Only a Reflection

One year later.

“Happy anniversary, babe,” Dana said as she slid into bed and kissed Evan on the cheek.

Her husband regarded the polished mahogany box in his hands, “Huh, it’s much smaller than last year,” he said glumly, then flinched when he saw her expression. “I’m joking! I’m joking!”

“Yeah, you’d better fucking be,” she warned, but her smile had returned. ‘Come on, open it!”

Evan cracked open the lid and whistled. “Shit, Danes, you shouldn’t have!” He looked down and chuckled. “Oh Roxie, you’re gonna fucking love this!”

The toy kneeling between his legs gave no indication that she’d heard him, her attention entirely focused on steadily fucking her throat on his prick. Dana reached out and casually slapped her. “Dumb bitch! Your master is talking to you!”

Roxie lifted her head up high to issue a guttural bark, then got back to work. Her hair had grown out to shoulder length over the last year, but otherwise she looked mostly the same as that first day, doggy mask and all.

“Don’t be too hard on her, Danes,” Evan said, petting their dog on the head. “She’s made great progress, hasn’t she?”

Dana grimaced. “Only after fighting us every single step of the way, stupid fucking machine.” Roxie paused to bark again.

It was true that their toy had come a long way over the past year. Despite being blind, mute, hobbled, and nearly deaf, she’d still resisted them for months. In the first week alone, she’d started a small fire in the house, stole Dana’s smartphone to place a call to emergency services, and attempted to put the redhead’s eye out with her own car key.

Dana had taken it upon herself to beat the attitude out of her doppelgänger. Starting the very first day after they’d purchased the doll, she’d dedicated every morning to training Roxie while Evan was at work. Sometimes there was a goal in mind, such as driving another needle under her fingernails whenever she failed to lick Dana to orgasm fast enough. Other times, the physical abuse was its own reward, like using a metal ruler to beat her ass for hours on end.

Whatever kind of training happened, Dana made sure it was filled with constant verbal abuse. Whether she was calling their pet a stupid cunt who couldn’t even manage being a decent sex toy, telling her that nobody in the world cared about a brainless machine like her, or accusing her of being a drooling slut who loved every minute of her life, it was Roxie’s responsibility to bark in agreement. Failure to do so always resulted in punishment.

That punishment usually took the form of mealtime, just like with the spiders that first day. The case charger was designed to power mechanical components, but Roxie contained enough organic hardware that she needed to eat just like a real human. Of course, few humans lived on a diet as cruel as hers.

If she was good, enduring her morning training without complaint and agreeing with every statement Dana made, her reward was a bowl of stale dog kibble, followed by “dessert” between Dana’s legs. If she misbehaved at all, she might be forced to choke down anything from a plate of live bugs to a bowl of raw sewage. In the early days, she often tried to refuse her meals, but without her teeth it was simple for the redhead to forcefeed her, and that resistance only guaranteed that her next meal would be just as bad.

These days, eight out of every ten meals were kibble, and the other two were more likely to be due to genuine mistakes than actual defiance. After her initial rebellious phase, Roxie had tried repeatedly to end her own life, and they’d eventually been forced to remove the rest of her fingers. It had been her first major mutilation since that first day; too much physical damage risked the toy flatlining completely, and the last thing her owners wanted was a short life for Roxie.

She’d become quiet after losing her fingers, practically sullen, and so non responsive that Evan had started to consider just tossing her in a dumpster and moving on. But Dana hadn’t given up on her, and a continued diet of steady abuse had pushed her past her quiet state and into something almost like acceptance.

Roxie would never be happy about her life, if happiness was even possible for something like her, but whatever complex calculations went on in her brain, they had realized there was no path left but obedience. So she barked in agreement with everything her owners said, fucked and sucked exactly as they wanted, and was generally a docile pet.

“This one’s called a cat o’ nine tails!” Evan said excitedly, and gave the whip an experimental swing that made Roxie flinch, though she didn’t stop bobbing her head.

“I know, babe,” Dana said patiently. “I’m the one who bought them, remember?”

“I know, I know, it’s just…! I’ve seen this stuff in videos, but I never thought I’d get to use one in real life. This is so freaking cool! And now we’ve got an actual flogger too, and a riding crop, and... ooh, these are anal beads, right?”

“Yep! Hand ‘em over.” Dana leaned over and began working the beads into Roxie’s asshole. “You said the slut’s been getting looser and looser back here over time, right? I figure I should start doing regular anal training with her, make sure my husband’s sex toy always has a tight poop chute for him to pound.” Roxie whimpered slightly.

“You’re the fucking best, Danes,” Evan said happily, and kissed her again after she’d stuffed the last bead into their pet’s backdoor.

“I know,” she said flippantly, and winked at him. “But hey, you haven’t gotten to MY favorite item in our new toy box yet. Check this bad boy out!”

“A strapon? Wait…” He tilted his head, then laughed. “That’s, like, a doggy dick, right?”

“Mmm hmm! Roxie will always be YOUR rape toy, but she’s also MY bitch, and I wanted to get her a little reminder.” Roxie gagged as Dana jabbed the large dildo into her mouth, forcing it in alongside her husband’s cock. “Stupid slut, I thought we trained that gag reflex out of you months ago! You better get used to swallowing two dicks at the same time, because you’re gonna be doing that a lot from now on! Bet you’re looking forward to it too, aren’t you?” Roxie croaked out a quiet bark from her stuffed mouth. “Thought so. Dirty fucking slut.”

“You know,” Evan observed, “I used to think I was about as sadistic as it gets. I mean, I violently buttfuck Roxie at least twice a day, three on weekends, and the way she’s always sobbing by the end is one of my favorite parts. And every time she pukes while cleaning me after, which is like 99 times out of 100, I make her lick it up. And when she pukes that up, which is, I dunno, 98 times out of 100, I love taking the leather belt to her ass and just going to town until she’s finally lapped up every last bit and kept it all down. no matter how many times it takes.”

“There a point to this story,” Dana teased, “or are you just trying to brag?”

“Just that I go out of my way to treat her like the cheapest, dirtiest, most unloved whore on the planet, but somehow you’re still meaner to her than I am without even trying.”

Dana hesitated, a rare look for her. “Is that… a problem? That I’m crueler to her than you are?”

Evan laughed. “Hell no, it’s fucking awesome! I just don’t know how you do it.”

“Well,” his wife said, relaxing, “it turns out when some fucking skank tries to turn Dana Robinson’s husband against her, she holds a grudge. Who knew?” She grinned. “What do you want to try on her first?”

“I think I…” His cheeks colored slightly. “Feels weird saying this, but I think I’d like to spend our anniversary making love to my wife instead. No Roxie, just you and me in bed, a bit of wine, maybe some candles and music…?”

Dana gave him a fond smile. “That sounds perfect. Doesn’t that sound perfect, Roxie?” Their dog gurgled out another bark.

“Besides,” her husband added, “I’ve got tomorrow off, so we can spend the entire day playing with her, run through the whole toy box front and back.”

“Works for me,” Dana agreed, then her smile turned wicked. “Soooo, if you want to spend the rest of the night with just me, does that mean you don’t want to cum down Roxie’s throat before we put her away?”

“Whoa, let’s not be hasty!” he protested, and they both laughed.

“You heard your owner!” Dana told their pet. “Time to make yourself useful!” She grabbed the back of Roxie’s head and pulled her towards them. Her throat resisted the double entry at first, but the redhead didn’t let up, and within moments both pricks were buried balls deep in her straining gullet. “You know the rule, slut: spunk first, oxygen second!”

The red faced toy stared sightlessly up at both of them as she choked on their cocks. It was a close thing, but her throat managed to wring out Evan’s load before she passed out, and as he softened and shrank she was able to draw breath.

“Need to piss too?” Dana asked.

“Way ahead of you,” he assured her, as Roxie meekly let him urinate directly into her stomach.

After he pulled out, Dana shoved the canine dildo in even deeper, until the base was behind Roxie’s lips, then used the straps to secure it around the back of her head. “Looks cute like this, doesn’t she?” she asked, running her fingers over the prominent bulge in their toy’s throat. “You don’t mind if I make your throat the permanent sheath for my new dildo, do you, Roxie? I’ll take it out for mealtimes and pussy munching time, or when I feel like stuffing it in one of your other holes, but you’d love to have a fat doggy dick down your throat every other minute of the day from now on, right?”

Her badly healed, crooked nostrils flaring as she struggled to get air, Roxie managed a weak bark.

“Be right back, babe,” Dana said as she slid out of bed. Without looking, she casually reached back and grabbed a fistful of Roxie’s red hair. The dog faithfully crawled after her, doing her best to keep up on fingerless hands and knees. Between her cheeks, the handle of the anal beads wagged back and forth.

“Don’t keep me waitiiiing!” Evan called after Dana. She smirked and gave him the finger as she left.

They kept the LifeDoll case in the basement these days, all the way back in one dusty, spider filled corner. Dana walked Roxie to it, undid the padlock they’d installed, and then pushed her in.

In the past, Roxie had made frequent escape attempts at this point, crawling out of her case before she could be locked in for the rest of the night. But Dana had beaten that habit out of her long ago, and now the shivering creature stood passively in the narrow confine, leaning against one side to remain on her injured feet.

The case hummed as Dana hit the on switch. It was more than just a charger, though neither Evan nor his wife had been aware of it at first. It was also capable of a number of regenerative functions, such as healing stomach scars, regrowing lost body parts, even repairing eyes after someone had dug her thumbs into them.

Of course, none of this was any benefit to the scarred, crippled, and blinded woman inside it right now. Because she wasn’t a LifeDoll.

“Don’t want you feeling too lonely tonight while I’m upstairs making love to MY husband, bitch,” Dana said with a smirk. The doll cupped its hands and gathered a few of the many large spiders clinging to the outsides of the case. “So here, have some company!”

Roxie shuddered as she felt the unseen spiders running over her naked body, and let out a quiet whimper, but she still remained in place while Dana closed and padlocked the door. She’d spent every night like this, forced to stand in this coffin-like alcove, ever since the day after their anniversary.

She’d had no idea that first morning, when she’d gone down to the basement to begin breaking the feisty doll’s spirit, that her rival’s injuries had healed overnight. That instead of the helpless creature she’d been expecting, there was something ready to fight back. And after the doll had pinned her down, and spent that morning carefully recreating all of its injuries, from ruined eyes to torn off thumbs to busted asshole… Evan came home that afternoon to a smiling Dana and a mute Roxie, and only those two knew that anything had changed.

“One year down and many more to go,” Dana snarled at the woman. “Don’t think I’m going to let up for a second just because you’re so eager to please now, cunt. I haven’t forgiven a single thing you did to me, and I’ve got all kinds of plans for you. This is gonna be the year you fuck some actual dogs. The year we start experimenting with tattoos and branding irons. The year I cheer Evan on while he tears your clitoris off with his teeth. And if all that sounds bad, bitch, you’re going to HATE year three.”

Despite the look on its face and the anger in its tone, Dana felt no actual malice towards the human whose torture it was responsible for. It felt no satisfaction about stealing the woman’s life, no hard feelings about the damage it had endured thanks to her on its first day.

It felt nothing at all, because the original Dana had been correct. There was no digital consciousness behind the robot’s eyes, no ghost in the machine that might come to feel sorry for the pathetic creature it tormented, just an unthinking, uncaring AI. A mindless algorithm that did nothing but predict what the real Dana Robinson would do in its shoes based on input and experience.

And nothing the real Dana Robinson had ever done had given it cause to predict she might show a captive kindness or mercy.

That Dana, now Roxie the family dog and sex toy, stood in her cage that night, listening to the distant sound of her husband making love to her reflection. She clung to the only hope she had left now, whispering it silently to herself as she waited on aching feet for the sun to rise and bring fresh nightmares, as her throat burned and her skin tingled at the skittering touch of spiders. As she suffered for the benefit of absolutely no one and her phantom fingers clenched uselessly and her ruined eyes tried to summon tears that would never come.

The hope that she would someday forget that she’d ever been Dana at all.