Satori was an easier target than she realized. Relying on her mind-reading ability, she often let her guard down in situations where a normal girl would be very alert. This is how you were able to make your move. Walking home from the shopping district of Old Hell, Satori took a shortcut through a dark alleyway. You followed. Having spent years training under the Buddhists for this very moment, you were able to make your mind completely devoid of all thoughts.

You pounce, grabbing her torso and covering her mouth from behind. She lets out a yelp and manages to free herself for a moment, ripping her clothes in the struggle, and almost long enough to scream. Almost long enough to cry for help. Before she can, you cover her mouth again and use your body to pin her to the wall. The hard brick rubs like sandpaper on Satori's soft face. Her eyes wide, and screaming through your hand, she starts thrashing around, trying to break free again.

Shut up bitch. You grab the back of her short, pink hair and smash her skull hard into the wall. She's resisting less now, reeling from the pain. You probably just gave her a concussion. Regardless, you continue, unzipping your fly and unleashing your throbbing member. Satori gasps as she feels it brush against her thigh, and struggles desperately against your overpowering male strength. No use. Even for a girl, Satori is weak. Lifting up her skirt, you feel up her soft, plump buttocks.

Actually touching the thing you've fantasized about for so many years makes you salivate. The drool falls from your mouth and onto her dress. You push her bright pink panties aside and slip your erect cock into her tight princess place. Satori is screaming now, as much as she can scream with her mouth closed. She tries to pull away, to escape. Maybe she could run away with at least some of her dignity intact. She couldn't. She knows she couldn't. You begin vigorously thrusting into her, breaking her hymen in the process. Her body goes limp; she is no longer resisting. Satori has accepted her fate, and can only hope that it goes quickly. Tears trickle down from her eyes.

Now without resistance, you fuck her like a rabid animal. Every time you slam your cock into her, pure euphoria shoots from the tip of your dick, down the base, and into your body. You fuck her so hard that even though Satori had resigned herself to her fate, she couldn't help but let out noise. You have admired Satori for so long. She was perfect in every way. Her face was soft and ladylike. Her hair was cute and girly. Her ass was round and shapely. Her breasts were just the right size: not too large, not too small. Seeing her always made your heart flutter, but she was so distant. Like a ghost, you could see, but not touch. Now though, she was all yours. The girl you so desperately longed for is now under your complete control. Now was the chance to show her how you feel!

Reaching orgasm, you fill Satori's womb with your dirty semen. Hopefully you've impregnated her. Hopefully she can spend the rest of her life with a living reminder of what happened here today. Every time she looks at her baby, she'll think of you. You release her from your grasp. Even though her mouth isn't covered anymore, she doesn't scream. She just stands there, still pressed against the wall, completely motionless. Maybe she's in shock. Doesn't matter now. Dick in hand, you escape into the night.

Epilogue:

"Satori-sama! Lunch is ready!" Orin knocks on the door, to no reply.

Her cheerful face dissolves into a meeker countenance. Slowly opening the door reveals Satori's room. Usually kept clean, the room has become a pigsty. Dirty dishes and glasses lie stacked up on tables, and clothes were strewn about the floor. Though it is noon, the curtains are still drawn. Satori has not gotten out of bed again today. She lies on her side, staring at the wall. As Orin comes in, she turns to greet her, forcing a weak smile.

"Oh, Orin. Thank you for the lunch, but I'm not hungry."

Orin pouts. "Please eat, Satori-sama. I worry about you not eating."

"You don't need to worry about me, I'm fine." Satori says, sitting up.

"Did you take your pills?"

Satori nods. Dr. Yagokoro said that they are an important part of her recovery, but no matter how many she takes, she doesn't feel any better. The memories don't go away. They're all she can think about. When she sleeps, when she wakes up, when she goes about her day, that man follows her. She is trapped; reminded of him no matter what she does. She is reminded of the pain and the fear, but most of all, the helplessness. She was so powerless, unable to resist it. The walls were closing in on her. She had to fight back, but she couldn't.

"S-satori-sama! Are you alright?!" Satori had been hyperventilating. Orin puts down the tray of food and rushes to Satori's bedside. "Please talk to me, Satori-sama! I know I can't understand, but please talk to me!" Satori does nothing but cry.

It had been two months. The Palace of the Earth Spirits had tried to keep the incident a secret for Satori's sake, but information spreads quickly in Gensokyo. From all across Old Hell and beyond, visitors came to the Palace of the Earth Spirits to express their sympathy. Even the Hakurei shrine maiden paid a visit. Satori wouldn't see a single one of them, however, as she had become insular and deeply distrustful of all but her family. So instead, the visitors left gifts: cards, flowers, and the occassional bottle of sake. They swore vengeance against the man who raped her, and a massive manhunt was undertaken. Still, the unidentified man was never caught.

In her mind, Satori never left the alleyway.