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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