Peachy Keen Films – Happy Meat

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

Description: Another custom inspired by a Dolcett comic.

A young woman waits in a room in front of a camera, excited about being chosen to be meat. She eagerly describes herself to the unknown audience. She is a bit nervous–not about her impending death, but about talking to the camera. Soon the head chef arrives to help her along. He delicately explores her body, pointing out the choice cuts of meat to the audience, while also explaining it to her like teacher to a student. Soon it is time for her to die. The method she chooses is neck break. After saying their goodbyes he dispatches her quickly. Then he takes his time to explore her young, perfect body. On several occasions he pauses to spread her wide for which the camera graces us with extremely close and lingering views. Later, he pulls her on top of him and has her, changing positions halfway through to ram her from behind until he climaxes. He then poses her and we are treated to finishing shots of her glistening with oil in various poses

Fetish Elements: Nudity, heavy sexual content, neck break, postmortem play.

Happy_Meat.mp4

Peachy Keen Films – Party Time

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

Description: Chris and Roxxxy were a killing couple. Tonight, after getting fucked up, snorting a speedball and popping ecstasy, the decided to kill an escort They find a pretty one in the local adult paper and order her up. When she arrives, they make her comfortable and Chris gives her a drink tainted with GHB which will soon cause her to comply with whatever they want.

At first though, they have a little harmless fun. The girls in hot lingerie start messing around with each other. First, Roxxxy licks Keely’s sweet pussy then they switch. Chris tries to finger Keely, but the drug had not taken effect yet and she reminds him of the rule…only girls for her. So the show goes on and the next time Chris tries, she tries to protest, but he forces her to keep focused on Roxxxy’s pussy while he fingers her tight hole. The mood changes. Now, she is their play-toy and they do whatever they want with the compliant girl. Next, Roxxxy forces her to suck Chris’s cock, but soon joins in herself. Afterward, Chris shoves a large latex dildo in Keely’s tight pussy and soon the girls are both ramming it—their pussies slamming together. During this process, Chris ball gags and hand and leg cuffs Keely.

Then, Chris has Roxxxy fuck Keely with a strap-on, then has Keely fuck Roxxxy. Chris takes a couple opportunities to get more head from Roxxxy, but soon has his gun out and is threatening Keely as she sucks his cock. When she does not do it right, he knocks her unconscious with the butt of the gun. While unconscious, Roxxy climbs on the strap-on that Keely is still wearing and fucks it. Then, Chris fucks Keelys unconscious body, cumming all over her belly and tits.

Next, they take Keely, who is now awake but groggy, and put a rope around her neck. They force her up on a stool while she begs and pleads. When they kick it out, Roxxxy tries to hold the rope, but soon Chris has to take over. As she is kept a few inches off the floor, she slowly asphyxiates. She kicks her lets wildly, her nylon-stocking clad toes reaching for the safety of the floor. She struggles as best she can with gravity pulling her little body toward the floor as hard as it can and only her neck being the very thing that is keeping her alive, but at the expense of air, precious air. She reaches up and tries to pull on the rope, perhaps lifting herself up and getting a reprieve from the lack of oxygen. But, she did not have the strength anymore and she was weakening fast. Soon, foamy saliva was oozing out of her mouth. Roxxxy found all this very exciting and was fingering her pussy as she watched the girl die. Soon, she was only twitching.

Then, right as Roxxxy orgasms from pounding her pussy with her fingers, Keely is dead. Chris lets her drop roughly to the floor. Chris goes out of the room and Roxxxy spends more time with Keely’s corpse, licking her warm dead pussy. When Chris returns, he has a surprise for Roxxxy. Under guise of a massage, he gets her to sit on the couch, then goes around behind her and promptly puts a plastic back over her head. Roxxxy fights hard, kicking her legs out, her high-heel shoes digging and banging into the carpet. She tries to grab the bag and rip it but Chris manages to secure both her hands by a hold on her wrists up above her head.

Now, all she could do was suck plastic and that is what she did. She sucked hard, the plastic deforming her face, drool coming out and wetting the interior of the bag. Sweat covers her tits and belly as her body bucks and spasms, legs kicking, muscles locking and twitching, heels pointing out. She continues to fight for a while, but finally slows down. Eventually, Chris lets her arms fall by her side where she only has the strength to let them lay there and twitch.

She finally dies, her legs, and heels coming to a rest on the carpet, her body slunk down in the couch, her face distorted by the plastic–tongue mashed against it, one eye wild open and one eye partially closed. He takes the bag off. So turned on by this, he goes around, lifts her legs up and fucks her like a madman until climaxing inside her. He takes his leave, having to go prep items for body disposal. The camera remains to pan the two dead girls.

Party Time.mp4

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