Peachy Keen Films – Therapy Killer 1
Categories: Strangle, Death Fetish, Snuff Play, Shooting, Abuse, Rape, Bagging
Description: He sits quietly in her office, trying to share his deepest troubles, but is only scratching the surface of his problem. She has seen so many like this one, a loner, quiet, grief and pain kept deep inside. She wants to know what is troubling him. She has a way of finding out — hypno-therapy. It has worked before, it will work with him. She asks him to remember his lost love, Sarah. He does, and then she climbs up on the desk in front of him, asking him to imagine she is Sarah and to do the things he used to do to her. He does. Getting up, he moves toward her, licking her, feeling her wet warmth. He moves around her, behind her, starts to massage her neck. She is in ecstasy, her plan working. How many men has she done this to before, satisfying her sexual deviancy? He does not care, this is the moment and he pulls the intercom cord around her neck while she is distracted with her pleasure. Tight he pulls it — but not too tight. Her air is almost cut off and she, still in ecstasy, struggles to either continue or to fight against it. But, before she can make that decision, the cord is digging tightly into her flesh. Her face, turning red, veins popping out and eyes going blood shot — instincts take over and she fights for her life. But, now her energy is waning. She tries to comprehend what is happening, but can no longer think or focus. Her hands move wildly, but inflict no damage to him and he keeps his steady, maniacal hold on the cord, pulling as tight as it will go. She weakens and weakens. Her body quivers and slows. She is dead. He lets her flop on her desk and he sets about to explore her body. Kissing her, sucking her nipples, and tasting her again. He rolls her body over and explores her from the back, then sets her up and lays her back down. He gives her a kiss and says his goodbyes.