The Town of Atonement 2018 Version (SFM Old)
The rain poured down in torrents, pounding the asphalt and turning the streets of the small town into rivers of mud. The Town of Atonement, nestled in the heart of the Appalachian Mountains, was no stranger to inclement weather, but this storm was different. It brought with it an eerie sense of foreboding, as if the very heavens were weeping for the sins committed within its borders.
In the shadows cast by the flickering streetlights, a lone figure stalked the streets. Murphy Pendleton, known to some as “The Butcher”, was a notorious serial killer who had terrorized the town for years. Despite his gruesome reputation, the local authorities had been unable to bring him to justice. But tonight, the tables would turn.
As Murphy lurked in the alleyways, he caught a glimpse of his next victim – a young woman named Daisy, out for an evening stroll despite the storm. She was beautiful, with long, flowing hair and an innocent smile that made Murphy’s blood run cold. He had to have her, to claim her as his own.
He lunged from the shadows, grabbing Daisy by the throat and dragging her into the nearest abandoned warehouse. She struggled and fought, but Murphy’s grip was too strong. He tore at her clothes, shredding the flimsy fabric with his bare hands until she was fully exposed.
“What are you doing?” Daisy gasped, tears streaming down her face.
Murphy just smirked, his eyes glinting with malicious intent. “Shut up, bitch. You’re mine now.”
He threw her to the ground, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand. With the other, he unzipped his pants, freeing his massive, throbbing cock. It was monstrous, easily twice the length and girth of any human man. Daisy’s eyes went wide with fear as she realized the true nature of her attacker.
“Please,” she whimpered, “don’t do this.”
But Murphy was too far gone, too consumed by his own twisted desires. He forced his girthy member into her tight, virginal hole, stretching her to her limits. Daisy screamed in agony as he began to thrust, burying himself to the hilt with each brutal stroke.
The warehouse echoed with the sounds of their depraved coupling – the wet slap of flesh on flesh, Daisy’s pitiful cries for mercy, Murphy’s grunts of satisfaction. He pounded into her ruthlessly, using her body as a mere toy for his pleasure.
Blood flowed freely from her torn and shredded cervix, pooled on the floor beneath them. The warm fluid only spurred Murphy on, driving him to fuck her harder, deeper. He wanted to break her, to reduce her to nothing more than a puppet for his sick games.
Finally, with a roar of climax, Murphy emptied his massive cock inside Daisy’s still bleeding pussy. Thick ropes of cum spurted from his engorged cock, flooding her womb with so much seed that it overflowed, running down her thighs in a creamy torrent.
As the last spurts of semen dribbled from his cock, Murphy finally withdrew, a look of gluttonous satisfaction on his face. He tucked himself away and zipped up his pants, paying no mind to Daisy’s broken body beside him.
“Slut,” he spat, “I should thank you. It’s not often a cunt pleases me so thoroughly.”
With a cruel laugh, Murphy turned and strutted from the warehouse, leaving Daisy to die alone amidst her own blood and suffering.
The rain continued to fall, washing away the evidence of yet another of The Butcher’s grisly deeds. But the town’s citizens knew better than to think this was the end. Murphy would strike again, and again, until the good people of Atonement lived in terror of the night.
THE END
