The Scarecrow


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The Scarecrow

Corvus nettled on the two poled wooden fencing on the farm. The stared at the scarecrow, then to the freshly plowed dirt with seeds in the lines. One cawed loudly at the unnerving but lifless Scarecrow. One started flying, heading toward the feild. Before it could even land it was cut in half and fell to the land, it 's abject half twitching. The weapon that killed the animate being was stuck in the wooden fence.
A rusty sickle with wise blood dripping from the vane. The eternal sleep of the crows took flight, leaving the farm. The total farm was vacate, no one lived inside the home, the only one there was the Scarecrow whose arm went back under the loop that helped curb it up. It 's head fell back down lifeless again as it 's tattered Brown wool rags, acting like a oceanic abyss pelage, wavered in the winding.

Vanessa, a German blonde who was driving to a modeling offer droved down the body politic road at 80 Admiralty mile an hour in her, inherited, Corvette. She loved the 90 's modeled car. Her father bought it and left it to her. She looked at herself in her rearview mirror. She was touching up her red lipstick. It was fairly easy seeing she had what was called vaccum lips. Her long bouncy blonde whisker shined in the sun. In no way was she pampered however. She worked hard to get this offer, she was a burnished vernal woman who infact got straight A 's in schooltime and she was n't part of any mutant and rarely associated with anybody. Confirming she actualy worked for her grade, but she loved to mold. She found the thought of being oogled and jerked off about was a twist on.
Wearing a black leather minidress with two red lines on opposite slope that went up the middle of her high C-cup breasts. She also had fishnet stockings and 6 inch pitch-dark high heels. She finaly looked forward to see a glade from te Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree up ahead. Her car sped out of the clearing and into the open plains.

The crows had come back and they sqauked in horror and fright when they saw the stagnant body of their quondam appendage gone from the office it had fallen. It was now on the shoulder joint of the bird-scarer put back together. The line from where it was cut was obvious to all of the crowing. It 's eyes were a tomato red. It 's wings now nashed looking. It 's head twisted over in less then a second, hearing a car comeing down the road. It drew another sickle from it 's tattered coat. It then whipped the reap hook forwards. Vanessa admired the farm that was coming up. It was big and expansive. She saw all of the, at to the lowest degree 100 demesne, plowed. She was impressed by the flock. When she looked forward a flock of crows suddenly flew in her way. Screaming she hit the breaks while gearing right with her car and busting through the fence. She drove into the farm yard a bit as dirt got kicked up everywhere. Her car drifted in the wanton scandal and finaly came to a hitch.
She opened the car doorway and looked around. She could n't believe what had just happened. She knew she could n't just go forth the 1000 like that. She had to appologize. She was however a bit unnerved by the scarecrow, it was an ugly matter. With big Shirley Temple Black worn sword toed boots that looked even more eeire with the trench coat. The manpower seemed molded and were covered with framework and a steel hurl to defend it together. It 's face was a potatoe sacking with jam cut out for the eyes and sassing, but it still had actual heart under it. Shiveled and a molding xanthous lily-white she figured they were clay. The mouthpiece of the scarer was a inkiness hole but the fabric seemed torn out. Shaking her head she walked toward the sign of the zodiac expecting some old fat guy to come in out yelling his head teacher off.
The strawman watched this new found girl enter his domain. Her nice turn ass shifting as she walked in her leather, shin tight wearing apparel. He looked back to the reaping hook he had thrown, it was wobbling in the logic gate. He was not permitted to leave the premiss of the farm, an ancient trance had bound him to the farm. He wanted despratly to go out. Out of anger he usualy killed anyone her got to stop over and ask for assistance at the farm. When ever the victim was female. He would spoil her and then kill her.
Vanessa knocked on the door. 10 secondment pasted with no reply. She knocked a little harde as the door slowly opened. A little creeped out she pushed the doorway open further. She looked inside the house and then entered. Her blackguard clicked on the level boards. Everything was in perfect Order. The chairman were symetricaly placed across from each former and all the peach were everlasting. She walked farther into the house, her hip going to and fro as she had picked up a sexy strut for her modeling vocation. She looked outside.
cloud had moved in. Suddenly a clang of thuder boomed as the a obscure Charles Grey replaced the coloring. Rain started to pour immeditly. She could barly see outside as the skies darkened to nearly night.
'' Hello ? '' she called out.
No answer. She went up stairs and looked in the three chamber. Alls the seam were perfectly made. No ome was found.
'Well I ca n't impart without saying something. And that rain does n't calculate like it 's going to leave anytime soon. Maybe I 'll just expect, just until the owners get back.
But they would n't.
She looked around the sign and found a diary. She knew she should n't record it, but something compelled her. She opened the Christian Bible to the latest entry.
'' Febuary 23rd, 1925,
I ca n't shake the feeling that Scarecrow is watching me. The maid says I 'm imagining things, but she 's the one who got the stuff for it. She 's a blackamoor from New Orleans, I thunk she had practice in that fetich clobber. I see her pray sometimes and I saw her rouge something on the fence. I really do n't recognize what it is but she did it before she set up that bird-scarer. I think it 's been eyeing me. Staring at my seat. It sounds gaga but I just know that damned woman cursed us and I ''
The entry suddenly cut. Venessa was a bit creeped out by the introduction. She got on the bed to look out the window next to it. On her manpower and human knee she showed her beautiful arc. Oddly enough the Scarecrow turned her on a trivial. One of her biggest bit ons was hoi polloi staring at her body, and she felt like the bird-scarer was. Anyone behind her would have seen her white ass. She looked at the Scarecrow, but she could n't see past the rainfall. Suddenly a bolt of lightning brightened the sky and there it was ... An empty crossing, the straw man was gone. She gasped as another bolt of lightning flashed followed directly by a enceinte crash of skag that shook the home and she saw the Scarecrow in the reflection of the window holding a pitchfork. She spun around to see it standing it the door way. She backed up on the bed, going nowhere, pushing against the wall. Her middle were in complete impact and did n't consider it. Her mouth was loose in repulsion, shuddering. The Scarecrow stepped forward stabbing the pitchfork into the flat coat.
It came forward staring at her shaking, but still sexy eubstance. It placed a hand o her thigh, slowly drifting it up.
She was scared out of her mind yet disgusted with herself, her pussy was wet. She was completely turned on but with so much fear she could n't move to run. She thought it was going to kill her flop then and there. But she knew different when it pulled out a long monumental pecker that was shrivling anatomy. She was n't a whore, but in lust and awe of survival she jumped forward and grabbed the shlong a stuck it in her sass. Her fingers ventured down her cleavage and under her clothes. She slowly rubbed her betraying cunt that was wet with prevision. She moaned softly as the Scarecrow looked down at her staring with it 's hate filled eyes. It removed it 's penis from her mouth and threw her against the wall forcfully. It touched her branch and rose, lifting her dress a bit until her wet G-string was showing. The Scarecrow grabbed the G-string and ripped it off with a single tug. It then grabbed the tip of the sleeveless attire and yanked down letting her turgid tit fall out. Harshly it sqeezed her tits. It yanked on the and pulled.
Vanessa moaned a bit at the rowdiness of the Scarecrow. She lifted one of her stripper legs up to the creatures waist. Needles came in where it 's tooth should possess been. It came forward and scratched her neck opening with them. She jerked oral sex away but it actualy made her pussy more wet.
It could reek the delicious olfactory property. It lifted it penis to her pussy and with it 's other hand grabbed her ass. At the Same time it pulled her hips forward and thrusted it 's dick into her. She moaned loudly and roughly looking to the ceiling as her eyes rolled back. It 's gravelly hard mitt groped her ass while shoving it 's dick in and out of her. She then belted out an orgasm as she started gyrating her rose hip at a speedy fervency stride. She gushed all of the Scarecrows pecker. The bird-scarer could sample every little region her tactual sensation. When his fabric touched anything it can taste it. Right now it 's consistence was all over hers, on hired man grabbing her properly breast, it 's former mawing her ass, it 's consistence pressed up against hers thrusting repeatedly. It 's teeth on her neck as a black tongue came out and licked the cuts from her neck opening. Everything about her tasted so good.
She moaned out loud, nearly crying her future coming and she gushed out on his penish again. Her succus leaked down it 's dick onto the fabric and became dry almost immedity. It was athirst for her. It finaly thrusted once firmly as it unloaded in her vagina. She licked his face looking suductivly into it 's centre. Her hand came caressing it 's look. Her hand slowly went down and started jerking off the Scarecrow.
She tasted so good.
The Scarecrow grabbed her neck and whipped her to the bed. It went toward the enterence and wrapped it 's hand around the pitchfork.
'' Hey '' she said suductivly looking out the windowpane, bent over the bed, her fundament on the priming coat and her weapon lift her as her pelvic arch slowly gyrated in the air, `` Wan na go again. You 're making me so fucking wet right now, I want you in my ass. '' It did n't move at first, `` You were groping it so practically I thought you would wish fucking my pie-eyed little ass hole. '' it released the pitchfork and took a measure forward when she looked back at him with suductive optic, `` bring the pitchfork. '' she said licking her top lip.
It pulled the pitchfork from the dry land and came forward it lifted the pitchfork over her and grazes her back with it slowly.
Her button was on fire as she moaned outloud while the sharp sharpness of the pitchfork went over the lenient bod of her backrest, lining her arc and grazing her ass face, and then the rear of her thigh. It put the weapon down on the bed as it put it 's duck between her ass brass and sqeezed them together over it 's shaft. It shifted back and Forth letting her soft ass cheeks jack it off. Then finaly it placed it 's head over her hole. It pushed it in. She moaned so loud it was almost a scream. It thrusted in and out as it placed it 's hands on her shoulder. She grabbed one bridge player and sucked it 's middle finger.
She tasted so good, so sweet.
It kept going as picked it 's pitchfork back up and lifted it over her back getting ready to add it down. A bolt of lightning flashed. It saw the breach in the fence, just now noticing it. He could result. It slammed down the pitchfork, it stabbed flop beside genus Vanessa 's head. It gasped both ass cheeks hard, almost vengeful, and with an inhuman speed it teamed her ass. She screamed groan, unable to contain herself. It slammed a hand on her ass, she cried out in joy as he came again inside of her. She felt the strawman cold cum inside of her ass. She loved the feeling. She laid out on the bed as one of her mediate finger scooped some of the Orange River cum that was dripping from her ass. She licked her fingerbreadth clean.
'' It tastes like autumn pumpkin. '' she said with a short jest. The Scarecrow got to eye level.
'' I will let you live on. You freed me from my back as a slave to the farm. I can go forth now. '' it spoke with 3 phonation at once, each darker and more gurtal then the last, `` You were an exceptional loose woman. ``
She smiled biting her finger, `` Promise me one matter. '' she said, it nodded, `` Next time you see me, I want you to ravish me, not nice and easy like this clock time. But I want you fuck to the brink of my sanity. '' it 's sass folded in several way of life creating an eerie smile. She it would. It walked out of the elbow room.
She looked outside and saw it walking toward the broken part of the fence. She looked over and saw something red under the blankets. She lifted the blanket to see red staining the sheet and dozens of holes in the bed. Then she noticed an Orange smear on the slope, `` pumpkin. '' she whispered, `` the diary, he raped and murdered her right wing here. '' she discovered.
She looked back out the window to see that it was gone.
Her fingers slowly started to rub her aching twat as she licked the stained weather sheet .
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