Category: Torture sex

Sadistic Phone Sex is The Best Finale For You

Sadistic Phone Sex with your sadistic queen, the architect of exquisite endings, I am Morticia. Understand, men don’t just submit to me; they surrender their last breath for my pleasure.
Tonight, you lie bound spread-eagled on my black silk sheets, cock rigid and leaking despite the terror in your eyes.
First, I trail a single gloved finger down your chest, over your trembling stomach, and circle the head of your shaft. Weakened, you whimper when I squeeze—hard—drawing a bead of precum that I smear across your lips.
Then, Breaking the silence, “Tonight,” I whisper, climbing astride you, “you don’t cum and live. You cum and die.”
Next, I sink down slowly, letting my tight, wet heat swallow every inch of you. Then your hips buck involuntarily, but the ropes hold you still. As I ride you with deliberate cruelty—long, grinding strokes that drag my walls along your length, milking you without mercy.

Sadistic Phone Sex is Your Means to an End

As I ride, my firm breasts sway above your face; I lean forward and smother you briefly, letting you taste the edge of suffocation. Undoubtedly, you’re close already. In fact, I feel it in the desperate throb inside me.
Finally, I reach for the silk cord coiled beside the bed. With a wicked smile, I loop it around your throat—loose at first, then tighter as I quicken my pace.
Instinctively, your eyes widen, panic flashing as the pressure builds. As I ride harder, pussy clenching rhythmically, forcing you toward the brink.
“Beg me,” I hiss, pulling the cord just enough to make your face redden.
“Please… Morticia…” you choke out. I yank it tight. Your body arches violently beneath me, cock swelling impossibly thicker as oxygen flees.
Finally, I grind down savagely, chasing my own climax while your vision darkens. The moment your final, frantic thrust drives deepest, I cum—walls spasming around you, flooding your shaft with my release.
That’s when you break. Your cock erupts inside me, pulse after thick pulse, even as your struggles weaken. I keep the cord taut, riding your dying spasms, milking every last drop from your twitching body until you go still.
Only then do I loosen the silk and lean down to kiss your cooling lips. “Perfect,” I murmur, still impaled on your lifeless cock.
“You came…and you died. Exactly as promised.” I stay there a while longer, savoring the warmth fading inside me.
Another beautiful snuff sex victim for my dark fantasies collection.
Who’s next? Kneel and beg, darling. Morticia is always hungry.
Sadistic Phone Sex

Knife Play Phone Sex is What a Sadistic Bitch Wants More of in 2026

knife play phone sexLet’s ring in a new year with some knife play phone sex. I want to make this year more murderous. The world seems too full of idiots. I mean some people seem so stupid I wonder if they even remember to breathe. My knife kills stupid people, but it kills assholes too. And some of these stupid people seem to be both stupid and assholes.

New Year’s Eve seemed full of stupid people and assholes. But I couldn’t kill them all. So, I just assess who might be the biggest asshole in the room. And that honor went to Ben from Nebraska. In town for the holidays. Poor Ben. He never made it back to Nebraska. In a couple days he’ll be bear shit.

I went to my local Goth bar to ring in the new year with an adult cocktail. But I went there for a reason, and it wasn’t to be social. I wanted to hunt. I never kill my fellow Goth people. But in a Goth bar, on any given night, people come to start shit. Some people who should be starring in a snuff sex film, not walking around in my bar.

Ben came into our Goth bar and started insulting all the women. And then he took it further when women rejected him. Apparently, women like us who don’t want to marry and push out a bunch of brats are killing America. I tried to explain to him that just because we don’t want to birth brats with an asshole like him does not mean we don’t want families. Caveman thinking will kill this country.

I Plan on More Sadistic Kills in 2026

His archaic thinking that women owe men and that we exist just for men to breed needed checked. I can’t let men walk around with such stupid thoughts in their head. And I could not risk him breeding some weak woman and turning her into a “trad wife.”

Perhaps I earned an Academy award nomination with my performance. I suddenly acted like a woman who wanted to breed Ben some little brats. So, I brought him home and I stabbed him to death. But I tortured him first. I carved up his cock better than a Christmas ham.

And I made the torture last. Little cuts all over his body. As I cut his flesh, I poured alcohol into his wounds to make it hurt even more. I subjected him to a lot of torture sex. And I even castrated him for shits and giggles. Normally, I don’t castrate a man who I plan to murder. What’s the point? His junk will not work in the afterlife anyway. But I wanted him to feel the pain and understand that he would never impregnate a woman again.

I’m a sadistic bitch. This I know. I embrace my inner bitch. But I couldn’t let Ben continue to walk around with his archaic thinking, insulting women, and maybe even forcing himself on women. We don’t need more caveman in this world. So, I just took out the garbage on New Year’s Eve. And I will be taking out the garbage every single day of this year. So, you just better not piss me off because murder is on my mind.

Torture Sex is What Men Need More of This New Year

torture sexI want more torture sex in 2026. Not to receive but to give. I discovered that I enjoy kidnapping and torturing young schoolgirls. And to think when I bought my freedom, one young schoolgirl at a time, I felt guilty. I don’t even recognize that bitch anymore. Young girls today seem like a much different breed than when I grew up. I served as a submissive sex slave for my father and all his friends. I never once thought about talking back to them. Or trying to change the narrative. Not back then.

But I did eventually change my narrative. I went from a submissive slave to a bad ass bitch and switch. I’m no longer a scared little girl who takes orders from older men. I’m calling the shots now. And I offer myself up as an experienced accomplice phone sex partner so men can enjoy a young teen girl. Although I take the risks so men can enjoy those tight little slits, we must adhere to strict guidelines, so we never get busted.

If you want to fly under the radar, you will listen to your accomplice. Last weekend, I helped John fuck a hot teen slut. A little gold digger at a young age. Not only did she cost him money, but she blackmailed him too. Apparently, TikTok taught her how to get older men to want her so she could extort them over their perverted thoughts for young girls. Although I’m not saying I would not do that if I grew up in a different world, I am not an opportunist. Use men for money and cock, yes. Tease them and extort them, no.

If We Kill a Hot Teen Slut Together, You Should Fuck Her Too

But I know a young girl should be servicing you not blackmailing you. A young girl should feel grateful for the attention you give her. And a young girl should be spreading her legs and doing whatever perverted thing an older man wants her to do. So, I’m always going to help men like you take care of their girl problems. Girls like that give all women a bad name.

So, I helped Lenny kill this hot teen slut who blackmailed him. I made her disappear right after Christmas. But of course, I allowed him to have fun with her first. You can want a girl dead and still want to fuck her too. Why enjoy her before she becomes fish food. And Lenny liked my idea of using her before I killed her and after I killed her too. Fucking a recently dead girl seems no different than fucking a girl you drugged. Her pussy still feels warm and tight on your cock.

So, I encouraged Lenny to make a teen rape porn movie with his little blackmailing slut. And wow, did he enjoy that. He told me he never felt anything tighter. And he got such a rush fucking her right after I strangled her. Since he enjoyed our time together so much, he hired me again to kill another girl next week. I may have created a monster. But I understand. I didn’t enjoy murdering at first and now I can’t get enough of it.

Bondage Phone Sex is Extreme with Me

bondage phone sexWell, this bondage phone sex whore thought she had enough cocaine to get through the holidays. But my fucking sister-in-law found my stash and flushed it down the toilet. She remains clueless about what I did for that cocaine. I hate that bitch as much as she hates me. All my husband’s sisters hate me because they see me as a gold digger. I make my own money. And I use my own body for my cocaine habit.

She threatened to tell my husband, and I told her to go ahead because he knows I use cocaine. But he also knows I don’t spend his money for it either. I took the wind out of her sails. But I still needed more cocaine, especially since my husband’s sisters decided to visit for the holiday.

I tried to get a hold of Marcus my regular drug dealer because he just fucks me with his big black cock. Nothing extreme. Maybe occasionally he makes me his ass rape porn star, but I can handle anal sex.

So, I texted Charles. He just likes to tie women up and fuck them. And sometimes piss on them. But he pays well. It’s his fetish. He’s not an official snuff maker or anything. Just an old man with a kink for bondage and a wife who won’t let him tie up even her pinky finger. So, he uses his money to pay druggie whores like me to explore his fetish.

Just When I Think I Have Enough Cocaine, I Don’t

But I don’t know if he experienced some holiday anger or not, but he went harder on me this time. Harder than normal. I’ve maybe worked for him six times, I think. And I’ve always left relatively unscathed, except for the ligature marks on my wrists and ankles. After this time, however, those ligature marks appear around my neck too, and my tits. Also rope burns between my pussy lips. So, now it burns every time I pee.

He tied me up better than butcher ties up a side of beef. But when he tied up, he whipped me and pissed on me too. He broke skin in a few areas and let me tell you how much piss burns an open wound. He started beating on me too. I just tried not to bite my tongue off, endure the pain and get the fuck out of there. But like I said, he appeared to be in some sort of mood. And not a good one.

But he didn’t kill me luckily. I almost wanted to die so I didn’t need to deal with my fucking sisters in law. To cover up my neck marks, I wore a turtleneck. However, as a taboo phone sex whore, this sort of thing happens often. I’m alive at least. But  I will need to hide my cocaine better in the future.

Strangulation Phone Sex Where Layla Enjoys Being Choked Out

Strangulation Phone SexSteam clouds the bathroom, wrapping me in warmth as the water slides over my skin. I’m lost in the rhythm of the shower when a sharp noise makes me freeze… a soft creak of the floorboards. My pulse jumps, and a wicked shiver runs through me. My heart races, but it’s not fear… it’s excitement, tingling, hot, and delicious.

I bite my lip, imagining him… the intruder… mask hiding his face, hands tracing just the outline of my body. I gasp softly and think about the way we played earlier, how even the fantasy of him teasing me brings the memory of Strangulation Phone Sex to life, making me wetter, shivering, aching for more. Every step he takes sends a thrill curling through me, every imagined touch igniting me from head to toe.

I let out a soft moan when he presses against me, careful, teasing, letting me feel his weight behind me. My hands wander over myself as I tremble, imagining every teasing brush of his hands, every touch that makes me moan into the steam. I tilt my head back, lips parted, letting my body arch, needing, wanting more.

The tension coils tighter as he whispers filthy, naughty things only I can hear… words that make me shiver and whimper, imagining his hands everywhere, teasing me, making me tremble. I moan low, needy, loving every second, letting the fantasy play out as if it’s real, letting myself melt against him.

I imagine him gripping me tighter, pressing me against the wall of the shower, teasing, making me shiver, moan, beg. My breaths are fast, shallow, broken by soft, dirty little gasps. Every imagined touch, every whisper, every hot, teasing movement makes me ache, desperate, dripping, lost in the lust of it all.

I arch, quivering, imagining him pulling me closer, holding me just enough to drive me insane, letting me come undone under the weight of the fantasy. My moans fill the shower, echoing, urgent and raw, soft little cries of pleasure that only belong to him… and me.

I then give in to him loving the way he chokes my neck roughly, he knows exactly how I like it and why it makes my pussy super wet. I lean back under the water, imagining him slipping away, leaving me hot, dripping, craving, and desperate for the next time we play, knowing this wicked little fantasy is ours to replay, again and again.

 

Rape phone sex fantasies make my cunt squirt everywhere

Rape phone sex fantasies

Rape phone sex fantasies make my sloppy wet cunt squirt hard all over. My horny fucking pussy just has so many dark, sick rape fantasies. It’s so easy for me to talk about. I cum more times than I can count in a day just thinking about it.

Fuck I can’t help it, I am addicted to it. I crave to have my holes completely resized. Obliterate me and turn me into nothing but a sex doll.

I don’t care how bad it hurts. If I squirm, make it hurt more, and don’t let me squirm away. I live for it. The torture and my clothes being ripped right off me. 

Humiliating me wherever you can by simply degrading me. And fucking me like a worthless, nasty cum bucket for you. I’ll make the perfect pocket pussy that you can reuse over and over again. Something I just have to have it my slutty throat squeezed. 

More of everything, my holes get more horny just fantasizing about it and being all sprawled out on the slimy and dirty locker room floor.

At the same time, I begged my coach just to demolish me. All I could do was moan and whimper. I was unable to move.

What I really want is for my petite little body to be tossed around. Wanting it so fucking bad. It’s all I can fucking think about. Getting what I deserve, I love being a cum rag too much. Unable to control wanting to beg for more. 

Please give me your sticky load. I love when I’m sore the next day. All I’m thinking about is how I can get violently taken and abused. I love helping too, it’s always so fun bringing my friend and watching her get taken. Especially when I get her all fucked up and then bring her to have her holes all fucked at once.  

Evil Phone Sex is The Best w/a Seductive Goddess Killer

Evil phone sex goddess Morticia hunts at night. And when I am hunting any man may fall into my trap. And when you do fall into my trap you fall under my spell.

When I am out stalking for fresh blood, and flesh my mind is focused and my cunt is wet. What’s more arousing than having a man’s pride and power wither under my spell? Well, I tell you nothing! It’s the most delicious thing. Well next to the taste of blood from my victim with the mixture of arousal and fear.

Evil Phone Sex Makes My Sadistic Needs Fed… Slightly

First guy that approached me took a total of two minutes of me entering the Black Rose. As he slid in next to me at the bar he took it onto himself to buy my drink. With great annoyance I asked him what made him think I needed charity?

Obviously, this guy thought he was some kind of smooth operator. So all I could think next is to get to the point. So I asked if he wanted a blowjob. Smiling as sweetly as I could but my eyes certainly twinkled with evil.

When we got outside I asked him where his car was. And we went to it. Well, it was clean and a luxury sedan with leather seats. As I slid in the passenger seat I asked if he would prefer we go back to his place. With hopes that it would be sound proof and that we are alone.

And my hopes were accredited with a nice little warehouse that was all his. Then I noticed that we were the same. His set up was rigged with a hidden dungeon and there I found some sweet young pussy. When he tried to push me down and overtake me I slipped my knife out and stabbed him.

Snuff Sex is just the most amazing fun

First stab was to the nuts. The next cut with be his neck. As he gurgled and bled out I went to that young piece of ass. Then I texted one of my perverts the address and finished off my prey.

Once I rode the dick to my own delight I severed his head completely. As I finished with his dick I cut it off as well. After all I need my trophy. And the girls well the pervert arrived and took his use of her as well. But only after I cut her head off and pissed down her throat right onto his dick.

Evil Phone Sex

Snuff Porn Might Kill Me But it Earns Me Coke

snuff pornLast night felt like a snuff porn nightmare. My last night before the holidays to score some cocaine. I always need extra during the holidays because my sons and all their friends stay home from school for a couple weeks. And I need to be in tiptop shape. I went to a few drug dealers who couldn’t help me out because they did not have any product. So desperate times call for desperate measures. And I want to see Luke.

Luke makes my stepson look like a member of the Mickey Mouse club. Luke hates mothers. Like with a passion. Apparently, his mother screwed him up somewhere along the way. And now he makes snuff flicks of sons simulating murdering their mothers. I just told myself I’ve been through worse. And I’ll likely be through worse in the future at this rate. So, I sucked it up and kept my eye on the prize.

The man who would be my son and executioner, stood almost 7 feet tall. That alone made me shit a brick. That guy could kill me with his pinky and index finger. Seriously though, I did feel scared. But at least Luke let me do a line of coke before he started the snuff sex scene. The executioner showed me no mercy. Why would he, I guess. He threw me across the room. My head hit a cement wall so hard it took a chunk out of my forehead. Blood trickled down my face, and we were less than five minutes into a 30-minute feature film.

Mommy Takes a Beating So She Can Get Cocaine

Perhaps throwing me around like a beach ball seemed like foreplay to this dude. Because the next thing I knew he scooped me up with a thumb in my ass and hurled me in the air like it was an Olympic sport and he wanted the gold medal. And as I laid on the ground, battered, beaten, and bloody, he decided strangulation phone sex might be fun. His hands choked the life out of me. I lost consciousness a few times too.

This man beat me to a pulp while Luke rolled the camera. He told me it was my best work yet. Of course it was. He almost fucking killed me about halfway through this little snuff flick. I almost wanted to die. He gave me the money for Coke. But not enough to get as much Coke as I need to heal my pain and get through the end of the year. If my sons only knew the things that I endure just so I can be a good mommy whore for them.

Killer Phone Sex with Layla Craving Your Attention and Rules

Killer Phone Sex

The house is too quiet, and every sound feels louder than it should. I move slowly, barefoot on cold floors wearing only a t-shirt with no panties, heart racing because I know you’re close. You always pretend you’re here to hurt me, to scare me, to test how far I’ll go before I break. This is Killer phone sex, and even thinking about you crossing my threshold makes my body react before my mind can catch up.

I should be terrified. I am terrified. But the fear curls into something warmer, heavier, pooling low and making my knees weak. I hate how much I crave your attention, how much I melt when you set rules and act like you don’t care what happens to me. You play cruel because it’s safer than admitting you feel something real.

I stand there, breathing shallow, imagining your presence filling the room. You’d move slow, controlled, pretending you’re dangerous while fighting the urge to touch me gently instead. I feel exposed, watched, powerless… and I love it. The tension makes my skin buzz, makes me ache for you to come closer even as I’m scared you will.

I whisper your name like it’s a mistake, like saying it might summon you. I know you’d tell me to be quiet, to behave, to stop looking so tempting. You’d hate how badly you want me, how hard it is to keep pretending this is just a game.

I crave the way you make me feel trapped and chosen at the same time. I crave the rules, the fear, the heat of knowing you’d never really hurt me… even if you try to convince yourself you could. The thought of you ripping my guts apart makes my pussy super wet. 

Knowing how you stalk me through my window, and sometimes sneak in my house while I shower, blows my mind to pieces. I stand there shaking, wet, breathless, waiting. Not for violence. For you to finally stop pretending you don’t love me.

Torture Sex with Cora – You can do whatever you want!

Torture Sex

 

Torture Sex gets misunderstood in hardcore BDSM, so I’m here to be clear instead of polite. 

If I want a man to wrap all my limbs in chains and ropes. Make me beg and cry while fucking me raw, then that is my choice. If that is how I like to have sex and get fucked, so be it. 

You could be pouring hot wax on my nipples and labia, making me feel that sweet, hot sensation of the burning. 

Or maybe you’d be happier putting a ball gag in my mouth, so you only hear my muffled screams. 

But painful taboo sex like this goes both ways. I’d love to put your cock in a cage and watch it twitch and squirm while I tease you with my cute little pussy. 

 

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