Cathy woke up with her caput throb, a bother behind her heart and feeling hot and sweaty. She pulled off her jersey, reached for the cup of water by her bed - damn, it was empty - then snuggled back under her duvet in just her scanty. It was still iniquity with just the first base grey gleam of dawn.

It had n't even been a particularly adept Nox out. Mary had texted her to say the staff at excelsior discount Store were going for a Christmas meal at a restaurant in township and did Cathy want to fulfil up for deglutition afterwards. dullard idea really, but Cathy was bored and hoped some of her ex-colleagues would feel sorry for her and buy her a drink or two. After all they all knew she had been dismissed unfairly.

She lost counting of how many drinks she had had. Emma Wilson has been really horrid to her, telling everyone she really had been taking money from the till for eld and got away with it by sleeping with the previous boss - which was all lies ! The resulting argument resulted in Cathy getting red vino poured down the presence of her favourite ovalbumin top and in them being ejected from Flares Nightclub. She vaguely remembered a particularly repulsive very tope slobbery middle aged man in a pinstripe suit who kept pestering her and wrapping his arm round her thin waistline. The memory of him made her feel nauseated !

Her mouth was so dry, her headache was getting worse, she really did demand a crapulence of water system and an aspirin. She got out of bed and headed for the bathroom of her minuscule flat.

The figurehead door was wide loose. Shit, she must feature been drunk when she got home. She went to close down it. Christ ! it was lucky no-one was on the landing outside, she 'd momentarily forgotten she was practically naked. She went into the lavatory and filled the methamphetamine with water. Now she could n't find the Bayer ! She drank the water anyway.

Why could she hear the kettle simmering in the kitchen ? She could n't think of even going into the kitchen ! She unsteadily made her way there to throw it off, she could do with a coffee bean ...

The pot of a tall young man stood at the worktop spooning burnt umber into two physiognomy made her freeze with shock ! She did n't remember coming home with anyone. She did n't recognize him. Yet he looked quite at home and relaxed as he turned to stare at her. She looked at him. She supposed he was the sort of man she MIGHT have been attracted to if she was really drunk, but he was not particularly bighearted and a bit stoutness for her tasting.

Then with horror she realised why he was smiling as he looked her up and down - she was naked apart from a duet of midget panties !

She quickly crossed her implements of war across her chest and dashed back into her sleeping room to draw on her jersey. Her head was still throbbing, she felt slightly sick and very obscure. She returned to the kitchen.

Who was this foreign man in her matte ?'I 'm sorry ...'why was she apologising ? 'Who are you ?'

'Coffee ?'he casually replied.

'How did you get in ? How long have you been here ?'Cathy stammered. She wished her point was clearer and that she did n't still feel slightly sick.

'The threshold was full open'he replied pleasantly .'I saw you asleep and thought a mug of chocolate would help inflame you up .'

'Get out !'Cathy tried to go calm but her voice was shaky. 'This is my domicile, will you please just go .'

Without replying the man just turned and poured hot water into the chump then opened the fridge.

'Get out !'she was almost screaming now. As she watched him calmly pouring milk into the steaming physiognomy of coffee she felt chuck with fear at his irrational number behaviour.

He stepped right up to her and she averted her eyes from his stare as he handed her the mug. Her deal shook and she stepped back instinctively. She tripped, spilling almost scalding hot browned coffee bean down the movement of her already sweat soaked t-shirt.

The man looked furious for a moment, and she thought he was going to strike her, but then he smiled pleasantly and said 'You'try a bit smelly, that shirt is disgusting !'

He then grabbed her slender right arm and hustled her into the bathroom.

'No !'Cathy screamed, now terrified at the turn of result.

He slapped her hard across the font 'Do n't be stupid, you stink of lather and moth-eaten beer .'Then still tightly gripping her arm with one bridge player he reached into the shower bath and turned on the piddle with the other.

'Get undressed'he said, letting go of her.

Shocked, she did n't know how to reply. 'No ! The heat 's not turned on ...'she stuttered.

'Take those filthy dress off !'He commanded.

Cathy just stood still, shaking and trying not to throw up.

Stood blocking the threshold he removed his sweatshirt and stripped to the waistline.

'No !'she protested.

He roughly grabbed her both arms, turned her away from him and pushed her forward under the cold body of water.

Cathy screamed.

He span her round to face him, as she screamed again he punched her toilsome on the cheek. The stemma from her olfactory organ gushed down, with the water supply from the shower, to stain the front of her clinging t-shirt a pink-red colour.

'Shut up !'he snarled viciously, drawing his fist back quick for another punch.

She held back from screaming again as he stepped back and switched on the electric exhibitioner rut. She buried her face in her men, wincing in further painfulness as her fingers accidentally touched her crushed nose. Her assailant swiftly removed his skid and drogue then dropped his pant and pants and stepped out of them.

Cathy dropped her manpower from her face and looked up just in fourth dimension to see him, stark naked, stepping into the now warm shower bath with her. He grasped her torso with his large hands pulling her dead body tight against his chest. He then span her round and fondled her pert knocker through the sodden cotton of her shirt. Then his right hand moved down to fondle her matted, slightly hollow belly, moving his hired man down briefly to her crotch then sliding it back up beneath the soaked fabric to feel her belly button, pulling her backrest against him so she could feel his stiff put up cocksucker against the small of her backbone. Cathy started crying, trying not to shed up.

Suddenly he moved both men up to the cervix of her soaked bloody shirt at the presence, gripped it tight then tore it all-embracing open. He stepped back slightly so he could slide the sodden cloth down her arms to drop into the water filling the exhibitor base.

He then span her cycle to face him. She instinctively crossed her arms to cover her chest of drawers, but he moved his manpower down and slid them under the top of her panties.

'Stop !'She screamed.

He slapped her unvoiced across her face so that more than blood from her nose splashed onto the white roofing tile. Her knees buckled so she started to sink to the storey. He reached up and grabbed her dyed blonde hair in his pull up stakes hand, and pulled her, sobbing in terror, back onto her feet.

He drew back his rightfield hand, clenched his clenched fist tightly, and swung a poke into the centre of her quivering hollow belly.

Cathy was n't prepared for the punch. His fist sank deep into her tummy, An agonizing pain in the neck injection up into her chest, her bladder released involuntarily and she vomited down the front man of her physical structure.

Her assailant stepped back in disgust. He watched as the bits of crazy slowly slid down the front of her body, washed down by the exhibitioner.

He reached down, grasped the sash of her panties and pulled them down below her articulatio genus. Defeated, Cathy slid slowly down with her back against the wet tiles - spreading her knees as she sat in the ladder water supply, hoping he would n't hit her again if she was nice to him. The H2O washed her hair down across her brass.

She felt her scanty being skid free of her articulatio talocruralis. She lifted her feet out of the shower tray so her backside could slide forward on the tiles allowing her to lie on her back with the water streaming over her face and breast. She prayed he would n't hit her again as she spread her peg as wide as she could.

'Good girl !'he exclaimed in surprise. He ran his hands up the inside of her thigh, then his finger's breadth tenderly explored between her labia for a few seconds before he ran his hands back down her leg to her mortise joint.

Cathy closed her eyes blind drunk and tried to let her body go limp, wishing him to get it all over with. Without warning he grasped both articulatio talocruralis and dragged her out of the shower on her dorsum. The binding of her head was bashed against the hard tiled edge of the shower cubicle radical as he dragged her across to the sitting elbow room.

Stunned for several second she came to feeling two of his digit massaging gently deep inside her vagina. She kept her eyes closed wishing she had stayed unconscious. The finger of his other hand lightly explored her tummy then her breasts. Her mammilla hardened and she realised she was becoming moist down below. She knew she ought to be ashamed, on the former hand perhaps it would take a leak the seemingly inevitable rape less terrible.

By the sentence he withdrew his fingers and eased his stiffly erect cock in she was becoming unable to hold back her reception to his touch under control. Anyway, she excused herself, she must do goose egg to antagonize him if she was to avoid further whacking. As he thrust deep into her she arched her body against his, telling herself she was trying to push him off with her hips but, in realty, just forcing his rooster even deeper inside her.

She did n't cerebrate about the fact that she came to an orgasm just at the consequence his throbbing penis ejaculated deep into her. She just hoped that he had finished now and would bequeath.

He stood and disappeared back into the lav where he had left his clothes.

Cathy lay still sprawled on her back, weapon system and legs bedcover. She felt strangely subject matter, due no uncertainty to the hope he would soon pull up stakes. She heard him having a shower. Please, just go, she thought. She heard him getting dressed. But he did n't go to the door, he came back and knelt next to her. She kept her eyes shut. He wiped her face with a weaken flannel. She winced when he accidentally touched her broken nose.

'Sorry'I did n't imply to hurt you, but you do bet a bit of a mess .'

She felt like asking whose fault that was, but kept unsounded.

He put his script beneath her arm and pulled her up into a sitting position against the wall.

She silently prayed that now he would leave.

'You ca n't go out in that State Department'he said gently .'I think you 're going to get a couple of dark eye as well as a swollen nose .'

'I 'll be OK'she whispered cautiously.

'No !'he replied ferociously, and she feared he might hit her again.

He stood up and disappeared into her chamber. She heard him searching her room, opening drawers and cupboards. He would n't find much, she was almost destitute anyway - but no doubt the cocksucker would even steal next week 's snag !

She watched him pass though to the kitchen. He was even searching in there. He went back through to the sleeping accommodation carrying a smattering of black bin bags.

Please just do whatever you 've got to do, then just GO, she thought.

He spent several minutes engaged in her bedroom before emerging with two one-half to the full bin bag. She gazed uncomprehendingly as he put them down by the door then went to the bathroom. He re-emerged carrying her soiled and soaked t-shirt and knickers and dropped them into the top of one of the bags.

'My wearing apparel !'Cathy screamed, realising with horror what was in the bags, but she froze as he turned towards her with clenched fists.

'Just to make for certain you do n't determine to go wandering off until you 're better'he explained kindly .'I 'll save them safe for you .'

'I 've got your front door key here, so no need to leave the door open for me'he said as he finally left'I 'll be back at tea time my dearest .'

Cathy finally breathed a sigh of embossment. Than God he was obviously half mad, expecting that just a lack of dress would forbid her from running screaming out into the street for service after being raped and half killed !

But she needed to wait to make surely he was well clear 1st. And her head suffering. And she still felt a bit demented. She would wait ten proceedings.

Cathy was still sat huddled raw and shivering in a corner of her bedroom, waiting for him, when he returned nine hours later .