Peachy Keen Films – Strangle The Escort

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

Description: Max has been waiting for the escort for a while now. He was getting impatient when there was a knock. He called for her to come in. He was not expecting this beauty. Missy was absolutely gorgeous. She was definitely not someone he would have ever expected.

She got right to work, introducing herself with a light kiss, then settling the money issues. She was ready to start. He sat back and let her go, she lightly danced, barely touching him—oooh she was a high class tease. This would be a challenge for him–one easily overcome with money.

So, as she danced, he would pay, every frikken time he wanted something different. Boy, she was good. Finally, several hundred dollars later, he had her naked and his fingertip touching her perfect young pussy. But he wanted more. She was an escort and he know want escorts ready did. Money was no option.

So, with a surge of cash in her direction, she was down on his shaft, giving him the best damn blowjob he had in a long, long time.

But then, the problems started that ultimately lead him to his unconscionable reaction. She would not fuck him. She–did not fuck. WHAT? He lunged at her as she put her leather jacket on, getting ready to leave with her easily earned cash. NO WAY. He grabbed her by the neck and flipped her on the couch. Then, getting behind her, he started strangling her with a cord he kept handy. She fought him and at one point, reach up and grabbed his nose, twisting it. FUCK. He let go an fell back against the wall. THAT HURT LIKE A MUTHER…. Then he saw she was crawling away. He was pissed, grabbed her by the ankles, yanking her back. He pulled her unto his web, getting the garrote back around her and really going for it. No wimpy life lesson here, he was going to fucking kill the little bitch!!!

She fought hard, kicking and twisting herself, hitting him, grabbing at the cord. She was no match for his rage. This pent up aggression toward this girl was probably addressing what years of therapy had not even touched. Her body was immaculate and as he murdered this girl, he could not help but look her up and down. He tits were perfect, skin smooth, legs, fantastic. But, more then anything was her face and even more, her eyes, now staring widely at him, her mouth agape as she lost her fight.

She struggled for a long, long time, but she grew weak. Leg kicks became spasms and spasms became twitches. He could see it in her face now, acceptance. She knew, he know–they had a moment. Then, over the next few minutes, she slowed and finally, was dead.

Now, he roughly pushed her off, then rolled her over, getting the cord off her neck. He took her jacket off, and began to explore her with no restrictions. She was fantastic and he was going to enjoy all of her. Lifting her up on the couch, he played with her tight pussy, the fucked her. After a while, he pushed her over and let her head hand off the arm of the couch and did her doggy. Finally, his fucked her while she sat on him. Finished, he let her fall. His cum, oozing out between her legs.

He posed her nicely, then called a friend who would come and help him dispose of her.

Strangle The Escort.mp4

Peachy Keen Films – Shooting Experiment

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

Description: A young woman is being held in a seclusion cell, awaiting her execution for her crimes.

A doctor arrives, offering her a one day reprieve and a chance to call her loved ones if she would participate in a scientific experiment.

She agrees.

The doctor gives her a medical exam that leaves her feeling small and humiliated.

The next day, she is escorted to the execution chamber. The doctor is their and he tells her to strip. Then, she is given a special dildo that contains special sensors and must insert it all the way into her pussy. She must hold it inside her throughout the process.

The doctor explains to her that he is shooting her with special, low impact rounds in non-vital areas to gave her sexual/pain response. The dildo inside her will measure her sexual juices and he will be checking it’s reading from time to time. After he has collected enough data, he will end her suffering.

She nods that she understands. She already signed the consent, there was nothing she could do now.

He aimed the gun at her and fired. The first round hitting her in the belly button. She was in pain and shock. It hurt so bad, yet, when he checked her dido sensor, she was already starting to get wet. Could it be she was sexually excited by this as well?

The doctor continued. It was a long, slow, painful process. He would shoot her, check her wounds, check the sensor and shoot her again. Her suffering was immense. She just wanted to die, but he keep assuring her it would only be one more shot. But one more became another and another.

13 shots later and he was finally done. He had shot her several places: breasts, belly, pelvis, pussy. She was delirious with pain and wet with pleasure. She wanted to die so bad.

He took her down.

On the medical exam table, she was barely alive, shivering all over, full of bleeding holes. He asked her if she was ready for him to end her suffering. She nodded.

He placed the gun at her pussy, this time loaded with a normal round. He fired. The bullet easily travel through her body, out the top of her head. She was dead. He fired again–just to be sure.

He spent time cleaning her up to allow for easy view of each would for later documentation. He was pleased with the experiment, but knew he would need more subjects to complete his work. If he could solve the pleasure/pain phenomena, he would be pleased and perhaps, finally, well respected among his peers.

Shooting Experiment.mp4

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 – Liar

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

Description: She was just a little liar. She lied to her teachers, she lied to her friends, she lied to get older boys to buy her drink and she was lying today. She sat, grounded in her room after being caught in a lie by her mom for the umpteenth time. She was on the phone with her friend, talking about the bored game she played with a telemarketer the other day. She pretended she was her mom, who was away at work, just to frustrate the caller.

Later, she was doing more of nothing and someone came to the door. She rushed to get into her “I’m a slut” clothes…..it was a guy, so she wanted to mess with him. She liked to tease.

She pretended she was home from college and promised to buy some magazines if he would take her for a drink afterwords. Then, she snuck off and called her friend, planning to call the cops after they arrived just to mess with him.

When she came back out, he was gone. She turned around and he knocked to too the floor. She screamed and struggled as he tossed her on the couch. He got her into a choke hold and she soon was out.

In the bedroom, she woke up, scared, tried to cover herself. He cuffed her behind her back and forced her to suck his cock. She was frightened but complied out of fear. She was clearly afraid and did not comprehend what her lie got her into.

When he called yesterday, he talked to an older, sexy woman–or so he thought. So, targeting her house, he did not expect to find her daughter. She said she was in collage–but she looked a little young. He would worry about her age after he finished with her.

Forcing her back on the bed, he raped, her, popping her cherry–blood and all. He was impressed that she had stayed a virgin so long. He flipped her over the back of a chair–now it was time to pop her ass cherry.

Curled up on the bed, he did not expect her to look so young an vulnerable. He looked at her homework on the table, nodded, then slipped next to her and let her lay her sweet young head on his lap. “How old are you?” he asked the crying, trembling girl. “I’m 18–I’m just in high school”, he could barely understand her before she started sobbing uncontrollably. ”

So, he changed his plans. Sort of. He comforted her, calmed her down, told her that he would wash her off, clean her up and leave. It would be like it never happened and the whole lie can be put behind her.

She sat on the couch, waiting for him. He walked out, told her the shower was ready and as she gone up, he pushed her hard down to the floor. She screamed and cried–what was going on, you promised. But he hadn’t promised anything really. And, he had never had anyone so young before. He had to experience it–so he moved forward.

He hogtied her tightly. As he did this, she screamed and whined in pain and discomfort. Once he had her tied securely, he straddled her, then fucked her mouth until he came on her tits. She was humiliated and exhausted. She just wanted it all to be over, to go away. Her mom would be home in a few hours, she would be so nice to her. She would never lie again.

It was true. He wrapped the rope around her neck and pulled. She freaked out, choking until he let it loos and she grasped for air. Before she could he pulled again, tighter. Again, he let go, before she was out. She was breathing, in a panic and he pulled again–this time for the last time.

She struggled for a while, a healthy girl like her–good lungs. But, in time, she slowly expired. They always did. The outcome of this procedure was always so reliable. He liked that. He let her head smack the carpet hard during the course of the strangle, but now let her relax. She was dead. Her eyes cracked open, her mouth agape. He rolled her to look her over one last time, then left her back on her stomach–in the hogtie.

This red head schoolgirl was now for the papers and he was off to find the next one. Now, he had a taste for new blood. Young blood. He wandered about her friends. Time to do some research.

Liar.mp4