This is an adaptation of a roleplay that I had with a user on Reddit named nborg1228, done with his permission. As such, there are a couple of things to note. First, I already have the full story in the original roleplay form (It is about 452 pages), and I can thus adapt it even when I am under writer's block. Second, there might be a bit less of my writing style than my readers are used to, as I adapted dialogue from another writer and did not rewrite it wholesale. Third , given these two facts, I would like your opinion at the end of reading the couple chapters I will release today. Tell me if you would rather that I occasionally work on this or if it is a flawed experiment. Fourth, yes you will notice a lot of my 'calling cards' (lol). That is because this is the closest thing that I would call my most proud story, my personal magnum opus, and I've been chasing the high for years since.

It is a roleplay that utilizes the world rules of Persona 5 loosely, but does not feature any characters from those games. Due to this, it opens In Media Res.

In order to ease your reading, here are the Dramatis Personae, at least for the first arc.

Kiara Parker- The main character, told from her perspective in the second person. She is skinny, with smaller b cup breasts and a slight ass. Her brown hair and average face make sure that she is often just one of the crowd. She has lived a relatively modest, unexciting life. She will find more excitement soon.

August Derleth- Kiara’s classics teacher. He comes across as a staid, almost boring man set in his ways. He is older, early 60s, and has the body to match the professorial type. Although the shadows of his mind dance like Plato’s cave.

Adam Marchionne- Kiara’s boyfriend. He has black hair and a beard. He has dated Kiara for a couple of months. They have recently moved in together.

And now to begin…

The First Dream

You suddenly stir, as if from a daydream, in class. But something is not right. You're a college student right? So why are you wearing some catholic schoolgirl outfit, with a plaid skirt that seems a full hand length too short? Why is it that your shirt doesn't have any buttons at all above the band of your bra? Your hands move, going to cover your cleavage, cover your exposed thighs.

There are elements that seem like any other day though. The room is right, the board in front of stadium seating with desks. This seems like Professor Derleth's classroom where you study Classics, but upfront is Professor Gozen, the adjunct, fresh out of grad school female teacher who normally teaches modern literature. That is...

You look confused as you see what she is wearing. It is like your own uniform, except much more slutty. The adjunct professor is wearing a shirt like yours, but she is not wearing a bra and hers is tied underneath her generous breasts. Her skirt is even shorter, and she wears white socks underneath that reach up to her thighs. Your kitten heels are nothing compared to her stilettos as well. As she shifts, you can see no underwear at all, her bare body teasing with the length of the skirt. Unlike in reality, the normally mousy teacher sneers with a cruelty alien to her normal demeanor. Her eyes are scanning the room, soon settling on a girl you know.

"Hmm, yes Sakura, please come up and assume the position. We must practice the holy mantra, and I believe you are in need of correction." Sakura stands up, blushing. At least that reaction is how it would be in the real world, even if she's wearing the costume you also find yourself in. Your relief is short-lived, your jaw dropping in shock as she goes to the front and leans over the lecturer's lectern, reaching underneath of her skirt and lowering her panties to around her knees before flipping up her skirt. You see the yellow of a ruler rub along her pale ass, held by the professor. Your confusion only heightens as the show proceeds.

"Begin." She intones. Sakura speaks up, nervous. "Youth is one of the greatest traits in a woman..." She cries out as the ruler lands, before she continues, more sure of herself. "... it makes it so that her man can take the lead naturally with his wisdom..." Another strike, another cry, as you winced in sympathy. "...In turn, his wisdom is rewarded with her supple body, ripe and full, but not withered... agh... and she will learn what it really means to be a woman, created by God to be his helper." The teacher takes her ruler from the welted ass and rubs it along her pussy, causing her to release a moan. The stern teacher looks back at the class, as she continues to rub the moaning girl's petals. She cries out harshly, "Repeat!"

You cradle your head in your hands, the sight too foreign to comprehend. As you do, you feel your head pulse and as you lift your head, the people are gone, the chairs empty, the classroom with yesterday's notes still on it, and not the tripe of the fake class. But just as quickly, the vision passes and once again you are looking at the harsh teacher and the submissive student. What was that?

The class begins to repeat the inane lesson, but as they reach the point where the teacher first struck the girl, a chorus of yelps fill the hall. You do not wonder why, as you feel the seat under you strike your ass in the shape of the ruler, possibly leaving a welt to match Sakura's. You had not spoken as you didn't know the mantra in the first place, but you tried to mumble along only to be hit again in time with the others.

Soon it is too much. In reaction, to try to avoid the striking ruler, you stand up, and the class quiets, before the teacher narrows her eyes at you. The teacher in her late 20s speaks as though you are a child, her words drip with venom as she speaks, "Do you believe you have some wisdom to share with the class? You stupid little slut, who hasn't even stepped into the world? Get your foolish little ditzy head out of here, you're going to go see the Lord Father! His servants will guide you, should you become lost, which you undoubtedly will, my foolish little lamb."

You once again the feel the world shift, and then return once again, before you, shakily, move to leave the room. As you slowly move up the stairs., the lessons continue, and you can feel the final couple strikes. As you reach the door, you feel the ruler against your pussy. It stops the second, you enter the hallway.

The hallway isn't like your college at all, clean white, light flooding from the open windows. It is spotless, virgin from all contamination. You see the mountain beyond the campus, where it should be, but this building is completely foreign to you. You walked for a couple minutes, but the hallways felt massive. Finally you see a priest, an acolyte standing in the hallway.. As the man turned, you blushed, shaking in fear, your hands moving to protect your meager modesty.

“W...Who are you? Where am I?” You asked, almost too nervous to even hear the answer.

You can see that he really appears to be in priestly garb, but where his face should be is a mask. The mask looks like your classics professor, the man whose classroom you'd left, Professor Derleth. A voice rings out from the mask.

"I am a follower of the great Father Derleth. He is the great font of wisdom. And you are in his church, and from your garb, you have left your studies. Bad girls who leave their studies should be punished."

His answers don’t make sense, although that is far from your main concern. You are frozen with fear as he reaches down and pulls a longish whip from a satchel that hangs at his side. "Spare the rod and spoil the child." As he says this, you see him swing his arm down, the whip moving with blinding speed.

You feel the strike of the whip, but it is not quite as bad as you think it should be. You look and see that along the front of your uniform, a perfect cut has formed along it, the mild pain in the area beneath it. The whip falls again and you can see your uniform cut again, the pain of it still harsh to your inexperience. The third strikes at your skirt, and you can't help but fall to your knees as a streak of pain crosses your thigh. Your only answer in the moment is a series of gasps and cries.

His whip rains down on you, over and over again as he shreds your clothing. All the while, you can do nothing but feel its sting, tears forming in your eyes, falling to the floor, not provoking pity in the unfeeling creature who assaults you. Suddenly, you hear a voice that sounds almost like your own, but not quite. The man doesn't stop his ****.

"Such an innocent girl. So weak that you are bound by circumstance, taken by the forces of fate, your destiny beyond your control. Your body bound by your own indecision, your soul screaming to be set free, to be who you really are.Now, if you want to be free, point your finger at the man who assails you. My power will free you... but power always has a cost. Can you pay it, my little darling?"

Her voice was soothing, calming. Given no other choice, you pointed, and the man’s mask fell, shattering as he disappeared. The mask had broken with a hole along the seam, as though a gun shot through the mask. A feeling of power runs through you as it falls, but it is fleeting, momentary. As it broke, you could swear that you saw a spark of blue flame appear from your fingertip. In the quiet, tears still streaming as you try to regain yourself.there is a moment of silence. You were bruised, some micro cuts along your skin. The woman was waiting for an answer, yet you looked around to find yourself alone.

“Hello?” You mumbled. You wiped your tears from your face, looking around waiting for an answer. “What do you want from me? Where am I? What is happening?” You asked, trembling now as the panic sets in. The momentary feeling of power gone, leaving you with the feelings of confusion and helplessness that have been your companion on this journey. You buried your face in your hands, your knees tucked up as your back found the white wall. You waited, waited for something to guide me.

“H...Help me.” You cry out.

"...sen... plea... listen." The voice from before speaks, but it is cutting out, as though her voice fails to reach you. You also feel another thing. There is a warmth around your arms, as though sunlight bears down upon them in the cool hallway. The warmth also touches your cheek, as though a cheek rests upon yours. As you feel it, your tears pause a moment, as you pay attention to your surroundings. "It's ok... I'm here….with you from now on… protect you from the worst of it." As your emotions calm, you can hear her more clearly, which serves to make you more calm. As she rubs your face with hers again, you think you can begin to see a shimmering form, like a being made of light. The touch starts to feel more real, and it gives you the feeling that you’re not alone.

"Good. I think you can hear me now. I know this is hard, but you must go down this hallway. You're not safe here, our bond is still tenuous. There should be a room near here where you will be safe. Don't worry about the magic that kept you locked in place here, I'll protect you from it's effect. Now, I know it must be hard, but I need you to stand up. I need you to be strong for me."

She continues to talk with you, until your emotions are nearly steady. You feel her touch as she urges you up and soon you struggle to your feet. The scraps of cloth that had clung to you fall away, leaving you naked. Even your shoes had been torn to shreds by the bite of the evil masked man's whip. Your hands cover yourself, holding your breasts against yourself, your other arm trying to cover the place between your thighs. You feel the warm hand on your back, urging you forward. And after steeling yourself, you begin to walk.