Sana woke up to the sound of wet, rhythmic slapping.

Her eyes fluttered open slowly. For a second she thought she was still dreaming. But then she felt the restraints.

Her wrists were tied above her head to the headboard with soft black ropes. Her ankles were spread and tied to the bottom corners of the bed. She was completely naked, legs open, body on full display.

And right in front of her, in the middle of the large bedroom, Arman was fucking a sex doll.

It was a high-quality, realistic doll — full breasts, soft skin, long hair, and a very detailed pussy. Arman had bent it over the edge of a sturdy wooden table, gripping its hips hard as he slammed into it from behind. The wet, obscene sounds of his cock pounding the doll’s artificial cunt filled the room.

Sana’s eyes widened.

Arman noticed she was awake. He didn’t stop. He just looked straight at her while he kept fucking the doll, his thrusts slow and deep.

“Good morning, my little whore,” he said, voice rough and calm. “Sleep well?”

Sana pulled at the ropes instinctively, her heart pounding. “Arman… what—”

He smirked and slapped the doll’s ass hard, the sound sharp.

“I wanted you to watch,” he said simply. “Wanted you to see exactly what happens when my little slut isn’t available to take my cock first thing in the morning.”

He grabbed the doll’s fake tits from behind and squeezed them roughly while he fucked it harder, eyes locked on Sana the entire time.

“Look at it,” he growled. “Look how easily this doll takes my cock. No resistance. No tight virgin cunt to stretch. Just a warm, wet hole for me to use.”

Sana’s face burned. She couldn’t look away. Her pussy was already getting wet against her will, watching Arman’s thick cock disappear into the doll again and again.

Arman noticed the way her thighs twitched.

He laughed darkly. “Getting wet already? You like watching me fuck something else while you’re tied up like a helpless little toy?”

He pulled out of the doll and walked over to the bed, his cock shiny and hard. He grabbed Sana’s face roughly and made her look at him.

“Open,” he ordered.

Sana parted her lips. Arman pushed his cock into her mouth without warning, fucking her throat in a few slow thrusts before pulling back out.

“Taste that?” he taunted. “That’s what a doll’s pussy tastes like. Clean. Easy. Not like your messy, cum-filled whore cunt from last night.”

He went back to the doll and slammed back inside it, fucking it even harder now while Sana watched, tied and dripping.

“This doll doesn’t talk back,” he said between thrusts. “Doesn’t beg. Doesn’t moan like a desperate slut when I slap its ass.” He delivered three hard slaps to the doll’s fake ass. “It just takes whatever I give it.”

He looked straight at Sana again.

“But you…” His voice dropped lower, filthier. “You’re better than any fucking doll. Because you’re real. Because you cry and moan and beg when I use you. Because your tits bounce when I fuck you. Because your tight little pussy clenches around me like it never wants to let go.”

He fucked the doll faster, the table shaking.

“But right now, I’m going to finish inside this doll while you watch. And you’re going to stay tied there, dripping and desperate, knowing that this could’ve been your cunt instead.”

Sana whimpered, pulling at the ropes. Her nipples were hard, her pussy visibly wet and clenching around nothing.

“Arman… please…” she whispered.

He grinned, dark and cruel.

“Please what, my little slut? Please untie you? Please fuck you instead of this doll?” He slapped the doll’s ass again. “Beg properly.”

Sana’s voice came out shaky and needy.

“Please… fuck me instead. I’m your whore, not that doll. I want your cock. I want you to use me like you used it… please, Arman.”

Arman slowed down his thrusts into the doll, eyes burning into hers.

He pulled out, walked back to the bed, and climbed over Sana’s tied body. He didn’t untie her. Instead, he straddled her chest and grabbed both her breasts, squeezing them together around his cock.

“You want to be used?” he growled, starting to fuck her tits while she was still tied down. “Then take it like the desperate little doll you are.”

He thrust between her soft breasts, the head of his cock bumping against her lips with every stroke.

“Open your mouth, whore.”

Sana opened obediently. Every time his cock pushed forward, she sucked the head, tasting the doll’s lube mixed with his precum.

Arman groaned, squeezing her tits harder around his shaft.

“Fuck… look at you. Tied up, watching me fuck a doll, and now letting me use your tits and mouth like a good little cumrag. You really are better than any toy.”

He kept fucking her breasts while dirty talking, occasionally slapping them or pinching her nipples.

“I should buy more dolls,” he said darkly. “Line them up and fuck them one by one while you’re tied right here watching. Would you like that, my little slut? Watching your man use fake pussies because your real one is too busy being tied up and dripping?”

Sana moaned around his cock, eyes glassy with lust and humiliation.

“Yes…” she whispered when he pulled back. “I’d watch… I’d get so wet watching you…”

Arman smirked and leaned down, kissing her hard and messy while still squeezing her breasts.

“Good girl,” he murmured against her lips. “But don’t worry. I’m not done with you yet this morning.”

He reached down between her spread, tied legs and pushed two fingers into her soaked pussy.

“You’re going to stay tied here a little longer,” he said, fingering her slowly while kissing her neck. “And I’m going to decide whether I fuck this doll again… or finally give my real little whore what she’s begging for.”

Arman didn’t untie Sana completely.

He only loosened the ropes on her wrists enough so she could move her arms but not escape the bed. Her ankles stayed tied wide apart. She was still completely naked, legs spread, pussy dripping and on full display.

He picked up the sex doll and placed it right next to Sana on the bed — both of them side by side, one real, one fake.

“Look at you two,” Arman said with a dark smirk, stroking his cock as he looked down at them. “My real little whore and my fake fuckdoll. Both of you are just holes for me to use this morning.”

He grabbed Sana’s hair and made her turn her head toward the doll.

“Kiss it,” he ordered. “Kiss the doll’s lips like you’re making out with it.”

Sana hesitated for only a second before leaning in and pressing her mouth against the doll’s cold, silicone lips. Arman groaned at the sight.

“That’s it… good girl. Now lick its tongue. Show me how nasty my little slut can be.”

Sana obeyed, sliding her tongue into the doll’s open mouth, making out with it sloppily while Arman watched and stroked himself.

“Fuck, that’s filthy,” he growled. “My tied-up whore making out with a sex doll. You’re even more of a depraved little cumrag than I thought.”

He climbed onto the bed and positioned the doll on its back. Then he grabbed Sana and pulled her on top of the doll so she was straddling it — her pussy pressed against the doll’s fake one, their tits touching.

“Rub your cunt on it,” Arman commanded, voice rough. “Grind your wet whore pussy against this doll’s pussy while I watch.”

Sana moaned as she started moving her hips, rubbing her soaked slit up and down against the doll’s smooth, fake cunt. The feeling was strange and humiliating… and it made her even wetter.

Arman moved behind her and slapped her ass hard.

“Look at you,” he snarled. “Humping a fucking sex doll like a desperate bitch in heat. Is this what you’ve become? A tied-up slut who fucks toys because I told her to?”

“Yes…” Sana gasped, still grinding. “I’m your desperate little doll-fucker…”

Arman grabbed her hips and pushed her forward slightly so her face was near the doll’s chest. Then he lined his cock up with Sana’s dripping pussy and slammed into her from behind in one rough thrust.

Sana cried out.

Arman started fucking her hard while she was on top of the doll, her tits rubbing against the doll’s fake breasts with every thrust.

“Fuck… this is better than any threesome,” he groaned, pounding into her. “I’ve got my real whore’s tight cunt and a fake doll’s body to play with. Look at you — getting fucked while your tits are rubbing all over another pair of tits.”

He reached around and grabbed both of Sana’s breasts, squeezing them hard and pushing them against the doll’s chest.

“Rub your nipples on it,” he ordered. “I want to see my little slut’s hard nipples dragging over this doll’s tits while I fuck you like a whore.”

Sana obeyed, moaning as she moved her chest, rubbing her sensitive nipples against the doll’s fake ones while Arman fucked her brutally from behind.

Arman’s dirty talk got even filthier.

“You’re nothing but a set of holes now,” he growled, slapping her ass hard. “A real pussy and a pair of real tits… but right now you’re just a fucktoy getting used on top of another fucktoy. My personal doll collection.”

He pulled out of Sana suddenly and flipped the doll onto its stomach. He made Sana lie on top of it again, face to face with the doll, then shoved his cock back into Sana’s pussy while she was pressed against it.

“Kiss the doll while I fuck you,” he ordered. “I want to hear you moaning into its mouth like a nasty little whore.”

Sana kissed the doll sloppily, moaning loudly into its mouth as Arman fucked her even harder.

“This is what you are,” he snarled, pounding her deep. “A doll-fucking, doll-kissing, cum-hungry slut. I should keep both of you tied to this bed — you and this fake whore — and use whichever hole I feel like. Maybe I’ll fuck the doll’s ass while you lick its pussy. Or maybe I’ll fuck your mouth while you finger the doll’s cunt.”

Sana was shaking, overwhelmed by the filth and the feeling of being used like this.

“Please…” she moaned into the doll’s mouth. “Use me… use both of us… I’m your dirty little doll whore…”

Arman groaned and pulled out again. He flipped Sana onto her back next to the doll, then straddled the doll’s chest and started fucking its fake tits while looking down at Sana.

“Watch,” he said. “Watch me use this doll’s tits while you’re tied here leaking like a broken faucet.”

He fucked the doll’s breasts roughly for a minute, then moved over to Sana and shoved his cock between her real tits, fucking them while she was still tied.

“Which pair feels better, huh?” he taunted. “The fake doll tits or your real whore tits?”

“Mine…” Sana whimpered. “My tits are better… please use mine…”

Arman laughed darkly and kept switching — fucking the doll’s tits for a few strokes, then Sana’s, back and forth, making her watch every time he used the doll instead of her.

Finally, he grabbed Sana’s legs, pushed them back, and slammed into her pussy again while the doll lay right beside them.

“I’m going to cum inside my real whore now,” he growled, fucking her deep and hard. “But you’re going to thank me for using the doll first. Say it.”

“Thank you for fucking the doll…” Sana moaned, voice wrecked. “Thank you for making me watch… thank you for using your little doll-fucking slut…”

Arman came hard with a groan, burying himself deep inside Sana and flooding her pussy with thick ropes of cum. He kept thrusting through his orgasm, pushing it deeper while the doll lay motionless beside them.

When he finally pulled out, he scooped some of his cum with two fingers and pushed it into Sana’s mouth, then did the same to the doll’s open lips.

“Clean up,” he ordered. “Both of you.”

Sana obediently sucked his fingers clean while staring at the doll’s cum-smeared mouth.

Arman looked down at his two “toys” — one real, one fake — and smirked.

“Best morning ever,” he said, already getting hard again. “Now… who should I fuck next? My real whore… or my fake one?”

He grabbed Sana’s chin and made her look at him.

“Beg for it, little slut. Tell me which hole you want me to use while the doll the watches"