“He has a sex doll.”

“I know,” the bartender said, sliding a glass of water across the counter to the drunk girl on the verge of falling off her stool. “You told me, just, way too many times. And on time number, let’s be generous and say twenty five, I’m going to call you a cab.”

Ashley grabbed the water, spilling it all down her shirt when she tried to drink. “I’m not that drunk.”

“Sure,” the bartender said, printing the receipt for her tab.

“Eight months,” Ashley said, swirling the ice around in her glass.

“You told me,” the bartender repeated.

“Fine, I’ll wait outside.” Ashley got up and staggered out the front door. The rush of cold air was more sobering than the water had been, and she clutched her arms, shivering as she started walking down the sidewalk away from the bar.

Head lights from up the street blinded her as a car slowed to a stop in front of her. She shielded her eyes with one hand and waved with the other, hoping it was her ride.

The driver got out and quickly crossed to the back of the car.

“Are you my Uber?” she asked through chattering teeth.

“Yeah,” the driver said, opening the back door.

Nearly tripping stepping off the curb, Ashley went to the opened door. There was a female figure sitting in the back seat already. She audibly groaned, not wanting to be stuck in a long ride going out of her way for another passenger.

“Do you live close to fifth?” she asked.

The passenger didn’t answer. Ashley bent forward into the back seat. Something wasn’t right. The woman was staring straight ahead, her glassy eyes staring unblinking out the front windshield.

“Whammmmmph!” Ashley started backing up, right into the arms of the driver. His arms circled around her and clamped a cold wet cloth over her face.

“Hello Ashley.”

Her blood ran cold as she recognized the voice whispering in her ear. Todd. She’d broken up with him yesterday after she discovered his creepy sex doll in his attic.

“Hmmmph!” she cried, trying to pull his hands from around her. If she wasn’t drunk and caught off guard, she might have been able to fight him off, but her arms were slow and uncoordinated, fumbling uselessly against his iron grip.

“I don’t like how we ended things, babe,” he said. Still maintaining his grip on the smothering cloth, he maneuvered both of them into the back seat of the car, holding the smaller woman on his lap while he grabbed her wrists and held them down by her waist.

“Nnnmmmph!”

“Shhhh, just breath in,” he told her, keeping the cloth clamped firmly over her mouth and nose.

In pure reaction she tried to hold her breath, but between the cold and the alcohol and the struggle, her lungs were burning for air after only a few seconds. She gasped through the cloth. It dawned on her that the reason she was feeling so weak wasn’t because of her night of binge drinking, at least not totally. Todd was drugging her!

“That’s right,” he told her as her struggles increased. “It’s chloroform. You’re going to take a nice little nap for me, and when you wake up, we’ll start over.”

“Nnnmph. Pmmmphhh!” she moaned, her movements getting more sluggish. Her eyes felt heavy, each blink lasting longer and longer before she pried her eyes open again.

He turned her head towards the doll sitting on the other side of the car. “Ashley, this is Veronica. Veronica, this is Ashley. You didn’t give me a chance to properly introduce you two before you stormed out, but don’t worry, you’ll have plenty of time to get to know each other.”

Ashley stared at the doll’s blank face. Todd let go of her arms, knowing she was too weak to do anything with them at that point, and turned the doll’s head to look at Ashley. The last thing she saw before she passed out was the doll watching her being drugged.

* * *

Her head hurt. It was like a her worst hangover ever but magnified tenfold. Even before she opened her eyes when consciousness dragged her back into the world, the light burned through her eyelids.

Ashley tried to bring her arm up to shield her eyes from the light so she could open them, but her body didn’t respond.

“Nnnn…” a low moan of confusion and frustration escaped her mouth. She tried to sit up, but nothing worked.

“You’re awake.”

That voice. Todd’s voice. The last thing she remembered, her ex-boyfriend holding her on his lap, drugging her to sleep while his creepy sex doll that had triggered their breakup watching on.

She felt one of her eyelids being forced open. Bright light blinded her before something dark loomed into shape in front of her vision. Slowly she focused in on Todd’s face, smiling down at her. “There you are.”

Again she tried to speak, to move, but nothing worked. At last she managed to open her other eye, Todd’s face before her sharpening in clarity.

“I know this is a lot to take in,” he said.

Her eyes looked around. Smooth white walls surrounded her, a metal bar running horizontal on her left. She was laying in a bathtub. Her eyes cast downward, seeing her body laying limp on the bottom of the empty tub. She was completely naked. She tried to move, watching her fingers by her sides. Her index finger twitched slightly, but nothing else.

“Hnnnn,” she moaned, her mouth just as unresponsive as the rest of her body.

“Shhhh shhh shhh,” he chided, putting a finger to her lips. “Don’t try to talk.”

Ashely’s eyes found their way back to his, trying to convey her questions that her mouth for some reason could not.

“It’s going to be okay, Ash,” he told her, reaching down and cupping her chin in his hand.

She noticed for the first time, sitting beside him on the toilet next to the bath, the doll. He’d posed her to be watching.

Todd followed her gaze. “I don’t know if you remember before you blacked out, or when you stormed out and tried to break up with me. This is Veronica,” he told her. He reached out, taking the doll’s hand in his, holding it. “That wasn’t how I wanted you two to meet. This,” he gestured to her, helpless and drugged in the bathtub, “isn’t how I wanted you to meet. But what’s done is done, and she’s willing to move forward if you are.”

Ashely couldn’t move. She couldn’t do anything. “Unnn…”

“I think you two are going to get along great,” he said, grabbing something beneath Ashley’s sightline. His hands reappeared at the edge of the tub holding a pink razor and shaving cream. “You just need to get an understanding of what it’s like for her.”

Ashley was helpless to do anything but watch as he spread shaving cream on her bare legs, lathering it up. “I worried, you know,” he explained as he started to shave her. “About how you’d react. People can be so, so close minded. They don’t get it. They don’t recognize what Veronica and I have. I think to myself, hey, it’s alright, people used to not accept homosexuals, but they’re coming around. One day the world will be able to accept what people like us have.”

Ashley watched on as he shaved her legs smooth. He started the tap, rinsing the razor and her freshly shaven legs.

“I’m rambling, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t care what the world thinks. But I do care about what you think. Eight months, I tried to find the right way to introduce you to Veronica. Finally I decided to just orchestrate it so you’d stumble on her, and that would get what I thought the hard part would be out of the way.” When he finished her legs he took her limp right arm and started shaving that. “At first I thought I was wrong to do it that way. I knew it was wishful thinking that you might just accept her and what we have and want to be a part of it, but it did open me up to the right way.”

“Nuuhhhh,” she moaned. She could feel drool starting to spill from the corner of her mouth, which he wiped away for her before starting on her other arm.

“You were so, hateful, when you found out about her. It hurt me, at first. But then I realized you just didn’t know any better. And then I started thinking about how best to teach you. How could you possibly be expected to understand what Veronica and I have if you can’t empathize with someone like her?”

Even though her body was still helpless, her brain was starting to ratchet up, figuring out where he was going with this. Why he was shaving her whole body smooth.

He picked up one of her ankles and draped it over the side of the bath, spreading her legs wide. Her neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair quickly disappeared under a fresh squirt of shaving cream. Even though she couldn’t move, she could feel his fingers rubbing the cream into her most sensitive bits.

“Once you walk a mile in her shoes, so to speak,” he tickled the sole of her foot draped over the edge of the tub. It tickled, but she couldn’t react other than a gurgled attempt at a laugh and a small twitch of her leg. “You’ll understand.”

“You know, it used to bother me so much when you’d accuse me of being lazy,” he said as he carefully shaved her pussy. “I thought surely you’d want to do things like the dishes and yard work. With her,” he gestured to Veronica, the doll’s cold eyes staring fixedly at Ashley, “I do EVERYTHING. And you know what, I don’t mind a bit. I’m happy to do it. And she never criticizes me. But you’ll understand soon enough. I’ll do everything for you.” With a warm damp washcloth he wiped away her groin, revealing her newly shaved mound. “Like right now. I’m going to make sure you’re nice and smooth everywhere. Maybe later I’ll shave your head too and you and Veronica can share wigs. She has so many nice wigs.”

“Uhh. Uh nuuhh,” Ashley moaned. She managed to lift her hand a few inches before her strength failed her and it flopped back down to the base of the tub.

“Oh, forgive me. I’m new to this part; I haven’t gotten the dosages just right yet, but don’t worry,” he reached down and came back with a white cloth. He pressed it over her mouth and nose. “Just breath,” he told her.

Ashley tried to hold her breath, but she wasn’t sure if she even had that much control, because she started getting dizzy and sleepy again.

“Not too much,” he said, pulling the cloth away as her eyes started to droop. “I want you awake. Just, helpless.”

Even still, she couldn’t keep her eyes open. Sleep was better than laying there helpless as he explained how he was turning her into his doll.

* * *

“Wake up.” A gentle slap to her cheeks roused her from her forced slumber. Ashley’s eyes opened, not staring into the painfully bright light of the bathroom but of the dim flickering glow of candlelight. She tried to move, to look around, but still her body was paralyzed.

Todd lifted her head and sat it in his lap, running his fingers through her hair. “You were out for awhile,” he explained. “I’ll get better with the drugs, I promise. Soon, you’ll be awake whenever I want, but you won’t be able to do a thing. You’ll be completely dependent on me to take care of you. I’m going to take great care of you, you’ll see. Just like her.” He turned her head to see Veronica sitting in a chair. The doll was dressed in see through, violet lingerie, her hair done up in a tight bun. Todd turned Ashley’s head back up to face him. He was holding her on his bed, a bed she’d shared with him many, many times, blissfully unaware that it was the same bed he shared with his sex doll.

She was incapable of even moaning, forced to stare up at her captor in silent rapture.

“We’re going to have lots of fun together.” He ran his hands down her completely smooth, hairless body. He’d dressed her in a pink version of Veronica’s lingerie. “Veronica has been very patient. For eight long months she waited while I tried to make things work with you. Now it’s you’re turn to be patient.”

Her eyes slowly shifted from him to the doll and back again. He lifted her head and slid out from under her before gently resting her head back on the bed. Todd got up and went to his doll, his first love. “I’m sorry for making you wait, Veronica,” he said. “And thank you. She’ll understand. Would you like her to watch?”

Ashley tried to shake her head, but she couldn’t. She tried to vocalize her protest, but no sound came out. She wasn’t sure what she was supposed to watch, but she knew she didn’t want anything to do with it.

“She can watch,” he told the doll as he picked it up and laid it down on the bed next to Ashley. He turned both of their heads to face each other; two posable dolls locked staring into each other’s eyes.

In her peripheral vision Ashley could see him sliding the skimpy panties down the doll’s smooth legs. He took a few moments to pose her, keeping her facing Ashley until the last possible moment before he turned her head upwards to look at him while he mounted her. How many times had she lain on this same bed while he fucked her? How many times had he fucked the doll while they were dating in this same bed?

The bed bounced as Todd thrust into Veronica. Ashley hoped she’d be bounced off the side of the bed, or at least her head would roll to the other side, but it wasn’t enough. She just had to lay there and watch while he fucked the doll to completion. It was like an out of body experience, watching a scene she’d seen play out so many times before but from a new perspective. As audience instead of participant. As an observer. She wondered if Veronica had ever watched her and Todd have sex. But that was a ridiculous thought. It’s not like the doll was a person. Not like her.

Todd climbed off of the doll and laid down between his two playthings, putting an arm around each of them. “That was excellent,” he told Veronica. He looked back over at Ashley. “Don’t worry, we’ll still have sex.”

A single tear was starting to form in Ashley’s left eye, the only form of expression she seemed capable of. “All three of us can have all sorts of fun together.” He turned back to Veronica. “What’s that, dear? You’d like to try something with her? Actually, I think I’d enjoy that very much.” He sat up, reaching over and turning Ashley’s face to look up at him. “Wait here.”

He left them, leaving Ashley to once more stare into the vacant eyes of the doll. How long would he keep her like this? What were the drugs he’d given her to make he like this doing to her body? If they stopped, would she be able to recover? Would he ever stop?

The questions racing through her brain and mounting panic building up inside were invisible from the outside when Todd returned, carrying a bundle of black straps. He set them down just out of Ashley’s range of vision and picked up Veronica. “Let me help you,” he told the doll.

Ashley could only lay and wait, watching the spot on the bed the doll had previously lain on. When Todd rolled her over finally, she found herself looking up at the doll standing over her at the foot of the bed. Her bra had been pulled down beneath her fake, sculpted breasts. Her hands were positioned on her hips, above a series of black leather straps holding a large purple dildo protruding from her crotch.

Todd was standing behind the doll, his hands wrapped around her body. “You can do whatever you want with her,” he whispered in the doll’s ear.

Ashley was completely helpless as he stripped off her panties and grabbed her by the ankles and pulled her towards the edge of the bed, spreading her legs with the doll standing between them, the strap-on pointed right at her smooth pussy. Todd rubbed lube all over the purple phallus before inserting it into Ashley. Even though she couldn’t move, she could feel everything. She was aware of every inch of the dildo as it filled her, with its wearer leaning over her, staring down at her with those cold, vacant eyes. She couldn’t see Todd behind the doll, maneuvering and controlling her movements, making her thrust in and out.

She was getting fucked by a doll. She wasn’t just her ex-boyfriend’s new sex doll; she was the sex doll of a sex doll. And as the doll kept fucking her, sliding in and out of her, she started getting wet.

At least there was one thing she could do that the doll couldn’t.