Peachy Keen Films – Schoolgirl Massacre

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

Description: Four girls, all 18 year old high school cheerleaders staying in a hotel room for a local competition are all getting ready to go out and cruise for guys. Unfortunately, one of the girls, the daughter of a local politician had been targeted for elimination. The girl talk continues as they get ready when the door opens and a man in a nice suite enters. There is little time for any of the girls to realize what is happening. He is so casual and callus as he begins his work. Aiming his silenced pistol, he walks up to the first girl at the mirror. She is facing him and he fires one quick shot into her heart. She flies up against the counter–a splash of blood appearing on the mirror behind her. Next he takes out the second girl, she falls back into the empty hot tub—a heart shot between her large perky tits. The other two girls are beginning to realized what is happening, but it is too late. He walks up to the third girl, again, firing a single kill shot to the chest, then swings around to the last girl. He asks her her name, but before she could finish her answer he shoots her in the forehead–a chunk of blood and brain hitting the wall behind her. His job now complete–the target and all witness–dead.

Thus is the life of a hitman, go in, do the job, regardless of age, race, gender and looks. This might have been a tough one for some, young girls, still in high school, just beginning to live. He had no time for guilt or remorse less he be out of work. He calls the office, reports the job, asks for a cleaner–the usual procedure.

Today it was a new guy–a trainee named John. John was very eager–wanted to work his way up the ranks, but Chris could tell, he was not ready for it–immature and just working on the pure thrill. No matter, he would hang around, supervise, make sure he didn’t fuck the scene up. Strip the clothes, wipe for prints, sweep for residues–easy as pie. John attacked his first corpse with vigor—pulling off her clothes and pulling her body down from the counter she was on. He finished stripping her, trying to casually fondle her, but not too obvious to get in trouble. He moved on to the girl in the tub. It was harder to get her clothes off, but at least the tub providing a place for the blood to run–less cleanup later. He checked her out a bit then moved onto the girl on the table. Like the rest, she was very hot, but unlike the rest, he could not resist taking a few liberties. He put his mouth on her still warm skin, sucks her tit, spreads her legs and gets a good lick of her tight teenage pussy. Mmmm. Then he went to the last girl–the target and the reason why all these other young girls had to die. She was fine too, big, big titties–he played with them a bit as he got her clothes off. Finally, he could not stand it and needed to leave the room to finish some business. Chris smiled, newbie’s–they were all the same when it came to young hot dead bodies. He decided John would be able to handle it just fine, said his goodbyes and leaves, leaving the camera time to pan all the pretty corpses.

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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.

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