Tara was one of those kids you’ve probably encountered whose rich parents pay for her to live a life of luxury while she is at college. She lives in apartment with a roommate, but her folks pay her rent, lease a BMW X5 for her, and send her mad wads of cheddar frequently to throw away on clothes and other such unwise investments.
Recently, Tara expressed a fascination in something called Realdolls. I didn’t know what she was talking about at first, but for a few days, whenever we would talk, she would bring the topic back to Realdolls over and over again. So when I asked her what a Realdoll was, she sent me the link to the official website.
A Realdoll is actually a sex toy put together by Hollywood special effects experts that is a life-size effigy of a woman (though they do offer one style of male). They are made out of silicone with an artificial skeleton, just like The Terminator. However, they could easily be mistaken for a motionless, drugged up human being by anyone who didn’t know it was a doll in advance. The photos on the website sent chills up my spine and made my stomach a little uneasy. Close-ups of the faces looked like real model shots but something was horribly wrong. It was like seeing a car crash, or some sort of horrible, mutilating sports blooper clip where it became too horrific to look away. The photos that weirded me out the most were the photos of smiling amputee Realdolls and the photos of a male and a female Realdoll having anal sex, while her yawning artificial vagina dilated to the point of looking like the infamous Mandingo had lost his fire hydrant-sized dick inside of it.
Tara kept talking about Realdolls and how she wanted to get many of them and have a tea party. I must admit, I started to understand her fascination with having a frighteningly realistic human body or bodies to leave around the house as a social experiment and see how others would react. But frankly, I’m a martial artist of six years now, and when I found out that life-size dolls exist that are anatomically correct and have false skeletons, I wanted to try out all of the fun techniques I learned in my Juji-tsu classes that I was never able to actually finish performing in practice, because actually continuing through with the compound fracture would be an immoral thing to do to any training partner. But a Realdoll? Performing some of the most horrendous techniques I’ve learned on a human body that felt no pain would fulfill all sorts of primal fantasies in my mind, the mind of a trained body maimer. I fantasized about locking the doll’s bent arm between my shins and putting the weight down on my front knee to crack the forearm bones clear out of the silicone, permanently ruining the arm of a human-sized toy the cost of a used car.
I guess Tara must have saved up a bunch of money from her ecstasy dealing and needed to get rid of it quick. One day I came into her house and I saw Tara with a new haircut on the couch, gawking at Law & Order, so I figured she was hung over again. As I walked over, I noticed that whoever it was merely looked similar to Tara, but her eyes looked dead, and she wasn’t responding. I touched her clammy, Jello-like arm, and instantly leaped back out of shock and terror. Just then, the real Tara walked through the door, and cheerfully told me she has a new roommate: her Realdoll clone, which she named T2. She apparently ordered one custom-made to look like her by money order, and it had fooled me from a distance. But such behavior was not that much of a surprise from Tara, and although I thought it was a foolish use of her parents’ money, I didn’t care to even discuss that with her.
About a month later, Tara left me alone in her apartment to finish watching a movie while she went out clothes shopping, because she is naïve and will trust anyone. After a while, curiosity got the best of me and I went to her room to find her Realdoll, which was dressed in a skanky police officer costume for Halloween. The fact that it was dressed like a cop made the act even more sweet and delicious to me.
I instantly grabbed the doll by the wrist, and performed a violent shoulder throw, slamming the hundred-pound doll on the ground with a horrible thud that muffled something breaking. I adjusted my grip on the wrist and twisted the arm, breaking it at the shoulder. It was incredible. My heart pounded and my adrenaline pumped in a way it never had before. I twisted my body and performed the move I previously described, shattering the arm and breaking the grey plastic skeletal frame out of the forearm. The rush was indescribable, and I don’t know how it happened, but performing all of that harm to a human form aroused me sexually beyond control, and I proceeded to tear the clothes off of the doll and I wrecked its cold and clammy anal opening without any kind of lubrication. The temperature of the false anus made it difficult to maintain an erection, so I was forced to break joints in the doll while I tore open its artificial O-ring in order to reach orgasm. About three seconds before the orgasm happened, Tara walked in to witness my climax while I put her torn apart Realdoll in an ankle lock. She closed the door and once I was done, I put my pants on, left the doll there, and escaped out of her first story window.
Since then, things have been a little awkward between Tara and me. Whenever I come over to hang out with her roommate, she just sits there and watches Law & Order on DVD. It’s not like she doesn’t say hello, she just seems kind of depressed now, as though somehow I had violated her, by proxy. But she still pays for the pizza when we order out, and gets us all Netflix.
