Monica was peeing, her bladder luxuriating in the sweet relief of being loosed after a long class. She lingered on the toilet for a moment, just sad with thoughts of home. She had just started her second year, and was missing her family. Missing the simple life of a hectic overfull household and most importantly Maurice, her twin. Like most twins, they had a special bond.
Of course, her bond with Maurice was a little deeper, they truly were two souls that wanted to be one in the most intimate ways possible. She has just spent a delightful few months at home with him. In their childhood bedroom that he still used. They had always had to share...
These thoughts plagued her mind as she wiped herself and left the bathroom's stall. She only had a quick break between two classes and couldn't linger long. She wasn't paying much attention as she washed her hands, staring at the sudsy water as it swirled into the drain.
She looked up to get a paper towel and was startled. A man stood in the reflection, wearing a mask. It was a cheap Halloween mask of a blank white face. More like the base of an art project than a true mask. The rest of the man--with their build it could only be a man--was dressed in dark jeans, a hoodie, and gloves.
As her eyes caught his, he lunged for her, a hand across her mouth crushing in her scream and an arm around her waist. She fought him. But his muscles were strong, they always had been since he had filled up in the later years of high-school. He may be trying to trick her with his stunt, but she knew. His smell, his arms, his touch, her Maurice.
He pulled her into the furthest stall from the door and shoved her roughly into a cover, the door clicking closed behind him. Her school wasn't cheap in their construction, so the bathroom stalls had true tile walls and a door that went from the floor to well above head height and none of those gross gaps around the edges. This restroom even sported real toilets and not the bowless power jets of common institutions.
Her back pressed into the cool tiles at the back of the stall as the handrail jutted sharply into her ass. He pulled out a wad of fabric strips from his pockets, her darting gaze thought they were a fist full of neck tires. Ugly ties, like the ones they would get her father for father's day as a joke. While bodily pressing her into the wall, she started into his eyes though the eyeholes in the mask, he wrapped one binding around her head twice using it as a mouth gag. Another went around her eyes, cutting off her sight. It was one of the ugly ties, this one a collage of different kinds of fish with googly eyes.
His delights didn't end there, using two more bindings, he pushed her on top of the toilet bowl and tied her wrists to the railing around the bathroom. She pulled against them, but they didn't have any give, the knots were well done. Her chest heaved in exertion, and he was suddenly off her. She pulled at her arms and again there was no give. Attempting to work the gag out of her mouth proved fruitless as well.
"What the hell?" She tried to shout, but it came out muted and garbled. He only chuckled in response. She could sense his approach, and his fingers alight on her thighs. She clamped her legs together and tried to pull them away, but the strength in his fingers and arms was greater than her legs. Slowly, as she cursed and shouted, he pulled them open.
To her chagrin, she had chosen to wear leggings and a skirt that day, it was a modest thing that went to her knees and paired well with the boots that came up to meet it. She tried to lash out with those boots as he tugged up her skirt, but he got between her legs and held them tightly, she thrashed against her bonds and shouted as his shoulders dropped and he trapped a leg on either one. His mask was off, she could only feel his skin and not the masks plastic and sharp edges in between her legs.
