Peachy Keen Films – Kala’s Last Night

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

Description: I have been watching Kala for weeks now. She was beautiful, always working late. I would frequently watch her through her partly opened office door as she sat at her desk. She always looked perfect, meticulous about her appearance; frequently taking breaks to “freshen up”. As the night janitor, I had access the the entire office complex and would frequently watch her whenever she was on the move. Tonight, she was a beautiful as ever. She sat for some time, rubbing her pantyhose clad feet..sore from another hard days work and what will be another late night. She got up to get a file and when climbing down from the stepstool, tore her pantyhose. I watched as she sat down, pulled the ripped pair off and put on a brand new pair. I pulled the old pair out of the trash and moved silently behind her. I quickly wrapped it around her neck. Her reaction was sudden and violent, but I held her tight. She dug her heels in and slammed me back against the filing cabinet, but I relentlessly keep my grip and finally spin her around off the chair and onto the couch. She bucks, kicks and spasms, her eyes wide, tongue out….her body starts to jerk uncontrollably, then slows. Her eyes roll up then slowly close and she is unconscious. For a while I spend time admiring and caressing her body, then I pick her up and take her down to the basement–my home. I flop her roughly down on my mattress and strip and molest her body. Then, when she is naked, I finger her pussy for a bit before having sex with her. When I climax, she wakes up. I quickly flip her onto her stomach and pull the nylon garrote tight, placing my knee in her back, her whole body arches back—the garrote digging into her soft flesh. Again, she struggles, but not as hard as before, still woozy and in a strained position. She looses consciousness again and I let her head slowly settle into the bedding. I knew it was time to finish it. I rolled her back onto her back. This time when she woke up, I clamped my strong hands around her neck and squeezed. She had more strength…her whole body tensing up–lifting up off the mattress, legs spreading, kicking, arms flailing. Her face contorted, twisted, her beautiful face, now smudged with makeup and sweat. She was no longer the perfectly beautiful administrate assistant, but now a twisted, sweaty, beaten down, mass of tortured girl fighting for her life and perhaps knowing the fight was lost. She kept trying though….jolts of spasms twisting through her body, her tongue lashing out, her hands desperately trying to pull at my wrists, as if there was hope of moving them. I remained devoted to killing her. I felt her sticky, sweaty flesh under my fingers, the muscle and arteries pulsing in her neck. Now she was slowing. Her eyes started to fixate and her arms started to spasm and body pulse and twitch. She got slower, slower, slower, and then she did what she had done the last couple times. Her eyes fluttered and closed. This time, however, I did not let go. I few seconds passed and suddenly there was a last surge of energy as her body and perhaps mind made a last effort to live. Her hand came up to my shoulder, fingers digging into my shirt and skin beneath. But her grip quickly fail, her arm fell, her body stopped…I heard a last gurgle emerge from her mouth. I let go, seeing out red her neck was where I had my death grip on her. Though her makeup was ruined and she was drenched in sweat and fluids, she was beautiful to me. I climbed on her and fucked her one more time, cumming all over her belly. I picked her up and took her back to her office, posing her in her chair. I left her like that, then walked out, closing the door behind me.

Kala’s Last Night.mp4

Peachy Keen Films – Happy Valentines Death

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

Description: A nude woman prances through her apartment, lighting candles, getting ready for her date. When she comes back into the room, Stewart is already sitting in the sofa, holding some presents for her. She is flattered, but a little unnerved by his unannounced entry. She excuses herself to go finish getting dressed and Stewart sits on the sofa and daydreams.

His dream starts out pleasant. He is with Janice and they are making love. She is really good too and he is enjoying every minute of it. Then, partway through he starts to squeeze her neck–and she likes it. So, he keeps squeezing her neck over and over while he fucks her. She is really getting into her. Her face turns red and her veins pop out, but most of all, when he squeezes her neck, her pussy gets really tight around his cock. Then, they change positions, and she is riding his cock. All of a sudden, he wraps a garrote around her neck. The mood of the dream goes dark. He strangles her until she is dead, and he keeps fucking her, all the while knowing he killed her and that is what made him the most excited.

Suddenly he snapped out of his daydream. Janice was trying to talk to him. He was covered in sweat and strangling her poor teddy bear. He let go as she sat down beside him. “We need to talk”, she said. He knew it was over. He always seemed to creep the girls out.

But this time, something in him snapped, and he just acted on impulse. He lunged at Janice and started throttling her. She fought and kicked harder then he had imagined it would be like. Then, she grabs his nuts. Instead of collapsing in a ball of pain, he punched her in the head. Then he wrestled with her, trying to get a garrote he found around her neck. She broke free, but he grabbed her legs and pulled her unwillingly to him. Then he had her, the garrote around her neck, and he pulled with all his energy.

The cord dug tight into her flesh. Just like the dream, her face turned red and her veins popped out. She made all sorts of expressions as she was trying to breath, but no air was getting in. She grabbed and swipped at him, but he was determined to kill her.

Her heels dug into the carpet, her hips bucked, she spasmed and jerked like crazy. Over time she got weaker. It took a long long time for her to does, but right as she did, she peed a little on the carpet.

She was dead. He took the garrote off, the marks on her neck indicating where it had been. He lifted her on the sofa, stripped off her panties and liked her wet pussy. Then he posed her, arching her over the end of the couch and stripping off some of her clothes. He took off her heels, then fucked her—her head hanging off the couch bobbing in death.

He got up and came on her mouth, then as suddenly as he showed up, he was gone, almost like a dream. But this was no dream. Janice was really dead. Her cum-soaked face staring at the ceiling. Her body slightly on and off the sofa–violated. As the moments past, gravity took effect and her body fell to the floor with a thunk of her head.

Happy Valentines Death.mp4