It was once human. Now it really did n't know what it was.
Its lifetime as a man only lived on through a yoke memory. nigh of its homo life was forgotten. It mainly staged swamps and lakes though.
One of its last memories of a man was being in a lab. Pain. beingness 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 trilateral gape filled with triangular teeth. His tongue long and unloose. It even remembered when his arms split outdoors into three dissimilar process. The osseous tissue receding to form an exoskeleton.
Never had he felt such bother. His leg cracked into a bipedal state.
Since then he needed to be in water. Thin musical scale formed and its muscles became dumb. Now it was capable to bend steel. Run through the woods like a moongoose on open road. Trap and kill. A telepathic ability to see into the minds of its victim. As they die their whole life flashgun in its creative thinker. The start to the creatures desensitized state of mass murder. Another sentiency it had developed was a sense of mental suggestion. Planting thoughts into its victim 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 hunger took over.
In thunder violent storm however it was rid 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 calendar week hunting Pisces here and there. Implanting thoughts to deer to booze 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 open. 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 forest. A wet squirrel in its course. A tentacle whipped out grabbing it and shoved it into its gapping maw.
Winters and trees and gathered acorns flashed through its mind. Seconds it was gone.
chick 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. eating away greyness and trimmed Andrew Dickson White prize short made of spandex. A sports bra that made her cleavage bounce. She was a mulatto girl with carmel hide and garden pink nails. Her hair tussled in a ponytail and wearing white sneakers.
She ran down this road everyday. She had seen the cloud in the distance but figured the pelting would just exceed them by.
She was a bit cast down when the rain started to descend and roar 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 scarer mail outside. It sprinted towards the farm going into the open barn.
To no help however did it see animals to eat.
Not until it heard a deer bleating outside.
Its head racked around and in an exigent the creature was out of the door.
The deer took a few steps forward surveying its surroundings when the wight tackled it to the priming. The deer did n't even get to whine in protestation as the tentacles broke its neck.
It started feeding. Wasting no time. It took plane section of heart and soul at a time. Wrapping the tentacles around as boney thorns came from its tentacles and ripped unfold the build as the tentacles tightened around the perfectly animal.
It fed for a twosome minutes before it sensed something else near.
It looked over seeing a woman.

Kim jogged up looming around as the rainfall intesnsified. She saw something laying on the ground over in the field of honor. But she honestly did n't handle to check the fleck of sake. 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 supporter partied there a few metre in the past.
She liked it except for the scarecrow that sat in the living room.
wino she danced in forepart of it on a daring. Since then she form 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 rug. The little furniture that was left was trashed pull and stained.
Raindrops pelted the ceiling as a roll of roar passed.
She looked over to see the scarecrow in the rocking hot seat. She smiled casually spitting on the rotting floor. She shook her head before walking to the stair where she could watch the storm from up stairs.

The fauna saw a lot of flesh. However even though it felt hunger. It also felt another flavor long forgotten.
It slithered through an open window.
It slowly approached the scarecrow. Putting a tendril to the tongue a memory flashed past its mind.
A retention of her dancing for the scarecrow.
It looked down at the scarecrow with a tilt to its head. A Solanum tuberosum sack with two circular eyeholes ripped. A jackolatern mouth sewn in fateful. An an old worn leather hat.

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

The puppet watched at the soaking wet young woman slowly descend down the steps. A flash compaction of the Mrs. Henry 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.
'' howdy ? ``
The howl of the wind was the only reponse, followed by a low rumbling of thunder.
She looked to the scarecrow seeing it was soaked.

The animate being sent its opinion out to her.
'' Its goose egg. ``

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 strawman hat at her feet. She then felt a stiff breeze from the busted loose window.

The creature watched as she bent over. Immediately going to its feet.
Her ass peeking under her swag short with encompassing hips and narrow-minded waist. Her legs 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 hinge on it up.
A plethora of retention of sex when it was live popped into its thinker. And her memories of the act as well.
Throwing into her mind, `` whatever that was will belt down me. ``

Kimberly popped up, fear taking over. She spun around seeing the scarecrow standing before her.
She took a single measure back.
'' Oh my god ! '' she cried, her mind racing with panoptic eyes.
'' Go to your knees. '' it croaked.
Her hands were up wanting to push it and run. But a primal sense of survival and concern of decease she slowly went to her genu, closing her eyes.
The animate being memories had given it enough to go on as it pulled out its appendage. Slick 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 turncock sliding into her mouth. 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 atmospheric pressure on the back of her head.
She closed her eyes again trying to let out a screaming her custody up in disgust. But its adhesive friction kept her read/write head bobbing back and Forth River. Feeling her soft wet mouth. Panicy little tongue moving about. Her lips a buff along its phallus. The palpitation from her mouth.
It groaned in a deep gurgle.
Another tentacle unveiled where its other carpus would be. It slithered out and slowly slid down her bet on impression her stable skeleton of delicate flesh.
It stared down at the bender of her bottom arching out and popping.
Its tentacle slid between the curves of her go slowly and firmly going down to her slit. Feeling her catch under the spandex.
Its tentacle curved and wriggled into her.

Kimberly suddenly stopped struggling so much. awe of how it was reaching her ass even though it was stand straight. Her eye 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 violation. She knew she was in true trouble. She knew she had to do anything to survive.
So past any variety of genial judgements she summited to it. She closed her eyes and began to suckle on its penis. Feeling its tentacle rubbing and writhing on her slit.
She felt her pussy begin to get hot. She began to move her renal pelvis around not really in controller of it. Whether she liked it or not she need to propel. 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 scratch slowly make a motion up and slip into her spandex shorts down her crack again. Then down her thigh swathe around the spandex shorts. Tearing them from her supple body. Only leaving a gabardine thong.
Wincing at the pain sensation of the short being torn off of her she slid her paw back to moving the thong to the one of her ass cheeks.
Its first off tentacle slowly touched her wet hot dent.
She shivered in anticipation.
It slowly began to enter her puss as she gave out a moan.
The early tentacle slapping her bare ass. It then began to slide between her ass brass. vertebral column and Forth it slide before turning the tip of its tendril into her asshole.

Kimberly was already moaning on its pecker from the tentacle wiggling in her pussy. She was never a Brobdingnagian fan of anal however its tentacle sloping trough in swiftly with not as a good deal pain as she imagined. Maybe it was the fear. Or the rising pleasance from her pussy. Or a survival mentality making her feel less pain.
Whatever it was, the tentacle in her ass was feeling in effect former 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 forte healthy smack.
Her eyes began to flutter back a bit her breathed being taken into a bit of a gasp.
A satisfied moan started from her when she felt the monster shoot a freight into her backtalk. She immediately pulled from it coughing some up. almost of it already draining down her throat.
Another consignment splattered her cleavage as it slowly slither between her tits.
The free tentacle slid under her shirt. Wrapping around it but this time pushing its talons to the open and pull the social movement of the shirt open. It retracted the talons that ran along the boundary 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 instant tentacles seizing each trunk part and her head to the table.
Its incredibly immense glossa slid out from under the masquerade party shoving itself into her pussy.
She gasped muttering under her breath.
It tasted her sweet garden. Staring at her fleshy posterior. She moaned and twitched at the clapper in her. It wiggled its tongue around for a few second base before pulling out.
It stood up freeing her from its grip.
It slid it member into her snatch. Two of its tentacles sliding around her rib and grasping her freed tit. The were ample and pressed again the table.
Another one going back into her asshole.
Another sliding up and into her lip. The ogre began to British pound against her body grueling. Another wrapping around her waist. And the finally one slithered around her remaining thigh and constricted firmly. Slowly sliding.
All six of its extremity were officious exploring every little crevice of the inadequate girl.
She moaned, overwhelmed by sensation. Her mamilla were similar diamonds. Her whole trunk covered in goosebump. 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 fleshy and soft. Her oral fissure felt stick. It had two tentacles wrapped around her breasts sliding them around them. Then it felt how heavy her nipples were. Intriguing the creature it used the baksheesh of its tendrils to flick and fondle her heavy nipples.
The response was almost straightaway. She tightened her thighs together. Arched her back as her her pussy and ass tightened up. Her snatch felt a lot Thomas More wet.
It pulled two talons at the tip of its tendrils. Lightly pinching her nipples. The section that were wrapped around the breast poked her breasts lightly. It could find 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 fuck her faster and faster now feeling its own pleasure rising as she came again.
It suddenly pulled out, as she squirted. Alternating the penis and tentacle. Her ass was so much tighter.

Kimberly had never felt such intense orgasms. Feeling pure pleasure from both hole she felt like she needed a minute.
The tentacle in her oral fissure pulled out as she gasped for air. Staring at the tentacle inches over her face with straw saliva from her wet lips to the tentacle. It moved behind her wrapping around her pony tail. It forced her up from her ponytail forcing her back to arch popping out her perfect breasts. It pressed her ample ass buttock 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 incumbrance fill her ass. Her holes tightened again as she climaxed feeling waves of pleasure flood her whole body.
It released her as she slumped to the onto the table.
Covered in all sweat now. Her shoulder joint heaving. Her legs quivering. Her arms shook. Feeling in a body politic of bliss almost.

It was already to go again. Judging how it would take her next an unwished-for audio arose.
Or rather a deficiency 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 cerebration it sprinted through the unresolved window slithering through it.
Kimberly stayed perfectly still. Wanting to fall off to the floor.

The brute still in the scarecrow getup sprinted through thr forest. Moving into the storm with open eyes and ears.
rachis to hunting.

After another 20 minutes the sky had completely cleared.
Kimberly had just barely recovered from her ordeal. She could barely walk even and her brain was still dizzy.
She started walking back dwelling house with her shoes her G-string and a rend undefendable shirt.
She looked around seeing the dead torn apart deer. Her optic widened thinking it being a good estimate 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 literal shame in what she did either.


The creature was eating bear it had just killed. Tearing into it. The mask lifted slightly. Its tentacles fully branished with talons loose shredding constituent of it to ribbons.
'' You seem like you could consume it all figured out, do you not ? '' *click*
The freak jumped truly startled for nothing ever approached it.
It spun around tendrils in the air and flaring with a gurgly hiss under the masquerade party. The open teeth where the pharynx once was grinding covered and dripping with descent. Staring at the tall thin placid man in a causa. A hat covering his eyes with an unnatural wide and tart smile with shark like teeth.
'' No need for that. I have something to offer you. '' *click*