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 – The Hogtie Killer 2

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

Description: Notes: From the person that wrote the customs for “The Hogtie Killer I”, “The Reporter”, “Penance”, “Penance II”, and “Revenge”, this takes brutality to a whole new level. If you like beating, hair pulling, graphic forced sex, humiliation, taser torture, cock choking/gagging, and ultimately, a fucking awesome hogtie strangle and posing…THIS IS FOR YOU!!!

A man, recently out of prison, found out that several members of his family were incarcerated due to testimony from a few key witnesses. So, with nothing else to lose, he hatches a revenge plan, but first, he must find out the names of those witnesses.

Last time, he interrogated the cop that testified at the trial. This time, he goes after the reporter the covered the case. He tricks her into meeting her at a vacant house and attacks her with a choke hold, the a taser to her ribs. She goes down. He fondles her for a bit, then drags her to the couch.

When he starts asking her questions, she is resistant, actually stubborn. Perhaps she was not taking him seriously. He grabs her by the hair and punches her hard several time, then does it again, finally kicking her in the side.

Now she was listening. He forces her to strip down to her underwear, then cuffs her hands behind her back. He positions her in a chair–she cannot escape.

He spends time slowly torturing her with his taser, trying to get her to give him names.

Once she goes unconscious, he finally realizes she has given him all she has. He splashes water in her face and forces his cock down her throat. He might as well get some pussy…he was in prison a long time. He takes her to the bedroom and fucks her all ways. Then, leaves her for a while.

When he returns, she want to go home, but he has her hogtied and ball gagged. He takes the gag out and forces his cock down her throat and fucks her mouth until he cums. Then, he goes around–she thinks he is going to untie her, but instead, he wraps a rope around her neck and then her boots. He forces her boot back, lifting her neck up, thereby strangling her.

She fights as best she can, but there is not much she can do. Slowly and slowly, she succumbs. Once dead, he flips her over and unties her, posing her body on the bed before leaving.

Keywords:Violence, Nudity, Explicit Sexual Content, Hitting/Beating, Forced Sex, Forced Blowjob, Cuffing, Leather Restraints, Stun Gun Torture, Garrote Strangling/Hogtie , Fondling, Cum in Mouth, Boots On, Hair Pulling, Humiliation, Lifting, Dragging, Body Views your text here

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Peachy Keen Films – In Thirty

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

Description: Christmas only days away a young woman sits in her office on the phone with her boyfriend. She tells him about all the work she has been doing. They got a big lead today and she has been working it as any good reporter does. There is a killer on the lose and she is confident her hard work will pay off. But, she really wants to see her boyfriend.

She promises she will meet him in thirty minutes.

After hanging up, she changes to her good heels. It is a slow process, but a special occasion deserves the effort. Once done, she stops by the ladies room on her way out.

She freshens up, applies lipstick. She has this strange feeling–a feeling that something is not quite right. Several times she turns to loo behind her. Nothing.

The killer waits. Patience matters and he has plenty. The payoff will be worth it.

When the time is just right, he strikes pulling her up by his wire garrote, strangling the woman vertically against the wall of the bathroom stall.

Kicking, her heels are off the floor, resonating against the stall wall. The garrote is tight into her neck, her face contorts as she tries anything to regain leverage. But there is not. After a long, long struggle, she sloes, arms finally dropping, then is still.

She sinks down.

He enters her office–she is over his shoulder. He lays his prise on the desk, then removes her dress–slowly unzipping it then slipping it off. Next her panties, another slow review–she has a now mound with downy hair. He wants her.

Her feet are the next prise, settled in her strappy heels, he positions them on his lap and lets his cock slide up and down against them for a time.

Properly erect and ready to burst, he lets himself have her, feeling her tight warm pussy hugging his aching cock. She is the medicine that cures the pain and gives him the rush of life and lust. He fucks her hard, plunging himself deep inside her until—pulling out and bursting all over her belly.

Covered with his seman, he is finished. She is just a think now, laying before him. Used up, he has nothing left for her, so leaves her cooling form on the desk she lived at say and night for years.

All this, in just thirty as someone waits for his lover patiently in a cafe on Belmont. She will never come.

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