Peachy Keen Films – The Good Murders

Categories: Death Fetish, Necro, Brutal Amazons, Fantasy Snuff, Petra

Description: The Story

Steve and Chris are bummed on life and decide they hate women. They are determined to murder as many as they can. They are new at this, so they must start simple and work their way up.

The Whores

When Steve emerged it was time. They were a little unsure, but more or less knew what they had to do. Chris knew where he wanted to do it and laid a blanket out in the game room. They both brought her in. Her blindfold had fallen off, but she was still gagged and cuffed. She was shaken, disoriented. She expected they would put her back in the car and leave her off somewhere. She would report it to the police, they would do nothing, business as usual.

They set her down on the blanket and Chris asked Steve if he had the cord. She knew this was different at that moment. From the feeling of hurt, betrayal, sadness, and self-pity, now became fear — absolute fear that she was about to die and every single muscle in her body responded to this threat. She nearly got free; instantly she was a squirming squealing insect. Her body shivered and withered. Steve was desperately trying to get the cord around her neck, but she kept trying to avoid it and them and any sort of touch at all. Chris got her legs and clamped down on them, but her torso kept bucking and twisting. Then the cloth came out of her mouth and the yelling began. Chris cringed, wondering if the neighbors would hear. He encouraged Steve to hurry and he was doing his best. Finally — finally! — he got the garrote around, but there was yet to be pressure. This was hard, harder then it looked in the movies. He kept pulling back and she kept going with him — it would not get tight. She was still able to breathe.

Then, she went forward and he backward and the airflow stopped. The sound was shocking to Chris — he had never heard it before. Neither had Steve and to him it was beautiful, the gagging music to his deranged ears.

She bucked and spasmed. Chris held her legs, Steve kept the garrote tight around her neck. Her face was almost against the floor, her tongue and globs of drool hitting the dirty, filthy carpet. She spasmed some more, lashed out her tongue, eyes wide with fear.

After several minutes, once she finally slowed down and eventually stopped, Steve let go. Chris let go. It was done. They were exhausted. In the struggle she had moved off the blanket. Now, they picked her up and laid her back on it. They talked about disposal. She woke up. She was just unconscious.

Shit.

Chris told Steve to do better, to be sure this time. Steve got the garrote around her neck again. Luckily she was weakened, not as crazy. He was able to put his sandal on the rope, pinching one end to the ground. Now, he could take the other end with both hands and pull more confidently. She struggled for a while, then finally slowed down, but this time she lay for the longest time, barely aware, eyes open and tongue out. She looked at Steve and Steve looked at her. She faded and was gone.

While Chris went to prepare, Steve sat and stared at her, looking closely at her wound on her neck. Looking closely at all of her, like she was a specimen he found. She was his first — she was their first.

But, she would not be their last.

Earlier they had learned that the other girl was a close friend and were now determined to eliminate her as a witness. They found her in the same spot. After getting her in the car, she turned and saw her friend, dead in the back. She freaked out and Steve punched her hard, knocking her out.

When they got to the house, they carried her unconscious form to the bedroom. This time it was streamlined. They had done this before, not two hours earlier. They stripped her off, she woke up and was raging to leave. Steve ran out of the room to get the cord, while Chris punched her several timed to calm her down. They got the cord around her and Steve tried a two-handed strangle again. This time he was determined to make it work. She struggled and spasmed. Chris tried to help, but Steve just got more and more intense and made him watch, but not touch. He was… different than the person he knew from the bar. He had changed after that first kill.

Steve worked on her for a while… her body not ready to give up. Her eyes were wide, tongue out, drool and sweat all over her.

When it was over, her last glint of life was a single tear streaming out of her eye. Chris noticed a single tear coming out of Steve’s eye at the same time. There was no explaining this transition. Steve was a killer, and Chris knew after this day, he would be too. Together, they would find their prey and kill them. And, not just whores. All kinds of women, from strippers to church girls. In fact, he remembered a cute college student he saw the other day in the park. Maybe he would have Steve watch her for a few days, see what her pattern was. Maybe they could get themselves a cute little coed next…

The Dancer

They picked her up at a strip club. It was a fluke. They were always looking, but everything had to be planned. They had a system, a script that they worked from. Now it was 6am on a bright sunny morning and they were driving a young woman home. She had fought with her boyfriend that night because she did not want to go home when he did. Chris and Steve were there. Chris, used his manipulation skills to act as her rescuer. In the van, Steve sat quietly in the back — waiting. Chris convinced her that they needed to stop at their place, and further convinced her to come inside.

Once inside, Steve bashed her in the back of the head and she went down hard. They brought her too a room in the house and made quick work of stripping and cuffing her. She woke up, instantly yelling and struggling, but Steve was quick to get the rope around her neck — the same rope they had used on the whores.

She lurched and struggled, but her fight was quickly waning. She was covered in sweat and half gone with lack of oxygen. Her hands were batting around at anything and nothing. Her eyes wide and mouth fishing for air. She slowed and slowed and finally was still.

Steve was amazed at how easy it was to get this girl. He was almost invigorated by this, as if a new Steve were starting to emerge. He was ready for the next girl… a girl Chris had been stalking for the last several days. He would go to the park in a few more days to see her with Chris. But now, a task was at hand. They tossed her clothes on her body and each grabbed an end and they carried her out for later disposal.

The Student

The door burst open and they brought her into a small room–forcing her down on her knees. Her gag was gone and she was begging for her life as her whole body shook in fear. Chris asked if he can do this one and Steve let him. She started to panic even more as Chris is handed the infamous garrote that has been used for all the killings. Chris fumbles with it, then gets it around her neck and pulls. His grip is wrong, he does not know what he he doing. Kala’s air is cut off, then back again and she gasps and freaks out at the same time. Steve tries to help Chris and, while they are momentarily distracted, Kala starts to crawl away. It’s a pathetic attempt; nothing, really. Steve grabs her around the waist and sets her back in her spot on the plastic like disciplining a child. He then shows Chris how it is done and gets the cord around the weeping girl’s neck and pulls. Many kills later, and Steve is a pro. He had the garrote wrapped twice, tight against her skin–Kala has no air. Her legs are trapped underneath her in an upright position. Her face strains and her body shudders as she tries to fight.

Covered with sweat, hair matted against her forehead — she is no longer the pretty collage girl, but a dying, sticky, mess. Her body betrays her with shudders and spasms. Her mouth fills up with foaming drool with oozes out in a long stream from her chin to the floor. Steve lays her back down, letting her legs free to weakly kick and buck, but she slowly fades out.

After observing thier new victim for a moment, they wrap her up in the plastic she was on, leaving her covered in sweat.

The Faithful

At the table, Steve and Lexxi brainstormed ideas while slowly in the background, Chris approached. When he was close enough, he placed the chloroform-soaked rag over her mouth and nose. She struggled a bit, then was out. They each grabbed a part of her and lifted her up and out of the room.

When Chris cut of her air as her body instantly and intensely bucked and gyrated against him. Her legs went crazy, but they were tied up so she could do little but struggle and try to take a breath — a chance she was not given. He strangled her hard for a few long minutes, but he began to get tired. Steve cannot believe this and yells at him to get out of the way. He unties one of her hands and Chris looses his grip on the garrote as he struggles to get out and let Steve in. Lexxi gasps for air and swings her arm, trying anything she can to live. Steve quickly gets into position and Chris grabs the rope on her wrist and reties it. Within moments, Steve is pulling on the rope hard and it digs into her flesh — the marks from he previous strangle session now clearly visible.

Lexxi struggles hard initially, but, already weakened form being strangled by Chris, she slows considerably, finally she is dead. Steve roughly unties her and shoves her to the side.

The Neighbor

Months later, they have killed whores, strippers, college girls and church girls and many others in-between, always looking for more. Today, one would be delivered right to them, except this one was different then any they had killed in the past. This one they knew.

Finally, it was time. Chris had been having trouble strangling. The last time with the church girl, he physically was worn out and had to switch with Steve. So, to this day, he has never actually killed anyone. Today would be different. The cord was wrapped around her neck and they each took an end and pulled — thus sharing the kill.

She fought and struggled hard, but there was not much she could to. Her hands were cuffed, she swung her legs wildly, but the two men just kept pulling tight, smiling down on her demise. Her face was beat red, her eyes wide and mouth open with tongue out. She struggled for a long, long time, but eventually she weakened. Once she was dead, staring at them — the men who murdered her — they looked back at Mrs Jones with love and lust and want and a delirious euphoria.

They wrapped her up in the blanket they killed so many on — no longer will they be using it. Later, they sat, looking at a map of the world, for now, it was their oyster…

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Peachy Keen Films – Strangling Twins

Categories: Death Fetish, Necro, Brutal Amazons, Fantasy Snuff, Petra

Description: Twin daughters of a local politician are brought into a room. The girls are bound, hands behind them. The first twin, Casey, is the sweet girl-next-door…now in a panic and calling to her stronger, tougher sister, Star, for comfort

He could tell Star was going to be a problem and quickly stripped off some of her clothes to humiliate and subdue her. Then, he went over, untied Casey’s wrists and forced her to strip. Once she was naked, she rebound her by her wrist behind her back, then, as an added measure, tied her ankles so she could not extend her legs all the way.

Next he got the web broadcast ready. Then, because he anticipated trouble, he looped a rope around Star to keep her from coming to her sisters aid.

When it was time, he held Casey in front of the webcam, pointing a pistol to her head and waiting for the instructions on his sat-phone.

He was told they would not adhere to their demands and to kill Casey in front of the webcam. So, he got out his garrote, wrapped it around the young woman’s neck and began to strangle her. Star freaked out as she watch her twin sister being murdered in front of her. She tried hard to come to her aid, but the ropes would not let her.

Casey struggle violently, thrusting her pelvis in the air, legs spreading, eyes wide, mouth open. She twisting and bumped, jerked and gyrated on the floor. All the time Star, who was gagged earlier, is moaning in despair watching her only sister be murdered. She, could do, nothing….

Finally, after a long struggle, it was over. Casey was dead. Star collapse, her gag finally coming loose, she spit it out and lay on the floor sobbing. Her sister was dead, her life was over.

Next, he turned the webcam onto Star and went through the same process, but like before, he was given the instructions to kill her. He told her coldly, that her parents did not care for her, right before he started strangling her.

She fought for her life, she wanted to live, if only to ask why her parents would forsake her. She would never get that chance. She struggled long and hard like her sister, but the ending was the same.

Once star was dead, he finished undressing her. Then arraigned the bodies for photos he would have to take later.

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Deep South Productions – Ninja Strangler 2

Categories: Death Fetish, Necro, Brutal Amazons, Fantasy Snuff, Petra

Description: The Ninja has been activated again. This time to takedown the competitors bookie operation. The Ninja slips into the building & strangles everyone in the building one by one & shoots the guard in the face. Off the Ninja goes with all the loot.

The janitor has been cleaning this building for years. Never really thought about what they did, just cleaned. Tonight he finds the Ninjas aftermath. Turns out, yup, the janitor is a Necrophilic. Some stripping of each the dead girls & he finds his perfect match. Takes her back to his shop, stuffs his cock in her mouth & blows his wad on her.

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Peachy Keen Films – The Fetish Killer 2

Categories: Death Fetish, Necro, Brutal Amazons, Fantasy Snuff, Petra

Description: A high school girl who has befriended a photographer that has been hanging out around her school, goes to his home for a photo shoot. The photographer is obviously into her feet and she encourages him. Soon, things lead to more then just photos. Afterwords, he surprises her by wrapping a wire garrote around her neck and strangling her until she passes out.

Later, he has her tied up on a bed. Her legs are together, and her wrists are bound. He spends time playing with her feet and toes, caressing her entire body, and taking photos of her.

Then, he slides her up against him and wraps a rope around her neck. As soon as there is pressure, she wakes up and starts struggling. He cinches it tight and her air is cut off. Her body squirms and bucks, the ropes holding her start to loosen. Soon, she has her hands free and claws at him, grabbing his arms, trying to get him off her her. He does not let go. Tighter the garrote digs into her neck. She fight hard, struggling, her eyes wide, mouth open and tongue desperately trying to draw air in. She struggles for a long time, but finally succumbs. He flops her over to the side.

Dead, he explores her body, using her for his sexual gratification, then leaving her awkwardly posed on the bed.

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Peachy Keen Films – Random Attack

Categories: Death Fetish, Necro, Brutal Amazons, Fantasy Snuff, Petra

Description: Brandy is house-sitting for her professor, in hopes of helping her grades. When her friend calls to try to entice her to come go clubbing, she decides that she needs to be responsible and stay and watch the house.

She was definitely bored. She began to snoop around, curious about her professors’ things. Later, she danced to some music. She was wearing a pink, clingy top that accentuated her perky 20 year old breasts. She wore a short skirt and it was all tied together nicely with some stylish felt boots and classic tub-socks. This blonde was popular with her classmates—especially several of the boys. But she was a good girl—sorta.

She stopped cold and opened the small drawer before her. Pearls. She liked pearls and these were nice. She slipped them into her pocket. It was the right of the house-sitter…at least 3 things needed to go missing, she has two left. But, she was tired, and needed a nap before more snooping commenced.

A light traced it’s way across the dimly lit room….it was a person, walking with a flashlight…he was snooping as well. This man was not invited however—a common thief, looking for a quick score, pawnshop money for his alcohol addition. He searched around, oblivious to the girl on the couch.

Brandy slept soundly, a light traced up to her face, the quickly fell off. He had found a real price tonight. He set his light down, looking intensely at the young woman. She was beautiful and so peaceful. He had to touch her. He ran his hands on her leg, softly feeling her smooth young skin. He pulled the fabric away from her breast—exposing it. He started to feel her up.

She woke up, dazed, but quickly understanding she did not want this person to be here, let alone groping her. She really did not understand the danger in the situation, but would soon. He cracked the steel flashlight into her skull. She was out.

The point of no return. He has reached it, like so many times before in his past. He spends time with her now, running his hands up her perfect tone legs to her light blue panties peaking out from under her skirt. He pulls the fabric of her shirt to the side, exposing her nice breast, then licks and sucks them. He pulls her off the couch and lays her on the floor. Now the fun. He would take his time with this one.

She looked beautiful in her unconscious state. He slowly undressed her, taking in every moment of her beauty and innocence. He removed her skirt, pulled off her boots, slowly took off her socks and admired the soles of her feet. At one point, he rolled her over, removing her panties, her beautiful ass looked back at him and he visualized slamming his cock into her. Once she was undressed, he slowly explored every inch of her body, eventually settling between her legs and tasting her sweet warm pussy. He took his time, savoring her juices. There was no rush, no one around.

He pushed her legs up, looking closely at her pussy, trimmed, but unshaven…he liked the natural look…she was just a regular girl that happened to be beautiful too. He pulled her up into a sitting position and pulled off her top, the laid her back down. He slipped his fingers into her wet pussy and started finger fucking her. Finally, he had to have her. He lifts her up and set her on the couch. He spreads her legs and lets his hard cock slide in, her pussy lips wrapping tightly around it, inviting him to fuck her. He started slow at first, but soon worked himself up to a fucking frenzy, her body flopping, her tits jiggling with the motion.

It was inevitable that she regain consciousness and when she did, she was not happy about the circumstances. She started freaking out, hitting him. This was not conducive to the quiet evening he had hoped for, so he wrapped his hand around her throat and squeezed.

Her body went into full self-preservation mode. She bucked and twisted, her hands whacking him and trying to pull at his arms and hands. Her face became contorted as she fought for air and her life. Her eye were wide, mouth open trying to gasp, but only raspy choking sound would emerge. Her tongue lunged out, as if trying to sweep in additional air. None of this was working, he was going to kill her.

But somehow he lost his grip and she plowed over the top of him, crawling in the direction of the door, but he did not let her get far. He pulled her back, she let out a scream before he was back on her—hand around her throat.

She fought hard, but this was defiantly a better position to kill choke her in. He was able to put his full weight on her throat, but made sure to stay just short of crushing her larynx. He knew better. Watching her die was half of the fun. He did not want her to go too quickly, though the pain she must be feeling was, well, he certainly did not give a fuck—that was for sure. He looked into her blue eyes, they were starting to fixate, she was loosing the battle. There was never a chance for her anyhow.

She was far weaker now, her body resorting to convulsions, her leg muscles so tense, they spasmed rapidly. Pretty soon, he was just staring up at him, barely moving, little twitches, and then finally she was still. He released his grip on her neck, the marks showing clearly how tight he had her. She was beautiful in death, her eyes so blue, her lips so full. He put her back on the couch, tasted her some more, and then, in a final act of domination and power over this young woman, spewed his hot semen all over her torso.

As he left, grabbing his things and whatever else he wanted, his cum dripped down her body toward her head. She lay there, beautiful, lifeless after he is gone, waiting for her professor to return and find her. Would he be upset with her? Would you be?

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Peachy Keen Films – Smoke And Poetry

Categories: Death Fetish, Necro, Brutal Amazons, Fantasy Snuff, Petra

Description: In the fourth installment of the Poetry Killer series, we find out assassin waiting outside a small condo. He has just delivered some drugs to a local socialite and he is waiting for her to get caught up in their effects. After taking delivery, she rolls a joint, and quickly lights it and takes a hit. The euphoric effects are almost instantaneous. She falls back onto her sofa and begins to rub herself, eventually removing her clothing and masturbating. At one point, she finds the poem the killer had left in the bag, reads it aloud, and is even more excited by the confusing content. The killer enters — a garrote in hand. She stands before him, takes a puff of her wonder drug and blows it into his face. He is instantly caught off guard. She begins to seduce him, all the while keeping her eye on the knife she has laying close to her. She services him. While he is distracted, she plunges the knife into his side. It is not a fatal hit. She pulls it out, ready to thrust it into his chest. Regaining his alertness, he grabs her arm, pressuring her to drop the blade. Then he pushes her to the sofa and quickly gets his garrote around her neck. She struggles hard, mouth open and tongue protruding, lashing for air. He strangles her upright for several minutes and as she struggles, her ass rubs against his crotch making him excited about what he gets to do with her after she is dead. Her eyes are wide and starting to turn up in her head. She is weaker and weaker. Finally, when she is still, he lets her fall forward onto the cushion. He fondles her body and leaves.

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Peachy Keen Films – Teenage Overdose 1

Categories: Death Fetish, Necro, Brutal Amazons, Fantasy Snuff, Petra

Description: An experiment with MDMA results in a tragic death by overdose. The coroner moves the body to a makeshift morgue for a preliminary exam. When finished, he does his own special exam.

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Peachy Keen Films – Strangled Witness

Categories: Death Fetish, Necro, Brutal Amazons, Fantasy Snuff, Petra

Description: Two girls fool around on a bed. We discover that one was picked up by the other in a bar earlier that night. And, we learn, this was not a coincidence. Melissa is a hired assassin to take out Meira because of her potentially incriminating testimony at a local area trial. The intimacy Melissa shows Meira up to the point of the kill is both calculated and a job perk for her, but when she has her fill of this girl’s flesh, she turns into a cold-blooded femme fatale. Only giving Meira a moment to realize what is about to happen, Melissa grabs her bra and pulls it around the girl’s neck. She slowly strangles her, obviously enjoying every moment of the young woman’s struggles. When she is dead, Melissa gives her luscious body one last feel, kisses her on the cheek, and walks out.

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Peachy Keen Films – Raped And Murdered

Categories: Death Fetish, Necro, Brutal Amazons, Fantasy Snuff, Petra

Description: A young secretary is working late. She gets a call from her boss and she tells him about all the heat she has been getting from clients. The are all mad—thinking he has taken their money and how has skipped town. He tells her to grab some important files, then go home and he will meet her soon.

She goes to teh file drawer, carrying out his instructions, but when she turns around there is a man, standing a few feet from her.

He seems agitated.

She tries to calmly get him to leave, but he wants to know where his money is and wants to know where he can find the man who stole it–her boss.

But, she didn’t know and all she could do was try to explain that too him. But, things turn physical, he gets violent, slapping her hard to the ground, then pulling her pack up, punching her in the belly. She crumples back to the ground and he kicks and stomps her until she is a quivering mess of tears and pain.

He forced her back up at knifepoint, threatening her, constantly asking her where her boss is. But, she does not know. He forces her to strip to her braw and panties, heels and stockings, then cuffs her and places her on a chair.

He tazers her all over until she is quivering she finally goes out. He takes the time to rummage through the office looking for evidence of his money or the mans location. She wakes up and tries to leave, but he throws her to the ground and tazers her–watching as her who body arches and spasms as the electricity courses through her.

He then forced her on her knees and jams his hard, throbbing cock down her throat, making her gag on it and drool.

After a while, he put her up on her desk, cuts off her bra an panites. he roughly sicks on her tits, then fingers her tight pussy. Her heels and stocking stay on.

He pushes her legs apart, her back smashed on her computer terminal, and slips his cock in, fucking the poor girl. She is covered with sweat and he pounds her tight, innocent, secretary pussy until he almost blows his load. But, he waits, flipping her over, the fucking her bent over her desk.

Later, he movies her to the chair, knees tucked underneath her, he is able to thrust his cock in really, really deep, feeling just how warm and tight she is, he finishes by unloading his cum deep inside her.

Later, he forced her to suck him off until he fills her mouth with his hot semen, then he pushes her on the floor where she curls in a ball–sobbing.

Back on the chair, her arms still cuffed behind her, it was time to leave a message for her boss–unfortunately, she was that message.

he wraps a garrote around her neck. Her body tenses up, arches, eyes wide, rolling back, tongue out, and she jerks and bucks trying hard to live.

After a struggle the fall to the floor and she spreads her legs wide and the garrote digs deep into her soft neck. He grabs her hair, pulling her neck back to watch her face as the garrote ends her life.

Her body bucks, jiggles and jerks, but after a long long struggle, her eyes roll back, face becomes slack and she is still. He lets her flop to the ground, then repositions her as a nice presentation if and when the boss returns. He gives her one more look, then leaves the battered, nude, dead body of the young, innocent secretary for someone to find.

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Peachy Keen Films – Torture, Stab, Kill

Categories: Death Fetish, Necro, Brutal Amazons, Fantasy Snuff, Petra

Description: A maniac holds a girl hostage. He torments her with a knife, finally stabbing her fatally.

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