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>>7619320
Knowing my climax was seconds away, I tried to pull out, to get away in any way possible. She must've known, even planned for my attempt at escape, because she waited until I had almost gotten myself all the way out, and then her hips clamped down on my tip so hard that I could've sworn she had grown a set of teeth down there. I came, cum pouring into her, and I had never felt so disgusted in my life. It felt like I had been raped.

I woke up, got dressed, went to work, came home, and I STILL feel like shit. I loathe going to sleep tonight, I'm thinking about pulling an all nighter, just to get out of it. I don't want to face her again, I don't want to be violated like that.

THE END!
As a postscript, there have been several more incidents in my dreams involving Satori, but nothing in the rape department. She tends to just impose her presence in my mind, constantly hovering off in the distance, watching, waiting. It can turn even the happiest of dreams into an anxious, highly unnerving affair. I suspect she's merely a manifestation of my subconscious or some psychological bullshit that stems from my touhou addiction.