The sun glints off the still waters of the lake, as it slowly makes its way past the horizon. She stop to skip a rock across the lake, the ripples slowly spreading across the mirror smooth surface. As she notices, a large dark shape making Its way towards her. Gliding under the water Its wake obliterating the the small ripples she made as It draws closer to her.
As she realizes it is heeding her way she manages to unstuck herself from the fear that grips her as she turns and runs, she slips and falls face first on to the rocks. She lands face first, the stones clatter like so many bones, as she bloodies her nose.
Pushing herself up she feels something cold, wet and slimy grip her ankle and drag her back towards the shore. She twists and kicks but it is to no avail, the black oily and spongy flesh of the tendril holds fast as more hover near the shore, few blossom open in to seven petaled maws with a large wicked curved claw at the tip of each petrel. These dart forward ripping and tarring off her clothing deftly, leaving only a trail of rags as she is dragged, more grip her leg, arms and midsection.
A bulbous tipped tendril hovers over her as she try's to catch her breath panting, it shoots in to her mouth with unnatural speed, jamming her jaw open, as it secretes its sickly sweet and biter juice flooding her mouth, causing her to gag and choke as she drinks from the fowl knot. Her nipples harden and point towards the cold uncaring sky, her pussy starts to ooze and drool turning in to a waterfall of slickness. As if on cue the of the maw like tendrils latch on to her breasts, the claws piercing her pale skin, thin trails of blood oozes down as she screams around the muffling flesh gag, as her blood trickles down in thin streams, her back arches as something jabs in to her nipples, her screams mellowing in to moans.
