It was once homo. Now it really did n't know what it was.
Its life as a human only lived on through a couple memories. nigh of its human biography was forgotten. It mainly staged swamps and lakes though.
One of its final store of a man was being in a lab. pain. organism tortured. That was when the oral cavity appeared where his throat was. It took about a week. But it ended up meeting his first sass making a triangular gape filled with three-sided tooth. His tongue long and free. It even remembered when his sleeve schism open into three different appendages. The bones receding to form an exoskeleton.
Never had he felt such painful sensation. His ramification cracked into a bipedal state.
Since then he needed to be in body of water. Thin scurf formed and its musculus became slow. Now it was able to deflect sword. Run through the wood like a moongoose on spread route. ambush and bolt down. A telepathic ability to see into the intellect of its dupe. As they die their unharmed life flash bulb in its mind. The start to the creatures desensitized nation of massacre. Another sense it had developed was a sense of mental suggestion. Planting thoughts into its dupe nous. It became a top predator.


It had been this way for years now. Since 1970. It had no clue what year it was now however.
After its safety valve it had been running and hunting ever since.
It was good. Dangerous, and rarely thought anymore. It had attacked many homo. Killed few. Only in winter where the hunger took over.
In boom tempest however it was unfreeze to go as far as it wanted for as long as it wanted. Following the system for as long as it could.
It had been in a swamp for the past hebdomad hunting fish here and there. Implanting persuasion to deer to drink from the pond then pulling them in to feed.
But when it felt the atmospherics in the air and the cloudiness coming. It waited patiently near the open. When the first raindrop rippled the weewee. It sprung out.
On the move again as fog rolled in fast.
It barely made a phone swiftly sprinting through the Mrs. Henry Wood. A wet squirrel in its path. A tentacle whipped out grabbing it and shoved it into its gapping maw.
Winters and tree and gathered acorns flashed through its psyche. Seconds it was gone.
dame in nests anything it saw was eaten.
And the life of that bird flashed as soon as its tentacles touched the birds.

Kimberly was jogging like she usually did. Wearing grayness and trimmed white swag suddenly made of spandex. A sports bra that made her segmentation bounce. She was a mulatto girlfriend with carmel cutis and pink nails. Her hair tussled in a ponytail and wearing white sneakers.
She ran down this road everyday. She had seen the clouds in the distance but figured the rain would just pass them by.
She was a bit dismayed when the rain started to devolve and thunder sounded.
But up ahead there was an old abandoned farm that she figured she could take asylum at.

It popped out of the treeline its centre darting around.
An old farm the paint long gone. A couple windows broken out. A bird-scarer office outside. It sprinted towards the farm going into the open barn.
To no help however did it see animal to eat.
Not until it heard a deer bleating outside.
Its fountainhead racked around and in an moment the tool was out of the door.
The deer took a few footfall forward surveying its surroundings when the fauna tackled it to the primer coat. The deer did n't even get to whine in protest as the tentacles broke its neck.
It started feeding. Wasting no fourth dimension. It took division of meat at a time. Wrapping the tentacles around as boney thorns came from its tentacles and ripped open the soma as the tentacles tightened around the all in animal.
It fed for a yoke minute of arc before it sensed something else near.
It looked over seeing a woman.

Kim jogged up looming around as the rain intesnsified. She saw something laying on the footing over in the field. But she honestly did n't care to moderate the spot of interest. She could n't really see it and wanted to get out of the rain as soon as possible.
She got up to the farmhouse the lock already busted open.
Her and a few friend partied there a few times in the past.
She liked it except for the scarecrow that sat in the support room.
drunk she danced in front of it on a dare. Since then she kind of felt like it was staring at her though.
Even though she knew that was simply silly.
She walked in wringing out her hair quick. The floor had old stained rugs. The little article of furniture that was left was trashed pull and stained.
Raindrops pelted the ceiling as a roll of thunder passed.
She looked over to see the scarecrow in the rocking chair. She smiled casually spitting on the rot storey. She shook her head word before walking to the stair where she could watch the storm from up stairs.

The puppet saw a lot of flesh. However even though it felt hunger. It also felt another feeling long forgotten.
It slithered through an open window.
It slowly approached the strawman. Putting a tendril to the spit a memory flashed past its mind.
A memory of her dancing for the scarecrow.
It looked down at the straw man with a contention to its mind. A spud sack with two circular peephole ripped. A jackolatern oral cavity sewn in black-market. An an old worn leather hat.

Kimberly was watching the storm happily when she heard flooring panel creaking downstairs.
With a tad of concern she started down the stairs.

The creature watched at the soaking wet girl slowly descend down the stair. A tawdry crunch of the wood pressing together with each step.
Her oculus peering around oblivious to it.

Kimberly did n't see anyone yet when she got down the steps.
She stopped herself from saying something, nervous.
She finally spoke up.
'' hello ? ``
The howl of the wind was the lonesome reponse, followed by a low rumble of thunder.
She looked to the scarecrow seeing it was soaked.

The creature sent its thoughts out to her.
'' Its nothing. ``

She scoffed at `` herself '' before saying.
'' It probably was wet before I came in. I dunno. ``
She turned around taking a step. She felt something under her foot and looked down seeing the scarecrows hat at her feet. She then felt a unwavering breeze from the busted spread window.

The wight watched as she bent over. Immediately going to its feet.
Her ass peeking under her booty short with across-the-board hips and narrow waistline. Her peg long an thick. A bantam gap as the seem of the shorts rode between her ass cheeks.
It swiftly unveiled a tentacle starting at her gap and firmly rode it up.
A superfluity of memories of sex when it was alive popped into its mind. And her store of the act as well.
Throwing into her mind, `` whatever that was will kill me. ``

Kimberly popped up, fear taking over. She spun around seeing the straw man standing before her.
She took a 1 step back.
'' Oh my god ! '' she cried, her mind racing with wide eyes.
'' Go to your stifle. '' it croaked.
Her paw were up wanting to press it and run. But a central sensation of endurance and veneration of death she slowly went to her knee joint, closing her eyes.
The creatures retentiveness had given it enough to go on as it pulled out its penis. slipperiness long and like a tentacle in itself. It took a step forward. She opened her mouth to scream something when it shoved its member into her mouth.
She garbled as he eyes shot open looking at the cock sliding into her oral fissure. She tried to protest but the member kept getting deeper and deeper into her mouth and throat.
It used the tips of one of its tentacles to put pressure on the back of her head.
She closed her eyes again trying to let out a scream her workforce up in disgust. But its grip kept her head bobbing back and forth. Feeling her soft wet mouth. Panicy little tongue moving about. Her lips a buffer along its Phallus. The vibrations from her mouth.
It groaned in a deep gurgle.
Another tentacle unveiled where its former radiocarpal joint would be. It slithered out and slowly slid down her back opinion her stable skeletal system of delicate flesh.
It stared down at the bender of her butt arching out and popping.
Its tentacle slid between the curves of her scissure slowly and firmly going down to her incision. Feeling her snatch under the spandex.
Its tentacle curved and wriggled into her.

Kimberly suddenly stopped struggling so much. fright of how it was reaching her ass even though it was stand straight. Her eyes flicked up seeing the tentacles coming out of the sleeves.
'Oh my god ! It 's a fucking demon !'her mind screamed. It suddenly wasnt about the humilation and infraction. She knew she was in dependable trouble. She knew she had to do anything to survive.
So past any sort of mental sound judgment she summited to it. She closed her eyes and began to suck on its member. Feeling its tentacle rubbing and writhing on her slit.
She felt her pussy begin to get hot. She began to act her pelvis around not really in dominance of it. Whether she liked it or not she need to move. She however knew, her physical structure was responding.
Which caused her to absorb harder. She sucked and slurped grasping its member.
Another tentacle revealed itself and whapped her right ass cheek.
She felt the tentacle at her slit slowly move up and drop off into her spandex shorts down her crack again. Then down her second joint wrapping around the spandex shorts. Tearing them from her supple torso. Only leaving a white thong.
Wincing at the pain of the light being torn off of her she slid her hand back to moving the thong to the one of her ass cheeks.
Its first tentacle slowly touched her wet hot puss.
She shivered in anticipation.
It slowly began to enter her cunt as she gave out a moan.
The other tentacle slapping her bare ass. It then began to slide between her ass boldness. Back and forth it slide before turning the tip of its tendril into her asshole.

Kimberly was already moaning on its cock from the tentacle wiggling in her pussy. She was never a huge fan of anal retentive however its tentacle slide in swiftly with not as much pain in the neck as she imagined. Maybe it was the fear. Or the rising pleasure from her pussy. Or a survival mindset making her feel less pain.
Whatever it was, the tentacle in her ass was feeling undecomposed other then losing her breath a little.
The two tentacles began pumped on an alternating rhythem. Another tentacle came out slapping her ass again with a loudly healthy smack.
Her eyes began to flutter back a bit her breathed being taken into a bit of a gasp.
A live up to moan started from her when she felt the goliath shoot a load into her back talk. She immediately pulled from it coughing some up. Most of it already draining down her throat.
Another load splattered her cleavage as it slowly slid between her tits.
The relieve tentacle slid under her shirt. Wrapping around it but this time pushing its talons to the Earth's surface and deplumate the figurehead of the shirt open. It retracted the talons that ran along the border of its tentacles. Wrapping them under her arm lifting her up.
The tentacles pulled out from inside her bending her over the shotty old table.
It held her down her a moment tentacles seizing each trunk component and her head to the table.
Its incredibly vast spit slid out from under the masque shoving itself into her pussy.
She gasped muttering under her breath.
It tasted her sweet garden. Staring at her heavy butt. She moaned and twitched at the tongue in her. It wiggled its tongue around for a few seconds before pulling out.
It stood up freeing her from its grip.
It slid it member into her pussy. Two of its tentacles sliding around her ribs and grasping her freed bosom. The were ample and pressed again the table.
Another one going back into her asshole.
Another sliding up and into her sass. The monster began to pound against her body intemperately. Another wrapping around her waist. And the utmost one slithered around her left second joint and constricted firmly. Slowly sliding.
All six of its appendages were interfering exploring every little chap of the poor girl.
She moaned, overwhelmed by sensation. Her nipples were wish diamonds. Her solid torso covered in goosebumps. An orgasm rising fast. The tentacle wrapping around her waist pushed and pulled her body onto its member.

It kept ramming her having never felt anything like this. Her leg was so heavy and lenient. Her oral fissure felt baffle. It had two tentacles wrapped around her breasts sliding them around them. Then it felt how hard her nipples were. Intriguing the animal it used the pourboire of its tendrils to flick and fondle her heavy nipples.
The response was almost immediate. She tightened her thighs together. Arched her back as her her kitty-cat and ass tightened up. Her twat felt a lot more wet.
It pulled two talons at the tip of its tendrils. Lightly pinching her nipple. The division that were wrapped around the titty poked her breasts lightly. It could feel how it effected her.
She started to rub her second joint together lifting one foot. Her thighs rubbed together pleasurably on the tentacle between them.
It began to love her faster and faster now feeling its own pleasure rising as she came again.
It suddenly pulled out, as she squirted. Alternating the member and tentacle. Her ass was so much tighter.

Kimberly had never felt such intense orgasms. Feeling pure joy from both holes she felt like she needed a minute.
The tentacle in her mouth pulled out as she gasped for air. Staring at the tentacle inches over her face with strew saliva from her wet lips to the tentacle. It moved behind her wrapping around her trot tail assembly. It forced her up from her ponytail forcing her back to arch popping out her hone tit. It pressed her ample ass cheeks together around its pumping member.
She moaned louder and louder feeling another orgasm on the rise.
'' Ugh ! Ugh ! I'm-I- gon na -- c-c-cuuum ! '' she cried as she felt a hot midst consignment fill her ass. Her hollow tightened again as she climaxed feeling undulation of pleasure flood her whole body.
It released her as she slumped to the onto the table.
Covered in all sweat now. Her berm heaving. Her legs quivering. Her arms shook. Feeling in a state of seventh heaven almost.

It was already to go again. Judging how it would take her following an unwished-for sound arose.
Or rather a lack thereof. The rain was letting up. It had been quite a few hour since it had heard the last seism of thunder.
Without a second thought it sprinted through the candid window slithering through it.
Kimberly stayed perfectly still. Wanting to decline to the floor.

The creature still in the scarecrow outfit sprinted through thr forest. Moving into the storm with open eyes and ears.
Back to hunting.

After another 20 min the sky had completely cleared.
Kimberly had just barely recovered from her trial by ordeal. She could barely walk even and her psyche was still dizzy.
She started walking back home with her shoes her thong and a ripped spread shirt.
She looked around seeing the dead torn apart deer. Her heart widened thinking it being a good idea she did n't run. Otherwise she to would be laying in in this field.
She honestly felt like a survior. And she felt no existent shame in what she did either.


The tool was eating bear it had just killed. Tearing into it. The mask lifted slightly. Its tentacles fully branished with talons loose shredding share of it to ribbons.
'' You seem like you could bear it all figured out, do you not ? '' *click*
The monster jumped truly startled for nothing ever approached it.
It spun around tendrils in the air and flaring with a gurgly hiss under the mask. The undefended teeth where the throat once was grinding covered and dripping with rip. Staring at the magniloquent thin placid man in a suit. A hat covering his eyes with an unnatural all-inclusive and acuate smile with shark like teeth.
'' No need for that. I have something to put up you. '' *click*