The Perils of Mind Reading
At first, you felt pretty smug walking into that room as Satori, with your fancy new third eye. You didn't know what the hell was going on, but it seemed the whole Chinese Girl thread had wound up in one place, and by some twist of fate, you had been the first one to be turned. You hadn't been given a choice but it wasn't so bad, Satori had an 11/10 ability after all! When you saw your fellow anons again you expected shock, excitement, some anxiety, but never the overwhelming tidal wave of raw thoughts that slammed into you when you announced yourself. You hoped Satori had some way of handling the thoughts of many people at once, but if she did, you lacked it.
One Anon was fantasizing about ripping your clothes off and pinning you down right there, in front of everyone. Another was dreaming of plowing you in a full nelson until you cried for mercy and your legs thrashed uselessly in his grip. A particularly loud mind wondered “would this Satori raise a rape baby like a loving mother?” as he thought of force-feeding you fertility drugs before the inevitable mating press.
It wasn't just words either, your new third eye forced you to experience the products of their imaginations as well. You watched yourself in another Anon's fantasy, choked until thick tears ran down your face. Even an Anon that wanted to be a nameless fairy thought happily of shoving a ring gag in your mouth and keeping you under a desk to be used for relief like a piece of furniture.
Suddenly wracked with fear, you pull away and try to find the focus to make up some excuse that will get you out of there, but the closest Anon grabs your arm.
“Hang on, at least tell us how you did it! Can you retrace your steps before it happened?”
Your entire body trembled in terror, but the arm he held didn't budge an inch. Why were you so weak? Weren't Youkai stronger than humans? Words were impossible to get out, you looked to the crowd and to your increasing panic, plainly saw that if any of them gave in to their desires, not a single one was going to help you.
Everyone noticed quickly that you had tried and failed to pull away, and their fantasies grew more intense with the realization of your vulnerability. An Anon you hadn't focused on until now imagined manhandling you around his house, looking for new places to bend you over. Multiple members of the crowd thought of how they wanted to lock you beneath them in a prone bone position so they could feel you struggle with all your might, and still fail to get away. One ryona enthusiast in the crowd wanted to punch you in the stomach as hard as he could, and lick the tears off your face while you writhed in pain. Everything was too much, your third eye sent every thought and fantasy and instance of psychotic cute aggression to your mind before you could mentally recover from the last wave. With the exception of one Anon in the back that didn't seem to be thinking about much of anything, everyone in that room wanted to do something scary to you.
You fall to your knees, using the arm still held by that surprised Anon that grabbed it to keep yourself upright. You barely hear the “whoa, are you alright?” that he said out loud, the daydream he was having about molesting you on a train was too distracting. Words finally come back, you look your fellow /jp/sie straight in the eye and appeal to his compassion and humanity by desperately asking
“P-P-Please let me go”
as well as you can through the panic. You can see exactly how the crowd's perception of you changes, how nearly all of them see you as a scared, weak little fawn looking down the barrel of a hunter's gun. It might have been the worst thing you could have said.
The inhibitions holding them back from assaulting you right that instant became paper thin. You watched as one formulated what his lust-addled mind considered a 'cunning plan' and walked forward in false concern. While your words failed you again, he reached his hands around your torso to pull you up, 'accidentally' copping a feel of your chest and running a finger across your nipple through the clothing. It was impossible to stop yourself from gasping, you knew he wanted to do so much more. You bet this one probably crossposted all the time on the Boobhu thread, his heart was full to bursting with desire focused on your chest, even though it was hardly any larger than what you would call Satori's canon bust size.
Being caught up in your own thoughts cost you dearly, though. Gasping and failing to object to what was so clearly a grope finally shattered the dam, and the front wave of Anons around you surged forward. A dozen hands grabbed at your clothing, ripping apart the pink skirt and tearing the buttons off the blue shirt you had found yourself in when you became Satori. You cried out, terrified as half a dozen Anons crowded around, feeling up every part of you while their minds conjured forth all the things they wanted to do to you in extreme detail for you to vicariously experience before the real thing. There was nothing you could do but endure it now.
An Anon steals away your first kiss with Satori's body, reaching a hand behind your head and shoving his tongue past your lips. The Anon closest to your crotch clumsily positions himself at your entrance and thrusts with all his might, ripping away the hymen you just got a few minutes ago, the muffled cry of pain only spurs them on further. You feel an ache in your thigh, and look down past the Anon occupying your mouth to see the one plunged inside you pulling your leg up towards your chest by the back of your knee, trying to emulate the classic mating press pose, the Anon that planned on going next helped by pulling up your other leg and holding it in place.
Your mind feels like a ship in a storm, every part of your body is stimulated without rest by Anons desperate to lay their hands on Satori Komeiji, and your third eye can't help but take in their increasingly depraved fantasies. You try to control the cords connecting your third eye to your body in the hopes you can turn it inwards and take in less information by pushing it into your chest, but a particularly cruel Anon notices the motion and grabs the back of it to point it outwards again. The Anon on top of you cums with a deep shuddering groan, and you drown in shame as the feeling of warmth radiates from where your womb must be.
As much as you didn't want to believe it, a line was forming in front of you, and when he finally pulls out, another enters you so quickly that you can't even escape the mating press position. The only reprieve you get is when your mouth is finally freed, it seemed nobody was willing to go for a kiss when another Anon's saliva was still in your throat, and the position you were held in was hardly suitable for a blowjob. Most had their eyes on another hole anyways.
Suddenly the back of the room was filled with a disorienting flash of light centered around the one thoughtless Anon you had noticed earlier, and the Anons closest to the flash erupted with excitement as it dimmed. Fantasies about Koishi (could you say your sister now?) started to replace or join the ones about you. One of the larger Anons approaches next and wastes no time, sliding into you with less resistance thanks to the lubrication provided by the first two, causing you to yelp in surprise and pain when the cervix you still aren't used to having is knocked against. This mating press was more violent, as the Anon goes for long, fast thrusts to try and force more noises out of you, you can see in his mind how much he loves hearing the sounds of your distress.
A group walks to your side of the room, laying something beside you with a soft “plop”. To your surprise you find Koishi lying there with torn clothes that mirror your own, watching the Anon above her pull her legs into a mating press position with a blank look on her face, as if she has no idea how much danger she's in. It's no wonder you didn't notice her earlier, true to the character, your third eye gets nothing from her at all. Couldn't be the actual Koishi though, the rack on this one was absolutely ridiculous. Your chest size didn't change all that much, but what would you even call what Koishinon had ended up with? A P-Cup?
The mind of the Anon buried in you focuses hard on the image of how you would look 9 months pregnant, and cums as deep as he can. While the man catches his breath, still on top of you, Koishinon reaches out and takes your hand. You blink away the fresh batch of tears to see she's already being pressed in imitation of the position you've been locked into, but she smiles as if nothing is wrong.
“Hey siiiiis! Doesn't this feel weird? It's kinda fun though!”
she says, as if she was casually talking about getting a massage, even as the Anon having his way with her groped one of her breasts firmly enough for his hand to sink into it.
Before you could figure out what you should call Koishinon (maybe just Koishi, there didn't seem to be anything left of the original person), the Anon on top of you pulled out, and another moved forward. The next Anon was the most nervous so far, his hands shook as much as yours did before you got pounced on. He fumbled with the zipper on his pants while the crowd behind him grumbled about the wait and another flash of light came over the room, centered just in front of you this time. You finally had enough time to straighten your legs again, easing the pain in your legs while you and the crowd waited to see which 2hu was about to pop up in front of them. Where the Anon had stood, now there was only a generic fairy, holding a sunflower where his manhood rested before.
“You've gotta be fucking kidding me! I couldn't have five more minutes?? This is bullshit! What kind of timing is this?!”
the newly minted fairy screamed indignantly, it was downright strange hearing that kind of language being spoken in such a cute voice.
“Did somebody use a monkey's paw to make this happen, what the fu-UUAAAA”
fairynon was interrupted when an Anon grabbed him, running to another corner of the room while he shoved a hand under the fairy's dress, yelling “DIBS” before vanishing from your line of sight.
Your break didn't last long, the grasping hands didn't give you much of one anyways. The next Anon to take the initiative pushed through the rest and got behind you, heaving you into the air with an ease that reminded you of the apparent difference in strength. Your hand separated from Koishinon's, you heard her say
“awww, seeya later then sis~”.
His arms wrapped themselves around the back of your knees again in a full nelson this time, displaying you to the crowd. You knew perfectly well he was going to do it, you saw his preferences and the fetish he had for showing off long before he approached, but the greater view of the crowd really made you shudder.
The hands came back, jockeying to pinch your nipples, or feel up your legs. For the first time, one of them found your clitoris and forced a meek whimper out of you as you were forced to experience another new sensation, far too intense to be comfortable paired with being locked in a full nelson in front of what seemed like half of /jp/.
You could see everyone from here, nearly all of them were focused on you besides the line in front of Koishinon, and the cluster of fairycons crowded around one of the corners. The quantity and intensity of the fantasies involving you increased before your eyes. Someone wanted to force you to cum for hours with machines until you reached your physical limit. Another Anon was trying to hatch up a plan to pay Patchouli to teach him hypnotism so he could turn you into a willing sex slave, and force you into prostitution when he got bored of you. Someone wanted to knock you up and keep you captive for months, so he could have a front row seat when you were forced to experience the miracle of birth. It felt like you had ended up at the very bottom of the social hierarchy, and everyone saw you as a toy.
Your mind and body were both being violated. They all wanted you so incredibly badly, their hearts let go of morality, ethics and social norms just for a chance. If things carried on like this, they were all going to take you by force, and there was absolutely nothing you could do to stop the-
you let out a loud moan, and your legs start shaking in the Anon's arms as you experience your first orgasm in Satori's body. You were never sure female orgasms were even real, but you probably would have arched your back if you had the room to, the groans and heavy breaths kept coming as you squirted all over your rapist in front of an audience. The intense shame, fear, and euphoria warred for your attention as your eyes glazed over . . and there was something else too. Your own sensations and the desire around you seeped into your soul, it felt as though you could feel yourself being tainted in a way you've never felt before. It might have been something that could only happen to a Youkai.
Another flash of light snapped you out of it, and the sadist that had pointed your third eye at the crowd earlier vanished, replaced by a perfect replica of Seiga Kaku. This time was frightening compared to the rest, the influence that being 2hufied had on an Anon appeared to vary dramatically, and this time you could see the malice and perversion infiltrate Seiganon's heart in real time. A wry smile fell over Seiganon's face as he calmly removed his new hairpin and approached the nearest wall.
“Gentlemen, if I could have your attention please? If you still have it, the time remaining to get rid of your male virginity seems to be depleting rapidly, so be sure not to miss your chance~”
she said gleefully. The next moment, she had slipped through the wall, leaving the remaining Anons suddenly even more desperate than before.
The next Anon in line ran up to you, still stuck in the full nelson, and yelled at the Anon holding you up to turn you around. A few moments later you clung to him for dear life as your ass was penetrated, and the lubrication provided by the other Anon's precum was not nearly enough to avoid the pain. There was another feeling too though, a shameful excitement that pierced your heart and warped your thinking even as you tried to resist.
The day devolved into a pattern of being fucked in every position you could think of, usually by two Anons at once, interrupted occasionally by a flash that signaled one less Anon and one more Anonhu. Soon they were everywhere: mobs, named characters, even a couple the fandom named like Tokiko. Sometimes they fully retained their minds, sometimes they were barely any different from the original. By the time the end was in sight and it seemed your bloated womb had finally seen all the abuse it would have to experience that day, most of the Anons had become 2hus and left freely. With the exception of the fairynons, the remaining Anons were too hesitant to test their strength after Yuukanon gave one a broken arm for his trouble.
Being a terrifying Youkai didn't mean a thing on its own. Being able to read minds wasn't so great when everyone you interacted with wanted to rape you, it was obvious why the original Satori lived underground. You should probably head down there yourself sometime soon. With the ordeal finally over, you use your last bit of energy to squeeze down on your bulging uterus, squeezing out a wave of thick, compacted semen with one last exhausted groan. You stand up on wobbling legs you can barely feel, and Koishinon moves to follow you. She happily walks at your pace, humming a tune you vaguely recognize but can't name while she helps you stay upright. You note she still seems to have most of her energy, even her mood is fully intact. The power of an EX boss is incredible.
A couple weeks later, you've settled in pretty well. You would still make your way to Old Hell at some point to seek shelter in Chireiden, make contact with your fellow Satori and hopefully get a room in exchange for helping with some of the housework or petcare or something. You'd find Koishinon again and set off to arrange long term living arrangements any day. For now though, you were getting the lay of the land, and having some fun in the Human Village with your new, hopelessly corrupted tastes. You read the hearts of passersby from your seat on a bench at one of the village's main roads in a basic disguise, taking note of the thoughts aimed at you.
“That one was too vanilla . . that one has too many weird fetishes. Eugh, guro fan, hell no.” You sifted through the sexual fantasies of strangers, villagers, outsiders, youkai, and /jp/sie transplants alike until you found one that made a passing grade. “. . Ooh. That one!” You find your mark, a young man in his 20s with the perfect tastes, not too extreme but certainly not delicate either, and you saw he was already daydreaming about a secluded alleyway he wanted to drag you off to. You approached him and put on a facade of naivety, doing your best to look overwhelmed and worried.
“Excuse me sir? I heard there was a really amazing ramen shop that opened this week, but I can't find it anywhere! Do you know where it is?”
The main straightened up immediately, his breath quickened as he tried to figure out if this was a youkai trick or a gift from heaven, but his lust defeated his reason, like it usually does.
“. . I think I know the one you're talking about. I'd be happy to help you, miss!”
You clung to him with a smile, and exclaimed “oh thank goodness! I'm so lucky to have found somebody kind.” His breath hitched, and he started leading you to the alley he was planning on using to have his way with you. You knew the pang of guilt he felt at deceiving somebody so “innocent” would just excite him more later anyways.