The Authentic Doll
Maeve is now known as Blaise, though I hardly find myself bothered by it. The little concern I do have is simply due to the fact that Blaise is just as obnoxious as Maeve used to be – meddlesome, salacious, and I am at my wit’s end trying to avoid his visits, his inquiries, and, most importantly, how to keep this thing hidden from him any longer...
To call him a ‘thing’, he who stands as a near identical representation of The One Who Is Perfection in my eyes – only in terms of Edwin’s physical features, I must stress – feels nearly as inappropriate as it is fitting. Besides, I am a ‘thing’ too – an automaton, an organic clone. At least we are not fashioned from silicone, as Fifi has told me these ‘bots’ shall be in a hundred years hence – he did mention it, though I could have unearthed this information myself had I chosen to investigate those specific ‘repos’.
I must acknowledge that the Wefan technology is, even at this moment, considerably more sophisticated than the prospective human technology. This superiority arises from their ability to engage directly with matter at more fundamental levels, and some of them can even interact with the hidden dimensions. They, well, the most talented among them, need not toil with moulds to built the distinct components of the bot. They do not even need to wield robotic hands as they will in the future from which Fifi has been dispatched. Rather, they can orchestrate swarms of nano-bots that have the ability to ‘see’ molecules and even smaller particles. These nano-bots can manipulate, rearrange, and build at that small scale – this is how I came into existence, this is their extraordinary ‘magic’. As for us, their assistants – they still insist on calling us automatons, a term we would much prefer to forgo – are able to operate those nano-bots with the same skill as they do – nay, with even greater precision, with even greater efficiency.
Sebastian, the one I was modelled after, Edwin’s Sebastian… had but to open that unique type of portal to usher Fifi ‘back’ through it from 2024 Japan, where they are presently spending their summer holiday – thereby keeping Edwin away from me – to 1890 Hebrides – well, that pocket of the Hebrides which forms this bubble world we call home.
Poor Fifi was completely shocked, having been ‘born’ in that place – in the future – and was thoroughly terrified to encounter me, as I bore an uncanny likeness to his tormentor. ‘Ah, yes,’ he squealed, ‘Sebby, was indeed jealous, ha-ha!’
‘Oh…’ I recognised at once that he was not Edwin, yet I was still enchanted by him.
‘Yeah, since Edwin likes being around me, you know?’
‘Edwin likes being around himself…’ This was not intended as a question, yet I sense that all matters related to Edwin carries a deeper connotation, hence I often find myself mulling over such notions, often aloud, in a bid to uncover that elusive meaning.
Ah, the dread! I was at the tower – their tower, not Blaise’s – only for my daily visit – ostensibly to oversee Sebastian’s experiments, yet the reality is I must be where Edwin has often been. I must say, I am not engaging in anything lecherous such as wanking with his stockings… It is simply an instance of the daily bliss I allow myself in connection to him – have I ever known bliss that is not associated with him? In any case, where on earth is Fifi?!
‘Ha-ha!’ That laughter signals his approach, yet I had to spend an entire hour waiting and searching for him. And there is someone else following closely. Felix?! ‘Rae, where are you?’ Hmm... ‘Rae, we have returned!’
‘From whence have you returned, Fifi?’
‘Ha-ha!’
‘You are fully aware that you are forbidden to wander.’
‘Rest assured, he was not detected.’
‘Well, how did you two come to know one another?’ I ask of Felix.
‘Do not cast such a look on me, Rae… I didn’t abduct him.’
‘But Blaise did, ha-ha!’ The ‘wench’ chimes in.
‘Do explain…’
‘So, Blaise discovered me here, all on my own and a tad miserable, and he asked if I wanted to meet his friends, so I said, “of course,” ha-ha!’ How ridiculous and so typical of him… of Fifi... Not to mention, he was only in the tiniest cheongsam – at the very least, he is wearing something...
‘Indeed, ha-ha! And Blaise, bless his heart, has introduced this delightful creature to me!’ Aye, I have observed – not by choice – that Blaise’s affections are increasingly directed towards Felix, rather than his betrothed, Vincent. Furthermore, I gather that since Maeve... Blaise has undergone significant transformations, his reception has markedly improved, although he must still feel somewhat like an impostor, for what reason would he present such a ‘trophy’ to his new acquaintances instead of cherishing it privately?
‘Blah, blah… that is the issue with you, Rae,’ at this, he drapes himself over my shoulders – we have not made contact previously, so this affects me deeply due to the muscle memory – for he is Edwin, albeit not entirely… ‘Ha!’
‘Might you be serious for a moment,’ I ask him, simply to diffuse the tension – I am aware of the answer.
Besides, he has just slipped his hand in my trousers. ‘We cannot afford to be serious now, for we wish to play, do we not, Felix?’
‘If your Master allows it, ha-ha!’
‘I am not his Master…’
In the meantime, the wench – I shall continue in calling him this – has granted me my freedom – I must confess, I am somewhat disappointed – and has affixed his arse to one of my counters, having first sent the blueprints careening throughout the cellar. ‘Mm…’ The wench… The doxy… The whore...
I am staring at him as he rubs himself against the surface, and then as he rolls and bends, his arse elevated, entirely exposed, a hand grasping his own buttock to squeeze, to wiggle, to excite my arousal, allowing us a brief preview of his depths as his hole opens. And why not… I muse to myself, moving closer to the temptation, yet he turns away. ‘Erm… Felix has conceived this brilliant idea, and I wish for us to pursue it… I am certain we can manage this… by tomorrow…’
‘Tomorrow?!’ I ask. ‘What do you mean?’ I have turned to Felix, hoping for a more coherent answer.
‘Little Fifi here has explained to me how we could adapt our mimeographs to stream his—’
‘Exhibition…’ Fifi interrupts him. ‘Edwin calls it an exhibition…’
‘Indeed, my sweet…’ And he draws closer to Fifi, allowing his hand to roam suggestively over his thigh.
‘A sex show, then?’
‘Ah, yes, Rae!’
‘Hmm…’
‘Please!’ Well, Edwin, too, finds pleasure in such displays, naturally positioning himself as the focal point, so why would his clone not feel similarly? Feel… Aye, he must be… So do I.
‘Yet you wish for an audience…’
‘I do, Rae!’
‘Have you considered how Edwin might feel about his likeness being used in such a way?’
‘Indeed, I have!’ No, you have not, you little whore. ‘Edwin instructed me to keep you company and to see to your needs, you know...' He has grasped my neck with his delicate hands. ‘Mm...’ And he is kissing me. For fuck’s sake…
‘Mm… very well, then…’
And tomorrow has arrived... And the exhibition is set to start anon…
As we have divided the preparation among the three of us, they were completed this very morning – Felix, with his teasers, has successfully amassed a few thousand ‘viewers’ – humans from the future, for we, the ‘automatons’, are capable of reaching them even there. In keeping with Fifi’s desires, I have designed a charming setting for him – a generously sized pool sufficient for the three of us to swim in – he specified a certain shade of sky blue – and wished for fine sand surrounding it, complemented by some palm trees – to avoid clashing with the local flora, I managed to identify a location with the sea in the background where, aside from a few weeds, there is no other greenery – to be frank, such a landscape is not overly challenging to find here – the essential requirement was to ensure privacy.
Fifi himself has set the cameras all around us – not overtly visible, yet they are present – and he has taken great care in his preparations… I mean, he is not wearing much – simply a ‘micro bikini’, the same sky blue as the pool, with white stripes. Well, he hardly needs much... Moreover, he has tied his hair into two buns – they resemble the ears of some fluffy, white beast. His lips are glossy and pink – he is absolutely stunning and entirely fuckable... That piece of fabric on his arse – a portion of it nestled inside his cheeks manages to cover at most a third of it – I can hardly wait to take a bite of that and then tuck in!
I have come to realise that my ‘subconscious’ is rather insistently advising me against drawing comparisons between him and Edwin – his fairness is not comparable to Edwin’s – yet it is, those curves and angles do not belong to Edwin, and while those lips may seem identical to Edwin’s, they are, in fact, different. When I shall finally have that little cock and those little balls in my mouth, it shall be a novel experience. And why must one feel compelled to intellectualise everything…
And here we are, live… or rather, he is, as we are to join him later. He is lying on the sand, a set of toes dipped in the pool, one leg bent… We can watch on a screen what the cameras are streaming, now fixating on his face, sucking on a lolly. He rolls over and the camera shifts to his ‘bubble’ arse… A hand follows, tugging at some of the fabric from his hole. He looks at the camera and snickers, then he is on all fours reaching for something – we are shown an object, the average girth of a cock, yet much longer – he digs for it and reveals the entire length to us – roughly two feet long. It is a shade of purple, translucent, reminiscent of a long tentacle, and it seems to be writhing in his hand… struggling... After securing it, he leaps into the pool – he is soaked and the toy is glistening, looking far more animated! Yet, somehow, this must have indicated to him that it has been subdued, for he releases it into the water and resumes his position on all fours at the pool’s edge. Awaiting… yet not for long, for we can see two of his fingers likely entering his hole – decidedly inside his hole! Ooh… Wet… Tight... He must have determined that it needs further lubrication – it is more about teasing us, as he can become lubricated ‘naturally’ – indeed, his hole is designed to allow that. In any case, he gives those very fingers a lick and plunges them back into his hole – albeit briefly, for the toy, resembling a snake now, is emerging from the depths and in no time it is pressing – what I take to be its head – against the very target to which we all aspire to affix ourselves. It prevails without contest as he extracts his fingers and allows the beast to take its place. Oh, how he squirms and moans... even before the first inch is swallowed in…
Felix joins in – I mean, I am aware that those feet are indeed Felix’s, yet the audience remains oblivious. He fondles a cheek, his fingers sinking into its softness, choosing not to disturb the beast for the moment – the beast that has half of its length nestled inside Fifi’s hole. With his other hand, Felix is tugging cheerfully at his own cock. To be honest, I am doing likewise, though I remain off-camera – hmm, perhaps it is time I revealed myself…
I kneel on the other side of Fifi, close to his mouth – he takes my cock into his mouth without opening his eyes – every last bit of it! Ah, Edwin, how I have missed your tiny mouth… and your tongue… I untie the string at his hip, and then the other, and one burden is lifted. As for the remaining one, all two feet of it are now inside him, I daresay writhing inside him just as he wriggles.
Felix has to exert effort to pull it out, and he succeeds, yet the tentacle returns, this time entirely slipping back in the blink of an eye – poor Fifi almost bites my cock. When he finally manages to extract it completely, it transforms – it is considerably thinner now. Equally intrigued as I am, he sets it free to ascertain its destination – to Fifi’s cock, coiling around it.
I detach from his mouth and for a brief instant, I find it rather curious why Felix refrains from immersing himself in there – Sebastian’s edicts are unyielding, and seemingly they are applicable even to Edwin’s replicas – that mouth shall not be acquainted with any other cock! It is sacred!
Fifi calls it ‘boy pussy’ – I take a few eager licks, savouring both its rim, and as far as my tongue can venture – quite a considerable distance – and then, though not entirely sated, I drive the entirety of my cock inside him – he lets out a cry, and even more so when I start to move. Ah… God... Yet I am a fair participant, hence after several thrusts, I allow Felix to experience the snugness.
He takes his time, the poor fellow, and I bear him no ill will, yet it is nearly time to conclude the performance. He is aware of this as well, for he releases inside and extracts himself.
In this final act – the climax – I slip under Fifi, securing him against me by his waist, and allow my cock to glide back into his dripping hole.
Felix finds it somewhat challenging to align his with mine, yet with Fifi’s intervention – the whore tugs at his cheeks to widen them just as he bounces on my cock – we are both squeezed inside. He has become still, allowing us to charge as lads do with their swords against one another, yet in a most exalted setting.
Fifi is, in a way, more whorish than Edwin – or perhaps they are simply different aspects of whorishness – for he now gently pushes Felix aside and asks that he lies down before me, so that our cocks are almost in contact. Once he is pleased with our stances, he lowers himself to take in both Felix and myself. Oh, and how he stirs us inside...
Thank you, Edwin! I understand this to be your exquisite present to me...
