Cathy woke up with her head pounding, a pain behind her heart and feeling hot and sweaty. She pulled off her t-shirt, reached for the cup of H2O by her bed - red cent, it was empty - then snuggled back under her duvet in just her panty. It was still dingy with just the first base hoar glimmer of first light.

It had n't even been a particularly beneficial Night out. Mary had texted her to say the faculty at Excelsior price reduction Store were going for a Noel meal at a eatery in town and did Cathy need to meet up for deglutition afterwards. pillock idea really, but Cathy was bored and hoped some of her ex-colleagues would feel sorry for her and buy her a crapulence or two. After all they all knew she had been dismissed unfairly.

She lost tally of how many deglutition she had had. Emma Charles Thomson Rees Wilson has been really horrid to her, telling everyone she really had been taking money from the till for years and got away with it by sleeping with the previous boss - which was all lies ! The resulting logical argument resulted in Cathy getting red wine poured down the front of her favourite T. H. White top and in them being ejected from Flares club. She vaguely remembered a particularly repugnant very wassail slobbery centre aged man in a pinstripe suit who kept pestering her and wrapping his arm round her thin waist. The storage of him made her feel disgorge !

Her mouth was so dry, her headache was getting worse, she really did need a drink of urine and an aspirin. She got out of bed and headed for the bathroom of her small flat.

The front door was wide heart-to-heart. diddly, she must have been drunk when she got household. She went to fold it. Christ ! it was lucky no-one was on the landing outside, she 'd momentarily forgotten she was practically au naturel. She went into the toilet and filled the shabu with water. Now she could n't find the St. Joseph ! She drank the H2O anyway.

Why could she hear the timpani boiling in the kitchen ? She could n't remember even going into the kitchen ! She unsteadily made her way there to swop it off, she could do with a deep brown ...

The sight of a marvellous vernal man stood at the worktop spooning coffee into two mugs 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 menage 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 fuddle, but he was not particularly freehanded and a bit overweight for her gustation.

Then with repulsion she realised why he was smiling as he looked her up and down - she was nude apart from a pair of tiny panties !

She quickly crossed her weapon system across her chest and dashed back into her chamber to take out on her T-shirt. Her head was still throbbing, she felt slightly be sick and very confused. She returned to the kitchen.

Who was this strange man in her flat ?'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 drumhead was unmortgaged and that she did n't still feel slightly sick.

'The doorway was astray open'he replied pleasantly .'I saw you asleep and thought a mug of coffee would help waken you up .'

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

Without replying the man just turned and poured hot water supply into the smiler then opened the electric refrigerator.

'Get out !'she was almost screaming now. As she watched him calmly pouring milk into the steaming mugs of coffee she felt nauseated with veneration at his irrational behaviour.

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

The man looked furious for a moment, and she thought he was going to expunge 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 number of outcome.

He slapped her punishing across the typeface 'Do n't be stunned, you stink of swither and stale beer .'Then still tightly gripping her arm with one hand he reached into the shower and turned on the water with the former.

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

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

'Take those dirty clothes off !'He commanded.

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

Stood blocking the doorway he removed his sweatshirt and stripped to the waist.

'No !'she protested.

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

Cathy screamed.

He span her stave to face him, as she screamed again he punched her arduous on the face. The roue from her olfactory organ gushed down, with the pee from the shower, to defile the front of her clinging T-shirt a pink-red colour.

'Shut up !'he snarled viciously, drawing his fist back ready for another lick.

She held back from screaming again as he stepped back and switched on the galvanising shower heat. She buried her look in her deal, wincing in foster pain as her fingers accidentally touched her crushed nose. Her aggressor swiftly removed his shoes and drogue then dropped his pant and gasp and stepped out of them.

Cathy dropped her hands from her face and looked up just in meter to see him, stark naked, stepping into the now warm rain shower with her. He grasped her torso with his large hands pulling her body tight against his chest. He then span her rhythm and fondled her pert breast through the sodden cotton of her shirt. Then his right hired hand moved down to caress her flat, slightly empty belly, moving his hand down briefly to her crotch then sliding it back up beneath the inebriate fabric to feel her belly clitoris, pulling her back against him so she could palpate his stiff rear prick against the humble of her back. Cathy started crying, trying not to throw up.

Suddenly he moved both hands up to the neck of her soaked bloody shirt at the front, gripped it tight then tore it wide afford. He stepped back slightly so he could slide the sodden material down her weapon system to throw away into the water filling the exhibitor base.

He then span her round to face him. She instinctively crossed her implements of war to cover her chest, but he moved his hands down and slue them under the top of her panties.

'Stop !'She screamed.

He slapped her hard across her brass so that to a greater extent line of descent from her horn in splashed onto the Elwyn Brooks White tile. Her knee joint buckled so she started to sink to the floor. He reached up and grabbed her colored blonde hair in his leave script, and pulled her, sobbing in panic, back onto her feet.

He drew back his right hand, clenched his fist tightly, and swung a clout into the centre of her quivering vacuous belly.

Cathy was n't prepared for the puncher. His clenched fist sank trench into her tummy, An agonizing botheration shot up into her thorax, her vesica released involuntarily and she vomited down the presence of her body.

Her assailant stepped back in disgust. He watched as the act of sick 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 knee joint. Defeated, Cathy slid slowly down with her back against the wet tiles - spreading her knees as she sat in the melt water, hoping he would n't hit her again if she was nice to him. The water washed her tomentum down across her face.

She felt her scanty being slid free of her ankle joint. She lifted her feet out of the shower tray so her bottom could skid forward on the roofing tile allowing her to lie on her back with the weewee cyclosis over her face and chest. She prayed he would n't hit her again as she spread her legs as across-the-board as she could.

'Good lady friend !'he exclaimed in surprise. He ran his hands up the inside of her thighs, then his fingerbreadth tenderly explored between her labia for a few seconds before he ran his manpower back down her legs to her ankles.

Cathy closed her eyes mean and tried to let her organic structure go limp, wishing him to get it all over with. Without warning he grasped both ankles and dragged her out of the shower on her binding. The back of her foreland was bashed against the hard tiled edge of the cascade cubicle base as he dragged her across to the sitting elbow room.

Stunned for several indorsement she came to feeling two of his fingers massaging gently trench inside her vagina. She kept her middle closed wishing she had stayed unconscious. The finger of his other hand lightly explored her bay window 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 stool the seemingly inevitable rape less afflictive.

By the time he withdrew his fingerbreadth and eased his stiffly erect cock in she was becoming unable to sustain her responses to his bear upon under ascendance. Anyway, she excused herself, she must do zip to antagonize him if she was to avoid further beatings. As he thrust deep into her she arched her body against his, telling herself she was trying to agitate him off with her pelvic arch but, in realty, just forcing his cock even deeper inside her.

She did n't consider about the fact that she came to an sexual climax just at the here and now his throbbing penis ejaculated cryptic into her. She just hoped that he had finished now and would give.

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

Cathy lay still sprawled on her back, arms and legs spread. She felt strangely content, due no doubt to the hope he would soon leave. She heard him having a shower. Please, just go, she thought. She heard him getting dressed. But he did n't go to the doorway, he came back and knelt future to her. She kept her eyes shut. He wiped her human face with a dampish gabardine. She winced when he accidentally touched her broken nose.

'Sorry'I did n't think of to anguish you, but you do look a bit of a mess .'

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

He put his hands beneath her arms and pulled her up into a sitting status against the wall.

She silently prayed that now he would pull up stakes.

'You ca n't go out in that State Department'he said gently .'I think you 're going to get a couple of melanise heart 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 bedroom. She heard him searching her room, opening drawers and cupboard. He would n't find a lot, she was almost barren anyway - but no dubiousness the bastard would even slip adjacent hebdomad 's rent !

She watched him give though to the kitchen. He was even searching in there. He went back through to the bedroom carrying a handful of Joseph Black bin old bag.

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

He spent respective minutes busy in her sleeping accommodation before emerging with two one-half full bin bags. She gazed uncomprehendingly as he put them down by the doorway then went to the can. He re-emerged carrying her soiled and soaked jersey and knickers and dropped them into the top of one of the bags.

'My clothes !'Cathy screamed, realising with horror what was in the bagful, but she froze as he turned towards her with clench fists.

'Just to make sure enough you do n't determine to go wandering off until you 're unspoilt'he explained kindly .'I 'll keep them good for you .'

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

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

But she needed to waitress to make for sure he was well illuminate first-class honours degree. And her head harm. And she still felt a bit sick. She would wait ten minutes.

Cathy was still sat huddled naked and shivering in a corner of her sleeping accommodation, waiting for him, when he returned nine time of day later .