Peachy Keen Films – Caged Robin

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

Description: Bane is at it again! This time he’s stolen money from the church. He sits in his lair, counting his booty when the Flash zooms in to save the day. She lectures him — with her fists, using her speedy powers to sucker punch the crap out of him. But he’s strong, and the second she slows down, he takes the opportunity to get in a punch. He knocks her around and then shoves her to the ground.

Grabbing her hair, Bane whips out his cock and shoves it in her mouth. She tries to protest but he’s too strong. He uses the handful of her hair to thrust his cock inside her face as she makes gagging sounds and moans. He pounds her mouth until he cums down her throat, then slaps her in the face with his cock and she falls backwards.

He yells at her, trying to force her to tell him where the Bat Cave is, but she refuses! She will never tell the likes of him! He punches her in the face a few more times and chokes her. She finally relents, and tells him where it is. “I have no further use for you,” he says, before he crushes her skull with his bare hands and snaps her neck. She dies immediately, falling limply to the ground. He leaves her behind and goes for the Bat Cave.

Back at the Bat Cave, Robin gets a message that something terrible has happened to the Flash. Meanwhile, Bane calls one of his henchman with his new found information, and instructions to carry out. He enters the Cave, surveys the situation. He’s snooping around when Robin returns, but he hides before she can see him. She’s just about to unknowingly lock him in the cell when he lunges at her from his hiding place, punching her in the face.

He knocks her to the ground, kicking her and punching her while she’s down, until she’s out. He makes a call to Bane, letting him know he found the Cave and his little birdie, Robin. Together, they hatch a plan.

Robin awakes to her face being slapped. She is bound to a stool on the inside of the cage, her wrists tied above her head. Bane’s henchman has already decided to take full advantage of this situation. He pulls out a powerful vibrator and presses it against Robin’s white cotton panties. She moans. This feels so wrong, but wrong feels so good. He continues with the vibrator as she moans loudly, her pussy hot and wet. Now it’s his turn.

He pulls out his cock and shoves it in her mouth. She tries to resist at first but he is very physically insistent. Plus she doesn’t have a whole lot of room to move around. She sucks his cock, hoping that if she complies he will let her go. But he’s not finished yet. After ripping her panties in half, he fucks her. She’s still bound to the stool, but he slides in from behind.

After he cums, it’s time to set up the rest of the trap for Batman. He slaps her as and leaves, locking the cage door behind him. Now that he’s gone. Robin hatches a plan of her own. She struggles her way free of her bonds and crawls up the grating in the cage to the ceiling.

When Bane’s henchman re-enters, he is confused by the absent Robin. The door is still locked. How could she have gotten free? He unlocks the door and looks around the cell. Ha. He fell for it! She jumps on his back with her legs wrapped around him. They struggle, but he wins. He grabs her and fucks her some more.

He exposes her tits and removes her boots as he’s fucking her. She’s a tight little birdie, and he’s punishing her for trying to escape. He fucks her hard until he cums on her face. Then he snaps her neck in one foul swoop, leaving her limp body in the Bat Cave cell. That’ll teach her!

Fetish Elements: Explicit Sexual Content, Superheroine, Blowjobs, Neck Break (x2), Skull Crushing, Fucking, Bondage, Costumes, Role Play, Fighting, Beating, Kicking, Punching, Cumshot, Facial, Forced Blowjob, Rope, Boot Removal, Boot Socks, Body Views.

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Peachy Keen Films – Stargirl and Hellfire

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

Description: Stargirl and Hellfire are in the midst of a very heated battle. He tosses a fireball at her chest! She staggers backward but keeps her balance. Then she charges up her cosmic rod and zaps him! But he grabs the rod and uses his powers to instantly make it smolderingly hot. The hellfire courses through the rod and Powergirl has to let go!

She falls backward, cradling the burning flesh of her hands. Hellfire uses this opportunity to snap the cosmic rod into several pieces! She screams in protest, but it’s too late. He punches Stargirl repeatedly until she is too weak to fight. Then he pulls her up on his lap and starts to punish her with tickles. He tickles her armpits and her thighs. She laughs and moans and squirms all over him.

Now it’s time for ultimate payback. He pulls out his cock and shoves it in her throat. She tries to get away but he’s stronger. He punches her a few times again and holds her hands together above her head so she can’t hit him anymore. She sucks his dick until he cums.

Now he’s finished with her. He chokes her, and then decided to do the job quicker and uses his hellfire powers. He places his hands firmly on Stargirl’s chest and shocks her with all his power. Her whole body convulses as she moans and yells. Then, quiet and stillness. Finally, no more Stargirl!

Fetish Elements: Explicit Sexual Content, Superheroine, Blowjob, Tickling, Costumes, Role Play, Death, Boot Fetish, Topless, Body Views.

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Peachy Keen Films – The Good Murders

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

Description: The Story

Steve and Chris are bummed on life and decide they hate women. They are determined to murder as many as they can. They are new at this, so they must start simple and work their way up.

The Whores

When Steve emerged it was time. They were a little unsure, but more or less knew what they had to do. Chris knew where he wanted to do it and laid a blanket out in the game room. They both brought her in. Her blindfold had fallen off, but she was still gagged and cuffed. She was shaken, disoriented. She expected they would put her back in the car and leave her off somewhere. She would report it to the police, they would do nothing, business as usual.

They set her down on the blanket and Chris asked Steve if he had the cord. She knew this was different at that moment. From the feeling of hurt, betrayal, sadness, and self-pity, now became fear — absolute fear that she was about to die and every single muscle in her body responded to this threat. She nearly got free; instantly she was a squirming squealing insect. Her body shivered and withered. Steve was desperately trying to get the cord around her neck, but she kept trying to avoid it and them and any sort of touch at all. Chris got her legs and clamped down on them, but her torso kept bucking and twisting. Then the cloth came out of her mouth and the yelling began. Chris cringed, wondering if the neighbors would hear. He encouraged Steve to hurry and he was doing his best. Finally — finally! — he got the garrote around, but there was yet to be pressure. This was hard, harder then it looked in the movies. He kept pulling back and she kept going with him — it would not get tight. She was still able to breathe.

Then, she went forward and he backward and the airflow stopped. The sound was shocking to Chris — he had never heard it before. Neither had Steve and to him it was beautiful, the gagging music to his deranged ears.

She bucked and spasmed. Chris held her legs, Steve kept the garrote tight around her neck. Her face was almost against the floor, her tongue and globs of drool hitting the dirty, filthy carpet. She spasmed some more, lashed out her tongue, eyes wide with fear.

After several minutes, once she finally slowed down and eventually stopped, Steve let go. Chris let go. It was done. They were exhausted. In the struggle she had moved off the blanket. Now, they picked her up and laid her back on it. They talked about disposal. She woke up. She was just unconscious.

Shit.

Chris told Steve to do better, to be sure this time. Steve got the garrote around her neck again. Luckily she was weakened, not as crazy. He was able to put his sandal on the rope, pinching one end to the ground. Now, he could take the other end with both hands and pull more confidently. She struggled for a while, then finally slowed down, but this time she lay for the longest time, barely aware, eyes open and tongue out. She looked at Steve and Steve looked at her. She faded and was gone.

While Chris went to prepare, Steve sat and stared at her, looking closely at her wound on her neck. Looking closely at all of her, like she was a specimen he found. She was his first — she was their first.

But, she would not be their last.

Earlier they had learned that the other girl was a close friend and were now determined to eliminate her as a witness. They found her in the same spot. After getting her in the car, she turned and saw her friend, dead in the back. She freaked out and Steve punched her hard, knocking her out.

When they got to the house, they carried her unconscious form to the bedroom. This time it was streamlined. They had done this before, not two hours earlier. They stripped her off, she woke up and was raging to leave. Steve ran out of the room to get the cord, while Chris punched her several timed to calm her down. They got the cord around her and Steve tried a two-handed strangle again. This time he was determined to make it work. She struggled and spasmed. Chris tried to help, but Steve just got more and more intense and made him watch, but not touch. He was… different than the person he knew from the bar. He had changed after that first kill.

Steve worked on her for a while… her body not ready to give up. Her eyes were wide, tongue out, drool and sweat all over her.

When it was over, her last glint of life was a single tear streaming out of her eye. Chris noticed a single tear coming out of Steve’s eye at the same time. There was no explaining this transition. Steve was a killer, and Chris knew after this day, he would be too. Together, they would find their prey and kill them. And, not just whores. All kinds of women, from strippers to church girls. In fact, he remembered a cute college student he saw the other day in the park. Maybe he would have Steve watch her for a few days, see what her pattern was. Maybe they could get themselves a cute little coed next…

The Dancer

They picked her up at a strip club. It was a fluke. They were always looking, but everything had to be planned. They had a system, a script that they worked from. Now it was 6am on a bright sunny morning and they were driving a young woman home. She had fought with her boyfriend that night because she did not want to go home when he did. Chris and Steve were there. Chris, used his manipulation skills to act as her rescuer. In the van, Steve sat quietly in the back — waiting. Chris convinced her that they needed to stop at their place, and further convinced her to come inside.

Once inside, Steve bashed her in the back of the head and she went down hard. They brought her too a room in the house and made quick work of stripping and cuffing her. She woke up, instantly yelling and struggling, but Steve was quick to get the rope around her neck — the same rope they had used on the whores.

She lurched and struggled, but her fight was quickly waning. She was covered in sweat and half gone with lack of oxygen. Her hands were batting around at anything and nothing. Her eyes wide and mouth fishing for air. She slowed and slowed and finally was still.

Steve was amazed at how easy it was to get this girl. He was almost invigorated by this, as if a new Steve were starting to emerge. He was ready for the next girl… a girl Chris had been stalking for the last several days. He would go to the park in a few more days to see her with Chris. But now, a task was at hand. They tossed her clothes on her body and each grabbed an end and they carried her out for later disposal.

The Student

The door burst open and they brought her into a small room–forcing her down on her knees. Her gag was gone and she was begging for her life as her whole body shook in fear. Chris asked if he can do this one and Steve let him. She started to panic even more as Chris is handed the infamous garrote that has been used for all the killings. Chris fumbles with it, then gets it around her neck and pulls. His grip is wrong, he does not know what he he doing. Kala’s air is cut off, then back again and she gasps and freaks out at the same time. Steve tries to help Chris and, while they are momentarily distracted, Kala starts to crawl away. It’s a pathetic attempt; nothing, really. Steve grabs her around the waist and sets her back in her spot on the plastic like disciplining a child. He then shows Chris how it is done and gets the cord around the weeping girl’s neck and pulls. Many kills later, and Steve is a pro. He had the garrote wrapped twice, tight against her skin–Kala has no air. Her legs are trapped underneath her in an upright position. Her face strains and her body shudders as she tries to fight.

Covered with sweat, hair matted against her forehead — she is no longer the pretty collage girl, but a dying, sticky, mess. Her body betrays her with shudders and spasms. Her mouth fills up with foaming drool with oozes out in a long stream from her chin to the floor. Steve lays her back down, letting her legs free to weakly kick and buck, but she slowly fades out.

After observing thier new victim for a moment, they wrap her up in the plastic she was on, leaving her covered in sweat.

The Faithful

At the table, Steve and Lexxi brainstormed ideas while slowly in the background, Chris approached. When he was close enough, he placed the chloroform-soaked rag over her mouth and nose. She struggled a bit, then was out. They each grabbed a part of her and lifted her up and out of the room.

When Chris cut of her air as her body instantly and intensely bucked and gyrated against him. Her legs went crazy, but they were tied up so she could do little but struggle and try to take a breath — a chance she was not given. He strangled her hard for a few long minutes, but he began to get tired. Steve cannot believe this and yells at him to get out of the way. He unties one of her hands and Chris looses his grip on the garrote as he struggles to get out and let Steve in. Lexxi gasps for air and swings her arm, trying anything she can to live. Steve quickly gets into position and Chris grabs the rope on her wrist and reties it. Within moments, Steve is pulling on the rope hard and it digs into her flesh — the marks from he previous strangle session now clearly visible.

Lexxi struggles hard initially, but, already weakened form being strangled by Chris, she slows considerably, finally she is dead. Steve roughly unties her and shoves her to the side.

The Neighbor

Months later, they have killed whores, strippers, college girls and church girls and many others in-between, always looking for more. Today, one would be delivered right to them, except this one was different then any they had killed in the past. This one they knew.

Finally, it was time. Chris had been having trouble strangling. The last time with the church girl, he physically was worn out and had to switch with Steve. So, to this day, he has never actually killed anyone. Today would be different. The cord was wrapped around her neck and they each took an end and pulled — thus sharing the kill.

She fought and struggled hard, but there was not much she could to. Her hands were cuffed, she swung her legs wildly, but the two men just kept pulling tight, smiling down on her demise. Her face was beat red, her eyes wide and mouth open with tongue out. She struggled for a long, long time, but eventually she weakened. Once she was dead, staring at them — the men who murdered her — they looked back at Mrs Jones with love and lust and want and a delirious euphoria.

They wrapped her up in the blanket they killed so many on — no longer will they be using it. Later, they sat, looking at a map of the world, for now, it was their oyster…

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Peachy Keen Films – Raped And Murdered

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

Description: A young secretary is working late. She gets a call from her boss and she tells him about all the heat she has been getting from clients. The are all mad—thinking he has taken their money and how has skipped town. He tells her to grab some important files, then go home and he will meet her soon.

She goes to teh file drawer, carrying out his instructions, but when she turns around there is a man, standing a few feet from her.

He seems agitated.

She tries to calmly get him to leave, but he wants to know where his money is and wants to know where he can find the man who stole it–her boss.

But, she didn’t know and all she could do was try to explain that too him. But, things turn physical, he gets violent, slapping her hard to the ground, then pulling her pack up, punching her in the belly. She crumples back to the ground and he kicks and stomps her until she is a quivering mess of tears and pain.

He forced her back up at knifepoint, threatening her, constantly asking her where her boss is. But, she does not know. He forces her to strip to her braw and panties, heels and stockings, then cuffs her and places her on a chair.

He tazers her all over until she is quivering she finally goes out. He takes the time to rummage through the office looking for evidence of his money or the mans location. She wakes up and tries to leave, but he throws her to the ground and tazers her–watching as her who body arches and spasms as the electricity courses through her.

He then forced her on her knees and jams his hard, throbbing cock down her throat, making her gag on it and drool.

After a while, he put her up on her desk, cuts off her bra an panites. he roughly sicks on her tits, then fingers her tight pussy. Her heels and stocking stay on.

He pushes her legs apart, her back smashed on her computer terminal, and slips his cock in, fucking the poor girl. She is covered with sweat and he pounds her tight, innocent, secretary pussy until he almost blows his load. But, he waits, flipping her over, the fucking her bent over her desk.

Later, he movies her to the chair, knees tucked underneath her, he is able to thrust his cock in really, really deep, feeling just how warm and tight she is, he finishes by unloading his cum deep inside her.

Later, he forced her to suck him off until he fills her mouth with his hot semen, then he pushes her on the floor where she curls in a ball–sobbing.

Back on the chair, her arms still cuffed behind her, it was time to leave a message for her boss–unfortunately, she was that message.

he wraps a garrote around her neck. Her body tenses up, arches, eyes wide, rolling back, tongue out, and she jerks and bucks trying hard to live.

After a struggle the fall to the floor and she spreads her legs wide and the garrote digs deep into her soft neck. He grabs her hair, pulling her neck back to watch her face as the garrote ends her life.

Her body bucks, jiggles and jerks, but after a long long struggle, her eyes roll back, face becomes slack and she is still. He lets her flop to the ground, then repositions her as a nice presentation if and when the boss returns. He gives her one more look, then leaves the battered, nude, dead body of the young, innocent secretary for someone to find.

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Peachy Keen Films – Next Comes Death

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

Description: A young woman, alone in a room. She is handcuffed to the wooden chair she sits on. Her legs are cuffed as well. She has been their for hours, the bruises on her arms and legs–evidence of pain and torture. She is glistening with sweet. A fan blows nearby, the only thing to keep her alert. She looks around, tries to pull at the cuffs, but the bruising around her wrists and legs remind her that she cannot escape. He walks in…a man, she does not know him. He grabbed her, as she was walking to her parents house. Why–she did not know. He taunts her, torments her, then when she does not expect it, he hits her hard, this time in the face. Blood comes out her mouth, she cries in pain. He continues to torment her. There is no reason for her to be here–he has no agenda. He hit her some more. At one point, he grabs her nose piercing, squeezes/twists it, leaving a smudge of blood…again, the cries or pain. That is, of course the reason….the suffering of an innocent girl. His power comes from this, what he was doing now. He punched her in the gut, again and again. She was delirious with pain. He checks her cuffs, tightens them until they dig into her flesh—bruised and bleeding. He hits her again, this time, she is out. He wakes her up. He just returned from the store, like so many times. He tormented her some more. Then he cuts off her white panties. He wets his finger and slides it into her cunt. He finger bangs her. She protests, crying, saying “no’s” and “don’ts”, but it is for not. He decides it is time. He pulls out his cock, forces her to suck it. He tells her if she does a good job he will let her go. He has to work hard at it, she resists. He tells her again, more clearly. She complies. She starts to do well, very well. She starts to get into it and he finishes, cumming in her mouth…..she takes it—she wants to do good so he will let her go. The cum runs off her tongue, down her chin, onto the floor, mixing with the blood and sweat from so many hours of pain. And, it was good. He punches her in the head as a reward and knocks her out. He returns and she is awake again. He tells her it is time. She almost believes him. He is behind her. She waits. He brings the scalpel around her neck, quickly slicing it across. Blood sprays out, then pours out, running down her breasts. She chokes, gags, spasms—her body jerks, her head leans back, her mouth open, her eyes wide. She spasms a bit longer, then slows, slows, slows down until she is still…staring….dead.

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Peachy Keen Films – Pajama Party Massacre

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

Description: Four college girls are hanging out, having fun. They play cards, have a pillow fight, and, when things lead to truth-or-dare, they try some lesbian experimentation. Later, when they are all asleep an insane killer enters and dispatches them one by one. The first girl surprises him, and he quickly kills her, crushing her throat with his powerful arm. He finds the next girl asleep next to her friend in the upstairs bedroom. He slowly caresses her soft young body, but after a while tires of this and wraps the thin strap, his weapon from the last place he visited, around her neck. She wakes up to no air and instantly panics and struggles, waking her girlfriend next to her. He reaches over and punches the other girl, knocking her out so he can continue to kill. And he does. After a long vicious struggle, with spread wide legs, and eyes budging, she is dead. He moves on to the next girl. The killer swiftly places the garrote around her neck. He slowly, yet with great insane intensity, strangles her. She is overwhelmed, but tries hard to live. Mouth agape, her tongue lunges for air, but there is none to be had. She fades away, eyes staring at nothing in particular. Then the killer goes downstairs and garrote strangles the last sleeping girl. She is a fighter and almost gets away. Her legs fly around, her young nude body twists and turns, trying to find that one hope for release. But our killer is insanely strong and will not give up. She weakens and finally slides to the floor. He lets her fall, her head smacking the carpet with a thud, dead and eyes fixed open. Finally, he carries her and the first girl back upstairs and poses them on the bed with the others.

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Peachy Keen Films – Raped And Strangled 2

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

Description: Samantha was reading a book while her family watched TV downstairs. Suddenly, there was a crash. She walked up to the door. It sounded like arguing–again. She opened the door and went out. All of a sudden there is a gunshot, voices calling out, her little brother yells….She runs back into the room, more shots, her mom screams, so does her sister. More shots. Now it is all quiet. She approaches the door, she needs to get out.

Suddenly he pushes open the door, she is overwhelmed with the smell of sweat and gun power; he looks of rage. He wants her. He shoves her hard to the bed, turns her over and pulls down her pajama bottoms. He was going to rape her. She could not fight him, but he screamed and cried as he assaulted her. He fucked her hard and she kept trying to get away, screaming and crying the whole time. She called out for her mom—he told her they were all dead.

After a while of fucking the whiny, crying little cunt, he had had enough, and punched her out. Unconscious, he keeps fucking her. Then, he puts his hand on her neck and starts to choke her. She wakes up, and suddenly he picks her up roughly by her neck and flings her around on the bed. He is violent slamming his cock into her as he swings her and smashes her against the mattress and headboard. He tears off her shirt, exposing her shirt and keeps pounding her. with this cock.

They move all over the bed then down to the floor. He hits her. He tries to jam the sheets in her face to shut her up. Then, he flips her back on the bed, punching her occasionally. Furniture gets tossed, bedding thrown, he shoved her head into a desk drawer for a moment to try and shut her the fuck up. Sweat flies off both of them in puddles. He keeps fucking her, she keeps screaming and crying.

Finally, he takes her torn shirt, wraps it around her neck and strangles her. He does not let up and keep fucking her as he kills the little bitch. When she is dead, he keeps fucking her until he blows his load all over her fine tits and face.

As he dresses, he hears the sirens. Then he quickly exits. The police radio sounds as views of the ravished, dead, teenage girl are displayed.

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