Chapter 2: Abyss Collector #002. Joints of the Mannequins and the Beast's Knot
Over the rough fabric, the sound of flesh scraping sounded unnaturally loud. In the darkness where vision was blocked, hearing had become abnormally sensitive for survival.
The friction of carpet fibers tearing through burned skin. The vise-like grip around her ankle, radiating no warmth at all. And the desperate, animalistic panting that spilled from her own mouth.
“Hic… ugh… No, no…”
Na-bi instinctively raised her nails to claw at the floor. But the expensive carpet beneath the marble simply flicked them away with mocking indifference. Blood droplets seeped between her broken nails and traced long, thin paths across the surface.
Far away, the pale fluorescent lights of the convenience store at the entrance to the lobby had become a distant speck. The only civilization, the only safe zone, was vanishing from sight. Na-bi felt the instinctive certainty that she had long since left the realm of humans behind.
Once the darkness swallowed her entire body, the mechanical noises she had been waiting for rushed into her ears.
—Click. Tick. Click.
The joints of the mannequins snapped with a sickening crack. Dry, repulsive sounds of plastic rubbing together.
“…It’s here.” “…New parts.” “…It’s warm. It hasn’t hardened yet.”
Blurred silhouettes rose from the darkness. Smooth, egg-shaped faces with all features erased. Limbs stretched to inhuman lengths, ignoring human proportions. The Mannequin Legion had arrived.
They approached Na-bi with the jerky, broken movements of broken machines. Some had arms twisted behind their backs, others dragged themselves along the floor with one leg missing. But their purpose was the same.
—Snap. Grab.
“Kyaaak!”
Dozens of cold hands covered Na-bi’s naked body. It was not pleasure. It was the precise touch of a mechanic selecting usable parts from a car before dismantling it in a junkyard.
Hard plastic fingers dug into soft flesh. The tender skin of her inner thighs was pinched and twisted. Someone yanked at her dangling right arm with curious curiosity.
“Aaaah! It hurts! It hurts! Let go!”
Na-bi screamed and thrashed, but they did not stop.
“…This joint is weak.” “…Too loose. Must tear it out and replace it.” “…There’s a hole. Checking.”
Their language was dry. Then, something cold and foreign pushed between her legs.
Na-bi’s body stiffened in terror. One mannequin forced her legs apart to either side. The sound of ligaments snapping one by one as her hip joint was stretched to its limit.
Between those legs, another mannequin crawled in on all fours. Where its groin should have been was a crudely carved plastic rod, grotesque and unnatural. Like a failed injection-molded product, the surface was rough with sharp spines.
“No… I don’t want… don’t…”
Na-bi shook her head and tried to pull her hips away. But other mannequins behind her pinned her shoulders and hair to the floor.
—Puuuk.
“Haa…!!!!!”
No scream escaped her. A rough, dry plastic mass forced its way into her mouth without any lubricant. The horrific pain of soft mucous membranes being rubbed raw. The sensation of her inner walls being scraped and torn traveled up her spine and into her brain.
“Kuuu… ugh…”
It showed no sign of knowing what pistoning was. It simply rammed the rod deeper, filling the empty space with brute force. The pressure of thick, hard filth filling her deepest depths. Tears streamed down Na-bi’s pained eyes and soaked her ears.
Her immortal body. The trait of Indomitable did not allow her to die or faint. Instead, it sharpened every sensation, making the tearing pain feel crystal clear under a microscope.
Then.
—Sniff. Sniff.
The air changed. The repulsive plastic and dust scents were suddenly overpowered by a thick, musky smell of blood. And the hot breath of a beast.
The mannequins’ movements froze. The cold hands exploring Na-bi’s body hesitated.
Red eyes flashed in the darkness. A giant dog with its skin peeled off, exposing raw red muscle fibers and glowing red eyes. The Skinless Hound.
—Krrroo…
It was starving. But it was not hunger. Its bulging eyes were fixed on the place between Na-bi’s spread legs, where the plastic rod had torn and bled.
“…Move.” “…It’s mine.” “…It’s a part.”
The mannequins creaked into defensive positions. But the hound had no patience for waiting.
—Bang!
The hound leaped onto Na-bi’s body. Its heavy 60-kilogram biological weight crushed her belly and chest. Her ribs screamed in protest.
The mannequin riding on top of Na-bi was flung away. But the others still gripping her legs refused to let go.
The hound dripped hot saliva onto Na-bi’s face and snarled. Instinctively, it began to thrust its hips to find its place. The red weapon protruding from between its legs was incomparably larger than anything human, thick and rigid like a bone, a dagger-like penis.
“A… aaah…!”
Na-bi understood. The plastic rod from before had been a toy. This thing would split her body in half. The primal terror of it.
—Thud. Squish.
There was no foreplay. The hound thrust its hips forward without hesitation, aiming at the already stretched and torn entrance forced open by the mannequins.
—Puuuuk!
“Kuaaaaaak!!!!!!”
Na-bi’s upper body arched like a bow. The sensation of the sharp tip piercing deep into her organs. Her cervix was forced open, and the pressure of her internal organs being pushed upward felt like being stabbed in the lungs.
It buried itself to the root in one thrust. Then it stopped.
—Thump. Thump. Pulsing.
The true hell began now. The bulbous gland at the base of the hound’s penis, resting over her entrance, began to throb.
Na-bi’s eyes rolled back. Something swelled inside her belly. Her skin was stretched to the limit, and her pelvic bones cracked with a sound like wood splintering.
“Pull… pull it out…! It’s going to burst… my belly’s going to burst…!”
Na-bi struggled to push the hound’s chest away. But it did not move. Instead, its penis swelled to the size of a fist inside her and locked perfectly inside her pelvic bones.
Knotting. The unique mating method of canine animals. A biological lock that prevents the female from escaping until the male finishes.
—Viewt! Viewrrrooorrk!
“Huuuugh…!”
The hound’s body convulsed as it began to expel hot liquid. It felt like a high-pressure hose had been jammed into her belly. Her lower abdomen visibly swelled. Gurgle, gurgle. Every spurt of semen made her belly ripple like waves.
Then.
“…Give it back.” “…It’s my part.”
The mannequins, robbed of their toy, raged. They could no longer watch the hound mounting Na-bi and lunged forward.
—Grab! Squeeze!
Two of them seized her arms and yanked. Two others grabbed her ankles and dragged her.
“Aaaah! It’s tearing… it’s tearing…!”
Na-bi’s body was stretched taut. Above, the mannequins pulled at her arms. Below, the hound held firm with its knot locked in place.
The hound went wild when its mating was interrupted. But its body was firmly “knotted” to Na-bi. It turned its head on top of her and bit the arm of the mannequin touching its rear.
—Kwa-jik! Wooduk!
“Kieeeeeek!”
With the sound of plastic shattering, the mannequin’s arm was torn off. The lobby instantly became a battlefield. The mannequins swarmed and beat at the hound’s back, scratching it. The hound, meanwhile, only turned its upper body to bite and kill the ones trying to pull it off, its penis still buried inside Na-bi.
—Thwack. Bang.
Every time the hound thrashed, Na-bi’s entire uterus was shaken. The agony felt like her organs were being ripped out by the root. Na-bi foamed at the mouth and rolled her eyes back.
‘I want to live…’
Amid the chaos, a single instinct flashed through Na-bi’s fading consciousness. They were fighting each other. This was the only chance.
Na-bi braced her trembling left arm on the floor. She had no strength to stand. She could not run. But she could crawl.
She bent her fingers like hooks and pressed them into the carpet. Then she pulled her upper body forward.
—Squelch. Kuuuung.
It was heavy. The 60-kilogram beast hanging from her back. And the hound’s penis that would not come out while still filling her belly.
Every time Na-bi crawled forward, the hound, distracted by biting mannequins, was dragged along. The connection point was stretched taut.
“Huuuugh… ugh…”
Her lower belly felt like it would tear. Every time the hound moved, the swollen bulbous gland scraped and twisted against her cervix. At the joining point, foam mixed with blood and semen bubbled.
But stopping would only return them to the mannequins’ disassembly table. Na-bi bit her lip until it bled and kept crawling forward.
One inch. Another inch.
Behind her, the sound of the hound crushing a mannequin’s head echoed. It did not know where it was being dragged. It was only focused on killing the enemy in front of it, as if it had forgotten that its “penis” was now tied to Na-bi as a means of transport.
Na-bi crawled across the lobby’s darkness like a worm, the beast still lodged inside her belly. Far away, the glass of the revolving door was faintly visible. That was the only light.
Rubbing her tear- and snot-stained face against the floor, she muttered.
“I have to go… kuuung… I have to…”