He looks about as her scream echoes through the trees that were once whispering and rustling in applause at the beautiful music she made. Now, it seemed, the grass and leaves rustled as her ivory and (near) pristine body was bared for them, the moon surely smiling on the lovely form it now laid its light upon. The breeze was cold, raising goosebumps on her skin, and stiffening nipples barely covered by shredded cloth.

Icosagon smiled, leaning over closer, his face now coming close to her cheek as he whispered lowly. "Don't I dare? Dare what? This?" His hand slid down, roughly grasping her right breast, rolling his palm over it roughly before suddenly pulling his hand away, lightly flicking the nipple with a finger as he withdrew. "I'll stop any time... you just have to give me your name. That's not too much to ask, isn't it?" He grins broadly, his hand resting on her sternum a moment before descending again, slower this time, inch by inch...

"You will not get my name!"

His whispered voice sent shivers through her body, more than the cold wind. She's afraid, Sofia knew that deep in her heart. But she refused, she didn't want to give him her name. He doesn't deserve it, she thought, perhaps a little too proudly.

"You...You will never get my...aaahh... AHHHH!"

Pulled at the tentacles that bound her desperately when he roughly grasps her breast. His hand was rough, much in contrast with her soft skin. "Stop...stop...stop..." she whispers softly and weakly. A quick gasp escapes her lips when he flicks her exposed nipples.

Her eyes widen when his hands slowly descend down her body. She shakes her head vehemently. "Nooo...."

He chuckled and smiled at her stubbornness. "Good... good, please. I'd be upset if you gave up so quickly." His fingers walked down, touching and stroking her breast now, gathering it in his palm... but his palm began to come apart, fingers unravelling as it became a suckered tentacle that seized her ample globe. Giving it a light tub, he tweaked and flicked the nipple with the end of the tentacle.

"mMM.... you are beautiful, wonderful! I want to know it... I want you to revel in giving it to me." More ardently he squeezed and rolled the mound, another tentacle stroking her inner thighs now. His eyes roamed over her, surveying her helpless body as she was stretched out.

Her name now means more than just a name. To her it embodies her dignity, her pride, herself. She remained stubborn despite being stretched out before him, her clothes in tatters and the wicked moonlight illuminating her porcelain skin.

Sofia whimpers weakly, though only the two of them were in the clearing, Sofia could feel eyes. All leering at her. The very thought made Sofia sick to her stomach. Squirming on the ground, Sofia remains resolute to keep her name to herself.

"S...Stop it! Y...You'll never get it out of me..."

He watches her, smiling broadly at the look in her eyes. He could practically feel the shame and horror at her body so exposed... and so more came, more tentacles grasping her wrists and ankles, now forcing her spread-eagle on the ground. Now she was utterly exposed, only the clinging shreds of the nightgown maintaining any modesty.

His other tentacle continued to massage and grope her breast, rolling, squeezing, teasing. They encircled the mound completely, beginning to squeeze at the base of the breast, then rolling the pressure up along until he ended it with a firm tug of the nipples, a maddening milking motion that he would never cease. His lips found her other breast, his tongue flicking nonstop at the nipple to coax it to hardness. Her soft flesh felt wonderful, but it was time to step up a little.

"If I can't get your name yet... I'll have to start with this...!" And with those words, he grabbed her chin with his remaining 'hand' and seized her lips in a kiss! He stole it from her, a deep and passionate kiss, brushing lips against hers nonstop, stabbing at her pride and flooding her poor brain with sensation...

The wind even seem to toy with her. What seemed like a gentle breeze blew pieces of her gown away from her body. Her face is red with shame and embarrassment. Anyone could see her! She couldn't shake that idea off her head. But there's nothing she could do.

"Aahh...ahhh!" The wicked tentacle pumps her nipples as if milking it. This was a new sensation to Sofia which floods her with a confusing mixture of pain and please.

Sofia gasps, she had no words for what happens next. The vile tentacles grab hold of her wrists and ankles pulling her legs apart. No! Give up, she thought to herself. Keep at least a shred of dignity! She opens her lips to protest, but he seizes her lips with a kiss, a vile kiss.

Ethan, she thought, save me. Her lips, which she wanted to place on Ethan's lips, was taken, seized, violated. With the tentacles prodding and roaming all over her body, Sofia grew dizzy with too much sensations. Pain, pleasure, humiliation, fear, it's all there. She could do nothing, except whimper and cry.

He tsks lowly, holding her steady and exposed. Wind played over her, dancing and teasing, and the moonlight kissed her features gently. Icosagon smiled faintly. "Now now... I shouldn't just take... I'll give something in return..." A second tentacle slipped across her chest, seizing her other breast and giving it the same stimulation as the first.

His fingers of his free hand began to walk down her again, this time tracing over her stomach. He brushed them across her bellybutton, teasing her skin. Finally, he began to push open and away the last of her gown, tracing down to inspect between her legs gently...

Sofia gasps, her eyes stare trembling at the wicked moon that seems illuminate her and Icosagon. The moon starts to blur when tears well up in her eyes. The second tentacle made Sofia scream and arch her back. She clenches her fist and screams loder, her sweet voice starts to crack.

Sofia's dress now lays in tatters, only the thin fabric of her panties stands between pride and absolute shame. She feels Icosagon's hands moving down, brushing against her inner thighs. "N...No... not there... please..."

Sofia bites her lip. She doesn't know why thoughts of Ethan kept flooding her mind. She loves, and even more she wanted to make love to him, but she was shipped to this wicked island before she could even see him. Again she felt Ico's hand, "No... don't... E-Ethan wouldn't love me if...y-you..."

He smiles at her initial reaction, each squeezing motion now moving together, milking her aching teats. Another tentacle slides under her back, keeping her arched as the others busily work. His hand below begins, his finger pressing against her tender lips through the panties, then slowly tracing a circle against them, his eyes locked on the feelings of passion and shame that flitted across her face.

His expression turned to one of almost-sympathy at her pleadings, although his chuckle isn't exactly as promising. "Mm... I'm sorry about that, but he isn't here. I'm afraid in this place, it's far too late for that..." His voice dropped to a whisper at the last, and he slid his finger up, grinding it against the hood where her clit was hidden.

With a faint grin, he asks. "Then, if not your name... tell me about this... Ethan?" As he asked, his tentacles suddenly releasing her breasts with a series of faint 'pop's! The suckers released them, sending dozens of explosions of pleasure and pinpricks of pain through them, before the tentacles squeezed back onto the again...

Sofia lets out another scream. Sensations of pain and pleasure flood her senses. Her nipples ache with abuse and she struggles to soothe them with her touch, but the wicked tentacles keeps her bound. Rather than reprieve, the suckers return to her nipples and the dizzying sensation of pain and pleasure grip the girl once again.

"Y...You're wrong!" Sofia struggles to speak, the assault on her bosoms was too much for the girl to bear. "H...He loves me... h-h-he'll come for me."

The tentacle prodding at her clit added more humiliation as her body starts to succumb the unceasing sensations Icosagon subjected her to. She bites her lip and resist, but she couldn't. Desperate moans flow out of her lips. Her body says surrender, her mind continues to resist.

He smiles, leaning down and starting to lick and kiss along her sore skin, nibbling lightly along the flesh of her breasts as tentacles massage and slide across them. His mouth was hot, gentle, and wet, a startling contrast to the tentacles... and her sore skin sensitive from the release of the suckers.

"There... there... that's better, eh?" He say with a brief grin, looking up before lathering her tongue across an aching nipple, the molestation beginning to increase in pace. Below, the fingers continued to grind, turning about slowly, parting her lips as it pushed her own panties into her a ways. Pulling his hand away, a thick black tentacle quickly replaced it, grinding slowly against her opening.

"He will come for you? Maybe you should come for him...!" He says in almost a sing-song tone, then his voice dropped into an urgent, hushed whisper. "So why don't you tell me about this Ethan, mmm? Is he so brave, so noble?" At each intoned word the tentacles push and squeeze a bit more forcefully, beginning a pace that would force her body to respond, to flow with it.

More and more, her high-class body was coaxed and teased, molested and stimulated, his ministrations increasing in tempo and amplitude with every gasp and moan that escaped her. Black tentacles looped around her helpless limbs and slid along her exposed skin; mercilessly she was held down and pleasured by this dark monster...

"Ahh... ahh..." Ico's warm and gentle mouth threw Sofia in a false sense of relief. She knew he was playing with her, mixing pain and pleasure, driving her mad. Though knowing this, there's nothing she could do. With her limbs entangled in tentacles, she's helpless beneath the monster.

With his prodding questions and tentacles, Sofia loses herself for a moment. "I...I want to come for him... and only for him!" Sofia proclaims. But when she catches herself saying those words, she coughs and stumbles through her words. Her face turns bright red. "He... he wouldn't do a-a-anything t-t-to hurt me, he loves... me.. and honors me..." She struggles to speak those words, for she was unsure if Ethan would still honor her upon seeing her current state.

Struggling to close her legs, she found it impossible to move with the tentacles holding her down. The wicked black tentacle, threatening to take her, penetrate her, ruin her was close to taking her womanhood. She shifts her hips left and right in a futile attempt to stop him, "Please... not there! I beg of you..."

He pulls up his other hand, showing that his hand itself reformed again. He reaches up, running his fingers across her scalp firmly, rubbing across her head. Breathing in sharply as he takes in the scent of her chest and neck, his fingers slide in further, tangling themselves in her long, red hair.

"You sure he honors you, honors you? And yourself... do you love and honor him?" He chuckled as his lips slid up to kiss her neck lightly. He was still teasing her, the molesting of her breasts getting rough again, tentacles insistently tugging and tweaking her nipples now.

His constant wordplay, his constant conversation with her continued, even as she had a harder and harder time following it. That was the idea, of course. At her pleading for him to cease, he looks into her eyes and smirks. "No? Alright... on one condition." He raises his eyebrows and grins mischievously. "What's your name?" He asks, looming over her. "If you say your name, I'll stop that irksome limb down there from continuing..."

"I love him with all my he....AHHHH!" The tentacle continue to tug at her nipples, Ico's soothing lips was not enough. They still ache from the abuse. Sofia clenches her fist, her nails dig into the flesh of her palm. She cries out, but no one would come to her rescue, it's just her and him.

"E-E-Emily..." Sofia whispers softly, barely audibly. Her gaze was to the side, she seems to refuse to look at him head on. "I'm...E-Emily... please stop... please."

He continues the endless torment forced upon her by his tentacles; grinding between her legs, molesting her breasts, teasing her skin. He still wore that maniacal grin on his face, though at her final admission, it slid away rather quickly.

"Em-il-y?" He said slowly, teasing each syllable on his tongue, then smirked down at her. "Oh, is that a lie? That isn't your name, is it?"

He reaches out, a tentacle seizing her violin, and brought it around next to him for inspection. "If you are lying... I'm going to have to make things very unfortunate for you. Well? Don't make me find out for myself..." Another tentacle slid up her leg, sliding down and around to slip under the back of her panties, caressing a buttock...