"Mmm... that's what I'll do." He whispers a little, leaning forwards. His hands began to stroke, squeeze, and roll her breasts more insistently. White tentacles slid up from his sleeves, sliding along his arms before spiraling around each fleshy orb.

And that's when she felt the suckers grasp her skin, seizing her heavy mounds gently at first... working their way around her molesting hands. Then they SQUEEZED, pulling at her flesh, tugging at every inch of her ample tits.

"So easily pleased... maybe... we should have some more fun with you. You are SUCH a slut, Kanoe dear... maybe we should make sure you look the part? Make you bear these things all day, barely hidden from all view?"

Her eyes widen as she watches the slimy tendrils slithering down the man's arms. But once they began to squeeze her swollen mammaries, all her concerns vanished. The witch thrusts her chest out into the tentacles, taking all that they had to offer her. Drool trickles from the corner of mouth as it hangs open in an almost never ending groan of bliss.

"Oooohhhh!"

She did not care about anything else anymore. His insults and threats fell to deaf ears as her hands ran along the slimy appendages. The suckers tug at ever bit of her pale hyper sensitive orbs causing her eyes to flutter and roll back completely in her head. With a soft cry she began to cum messily right then and there, the puddle of nectar growing between her thighs.

"Seems that way... doesn't it? Look at the mess you are making on your floor." He 'tsked' audibly at her, smiling with a wry grin. Fortunately, the orgasm made the burning feelings die down... at least, temporarily. Her large breasts continued to be rolled, twisted, toyed with, sending more shivers of pleasure through her.

The carnal feelings would soon return... but she had a short period of relief, when she just felt the things ruthlessly abusing and using her tits. She maybe had a minute or so before the desperate sensitivity would return and would overwhelm her mind. Lord, if she would be like this for days, would she begin to lose her sanity, pleasuring her breasts and body again and again...? His leer seemed to promise that fate for the dark witch...

Her eyes were glassy as she bathes in the afterglow of her climax. She was taking long shuddering breaths as her breasts continue to be molested. With some sense returning to her clouded mind, she asks the question again. What was happening to her?

"N-No..No more..." she groans.

With the need no longer a raging heat inside her body, she feebly began to pull at the tendrils mauling her breasts. She had to get away from this thing. It must be the cause of all this. Her breasts were throbbing with engorged blood and with equally throbbing nipples. Kanoe's legs were shivering as she tries to summon any strength to kick and push this creature away from her.

Icosagon grinned broadly, his eyes half-narrowed as he watched expression change and struggle. As she kicked, his tentacles loosened around each mound, catching her nipples like handholds and tugging.

Finally, though, she pulls her breasts free, her kicks shoving him backwards! He seems undaunted, the tentacles slowly slithering for her... slowly, surely, reaching for her uncovered mounds... a threat and promise of torment to the undefended seas of flesh!

"Maybe the form should match the fate. Don't you agree? You are such a whore... such a slut... that it's only fitting you show your true colors." Now he was just trying to piss her off... or perhaps frighten her, as the tentacles wriggle, suckers visible as they turn and spread out to herd her to her bed...

"Ahhnnn!"

She cries out as her nipples were sucked and tugged on by the tendrils. The witch struggles to get to her feet. Juices continue to drip down her thighs as she tries to steady her wobbly knees. The taunts were reaching her now as she glares at the monstrous human.

"I'll show you my true colors," she hisses harshly.

The woman did not know how long she could hold off the strange sensations her breasts been having but for now she could concentrate. She began whispering the dark words of magic as whisps of shadow gather into the palm of her hand. She thrusts her palm towards the creature, sending a bolt of shadow at him. It will burst in a concussive blast of chill and force on contact.

He jerks back, gasping in pain as it strikes him! The cold shoots up his tentacles, making him writhe and squirm on the ground. Then he slows down... stopping. As he stops moving at her feet, she can feel the first twangs of sensitivity return. But it's not bad as it was... possibly because her beautiful orbs weren't covered by rasping cloth, or held tight in restrictive clothing.

Then suddenly his legs split apart, tentacles spiraling up her legs! They encircle her quickly, seizing her limbs and sliding up to her stomach! "Point... made...! But we both know what you need now, Kanoe... so what... are you... going to do..."

Kanoe pants softly as she sees the monster blown back by her spell. Sadly it was not enough to kill the bastard as his tentacles wrap around her legs and up her torso. But at least it proves she has not completely succumbed yet. That is until she felt the strange tingling sensation gradually returning to her breasts. Was there anything to stop this feeling?

"Nngh!" she struggles in her bonds, her breasts bouncing firmly against her chest, "L-Let me go! I do not need you!"

The soft bounces against her chest causes her to gasp and shiver slightly. This feeling and sensitivity was going to drive her insane.

He growled a little threateningly, but he was smirking where he lay. His tentacles continued to climb, tickling across her stomach, and beginning to stroke her chest. Each heavenly orb was hefted gently from below, weighing and flaunting each large tit into the air.

"Oh! Should I leave you alone, then? Forever tormented by this nasty, whorish tits?" Tentacles slowly encircled them, squeezing and rolling her mammaries gently. "They ARE bad, aren't they? Aching with need, tormenting you... all because you didn't meet our agreement. You were to wear that small school uniform, mm? You promised, and I promised I'd stay away... are you sorry for being bad, Kanoe?"

Her arms tug weakly at the slithering appendages. Her body was already tensing up as they approached her tender breasts. They tingle wildly as the tentacles slowly circle them and tighten. A faint whimper leaves her followed by a pleasing moan of pleasure. Rubbing them before they became unbearable felt like pure heaven. She kept trying to pull them off half heartedly.

"I..I don't know," she groans, "What you are... Ahh.. Talking... Mmm... About."

She was being punished for not doing something she was never told? That was what she thought of it. The witch doubts she ever made a promise to such a vile creature.

"...intriguing. I think I actually believe you, too. Where does that put us, then, Kanoe dear? You promised you'd wear that uniform for me. How long has it been, then, since you've forgotten things? I doubt you'd have forgotten me by accident... so surely something must have happened. Is it something you remember, or did you already find out when you 'forgot' things around? Please share, Kanoe, because if you don't..." He lifted one of her large mounds higher, lewdly presenting it before Kanoe's vision as it was slowly squeezed.

"I can cure you of this... poor condition, though. I can make the horrible ache and need go away. I think we both know you are a terrible whore..." Each mound quivered and rippled as the tentacles slid across them, fondling and bouncing them in their grip happily.

"If you let the air brush across your plentiful cleavage... if you let the sun shine on your ample skin, I think you'll find the ache will subside. You'll have to button that blouse down low, though!" He actually cackled with glee, grinning from ear to ear as he watched her.

"Of course, then everyone would know just how bad you are, wouldn't they? But it's either that... or asking me for help. Your options are just terrible, aren't they?" He leered at her, an exaggerated look as he closely examined her heavenly breasts. Other tentacles began to slide along her, caressing her long legs, working up her firm thighs, and stroking along her smooth back...

Icosagon took in a deep breath, brushing his lips across her shoulder and then down to the upper curve of her breasts. It was like a hungry man smelling a tasty meal, taking in the steam of the bread, the warmth of the home cooked meal. Only it was Kanoe he was sampling, sensually teasing her skin with his 'human'-seeming lips.

Her cheeks flush a deep crimson as she hears what needs to be done to treat the hypersensitive flesh. If this creature really does know her, then it knows she could not do such a thing. She cannot walk around flaunting her body for every student and teacher to see. She just can't.

The dark witch shivers as the monster moves closer to her body. She could feel it's heated breath across her tender orbs, making them all the more sensitive as the tentacles fondle her. Her arms had long given up fighting and now she was digging her fingers into the carpet floor. Kanoe's knuckles quickly grew white as she groans helplessly. She had little choice in the matter. Flaunt her body, go insane with need, or ask...

"Please...h-help me," she gasps out.

She turns her head away from the creatures leering gaze. She had no choice, a phrase that always echoes in her head when these monsters defeat her and claim her body. The witch tries to close her thighs together to keep the tentacles away and rubs them together in some futile form of relief. What sort of deal was this beast going to make her accept now?

"Mmm... certainly I will. But you betrayed our little agreement... I'll only help you, if you agree to continue and abide by our deal. You made it once before, so it's terribly unfair to me if you go about ignoring it, isn't it?

But because you did ignore it... I will give you your agreed-upon punishment, and then you will continue to adhere to the deal..." He smirked as he leaned back a little, leaning around her to catch her gaze in his.

A deal they had made, one she can't remember? That was not only suspicious, but dangerous... even if he isn't changing the deal and is speaking the truth... she made the deal then knowing what it was. And some punishment he won't even name?

But the alternative...

As if to emphasize his point, his hands slid under each heaving tit, palms gathering the undersides of each heavy mound... and then he hefted them upwards, pressing Kanoe's glorious flesh to her chin, letting her own breaths and pants play over her sea of skin. His fingers stroked her undersides, teasing the sensitive flesh as he waited for her response.

It seemed far too much like a trap. Was he trying to make her accept such a dangerous deal, despite herself? Or did he even expect her to make the deal to begin with? His leer held no clues, but the tentacles that were holding her tits pushed her decision, suckers snaring each hard nipple and tugging on them insistently...

"I did not agree to any deal!" she cries.

The witch shuts her eyes and turns her head away. She was sure she did not make a deal with this thing. At this point it did not matter. This creature was just looking for an excuse to punish her and put her through this torture. The mention of a small uniform means that she would be flaunting her body no matter what. At least in a normal uniform she could keep her body mostly covered with the exception of her breasts. But that was not going to deter this beast here.

Her eyes flutter and roll back in her head as the suckers latch onto her rapidly throbbing nipples. She could barely manage a breath between the long blissful groans of pleasure. Kanoe's juices kept adding to the growing puddle she was sitting in, her body's resistances all but gone. She felt light headed like her mind was going to leave her at any moment to escape from drowning in the seas of sensations. Her body began to twitch as her loins began to tense up. Memories of how good it felt to finally let go and climax from those school girls fondling her breasts flood her mind as she lets out a scream. Juices gush forth from between her shivering thighs as all the tension of her body finally came forth.

He chortled as she screamed, watching the growing puddle between her legs. A tentacle dragged across her thighs, pressing between her legs, drawing out the shudders of pleasure as she climaxed from just her tits.

"Oh, you ~did~, girl. Because the alternative was so horrible, you'd do anything to avoid it. But I agreed I would leave you be... if you wore that little uniform whenever you weren't in school. It'd be like a good luck charm to keep me away."

"If you don't agree to it... and to the punishment for reneging on it... I'll just torment you anyway, and you'll be forced to experience this insane sensation. You barely managed it for fifteen minutes. Should I leave you for a week, and return with the offer...?" A tentacle stroked her cheek, drawing upon her attention from the haze of pleasure and fog.

Once he caught her attention fully, he grinned. "ok... so it isn't entirely fair. But I told you the treatment. There IS a second way to deal with it. How about I show you?" Without waiting for an answer, her breasts were stroked, squeezed, toyed with by his tentacles. His hands began to squeeze the undersides of her tits, making them bulge upwards! At first, his rythmic molestations seem to be the only reason why her bust ripples and bulges... but then she begins to feel her tits throbbing... and realizes, as she watches, that they are... growing?? The itching, needful sensations seem to fade as her plentiful mounds grow even more so, but the molestation brings with it new blisses and pleasures...