All you can Eat

Kasumi could feel the world around her distorting and warping. It felt like coming up for air after holding one’s breath underwater. Sounds that were muted and subdued came into loud blaring relief, and the darkness of the cursed underground was replaced much too abruptly with bright, blinding lights. Thousands of voices were talking and laughing around her in idle chit chat. Kasumi blinked and found herself in the real world alongside her companions, naked and hunched over, trying to cover herself and somehow ignore the pleasurable sensation moving through her nether regions. To her shock she found herself and the other girls standing on some kind of buffet table surrounded by richly dressed patrons. One by one conversation around them came to a hault as the dinner goers took notice of the bizarre entertainment they’d been given alongside their evening meals.

“W-Wilton? That..that sadistic little bastard brought us to the Wilton Hotel Buffet? Th-this can’t be happening!” Ann wailed beside her. “R-Run!!”

And so the girls attempted their great escape. Unfortunately, with a gawking crowd staring from both sides of the table and only getting larger as the existence of the naked girls became known the only choice for an ‘escape route’ was along the buffet table, filled with an obstacle course of delicious dishes and desserts. The girls moved as quickly as they could, stumbling about like new born deer in their high heels as the crowd laughed and cell phone cameras went off. Despite this the girls made it as far as the chocolate fountains before Ann slipped. With a cry of fear Makoto lunged forward to save her naked friend. Ann found herself bent backwards, her eyes staring up at the sunset red of Makoto’s piercing gaze. Her legs were still touching the table, her body bent at the knees and her pussy especially on prominent display while her upp torso formed an almost flat plain along her taut stomach, her chest and head bending slightly backwards so that her naked brests jutted out towards the sky and her humiliating erect, rounded nipples were especially prominent and obvious. Makoto meanwhile clutched the blond by the shoulders, suspending her head mere inches from impacting the table, her own body bent at the waste and thrusting forward so that her naked butt and pussy lips were on display and her lovely breasts were jutting out beneath her. The pair held the position for a moment, both balanced precariously on their high heels in a way that made repositioning difficult without losing the center of gravity and both toppling over. Adrenaline and humiliation drummed through them both as they stared at each other, their minds caught up in the sight of the lewd nakedness of the other girl and the humiliation of knowing they were giving each other and hundreds of other strangers a lewd sight indeed.

Then with a tell tale, ominous groan the table began to lean inward, and all too suddenly collapsed completely under the weight of five human beings in addition to the delectable foods and deserts it was piled high with. Kasumi all too suddenly found herself spawled on the ground in the midst of naked limbs of spilled platters. Her head was reeling with the sudden tumble combined with the sheer embarrassment of her naked predicament. Part of her took solace in from the fact that after riding in the demented subway car and being thoroughly ogled, groped and generally used as a plaything by the Metaverse for hours on end (the passing of time seemed to be far less reliable in that place than the real world, most likely based as much on cognition as physics…it seemed only a few short hours had ticked by in the real world while the shadows reveled their nakedness to their hearts content) there was surely no way her evening could be any more humiliating! Another part cynically asked if she was so certain of that and reminded her that underestimating the depravity of her enemy was exactly how she had ended up in this erotic naked odyssey in the first place. Kasumi would learn the truth soon enough.

Say what you will about the Wilton and their famous buffet- their arrogance and disdain for younger patrons, their contempt for potential customers who could not typically afford their exorbitant meals, or their elitism in pandering to the whims of rich and famous while studiously ignoring the first two categories of people. When it came to presentation and showmanship the staff of the hotel were clearly second to none. It was truly a marvel to behold as the staff efficiently hauled away the broken table and smashed dishes, carefully swarming over the spilled meals drinks with all the efficient speed of a pack of worker drones serving in a human ant colony. Kasumi was very impressed. Impressed, and thankful for something to focus on other than being naked…or how she was being made to stand with her body completely uncovered, her hands held behind her back by two of the brawnier staff members that no doubt served as hotel security or bouncers (she had always wanted to visit the Wilton, but never had the time…of course her first time inside the luxury hotel just had to be on the most shameful night of her entire life…a night that was clearly far from over!). It also helped her ignore the pair of well dressed perpetually glaring individuals that stalked back and forth around the dining area, alternately directing the movement of the rest of the staff, apologizing to customers (most of whom were too busy gawking and snickering at the girls to actually get upset at the situation, anyway) and coming to loom menacingly over the five humiliated delinquents that had turned their well run establishment into absolute chaos. One was a tall and thin man in a black suit, who Kasumi presumed was the general manager. The other was a rotund woman who reminded Kasumi a bit too much of the school bully she had nicknamed the ‘ogre’ that had overseen her original public stripping (which still inspired a blush from the poor girl, despite feeling so long ago thanks to her trials in the metaverse) in a white uniform that could only mean she was the head chef.

“I hope you are pleased with yourselves, ladies. Your unseemly little prank has put hours of painstaking preparation and thousands of yen worth of the finest ingredients and culinary mastery completely to ruin!” The manager ranted.

“I understand, sir, and we’d be happy to explain the situation if you’d just lend a robe or even a towel to-“ Makoto whispered.

“You will not be making use of a single scrap of cloth from this establishment or this hotel! You will not cost us a single yen more than you already have! Certainly not until you’ve covered the debts you already owe!” The manager barked.

“D-Do we look like we have any money right now?” Ann wailed, squirming in shame.

“I suggest you find some means to address these damages!” The manager shot back.

“I’d be happy to cover all damages in full if you’ll just permit to contact my family and open a line of credit for-“ Haru began.

“Oh no. No credit cards. No checks. No little ‘it’ll just be a moment!’ trips to the ATM that end with you lot making a break for it. You’re all going to pay, in full, up front while I have every one of you vile little sluts here before my eyes!”

“And like we said, we have no money! We don’t have anything right now!” Futaba squeeled, inspiring a round of laughter and whispered mockery from the guests.

“Think of something quickly.” The manager snapped.

“Sir…” The cook said, an ugly smiled appearing on her face. “Perhaps they could work off the debt?”

“I don’t think so. These shifty little criminals are likely to bolt at the first opportunity. I have no intention of keeping an eye on them all night.” The manager snarled.

“I understand. But we can take measures to secure them. And it has been quite some time since we hosted one of ‘those’ events.” The chef said.

“What…what are you talking about?” Kasumi asked, a sudden dread welling up in her stomach stronger than her feeling of embarrassment.

“We cater to all types of tastes. Some clients will occasionally host our restaurant for special events of a more adventurous culinary nature than our standard buffets. And the staff involved in such events are well paid. I would say a standard wage for you five will pay off your debt quite adequately by the time we close. More or less.” The manager said, nodding.

“…What…what exactly are you suggesting?” Makoto asked wearily.

Tell me, girls, have any of you ever heard of the art of Nyotaimori?” The manager asked, a truly hideous smile spreading across his face.

Half an hour later, it was mostly business as usual at the Wilton Buffet. Dozens and dozens of the rich and decadent gathered around the serving tables, plates in hand and idle chatter on their lips. The only discernible difference was at the sushi table. There, in a rather sharp departure from the usual serving platters the bare naked bodies of five charming examples of female Japanese youth. Their hands and feet had each been bent at the elbow and placed under the top and bottom of the long wooden table, tied firmly into place in an X pattern and their shoulders bent just enough to make their naked breasts jut out prominently and their pussies completely visible and obscenely presented. All along their bodies in finely placed patterns were rows of sushi arranged in decorative designs, encircling their breasts and navel, marching in rows down their stomachs and assembling in a small arc around the mons of Venus.

“Entirely to be expected. The lower classes are simply incapable of enduring the pressures of a modern society. They’ve been cracking under the strain more and more every year. Of course they are going to break mentally without proper guidance. It is just as Shido said. First there was that Apathy Syndrome that hit the Tatsumi region a few years ago, now we keep hearing about these mental shutdowns right here in Tokyo. Naturally its only escalating into more **** and immoral directions. Why, a few months ago I heard some employee of Duck Burger was running about naked while he prepared the food as usual. I suppose it was only a matter of time before that scenario repeated itself. Especially where it involves this lost generation of lawless bimbos and perverts. Just look at these shameless little sluts displaying themselves in public! These are EXACTLY the sorts of weak minded, sexually depraved creatures I’d expect to fall deep into a mental shutdown. A disgrace to the country and the city.”

The arrogant woman continued to deride and insult Kasumi and her friends as if they weren’t there, all while casually plucking one roll of sushi after another from their naked bodies! Kasumi shut her eyes and burned with shame! She never asked for anything like this to happen! She never wanted to be stripped in public or driven mad with lust! The fact that the judgmental harpy wasn’t completely off-base calling her a pervert only made it worse. The fact she had become so addicted to the impish rush of adrenaline that came with sneaking around spying on her senpai’s sexual conquests had given her more restless, guilt ridden nights than she could count…and an even greater number of intense orgasms replaying the images of what she had seen in her mind. The fact that she had treasured the quality time she and Haru had spent hiding naked to watch their class president betray her good girl image again and again on their school rooftop with her senpai gnawed at her sense of morality even more. Her fall from grace happened well before tonight. It was still terrifyingly stunning to see just how much further she could plummet.

“Just look at this girl. She’s absolutely soaking down there. What do you have to say for yourself, young lady?” The woman scolded.

“…M..Me?” Kasumi stammered.

“Of course you. If I was addressing one of these other naked little bitches I wouldn’t very well be picking sushi off your slutty little body at this moment, now would I?” The woman said snidely while popping another piece of sushi into her mouth with the ornate crystalline chop sticks they had been providing.

“I-I’m sorry, ma’am.” Kasumi said, her impulse to be polite overriding any outrage at the woman’s hypocrisy at scolding the girl she was happily humiliating.

“As well you should be. Keep up that contrite, obedient posture, girl. That at least is an admirable trait to have in your position. Always good to have a little whore who knows her place rather than those angry defiant sorts like you’re the big titted blonde or the brunette with those impressive abs.”

Kasumi blushed, but before she could respond she heard a familiar growling.

“Oh? Is the little slut hungry?” The woman asked, smiling and cruelly eating the delicious lump of sushi right before Kasumi’s eyes.

“S-sorry, ma’am!” Kasumi squeeked.

“No need for that. Do you want some?” The woman asked, plucking another piece off Kasumi’s stomach.

“I…I can have one?” Kasumi asked in surprise.

“Of course.” The woman said cruelly.

Kasumi gasped in complete shock as she felt something brush against her exposed clit. She blushed madly as the sushi entered her field of vision, this time drenched in a suspiciously familiar liquid.

“Is something wrong?” The woman asked.

Kasumi sputtered for an answer, shocked and humiliated. A moment later she yelped in pain and pleasure as her nipple was suddenly clamped in a pinching vice. The woman had taken a separate pair of chop sticks and used them to pinch her naked breasts!

“Go on. Take a bite. Eat it like the hungry little slut you are.” The woman demanded.

Kasumi blushed madly, clenching her teeth. The woman’s expression was identical to the teasing shadows who had tormented her before. Trembling and blushing furiously Kasumi opened her mouth, accepting the wet morsel with complete indignation. The woman smiled in satisfaction. Kasumi refused to meet her gaze, afraid it might show in her face how good the food was or how erotic it felt tasting her own arousal.

“…Thank you.” Kasumi said, forcing the words out in total shame.

“That’s a good girl!” The woman smiled in approval. “But it looks like I made things a little worse for you downstairs. You’ve only gotten wetter since a moment ago. You poor, shameless little pervert.”

“S-sorry ma’am!” Kasumi squeeked with shame.

“I suppose its just as well. The buffet is all you can eat.”

Kasumi blinked at the strange look the woman was giving her. She gasped in dismay when realization hit.

“Wait! Ma’am, wait, please! That’s too embarrassing! D-OH!” She pleaded as the woman disappeared from her field of view, only for her to feel a teasing, wet tongue licking the space between her legs.

Kasumi moaned loudly in mortification as she felt exploring, teasing lips firmly placed on her waiting sex, the older woman sensually eating her out as the patron around them laughed and applauded. Other patrons began nibbling at her breasts or softly biting her skin, making her a particularly savory meal on offer in the buffet. To her credit, Kasumi tried to resist the soft, glorious probing of the woman’s wicked tongue, but it took only a few minutes of coaxing before she ground her hips in response to the stranger’s attentions, blushing under the knowing smirk of satisfaction she received in return. And as the sushi vanished off their bodies, each member of the quintet found themselves the sole remaining meal to be eaten that night. And one and all the patrons happily gorged themselves on the provided feast.

The girls abruptly found their bonds cut, each girl suddenly yanked from the stupor of sexual bliss and humiliation and none too gently dragged to their feet. Dazed and frazzled, the girls barely had time to register their situation as they were half marched and half carried to the waiting elevators. By the time the doors open and they were shoved into the midst of the packed conveyor the girls were still only recovered enough to give a few crisis of exclamation before being surrounded. The ride to the lobby was an ordeal unto itself, the girls experiencing a mini version of their recent train ride as every inch of their bodies was happily groped and teased without mercy. More staff awaited to escort the girls to the front lobby, each girl an incoherent mess of humiliation and arousal. None of them really parsed the screaming rant of the hotel manager into a discernible sentence, but and everyone was acutely aware of being pressed against the front desk of the lobby and administered painful spanking that left the cheeks on each girl’s face and ass a burning red. And then once more they were whisked away, practically shoved out the hotel door and onto the streets completely naked and incredibly horny.

Kasumi was beyond humiliated by this point. Despite her pleas and the licking she had received, every single patron had cruelly denied her a chance to orgasm during the buffet. Her body was screaming for attention, and deep within her she could feel Cendrillon growing impatient and lustful. Her Persona’s ability to overwhelm her with a need to play with herself was muted here but far from nonexistent. Her hand was between her legs before any rational thought was in her brain. Her sense of decency was acutely aware she was standing on trembling legs dressed in nothing high heels, two of her digits casually fingering herself as hundreds of stranger passed by all around her some glaring in contempt before hurrying on their way while others stopped dead and stared in shock. The others huddled around her, mirroring her actions and shame facedly masturbating in the middle of downtown Tokyo without a single solitary stich of clothing to hide their perverted bodies from the world.

The flash of cameras shocked the girls into motion. Fleeing in a random direction, the girls moaned and cried in shame and pleasure as they fled from the modesty robbing cameras. The entire time they ran they never stopped pleasuring themselves, declaring for the world their slutty love of exposure and humiliation.

“So….fucking…humiliating!” Makoto screamed as they rounded a corner, out of sight for the moment.

“Well…at least…it can’t get any worse…” Ann offered, shuddering as her orgasm finally answered her probing digits.

The sounding of rolling thunder crashed overhead. A moment later Kasumi felt the first cold drops of rain, followed by another and another until the sky was soaking her in a downpour.

“Ann…why? WHY? Why would you say that? Why the fuck would you ever say that?” Futaba moaned as the trio shivered naked in the cold and wet.

As the five naked girls scampered their way through the streets, reality seemed to unwind like a film reel snapping on a projector. Joker’s memories of past events slowly yielded to the present where he sat battered and bruised under the intimidating gaze of Sae Niijima. Sae stared at Joker as he brought his narrative to a close, her face unreadable save for the blush on her cheeks.

“That’s where the picture came from, I think. The other girls were lucky, the crowds were more interested in photographing their bodies rather than their faces. They had several other humiliating encounters but they were detained and the police were never called. Mishima seems to have affected the minds of the whole city, like he said he would. They spent the night at Ann’s house and borrowed some of her clothes the following morning. I think they collectively called in sick the day after.” Joker drolled on, pointing to the picture.

“I see.” Sae said slowly. “And you know all of this even though you weren’t present for any of it?”

“Oh. Well, that is another story altogether. Suffice to say I eventually found out and got the whole story out of them.” Joker smiled.

“They told you all of this? In such graphic detail?” Sae asked in a dubious tone.

“Ahhh…Well…ummm…As you might guess, this is a very humiliating memory for all of the girls. Umm…it also turns out that going into the details is a really good way to get them…interested in doing things at the end of a date.” Joker shrugged.

“I see…” Sae said evenly.

“….a really, really good way-“

“Yes, thank you!” Sae snapped.

“You did ask.” Joker noted.

“I did. And now, we are moving on. You are clearly suffering some kind of hallucination or false memory from the **** or your concussion.” Sae said, gather up the photo and the page of notes she had kept of the Phantom Queen incident…casually ripping both apart as she spoke.

“Umm…but all of that was the truth…” Joker began.

“The truth? Kasumi Yoshizawa was magically stripped of her clothes and ended up having an orgy with the other female phantom thieves…INCLUDING MY SISTER…before being captured and humiliated by everyone in your ‘metaverse’ before being spat out naked on the streets of Tokyo and humiliated once again.” Sae summarized.

“I know it’s a little much to take in, but-“

“Not at all. Since it is all nonsense, there is no need to take it in. Or make a record of it. Or repeat the story, to me or anyone else, especially in a statement or before a courtroom. Because any kind of rumor, even an outlandish one, could come back to haunt Yoshizawa or Makoto or one of the other girls. And that would make me, your prosecutor, very unhappy. Very, very, very unhappy.” Sae said coolly, gathering up the scraps of paper and putting them away.

“….now that you mention it, I am feeling a little woozy. Probably just imagined the whole thing. We should probably move on to the next case.”

“That sounds like a wonderful idea.” Sae said with a smile.

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Somewhere else in the present, in a place very far away yet all too close by….

Her eyes fluttered open as the visions in her mind struggled to gain clarity, falling away and running together as the elusive memories rose up from the darkness. Like a sleeper being jarred awake, Kasumi found herself abandoning her pleasant dreams and slipping back into the cold, hard reality of the present. Her throat was dry and hoarse from frequent snoring. The aching muscles from her battle with the casino shadows alongside Joker (alongside her Senpai!!) protested as she shifted into a new position. She was aware of a growing, aching pain in the back of his head like every caffeine addicted headache she had developed when skipping her evening coffee at Leblanc over the past year of stalking her senior classmate was now coming back to haunt her at the same time.

Slowly, painfully she raised his eyes back up to the intense stare of Sae Niijima…at least, from a certain perspective it was Sae Niijima. She sat across from her in the dark, bleak chamber that they shared, wearing the stylish 1930s style black hat with the prominent yellow rose along with the slinky cocktail dress that just barely managed to hide enough of herself to qualify as being ‘worn’. Her arms were crossed, the smirk on her face a blend of condescension, wonder and lust as she took in the sight of the girl before her.

Kasumi said nothing, shocked and confused. The last thing she remembered was being in the casino, volunteering to draw the pursuing shadows away from Senpai so he could escape. She had been fending them off, cutting through them as easily as flipping and dodging through her dance routine. And then…no. NO! She felt it. Her power vanishing. Her CLOTHES vanishing along with it. Suddenly she was caught out naked except for her coat and boots, her magic and fighting ability almost entirely drained away from her! One of the shadows had attacked, used a spell. Then…nothing. The silence stretched on and on. Kasumi's eyes narrowed in exhaustion and confusion. The look Sae was giving hher had not changed. It was the look of a big cat sizing up a meal.

"Welcome back to the land of conscious, Kasumi Yoshizawa...." She said smuggly. "I suppose that explains that unexpected little breach we had just before all hell broke loose. A little late to the party, I’m afraid. The Phantom Thieves already tried and failed to take my treasure. But I suppose you didn’t come here for that. You wanted to help your Senpai? Or maybe your Senpai and the little harem you two stumbled your way into co-founding? "

Kasumi’s eyes widened in disbelief as she began to remember. She felt her face flushing as her mind fully caught up with the current situation. She covered her mouth to hide the noise which threatened to escape from her throat, a combination of a dismayed whimper and a moan of lusty anticipation. She was still in her phantom ‘queen’ attire, her hands had been handcuffed over her head and secured behind her. Her legs were similarly spread wide apart and chained to either side of the chair she sat on. Her position **** her breasts to jut out in front of her and left her naked sex completely uncovered and open for all to see.

Not again…

“Wha-what’s going on??? Where am I? What happened to Senpai? WHY AM I NAKED?” Kasumi moaned.

Shadow Sae laughed to herself, a hand on her hip, her eyes drinking in Kasumi’s nudity with a self-satisfied, casual delight that made Kasumi blush and squirm all the more, wishing intensely she could cover herself.

“Well, answering in reverse order…I have no idea why you are naked now, although I assume it has something to do with that little fiasco involving your name. Perhaps we can find the answer to that little mystery together? As for your senpai, he has unfortunately been captured by the police in the real world. Right now he’s trapped in a tiny backroom of police headquarters having a little chat with the other me. I wonder…do you think this is fate? How the two of you keep managing to parallel each other’s circumstances…you earning that familiar little outfit, then managing to seduce each of his female conquests all on your own, even becoming leader of your own version of the thieves…and now sitting here, just like him, completely at the mercy of Sae Niijiima? And yet somehow while he does it all with style and grace, you end up suffering humiliation and losing all dignity. Maybe he was destined to be the great Trickster of the metaverse and you were destined to be its slutty, naked little plaything…”

Kasumi blushed intensely. Sae smiled, cocked her head, and casually pressed a button on her desk. Kasumi squeeled in shock and alarm as some sort of apparatus unfolded beneath her chair. She felt something large and phallic casually press against her crotch…and into her wet folds without a hint of resistance. A moment later, she felt a humiliatingly intense vibration rumble through her, the shock allowing a long moan to escape her body.

“Did you not hear me, slut? I asked a question. You’ve been caught, trespassing in MY casino. You are my prisoner. And now I’m going to conduct my own little interrogation. Why should the real me have all the fun? I ask questions. You give answers. Fail to do that, and they’ll be consequences. Are we clear?”

“Y-YES!” Kasumi wailed.

“Yes, what?” Sae asked.

“YES MISTRESS! SORRY MISTRESS!”

“I heard you were a smart girl, Yoshizawa.” Sae purred.

“M-mistress! What…!! What happened! To the others!!” Kasumi gasped.

“They avoided capture. Your distraction on top of the boy’s own antics let the others get away. You kept Makoto safe.” Sae’s smirk softened for just a moment. “Thank you for that.”

Kasumi could only gasp in response. The unexpected compliment caught her off guard. Which in turn left her unprepared when Sae turned up the intensity on the sybian beneath her.

“Unfortunately for you, it has also left me wanting more. My ever so pragmatic other self has decided to move on and not get into all the sordid little details. But I’m not satisfied in the least. You’ll tell me, won’t you? All the secrets and misadventures of the Phantom Queens? I think there is far more to learn….”