The Doll in the Gallery & Public Evaluation
The soft click of high heels echoed across the quiet marble floor. It wasn't Na-bi's will driving her forward. The red velvet dress wrapped around her body sent electric signals through every muscle fiber, forcing her legs to move against her will.
"I... I don't want to... I won't go... Stop..."
She whimpered, straining her thighs to halt the movement. But the more she resisted, the wet mucus inside the dress sucked harder at her skin. It forced her spine to straighten and her shoulders to arch back, thrusting her chest forward, dressing her like a beast being led to the slaughterhouse, making her look as beautiful as possible.
The destination was the center of the main hall. Beneath the blinding crystal chandelier, a circular stage covered with red carpet awaited.
In the darkness, countless gazes could be felt. The mannequins from the lobby, the portraits with rolling eyes in frames, and the grotesque shadows with multiple limbs. They held their breath, waiting for the main dish of tonight to walk up on its own two feet.
As she ascended the stage, a powerful spotlight that couldn't be turned off blinded Na-bi.
"Ah...!"
The dress twisted her arms behind her back. Her chest was fully exposed, her ant-like waist cinched so tightly by the corset that her internal organs were being crushed. And between the torn skirt, her legs awkwardly spread, and the filth dripping between them, everything was laid bare.
"Dirty..." "Who was the first to use this?" "We need to clean it..." "It smells..."
Complaints mixed with murmurs came from the audience seats. At that moment, a man in a black tailcoat walked out from one side of the stage. The man wearing a camera lens instead of a head, the Curator of this Exhibition Hall.
-Click. Click.
The lens on the man's head adjusted, zooming in on Na-bi's lower body. The grotesque lump blocking her vaginal entrance, the hound's severed penis, was captured by the lens.
"Hmm. The hound's byproduct is lodged inside. Make it come out."
The Curator's voice was dry, like mechanical noise from an old speaker. He snapped his fingers in a white glove.
"Restoration work begins. Remove that grotesque thing and empty it out."
As his command fell, the white statue that was thought to be stage decoration began to move. A gypsum centaur with a smooth marble horse lower body and a muscular human upper body. With every movement, gypsum dust fell from the joints, revealing the red muscles inside.
-Thud. Thud.
The giant gypsum statue approached from behind Na-bi. Its hand—a cold stone lump—grabbed her butt.
"Hiiik?! It's cold! Don't!"
It grabbed her waist, making her bend over the display stand on the stage. Upper body lowered, hips raised high in a humiliating posture. The dress fixed her joints rigidly as if pleased with this pose.
"Extraction."
The centaur statue spread her legs wide to both sides. The bulbous thing stuck tightly in her vaginal entrance. It was already decayed, blackened, blocking the entrance completely.
The centaur statue didn't use tools. Its fingers—thick, rough stone fingers—targeted the fine gap between Na-bi's vaginal entrance and the bulb.
"No! There's no gap! Don't put it in!"
-Crack.
No mercy. The stone finger forced its way into the gap. The rough stone surface without lubricant scraped the delicate mucus like sandpaper. The vaginal entrance stretched beyond its limit and tore.
-Ziiijik. Squish.
"Aaaah! It's tearing! It's tearing my flesh!"
Na-bi gripped the corner of the display stand with her nails flipped up. The stone finger went deep, hooked onto the root of the bulb caught inside, and without hesitation, pulled back like reeling in a fishing line.
-Wooduk. Squish.
"Kuuugh! No! It's caught! It's caught on a bone! If I force it out...!"
The pain as if her entire uterus was being pulled out. The bulb was much larger than the vaginal entrance. Pulling it out forcibly was more violent than childbirth.
-Zezjeok!
The perineum couldn't hold and burst. The skin connecting to the anus was torn in one breath.
-Pong!!!
The dull sound like pulling a cork. But it wasn't champagne. The blood lump and semen that had been trapped and decaying in her belly during this time, and pieces of the torn inner wall, poured out like a waterfall.
-Htuduk. Cheolpeodeok.
The decaying hound penis fell to the floor. Her legs were spread wide enough for two fists to fit and were twitching. The feeling of emptiness inside, and the burning pain. The weakened vaginal walls protruded outward and flipped like a red flower.
"Huh... huh... Ah..."
Na-bi drooled and rolled her eyes. It should have been shock from excessive bleeding. But the Indomitable body kept her consciousness forcibly attached. It made her feel vividly the sensation of the torn perineum and the exposed inner wall touching the air.
"Cleaning complete. Now, start coloring."
The Curator's signal was cruel. No time to catch breath. The centaur statue behind her trembled. Cracks began to appear in the gypsum shell between the horse lower body and the back legs.
-Zek. Parsak.
As the gypsum fragments fell away, biological organs burst out from inside. Hot, twitching red flesh lumps attached to the cold stone body. Boasting length and thickness beyond human sanity, like a horse's. The tip was massively swollen like a mushroom, structured so it couldn't come out once entered.
-Pururu...
It exhaled hot breath on Na-bi's back. Na-bi instinctively tried to shrink, but the dress pressed her waist deeper, raising her hips. As if offering the newly emptied hole to the new owner.
"I... I don't want to... That's impossible... Die, I'm dying...!"
Na-bi shook her head and roared. The perineum was already torn more than 3 degrees. If something like that entered, the lower body would collapse.
But the centaur statue didn't stop. It aimed its huge phallus at the exposed vaginal entrance of Na-bi.
-Puk!
"......!!!!!"
No scream came out. The overwhelming mass filled and entered her belly. The pressure pushing her intestines up to her throat. The diaphragm was pressed, unable to breathe. It wasn't just filling the vaginal cavity. The rectum and bladder were being crushed and felt like they would burst.
-Zizgudeok. Zizgudeok.
The grotesque friction sound of stone and flesh colliding. It didn't move like a human piston. It just pushed Na-bi down with its overwhelming weight, pushing the phallus all the way to the deepest part, the cervix.
"Kuhek! Uuk! My belly...!"
Na-bi's lower belly ballooned up like a balloon. Due to the corset squeezing, the protruding belly was even more grotesquely emphasized. The taut abdominal skin became transparent, showing veins.
"Excellent. Look at that curve." "Durability test passed."
The audience cheered. The camera shutter clicked non-stop. Na-bi's brain was broadcast from various angles the sight of herself being violated by the beast. Her self was shattered. I am not human. I am just a hole-pierced leather doll.
At that moment, the horse centaur statue trembled. The sign of ejaculation.
"No! Don't cum! Nooooo!"
Na-bi grabbed the stone legs of the centaur and resisted. She intuitively knew. This wasn't at the level of receiving semen. The dam was breaking.
-Kuwooong.
But it had no mercy. The horse's ejaculation amount was dozens of times that of a human. Like a high-pressure pump bursting, hot sticky mucus poured into Na-bi's womb.
-Byururureuk! Kwaaang!
"Kuuuugh!!!!"
Na-bi's vision flashed white. It was the limit. The weakened uterine wall couldn't endure and screamed.
-Puduk.
A terrifying sound of something tearing from deep below the navel. Uterine rupture. The tough muscle pouch couldn't withstand the pressure and burst.
An enormous amount of semen and blood without a place to go poured into the abdominal cavity through the tear. The heterogeneous sensation of hot liquid spreading between cold organs. The terrifying unpleasant feeling of the small and large intestines being soaked in semen.
"Ah... kuuk... kulak!"
Blood bubbles burst from Na-bi's mouth. The belly swelled grotesquely like a pregnant woman, and skin everywhere burst, blood oozing out. The dress couldn't withstand the expansion and 'tududuk' sound, the seams tearing.
The intestines were contaminated, the lower body crushed. An injury that would have been fatal to a normal human. But the cursed heart didn't stop. She had to feel the pain of the foreign substances filling the abdominal cavity corroding the organs, the burning heat of the prelude to peritonitis.
-Juuruk.
The centaur statue retreated as if it had finished its business. From between Na-bi's legs, blood and semen flowed endlessly through the unclosed hole, soaking the stage.
"Ah... aaah..."
Na-bi stared at the chandelier on the ceiling with unfocused eyes. It was too bright. Her misery was being displayed too transparently.
The Curator approached, adjusting the camera lens. He patted the blood-soaked belly of Na-bi with satisfaction.
"The main event is over. It's completely filled inside."
"Now... shall we start the auction?"
"Who wants the ownership of this sturdy, fully stuffed toy?"
Hundreds of hands went up. Mannequins, monsters, and the weird ones in the darkness. All stared at the broken doll with greedy eyes.
Na-bi wanted to close her eyes, but the gazes from the frames forcibly woke her brain. This hell... was not over yet.