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 – 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 – 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 – Hostages

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

Description: Trapped in a hotel, three young women are awaiting their fate. Two captor of the most sickest, twisted nature are in their most desperate hour, however, the concentration seems more on killing and sex rather then bargaining and escape. They go through the motions, but their heart lies someplace where morality ends and evil begins. Jamie, the hot, buxom female of the killer duo selects the first girl — young sweet Emma. On vacation with her family, she was snagged before she could meet her parents for lunch. She resists and as she tells her captors off, Chris blasts her in the head before the words are complete. She is instantly dead. But the fun is just beginning. Soon, it is time for the next victim. This time, Jamie wants to try out her new toy, a .44 magnum. She has trouble holding the heavy three pound gun and errantly fires into the girl’s side, through her ribcage. The young girl is in agony. Jamie tries again with Chris’s Glock, aiming for her chest but this time hitting her in the belly. Finally, Chris uses his Glock to finish her off between the tits proper. Jamie then take some time with the body, but gets blood on her blouse and has to run to the bathroom to clean it off. Meantime, Machelle, the last survivor, has called Chris over in a desperate attempt to save herself. Making it up as she goes along, she somehow convinces him that Jamie is a double-crosser. When Jamie emerges from the bathroom, Chris levels two quick shots into her left tit — dropping her almost instantly. Machelle, hoping Chris is a man of his word, tells him how to escape in hopes that he will take her with him. Instead, he throws her to the floor amidst the other bodies and taps her twice in the left tit and gives her a postmortem tap to the head. He gathers his things and makes his escape, using the info Machelle so kindly divulged.

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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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Peachy Keen Films – Pledge Night

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

Description: In the dark basement of an abandoned mental institution, two girls search for their friends. They are the last of a group of Kappa Delta Chi pledges, challenged to stay the night in this deserted place as part of the test to make it into the sorority. Now, scared and in the dark they search for their other companions. Feeling they are being watched and knowing that something is coming for them they run — spitting up in the process. Keely runs down to the sub-cellar and is trapped. She feels its presence before her and as she backs away in fear, she begs for help. Suddenly it is up on her in the form of a strong hand around her neck — lifting her off the ground against the wall. She kicks her legs feverously trying to break free, but there is no escape. Whatever is doing this to her, takes it’s time, slowly squeezing the life out of this young girl. She was just out of high school and ready to start a life away from home… she thought she would take English, maybe be a teacher one day. It will not happen for Keely — her young life is about to end in this deserted place of horror. Her tongue reaches out for air — she tries to make sounds, but only strange guttural noises come out. She weakens, her feet kick slower, her arms no longer try to pull the hand off her neck. Finally, she is still. The killer lets her slide down with a thunk, then drags her off along the dirty floor. She is laid roughly on a table, stripped and molested. Summer comes in, sees her friend and goes up to her. She panics seeing that she is dead and backs into some pipes — hands reach out and attack her, but she escapes — running for her life. She slides down a hallway wall, looking for a way out, and finds it when the wall behind her lets her pass right through — and she is gone. She lands hard on a fancy carpet in a small, warmly lit, room. Light music is playing and she is confused. A man sits before her. She asks for help — explaining that her friend is dead. The man, calmly explains her “situation”. She listens in disbelief as he describes the actual “contract” for staying at this place. She begins to see what is happening, begins to realize the danger when he is on her. So fast she is in a chair now, a garrote wrapped tightly around he neck. She bucks and kicks, trying to break free, but he has her locked in place. As she struggles, he explores her body with his free hand, rubbing her perfect tits and feeling her pussy through her cute yellow panties. She fights hard, eyes very wide. Her mouth opens, soon spit and drool emerge from her lips — foaming as her saliva runs down her chin. She bucks and spasms, but eventually slows down. Finally, she is just staring — occasional spasms and twitches — then still. He explores her body and for good measure does the young collage girl then lets her legs fall with a thud. He admires her body for a time, then picks her up and carries her out to place her with the others.

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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.

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Peachy Keen Films – Guilty

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

Description: A woman is condemned to die.

We see her at her sentencing.

We see her last moments in her prison cell.

We watched her get sprayed down with cold water in a dank washroom.

We watch the execution prep his station and acknowledge the witnesses.

We watch the condemned as she is led into the chamber, disrobed and strapped into the chair.

We watch the electrode inserted into her flesh that will deliver the deadly juice this will kill her.

We watch the countdown. 3…2…1.

We watch her fry.

After she is dead, the executioner checks her pulse, but is shocked to find her still alive. Quickly, he pulls the switch and fries her some more. This time, when he turns it off, she is frothing at the mouth.

As executioner and guard unstrap her, she urinates all over the chair and floor in a dramatic surge of yellow liquid.

They finish.

In the morgue, her pulse is checked on more time. She is pale white, staring blankly, no pulse. She is very dead.

The guard comes in and photographs the body.

Later, the medical examiner comes in. He goes over the body, touching her with bare hands, perhaps to get his kicks momentarily before wrapping her in plastic.

Later, her body was to be incinerated.

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