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 – Groupie

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

Description: Tiffany was super excited. It was her birthday and she gets to see her favorite rock star in his private dressing room. She won a local radio call in contest — she called over 80 times.

Entering the dressing room, she was spastic as she ran toward him. He was deep in thought… writing lyrics for what was bound to be his next hit. Yes, he was that good. She waited while he wrote, hardly able to contain her excitement; almost ready to explode. Then he was done and he looked up at her — eye contact. She freaked out, started talking a million miles an hour about how she was his greatest fan, etc.

When he got her calmed down, he started the usual screening process with these “special” girls that were brought into his dressing room. He had to make sure she fit the criteria. Was she pretty? Yes. Was she young? Yes, as young as they come. Was she stupid? No, but not smart either — a nice mix that he could work with. Now he grilled her about family. Raised in foster care — score. Runaways were sometimes better, but defiantly smarter — this girl had the perfect combination and certainly would not be missed either. He made his move.

Yuck, she reacted harshly to his attempts to kiss her, slapping his chest. Wow, normally the girls jumped at the chance. In two minutes, he would usually have the bitch over the massage table banging the shit out of her. Oh well, he would just have to change the order of events. No problem, he was flexible. He put on his game face. Intense, telling her to never, never take a swing at him again. She was petrified. Little bitch had no idea — but she was about to find out.

He lunged at her, covering her mouth and nose with his large, rough hand. Her air was immediately cut off and she reacted intensely, so much so that he lost his grip unexpectedly and she slipped free and was lurching herself away from him. As she clung to the massage table for stability, he pulled her off and she fell roughly to the floor, smacking her head. He pulled her into him like a spider does a fly and he placed his hand right back over her mouth as he positioned her between his legs to stabilize her.

Her eyes grew wide as her air was cut off again. This time she twisted and squirmed the other direction, catching him off guard again. She flipped over on her stomach, ass grinding the air. He flipped with her, keeping his grip over her mouth, not giving her a break. Now that she was slightly weaker, he was able to flip her over and get her back into position. He had her now, and worked toward the endgame.

He kept the pressure over her nose and mouth steady. Her eyes were wide. She grabbed at his wrists and hands, but he would not budge. Her body in reaction to being slowly suffocated heaved and bucked. Her legs would spread wide, then draw themselves up. One of her stockings was bunched up and after digging and kicking at the floor for a bit, one shoe came off. She dug her toes in, but could not get any leverage.

Weaker and weaker she became, her eyes starting to roll up. She bucked, her muscles locked and spasmed, her chest tried to heave. Her hands became incoherent and finally just lay to the side. Her body slowed and slowed. Finally, she was still.

He removed his hand from the dead girl. She stared blankly. He pulled her up, carried her to the massage table and flopped her over it. He removed her panties and looked at her pretty, shaven, tight pussy. He leaned in and sucked her perfect-looking tits. Then he lifted her legs, and slipping himself inside her tight, warm pussy, fucked her for a while until finally cumming inside.

He called the usual roadie who helps him take care of these things and sits down to once again write lyrics. Now it was a new song, a song about a groupie named Tiffany.

Groupie.mp4

Peachy Keen Films – Little Runaway

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

Description: She was just a young thing, probably barely legal, a little runaway that he picked up at the bus station. He hung out their often, it was one of his hunting grounds. This was perfect. She needed to get from Sacramento to Pensacola, but was about $70 short. Well, he swooped right in. He would help her. He would help her, but she had to do a little something for him.

He was a smooth talker, a sociopath by any definition, and, something else,–she would soon find out.

She was shy, her voice was high, with slightly broken speech–no wonder she ran away from home. What happened to her when she was a young–who knows. Her could guess though, and that made her perfect for his little game.

On the bed, she lay there and he touched her so gently, carefully…he did not want her to panic, he liked to keep them calm.

He got her to give him head. That was nice. She did ok, she was so young compared to him, it heightened the experience for him. Then it was time for sex–she actually suggested it…she was anxious, she needed to catch her bus, she wanted her money so she could go him and see her parents, her puppy, her little brother. The violins were playing.

She was a virgin. This was perfect. They were rare at this age, but he would take it, take her, for the first time. A little look came out when he broke her hymen. There was pain, discomfort in her face. It got a little better for her, she away looked uncomfortable. It was great for him as he shot his load up inside her tight, wet pussy.

They were don, she sits quietly on the bed, looking so violated and innocent. She asks for her money, she has to go now.

He pulls his gun out of the dresser, spins around and shoots her dead.

The hold appeared in the middle of her chest. It was a big hole. He had a big gun. She flew back. Twitched. Then, she was still. She had a nice stare, her mouth slightly open. Now he could have some more time with her.

He called it in. He worked at the morgue. It was the best job. He found her on the side of the road, fresh, he made up a story and he brought her in. It was late, no one was around.

Room 8 was his favorite. Quiet, except for the construction upstairs.

He got to work on her, nothing official he needed to do really, he was just a gopher with an access pass after all. It helps to have a parent who is an administrator. He loved his life.

He played around, mockingly doing the report on her. He said on the phone when he called it in that it looked like an OD. They will laugh that he missed the big gunshot wound to her chest. Oh well, he was charming, they always forgave him. Maybe next time he will poison the girl–he changes it up from time to time.

He gave her a quick mock exam, but really his interest was in her. Her body was so adorable. He loved the whole process. He found this very alive girl, so innocent, she just wanted to go home..awwww. Then, he took her virginity away and took her life away. Now he would take anything else that remained. That is what he loved and he set about exploring her, sucking and licking her. He slipped his cock into her mouth and fucked it. Then, he fucked her again. He came all over her in a massive surge, covering her from pussy to face.

He cleaned her up, got her straightened out, then said his goodbyes. It was time to go, find another. He did not always kill them, in fact, most he did not. But, he certainly liked taking advantage of them, of the innocent. Breaking them was half the fun. He could kill them anytime. Killing people was so easy. It was the other stuff that was the challenge. He bid her farewell and left.

Little Runaway.mp4

Peachy Keen Films – Lure and Murder

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

Description: Lexxi was a pretty, sweet, girl. Shortly after high school, she moved close to one of her best friends in a small college town. Here, she took some classes, lived in a small studio apartment, and tried to do some modeling on the side. Tonight, she was getting ready to go out to a local club with her friend. She had a nice dress and lingerie that she got to keep from her first real photo-shoot. She was excited.

But, her friend called and canceled. She decided she would go anyway, rather then stay home and feel sorry for herself. She fell back onto her bed and pleasured herself, then got dressed, putting on her lacy bra and black sheen stockings before finishing with nice pumps. She was ready to get lucky tonight–she told herself.

Meanwhile, two brothers were initiating a plan that would hopefully get them some needed cash. The plan–have the younger brother cruise the club and bring home a rich girl for ransom.

When he returned, the girl was already heavily under the effects of the drugs he slipped into her drink. He was so proud of himself. She was easily the hottest girl there and he figured, she had to have rich parents they way she was dressed. His brother was not home, so he quickly worked on getting a little action before he returned.

On the couch, he sexually molested her while she half protested, half let it happen. She did not fully know up from down at this point. She really just wanted to go home. It was not until he started forcing her down on his cock that she truly started to panic.

Then, the older brother stormed in and broke it up. “Don’t fuck with the merchandise”, he reminded his little bro. She was wanting out of there at this point, but he quickly, to younger brothers objections, beat her down. Once unconscious, they got her on the couch, stripped her dress off, then carried her off to the bedroom.

On the bed, they worked on securing her with cuffs , restraints and ball gag. She might be there a while depending on how long it took her rich parents to pay up.

She woke up and started protesting again, but he leaped up onto the bed, straddling her and punched her hard in the face–she was unconscious again.

When he left the room to run an errand, the younger brother took full advantage of the situation. He flipped her over, massaged her enormous natural tits, groped her all over, fingered her pussy. She woke up again and begged and pleaded to be let go. He was about to fuck her when his older brother came in and kicked him out of the room.

Now, alone with her, he grilled her for info about her family. She claimed they were poor, so he kept beating her to get her to fess up. She was in tears and agony when he finally finished with her. He was sure she was telling the truth now so he called his young brother back in and told him he had one shot with her.

So, he made the best of it, knowing her time would be short. He fingered her and fucked her every way and when he was done, left her curled up on the bed in sweat and tears.

Later, he came back, decided he wanted one more thing from her. She begged to be let go and he promised he would if she would give him a really good blowjob and let him cum in her mouth. She knew she had to. It was the only way she would get out of this alive. All she wanted was to go home, leave her studio and college and move back home with her family.

She spent the next several minutes possibly giving the best head of her life. At the end, he shot his hot, sticky load into her mouth. She gagged on it and coughed and spat it out, then fell to the floor in a ball, full of shame and pain.

Both brothers looked at her weak, brutalized form. Then, the older brother moved behind her with a rope, wrapped it around her neck and yanked her up onto the bed. While he strangled her, his little brother fingered the girl.

She bucked and kicked, tried to pull him off, tried to kick someone, anyone. She bucked against his fingers, fucking them with her pussy while being strangled. Her mouth was wide, eyes wide too. Her tongue lashed out for air. There was none. The rope dug into her flesh, her face red. She was going to die her, and she knew it.

After a while, her body weakened, spasming, bucking, legs spread as little brother finger fucked her tight warm pussy. She jerked and twitched, her leg muscles locked….then she relaxed. Her body was still. She was dead.

He rolled the dead little college girl off of him. He admired her fine ass and was a bit envious that his brother got to tap that a few times. They flipped her back over, left, her spread out on the bed, and went to get some dinner and set up a new plan.

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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.

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