No class was more useless for a witch like her than gym class. She had no use for muscles or brute strength and she had enough stamina to satisfy her. Kanoe was the last to arrive to the gym showers. It had become a daily thing being held after class to be scolded on not participating in the activities or exercises. Like she would do anything like chase a ball or run in a circle. All that would accomplish is tangling up her hair.

The young freshman was the last to arrive as usual. Majority of the class was already changing back into their school uniforms or just finishing up in the showers. Kanoe had made it clear times before that she was not fond of the other students so they kept their distance. The last students left the showers as Kanoe steps in, her tight fitting gym clothes removed. The young woman starts the shower, letting the warm water soak into her long strands of raven black hair. She reaches for the soap and shampoo as the water ran down her pale skin. The witch sighs softly, content in showering alone.

Kanoe's eyes close as she enjoys her peace. Fingers ran through her hair as she meticulously washes her hair, taking only small handfuls at a time. It was only herself and the sound of the shower, caressing her body with it's warm waters.

Her eyes snap open as the water suddenly went from warm to arctic. A sharp hiss of annoyance escapes her as she hops to the side, her bountiful orbs bouncing from the sudden movement. Her body was shivering from the sudden shock to her body as she glares at the showerhead. Kanoe's teeth clench. Did the warm water run out? She reaches out for the knob labeled for hot water, trying to avoid the sharp icy touch of the shower waters. She begins turning the knob, hoping to change the waters temperature back to something more reasonable. The young woman was unaware that her leaning was giving her unseen watcher a view of the valley between her breasts. Her pink nipples were showing the beginnings of hardening from the cold waters.

A soft 'tch' leaves Kanoe's lips as she finds no change in the water from the knob. Seems her shower will be cut short, she had no time to toy with near freezing waters. The young student squeaks in alarm as she felt something tweak her tender tit. Taking a few steps back, Kanoe's eyes dart back and forth. Her hand gently rubs over the sensitive nub. Finally, she shakes her head. Perhaps it was just a bug though, that idea did not make this experience anymore pleasant. She notices the change in the waters again as she was about to turn the knob to off. Well at least something went right for once. She sighs as she steps back into the warm shower, letting the cascade of water soothe her chilled body. Much better, she thought as she slowly runs the soap over her pale skin. Her eyes close as she looks up at the showerhead, letting the water run across her face and soak into her hair. A hand slowly guides the soap around her luscious orbs and running up and down in the valley between them.

She thought the problem was solved. How wrong she was. This time a loud squeak escapes her, completely off guard as the cold water punishes her sensitive body. The soap slips from her fingers as she stumbles back out of the reach of the water. Her arms wrap tightly around herself, pressing and hiding the hardening nipples. Kanoe takes a moment to catch her breath, the icy waters knocking it right of her. She sighs again in annoyance. Fool me twice, shame on me. The young witch circles back around to the side of the shower so she would not suffer anymore of the water's chilling punishment. Once again, her body was leaning before Natsuki's hidden form. The icy waters had caused her breasts to firm up as well as show two hardened nubs, swaying with each turn of the knob. This time she was turning the knob to off, she was left with little choice.

There was no relief when Kanoe felt the water was warm again. A slight twich of her eye was the young witch's equivilant of screaming in frustration. With her luck it will just go back to cold. It was strange how the temperature would change so quickly without warning. She sighs once more, the water did feel nice on her chilled arm. Kanoe decides to risk it and welcomes the warm embrace of the shower. If anything, she could rip the showerhead off if it decides to be disobedient. Looking around, the young woman finds the soap on the floor. The refreshing waters run down, around and between the cheeks of her tight little rear as she bends over to pick it up. Many strands of black hair slide off her back and shoulder, falling infront of her body. As she stands back up, the stands of hair were running down her chest, hiding her pale orbs in a web of black hair. She casually takes her hand and slides the hair back behind her shoulders before returning to her cleaning. The bar of soap runs slowly in a circle around her navel. Suds form over her belly and begin to slide over her hips, spreading across her thighs and running between her folds.

"Hmm?"

Did she hear something? Kanoe stops for a moment as she looks around. Paranoia, more than likely it was just a sound from the pipes they have been acting off today afterall. What a troublesome day. Just as her eyes were about to close to enjoy the last moments of her shower, the soap left her hand. Usually such a thing is not odd at all, dropping a slippery item etc. But, this soap was still moving and over her own body. Kanoe lets out a cry of alarm as her hands try to grab the soap. A quiver and soft squeak betrays her sensitive sides as the soap lathers over it to move to her back. She finally clenches her teeth together as she looks around for who may have caused this.

"Who's there!?" She hisses in annoyance, "This is not funny.."

Kanoe squirms as the soap ran over her body. She was trying to shake the object off of her body. Her hair whips about her as she twists, her breasts bouncing and swaying. The suds and bubbles add scintillating colors to her pale form. She finally stops trying to remove the soap, her face frowning in annoyance. There was nothing she can do. The young witch reaches for the shower knob.

Kanoe squeaks as she felt something grab her wrist and yank her straight up into the spraying waters. She struggles as the water blinds her briefly. Before she knew it, her other hand was bound above her as well. Kanoe's feet kick as she tries to slip free of what was grabbing her but to no avail as she found herself hanging just off the tile floor. The warm water continues to beat down on her body, washing away the suds as she looks up. A rope? But, how did it tie her up much less get there in the first place? It was obvious that she was not alone.

"Grr...where are you?!?