Peachy Keen Films – Spy Hostage
Categories: Strangle, Death Fetish, Snuff Play, Shooting, Abuse, Rape, Bagging
Description: An elite group of women mercenaries known as the Black Cat Girls take any job for the right price. Today, one of their newest members is about to snag the Grissgod Stone from it’s current owner.
Suddenly, there is a deep chilling laughter behind her. She turns around to see one of the facilities inept guards….she cracks a smile and before he can shoot, she kicks the gun away. Suddenly she is gone. He is confused by her cat-like quick reflexes when she is on top of him, her arm around around his neck, a choke hold that soon renders him unconscious. But, he is better then she thought and as she leans over her victim, he punches her out–he was faking being unconscious.
He’s got her. That was not so tough–these bitches were supposed to be the best of the best. He searches her body, wrapped in skin tight Lycra. He called his boss for instructions and dragged her out.
Thrown into a cell, she was resistant and demanding release. She knew her girls would save her and there would be hell to pay. But, time past and no one came to rescue her. Hours became days and days weeks. At one point, her guard came in and stripped her of all her clothing. She stood humiliated, broken. Soon she was a shadow of her former self, sitting sadly in her cell, staring at nothing.
The day came when the guard came in. He pulled her up by her hair, told her that her friends had abandoned her and she was to die. She begged and pleaded with him. She offered him sexual favors, but he did not care, and shot her in the belly. She was in shock and pain, clutching the wound as blood poured out. She slid down the wall sitting hard on the floor as she bleed.
After a while, watching her suffer, he forced her to stand back up, she leaned unsteady against the wall. He placed his pistol against the side of her big tit and fired. The shot went right through, then went through her other tit and hit the wall. Through and through. She was in agony and fell back down.
She flopped forward, blood pouring out of her mouth, running out of her wounds. She was writhing in pain, blood everywhere. She rolled on her side, then on her front, then flipped to her back. She jerked and spasm-ed. Soon, she slowed down, and finally was just still and staring.
He started to leave, be she started jerking again. He aimed his pistol and fired two more shots into her, stopping her movement permanently.
This Black Cat Girl had only one life and it is was–TERMINATED!
