Staying up until three in the morning had probably not been such a good idea. Unfortunately, Olivia tended to lose track of time whenever she became engrossed in one of her projects, and it was only because she'd caught a glimpse of a clock on a bathroom break that she'd realised how late it'd gotten at all. She managed to get at least some sleep, and fortunately she didn't have any morning classes to worry about. However, her physiotherapy at eleven meant she had to get up at some point that morning and, having had such a late night, getting a good solid eight hours wasn't exactly possible.

Nine in the morning, having gotten at least five or six hours, and Olivia would find herself rolling out of bed, her blonde, purple tip dyed hair having contorted into a lovecraftian horror. This brilliant intellectual would, despite her usual genius, give off a long drawn out 'zombie' groan as she extracted her face from the pillows, which had left a distinct taste in her mouth. The climate around here always gave her bed hair in the mornings. First flailing blindly for her alarm clock, silencing the dreadful noise maker, she'd then give a resigned sigh to the fact that, yes, she did have to get up. Removing her mask from its charger on her bed side table, doning the device and switching it on, this clever little invention of hers, resembling a sort of average, plain, white masquerade mask, with filled in eyes, would begin to send picture to the blind prodigy via a small neural implant, also of her own creation.

Her sight restored, she could she for herself in a nearby mirror what she could already feel in regards to her coif. Though her appearance mattered little to her, she knew that a shower would usually do the trick for taming that unsightly mess, and furthermore, a bit of hot water would certainly help her to wake up. Changing out of the panties and sleeveless vest top she usually wore to bed, Olivia would put something more presentable on for the short trip to the shower rooms.

Though she probably could have walked the distance, Olivia would make the journey in her wheelchair, needing to do little more than flex a single finger to drive the joystick. While most others tended to get undressed in the more public locker rooms, wrapping up in a towel before heading towards the generously sized, individual shower compartment, Olivia would drive straight up to the door of one of the showers and park her wheelchair just outside. Very conscious about her appearance, Olivia was glad to see that there was near to no-one around. Rising to her feet, taking a second to steady herself, the fragile young woman would enter the shower room and begin to get changed in there, behind closed doors.

There didn't seem to be anyone or anything in the room, not that one would expect there to be, but a shy Olivia would give a cursory glance around before disrobing and wrapping herself up in a towel. Clutching her only covering tightly, the little half indian girl would peek out the door just slightly. Seeing that there was nobody around, she would risk opening the way a little more to drop her clothes and, eventually, her seeing eye mask on the seat of her wheelchair. Closing the door quickly, not wanting anyone to see her so much as wrapped in a towel, Olivia would soon remove that too and hang it up on the hook above the door. Her eyes closed, with it not doing her much good if she had them open, she would carefully begin to feel her way around to the faucets for the shower.

She'd locked the door, despite the fact that she'd been repeatedly told not to, in case she fell, but the thought of anyone beside her doctors seeing her naked was unnerving to her. Reaching one hand up to the head of the shower, she'd turn the aim of it aside towards the wall before turning on the water. Feeling the water with one hand and adjusting the temperature with the other, it would take a bit of blind feeling around before she got things just the way she liked them.

Despite all appearances, the shower rooms were not as empty as Olivia thought; the other occupant had watched her from his hiding place as she entered, then snuck to a new one to watch as she entered the shower. That a seven-and-a-half foot tall, three-eyed, wolf-headed demon could find anywhere to conceal himself so completely in the room, much less two such places, would surprise most people, but Kakumaoh's abilities meant he didn't need that much cover.

He waited for a brief while, giving her time to turn the water on, before moving in to join her. The fact that she'd locked the door would only slow him down by a second or two; he'd "persuaded" one of the prefects to give him a key some time ago. Once the door was unlocked, he set aside the key and his loincloth in an inconspicuous bundle near her wheelchair and quietly opened the door. While he aimed to use the sound of the shower to mask his entrance, the school's soundproofing might have worked against him; he couldn't actually hear if the water was running before he opened the door, and her blindness meant that he might have underestimated the time she'd needed. Even if he had, there wasn't any way she could get out without going past him.

As the hot water began to pour down, Olivia would give a quiet sigh. As more and more of the downpour began to envelop her lean, fragile body, the individual droplets rolling down her soft, silky smooth, caramel skin, would soon start to bundle together into distinct flowing streams. The shower finally taming and laying flat her long, waist length hair, Olivia would shift her weight slightly, the pure clean rivers of water snaking ever downward around her modest breasts, across her waist and down over her thighs and calves.

It would appear that our keen monstrous invader would be in luck, with Olivia having already managed to not only start her shower running, but also finding the correct temperature, by the time he opened the door to enter. She'd begun to comb her fingers through her hair under the water's downpour. However, as she froze, her once relaxed body tensing up, it would have to be the case that she was somehow aware of the intrusion. Though the shower had done the job of covering up the sound of the door unlocking and quietly swinging open, such was this blind girl's attunement to her other senses that it would be the minute changes in airflow that would alert her to something amiss.

The pressure changing with the slightest of wind flow towards the door as it swung open, even with the subtle drop in temperature also, Olivia would not find herself immediately certain that something was amiss. However, such was her fear of being seen by others in her current state, that she'd slowly turn in the direction of the door, gingerly covering up her modesty with her hands. Was she just being paranoid, had the door actually opened? It didn't seem likely that the lock would just malfunction like that, and she could just have imagined it, but she couldn't be entirely sure.

"Erm... Hello?"

Despite the fact that she was supposedly calling out for a person or persons unknown, she would speak shyly and quietly. Turning sideways to try and put her lower regions out of view, she would hesitantly shuffle towards the direction of the door, her right hand that she'd used to cover her sex now reaching out cautiously. When her fingertips touched what felt like skin, she would immediately pull back her hand and flinch in surprise and alarm. Though her blind eyes remained shut, they would widen in shock. Across what felt like her entire body, a hot, embarrassed flush would take hold, and her immediate reaction would be to tighten up, retreat back slightly and make a greater effort to do what little she could do to cover up her naked body. Despite the initial reaction however, this firm minded, strong willed individual would soon knuckle down and dig deep to regain her composure. She would force her body to relax slightly, and make a start on some quite understandable indignation.

"Who are you?"

She'd demand.

"What are you doing in here?"

The girl's reaction was unusual, to say the least; while she wasn't the first to not be surprised by encountering someone so obviously not human, Kakumaoh was sure that she didn't even realize that he wasn't. As she moved toward him, he shut the door again, making sure that they wouldn't be seen or heard.

She got close enough to touch him before drawing back and asking two of the most common questions he got when first meeting a student. That she hadn't asked "What are you?" confirmed what her other actions led him to believe.

"Who am I? Well, I've had many names over the centuries; for now, I prefer Kakumaoh. As for what I'm doing in here, I'd usually say it should be obvious..." He gave a quick glance at his erect member before moving towards her and continuing, "but since you don't seem to be able to see, I'm here to have some fun with you." He reached out to grab her, two hands going for her shoulders while the other pair went for her butt, aiming to get a good grip before pulling her to him.

Fearfully retreating backwards, slowly and cautiously, Olivia would still, nonetheless try to display some sort of defiance. Hearing no sudden apology, excuse or explanation, but rather a simple, cool, menacing tone, she would have to read a hostile intent from the 'person' in front of her and would as such try to think of a means of fighting back. The shower behind her seemed the obvious choice. Put quickly to the hottest setting and scalding her assailant with hot water. However, the shower head and faucets were a long way behind now, and she was certain this person could grab her before she could make it, if she moved immediately.

The creature's words, explaining who they were, had seemed strange and ominous to her, but until she later felt its muscles and size, a picture of someone either high on some chemical, or else delusional, would quickly find its way into her head, serving as some sort of mild, though not particularly useful, false comfort. A troubled man, or else some unpopular, anti-social teenager, would be the more likely seeming options to her, either someone dangerous or simply pitiful, or both. Her discomfort would only be compounded when this 'person' stated their intention, that is 'to have some fun', spurring her to move with slightly more haste.

"N-now, see here, Mr... er... Kakumaoh. Whatever your circumstances, you should..."

Which is as far as she would get before feeling hands closing around her rear and shoulders. Still far from her intended destination, she'd only just started to feel the slightest of trickle on her ankles and calves. Though the touch to her behind would elicit a sudden, high yelp from Olivia, it would be the sensation of something hot, firm and soft upon her front that would have her the most startled.

The place where it pressed hardest, presumably the tip, would rest on the center of her chest, just below her breasts, this long, warm member would press all along the length of her torso, sinking slightly into Olivia's soft flesh, and curving back toward Kakumaoh just above the short, trim patch of Olivia's lower hairs. If this was the creature's penis she could feel, which she would have to assume it was, the thing was massive.

With her left hand, she had instinctively reached down to try pointlessly to remove at least one of the hands that had now reached down to sample her ass. In front of her, she'd thrown out her other hand, only to find it brushing against some sort of fur. Almost hypnotised by this sensation, feeling muscle and bulk, her right hand would slowly slide up until it found what she'd had to assume was a shoulder. If the size of this thing's member, and the thickness of its, apparently, four arms hadn't already shattered her illusions of this being some sort of delusional delinquent, then the seer size and height of the thing would definately do the trick.

Bringing both her hands in front of her now, pushing against the huge chest of this thing, in an act that she had to know was pointless, Olivia would tremble slightly in fear. Despite her terror, trying to paralyse her and hold her in place, she would none the less manage to mew out some small cry for help, though due to the quietness of such a feeble call, the sound of the shower and the thickness of the walls, it would be likely impossible for anyone to have heard.

"S-somebody... Help."

"No-one is going to hear you," Kakumaoh said as he lifted her up. "And even if they did, it's more likely to be another guest who'll want a turn with you than a student who'll share what you're going to get." One hand moved from her shoulder down to her chest and began to fondle her breast. "Besides, if you relax, you might even enjoy this," he said before running his tongue down the side of her neck.

As she felt herself being lifted up, she would also feel the tip of that hot, swollen member sliding down across her soft, smooth body with a tormentingly slow pace. Stopping just short of lower regions, resting on her lower stomach regions, in her panic, unsure of how far it was going to go until it halted, Olivia would wiggle her body in a vain attempt to avoid the punishment that hard, huge bulging cock represented. Feeling her heels steadily pulled off the ground, then the tips of her toes as she was lifted ever upwards into the open air. Her movements only helping this monster grope of her ass, she'd find herself thrashing her legs, hitting only the solid muscles of this intruders strong thighs, with perhaps only the slightest change to her aim possibly giving her more significant results, if only she could think to do so.

Despite Kakumaoh's words, when she felt his huge, rough hands on one of her firm, round breasts and his long, wet tongue sliding up her slender neck, she would continue to struggle, her hands taking to either place. One hand trying to push away his face, she would be terrified to feel, less a normal face, but more sort of muzzle. His arms thicker and stronger by far, she would only succeed in pawing ineffectual at the hand now massaging her breast. Though the whole situation had her repelled, leaning her head away from his tongue, a grossed out squee escaping through her clenched teeth, the sensation of his hands on her ass and breast would begin to elicit a sense of perverse pleasure. Aware of this, that gradually dawning sense of realisation actually helping to clear her mind, Olivia would start to regain her composure and her voice, crying out for help louder and clearer.

"Please! Anyone! Help Me!"

The girl certainly had spirit, he'd give her that, putting up more of a fight than most students he'd got in a similar position. It was just too bad for her that she didn't have anything like the strength she'd need to even slow him down. He didn't bother commenting on her continued cries for help; most students had their own showers in their rooms (although he had theories why she'd been assigned one that didn't), and anyone who did come here wasn't going to hear her or randomly check the stall.

He began to work his tongue down her body, stopping when he reached her breasts to lick and kiss her nipples. At the same time, he slid one of the hands from her ass to between her thighs and started to caress her sex. So far, he wasn't pushing inside her, but it was surely just a matter of time.

Her cries for help would come to a sudden stop as she felt a tongue and then lips close around her teats. Instead, an almost whimpering, quivering silence, would fall upon her after a single startled yelp, with the creature's unwanted touch now both on her breasts and sex. Legs closing shut, her soft thighs closing around the rough hand, now assaulting her down below, would do little to slow his ever more invasive touch. Despite herself, she could begin to feel the warmth rising up from his touch, an involuntary shivering shaking her lower half with every broad stroke, only stopped briefly between his pressing in and pulling out, an element to the molestation that would soon be eliminated as the beast's pace steadily increased.

Teeth clenching, there was little Olivia could do to stop what was happening. One strong hand was still lightly held underneath one of her buttocks, though it's support on her would wain slightly to force her weight down on the hand assaulting her sex, and whilst one of the hands up by her shoulders had now grabbed itself a handful of breast, the other one was still wrapped around, underneath her shoulder, with those enormous fingers placed firmly against her shoulder blades. The positioning meant that one of her hands was unable to go anywhere other than remain in place, on this monster's shoulder. Her other hand however was free to reach down, but as she managed to take a grip on the wrist of the hand now assaulting her, it became clear that there was not stopping this, her hand only pulled back and forth along for the ride.

It all seemed quite hopeless, but Olivia wasn't one to give up. Now digging in deep, she'd clench her free hand on the monster's shoulder, digging her nails in, or at least trying to, before grabbing a good handful of its fur, making a valiant attempt to tear some of it loose. At the same time she'd forced tensed up, forcing her body lower down to obey her, and in a last ditch effort to be free of her attacker, she'd throw out a leg in a swift kick, up between the monster's own legs, in an assault on what she had to assume was a vulnerable area on this creature, as it was for other males.

"Th-that's Enough!!"

If her attempt was successful in getting her free, her next move would be to try and scramble for the shower and give the creature a quick blast of the hottest setting, almost as bad as boiling water poured from a kettle. However, whether or not her attempt to fight back would even be successful in landing, or her particular choice of target was even there and a vulnerable point for this beast... we'd have to see.

She wasn't the first to try a kick to the balls to drive him off. Unfortunately for her, as for all the others, his testicles were internal and thus protected against the attack. Similarly, it would quickly become clear that trying to dig her nails into his skin would do nothing more than possibly break them. Switching to grabbing his fur and yanking it had slightly more effect, as he briefly paused his attention to her breast, snarled in annoyance, and glared at her. Even so, the fur she'd grabbed was short and didn't let her get a good enough grip to have a chance of pulling any out.

"Don't make me get rough," he growled. "You really wouldn't like that." He squeezed her breast firmly to emphasize the point before returning to stimulating her nipple. The threat was largely empty, as doing unnecessary damage was against his nature even if it hadn't been against the rules, but he knew it was unlikely she knew that.

Between her thighs, he slipped the tip of a finger between her nether lips as he continued to fondle her sex.

It seemed hopeless, and with her cruel captor only exacting a punishment on her for trying to escape, Olivia would have to begin to accept that there was no getting away from this. Letting loose a slightly pained, tortured gasp from the back of the throat, through gritted teeth, Olivia would have the expected reaction from Kakumaoh's rougher treatment of her breast. There'd be a slight sense of soreness and bruising, but that would quickly begin to fade away again as a more gentle, massaging touch was reapplied. Now having the comparison between something a bit rougher and the more loving, softer touch, Olivia couldn't help but find the touch on her breast, and the sensations she'd feel from it, more sensitive, carrying a greater warmth throughout her chest. Even, as she felt a light tugging on one of her nipples, the subtle change to how her body was reacting would cause her to toss her head back slightly and give a little, unintentional, 'eep'. There was something about the snarling and growling from this monster that, whilst threatening and scary, also seems so powerful, commanding and domineering, things that Olivia secretly craved.

One hand still down on the monster's wrist trying, if not to pull him away, to at least push herself upwards from her torment, Olivia had given up on trying to kick the creature and had returned to trying to pin her thighs together. However, the sheer size of the beast's hand would make that difficult. A more firm, direct targeting beginning as Kakumaoh began to use a finger to specifically press against and rub sensitive areas, despite herself, Olivia would begin to feel good. Her hips would wiggle, beyond her control, only improving the amount of unwanted pleasure being created for the helpless girl. Breathing becoming heavier and panting, her head beginning to roll, perhaps one of the clearer signs for the monster that she was beginning to be effected, was the slight moisture that'd begun to leak from her sex. The strength in her one hand trying to push her off, away from his touch, would begin to lose strength, only allowing him to inflict more intense sensations upon her. Whilst she'd kept trying to pull at the creature's fur, as her body was becoming less and less co-operative, greater and greater arousal beginning to rise from within her, her grip would soon relax and become almost caressing, finding herself almost enjoying the soft sensation of his fur running through her fingers. Despite all this though, some part of her mind was still trying to cling to its stubborn objection to this whole affair, causing her to mew, speak and beg quietly.

"No... please... wait... no more..."

"No more? I've barely even started yet." His finger slid a bit further inside her. "And your body tells me you don't really want me to stop yet, anyway." With that, he shifted to lick and kiss her other breast, moving his hands to fondle the breast his mouth had abandoned.

While her clenching her thighs made it difficult to maneuver his hand, his thumb began to rub the top of her sex, seeking out her clit. Once he found it, he would stimulate it to try to break down what resistance she had left.

As his finger began to lightly enter her sex, the way certainly lubricated enough, and his thumb began rubbing her swollen clit, her shoulders would tense up, shrugging as her hand that'd been on his wrist comes loose as she lost that fine motor control. Her hips would buck slightly and, his warm caress and suckling now locked onto both her breasts, her back would arch. Revealing their slightly white, milky haze, Olivia's blind eyes would half open, as her mouth fell agape and a tortured moan escaped from her.

"Aaaaaahhhhuuuunnnnn"

Fingers of her hand that'd now fallen to her side flexing, before locking into a strange, clearly unintentional arrangement, the wrist thrown back much like her head, she would soon bring that hand around to grip the fur on the back of Kakumaoh's head. Her enter lower half was shaking now, but it seemed as if her legs were beginning to relax, as more of her sweet nectar began to roll down her thighs. Head tilting back down now, the young woman would almost find herself hugging to the creature as her other hand, previously on his shoulder, found its way around to the back of his neck. For a while she'd be merely panting but eventually...

"Please... please... please..."

...and she was back to her passionate laboured breathing. It was only 'please', not being able to get straight in her head if it was meant to be followed by a 'yes' or a 'no'.

Kakumaoh paused in his assault on her body as she began begging. With a leering grin, he said, "Well, if you're that eager…" He took a firm grip on her hips and moved her until the head of his hard shaft pressed against her sex, then began to slowly lower her down it's length. While he did this, he would pay attention to her reactions, making sure not to give her more than she could safely take.

Once this was done, he began to slide her up and down his shaft, her already-lubricated passage making this easier. One thumb returned to rubbing her clit while he used the other one that was not supporting her to fondle her breasts.

For a while, there only seemed to be the sound of Olivia's tortured breathing, the constant downpour of the shower and the wet sloshing of Kakumaoh's fingers in her sex. Amidst the fur on the back of his head, Olivia's hands would clench tightly. Her legs had crossed at the ankles and still suspended in the air, knees apart, her fine little rump still perched on those large muscular hands, like someone poised on the edge of a high chair, her legs would bend backwards at the knees, the bliss coursing her body to dance, writhe and contort in all manner of strange ways. However, when she felt the fingers withdrawing, Olivia would become limp again.

Still needing time to come down from it all, her mind still lost in that sea of pleasure, she hardly felt the tip of that long, hard member slide itself further down her body as she was lifted, just a little, higher up. When she felt the head of something warm pressing against her wet opening though, it seemed to snap her out of it, and the uncertainty she'd felt before had vanished. Her knees would come together now and finding themselves merely locking down on the sides of that enormous rod, such was the length of this thing, Olivia naturally found herself frightened.

"No, please. Don't put that thing in me."

Regardless of her pleas though, she would soon feel that thing entering, despite her attempt to grip the shaft with her knees, an action that probably only served to pleases the creature, with her thighs so wet, warm and soft. The plump head of the cock disappearing as it parted those lips and slid more of itself in, it would appear that Olivia's actions would at least amount to something, even with the incredible length of this manhood, only about a third could enter before the girl's knees pressed against the monster's hips preventing any further penetration. Those six inches however, were move than enough...

"Uughhnnn."

Once more Olivia found herself throwing her head back as she felt the pressure of that thing inside her. Walls naturally closing around the member, her tight, hot little pussy would seem to pulsate with delight.

"P-please, take it out."

Her request ignored, she would instead begin to feel that throbbing shaft thrusting in and out with a tormenting slow pace. She could feel it beginning to stir the inside of her sex and once more her breathing would become laboured, now accompanied by sensuous moans and meaningless little cries and profanities.

"Oh... fuck."

Being such a proper young woman the 'fucks' would be little more than hissed whispers.

"Fuck, please... God... d-don't... Ahh!... don't m-move it like that... fuck... don't... fuck.... fuck me.... don't, uuhhhnn..."