She glared at him before turning back to the piano and without a word began to play. This had to be a joke she could do this with her eyes closed so she did. She closed her eyes and continued to play flawlessly annoyed angry and frightened but if this was all she has to do it wasn't gonna be too hard of a challenge. She played dexterously her fingers finding the right note every time and without a single mistake she began to play Beethoven.

The music was simply there every note was in her mind she could do this under most circumstances. After all it was only 7 hours till sun up it wasn't easy to play that long but it wasn't impossible either. She thought to herself how she might get away if he went back on his word but nothing came to her, she continued to play it seemed this was her only line of safety.

He smirked at her anger, reaching out with his hands again. He brought his fingers across the sides of her breasts again, and his face pressed against her neck and shoulder. "Mmm... so soft... don't mess up now, m'kay?"

His whisper against her skin could draw shivers throughout her body. And his fingers began to stroke and caress her breasts through her uniform, a touch of his power to shape himself and others used to tantalize and tease her endless curves even more than it should have.

"If you can play all night... then my tentacles won't cram into your recesses... testing how much you can possibly take. But... if the price of your loss is your body, what do you want if you win?"

“For you to go to hell.” she answered gritting her teeth anger still getting the best of her letting her play flawlessly ignoring his fingers her eyes closed she played emptying her mind letting her fingers play how shes always played it didn't require thinking she just had to do it. Playing piano was second nature to her and if this bozo thinks that he could get the best of her by touching her he was dead wrong.

She took a deep breath and started on her third song. “Chopsticks.” She this was something of a joke it was written by Fredric Chopin and it was so easy that a 5 year old could do it. She simply wanted to make a statement that if he was going to play this way she had a few cheap songs she could play herself.

He snorts and smirks. "Soooorry... no can do. Besides... if you lose, do you really want to pay THAT much of a price... yourself?" He grinned evilly, resting his chin on her shoulder and turning his face to look at the side of hers...

Meanwhile, his hands continued to gently knead and mold her large mounds, pulling and pinching the flesh eagerly in his hands. The touch of his fingers was ardent, hungry. He let out a chuckle and a laugh, shaking his head and smiling at her.

"Ooh... very cheeky, young lady. Very cheeky..." One hand gathered up one entire breast in his palm, pushing it up slowly. Pushing it up on his chest, weighing it, groping and grasping it firmly. "Fine... play Chopsticks if you want... though I may have to be cheap, too, my lady..."

She returned to one of the other songs still ignoring him he began to play Chopin's nocturnes a much more complicated piece but it to her it made no difference though she was starting to feel his pinch in fact her nipples had grown hard from his touch tough her bra hid that fact. She grimace and continued to play doing her best to ignore him. She played without any mistakes and 'Its gonna stay that way.' she thought.

Her fingers gently played as she began to hum along to distract herself from his fingers. 'What if I loss.' she thought but then pushed it out of her mind like hell she was gonna lose.

He hummed alongside her music, the sound moving into her naked shoulder... and his hands slid downwards, moving under her uniform. They stroked along her stomach, and moved alongside her breasts. This time, only covered by a bra, he pressed them together, mashing the flesh roughly as her uniform rode up, his hands on either side of her magnificent rack.

"Mmmmm... a good start... do you have any better music? Or... is that the limit of your skill?" Now he was pricking her pride, just a little. A thumb stroked along over her nipple, rubbing the bra into it, and he chuckled lowly again. She was more than a handful, for sure... and her musical skill was impressive. How could she manage to play with these things?

She glared at him as his hands ran down her body she was getting nervous her hands where getting sweaty this was bad. She cleared her head and continued to play ignoring him best she could but his fingers wouldn't leave her alone she continued to play almost making a mistake as he rubbed her nipples. She gritted her teeth ignoring him.

But then as he insulted her she glared at him and began to play Franz Liszt's Hungarian Rhapsodize this required a lot of her attention she could play this flawlessly usually but this time she had someone playing with her and her attention was diverted she closed her eyes taking a calming breath and continued to play.

He chuckled softly as she began to play; his touches began to become less ruthless, more tender stroking and touching. However, his hands slowly began to work down her bra... baring her breasts naked under her uniform. His lips began tracing along her neck and shoulder, planting gentle kisses.

"Mmmm... that music... is more like it. Keep on track now..." His hands now seized her naked breasts, squeezing and rolling them. Her nipples was not touched this time; instead, he stroked and grasped her undercleavage again, slowly working his way up towards the aching nubs...

Rumi let out a involuntary moan but continued to play she couldn't stop who knows what he was going to do to her if she stopped. She kept playing concentrating with all her might she played note after note perfectly, though now her breath came in gasps. She took a deep trembling breath and she continued ignoring his hands the best she could.

Despite her efforts her playing seemed strained there was no ease anymore not like before where she played without a thought she had to think through a fog. She felt as if she was going mad, she moaned again his touch was turning her on.

That feeling, of near-madness at attempting to concentrate through what he did, was his evil little goal... endlessly, his fingers worked on her breasts, coaxing her to greater pleasures as she tried to play. His lips worked on her vulnerable neck and shoulder, adding greater intimacy and punctuation to the devilish work of his idle hands.

And then... her nipple was seized. A pair of fingers slid up, finally grasping the nub, turning and rolling it gently. While her left tit was slowly worked... something long, sinuous, slid along the underside of her right breast, the slim tentacle moving for the diamond-hard peak there. Almost daintily, it slid to her nipple... tapping it... and sticking fast. A sucker on the tip snared the nub, catching it firmly! As the tentacle twitched and pulled, the sucker pulled on her teat!

Rumi tried to keep playing tried to ignore the sucking but she couldn't her hands trembled and she stopped. Now she was trying to pull it away from her breast. Panic filled her mind as she tried to get away from him "Get away." she screamed pulling away from him as fast as she could, but it was no good it seemed as if she couldn't get it off that slimy thing seemed as if it was stuck onto her.

“Let go.” she screamed and tried to get it off of her, panicking she ripped her button up shirt. Half the buttons falling to the ground as she pulled on the tentacle off but it felt as if it was latched onto her skin.

Wow, a strong reaction even he did not expect. Pulling back in surprise, he let her thrash about, panicking and freaking out. The moment was lost, and he let her ride out her fear. She would be able to pull off the sucker, with effort, and the tentacle slipped away... but remained hovering nearby...

Finally, he grinned a little bit, eyes glancing over the exposed valley from her shirt. "Mmm... you stopped playing. I will let you pick up and continue, if you want... but you had better not freak out again, eh?" The tentacle hovering in the air weaved a little, but pulled back a bit more. It seemed to be coming out of his sleeves as well... how many must he have??

He speaks up again, catching her attention and reminding her. "It would not bode well for you if you just stop here... it has barely been an hour..." That long, already?

Rumi sat back down at the bench, and put her hands over the piano once more but she couldn't do it. Her hands trembled, and when she tried to play her hands reacted to slowly and sometimes hit the keys twice. She couldn't do it she was done that little stunt of his had won him this game, but she couldn't say it, she couldn't admit defeat. She knew if she lost it so much worse then what was going on now, but she still couldn't continue.

She looked down at her hands her face pale and her hands trembling. “No..” she whimpered, then put her hand back on the keyboard but when she tried to play it was the same her fear still had too much control over her, “I can't play anymore.” she said closing her eyes admitting defeat, it was over.

He actually 'tsk'ed at himself; he really had not meant to 'win' like that, or so quickly. "Oh... bother..." He smirks, at himself as much as her. The tentacle holding her waist lifted her up a bit... leaning her forwards. Her ample breasts, still in her uniform for the moment, fell onto the keys with a resounding 'KLOOOONG' of the piano!

"I will tell you what..." He says lowly, more tentacles slipping out... grasping her arms and legs, pulling them back and apart so she hung in the air helplessly, leaning over the piano. "Can you sing? If so... you can win by singing until dawn... although you will be allowed to switch back to the piano when your voice gets hoarse. But..."

His tentacles were smooth, surprisingly not slimy, although their cool flesh certainly seemed like it at first! They held her, by her waist and limbs, over the piano and bench, knees slowly bent to force her to kneel on the latter. And then, she felt another tentacle brush along under her skirt, across her pantied sex. "Since you... DID fail... I will be taking this. It would not be honest, otherwise..."

The young man shrugged and chuckled softly. "But, I will let you go at dawn, if you can... keep up the music. And, I will not do any worse to you than that..." He leered at her, grinning and walking around to stand to the left of the piano, in front of her eyes now.

"Terrible of me... to take you... but you DID fail... but I am giving you a chance... to not fail completely." He stopped, the tentacle still stroking her sex through the cloth, and her breasts resting freely on the piano keys. Was she going to take the offer?

Rumi blushed but it seemed as if she had no other choice she nodded and then thought of something to sing. She blushed red as she felt his tentacle against her, but then she started to sing choosing something that wasn't in English so that if she messed up at least he wouldn't know. She began to sing Hallelujah in Spanish. It had been one of her favorite songs so she had learned it in Spanish as well as English and this seemed like the perfect time to use that bit of trivial knowledge.

She loved this song she had learned it from an El Divo CD. It was the first song that she had learned that wasn't in English and she had sung it everywhere till her parents threated to disown her if she didn't stop.