Choke Chamber – My Two Dead Girls

Choke Chamber – My Two Dead Girls

Categories: Strangling, Shooting, Rape, Lesbian, Snuff Fetish, Bagging

Description: Jimmy thought he had it all. He had a beautiful loyal girlfriend, and a gorgeous, trusting wife at his beck and call. Unfortunately, such good luck is temporary. After a passionate night of lovemaking with his 19 year old sweetie on the side, in barges the wife with more than just a displeased demeanor. Pretty Asian Mrs. starts screaming, and yelling at her cheating husband, all the while ignoring his attempts at consoling her. She notices he isn’t wearing his wedding ring, so she demands that he find it and wear it. He leaves the room to search for the missing jewelry. Angry and insulted, sultry wife attacks the brunette girlfriend, and begins to choke her. They fight for a while, but the wife’s fury is unmatched! Very soon, the wife locks the girl in deadly choke-hold until she loses consciousness and dies. Little did the wife realize that her husband’s loyalty toward his mistress was stronger than his affections toward her. After seeing his young beauty lifeless, he becomes enraged, and grabs his wife by the throat and starts to choke her! She pleads for her life, but he hears nothing. Very soon… she dies. Upon her death, the happy husband indulges in the two dead beauties, and strips and plays with them both.
My two dead girls
My two dead girls.mp4

Choke Chamber – Dancing Dead Girl

Choke Chamber – Dancing Dead Girl

Categories: Strangling, Shooting, Rape, Lesbian, Snuff Fetish, Bagging

Description: Pretty, 19 year old Raven is home, dancing and celebrating passing her semester finals! She dances, rolls around, jumps on the bed… laughs and giggles. After all that exercise, she takes a nap. Unfortunately, her comfy snooze is interrupted by an equally excited intruder. What was once a triumphant celebration, is now a fatal end!
Dancing dead girl
Dancing dead girl.mp4

Choke Chamber – Dead Sporty Spice

Choke Chamber – Dead Sporty Spice

Categories: Strangling, Shooting, Rape, Lesbian, Snuff Fetish, Bagging

Description: Randy just got home after a long day of tennis practice. She enters the house, and prepares herself a nice, cold drink to cool off. She wears a sexy, short tennis skirt, with a white, tight blouse, accentuating her extremely well-endowed, proportions. While in the kitchen, she picks up a girlfriend’s call, and starts confiding in her about a strange occurrence at the tennis court. Randy complains that there was a strange onlooker, obsessing over her during her lesson. Immediately after she mentions the peeper, from behind the window, appears a man looking in. He watches her intently as she keeps her conversation going. After she gets off the phone, the man disappears. But that doesn’t secure Randy from this onlooker. Suddenly, from behind the blonde beauty, appears the man. He is now in the house. He sneaks up behind Randy, and very quickly pounces on her, and grabs her by the neck. She is taken aback. Randy struggles to break free, and squirms back and forth. She kicks, and fights, but his hold is just too strong. He strangles her, then pushes her against the refrigerator, not letting go of her soft throat. Alas, she can feel her life dwindling. Within moments, the blonde vixen expires. Now dead, and lifeless on the floor, the man, takes her by the arms and drags her body to the side. He’s been eyeing Randy for weeks, and has been anxiously anticipating this moment. He’s wanted the blonde for so long, he’s getting hard just thinking about what’s underneath her clothes. He starts by taking off her top. He licks, and bites her nipples, and squeezes her big, full breasts. He’s now so aroused, he can’t contain himself. He lifts her skirt, and starts playing with her sweet, pink pussy. He spanks her in the ass, then starts to go down on the dead beauty. He opens her legs spread eagle, and licks her. He then licks her beautiful toes. Her body is still warm, and fresh, he continues to have his way with her, until he’s ready for his next sporty spice.
Dead sporty spice
Dead sporty spice.mp4

Peachy Keen Films – His Dead Girl

Peachy Keen Films – His Dead Girl

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

Description: A serial killer brings his latest victim into a secluded room to spend time with.

After gingerly unwrapping her, he spends time slowly exploring her.

He starts by slowly undressing her. Once all her clothes are removed, he combs over her body, looking it, feeling it. He turns her to the side, and letter sets her up. He touches every part of her, teasing his desire for her. Once he is satisfied, he movies on to more intimate contact. He licks her lips, sucks her tits, tastes her pussy and feels her in the inside.

He spends a long time with her before finally allowing her to stimulate him. He uses her hand on his cock, stroking it until hard. Then, he slowly slides it into her tight pussy, fucking her until cumming all over her belly.

He then wraps her back up for use later.
His Dead Girl.mp4
His Dead Girl.mp4

Choke Chamber – Shot Dead

Choke Chamber – Shot Dead

Categories: Strangling, Shooting, Rape, Lesbian, Snuff Fetish, Bagging

Description: The ever versatile, and gorgeous actress of Chokechamber, Bree debuts in this bullet friendly new clip, and is “SHOT DEAD” (no pun intended) by the notorious killer Surge. Sexy, but painstakingly irritating, Bree seems deserving of her cold fate… two hard, fatal blows close to the heart. The beautiful vixen falls hard on the floor. Surge looks down at his victim’s striking green eyes, erotic death stare with satisfaction.
Shot dead
Shot_dead.mp4

Peachy Keen Films – Deadly Interrogation 3

Peachy Keen Films – Deadly Interrogation 3

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

Description: She was in over her head and she would pay the ultimate price. Cute, savvy, Nicole knew there were risks, but the level of risk—what they would actually do to her, was beyond her comprehension. Poor, poor girl.

It was late. The office was closed. There she was, checking desks, looking for the login at Marcys desk so she would be able to get into her her bosses desk and get the folder. Then, she would be out. A done deal and a big pay da
She always felt security at this company was a little extreme, and when Mr. Extreme himself yanked her back, demanding answer, she sputtered out lies as best she could. Unfortunately, her story was flawed and the big security man started beating the shit out of her. First, a pistol whip. Once she was on the cool floor, he cuffed her and commenced with the ass kicking. He brutally kicked and stomped her until she was blubbering and delirious. Then, he stood her up, pistol to her breast demanding she tell him who she worked for. Silence. It was her best defense–or so she was taught.

He pummeled and beat her some more and when she was on the floor he put his 45cal Desert Eagle in her mouth and asked nicely–nice for him at least. She just sobbed and he knocked her out and dragged her off.

Later, her had her over at warehouse building 6. This was his place–no employees, just the crew knew the deal. Tonight, he was alone–except for his guest. He would have some fun with her and she would tell him. They always did.

First, he gave her the shot–a special serum that enhanced stamina. He liked them awake while he was working on them. So, he beat her some more. When she spit out a tooth, he knew it was time to move on. She was a tough, albeit, whinny little bitch. Trained well. But she would break.

The plier were next. he broke 3 of her fingers before deciding she was noisy, but would scream through the 7 left before talking. So, he moved the plier to her nipples. They were poking out through her tight sweater like she was forever cold and a perfect fit between the metal jaws. It was almost as if she was daring him with her look of utter terror. Oh well. He clamped down.

What happened next was horrible—for any onlooker—for him, nipple were his breakfast and he ripped this one right off and showed it too her. Oh, oh, don’t pass out–not yet. She didn’t and with glee he moved on to the other one, same trick, different side. As he watched the blood pour out of the meaty hold that once held her subtle woman part, he looked down at his blood pliers. He knew what was next and slide the metal jaws between her legs. The crunch, the streams of blood. She went out this time.

Later, he had her tied on an x-frame. His own design just for this purpose. It was a makeshift rack and using a ratchet, her arms were being pulled tighter and tighter. She was awake and screaming every moment. He was not even asking her questions anymore–just having fun.

Next, the hot iron. Branding her on both breast and pussy. She actually talked–or tried to, but the info was nothing. Nothing. So, he kept it up. Now the metal pipe–working her over, leaving no spot un hit. The best was the one to the side of her head. Every time, blood shot–pouring, spitting out of her mouth. Her eyes rolling up, moans, screams. Guttural sounds of terror. Music to his ears.

The hammer was next. It was tapered at one end, so he used it with precision starting with her ankles–hitting them over and over and over until the flesh was torn chucks and her bones were broken. He moved on to her other ankle, breaking them both. Then, he just hit her randomly all over, making meaty bloody holes in her body. Then, he whacked her on the head. She was almost out when he decided to finish her. He grabbed her throat, strangling her as blood poured out of her mouth and her eyes rolled up. Then, she was still.

He called his boss to report what he learned. Only, in the background, he could not see, she cracked her eyes open–the quickly pretended to be dead as he untiled her and let her flop to the floor. He left.

She pushed herself up, pulling herself forward, sliding on her own blood, legs almost useless–broken ankles. She made it too the table, found his phone, and planned to grab the gun. Making the call, she was in panic mode–help, help. But, then the wood club knocked her out.

He got lucky. He will tell his bosses that he knew she was not dead but wanted her to get to the phone. Now he had the number. Actually, he was not that smart–but it worked out anyhow. He grabbed the barb wire and wrapped it around her neck. She fought vigorously against it. The wire was cutting deep into her neck and blood poured out. She was trying so hard to live–she fought so hard, took so much punishment, it would be a shame to go like this. But he would say, life is not pretty, doll, and this is it for you. He pulled tighter, watching her body go into involuntary spasms before slowing and ultimately she was still.

He left her their. She was a mess. His whole workshop was a mess with her DNA. He would call the cleaners. They always did him right. Fucking bitch…she never had a chance.
Deadly Interrogation 3

Deadly Interrogation 3.mp4