Chapter 1: Scarecrow's Hunger
The corn was too tall.
That was Erika’s first, ridiculous thought as the path curved and the cheerful chatter of other maze-goers faded behind a wall of dry, rustling stalks. It blocked the last of the ochre sunset, throwing everything into a deep, blue-grey twilight. The air tasted like cold dirt and rot.
“Ed? Babe, hold up.”
She couldn’t see him. He’d been right there, just around the last bend, chuckling at the cheesy plastic skeleton that had popped out. Now, there was only the maze. A whisper moved through the dried leaves, a sound like low, mean laughter.
“Ed, this isn’t funny.” Her voice sounded thin, swallowed by the corn.
Nothing.
She pulled her flannel tighter, the damp cold seeping through her t-shirt. Her Ugg boots sank slightly into the churned mud of the path. She should have worn different shoes. She should have said no to this altogether. Ed’s idea of ‘spooky fall fun’ was her idea of a low-grade anxiety attack.
Another minute of walking, calling his name. The path forked. Left or right? She dug her phone out of her pocket. No service. Of course.
“Perfect.”
She chose left. The corridor of corn narrowed, the stalks leaning in, their leaves brushing her shoulders like skeletal fingers. Up ahead, a figure stood slumped in a small clearing. A scarecrow. Cheap burlap face, straw poking from the sleeves of a ragged plaid shirt, patched jeans stuffed with more straw.
She let out a breath she didn’t know she’d been holding. Just a prop. This was fine. She’d wait here, Ed would find her.
She leaned against a rough stalk, its dry rustle loud in the silence. She watched the scarecrow. Its head seemed to be tilted, the black X’s of its eyes pointing right at her. The wind picked up, fluttering the ragged shirt. A chill that had nothing to do with the temperature slid down her spine.
Then the head straightened.
Not a wind-driven jerk. A slow, deliberate lift.
Erika froze, her breath catching in her throat. Her mind stuttered, searching for logic. A mechanism. A wire. An actor.
The scarecrow’s arm, stiff with straw, twitched at its side. The burlap head turned, the X’s locking onto her with a terrible, empty focus. Something glowed deep within those sewn slits. A faint, phosphorescent green, like pond scum in the dark.
This was no actor. The hunger in that gaze was too real, too ancient.
“Oh, God.”
She spun, her feet slipping in the mud. She ran. Yoga pants sucking at her thighs, her huge tits bouncing painfully against the constraint of her bra and shirt. She didn’t look back. The sound of dry, rapid rustling pursued her, not the wind, but movement. Fast movement.
She ran forward, trying to flee from the rustling footsteps behind her, when she stumbled, falling to the ground with a thud. She looked back and saw the scarecrow running towards her with incredible speed. She stood up to run - but it was too late. The scarecrow tackled her to the ground, staring at her tits in the shirt before it grabbed her white t-shirt and pulled hard, tearing it open to show her huge tits in the black bra underneathe.
Erika screamed, but her voice was drowned out by the roar of the wind through the cornstalks. The scarecrow's rough, straw-stuffed hands grabbed her tits, kneading them hard through the bra. She tried to push it away, but its strength was inhuman, its fingers digging into her soft flesh.
"Get the fuck off me!" she screamed, but the scarecrow only grinned, its burlap mouth splitting wider than should have been play, revealing rows of jagged, yellowed teeth.
It tore the bra away, her massive tits spilling free, bouncing as she struggled. Its hunger intensified as it stared at her huge tits jiggling as she tried to free herself. It gave a wicked grin as its hands grasped each of her huge breasts, groping them and squeezing them as it let out a guttural moan of pleasure.
Erika groaned and pleaded “Oh god no! Please! Let me go! Ugh! Somebody help!” The scarecrow gave a wicked laugh as its straw mouth opened, and a long wicked tongue came out, as it leaned in- pressing her tits together as it’s long tongue lapped at her nipples and breasts in a dark hunger. Erika screamed, her voice hoarse as she tried to push it off, but the thing was too strong. Its tongue was hot and wet, like a snake, as it dragged over her skin, leaving a trail of saliva.
“No! Stop! Please!” she begged, her voice breaking as she tried to squirm away. But the scarecrow’s grip was iron, its fingers digging into her soft flesh as it continued to lick and suck at her tits. Its tongue swirled around her nipples, teasing and tormenting them until they were hard and aching. She whimpered, her body betraying her as a jolt of unwanted pleasure shot through her.
It looked at her and with an evil voice it said “If you run, I’ll catch you, and then after that - I’ll find your husband and kill him.” Then it let go of her tits, standing up as it reached down and unzipped its pants. Erika’s eyes widened as she saw the grotesque, monstrous cock that emerged. It was thick, and very long, easily 10 inches in length. It smirked and gave an evil laugh as it stepped forward, lifting Erika to her knees as it pushed its cock towards her mouth.
Erika’s eyes widened as she saw the monstrous cock in front of her, the thick, veiny shaft pulsing with dark energy. The head was swollen and purple, glistening with pre-cum that dripped down the length of its shaft.
“Open that pretty little mouth for me, bitch,” it growled, its voice like dry leaves scraping against a fence. Its free hand gripped her chin, forcing her jaw open as it pushed the thick head of its cock past her lips.
She whimpered and groaned as she stretched her lips around its cock, closing her eyes as she slowly began to suck. The scarecrow groaned - tilting its head back as Erika began to suck his cock like her life depended on it. She worked her lips back and forth as far as she could without gagging, moaning as she slurped his length - bobbing her head up and down. The scarecrow’s cock was thick, throbbing, and impossibly hard. Its heat radiated against her tongue as she swirled it around the thick head, tasting the salty pre-cum that seeped from its tip. She gagged slightly, her throat tightening as it hit the back of her throat, but she forced herself to relax, taking it deeper. The scarecrow let out a guttural groan, its fingers tangling in her hair as it fucked her mouth with slow, deliberate thrusts.
"Fuck, yeah," it hissed, its voice rough and guttural. "Suck that fucking cock.” She continued as she was told, using her hand to stroke his length she couldn’t fit in her mouth as she sucked.
The scarecrow growled, “Over 100 years I’ve waited, and this is so fucking good. Get up.”
The scarecrow’s voice was a dry rasp, its burlap face twisted into something close to a smirk. Its cock, still slick from Erika’s mouth, twitched hungrily as it stepped back, giving her just enough space to rise unsteadily to her feet. The cold air bit at her exposed skin, her nipples still wet from its tongue, tight and aching in the chill.
Erika’s heart hammered against her ribs as she staggered up, her legs trembling beneath her.
“Pill your pants down.” He ordered. His voice was rough and commanding, a low growl that sent a shiver down her spine. Erika hesitated, her hands trembling as she reached for the waistband of her yoga pants.
The scarecrow’s glowing eyes burned into her, watching every movement with a hunger that made her stomach twist. She swallowed hard, her throat dry, and slowly pulled the elastic down, revealing the curve of her stomach, the soft flesh of her hips, the dark curls of her pussy.
The scarecrow let out a low, guttural sound, its cock twitching as it took in the sight of her. “Fuck, look at that,” it rasped, its voice thick with lust. “Turn around. Let me see that ass.” Erika did as she was told, turning around to face away from him, as she gave him a glimpse of her juicy fat ass. He growled, staring at it and licking his lips - it was plump and round, and he was about to see it in action. He stepped forward, Erika looked back and pleaded “No, please. Don’t. Please don’t fuck me.”
He stepped forward, pressing his cock against her pussy, adding gradual pressure as she looked back and gasped, her eyes begging him not to.