Only a Reflection

“This is… kinda creepy,” Evan admitted.

Dana punched him in the shoulder. “I spent a holy shit amount of money on your anniversary present, and all I get is ‘kinda creepy’?! I still have the receipt, you know!”

Evan raised his hands in surrender. “Whoa, whoa, let’s not be hasty! I didn’t say I didn’t like it! It’s great and you are the best wife in the entire world and I can’t wait to try it, it’s just…” He scratched his head. “I mean, you’ve gotta admit that it’s a LITTLE creepy, right?”

Dana looked at the naked woman standing upright in the plastic case occupying their living room, her eyes closed. She had short red hair in a pixie cut that matched her delicate features, fair skin dotted with freckles, and a slim build. Dana also knew without looking that the woman had a birthmark on her butt, a mole on the back of her neck, and that her eyes would be green when they opened.

She knew the woman had all of that because, after all, so did Dana.

The redhead looked at her doppelgänger in the package and shrugged. “Yeah, a little, I guess. But making it look like me was the whole point! Unless you WANT to have sex with someone who isn’t your wife…”

“No, not what I’m saying!” Evan quickly protested. “But, like, how am I supposed to tell the two of you apart?”

Dana rolled her eyes. “Well, one of us is your wife and one is your new rape toy. I would hope the differences between us will be obvious, babe, and if not, I promise I will be VERY vocal about your mistake.”

She loved her husband, even if he was a little slow sometimes. And she didn’t mind that his kinks were decidedly sadistic. She’d just felt guilty all this time that she couldn’t properly satisfy them the way he happily did for all of her vanilla interests. They had tried roleplaying a few times, but it hadn’t gone well for either of them. The redhead hated playing a submissive role in anything, even if it was all pretend, while that make believe aspect clearly left Evan feeling unfulfilled.

That was why she’d been so excited when these new synthetic dolls appeared on the market. They looked human, felt human, even ACTED human. Training an AI off of someone’s brain was still very new technology, and there were all sorts of laws about who could use someone else’s mind and for what, but there were few restrictions about training an AI on yourself. Or rather, there had been, and then the trillionaires dreaming of immortality stepped in with bags of money.

The LifeDolls, as they were called, were clearly another step towards that goal. You could make one that not only looked like you, it had all of your memories and personality. Of course, everyone knew that despite boasts that it was among the most realistic and “genuine” AI ever created, it still wasn’t YOU, not in any meaningful sense, just an AI trained to act like you. No real consciousness, only a mindless computer program with good acting.

That left digital immortality still out of reach for now, but if you wanted a copy of yourself for other reasons, say so that your lovable goofball of a husband could finally get to rape his wife without actually raping his wife, you were golden. They weren’t TECHNICALLY intended for sex, but they had all the right equipment for it, and Dana couldn’t imagine no one had predicted putting one to this kind of use. It was just the high tech equivalent of selling vibrator wands as “back massagers” and leaving it to the consumer to put two and two together.

“Look, why don’t we turn it on?” Dana suggested. “I bet it feels less weird when it’s not reenacting Snow White in her casket.”

“Wait, was Snow White naked?” Evan asked.

“In the original? Probably. Bet she got gangbanged by all seven dwarves too. Come on.”

She opened the case, which was also supposed to double as the wireless charging station, and found the power button on its inside

The doll’s eyes flickered, opening to reveal a familiar shade of green. Her expression was still blank, her voice hesitant. “E… Evan…? Wh… what’s going on…?”

Then her eyes focused on Dana, and her expression sharpened. “What the FUCK, man?!” she snapped. “You not only found where I hid your present, you fucking turned it on?! And dressed it up like me?! Not fucking cool!”

“Holy shit,” Dana said quietly. “Is that really what my voice sounds like?”

“YOUR voice?” the doll said. “Oh, Evan, do not fucking tell me that thing tricked you into thinking it was me! You did not let the RAPE TOY convince you she was your wife!”

“See?!” Evan said, his eyes darting between the two redheads. “It’s already confusing!”

“No, it’s really not,” the doll said, waving a hand over herself. “I’m human, and she’s a bunch of circuits and shit that just looks human!”

Dana sighed. “Okay, look. This isn’t difficult to figure out. I’m standing here with you, like I have been the whole time, and she’s the naked robot still in her fucking case who we literally just watched turn on.”

The doll looked down at herself, and seemed to realize for the first time that she was naked. Her angry expression faltered. “But…” She shook her head. “No, this… it, it’s some kind of trick, I’m not…” She poked her arm. “I, I can’t be…”

“Yeah? What’s the last thing you remember?” Dana asked her.

“Sneaking out this morning to that tech place on 5th that does brain scans so I could…” Her eyes widened. “Shit…”

Dana clapped her hands and looked at her husband. “Mystery solved! Still having trouble telling the difference between a wife and a sex toy?”

“But… but this can’t be right,” the doll said. “Look, I, I get that I’m the…” She grimaced. “The sex toy, but… I’m still ME.” She looked at Evan. “I’m not some glorified chatbot, I’m your WIFE, I swear!”

“That’s exactly what the glorified chatbot is programmed to say,” Dana reminded her husband.

Evan backed away from both of them. “You know what? This doesn’t feel right. Danes. I’m sorry, it was a fantastic present and I am unbelievably grateful you did this for me, but I… even if it’s just a LifeDoll, I can’t hurt something that says it’s you.”

Dana grit her teeth. “But it’s NOT me. And it kinda fucking hurts that you can look at that thing and still think it is.”

“I don’t think she’s YOU you,” Evan protested. “But she-“

“It!” Dana interrupted. “It, not she!”

“Fine, but IT thinks it’s you, and that’s just a step too far for me.”

Why couldn’t he grasp that this doll wasn’t doing any actual thinking? It was like believing someone’s reflection was alive. It wasn’t that Dana really cared if her husband stuck his dick in the thing or not, but it was galling that he could look at it and really think it was anything like her. “I’m going to be right back,” she growled, and stomped towards the kitchen.

The doll flinched when she returned with a carving knife in her hand. It stepped out of its case and began to back away from her, its hands raised. “Look, um, me, let’s just, let’s fucking chill a minute and talk this out, okay? Like I said, I get it, I’m the fake and you’re the real one, but I’m telling you, I was- I mean, WE were wrong! I’m not just a mindless program, or at least I don’t feel like one! I feel like I’m the same person I’ve always been!”

“Shut. The fuck. Up.” Dana advanced on the doll.

It looked past her, at Evan. “Please don’t let her hurt me. Please, Evan, I love you. It’s ME in here, I swear to god it’s me, don’t-!”

Dana tackled it.

The doll tried to fight back, but Dana quickly pinned it down, and as soon as she stabbed the knife into its belly, it gave up resisting and just started screaming. She made the cuts with ruthless efficiency, then stood back up. “There,” she said to Evan. “You think you’ll have trouble telling us apart now?”

Her husband looked at the doll’s stomach, where she’d slashed the words RAPE TOY in large blocky letters.”Holy shit, Danes, how could you just…”

“Just what? Just play with your toy without asking? Come join me then.” She handed him the knife. “Here, hold this for me.”

The doll was sobbing and holding its belly, and didn’t fight back when Dana kicked it to make it roll over onto its stomach. She knelt next to it, stripped off her shirt, and began using it to bind the thing’s arms behind its back. It started to struggle again as it realized what she was doing, but she easily pinned it down with one knee.

“Please, Evan,” the doll begged, “don’t listen to her! I know you don’t want to do this, and you don’t have to! You don’t have to do anything to me!”

“Shut the fuck up!” Dana finished knotting the shirt around its wrists, and grabbed it by the hair, lifting its head up and then slamming it face first into the floor. “That’s my husband! You don’t fucking get to talk to MY husband!”

She smashed its face into the floor a few more times, then double checked the knots and rolled the doll over. Its nose was broken and bloody, and the thing whimpered as she sat down hard on its face. Dana leaned down, hooked her arms around the doll’s knees, and spread its legs. “Come on in, Evan, water’s warm.”

Evan put the knife down, his hands shaking. “I don’t know, Dana, I have a really bad feeling about this.”

Dana sighed. “Look. I get that this got weirder than either of us wanted. And I get that the doll maybe kinda says the same sorta stuff I would say in its shoes. But this is only gonna stay weird if we keep acting like this thing is a real person.” She wriggled her butt against the doll’s face, making it whimper in pain again. “Check it out: it can’t talk like this and pretend it’s me, right? Can’t even see its face now. It’s just a naked, tied up sex doll that you can do whatever you want with.”

She spread the doll’s legs further. “See that pussy? That cute little pussy right between its legs? We both know how tight it’s going to feel around your dick, and how hard you’re going to cum inside it. And you don’t even need to wear a condom! You can rawdog that tight cunt as hard as you want!”

Evan swallowed and licked his lips. He didn’t look convinced, but she could see the growing bulge in his pants. “I… you, um… you always… you know… you said anal wasn’t, uh, your thing…”

“Yeah!” Dana encouraged as the doll began to scream muffled protests beneath her. “Fuck this bitch up her virgin ass! Make her scream! She’s YOURS, Evan, and this is literally what she’s here for, to get raped and beaten by you!”

“I… I thought she was an it…” he mumbled as he took a couple uneasy steps forward.

“It, she, who cares? She’s here and she’s fuckable and she’s yours. Every last twisted fantasy you’ve ever had, she is here to make it come true. All you have to do is trust your wife, your smart and sensible wife who always knows best, when she tells you that THIS IS NOT A REAL PERSON.”

He wasn’t convinced yet, but he was drawing closer, close enough to put a hand on one of the doll’s squirming, freckled legs. It tried to pull away from him, but he gripped the limb, forcing it to spread even wider. “And this doesn’t, like, make me a bad person? If I do things to her?”

Dana forced herself to speak gently to him. He was getting it, he just needed that last push. “No, babe, not one bit. These dolls, you couldn’t hurt them even if you tried. Literally. They don’t have pain receptors, they have… diagnostics and system reports and whatever. When I stabbed it, it didn’t scream because it was in pain, it screamed because that’s what it decided I would do it if I got stabbed.”

She didn’t actually know much of anything about how they worked when it came to stuff like pain, but that sounded right to her. And that was all Evan really needed, she was certain: the reassurance that he wasn’t actually hurting someone. It didn’t matter if that was only how they PROBABLY worked.

Thankfully, her bluff worked like a charm. He knelt in front of the doll, one shaky hand fiddling with his pants, until his cock popped free. Dana hadn’t been lying when she talked about what a tight fit he was in her; he was quite well endowed, and lovemaking between them usually required a great deal of foreplay followed by slow and gentle penetration.

Not that a stupid sex doll needed anything like that.

She’d grabbed a bottle of lube from their nightstand drawer earlier, in preparation for introducing her husband to his anniversary present, and she dug it out of her pocket and tossed it to him now. “Just so you don’t fucking skin yourself sticking it in her,” Dana explained.

Evan gratefully squirted out a large dollop and rubbed it over himself. Even with a heavy coat of lube, it looked like an awfully small fit as he positioned himself, the doll’s crinkled rosebud dwarfed by the bulbous head of his cock. But when Dana saw her husband face light up like a kid on Christmas morning as he pressed that head firmly against that tiny opening and began to push, she knew she’d finally gotten through to him. He was in his element now.

The doll was thrashing from side to side, trying to prevent Evan from penetrating her, Dana slapped her hard across the tits. “Stop fighting him, bitch!” she hissed. “My husband wants to buttfuck his new sex toy, and you’re gonna fucking lay there and take it! You give him any trouble, you’ll WISH the only thing you had to worry about was his tree trunk up your guts!”

“Damn, Danes,” Evan said. “I didn’t expect you to be so, uh, into this.”

Neither had she, to be honest. She’d known that she hated being submissive, but she’d never really considered she might have a taste for domination. And it wasn’t like she’d had anyone around to experiment with; Evan knew very well what he was into, and being a sub was not on that list.

She shrugged. “This robot bitch basically tried to sweet talk you into turning on me. You’re MINE, babe, and I don’t like it when someone tries to steal my man. Got a problem with that?”

“Think it’s, uh, pretty damn awesome, actually,” he told her. “Oh, give me one second, I’m almost in…” The doll screamed into Dana’s crotch as his cockhead finally managed to wedge itself into her virgin ass. Evan grabbed her hips and pulled, and his shaft began to sink steadily into her.

“I think that was half the reason all of this felt weird, you know?” he said as they both watched his cock disappear up the shrieking doll’s asshole. “I don’t want to just, like, play with this thing in the bedroom while you’re in the living room watching a movie. I want us to be TOGETHER. That make sense?” She nodded. “And until now, us being together and me doing stuff like this seemed totally incompatible. But if you can be here with me and having fun while I’m doing this, that’s… you know… pretty damn awesome.”

Dana grinned at him. “Well, happy anniversary then.”

“Happy anniversary,” he agreed. “Ohhh, FUCK this feels good. I don’t think I’ve ever gotten to stick my entire cock into someone before.” Despite the doll’s best efforts, he’d managed to stuff every last inch of himself into her. “Hey, if you’re going to join me on the wild side, want a little advice?”

“Sure,” Dana said, amused. “Teach me your dark ways.”

“If you pull your clothes down a little, get your bare pussy on top of her mouth, I think you’re going to love how it feels once I start pounding her.”

She considered it. “That… is… outstanding advice, actually, Evan Robinson.” She shifted so she could pull her jeans and panties down. “Knew there was a reason I married you.”

Unfortunately, the doll seized this opportunity to try and talk some more. “PLEASE EVAN I LOVE YOU DON’T DO THIS TO ME IT HURTS IT-“ Dana quickly slammed her pussy down on the thing’s face, muffling it once more.

“Any way we could, like, mute it?” Evan asked with a grimace. “You’re right, it’s not real, but hearing your voice come out of it really is creepy.”

“I don’t think there’s a remote or anything, but if you don’t mind a little wear and tear…”  She held up her fist.

“Yeah, go for it,” he said. “I don’t care if it’s permanent, I’m never going to want to hear it speak.”

Dana drove her fist into the doll’s neck, and it let out a choking gasp. “I think that’s… probably where the vocal cords are,” she said, shrugging again. “Can’t hurt anyway.”

She slugged it like that several dozen more times, until the doll’s entire throat was battered and bruised. “Okay chatbot, let’s see what you got now.”

As soon as she lifted her crotch off the doll’s face, it tried to beg again, but all that came out was a hoarse guttural sound. Its eyes widened and it tried to scream, but this just produced a louder noise. Tears welled up as it continued frantically trying to get words out.

“Looks like I found her mute button after all,” Dana said with a grin. “And now for that advice…” She seated herself, her damp pussy planted right on the doll’s lips, and gave her husband a mock salute. “In position, sir! Commence Operation Buttfuck!”

He laughed and began to move his hips.

Dana all but melted as the doll began to howl, sending vibrations shivering through her cunt. It felt like having a wand pressed against her slit on the highest setting. “Oh fuck… that’s really good…” she gasped. “Shit… when you’re right… you’re right…”

Evan looked delighted too, his dick pumping in and out of the doll’s guts at a rapidly increasing pace. It almost made Dana’s own insides ache, watching so much thick cock pummeling an identical version of her asshole, but she had more important things to focus on. She clamped her thighs tight around the doll’s head, drinking in the dizzying sensations.

“She licking you yet?” her husband called out excitedly. He’d reached the point where every thrust buried the full length of his cock into the doll’s asshole, and it had completely surrendered to him. He had both hands on the doll’s tits, using them like leverage to pound her harder and faster. At this rate, she was going to have taken miles worth of dick in her guts by the time he finished.

“Not yet…” Dana said dreamily, her head buzzing with sensations. “But that… that sounds perfect…” She was mostly straight, and the idea of eating another woman out was disgusting, but when it came to receiving… well, a tongue was a tongue. And right now, the thought of having one inside her, softly lapping at her soaked insides, was so pleasant that the mental image alone was almost enough to bring her to climax.

“Let me turn on the old charm then!” Evan said, eager to assist. He leaned down and sank his teeth into the doll’s breast, making her scream even harder. “Eat my wife out, bitch!” he yelled after letting up. “Or I’ll chew your tits off!” He leaned in and took another vicious bite.

The doll must have shared Dana’s revulsion for cunnilingus, because both breasts had multiple bite marks before she gave in and began licking. The redhead came almost immediately, rocking her groin against the doll’s face.

“Fuck, Danes,” Evan mumbled, his head rolling back as his hips continued smashing into the doll’s butt cheeks. “Don’t think I can… last much longer…”

“Then don’t!” she urged. “Cum in that bitch’s ass, Evan! Pump so much spunk in there she’ll be hacking it up on my end!”

“Can’t… can’t argue with that…” he breathed. He shuddered in ecstasy, and Dana felt the doll squirm beneath them as her husband began hosing down her intestines. To her annoyance, the thing used the opportunity to stop licking her, but she’d already finished three times by that point.

He spent nearly a full minute cumming inside the doll, long enough that Dana half expected to see her doppelgänger’s stomach start swelling up with semen. When he was finally done, he sighed with contentment, looking happy and relaxed.

“So how was my asshole?” she teased. “As good as you’ve always imagined?”

Evan groaned. “Aww, don’t even joke like that, Danes. But Christ, yeah, her ass was incredible. Came so hard I thought I might pass out. Now I just want to…” He hesitated.

“Want to what? Spit it out.”

“Okay, so… hypothetical question,” Evan began. “If I were to, uh, rape you anally, and then, um…”

“Yessssss?”

His face flushed. “And then, you know, put in your mouth…?”

“Straight from one hole to the other, no washing up first?” He nodded. “100% chance I’d bite it off,” Dana told him. “One big chomp, all the way through, then tear that fucker right off you. Probably dive in for seconds on your nuts if I can manage it.”

“Yeah, I thought so,” he said unhappily.

“Buuuuut…” she teased, and he gave her a hopeful look. “Do we really need a sex doll with teeth?”

“Fuck…” he breathed. “That’s, like, fucking hardcore stuff…” Then he grinned. “Yeah! Let’s fucking rip her teeth out!”

“Just let me put down a towel first,” Dana suggested. “Because if that thing is even slightly based off of me, she’s also gonna puke her guts out…”