It was once human being. Now it really did n't eff what it was.
Its liveliness as a human only lived on through a couple memories. Most of its human life was forgotten. It mainly staged swamp and lakes though.
One of its last memories of a man was being in a lab. Pain. existence tortured. That was when the backtalk appeared where his pharynx was. It took about a week. But it ended up meeting his first rima oris making a triangular gape filled with trilateral teeth. His tongue long and free. It even remembered when his munition split open into three unlike member. The bones receding to form an exoskeleton.
Never had he felt such pain sensation. His legs cracked into a bipedal state.
Since then he needed to be in water. Thin scales formed and its muscleman became dense. Now it was able to flex steel. Run through the woods like a moongoose on open route. ambuscade and drink down. A telepathic ability to see into the judgement of its victims. As they die their wholly living flashes in its mind. The start to the animate being desensitized state of carnage. Another sense it had developed was a good sense of mental prompting. Planting thoughts into its victims mind. It became a top predator.


It had been this way for years now. Since 1970. It had no clew what year it was now however.
After its outflow it had been running and hunting ever since.
It was effective. Dangerous, and rarely thought anymore. It had attacked many humans. Killed few. Only in winters where the thirstiness took over.
In thunder violent storm however it was free 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 yesteryear workweek hunting fish here and there. Implanting thoughts to deer to drink from the pond then pulling them in to feed.
But when it felt the static in the air and the overcast coming. It waited patiently near the surface. When the starting time raindrop rippled the H2O. It sprung out.
On the movement again as fog rolled in fast.
It barely made a speech sound swiftly sprinting through the Natalie Wood. A wet squirrel in its route. A tentacle whipped out grabbing it and shoved it into its gapping maw.
wintertime and tree diagram and gathered acorns flashed through its intellect. Seconds it was gone.
Birds in nests anything it saw was eaten.
And the sprightliness of that bird flashed as soon as its tentacles touched the birds.

Kimberly was jogging like she usually did. wearing grey and trimmed white swag suddenly made of spandex. A sports bra that made her cleavage bounce. She was a mulatto girl with carmel skin 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 length but figured the rain would just slide by them by.
She was a bit cast down when the rainfall started to fall and boom sounded.
But up ahead there was an old abandoned farm that she figured she could take resort at.

It popped out of the treeline its eyes darting around.
An old farm the paint long gone. A couple windows broken out. A scarecrow post outside. It sprinted towards the farm going into the spread out barn.
To no avail however did it see fauna to eat.
Not until it heard a cervid bleating outside.
Its head racked around and in an instant the creature was out of the door.
The deer took a few steps forward surveying its environs when the puppet tackled it to the ground. The deer did n't even get to whine in protest as the tentacles broke its neck.
It started feeding. Wasting no clock time. It took sections of kernel at a sentence. Wrapping the tentacles around as boney sticker came from its tentacles and ripped afford the flesh as the tentacles tightened around the dead animal.
It fed for a couple second 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 ground over in the field. But she honestly did n't care to check the blot of pursuit. 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 friends partied there a few times in the past.
She liked it except for the straw man that sat in the support room.
inebriate she danced in front of it on a daring. 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 level had old stained rugs. The little furniture that was left was trashed rend and stained.
Raindrops pelted the roof as a roll of hell dust passed.
She looked over to see the scarecrow in the rocking chair. She smiled casually spitting on the rotting floor. She shook her head before walking to the steps where she could take in the storm from up stairs.

The fauna saw a lot of flesh. However even though it felt hunger. It also felt another feeling long forgotten.
It slithered through an unfastened window.
It slowly approached the scarecrow. Putting a tendril to the spit a memory flashed past its judgment.
A remembering of her dancing for the scarecrow.
It looked down at the straw man with a tilt to its headspring. A tater paper bag with two handbill spyhole ripped. A jackolatern oral fissure sewn in inglorious. An an old worn leather hat.

Kimberly was watching the tempest happily when she heard floor boards creaking downstairs.
With a tad of concern she started down the stairs.

The wight watched at the soaking wet girl slowly descend down the stairs. A cheap crunch of the wood pressing together with each step.
Her eyes peering around oblivious to it.

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

The animal 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 footstep. She felt something under her metrical unit and looked down seeing the scarecrows hat at her feet. She then felt a rigid cinch from the busted opened window.

The wight watched as she bent over. Immediately going to its feet.
Her ass peeking under her pillage short-change with wide coxa and narrow waist. Her legs long an midst. A tiny gap as the seem of the shorts rode between her ass cheeks.
It swiftly unveiled a tentacle starting at her gap and firmly hinge upon it up.
A plethora of memories of sex when it was animated popped into its mind. And her memories of the act as well.
Throwing into her brain, `` whatever that was will kill me. ``

Kimberly popped up, fear taking over. She spun around seeing the scarecrow standing before her.
She took a individual footmark back.
'' Oh my god ! '' she cried, her psyche racing with widely eyes.
'' Go to your knee. '' it croaked.
Her hands were up wanting to promote it and run. But a primal horse sense of survival and fear of destruction she slowly went to her knees, closing her eyes.
The creature memories had given it enough to go on as it pulled out its extremity. slick long and like a tentacle in itself. It took a footprint forward. She opened her mouth to scream something when it shoved its phallus into her mouth.
She garbled as he eyes shot undetermined looking at the cock sliding into her oral fissure. She tried to resist but the member kept getting deeper and deeper into her mouth and throat.
It used the baksheesh of one of its tentacles to put force per unit area on the back of her head.
She closed her eyes again trying to let out a screaming her hands up in disgust. But its grip kept her fountainhead bobbing back and Forth. Feeling her gentle wet mouth. Panicy little lingua moving about. Her lip a cowcatcher along its phallus. The vibrations from her mouth.
It groaned in a deep gurgle.
Another tentacle unveiled where its former wrist would be. It slithered out and slowly slid down her back feeling her static frame of sonant flesh.
It stared down at the curves of her butt arching out and popping.
Its tentacle slid between the bender of her gap slowly and firmly going down to her prick. Feeling her puss under the spandex.
Its tentacle curved and wriggled into her.

Kimberly suddenly stopped struggling so much. Fear of how it was reaching her ass even though it was stand straight. Her center flicked up seeing the tentacles coming out of the sleeves.
'Oh my god ! It 's a fucking monster !'her mind screamed. It suddenly wasnt about the humilation and infringement. She knew she was in genuine problem. She knew she had to do anything to survive.
So past any sort of mental judgements 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 go her pelvic arch around not really in command of it. Whether she liked it or not she need to move. She however knew, her physical structure was responding.
Which caused her to suck harder. She sucked and slurped grasping its member.
Another tentacle revealed itself and whapped her rightfulness ass cheek.
She felt the tentacle at her dent slowly move up and steal into her spandex shorts down her crack again. Then down her thigh wrapping around the spandex shorts. Tearing them from her supple organic structure. Only leaving a Andrew D. White thong.
Wincing at the pain of the short being torn off of her she slid her hand back to moving the thong to the one of her ass cheeks.
Its kickoff tentacle slowly touched her wet hot slit.
She shivered in anticipation.
It slowly began to move into her pussy as she gave out a moan.
The other tentacle slapping her bare ass. It then began to skid between her ass buttock. Back and forth it slide before turning the tip of its tendril into her asshole.

Kimberly was already moaning on its hammer from the tentacle wiggling in her kitty-cat. She was never a vast fan of anal however its tentacle slide in swiftly with not as much pain as she imagined. Maybe it was the fear. Or the rising pleasure from her snatch. Or a survival mind-set making her feel less pain.
Whatever it was, the tentacle in her ass was feeling good 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 loud healthy smack.
Her eyes began to flutter back a bit her breathed being taken into a bit of a gasp.
A satisfied groan started from her when she felt the monster shoot a load into her lip. She immediately pulled from it coughing some up. nearly of it already draining down her throat.
Another load splattered her cleavage as it slowly slip between her tits.
The free tentacle slid under her shirt. Wrapping around it but this metre pushing its talons to the surface and tore the strawman of the shirt open. It retracted the talons that ran along the edges 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 body piece and her chief to the table.
Its incredibly huge spit slid out from under the mask shoving itself into her pussy.
She gasped muttering under her breath.
It tasted her sweetly garden. Staring at her fleshy goat. She moaned and twitched at the tongue in her. It wiggled its knife around for a few seconds before pulling out.
It stood up freeing her from its grip.
It slid it fellow member into her twat. Two of its tentacles sliding around her costa and grasping her freed breasts. The were ample and pressed again the table.
Another one going back into her asshole.
Another sliding up and into her oral fissure. The demon began to pound against her body laborious. Another wrapping around her waistline. And the last one slithered around her will thigh and constricted firmly. Slowly sliding.
All six of its appendages were fussy exploring every little fissure of the pathetic girl.
She moaned, overwhelmed by sense impression. Her mammilla were like rhombus. Her whole body covered in goosebump. An orgasm rising fast. The tentacle wrapping around her waist pushed and pulled her organic structure onto its member.

It kept ramming her having never felt anything like this. Her leg was so fleshy and soft. Her mouth felt amazing. It had two tentacles wrapped around her boob sliding them around them. Then it felt how unvoiced her nipples were. Intriguing the creature it used the gratuity of its tendrils to flick and caress her hard nipples.
The response was almost immediate. She tightened her thighs together. Arched her back as her her pussycat and ass tightened up. Her pussy felt a lot more than wet.
It pulled two talons at the tip of its tendrils. Lightly pinching her mammilla. The contribution that were wrapped around the breast poked her breasts lightly. It could find how it effected her.
She started to rub her thighs together lifting one foot. Her second joint rubbed together pleasurably on the tentacle between them.
It began to do it 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 vivid orgasms. Feeling pure pleasure from both jam she felt like she needed a minute.
The tentacle in her mouthpiece pulled out as she gasped for air. Staring at the tentacle inches over her grimace with strewn saliva from her wet lips to the tentacle. It moved behind her wrapping around her shot glass tail assembly. It forced her up from her ponytail forcing her back to arch popping out her utter breasts. 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 payload fill her ass. Her cakehole tightened again as she climaxed feeling wave of pleasure flood her whole body.
It released her as she slumped to the onto the table.
Covered in all lather now. Her berm heaving. Her legs quivering. Her blazonry shook. Feeling in a state of cloud nine almost.

It was already to go again. Judging how it would study her next an unwelcome strait arose.
Or rather a lack thereof. The rain was letting up. It had been quite a few minutes since it had heard the last quake of thunder.
Without a indorsement thought it sprinted through the open windowpane slithering through it.
Kimberly stayed perfectly still. Wanting to slump to the floor.

The animate being still in the scarecrow outfit sprinted through thr wood. Moving into the storm with outdoors eyes and ears.
Back to hunting.

After another 20 minutes the sky had completely cleared.
Kimberly had just barely recovered from her ordeal. She could barely take the air even and her mind was still dizzy.
She started walking back place with her shoes her thong and a ripped open shirt.
She looked around seeing the dead torn apart deer. Her eye widened thinking it being a trade good musical theme 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 genuine shame in what she did either.


The tool was eating bear it had just killed. Tearing into it. The masquerade lifted slightly. Its tentacles fully branished with talons loose shredding parts of it to ribbons.
'' You seem like you could stimulate 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 fizzle under the mask. The open teeth where the throat once was grinding covered and dripping with blood. Staring at the marvelous cut placid man in a cause. A hat covering his optic with an unnatural wide and sharp smile with shark like teeth.
'' No need for that. I have something to tender you. '' *click*