Peachy Keen Films – Deadly Interrogation 2
Categories: Death Fetish, Necro, Brutal Amazons, Fantasy Snuff, Petra
Description: Agent St. Clair receives her next assignment. She must infiltrate a crime syndicate that is making real snuff films.
She arrives at the office, wearing almost nothing, ready for her interview. They fall for it, and once she restrains the suspect, she is able to extract the needed information. Now, all she has to do, is get back to headquarters.
Unfortunately, she thwarted when a man confronts and attacks her. After a short fight, she is out. Unconscious. They fuck her pussy with a large dildo, a wake up call, but what they don’t expect is she is right back into attack mode. It does not last long. Two large men against one small, though tough, agent girl. They beat her down then one holds her as she is threatened with a knife.
She holds her ground, spitting at her opponent–fearless. So, he stabs her. She passes out after witnessing the fresh blood leaking out of the hole in her breast. They kick her bloody, then take her to: The Warehouse.
Three days they spend torturing her.
First, the hook her up to a shock box. They put a steal dildo in her cunt–550 volts. It burns her flesh as it fries her, streams of sparks like a wielding station drip to the floor and singe in the growing puddle of blood beneath her.
But, that is just the foreplay. These men have no souls. They beat her relentlessly. The burn her with a soldiering iron. They beat her with pipes, wrenches, fists, and sledge hammers. They whip her mercilessly. They mutilate her nipples with instruments of .
All the while, they periodically turn the shock box back on, sparks pour out of her pussy. They record this on video too—so they will have a movie to sell when they are done.
Agent St. Clair is a bloody peace of meat near the end, but after all they do over the 3 days, she still will not talk.
They keep her alive all this time, by injecting her periodically with an adrenaline concoction–right to her chest.
Finally, in the end, pliers on her nipple are what gets her to talk. As a reward, he rips her nipple completely off, feeding it to her, forcing her to swallow it.
Then, her bladder releases–yellow piss all over the floor mixing with the pool of blood. She is done, no more fight. They flip on the shock box and let it go for a long, long time until she is barely twitching. Agent St. Clair is dead.