Peachy Keen Films – Killing Alice Whyte

Categories: Strangle, Death Fetish, Snuff Play, Shooting, Abuse, Rape, Bagging

Description: Starring Alice Whyte

She is in his office. She has all the power and sits alone. Her boss is at home with this wife and she smiles, thinking of him. She has him under control and there is nothing that can be done. She plays with herself—thinking about it make her wet.

A man has entered. She is unaware. He watched her for a moment, then levels the gun at the back of her chair.

PFTTT….PFTTT

The silenced round cut cleanly through the fabric and wood and holes burst out of her chest, forever changing her appearance. She is in pain. Two gaping holes, through and through. He turns her around, forced her to stop covering herself in fear and pain and shoots her two more time.

She falls off the chair onto the floor, withering in agony. The man never talks—but clearly has a goal. Make her suffer. He pushes her over, then shoots her again in the belly. She curls into a ball.

He lifts her back on the chair, then takes her there. When he is done fucking her, he levels the gun at her pussy. She cannot believe it. All this, for what—an affair with the boss. Her power trip is ending.

PFTTT

The bullet travels clear into her pussy, tearing her insides. Blood glistens on her slit. She is dead.

Fetish Elements: Violence, Nudity, Sexual Content, Multi-Shots, Suffering, Begging, Crying, Pussy Shot, Clothes Stripping, Rape, Body Views.

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Peachy Keen Films – Hogtie Killer 6

Categories: Strangle, Death Fetish, Snuff Play, Shooting, Abuse, Rape, Bagging

Description: The district attorney was in hiding. Stuck in a hotel room, a policeman outside, waiting on food delivery, she expresses frustration to her friend on the phone. It was only a few weeks ago that her temporary secretary was attacked, kidnapped and brutally murdered. Shortly after that, some poor university girl was killed—just for publishing a story. She was a good girl. A cheerleader, an honor student. Murdered over something she had no connection to. Before that, another student was murdered at the same school and prior to that, that reporter. Of course, what started it all was the female cop—that poor poor cop. Now she was a target. But she was strong and would get through this.

A knock at the door. Ahh food–finally. But as she opened the door, her worst nightmare was realized. It was not the delivery man or the police officer. They were both likely dead, she thought, in the moments before he plowed into her, knocking her too the floor. And now, she feared, she would be dead soon too.

He was relentless, beating her to a pulp, kicking her across the floor–slamming into the fridge, dishes shattering around her. He dragged her into the bedroom. She was delirious with all the hitting.

On the bed, he tore off her business suit. She was momentarily sad, remembering it was a quality product. She would get another if she lived through this. He hit her again knocking her out. He then spent time, touching and rubbing her, looking at her pussy, fingering it. She was #6 and it was getting to the point where he was forgetting his purpose. He was almost on autopilot. An attack dog, then a lustful animal. He ravaged her, so sexy, so beautiful. He would have so much fun with her.

She woke up, sobbing and begging as he fingered her wet pussy. When he tired of this, he ball gagged her, then tied her spread eagle to the bed. He got out his favorite toy. His tazer. She saw it, know what it was instantly. She panicked, begging through her gag, pulling back from him. But. she was not going anywhere and he started working her over. She reacted intensely to each jolt, her muscles tensing, her body shaking. Ne made no sound while the shock was pulsing through her. She could not. The moment he released it, she was panting and moaning. If only she could curl up unto a ball and make this all go away. He worked her over for a while until she finally passed out.

He cut off her bra and panties. Then, he explored her body some more before flipping her over and tying her arms to her legs in sort of an easy access hogtie. No, the real hogtie–the one for the cops to find–for his legacy–would be done later. This one was for his pleasure. So, he spent a while, fingering her now very wet pussy. He fingered her and licked her until she finally woke up.

She was begging and pleading through her gag. She would tell him everything. He laughed as he held the tazer again. OF COURSE she would tell him everything. They ALWAYS told him everything. That was not the point. THIS was the point–and he started all over again. Once again, her body responded–tensing up, releasing, moaning, breathing. He did this over and over. He liked watching her shake and spasm–watching her boobs shake and the muscles in her legs twitch and convulse.

She went out again. He splashed some water in her face, abruptly waking her. She was done, spent, about to just completely detach. But, there was nothing she could do. HE was not done. HE was not going to let up. So, he tazered her some more. She desperately wanted to tell him the final persons name and so he let her. Might as well. And with that information–the potential end to his quest, he finished tazering her, then shoved his cock in her mouth.

After a bit in this awkward position, he place her on the bed in a doggy pose and rammed his cock deep into her throat. She could really take it well, slime and drool pouring out of her mouth every time he pulled out. Now, properly lubed, it was time to fuck her. And so he did, fucking her hard, hard, hard, as she moaned and cried.

But then he did something he had not done before–something new. He rolled her back–her face down, her ass in the air. It was if she knew what he wanted and she tensed up, prepping and begging him not to–but he did. He fucked her ass–sodomizing the district attorney who helped put his family in prison. He fucked her tight ass until he could not take it any more–until he shot his load up her ass. Then he shoved her off of him like garbage. She cried and cried as he left for a while.

Now, she was tied up, in a proper hogtie. This time, her hair was also tied back, pulling her head back. This was perfect, because now he wanted her to get him off again. His libido was working overtime, his lust for violence of this sort was harder and harder to maintain. He, of course, promised to let her go. She had to believe him. Why not. Either he would, or he would not. There was no risk in doing what he asked to try and live. And–that was the best part. They did their very, very best to survive and he got a fucking awesome blowjob. And, at the end of this fucking awesome, drool injected, gag heavy, throat thrusting blowjob, he let it all out in her pretty little mouth–filling her up with his hot cum. Of course, they always pushed it out and that was even better, watching his cum, HIS fluids drool out of the poor girls mouth. Priceless.

Of course, she would not live and the look in her eyes was evidence that she knew the score. But, what the hell. She had a good ride. He looped the rope around he neck and pulled. Her body tensed up. While her mind may not be in survival mode, her body was, and she shook and spasmed like crazy. Her face turned beet red, her eyes cringed, mouth twisted and veins popped out. She struggles as hard as a person could in a restrictive hogtie. When it was done, he let her slump forward, head hanging off the bed, drool oozing out onto the carpet of the cheap hotel they were in.

He spent plenty of time untying her. He liked this process. She was quiet–well, dead. He liked the quiet and they way the warm body just did whatever he wanted. He got all the ropes off, then posed her on the bed for the cops to find. Another Hogtie Killer victim. It would be near the end, unless he could find some more on his way to California. It was a long road ahead and you never know who your gonna meet.

Contains: Violence, Beating, Nudity, Explicit Sexual Content, Forced Blowjob, R A P E, ANAL R A P E, Hogtie, Garrote Strangle, Bag Gag, Bondage, Tazering, DROOLING, Hair Pulling, Humiliation, Begging, CRYING, Foot Views, Body Views.

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Peachy Keen Films – Wheel Of Misfortune

Categories: Strangle, Death Fetish, Snuff Play, Shooting, Abuse, Rape, Bagging

Description: ItТs always so comfortable to come home and relax with the one you care about the most. Ivy and Brooke are exhausted, but not too tired to have a little fun. They begin kissing softly, both of them knowing it will lead to a night of passion.

But their foreplay is broken by an intruder, silenced pistol in hand, a bag of tricks in his hands. He knows Brooke somehow, but the connection isnТt clear. He removes a bottle of chloroform and forces Ivy to splash some on a cloth a place it over BrookeТs mouth, knocking her out. He wraps his bicep around IvyТs neck and knocks her out too, its easier this way.

They awake some time later, stripped to their underwear, gags in their mouth, hands bound behind their backs. The intruder is an assassin sent by the mob, Brooke should never have fucked with the mob. But before he does them in, he is going to amend his little schedule. HeТs already received his money, what if he lets them go? What would they do? They would do ANYTHING he asked.

Their hands still bound, Brooke fucks Ivy with a strap-on as she lays face down on the bed, a test exercise he explains before he can untie them. He flips Ivy over as Brooke continues fucking her, his cock alternating between their mouthes as they suck his cock deep.

Ivy and Brooke switch, Ivy donning the strap-on as Brooke devours the assassinТs cock. HeТs decided he must get a taste for himself, jealous of the dildo, perhaps. He fucks Brooke for a while before letting her jump back onto the strap-on. They fuck hard until both girls cum, their pussies touching.

HeТs happy they could go out with a little excitement, his silenced pistol searching for a target. He was supposed to let them go, but heТs going to have a little fun first. He ties them up downstairs, gagging them again, hands bound behind them.

But their fates will not be decided by pistol or even by the assassin. He shows them his Wheel of Misfortune, spin the arrow and choose your method of death, whether you like it or not.

He spins the wheel, hoping that it lands on Уthroat cut,Ф but then again, thatТs not up to him. He spins. BAGGING!? He doesnТt think thatТs very fun, but you have to obey the wishes of the wheel!

He grabs a plastic bag and wraps it around IvyТs head as she struggles to breath, the plastic inching closer and closer as she asphyxiates. She dies easily, this is his profession after all.

Brooke is up next, he makes her decide her own fate, forcing her to spin the wheel. Hanging falls under the arrows direction.

In her garage he has prepared the stage of her doom, the noose wrapped around her neck. He loved fucking Brooke earlier, but he wants one more little taste. He rubs her clit one last time, forcing her to cum before pulling the rope and hanging the poor, sweet girl. She holds on for several minutes, trying to resist the pressure, but she falls limp, swaying in her empty and silent garage.

Fetish Elements: Explicit Sexual Content, Lesbians, Kissing, Assassin, Chloroform, Knock-Out, Gag, Bound, Rope, Strap-On, Blow Job, Threesome, Fucking, Bagging, Asphyxia, Hanging, Body Views, Foot Views

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