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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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 – Lawyer and the Bodyguard

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

Description: A women sits in a hotel room with her bodyguard. She received a threatening letter in the form of a poem and fears for her life.

While her client is in the shower, the bodyguard gets comfortable for the evening. She removes her clothing except for bra and panties. She sits in a comfortable chair, places her glock between her legs and settles in to read the killer’s poem. While she readsg, the actual killer stands behind her and attacks the moment she is finished. He viciously strangles her with a thin garrote. She is tough and fights extremely hard — kicking and trying to twist free. The struggle goes on for quite a while as the lawyer, unaware, continues her shower. When she is finally dead — tongue protruding and eyes open — he places a new poem on the bed.

The lawyer finishes her shower. In the bedroom she finds her glasses, puts them on and slowly realized something is wrong. Now seeing the dead bodyguard and petrified with fear, she moves around her bed to get a better view of the room. She sees the poem and on some bizarre impulse, reads it aloud. It seems to mirror her situation, but before she can finish he double wraps a stocking around her soft neck and proceed to strangle the life out of her while she maintains an upright position against him. Finally, when her dead body is leaning against him, he touches her lightly on the shoulder and she falls forward — floppy as a rag doll. He admires her body and leaves her sprawled on the bed, her dead bodyguard looking on.

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Peachy Keen Films – Loving Sister

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

Description: In this perverse tale of murder, a young 18 year old girl is trying to find a new life for herself. She just finished the final stages of completing a blackmail scam against her older brother. A brother, who for years had his way with her in a controlling, incestuous relationship. While she showers and dreams of a better life away from him, HE has tracked her down and now waits in her bed, ready for her sex. She is not shocked to see him and slinks up onto the bed, rubbing his cock through his pants, teasing him. It all proves to much and he attacks her, throwing his younger sister to the bed, ripping her panties off and having his way with little sis as they had so many times before–but this time the controlled lust and forced passion was replaced by anger and humiliation. When it was over, he looks through her things. She sits on the bed, bruised and in some way, forgiving of him. She talks about her new life, her plans, thinking that this was simply his way of letting go. She is wrong—he attacks her again, this time going in for the kill. He strangles his little sis with her nylons. She tries to fight and kick but her bigger brother is way to strong. They always used to wrestle as kids, and in fact, that was how the incest started. Now, he holds her in place, this time with a nylon garrote for the last time. The life slowly leave her face, her body becomes still, eyes wide and mouth agape. He rolls her over and has sex with her one last time. This time he finishes. Then he goes—leaving her for hotel staff to fine. A young woman, just starting her life. Now a cold dead corpse, her lover waits for her at the airport, but she be loving anyone ever again.

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Peachy Keen Films – Paris 2000

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

Description: Alan is excited about his new robot. The Paris 2002 Necro-Fantasy Bot is designed to give you hours of killing pleasure. When he first activated the robot, she is rather robot-like and does not react the way he wishes. But, after calling the toll-free number and getting instructions, he is ready to test her out. First, he select the “Play Doctor” fantasy. In an instant she is giving him a shot and checking his muscle reflexes. But that is not what he bought her for. He puts the garrote around her life-like robot neck and goes to it. The is very realistic and strangles valiantly, but only just enough to make him work hard, not enough to actually escape. No — this robot is meant to die for you, over and over and over again. Later, he tests out the “Police Woman” and “Daddy’s Little Girl” fantasies. What a sicko — oh well, she is only a robot.

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