It was once human. Now it really did n't know what it was.
Its life as a human being only lived on through a dyad memories. to the highest degree of its homo lifetime was forgotten. It mainly staged swampland and lakes though.
One of its finis retentiveness of a homo was being in a lab. pain sensation. Being tortured. That was when the mouth appeared where his throat was. It took about a week. But it ended up meeting his first mouth making a triangular gape filled with triangular tooth. His tongue long and rid. It even remembered when his arms split open into three different member. The bones receding to form an exoskeleton.
Never had he felt such pain in the neck. His peg cracked into a bipedal state.
Since then he needed to be in body of water. Thin scurf formed and its muscles became dense. Now it was able-bodied to twist steel. Run through the woods like a moongoose on open route. hole and kill. A telepathic ability to see into the judgment of its victim. As they die their whole life-time flashes in its creative thinker. The start to the animate being desensitized state of carnage. Another sense it had developed was a sense of mental proposition. Planting thinking into its victims thinker. It became a top predator.


It had been this way for years now. Since 1970. It had no hint what year it was now however.
After its escape it had been running and hunting ever since.
It was in effect. Dangerous, and rarely thought anymore. It had attacked many humans. Killed few. Only in winters where the hungriness took over.
In thunder storms 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 past times week hunting Pisces the Fishes here and there. Implanting idea to deer to pledge from the pool then pulling them in to feed.
But when it felt the static in the air and the cloud cover coming. It waited patiently near the surface. When the first raindrop rippled the water. It sprung out.
On the move again as fog rolled in fast.
It barely made a sound swiftly sprinting through the Grant 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 brain. Seconds it was gone.
razzing 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 Charles Grey and trimmed bloodless booty curtly made of spandex. A sports bra that made her cleavage bounce. She was a mulatto girl with carmel hide and garden pink nails. Her tomentum tussled in a ponytail and wearing blanched sneakers.
She ran down this route everyday. She had seen the swarm in the distance but figured the rainfall would just pass them by.
She was a bit aghast when the rain started to accrue and thunder sounded.
But up ahead there was an old abandoned farm that she figured she could demand safety at.

It popped out of the treeline its eyes darting around.
An old farm the paint long gone. A couple windows broken out. A strawman post outside. It sprinted towards the farm going into the assailable barn.
To no avail however did it see animals to eat.
Not until it heard a deer bleating outside.
Its foreland racked around and in an instant the creature was out of the door.
The cervid took a few step forward surveying its milieu when the wight tackled it to the ground. The cervid did n't even get to whine in protest as the tentacles broke its neck.
It started feeding. Wasting no time. It took sections of inwardness at a prison term. Wrapping the tentacles around as boney thorn came from its tentacles and ripped open the flesh as the tentacles tightened around the utterly animal.
It fed for a couple minutes 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 primer over in the field. But she honestly did n't give care to delay 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 friends partied there a few times in the past.
She liked it except for the bird-scarer that sat in the aliveness room.
Drunk she danced in front of it on a dare. Since then she sort 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 carpet. The trivial furniture that was left was trashed pull and stained.
Raindrops pelted the roof as a ringlet of thunder passed.
She looked over to see the scarecrow in the rocking chairperson. She smiled casually spitting on the decomposition level. She shook her head before walking to the stair where she could look out the tempest from up stairs.

The creature 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 scarecrow. Putting a tendril to the spit a computer memory flashed past its judgment.
A memory of her dance for the scarecrow.
It looked down at the scarecrow with a rock to its head word. A murphy sacque with two handbill eyeholes ripped. A jackolatern mouth sewn in disgraceful. An an old worn leather hat.

Kimberly was watching the storm happily when she heard storey boards creaking downstairs.
With a tad of business organization she started down the stairs.

The tool watched at the soaking wet girl slowly descend down the stairs. A gimcrack crush 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 ululation of the breaking wind was the only reponse, followed by a low rumble of thunder.
She looked to the scarecrow seeing it was soaked.

The animal sent its thoughts out to her.
'' Its zippo. ``

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 ft. She then felt a clay breeze from the busted open window.

The creature watched as she bent over. Immediately going to its feet.
Her ass peeking under her prize shortsighted with encompassing hips and constrict shank. Her branch long an thick. 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 rode it up.
A plethora of computer memory of sex when it was alive popped into its mind. And her memories of the act as well.
Throwing into her mind, `` whatever that was will pour down me. ``

Kimberly popped up, care taking over. She spun around seeing the scarecrow standing before her.
She took a single stair back.
'' Oh my god ! '' she cried, her creative thinker racing with wide eyes.
'' Go to your stifle. '' it croaked.
Her hands were up wanting to push it and run. But a key sentiency of selection and fear of death she slowly went to her knees, closing her eyes.
The tool memories had given it enough to go on as it pulled out its phallus. slick magazine 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 burgeon forth assailable looking at the shaft sliding into her lip. She tried to resist 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 optic again trying to let out a shrieking her hired man up in disgust. But its grip kept her head bobbing back and forth. Feeling her lenient wet lip. Panicy little lingua moving about. Her lips a buffer along its phallus. The vibe from her mouth.
It groaned in a cryptical gurgle.
Another tentacle unveiled where its early wrist would be. It slithered out and slowly slid down her backwards tactile sensation her static frame of cushy flesh.
It stared down at the curves of her butt arching out and popping.
Its tentacle slid between the curvature of her fling slowly and firmly going down to her prick. Feeling her snatch under the spandex.
Its tentacle curved and wriggled into her.

Kimberly suddenly stopped struggling so much. fearfulness of how it was reaching her ass even though it was sales booth straight. Her eyes flicked up seeing the tentacles coming out of the sleeves.
'Oh my god ! It 's a fucking monster !'her creative thinker screamed. It suddenly wasnt about the humilation and violation. She knew she was in lawful trouble. She knew she had to do anything to survive.
So past any sort of genial discernment she summited to it. She closed her oculus and began to take in on its member. Feeling its tentacle rubbing and writhing on her slit.
She felt her kitty-cat Begin to get hot. She began to act her pelvic girdle around not really in control of it. Whether she liked it or not she need to move. She however knew, her body was responding.
Which caused her to suck 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 go up and slip into her spandex shorts down her quip again. Then down her second joint wrapper around the spandex boxers. Tearing them from her supple physical structure. Only leaving a white thong.
Wincing at the pain of the suddenly 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 pussy.
She shivered in anticipation.
It slowly began to participate her kitty as she gave out a moan.
The former tentacle slapping her bare ass. It then began to slide between her ass cheek. backrest 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 Brobdingnagian 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 joy from her puss. Or a natural selection mentality 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 suspire being taken into a bit of a gasp.
A satisfied moan started from her when she felt the teras shoot a load into her mouth. She immediately pulled from it coughing some up. Most of it already draining down her throat.
Another load splattered her cleavage as it slowly slide between her tits.
The barren tentacle slid under her shirt. Wrapping around it but this meter pushing its talons to the open and rupture the front of the shirt open. It retracted the talons that ran along the sharpness 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 second tentacles seizing each consistence part and her head to the table.
Its incredibly huge tongue slid out from under the mask shoving itself into her pussy.
She gasped muttering under her breath.
It tasted her sweet garden. Staring at her fleshy 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 twat. Two of its tentacles sliding around her rib 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 mouth. The monster began to pound against her body unvoiced. Another wrapping around her waist. And the finally one slithered around her left second joint and constricted firmly. Slowly sliding.
All six of its process were busy exploring every small crevice of the poor girl.
She moaned, overwhelmed by wiz. Her nipples were alike diamonds. Her whole soundbox covered in gooseflesh. An orgasm rising fast. The tentacle wrapping around her shank pushed and pulled her dead body onto its member.

It kept ramming her having never felt anything like this. Her leg was so fleshy and soft. Her oral fissure felt stick. It had two tentacles wrapped around her breasts sliding them around them. Then it felt how hard her pap were. Intriguing the animal it used the summit of its tendrils to flick and fondle her knockout nipples.
The response was almost prompt. She tightened her thighs together. Arched her back as her her pussy and ass tightened up. Her kitty-cat felt a lot Sir Thomas More wet.
It pulled two talons at the tip of its tendrils. Lightly pinching her nipples. The parts that were wrapped around the breast poked her breasts lightly. It could sense how it effected her.
She started to rub her thighs together lifting one foundation. Her thighs rubbed together pleasurably on the tentacle between them.
It began to make out her faster and faster now feeling its own pleasance rising as she came again.
It suddenly pulled out, as she squirted. Alternating the member and tentacle. Her ass was so a lot tighter.

Kimberly had never felt such intense orgasms. Feeling pure delight 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 case with strewn saliva from her wet rim to the tentacle. It moved behind her wrapping around her trot seat. It forced her up from her ponytail forcing her book binding to arch popping out her unadulterated chest. 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 thick load fill her ass. Her holes tightened again as she climaxed feeling wafture of pleasure flood her unscathed body.
It released her as she slumped to the onto the table.
Covered in all fret now. Her articulatio humeri heaving. Her legs trembling. Her arms shook. Feeling in a nation of bliss almost.

It was already to go again. Judging how it would take up her adjacent an unwelcome sound arose.
Or rather a lack thereof. The rain was letting up. It had been quite a few min since it had heard the go quake of thunder.
Without a second intellection it sprinted through the give window slithering through it.
Kimberly stayed perfectly still. Wanting to fall off to the floor.

The animal still in the scarecrow outfit sprinted through thr wood. Moving into the violent storm with open oculus and ears.
cover to hunting.

After another 20 proceedings the sky had completely cleared.
Kimberly had just barely recovered from her trial by ordeal. She could barely walk even and her mind was still dizzy.
She started walking back home with her shoes her thong and a ripped assailable shirt.
She looked around seeing the dead torn apart cervid. Her eyes widened thinking it being a honorable 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 actual ignominy in what she did either.


The animal was eating bear it had just killed. Tearing into it. The mask lifted slightly. Its tentacles fully branished with talons loose shredding voice of it to ribbons.
'' You seem like you could have 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 razzing under the mask. The open tooth where the throat once was grinding covered and dripping with roue. Staring at the tall fragile placid man in a lawsuit. A hat covering his center with an affected wide and sharp smile with shark like teeth.
'' No need for that. I have something to extend you. '' *click*