Peachy Keen Films – Next Comes Death
Categories: Death Fetish, Necro, Brutal Amazons, Fantasy Snuff, Petra
Description: A young woman, alone in a room. She is handcuffed to the wooden chair she sits on. Her legs are cuffed as well. She has been their for hours, the bruises on her arms and legs–evidence of pain and torture. She is glistening with sweet. A fan blows nearby, the only thing to keep her alert. She looks around, tries to pull at the cuffs, but the bruising around her wrists and legs remind her that she cannot escape. He walks in…a man, she does not know him. He grabbed her, as she was walking to her parents house. Why–she did not know. He taunts her, torments her, then when she does not expect it, he hits her hard, this time in the face. Blood comes out her mouth, she cries in pain. He continues to torment her. There is no reason for her to be here–he has no agenda. He hit her some more. At one point, he grabs her nose piercing, squeezes/twists it, leaving a smudge of blood…again, the cries or pain. That is, of course the reason….the suffering of an innocent girl. His power comes from this, what he was doing now. He punched her in the gut, again and again. She was delirious with pain. He checks her cuffs, tightens them until they dig into her flesh—bruised and bleeding. He hits her again, this time, she is out. He wakes her up. He just returned from the store, like so many times. He tormented her some more. Then he cuts off her white panties. He wets his finger and slides it into her cunt. He finger bangs her. She protests, crying, saying “no’s” and “don’ts”, but it is for not. He decides it is time. He pulls out his cock, forces her to suck it. He tells her if she does a good job he will let her go. He has to work hard at it, she resists. He tells her again, more clearly. She complies. She starts to do well, very well. She starts to get into it and he finishes, cumming in her mouth…..she takes it—she wants to do good so he will let her go. The cum runs off her tongue, down her chin, onto the floor, mixing with the blood and sweat from so many hours of pain. And, it was good. He punches her in the head as a reward and knocks her out. He returns and she is awake again. He tells her it is time. She almost believes him. He is behind her. She waits. He brings the scalpel around her neck, quickly slicing it across. Blood sprays out, then pours out, running down her breasts. She chokes, gags, spasms—her body jerks, her head leans back, her mouth open, her eyes wide. She spasms a bit longer, then slows, slows, slows down until she is still…staring….dead.
