council president and gasped. Her motorcycle and undergone some changes. Makoto seating position had her straddling a raised triangle in the middle of her seat. Kasumi’s eyes widened and her blush increased as she noted that the apparatus was serving to separate more than her cheeks….the wedge was neatly dividing her pussy lips on either side as well. And by the subtle shuddering of her body and the movement of the thrumming cycle the girls realized that every vibration great and smell generated by the engine must passing right through that shaft. Makoto’s motorcycle was effectively serving double duty as the most powerful vibrator on the planet.

“I’m starting to understand the nature of this ‘deal’ you made.” Haru said, a little in awe.

“Heh Heh! Oh, and she still has that clit piercing on, too! That thing must be driving you INSANE! And you haven’t even started moving yet. I bet at high speed that thing will make you lose your mind!” Ann said, practically clapping her hands in glee.

“Keep laughing, Panther. It..!!!...won’t go any easier on you when you climb on…” Makoto muttered.

“….Oh. Oh, fuck.” Ann deadpanned.

“Maybe we could-“

The movement of chains could be heard down the hallway.

“Out of options! Get ON!” Makoto snapped.

The girls glanced at each other, then nodded. Eyes locked meaningfully on Makoto ass, the foursome silently raised their fists high overhead and brought them down.

“Yes!” Ann cheered, pantomiming the snipping of the scissors that had won her the round of roshambo. Blushing but smiling, the mostly naked blonde gingerly made her way to the bike, carefully extended one booted leg over the large device and settling in. She let out a long, sensuous moan as her nether regions settled into position on the wedge, her body clenching slightly as her arms wrapped around Makoto while her breasts instinctively rubbed against her back.

“That’s…a little intense.” She whispered, receiving a ‘no shit’ look from Makoto before the pair shared a brief, hungry kiss.

One by one they made their way onboard. Kasumi was the last, almost screaming in delight when her sensitive places made contact with the vibrating frame. They made such an obscene yet hilariously absurd display perched tightly together on the machine, blushing madly and fighting the urge to grind their hungry pussies against the seat and give into the orgasm threatening to overtake them at any moment. Kasumi blushed madly, clutching Futaba closely and trying not to think about their naked bodies sandwiched so tightly against each other. Makoto was noticeably gritting her teeth in concentration as she put on the gas, intensely focused on the road and ignoring the spike in vibrations and tempo underneath her. Kasumi stifled a moan. The relentless vibration of the engine pressed so close against her hungry pussy was driving her crazy! But her lust and shame was multiplied so much more by the warm, soft flesh of her senpais so close at hand, the five of them radiating a mutual lust and shame at their predicament, all wanting so badly to fulfill that mutual need to be pleasured and touched.

There was a brief, heart rending moment when they passed the glowing red monstrosity of the reaper, who turned and moved in their direction just slow enough to avoid the its bony grasp.

“Okay!! S-SO!! Wh-what do we!!! D-do now?” Futaba asked.

“The only option we have left. The horde is blocking the exits, the reaper is prowling around to drive us out of our fox holes, and I have no intention of surrendering to that pervy little freak. So we fight.” Makoto said.

“Ummm…we’re heading straight for a whole army of shadows! And all our powers have been nerfed! We have no magic items, hardly any inventory items worth a damn, no magic unless we diddle ourselves, and all our stats except stamina have been rolled back to practically nothing at all! And in case it needs to be said being BUTT NAKED doesn’t give us much defense either!” Futaba wailed.

“I know! Which is why we aren’t taking on the horde. We’re making a beeline for Mishima’s Shadow, and we’re hitting it with everything we can. If we kill him, our names should revert to us and this nightmare will be over. Most of those shadows don’t stand a chance if we’re at full power, and we should be able to get to the exit before they can overwhelm us with numbers.” Makoto said grimly.

“That…that’s stupidly ****! We have no idea what his true form even is, let alone how tough he is! The chance we can take him out fast enough that the other shadows can’t jump in is…”

“Almost zero. I know! Its ****. There’s a reason I haven’t suggested trying this until now. If we had even one other option…”

Futaba bit her lip. “…I can’t think of any…”

“Then we’re down to our last resort. Everyone, hold on tight!”

Somewhere near the staircase to the upper level of Mementos the horde of shadows waited. The air was abuzz with their chortles and guttural sighs, the motley host of monsters happily gossiping about the Phantom Thieves naked bodies and the myriad of humiliating things each shadow plotted to do with each of them in turn. In the midst of the rabble Mishima sat idly, his golden eyes fixed on the delicate black and silver mask held in his hand as he leaned lounged lazily on a subway bench. Like a Shakespearean actor examining the skull of a lost friend Mishima gazed into the empty eyes of the mask intently, admiring the craftmanship and beauty of the figure. Like a treasure, the stolen name of a Person User had a manifestation in the metaverse. Perhaps appropriately, Kasumi’s name had taken the form of her mask. With a languid sigh Mishima casually tossed the mask into the air, where it came to hover in place alongside a red cat mask, a metallic biker helmet, a pair of green VR goggles, and a simple black bandana with eye slits. Humming tunelessly to himself Mishima opened a black school bag, and with a gesture the five masks spiraled into the bag like water funnel through a drain. The golden eyed boy took out a strange looking phone emitting a red light, scrolling through images and texts, unburdened by the outside world.

He paused as a distant revving of a motorcycle could be heard. Flicking an eyebrow, Mishima rose to his feet. In the distance was the pale nuclear blue of a bike at the end of the hall. Mishima snorted when he glimpsed the awkwardly assembled quintet of riders bunched onto the device, already guessing the humiliating ordeal they were enduring as the price of summoning such a monstrosity. All at once, the tires of the motorcycle squeeled loudly as it burst to angry life, flying forward at impressive speed. Mishima sighed as it hurtled forward, dodging monsters that rose to intercept and gunning towards a concrete stairwell. Using the obstruction as a ramp, the girls were flung high into the air, the bike rising up, tires spinning in dramatic fashion before dissolving in midair. Mishima cracked his neck. And apparently they were doing this now.

As the girls fell towards the waiting shadow, each held out a hand. The stagnant air of Mementos came alive with burning fire, nuclear energy, the psychedelic kaleidoscope of mental energy, and the blinding white of a bless attack. The area all around Mishima soon became a hellzone of magical bombardment. For good measure, this was followed seconds later by a trio of enormous orbs the size of a person, covered in neon green runes and equipped with a lit fuse. The ground was rocked by an immense explosion, filling the air with smoke.

The phantom queens came down close to the bombardment zone. Their landing was an odd mix of the supernatural grace one might expect from a Metaverse Persona user which allowed them each to land elegant on their feet with nothing to show for the long fall but the pronounced jiggle of five lovely pairs of naked breasts…and yet mere seconds later the thieves stumbled drunkenly left and light as if trying hard to maintain balance. Finally the five fell to one knee, the throes of their motorcycle vibration induced orgasms being too much to endure. Blushing as the onlooking shadows laughed and catcalled the girls awkwardly used one hand to probe and finger themselves in response to the aftershocks of their release.

“Queen…that Persona is a monster!” Ann squeeled.

“Later! Firing line…GO!” Makoto barked.

The still smoking ruin of the area was filled again with chaos as the girls withdrew their firearms and blasted the space Mishima had stood with bursts of artillery and shotgun shells punctuated with the loud concussion of Haru’s grenade launcher.

“Futaba, start scanning! I-Is everyone else ready?” Makoto asked, her face beat red as she masturbated furiously in plain view of her enemies.

“This…is…the..most..humiliating…thing….” Ann wailed, likewise playing with herself, blushing with complete shame as her hips bucked in response to her own frenzied fingers. “Almost…”

Dropping their guns, the four fighters of the naked little squad drew back their free hands.

“PERSONA!” They screamed at once, launching one more fearsome burst of magic before losing themselves completely to the orgasms and falling to hands and knees.

“Futaba! What’s our status? Is he still alive? Which attacks affected him?” Makoto asked, even while she convulsed on the floor.

“I…I’m not…” Futaba began, the only girl still standing, blushing in shame as she fingered herself.

“Good effort. Seriously, well done. Flawless execution. You won’t mind if I take a turn?” Mishima asked from the billowing smoke.

The girls watched, wide eyed and horrified, as several long flowing limbs snaked out of the smoke. Kasumi attempted as best she could to roll to the side as one of the long tentacles slither towards her. But all at once she felt the fiendish limb grab the back of her trenchcoat, lifting her into the air and none too gently slamming her into a concrete pillar. And then all she knew was darkness.

“Sumi-chan…Sumi-chan…”

Kasumi dreamed a restless dream. In her mind, old memories wove together with more recent circumstance to make a surreal polyglot. She sat in her…or her sister’s room…or perhaps both at once. She sat languidly in a bath towel, softly combing her hair and humming something tuneless to herself.

“Sumi-chan!”

She turned slowly. It was an old scene, familiar to her. One of the rare fights with her sister. An embarrassing, silly thing with an even more embarrassing outcome.

“Sumi-chan.” Her sister said, barging into the room in a hurry, her gym clothes matted with sweat and her hair dishelved. “This again? I just got back from the gym. I need to shower. Why did you take my towel?”

Sumi…or was it her sister…glanced down at the skimpy pink towel wrapped around her body, and pouted. “I like this towel.”

“Then you should get one for yourself and stop borrowing mine!” Her sister said.

“But I want THIS towel!” Sumi said, stamping her feet.

“Why do you do this? Steal my things away like this? Why don’t you use your own things?” Her sister asked.

“Because your things are better. Everything about you is better!” Sumi stammered.

“Sumi-chan…you can’t keep doing this. These are my things. This is my life. You can’t just keep latching onto someone you admire and claim everything they have for yourself. The more you do that, the more you deny who YOU are. And keep doing that, it will just get more empty until you are left with nothing at all…” Her sister declared.

And to drive the point home, Sumi’s towel was promptly yanked off her shoulders, leaving her with nothing. Whimpering, Sumi covered herself, blushing and embarrassed. And her sister laughed and laughed.

“But what if I want the same things you like?” Sumi asked.

The laughter died suddenly. “That’s fine, Sumi-chan. But you need to make sure they are the things you really want. Like these girls? Do you want them for yourself, or are you only interested because they are a part of HIS life? You can’t keep living in my shadow, Sumi-chan. And you can’t keep taking pieces of his life and filling up the holes in your heart. Sooner or later you need to make your own choices, and live your own life. I know it hurts. But you won’t ever find the strength to move on as long as you keep relying on the strength of other people. Remember that, little sister.”

Sumi-chan stared in confusion at her sister, her eyes watering. She reached out a hand, even as the world around her shattered and vanished.

Kasumi’s eyes darted open. She was hanging in the air, suspended by her literal coattails by a long black tentacle. Her mind reeled as she tried to focus on the smoking battlefield beneath her. Beneath her the female Phantom Thieves struggled and grappled with the vast writhing monstrosity of black tentacles Mishima had become. And she recognized their opponent! Those monsters…those creatures called the Hasturs…she had seen them roaming the halls of that mysterious white palace she had awakened in. What was it doing here? Why was this Mishima’s true form?

She watched the thieves as they struggled, trying to fend off their assailant as best they could with their melee attacks and struggling to be free of the flailing limbs. It was obvious from the mocking laughter emanating from the grotesque central trunk of tentacles that they were merely being played with. Everything they had gone through down in these miserable tunnels was rapidly becoming pointless! They’d been stripped naked, humiliated beyond belief, **** to debase themselves and give into an overwhelming sense of lust (granted, Kasumi wasn’t particularly angry about that last part, but it was the principle of the thing!) and now their last ditch efforts were being casually shrugged off! This was UNFORGIVABLE.

Kasumi was angry. It felt surprisingly good. So much of her school year had been placid and hollow, like she was a stranger going through the motions of her own life. Outside of a few key encounters with a certain senpai and a handful of illicit acts of voyeurism tonight had marked one of the most memorable, visceral experiences of Kasumi’s whole life. Some naughty, demented little part of her never wanted the humiliation and lust to end. But as much as she longed to frolic with her new lovers in naked humiliation, she longed even more to experience that world on her terms! She wanted most of all to pay back this gibbering, grotesque monstrosity for every humiliation they had suffered!

Instinct took over. She tucked her arms up inside her coat sleeves, silently divesting herself of the garment and lightly plummeting towards the ground. She gracefully landed on her feet, feeling her naked body bouncing and jiggling with the motion. She raised her sword, holding it much as she did with her ribbon. And charged into the melee. Her stolen name reduced her power to a mere trickle, but she still had the enhanced abilities of all Persona Users in the Metaverse. And she was one of Japan’s finest athletes in mundane reality. Her charge felt more like the start of a new dance, her sword moving with the fluid grace she had been yearning to find night after night of practice. She slashed through one tentacle, freeing her companion. She leapt, severing another, somersaulting through the air, using one of the flailing limbs like a gymnastics bar to twirl herself back into the air, striking again and again. Her heart was pounding as she finally landed, ichor and her friends raining down around her. Fixing an angry, determined glare on the central mass, Kasumi charged once again. She felt her blade cutting deep into the trunk of the monster, eliciting a long trumpeting that folded into a scream as Mishima reverted to his human form.

“You! Enough! Why do you look like that? What’s going on??” Kasumi demanded, pointing her sword menacingly in his direction.

“There it is.” Mishima said approvingly. “I was wondering if I’d ever see a genuine reaction out of you. Nice to finally meet the ‘real’ you, Yoshizawa.”

“I don’t know what your talking about.” Kasumi snarled.

“You will, sooner or later.” Mishima shrugged.

“Our names. Now. Give them back, or I swear…”

“My, my. Passionate. But aren’t you being a little premature?”

All at once Kasumi found herself ambushed from behind! Something ensnared her completely like a snake, refusing to release her even as she struggled. One of the tentacles she had severed was still moving about on its own! The other girls had found themselves contending with their own entanglers, their cries of dismay and frustration mirroring her own. Kasumi struggled, angry and embarrassed.

“Shadows are a lot like zombies, Yoshizawa. Always better to make sure they are dead before turning your back.” Mishima gloated smugly.

“You let us go right-“ Kasumi demanded.

“You already know that isn’t how the game is played. You’ve been caught! But as a sign of respect for that performance, I’ll grant each of you a trophy to remember this encounter by.” Mishima said smugly.

“What are you- NO!” Kasumi screamed, feeling the tentacle shrink and lower itself, moving close to her pussy. And then she felt the phallic little thing nose INSIDE her…

Mishima shrugged. “It would be a waste of a good trope, don’t you think? A group of humiliated naked girls confronting a horde of monstrous tentacles? Honestly, it would be disrespectful not follow the tradition…”

“Mishima, don’t you da-!!” Kasumi was cut off abruptly as the constraining limbs of the writhing mass shrunk further in on itself, practically spinning her around like a top in the process. The writhing monstrosity shrank and contracted in upon itself until it was completely inside her!

“Mishima, you stop this ri-aaahhhhhmmmmmMMMPPPPPHHH!“ Kasumi said, her words turned into a drawn out moan of startled pleasure as the impish creature contorted and writhed inside her, the pseudo-flesh of the shadow shifting and warping in on itself, acting as much like a liquid as a solid mass.

Kasumi staggered back, her senses reeling from the onslaught of sensations. The shadow tendril within her wriggled about, testing the new tight quarters it found itself occupying. Occupying some amorphous border between a solid mass, a permeable liquid, and a living creature, Kasumi could feel it probe from side to side, feeling her inner walls immediately squeeze tighter in an approving embrace. She blushed, feeling her knees trying to buckle under her, desperately trying to refocus and stifle her instinctive need to sway her hips in time with her new passenger. She raised her sword awkwardly in Mishima’s direction with one hand, the other pressing against her crotch as she bent forward slightly. She glanced left and right as she registered movement out of the corner of her eyes, seeing the ashamed faces of the other girls struggling to rise to their feet and stand beside her. The brief glances they shared, eyes full of humiliation and their hunched postures and suppressed gyrations of their bodies mirroring Kasumi’s own stance. They had all found themselves playing host to their own demented little visitor in the same moment as Kasumi.

Kasumi was absolutely burning with humiliation, realizing that their situation could not be any more embarrassing. And perhaps just to prove her wrong, the little monster within her began to grow and expand, filling up her inner spaces like a balloon inflating. She moaned in pleasure and dismay as the length and girth within her continued to push closer and closer to her maximum capacity, until she feared that the humiliating pleasure would give way to pain…but no doubt by some twisted intuition the monster stopped just short of that threshold, filling the naked red head precisely to her fullest capacity. Perhaps the same instincts directed it to move again, thrumming and wriggling against her G-spot and clit to provide maximum stimulation. Kasumi fell to one knee, feebly hold her sword at the ready for the expected attack while unable to stop herself from rubbing herself with the other in response to the pleasure.

“Oh. Please don’t mind me. I’ll be happy to wait. Feel free to attend to the current situation however you like.” Mishima said snidely.

Kasumi glared, then blushed, dropping her sword and sitting on the stone floor, both hands now between her legs. That thing had to come out before it drove her completely crazy!! But that task quickly proved next to impossible. Getting a grip on the monstrosity was not easy, and the amorphous, slimy thing could shrink, expand, slither and slip out of her fingers whenever she was certain she had acquired it. Worse still, the malevolent creature had a way of using her own efforts to achieve the opposite of her intentions, manipulating her fingers into a position that only added to the humiliating pleasure it was creating. Kasumi was a blushing, moaning mess after a few moments of effort, as were the other Phantom Thieves, all the girls now collapsed and writhing in pleasure. Crying softly to herself at this new level of indignity, Kasumi surrendered to the building need within her and gave up the pretense of trying to extract the creature. Instead, she began to wantonly masturbated as the gathered mass of shadows jeered and clapped around her. Her unexpected lover was all too happy to guide and nudge her finger tips to spots that most effectively multiplied and stimulated the intense, humiliating pleasure it was administering.

And yet…no matter how long or desperately she touched herself or embraced the tendril within her the pleasure simply would not tip over into her longed for release. She simply remained on the edge, horny, ****, needing to cum, and growing more impatient and embarrassed by the moment.

“Oh, we discussed this before Kasumi, but for the sake of the other girls I’ll explain it again. As long as I control your names I have some influence over your bodies. I’m afraid no matter how much you try none of you will be able to cum until I give you permission to do so. In the meantime you’ll just be stuck like this, getting teased and humiliated, desperately horny, right on the edge of an orgasm that just won’t come.” Mishima said.

“Mishima….” Kasumi squeeled. “S-Stop…thisssss! Its too much! Its too cruel! D-Do whatever you want with us! Humiliate us as much as you like! Just please…please…”

“I warned you, Kasumi. What you went through is nothing compared to what happens next.” Mishima said, spreading his arms wide and transforming them into a myriad of slithering tentacles.

The girls screamed in horror and protest, but could muster up only a token resistance as their arms and legs were ensnared, the tentacles yanking the five nude highschoolers up into the air. The area was absolutely packed with shadows now…and each had a camera pointing at the bared beauties. Kasumi and the other girls were adjusted and bent in every humiliating pose possible like floating mannequins, their legs splayed wide apart, their chests made to jut out, and their shapely butts shoved fully into view. Other tentacles occasionally snaked out encircle their breasts, squeezing and playing with their erect nipples before retreating and subjecting the girls to a good shaking, causing their exposed mounds and butts to jiggle and bounce in all directions. The clicking of the cameras was constant and rapid, and every limb and exposed inch of skin was dutifully bathed in light and cataloged. All the while the tendrils within them moved in thrusting circles, causing them to instinctively hump the air in unseen intercourse. Kasumi’s world was an incoherent jumble of leering faces, laughter, infinite humiliation and the cruel teasing pleasures within her.

None of them were conscious of moving, wrapped up in the humiliation as they were, but all the girls took notice when the train came screeching down the tracks in front of them. They stared, their confusion momentarily stilling their humiliation. And slowly the doors opened, bathing them in red light, a new mob of shadows outlined in dark silhouettes staring back at them. And with brief shrieks, the girls were all too suddenly pulled into the phantom train, the grinning shadows happily reaching out to receive them. The grip of the tentacles receded, but it was replaced by a sea of groping, lecherous hands as the five were packed into the train like sardines. A host of angels was waiting on the inside of the train, dozens of strong arms carrying the girls to the center of the ghostly subway car and repositioning their bodies. The girls then felt cold steel touching bare skin as the angels took their customary chained leashes and carefully began chaining and cuffing the five persona users into place. Then the girls did try to struggle, far too late. They were cuffed and chained in unyielding steel, positioned side by side in the middle of the nightmare express. Their arms were raised as high above their heads as they would go and chained at the elbows, then raised up further and their hands cuffed together to form a small diamond out of their limbs. Despite their protests and exclamations every girl except Makoto (whose hair was simply too short) had their long locks carefully pulled up and locked into place with the same chains that bound their hands, increasing their sense of helplessness (and inspiring a slightly painful, very erotic sensation that those among the girls with enough experience blushingly recognized as similar to the feeling of their hair being pulled back by Joker when taken from behind). Their knees were likewise spread far apart and chained up in a wide V shape. And there they stood, completely naked, helpless, chained in place with every inch of skin and secret place on their bodies fully exposed.

“Kasumi? Would you like to let the girls know what comes next?” Mishima asked with a smile.

“…No. Mishima, NO! Not that! Please! We’ve been through enough!! Don’t give us the inspection!! Please! NO!!!” Kasumi begged, her face blushing harder than it had through any of the ordeals the girls had seen her experience so far.

“I-Inspection? K-kasumi, what’s he talking about, ‘inspection’? What does that mean? What’s getting insp- HEY! WHERE ARE YOU TOUCHING???” Ann cried, Mishima casually standing in front of her and flicking her erect nipple.

“Where am I touching? Anywhere I want. Everywhere I want. Just like the rest of us.” Mishima said, backing up as the space in the seemingly endless subway car seemed to flood horribly with the dark forms of ten thousand shadows.

Once again, the five girls were lost in a jumble of complete humiliation. If their tentacled display was a searing volcano, the Inspection became the heart of a burning sun. A sea of hands casually explored every inch of their naked bodies, groping their limbs, massaging their breasts, foddling their butt cheeks, and caressing their inner thighs. Occasionally, these exploring touches were punctuated by a painful smack of the ass or pinch of the nipple. At times the shadows substituted other methods of exploration, succubi and angels especially enjoying kissing and sucking on exposed skin, especially their breasts, clits, and even occasionally their butts! More alien things explored their bodies as well, the serpents of Lilith and Domballah slithering tantalizingly across their skin, between their breasts, and between their legs. And all the while their pussies pulsed excitedly from the stimulating thrusts inside them and the erotic caresses from outside.

“Come one, come all! See the mighty Phantom Thieves, scourges of the Metaverse, chained and helpless and waiting for your inspections! You’ve endured a year of being whipped, punched, slashed, electrified, frozen, burned by these petty rogues for no crime except getting in their way as they have scoured your homes for trinkets to steal and shadows to punish in their self-righteous crusade! The greedy, slutty thieves have sought to be in the spot light, lusting for fame and fortune as they demanded reform! Well, my friends, if they want to stand in the spotlight, the center of attention, who are we to argue! Tonight they are the playthings of the Metaverse! Punish and tease them to your hearts content!! Give their asses a taste of the pain they’ve subjected so many of you to! Teach them how it feels to beg and plead for your life as you lie helpless on the ground! Make them all think twice about raising a weapon or looking any of you in the eye ever again!” Mishima’s voice boomed over a loudspeaker.

“Mishima…” Kasumi whimpered after an impossible to measure interval.

She said it softly, but immediately the shadows stopped and moved apart. Mishima was standing there, a phone in his hands.

“Yes, Kasumi?” He asked snidely.

“I…I need to…” Kasumi began. “WE need to…”

“Speak up. What do you need?”

“We need to cum!!” Kasumi said, burning with embarrassment as the horde of shadows laughed at her.

“But Kasumi-chan…won’t that be embarrassing. Cumming in front of all these people?” Mishima asked innocently. “Surely no self respecting girl would make such a request…”

“We…we need it…” Kasumi muttered.

“What do you need? And what does that make you?” Mishima asked.

“We need to cum! W-W-We’re horny sluts who need to cum!” Kasumi whimpered.

“Care to speak up? And be more articulate. Who are you, what do you want, and why do you want it?”

“We’re…we’re the Phantom Queens of Sluts! We want..we want to cum in front of all of you!! We want to cum because…because being naked and humiliated makes us horny! So please!!!” Kasumi cried, raising her head a screaming the words.

There was silence, followed by laughter and applause. Kasumi hung her head and blushed in mortification. The other girls looked at her with sympathy and gratitude…and a deep feeling of humiliation. But such thoughts were quickly put aside as the squirming tendrils between their legs began to move again, now with more deliberate purpose. The train car began to clap as the tempo increased, the girls grunting and moaning and thrusting against their chains. At long, long last they felt their release building up, washing over them too late to stop if they wanted to.

And in that moment, none of them noticed as Mishima raised the phone in his hands, and pushed a button. None of them took note of the ripples moving through the train, how the inhuman faces shifted to the shocked expressions of normal human commuters. None noticed how they simultaneously came in front of the shocked passengers of a Tokyo subway line, all of whom were expecting their long, cramped, miserable journey home to involve approximately 100% fewer slutty naked schoolgirls appearing out of nowhere than it did.

Of course it didn’t take long for the girls to notice 1) They were back in the real world. 2.) They were still naked. 3) They were still chained up and unable to move or hide their nudity. 4.) They had just experienced a long, satisfying climax in front of gawking strangers. And these leering, bewildered witnesses to their complete nakedness weren’t the otherworldly monsters from some distant reality only a few had access to…these were the mundane, everyday people they passed on the street everyday…each of those leering faces was someone they could easily pass on the street or share a train car with on any given day! The girls tried to stammer out something…anything…an excuse, a plea for help, an apology…Alas the crowd decided for them. A sea of cell phones suddenly entered their vision, and their humiliating nakedness was recorded in all its glory as they strained and struggled against their chains. To their horror, they again felt hands weighing and massaging their breasts, squeezing their thighs, groping their butt cheeks, and otherwise touching all the places they desperately wanted to keep hidden from public display.

A moment later, they vanished again, as inexplicably as they had arrived. For weeks the rumors would circulate about the disappearing naked girls on the Tokyo subway, speculation ranging from some elaborate prank combined with a stage magician style illusion, to a new form of Mental Shutdown right into talk of the supernatural curses or naked Kami out on strange otherworldly business.

The girls returned to the metaverse, writhing in humiliation and pleasure, embarrassed and furious. Mishima smiled as their eyes locked on him.

“Youuuuuu….” Makoto seethed. “You son of a-“

“Language, girls.” Mishima chided.

“That was the real world! You sent us into the real world butt naked!!” Ann snarled.

“Oh yes. These subways run all across Tokyo. The space between this world and the real one is paper thin here. Every neighborhood, every city block, Mementos touches a thousand places and millions of lives every day. We can pretty much send you back and forth at will from here. Better yet, we aren’t limited to one train! We can send you to the real world, yank you back, then send you off to another completely different train with a whole new crowd to enjoy your nudity! Don’t worry, girls, those aren’t going to be the only commuters that see you naked tonight!” Mishima explained.

“I’m…going to kill you…and find a way to bring you back…and kill you again…and again…” Makoto screamed.

“Rude.” Mishima muttered.

“Those people…” Haru said, somewhat more thoughtfully than the others. “They…didn’t seem normal…or rather, they weren’t acting normal…”

“You noticed? Good eye, Haru-san. You are quite correct. Under normal circumstances at least some of those people would have reacted by snapping pictures or groping your bodies. But other people would have tried to help, or called the police, or perhaps attempt to do things to you much worse than these humiliations. But no, all of them acted exactly the same.” Mishima agreed.

“Shadows. Those people were all acting like the shadows here have been acting.” Futaba whispered.

“Gold star for the computer nerd. Yes, exactly. You’ve seen how the metaverse can be affected by the real world, inflicting different conditions on the environment and the shadows depending on the mood of the city. Well, it’s a two way street. Get enough shadows gathered together in one place and you’ll affect the subconscious of people on the other side. Sort of a change of heart or a change of name, but less drastic or permanent. Believe it or not, my goals here aren’t just to see you humiliated completely. I have no interest in any of you being arrested or seriously hurt…spankings and such aside.” Mishima said.

Kasumi glowered at him. “W-well, you won! All of us are more humiliated than we have ever been in our whole lives!! So just let us go already!!!”

“Sorry, Kasumi. The answer is no.” Mishima said, wagging a finger.

“Just how many much more of this are you going to-“

“All of it.” Mishima shrugged.

“All of…what does that…how many shadows are you going to expose us to?”

“Every shadow. Every shadow everywhere. Like I said, we’re doing all of it. We’re touring this entire city tonight. Before this night is over every shadow in every corner of Mementos will have personally seen each of you naked, helpless and humiliated beyond belief. By the time we are finished here, so many shadows will have seen you naked that your slutty little bodies will be ingrained into the subconscious of the whole city. When our business is finished you’ll be making your way home butt naked in one of the largest cities in the world, and everyone in it will have been subconsciously trained to photograph, mock and grope you with uninhibited glee. Even after you finally get some clothes on expect every person you see on the streets or in the classroom to give you that mocking ‘I know what you look like naked’ look, even though they will have no idea how they know or why they feel such smug superiority towards you slutty little girls. It won’t last forever, of course, but it should linger for a week or two at least.” Mishima explained.

The five girls stared at him, wide eyed and utterly aghast. Mishima smiled, slowly raising two fingers above his head, poised to snap them. The girls began to protest, begging and crying and desperately shaking their heads. When the snap came, it sounded as loud as a gunshot. And their vision and senses were once more drowned in the humiliating jeers and touches of a thousand lecherous hands.