Peachy Keen Films – Liar
Categories: Death Fetish, Necro, Brutal Amazons, Fantasy Snuff, Petra
Description: She was just a little liar. She lied to her teachers, she lied to her friends, she lied to get older boys to buy her drink and she was lying today. She sat, grounded in her room after being caught in a lie by her mom for the umpteenth time. She was on the phone with her friend, talking about the bored game she played with a telemarketer the other day. She pretended she was her mom, who was away at work, just to frustrate the caller.
Later, she was doing more of nothing and someone came to the door. She rushed to get into her “I’m a slut” clothes…..it was a guy, so she wanted to mess with him. She liked to tease.
She pretended she was home from college and promised to buy some magazines if he would take her for a drink afterwords. Then, she snuck off and called her friend, planning to call the cops after they arrived just to mess with him.
When she came back out, he was gone. She turned around and he knocked to too the floor. She screamed and struggled as he tossed her on the couch. He got her into a choke hold and she soon was out.
In the bedroom, she woke up, scared, tried to cover herself. He cuffed her behind her back and forced her to suck his cock. She was frightened but complied out of fear. She was clearly afraid and did not comprehend what her lie got her into.
When he called yesterday, he talked to an older, sexy woman–or so he thought. So, targeting her house, he did not expect to find her daughter. She said she was in collage–but she looked a little young. He would worry about her age after he finished with her.
Forcing her back on the bed, he raped, her, popping her cherry–blood and all. He was impressed that she had stayed a virgin so long. He flipped her over the back of a chair–now it was time to pop her ass cherry.
Curled up on the bed, he did not expect her to look so young an vulnerable. He looked at her homework on the table, nodded, then slipped next to her and let her lay her sweet young head on his lap. “How old are you?” he asked the crying, trembling girl. “I’m 18–I’m just in high school”, he could barely understand her before she started sobbing uncontrollably. ”
So, he changed his plans. Sort of. He comforted her, calmed her down, told her that he would wash her off, clean her up and leave. It would be like it never happened and the whole lie can be put behind her.
She sat on the couch, waiting for him. He walked out, told her the shower was ready and as she gone up, he pushed her hard down to the floor. She screamed and cried–what was going on, you promised. But he hadn’t promised anything really. And, he had never had anyone so young before. He had to experience it–so he moved forward.
He hogtied her tightly. As he did this, she screamed and whined in pain and discomfort. Once he had her tied securely, he straddled her, then fucked her mouth until he came on her tits. She was humiliated and exhausted. She just wanted it all to be over, to go away. Her mom would be home in a few hours, she would be so nice to her. She would never lie again.
It was true. He wrapped the rope around her neck and pulled. She freaked out, choking until he let it loos and she grasped for air. Before she could he pulled again, tighter. Again, he let go, before she was out. She was breathing, in a panic and he pulled again–this time for the last time.
She struggled for a while, a healthy girl like her–good lungs. But, in time, she slowly expired. They always did. The outcome of this procedure was always so reliable. He liked that. He let her head smack the carpet hard during the course of the strangle, but now let her relax. She was dead. Her eyes cracked open, her mouth agape. He rolled her to look her over one last time, then left her back on her stomach–in the hogtie.
This red head schoolgirl was now for the papers and he was off to find the next one. Now, he had a taste for new blood. Young blood. He wandered about her friends. Time to do some research.