Evasions and Debasements

Many secrets lie hidden in the twisting depths of Mementos. This was quite literally the reason it existed at all. As the Phantom Thieves knew all too well, a Palace was more than just a playground where the most selfish and vile part of a corrupted heart could live out their twisted fantasies. It was also very much a fortress created to protect those same distorted desires, keeping them locked away from the outside world forever. And Mementos was all of this a thousand times over, the nebulous origin of all Palaces and the collective manifestation of the dark desires of every living soul in Tokyo. Just how many shadows and treasures were locked away in that darkness and the ultimate purpose behind Mementos’ existence were just two more secrets it kept. It was a place ideal for the scheming and the **** to find refuge and remain undiscovered. That, at least, was the hope that many of the shadows and stranger residents of the maze clung to.

Five of the most recent secrets of Mementos were also clinging to that **** hope as they cowered behind the large basalt pillar in a certain antechamber off one of the subway tunnels of those dark depths. The small group of highschool girls huddled together, their backs pressed up against pillar, clutching one another nervously and barely daring to breath as they strained their eyes and ears in fearful silence. Each girl was dressed (under a highly dubious definition of the word) in strange, ostentatious clothes that the more well informed residents of the metaverse might have recognized as the costume of a persona user. Particulary knowledgeable entities might just recognize the female members of the now infamous group of mysterious vigilantes and social reformists called the Phantom Thieves. However, it seemed that a good 99% of the Thieves expected regalia had been completely misplaced, leaving each girl without a mask and with their breasts, butt and most private of all places exposed and most of their skin bared and on display. Aside from their footwear, gloves and a handful of other components of their original costumes (all of which seemed far more intended to more heavily emphasize their nakedness and further humiliate them than to offer them any shred of dignity!).

Not far from their hiding place a nightmare parade of endless fantastical beasts and folkloric creatures stormed down the main tunnel, the corridor practically thundering with the sound of their footsteps, mocking laughter, and jeering catcalls. The shadows of Mementos were out in full **** tonight, and their one all consuming purpose was to find and humiliate their naked prey.

The chase through the subway tunnels had been a harrowing experience indeed. All five girls had had **** but to run at full speed (the blonde and buxom Ann Tamaki and the slender glasses wearing nerd Futaba Sakura also receiving frequent spanks from their teammates as harsh incentive to keep pace with everyone despite their general lack of athletic ability), causing their exposed breasts and butt cheeks to bounce in every direction. The army of shadows following in their wake did not seem to mind this in the least, frequently making lewd comments and catcalls about their bodies or snapping another picture using the cameras the horde had inexplicably been armed with. It was sheer luck and determination that allowed the girls to gain a slim lead over their pursuers, a gap big enough for them to slip into the side chamber without being noticed. And so they had watched and waited in terrified silence as the shadows passed them by, flowing like some Lovecraftian river through the tunnel adjacent to their stone pillar. Even after the last of the lumbering hulks (composed of a sludge like darkness and a disturbing hodge podge of masks suggesting several faces and bodies had been smashed together like playdo into a giant humanoid form) had shambled down the corridors and the gibbering laughter receded into the expected background noise of eerie winds and phantom whispers the girls continued to watch and stare, every moment expecting to be discovered by some inhuman straggler.

“Are…are they gone?” Futaba whispered at last.

Kasumi continued to stare down the corridor, leaning forward while still covering herself, her naked butt and pussy lips visible to her four onlookers. Futaba gulped, glanced at the other girls, then carefully moved away from the pillar herself. Despite her neon green shoves and gloves, the darker green sleeves and leg warmers that covered her arms and knees, the metal pads that protected her joints and the golden metal belt wrapped around her waste and thighs Futaba was as naked as the red head. One by one the others emerged. Makoto still had her steel boots, white gloves and the spiky knee pads on her joints and a long scarf around her neck, but was entirely bare otherwise except for the humiliating addition of piercings on her breasts and clit that created a slight tingle of vibration on her sensitive places when she moved. Ann’s gorgeous body was likewise entirely nude except for her dark red thigh high boots, pink gloves, a pair of kitty ears on a jeweled headband and the most humiliating addition of all in the form of a long butt plug serving as her ‘cat tail’. Finally, Haru was left stripped of everything except her black shoes and stockings around her knees, an oversized gunbelt hugging her waste, two purple gloves on her hands, a jeweled Victorian neckerchief wrapped around her neck like a collar, and her trademark swashbuckler’s hat atop her head. All four naked girls had the skittish air of frightened dear, blushing with humiliation and adopting Kasumi's pose of hiding their breasts and genitals from view, timidly looking around as if every dark corner of the room was be hiding some leering observer enjoying their naked shame.

Futaba tentatively reached out her hands and encircled Kasumi’s arm, pressing the limb up between her breasts and body, clinging to her for support. Kasumi gave her a half hearted smile before the pair returned to scanning the passage together. Makoto grasped her shoulder a moment later and joined the pair in their staring contest with the darkness. Kasumi blushed as she felt other tentative hands clutching at her hips while smooth thighs and breasts pressed against her butt and back on all sides. Half an hour ago she had been begging these girls for help. Now they were all as naked and ashamed as she was, clustering around her like a gaggle of scared ducklings.

“I think…” Kasumi said after one last long look down the corridor. “I think they’re gone.”

There was a tentative sigh of relief that moved through the group. Kasumi took a moment to stretch her aching limbs, her muscles protesting the mad dash she had just engaged in. Makoto and Haru were likewise attempting to ease the tension out of their muscles while Futaba and Ann were slumped in their respective corners breathing heavily. Kasumi paused, her thoughts momentarily overridden by the sight of two of her senpai stretching in a way that emphasized their lithe muscles beneath their bare skin and the subtle jiggle of Ann’s breasts as she took in deep lung fulls of air. A second later Kasumi noticed Haru staring rather intently at her own body, her limbs fully extended and outstretched, a pose that caused her breasts to be displayed especially prominently on her chest as she arched her back. A second later the dancer and the rich girl’s eyes to locked on one another. The pair quickly looked away, blushing at being caught in the act of mutual of ogling one another (and each reeling from the strange mix of humiliation and excitement such attention inspired).

“So…” Futaba began. “G-good job getting away from the thundering horde back there. But we’re still stuck down here, no Mona to give us a ride, no Personas to summon, and no magic to call up! I can feel Necronomicon in my head, but she isn't responding to my call. We’re all literally flying blind here. And on top of it all…”

Futaba choked off her sentence, gesturing vaguely to her naked body, every inch of bare skin covered by a reddening blush, before meekly covering her small breasts and exposed sex. The other girls squirmed uncomfortable as they glanced down at their own nudity, the reality of being so very naked in the middle of enemy territory continuing to settle in alongside all the horror and shame such a situation demanded.

“F-for now, we rest.” Queen said. “We just managed to outrun a mob of depraved shadows. That was more exertion than most of us are used to, even in the Metaverse. Let’s just take a moment to recover. We can come up with a strategy after we catch our breath.”

Kasumi watched the reactions of the newly christened Phantom Queens of Sluts (they didn’t actually have to call themselves that, right?), feeling a mix of shame and an impish fascination as the other girls tried to come to terms with their nudity. Not so long ago she had been the one writhing in embarrassment. It was a little surreal seeing someone else grapple with the same emotions…surreal and a little exciting! In her distracted state, she noticed a moment too late that an exhausted Ann was about to plop herself down on the cold stone dias surrounding the central pillar. Kasumi raised a hand, about to call out, instead wincing in sympathy as Ann yelped like a cat whose tail had been stepped on the instant her fiery red ass made contact with the ground.

“Eeeeek!” Ann yelped, immediately leaping to her feet and jumping in a circle, her hands cradling her sensitive butt while leaving the rest of her fully exposed and bouncing in front of the others in a way that Kasumi had **** but to fully commit to memory.

“Ann! What is it? Are we being attacked??” Makoto asked in alarm, looking around sharply.

“I-i-i-it was nothing!!” Ann squeeked, her blush more intense than ever. “I…I…I sat on my butt.”

Futaba was covering her face in embarrassment. Haru had a hand clamped over her mouth trying with difficulty not to burst into laughter. Makoto just stared, confused and exasperated. Kasumi felt another pang of guilt as Ann squirmed under the incredulous looks of her teammates.

“It hurts, okay!” Ann said. “This is still sensitive and I forgot to avoid sitting down.”

“Did something injure you?” Makoto asked, cocking her head to the side.

“Ummm…” Kasumi spoke up, her own voice cracking. “That w-was my fault, Senpai. We needed to run as fast as we could, and…the best way I could think to get everyone moving was to…ummm...”

“She spanked the hell out of our ass cheeks.” Futaba said, rubbing her own behind for emphasis.

“I…I see.” Makoto said, in a tone that conveyed her dismay once again at being surrounded by idiots.

“I’m sorry!” Kasumi said, bowing deeply to Ann, causing her breasts to sway and hang lewdly in front of her. She pretended not to notice as Haru and Futaba slowly inched their way further behind her, staring at her well toned bottom and shaven pussy lips as they were lewdly presented to them while she maintained the bow.

“Th-that’s fine…” Ann whispered. “It isn’t all your fault. I was running as fast as I could while I had this…thing stuck in me, after all!”

Everyone in the room blushed crimson as Ann reached behind herself and caught ahold of her ‘tail’. Clearly meant to be the final, greatest indignity of stripping the buxom blonde of all her clothes besides her cat ears, gloves and knee high boots the perverse transformation had altered the cat tail that normally hung from her leather red suit into an obscene mockery that was anchored by a butt plug imbedded between her shapely cheeks. The other girls couldn’t help but gawk at the already breathtaking site of Ann’s naked body as she bent over and displayed her shapely ass and the cute little butt hole stretched to capacity over the wide shaft that had invaded it. Ann stood as still as a statue, one hand displaying the fiendish device while the other nursed her sore backside, her eyes shut tight and her face beat red. Makoto was likewise blushing intensely as she slowly approached, one hand stretched out in front of her, one tentative finger extended towards the instrument. She almost seemed to be afraid that the carnal instrument might suddenly leap out and attach itself to her.

“Ann…does…does it hurt?” Makoto asked, concern in her voice.

“Not as much as you'd expect.” Ann said, blushing furiously. “It wasn’t fun having to run with it stuck up there! B-but it isn’t so bad now that I’m not moving. Mostly it just feels really…big. Big and full and really, really deep.”

“I…I see.” Makoto whispered, a little awed by the situation. “Can you..can't you just take it out?”

“I tried. It…um..it stuck in there really good.” Ann said, closing her eyes in utter mortification. “It is incredibly thick, and it got pushed up inside me really far! It won’t come out at all! And when I try, it starts to…ugh. I think there’s a string of bells or metal balls or something wrapped inside the leather…when I move it around I can feel them jostling. And tingling. It feels really…”

Ann paused, too embarrassed to finish the sentence

Makoto’s emotions seemed to be warring between pure amusement and complete horror. “I...I see. Let’s just…let me take a look at those bruises, then. Futaba, check our supplies. I think we have a little of Takemi’s medicine in one of our bags.”

Kasumi opened her mouth to speak, but quickly shut it again. Despite the banter, the thieves moved with a practiced grace once their orders were issued. Makoto gingerly sat next to her blushing companion by the hand and began a careful inspection of her presented bottom. Futaba began going through their supply bags, her own face burning, for once too ashamed at her own nudity to leer at anyone else. As Ann knelt on all fours, Kasumi was oddly struck by the thought of how readily the blonde could put her ass on display despite so many professed issues with her body. Kasumi again opened her mouth and raised her hand, and again hesitated. They worked so well together, even under these circumstances. She couldn’t help but feel small and in the way, a feeling made far worse by being such a major cause of their current situation.

“They can be rather intimidating, can’t they?” a knowing voice asked, causing Kasumi to gasp and whirl around.

Haru had approached her during the total distraction caused by Ann Takamaki’s butt. The red headed girl took a few steps back, giving a small yelp of surprise. Haru laughed softly to herself, raising her hands in a placating manner, a broken smile on her face. Kasumi blushed at her outburst and the momentary way she stared at the curly haired girl (why did all the phantom thieves look so amazing...Kasumi might have felt jealous if the sight wasn't so mesmerising!).

“I-I’m sorry!” Kasumi said on reflex, bowing to Haru as her senpai sighed softly in return.

“Sumi-chan, please calm down. No need to be so nervous” Haru said, a blush on her face.

“Sumi-chan?” Kasumi asked, somewhat taken aback by odd nickname inserted into the middle of such a bizarre situation.

“I hope that’s all right? I know we haven’t known each other for very long, but I quite despise honorifics among friends…and of course in some ways we know more about each other than people I've associated with for years!” Haru offered a cheerful smile that was only somewhat strained by her obvious embarrassment. “It seems silly to dwell on formalities when we quite literally have nothing left to hide!”

“Okumura-Senp…” Kasumi stumbled. “S-sorry.”

“That’s quite all right. I know it takes getting used to. But please at least call me Haru! I hear enough ‘Okumura-San’ and ‘Haru-Senpai’ at home. The only ones who use honorifics around me are the ones who want something from me or my father. I’ll have no such formality among friends I choose for myself!” Haru declared in the most cheerfully assertive tone Kasumi had ever heard.

“Yes, Senp…Yes, Haru…chan.” Kasumi said, smiling awkwardly. “I’ll do my best!”

“All I could ask for!” Haru said, smiling. “You seemed as if you wanted to say something earlier. It is rather easy to get flustered seeing them in action, isn’t it?”

“Well…yes…seeing all of you banter so casually and function so well together despite your embarrassment...I’m…I’m in awe. Amamiya-Sen…Ren-kun wasn’t exaggerating when he talked about you all!” Kasumi gushed.

“Now, now! I understand how you feel! But there’s really no need to be intimidated. Least of all by me! I joined forces with the others to steal my father’s heart. I have been an official card carrying member of the Phantom Thieves for a grand total of two weeks prior to your own awakening, Sumi-chan. If you feel as if you are struggling to understand this strange other world we’re fighting in, then please remember that you are far from alone! You and I are very much in the same boat right now.” Haru beamed.

Kasumi smiled, shaking her head at the surreal conversation. “Thank you, Sen…Haru-sa...Haru-chan! I’ll keep it in mind! But you really do seem amazing! This is so embarrassing and yet you seem so composed!”

“Oh my no!” Haru said, tilting her head to the side and offering a friendly and clearly strained smile. “This is absolutely the most humiliating experience of my entire life! I just have a little more experience hiding my feelings than the rest of you do.”

“Oh.” Kasumi said, bowing her head. “That makes sense. I’ve been feeling so completely humiliated since this happened I can barely stand it!”

“But it is rather exciting, isn’t it!” Haru interjected excitedly, her smile turning far more genuine.

“Ahhh…well…” Kasumi said, bowing her head in shame. “All of you…you saw first hand how I feel about it all…I’m so ashamed of myself! But I can’t deny it feels…good. A little…”

“No, you can’t! Even if you'd been able to control yourself earlier your feelings were still poking out quite prominently the entire time!” Haru said gleefully.

Kasumi blushed, reflexively covering her exposed nipples.

“No need to be embarrassed. I can’t hide it either…”

Kasumi could not help but to glance down, blushing all the more as Haru’s lovely pink nipples were indeed announcing her own opinion on the matter.

“Even so, senpai..sorry.” Kasumi began, Haru waving off her apology. “Even so, you really are strong! I was completely overwhelmed when this first happened.”

“Strength is relative, Sumi-chan.” Haru said, a hint of steel entering her tone. “Truthfully, I’ve had a long time to contemplate a situation like this. For some time everything in my life was chosen for me- friends, hobbies…lovers. Not very long ago I was expecting to be married to a vile man who I have no doubt wanted to put me in a position like this...most likely for the rest of my life. Compared to that thought, being naked in front of some gawking shadows is practically nothing at all! And being stuck naked in public, perhaps **** to walk the streets of Tokyo where any passing stranger could see me? That is so far removed from anything my family would have ever approved of for me that I can’t help but feel quite giddy at the situation!”

Haru hugged herself, smiling an enigmatic smile. “I believed the only person who would see me like this was a man I despise with every fiber of my being, who looked at me as nothing but a toy. I could have imagined myself going through such an intense humiliation right next to four very cute, very naked girls suffering the same ordeal! It makes our situation no less humiliating, but I'm glad I have the company regardless! Especially when that company includes three of the closest friends I've ever had in my life."

The upperclassman gave the red headed girl a suggestive wink. "Well, I say three. I'm hoping I can say four after tonight. But that's not entirely my decision to make."

“….” Kasumi smiled, smiling and blushing. “I'd like that Sen- sigh. I'd like that Haru-chan. And yes. Having company is... That part is feels good. Embarrassing...but really good.”

Haru gave a coy smile, her hands clasped behind her as she leaned forward, her hat nearly touching Kasumi’s chest. “So I see.”

Kasumi gave a small squeak and quickly covered herself as Haru giggled, the pair blushing.

“The truth is, Kasumi-san-“ Haru began.

“Errr…’Sumi-chan’ is fine.” Kasumi said quickly, blushing at the nickname. "My sister used to call me that. It..it feels good to hear you say it. It feels...right."

Ever so briefly, the hairs on the back of Kasumi's neck stood on end. It did feel right. Hauntingly so. The nickname lacked that eerie sense of displacement that came over her whenever she was addressed by her proper name. But with that sense of correctness came a more ominous feeling of dread, as if she was standing on the edge of some vast, dark pit and the wrong move could cast her utterly into oblivion.

"Are you all right, Sumi-chan?" Haru asked, banishing the feeling as quickly as it had arrived.

"S-sorry. What were you saying?" Kasumi asked.

Haru smiled. “The truth is, Sumi-chan, whether we’ve been doing this for weeks or the better part of a year, this is all new and quite embarrassing ground for us! None of us have ever encountered a shadow who can still names or strip us naked! We are very much flying by the seat of our…err…our hypothetical pants. Right now the one who has the most experience with this situation is you. If you have any insight…well, we can use all the help we can get!”

“R-right!” Kasumi said, nodding with enthusiasm before pausing and blushing madly in shame. “I-I do know…some things…”

Haru gave her an appraising look, her eyes suddenly bursting with delight as realization hit her. “Oh my. Is it that embarrassing?”

Kasumi lowered her head. “Y-yes. I-I’m not s-sure how to talk about something so shameful! Even after all of this, it is so degrading I-“

“I understand.” Haru said solemnly. “This must be something you find particularly humiliating. And that of course changes everything.”

“R-really?” Kasumi asked, her heart skipping a beat.

“Absolutely. Now I NEED to hear it!” Haru declared. “EVERYONE! KASUMI HAS SOMETHING TO TELL US!”

Kasumi stared at her, then glanced around to confirm all eyes were now on her. Her body glowed red as she self consciously hid her nakedness from her staring companions.

“Haru-chan! That was mean!” She chirped in dismay.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Haru said, unable to hold back her laughter. “But you clearly were struggling with it, and sometimes the only way forward is to rip the bandaid off completely! Also…you look very cute when you get flustered and I couldn’t pass up the opportunity!””

“Right now you are my least favorite, Haru-c….OKUMURA-SENPAI!” Kasumi pouted, glaring at her older schoolmate.

“Oof!” Haru said, reeling in mock pain. “That’s quite harsh, Sumi-chan. Please allow me to make amends! After you explain what you know of course!”

Kasumi scrunched up her face in consternation and then gave a heavy sigh as she closed her eyes. “Haru-san is correct. I have something to show you all. I..I know a way to use magic while we're like this.”

The other girls instantly perked up, while Haru cocked an eyebrow and grew more interested. Kasumi blushed harder than ever. Despite her protests, she was much more deeply ashamed of how willing she was to show them the humiliating secrets she had learned while wandering naked and nameless in this nightmare underworld. Just as her Persona had loudly proclaimed when it manifested before them all, Kasumi was very much the eager performer when it came to being in front of an audience. She loved showing herself off to a staring crowd. There was simply nothing better than demonstrating her grace and beauty as she danced and performed her intensely trained gymnastics routine. Or so she had thought until recently. Her journey into Mementos had brought to light a far more exciting and far more shameful passion within her. Being seen naked in front of an audience was 100 times more exciting. Especially when it involved something so lewd and embarrassing as…

“You…you might be able to guess what I’m about to tell you. You saw how I had to ‘summon’ my Persona before. And casting magic involves invoking the mask in an echo of ripping it off the first time. So…” Kasumi said, embarrassed.

“…Wait. You aren’t saying…” Futaba whispered in meek horror, her eyes bulging.

Here it was. That precious moment between the time her name was spoken as the spotlight fell and the moment the performance began and she danced. That critical moment where she had the audience utterly in her spell, uncertain of what she would do yet anticipating every second before speculation became reality. Only now it was the anticipation of completely debasing herself! Kasumi slowly brought her left hand closer to her thighs. As expected, the girls around her gasped in embarrassment but immediately grew more spellbound and intense in their scrutiny. This was not the first time they had seen her playing with herself in front of them all. But the last had been a frenzied, uncontrolled, **** affair where her sensibilities had been overridden by the carnal desires of her Persona. Now it was slow, methodical, a clearly deliberate choice on her part. And their hungry looks and excitement sent a shiver of delight through Kasumi as intense as the pleasurable sensation her fingers created as they gently caressed her wet folds. Before tonight paying attention to her body and indulging in such a decadent behavior as playing with herself had seemed like dangerous distractions to her goals, ones she avoided during the few moments of free time she had in her schedule. And this fact had clearly taken a toll on her, especially after meeting her dashing Senpai and his intense black eyes. And now she was completely naked and being subjected to near constant humiliations and teasing from the shadows. There was no way to get the geni back into the bottle. She had periodically engaged in wanton masturbation many times throughout the course of her ordeal, and each time she had been deeply ashamed to admit just how wonderful it had felt. Having an audience only doubled that erotic experience, just as she had known it would.

While still touching herself in small circles (why was the alien feeling of her gloves even more pleasurable than the delight her bare fingers could create?) Kasumi raised her other hand out in front of her, cupping it as if she were holding some invisible object. She held it there a moment, trembling with the increasing need her touch was creating inside her. And then...

“Diarahan…” She whispered, taking her psychic cognition, intense humiliation and growing sense of pleasure and shaping it into a tangible form. A soft green glow arose in her outstretched hand, thrumming with the promise of health and life of her healing magic.

Kasumi felt herself shudder in pleasure as an orgasm rippled through her, coinciding precisely with the manifestation of power in her free hand. And so Kasumi taught the Phantom Queens a valuable lesson about the rules of their new existence, their new transformations did not prevent working magic or calling on their Personas. It simply demanded that the girls debase and humiliate themselves to an even greater extent than ever before.