The Execution of Mitsuru Kirijo

Minako flinched as the sliding door of the classroom was yanked aside by Junpei, far far too soon for her liking. She closed her eyes tight, hiding her naked pussy with her bag and blushing intensely waiting for the mocking laughs or cries of outrage. And yet...slowly she cracked open an eye, staring around the blank classroom. Items and book bags were scattered about or laid out on desks, but there were no people. The whole scene felt vaguely like one of those old stories of a vanished ship returned to port with all hands seemingly gone in the midst of the day.

"What's going on?" Minako whispered.

"Dunno. Its like everybody just got up and left..." Junpei said, a hint of his infamous 'Believe it or don't' voice creeping into his words.

"Stop it! This is serious! What happened to..." Minako whispered, blushing. "What else could go wrong today?"

"Hey, silver lining, you get to avoid being stuck butt naked in front of our gawking homeroom. Least for a little while..." Junpei said, glancing in her direction.

"Yayyyy." Minako jeered without enthusiasm.

Junpei grinned, then suddenly yanked her book bag away.

"H-Hey!!" Minako stammered, covering her now exposed sex and the suspiciously rigid clit peaking out between her shaven lips. "You give that back!"

"Why? We finally got to class. We can just leave our stuff here like everyone else and go looking for everybody without lugging around all those books." Junpei said with a grin.

"You know why! It was big enough to hide my chest! Or my butt! Or...that!" She said, blushing ferociously as she hid her pussy behind her hands, awkwardly extending one finger above the rest to 'point' down at her soaking lips.

"Hmm...hmmm....hmmmmmmmmm..." Junpei said, making a show a thinking. "You are right, Minako-tan. If we leave it here you won't have anything left to hide behind but your hands, which means you are barely hiding anything."

Click went the camera phone.

"You suck...so MUCH!" Minako said, blushing intensely.

"I gotta say, this pose of yours is totally awesome! The way your arm covers your chest and squeezes those boobs together so they look even bigger than they normally do! Fantastic! And hunching over and hiding your crotch with your other hand kind of looks like you are diddling yourself. Which, to be fair, ends up being the case surprisingly often!"

"You shut up! That's not me!...mostly...Minakage gets frisky when people are staring!" Minako sputtered.

"Like now?" Junpei smirked.

"SHUT! UP!" Minako screamed, the tips of her fingers teasing her clit even while she hid it from view.

"Well, to be fair, why don't we ask the boss?" Junpei said, typing into his cell phone while speaking aloud. "Hey babe, should I give Minako back her bag so she doesn't have to cover up like this?"

Minako glared as the phone beeped, then vibrated again with a response. Junpei glanced over the text, turning it around to show Minako the two word message. "ABSOLUTELY NOT!"

"You both suck." Minako muttered, shuddering slightly as her shadow indicated her approval of the couple with a second finger entering her folds and enthusiastically manipulating her clit before returning to slowly teasing the naked girl.

"So...where exactly did they all go, I wonder?" Junpei said, pondering the matter as he opened the classroom door to allow a **** Minako to exit in front of him, hiding her frontal nudity in case of finding a stranger despite knowing Junpei was staring at her butt and her playful fingers.

Elsewhere....

"I suppose you are all wondering why we have gathered here so suddenly..." Mitsuru Kirijo said, her voice cracking as she stood in front of the podium to the school auditorium, the entire student body assembled in front of her.

The class president leading a student assembly was an unusual event at Gekkoukan. But this assembly was proving to be very unique. For one, part of the auditorium was filled entirely by men in black suits and an entourage of maids manning several cameras. These were a sizable number of Kirijo Group agents, investors and shareholders. The rumor was the cameras were currently broadcasting this event to Kirijo shareholders all across Japan and the world. At this moment the image of their school and their statuesque student president were appearing everywhere, even the Jumbo tron screens found in downtown Tokyo and other major cities.

But of course most students glossed over these odds details the second the student council president walked onto the stage completely naked except for a collar fitted with her student ribbon and her black leather boots. The president blushed profusely, hiding her body behind the podium as much as possible.

"Some of you may have heard rumors this morning about the Eden Syndrome epidemic moving through the city. For those unfamiliar, this appears to be a mutation of the more common Apathy Syndrome. To review, the original syndrome afflicted people with a deep sense of apathy and a reduction of their mental faculties. For lack of a better term, and pardon the crudeness of the metaphor, they enter a zombie-like state and need to be given constant care and supervision or they will forget to perform basic tasks such as eating or drinking. Eden Syndrome appears to affect the same area of the brain...except...apathy is replaced with feelings of intense lust and arousal. The victim retains all their faculties but is compelled (entirely against their will or control) to engage in acts of lust and debasement intended to inspire intense humiliation and shame in the victim. The condition has thus far only manifested in women, most of a young age. The one common factor among all subjects is a need to strip entirely naked in a public setting." Mitsuru said, red faced.

"As you have no doubt surmised, I am one of several students attending Gekkoukan High School while suffering from this condition! I...I want you all to know, as your student council president and the head of the Kirijo Group, we are doing everything we can to address this new situation! As with Apathy Syndrome, the cause of this disorder is unknown..."

That was a lie. It was not publically known, of course, but the Kirijo Group was fully aware of the psychic entities called Shadows that manifested in the splintered space time of the Dark Hour. These entities emerged from certain people experiencing apathy or despair, separating from the psyche and effectively shutting down mental faculties of those they are 'born' from. Eden Syndrome was a different phenomena but the root cause was the same. A shadow was born within a human. However, rather than divorce itself from their 'parent' these shadows were actively taking control of their other selves. A being called Temptation was their leader, an Harbinger of a still more powerful unnamed entity who appeared bent on spreading lust, humiliation, and nakedness across the city. The goals of this new entity were still unknown, save that by its own admission it wished to prevent the Fall that Nyx would inflict upon the world. And apparently it had succeeded, somehow altering the subconscious of people in the city to stop yearning for ****. SEES had been unaware of the change at first. The first clear sign of trouble was when the entity called Pharos chose to remain within Minako Arisato as the aloof child-like being rather than evolve into the Appriser and summon forth Nyx into reality. In his own words, humanity was no longer yearning for **** enough to reach the tipping point of the Fall. Mitsuru and the others might have welcomed the intervention if Temptation's next move had it not been to target their organization directly, awakening perverted shadows in each girl that quickly reduced them to naked humiliation one by one.

"First allow me to dispel some of the rumors circling about the syndrome. First and foremost, none of the women suffering this condition are doing so WILLINGLY! Anyone claiming that the girls undergoing the condition were secretly immoral, closet exhibitionists, sex addicts or anything of the sort will be facing detention and execution! I can assure you, this experience is indescribably humiliating for those involved, far more so for one with than condition than a normal person would feel in a similar situation! Moreover, the compulsion towards humiliation does not extend into the realm of **** or more gruesome crimes. Suffering Eden Syndrome does not, I repeat DOES NOT, **** the girl in question to accept any sexual partner that might be interested. In point of fact, Eden Syndrome girls are quite capable of defending themselves when necessary, and they will employ a variety of painful tactics with no more conscious control than they had in stripping down in the first place. Remember that! The condition wants an audience, nothing more. Any sexual acts you may witness are between consenting adults, although the location is certainly against their will!"

She left unstated the fact that her notorious naked antics and frequent trysts with the other girls in public was, indeed, an act of perverse consent. SEES was, at the best of times, a cauldron of secrets and tension. None of the Persona users had trusted one another at first. But they had grown close with time and nightly battles fighting alongside each other. When exactly those feelings had started to run deeper was uncertain...although if Mitsuru had to guess she would point to the love hotel for the first seed between Arisato and Takeba...and of course, her personal interest in Takeba had come rather abruptly and intently after a hard slap to the face one summer evening. Temptation had simply exploited those feelings, giving them a life and a perverse personality unto themselves.

"In any case, as always the Kirijo Group and the SEES club are dedicated to dealing with Apathy Syndrome and now Eden Syndrome as carefully and directly as possible. As student council president, I am offering the services of SEES to ensure that Eden Syndrome is not disruptive to our daily lessons. Since it will be vital to anyone who suffers from the condition...including myself...to be humiliated on a daily basis, SEES will be serving as the primary committee for administering those humiliations. If any student with the condition would like to be humiliated in a particular fashion, please contact us. If the rest of the student body..." Mitsuru blushed intensely. "Would like to humiliate a specific student suffering from Eden Syndrome, you may submit your request to the committee. I make no promises they will be granted, but they will be considered."

Mitsuru shuddered internally. She had no doubt that the bulk of the requests would be targeted at herself or the other SEES students. They were widely considered the most gorgeous girls in the school, a label Mitsuru could not entirely disagree with in her personal tastes.

"In a similar fashion, I am ordering the formation of a sub-committee within the Kirijo Group. They will be in charge of evaluating my decisions from this point forward. Any order I make that appears intended to humiliate myself or one of the other students will not be carried out if it would be detrimental to the company. Until I am entirely in control of my own decisions again I cannot risk my decisions harming my family's legacy or all the employees under my leadership."

Mitsuru paused. The humiliation of being on stage was intense. "And that is all. Please remember if you see any student roaming the hallways naked that they are suffering from a mental condition. Any legal issues regarding being naked or sexual activity in public will be waived in the case of Eden Syndrome. Thank you!"

Covering herself Mitsuru moved to leave the stage...only to be blocked by Akihiko.

"What are you doing?" Mitsuru hissed.

"Is that all. Don't you have something more to say?" Akihiko asked.

"Absolutely not! Now get out of-" Mitsuru snapped.

"I think an apology here would go a long way." Akihiko said. "After all, didn't we talk about this earlier. How roaming the hallways of your school completely naked was worthy of a good old fashioned Kirijo Execution?"

".....you wouldn't...." Mitsuru whispered.

"Here's a little addendum to your speech." Akihiko said, holding out a sheet of paper.

"Wh-what are you planning?" Mitsuru demanded, covering herself and backing away. "L..listen, Akihiko. You made a good argument before. I know I agreed my behavior warranted an Execution and you should be the one to carry it out. But...surely, you wouldn't..."

Akihiko crossed his arms slowly and gestured with his head towards the podium. Mitsuru opened her mouth to protest, hung her head and slowly walked back to the stage. At that moment she would give anything to forget the Kirijo sense of honor and duty her father had drilled into her day after day. Toss the paper away, make a mad dash for the exit and ride her motorcycle somewhere far away. But he had trapped her in her own words. And that was all. There certainly wasn't any thrill moving through her at that moment at the thought of being completely under the control of that stern, confident boy she had fought alongside for so long. And even if that was true, there was absolutely no possibility there was any moisture pooling between her legs in aroused anticipation as the moment of her unknown punishment grew ever closer.

"Everyone..." She whispered as she reached the podium. "I would...I would like to say once and for all...I am sorry. Coming to school like this, displaying my dirty, lewd body to everyone in such an obscene manner. Voluntary or not, this is shameful. To the students of our school and the stockholders of the Kirijo Group, I will now formally apologize in the only way appropriate to this situation. I am going to perform the...the...Dogeza..."

Mitsuru blushed intensely. That bastard. Being encased in a block of elemental ice was a mercy compared to this! A Dogeza was an ancient tradition, a formal bow akin to the chinese kowtow performed by postrating oneself before the wronged party, on your knees with your face and torso pressed against the ground with your hands and arms out in front. It was a form of apology reserved for the most outrageous wrongs one could commit in society. It was in all ways a complete and utter submission to the other person, any sense of pride or personal consideration discarded. She was, symbolically, promising to do anything for the school and the corporation. It was culturally the ultimate mark of shame. Making such a submissive gesture while naked...well, if someone could die of embarrassment, Mitsuru Kirijo died a thousand times in an instant.

Mitsuru positioned herself in the traditional style. Her body was laid prostrated out on the floor, her arms curling around her head in a small triangle and her hands flat on the floor in front of her. Her forehead was pressed against the ground. Her knees were folded up underneath and to her sides so that her glorious butt and pussy lips were presented prominently before the audience while her breasts were squished up underneath her.

"Not bad." Akihiko complimented. "Now try it again here."

Mitsuru looked up, noting that her maidservants had brought out a large cushioned raised platform with a series of red markings on it. Blushing to herself she realized she'd have to assume the awful pose all over again, this time the platform making even more of a spectacle out of her naked body. She glared with suspicion at Akihiko, before assuming the same position as the red markings indicated.

"....Everyone. I apologize." She said in complete humiliation.

"But what are you apologizing for?" Akihiko asked, Mitsuru glowering at him. "Actually, hold that thought...."

Mitsuru's breath caught in her throat as Akihiko pressed a button on a suspicious remote he produced from a pocket. Before she had a moment to think she heard a loud metallic -clamp- -clamp- -clamp- sound as a series of shackles imprisoned her wrists, elbows, neck, knees and legs, effectively pinning her into the prostrate position!

"What's the meaning of this?" Mitsuru demanded.

"I know you feel ashamed of wandering around the school completely naked. But should you? You didn't intend to start suffer from this Eden Syndrome, right?" Akihiko said asked.

"This entire execution was your idea! If you say I shouldn't apologize then-"

"No. You should apologize. You definitely should. But not for being naked. You can't help that. You should apologize for getting so aroused by this situation." Akihiko said.

"I...I...I will do no such thing! This entire affair is completely involuntary and against my will! I have been utterly unable to control my own actions this entire time!" Mitsuru said indignantly, surprised to find a modicum of Kirijo pride still stubbornly holding on in the face of her endless humiliation.

"Right. And you've been enjoying every second of it. Ever since you strolled onto this campus naked for the world to see your breasts have been full and erect with obvious excitement, and there's been a steady dribble of arousal coming between your legs all morning."

"Lies! Absolute lies!!" Mitsuru bellowed.

"Every act of depravity you've done, every photo of your naked body posing obscenely in front of your peers, every orgasm and act of lesbian sex in public you've participated in...all the depraved things you've ever executed another student for even imagining!...you've enjoyed it all from start to finish. You've been wanting more, your whole body aching for the next humiliation. So stop apologizing for being **** to be a naked, unseemly slut. That we could all overlook. Apologize for being a naked, unseemly slut and LOVING IT THE WHOLE TIME."

"N-Never!" Mitsuru declared, finding some ounce of defiance against the onslaught of truth.

"All right. Better hold yourself to those convictions." Akihiko said.

"I'll never-OHH!" Mitsuru cried as a small circle opened in the platform beneath her two magnificent breasts, dropping the soft orbs into a depression where a pair of clamps snagged the sensitive, erect tips.

"What are you....you...you wouldn't DARE!" Mitsuru growled, glancing behind her at the sound of another noise, this time another shaft rising up out of the platform, this one featuring two long extensions, one highly phallic while the other was made up of a series of ball-like protrusions. Each extension was perfectly aligned with her ass and pussy, despite her attempts to struggle against her bonds.

"Akihiko, I mean it! Don't...don't you...NOOOOO!" Mitsuru cried as the extensions ground forward, penetrating her orifices to maximum capacity. The protrusions were made of some strange black material that seemed to defy the usual expectations of sexual contact, sliding into her easily and coolly without a need for lubrication...although the squelching noise made it clear that Mitsuru was providing plenty of fluid for at least one of the devices.

"Don't worry. This device is programmed to avoid inspiring an orgasm. It'll bring you close, but it'll pull back right when you are there. I know you disapprove of anyone experiencing a public orgasm, so I won't make you experience one in front of your entire school and every associate you know in your family's business. Not until you apologize and beg for it." Akihiko said with a smile.

Mitsuru's eyes widened. "You bastard. This is what you were planning all along! My execution is admitting I want this!!"

Akihiko smiled. "This is a Kirijo prototype for a line of erotic toys. It has the turbo power of a jet engine and the power reserves to last for weeks on end. You are going to lose your mind. Or you could just admit..."

"D-Don't think you've won! I may be cursed to suffer these indignities, but under no circumstances will have I ever or will ever enjoy these humiliations! I will not apologize! I will not beg! Do your worst!"

Akihiko smirked and Mitsuru blushed. Her heart skipped a beat as he raised up the remote, and then coherent thought fled as the engine roared to life and the execution of Mitsuru Kirijo began in earnest.