It started going faster, she knew what came next. Damien told Carmen to stay put while he went to investigate. With big black worn steel toed boots and a correspondingly eerie trench coat stood a scarecrow. Dahlia came from behind with a baseball bat covered in loose clown makeup from the other ones. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she forced out a moan. She gasped as her breasts were forced against the wall suffocating her chest. “You fuckers aren’t going to rape me anymore!” She screamed smashing it several times before all of them ran. A tentacle touched her lips lining them gently as the mouths kept talking vulgar, sexual and devious things. She felt its tentacle going deep into her tight slick warm ass hole. Its face was a potato sack with holes cut out for the eyes and mouth, but it still had real eyes under it.
