The Pyramid of Lust (Okawari x -NekoUke-)

[Okawari]

The steady clack of keyboard keys, the quiet humming of computer fans, and the soft light of a monitor had been Futaba's only company for the past several days. Shut in her dark room, she'd been working with fervent purpose even since she'd made a break in her mother's research. Her attempts to recreate the metaverse app had all failed thus far, but this one was different. This time, as her finger hovered over the little icon on her cellphone, she knew it would work.

And it did.

The world around her seemed to melt away, blurring into a kaleidoscope of blobby shapes and colors, the dark confines of her room morphing into something new. Something that she may not have been expecting.

She's in a tomb, one of her own making. The imposing walls of the pyramid that surround her are made of yellowed granite, all inscribed with hieroglyphics. Between the markings mostly made up of binary code we can see inscribed images, each one more graphic than the last. Each one depicts a different sexual activity, and amidst the debauchery she can see images of herself, her fellow phantom thieves, and other less familiar faces. Each are reproduced in painstaking detail, lewd tableau's that stretch as far as the eye can see.

She can see also, as she turns and stands from the chair that disappears a moment later, that she's in a throne room. There's an ornate stone seat nearby, and upon it rests the ruler of this domain: Futaba herself. Or, rather, the cognitive version she thought she rid herself of long ago.

The pharaoh's golden eyes gleam from behind her large round glasses as a wicked smile cuts across her lips. She's dressed in gleaming golden bracelets and a diaphanous, semi-transparent skirt. He chest is bare, and a golden circlet rests in her orange hair. She cuts the figure of a ruler, confident and sensual, and already prepared to receive her guest.

"I see you've finally arrived." Her distorted voice calls across the space between them. "I've been waiting for. Welcome...to our Pyramid of Lust."

 

[-NekoUke-]

A few years had passed since the change of hearts incidents that not only had a profound effect on Japanese society but on those who were involved within the Phantom Thieves group such as the now 18 year old Futaba Sakura. The navigation and tech specialist of said group that; while she still retained her more introverted mannerisms had become more outgoing, willing to thrust herself into crowds than shy away. Though still there was a part of her that felt a little unsatisfied, knowing that despite the hard fought battles she and the rest of her friends endured, there would always be injustice. With the Meta-Nav gone, there would be no means for them to punish the most vile and wicked of society.

Or so she thought.

She had indeed been hard at work on her own version of the app. Using what knowledge she had of the old version as well as her mothers research into Cognitive Psience. Every prior attempt would fail to replicate the enigmatic app until the moment she had pressed the phones icon which, to her surprise would thrust her into the little piece of the metaverse she decided would be her testing ground for her purposes. Her own palace.

Normally, it would not have worked. She had a persona, and her palace had collapsed. The idea behind what she was hoping for was that it not only would it give her and her friends a way into the Metaverse but to come and go from past palaces at leisure. Sort of like a training ground without relying on mementos. Something would seem off however. Did she make a miscalculation? The first images she would see among the technobabble she was familiar with would be that of some rather lewd imagery. She was no stranger to such things of course but it was still a shock to her; even if the contents of a few of the hieroglyphs would come as no surprise. Makoto face sitting a shadow 'slave' while Ann was in the same pose as her Persona, Carmen. The most shocking among them was a faint hint of a mummification scene with not just herself all wrapped up but her own Shadow toying with her.

Speaking of her Shadow, that's exactly who would greet her. Her voice sounding slightly seductive to her ears, welcoming the woman to the so called Pyramid of Lust. Why was she back? And on top of that, she seemed...different to the one she had first encountered all those years ago.

"I've finally arrived? So you've been expecting me?" Futaba said, not believing she was staring down her Shadow once more. "Why are you here? And what's with the pictures?" They were better than the sorrowful and haunting pieces that decorated the Palace back then but she was still confused by them. Was this how she saw her friends? Was it what they desired? She had no clue, only her Shadow could answer that she supposed.

 

[Okawari]

The woman on the throne shifted, crossing one leg imperiously over the other as her real self peppered her with questions. Her wicked smile remained, only growing with Futaba's confusion at her situation.

"You should know," She replies easily, "These are your perverted desires, after all." She laughed, a seductive trill that echoed through the throne room. "Don't pretend you don't know all those dirty thoughts in your head. Or maybe–I have to show you?" She raised a finger imperiously, crooking it toward her other self.

The air around Futaba rippled as several masses of darkness formed around her. Four Shadows, elongated humanoid shapes with masks, take shape around the orange-haired girl. They grasped at her, grabbing her arms and pinning them to her sides. A granite slab rose in front of the throne, a table that they drug her to and pinned her down on. Their grips were like iron, holding her firm and helpless.

And then they began their work, wrapping and coiling her up in bandages, mummifying her like the pharaohs of old. The bindings were tight, pinning her arms to her sides, leaving only her most private parts exposed to the air.

The Queen of Lust merely laughed with delight from her throne, watching it all unfold with her wicked smile.

 

[-NekoUke-]

The confusion the real Futaba exclaimed with her current situation was understandable given the circumstances. This was supposed to be her hearts world, so surely she figured no one but her would know her for who she really was. That is until her Shadow explained exactly why the images she witnessed were as perverted as they were. These were all of her lewd desires, things she kept secret from the others and yet indulged in every time she felt like it. Such material was easy to come by online after all and thus her Shadow and Palace took such a form. Something was wrong however. Rather than being a comforting presence, her Shadow was almost domineering. "Dirty thoughts? Yes these are fetishes I've researched but why do they involve my friends?"

Which only became more obvious when Futaba noticed the Shadow point directly at her, which caused what she assumed to be her minions to surround her before she knew what was happening. At first, they removed her clothing; leaving her bare and exposing how much the woman had grown in the chest area before their proper work would begin. She struggled, of course she did, but their grip was too strong.

"H-hey, get off, get off of me! Someone...help!" She cried out but to no avail. It wouldn't take long before she was indeed fully bound and mummified before the Pharaoh. Only her head, breasts, feet and pussy were left to breathe. While her mouth was tightly kept shut. She could wiggle a little bit, but she would find herself unable to move; not even able to roll as she lay completely helpless and at the Pharaoh's mercy.

Futaba began to regret coming here alone, wishing she had told her friends.