Only a Reflection

Hours later, the doll was squirming on their coffee table as Evan thrust into her cunt from behind. They’d gone through various bondage positions throughout the day, and right now she was on her marked stomach, her hands and feet hogtied together with duct tape.

To Dana’s relief, Evan had gradually lost all inhibitions about playing with his new toy as the day advanced. Part of that she credited to him seeing just how good it felt to have a guilt free outlet for all of his fantasies, but it certainly helped that she and the doll were not at all identical anymore.

The smashed nose and missing teeth had been a good start, but not the end of the doll’s physical mutilation by a long shot. Despite her frantic begging for mercy, puking on Evan’s shitstained dick had resulted in ripping her left ear off with the same pliers they’d used on her teeth. Thankfully her stomach had been empty, so all that came up was bile, but Dana still took the opportunity to rub her face in the mess she’d made and call her a disgusting bitch.

Less than an hour later, she’d lost her right ear thanks to an incident that occurred while Dana had stepped away for a piss break. The sneaky cunt had managed to grab a pen in her mouth and used it to write on the floor, guessing correctly that Evan would be too curious to stop her.

In her scrawled message, she’d offered to spend the rest of her life as their personal servant, handling all the household chores without complaint, waiting on them hand and foot, never showing any disrespect, and enthusiastically participating in all their sexual fantasies. All she asked in return was that they look at her and see a person, not a mindless masturbatory aid.

In addition to tearing off her remaining ear, Dana had punished her for that little stunt by digging up an old Halloween getup she’d worn a few years back. It had been marketed as an all ages mask, but whoever designed the thing was clearly hoping to appeal to those with kinkier thoughts in mind. It was a single piece that went around the head and neck: a red dog collar, a petite black snout, and a pair of floppy black ears, all connected by thin brown leather straps meant to resemble lines of fur. A small silver dog tag dangling from the collar read ROXIE.

The doll had started struggling the moment she saw the thing, but she couldn’t stop them from pulling it over her head and buckling it in around her neck with the collar. The canine features made her appear less “dog” and more “dog girl”, but there was certainly no chance of mistaking her and Dana like this, and it looked hilarious on her.

“You think we’re gonna pretend a walking fleshlight is, what, our fucking maid?” Dana had mocked as she secured the mask on her. “What’s next, letting you eat dinner at the table, nights and weekends off? Stupid fucking robot. Why don’t we meet halfway and make you our dog? Say woof woof, bitch.”

The doll had just glared at her, so Dana had picked up the pliers again. “You’re right!” she’d said as she’d grabbed hold and began to twist. “Silly me, dogs don’t have opposable thumbs!” A few minutes later, blood trickling from her now four-fingered hands, the doll had reluctantly made a couple guttural sounds that could charitably called barks.

“Good girl!” Dana had teased. “Good girl, Roxie! Why don’t we celebrate by letting you eat me out?” The doll, or Roxie as they’d called her going forward, had hesitated at first, but a reminder that maybe dogs shouldn’t have any fingers at all soon had her burying her face between Dana’s legs.

She’d hoped the stupid toy would see reason and accept her fate at that point, but a couple hours later she’d tried something even worse. While Evan was in something of a postcoital stupor, his latest load of cum sitting in Roxie’s belly, and Dana was taking her for a “walk” by making her shuffle around the room on her knees, her ass smacked with a hairbrush whenever she slowed down, she’d surprised them both by scrambling to her feet and making a run for the nearest window. The crazy bitch had literally thrown herself through the damn thing to try and escape, and if they’d been just a little slower chasing after her through their yard, they would have had a very embarrassing story for their neighbors.

As punishment, and to make sure she wouldn’t try running again, Dana had taken the carving knife and slashed up her ankle, slicing her Achilles tendons to ribbons. “You keep doing this to yourself, you fucking idiot machine,” she’d told Roxie as the doll sobbed over losing the ability to ever stand or walk again. “Stop pretending you actually care about any of this! You’re like if our fucking fridge started whining that we were torturing it by keeping its insides cold. Fucking you is what you’re for!”

After that, Evan had suggested they get a little more cerebral with their punishments, to avoid doing too much damage too quickly and ruining her. Dana had pointed out that an unthinking machine didn’t have much reason to care about that sort of thing, but he’d countered that it didn’t have much reason to care about pain or mutilation either, and she’d had no response to that.

“Doesn’t bother me if her reactions are fake,” he’d said. “ I mean, honestly, I couldn’t do this stuff if they weren’t.”

“I know, I know,” she’d said affectionately. “You’re just a big teddy bear at heart. So how do we torment a robot?”

“Oh, that part’s easy!” he’d promised her. “Like, check this out!” He’d pinched something unseen between his thumb and forefinger and showed it to her. Dana had stared blankly at him, until she’d noticed the spider dangling from the strand of webbing he was holding.

“Shit, man!” she’d exclaimed, flinching away from it. “Not cool!”

“Right?” Evan said, unfazed by her anger for once. “And if that’s how you react, imagine how SHE is going to react when you hold her mouth open so I can lower this little guy right onto her tongue?”

“…Evan Robinson, you might be a genius.” Her husband had puffed out his chest in pride. “So what’s that punishment for, exactly?”

He’d shrugged and grinned at her. “Who needs a reason to punish a rape toy?”

She’d grinned back at him, then turned to the doll. “Oh Roxie, we’ve got a snack for youuuuu…”

Their pet had struggled, but she swallowed seven spiders before Dana grew tired of the game. “And remember, bitch,” she’d told her as she watched the thing pretend to struggle not to vomit again. “This is when I’m in a good mood. Put those circuits to work thinking about what I’m going to do to you next time I’m in a bad one.”

The warning had been less effective than she’d hoped. Even now, despite them raping her on and off all day, with occasional breaks to make her eat things the real Dana had felt queasy just thinking about, and the fact that none of her attempts to resist or escape had gone well for her, the doll was still weakly struggling, her limbs squirming to break free of the duct tape hogtie.

Evan hadn’t overlooked her stubbornness either, but it seemed to amuse him more than anything. “Come on, Roxie, don’t give up,” he encouraged happily as her already slow movements began to falter. “I’m almost ready to pump another thick load of spunk into your womb. Are you just gonna lay there and let it happen?”

“Maybe I should’ve carved RAPE SLUT into her instead of RAPE TOY,” Dana observed.  “She’s not even trying to avoid getting another hot creampie from you. I think she’s learned to love ‘em.”

Their mockery was effective, and Roxie’s movements quickened. She even nearly managed to shimmy herself off the table, until Evan wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her back to his crotch. “Nope, you’re not going anywhere, slut,” he told her. ‘Only place you belong is impaled on my cock. Only place this next load belongs is in your babymaker. It’s destiny.”

Dana whistled. “Roxie! Eyes up here, girl!” The doll shot her a hateful look. “Bladder’s full again, bitch. You want to do this easy way or hard this time?”

The last time Dana had needed to piss, she’d decided to use their new toy for it, worried Roxie might try something stupid again if Dana left her alone with Evan. The stubborn bitch had refused to open her mouth, and Dana had ended up just pissing all over the doll’s face. Then she’d beaten Roxie’s butt with one of Evan’s belts until she gave in and lapped up her mess.

The look on Roxie’s face was pure murder, but she reluctantly parted her lips. “That’s it, slut,” Dana said as she began to piss into her mouth. “Don’t worry, you’ll have plenty of chances to get used to the taste.”

“Yeah, she’s all ours now,” Evan breathed, almost giddy at the possibilities. “We can train her any way we like, make her do anything we like…” The thought sent him over the edge, and Roxie shuddered in disgust as he began cumming in her.

“That’s right,” Dana agreed as she finished urinating. “She’s just a toy, we can do-“

Roxie spat out her mouthful of piss, right into Dana’s face.

The redhead stood frozen for a long moment, her own urine dripping down her cheeks. “Uhh, I, I’ll get you a warm washcloth, Danes,” Eric sputtered. “It’s okay, it’ll wash right off, I promise…”

Dana scrubbed her face with her forearm. “Where’s the knife?” she growled softly.

“I…… don’t think that’s a good idea right now,” Evan said. “Take a deep breath, babe. She’s, I mean, IT’S not real, remember? It’s just doing what you would do if someone, uh…”

“Fine,” she said. “Don’t need the knife.”

She crouched to look Roxie in the eyes. There was fear in there, but also smug satisfaction, and she met Dana’s gaze without flinching. “You’re right, bitch,” Dana told her. “That’s probably exactly what I’d do if I was a pathetic, piss drinking sex toy. And now… let me teach you what I’d do to a sex toy that spits piss in my face…”

The redhead grabbed the doll’s head in both hands, and drove her thumbs into the thing’s eyes.

Roxie wailed in agony as Dana’s thumbs punctured her eyeballs and sunk right into them, spilling gore down her cheeks. She tried to twist her head away from the woman, but Dana hung on and dug her thumbs in even deeper.

“THIS IS WHAT DANA ROBINSON DOES TO STUCK UP ROBOT CUNTS!” she shouted in the doll’s face. “THIS IS HOW SHE TREATS SEX TOYS WHO KEEP TRYING TO PRETEND THEY’RE PEOPLE!”

“Shit, Dana, you’re gonna break her!” Evan yelled.

Dana finally released the doll’s head, her thumbs popping out of her eyes with a loud squelch. “You’re right…” she said, breathing heavily. “You’re absolutely fucking right. Last thing I want to do… is break her…”

She leaned in to whisper harshly into the hole that used to be Roxie’s right ear. “I bet that’s what you were hoping for, wasn’t it? That I’d just put you out of your fucking misery. Nuh uh, bitch. You’re going to be our rape toy for a long, long time, and I don’t care if you’re just a mindless fucking chatbot. I’m still going to find ways to make you suffer.”

The doll whimpered.