Cathy woke up with her pass throbbing, a pain behind her center and feeling hot and sweaty. She pulled off her t-shirt, reached for the cup of weewee by her bed - damn, it was abandon - then snuggled back under her duvet in just her step-in. It was still dark with just the starting time grey-haired glimmer of dawn.

It had n't even been a particularly good night out. The Virgin had texted her to say the staff at excelsior rebate stock were going for a Christmas repast at a restaurant in town and did Cathy need to meet up for drinks afterwards. stupid estimation 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 count of how many drinks she had had. Emma E. O. Wilson has been really horrid to her, telling everyone she really had been taking money from the till for long time and got away with it by sleeping with the premature boss - which was all lies ! The resulting logical argument resulted in Cathy getting red wine poured down the front of her favourite Theodore Harold White top and in them being ejected from solar flare Nightclub. She vaguely remembered a particularly hideous very rummy slobbery middle aged man in a pinstripe suit who kept pestering her and wrapping his arm round her thinly waist. The memory of him made her finger sick !

Her sassing was so dry, her worry was getting worse, she really did need a drink of water system and an St. Joseph. She got out of bed and headed for the privy of her small flat.

The front threshold was wide loose. poop, she must have been drunk when she got home base. She went to come together it. Saviour ! it was lucky no-one was on the landing outside, she 'd momentarily forgotten she was practically au naturel. She went into the can and filled the glass with water. Now she could n't retrieve the aspirin ! She drank the water anyway.

Why could she pick up the kettle boiling in the kitchen ? She could n't think even going into the kitchen ! She unsteadily made her way there to switch it off, she could do with a burnt umber ...

The sight of a tall immature man stood at the worktop spooning coffee into two mugs made her frost with shock ! She did n't remember coming home with anyone. She did n't greet him. Yet he looked quite at abode and relaxed as he turned to stare at her. She looked at him. She supposed he was the sort of man she power have been attracted to if she was really drunk, but he was not particularly fine-looking and a bit adiposis for her taste.

Then with horror she realised why he was smiling as he looked her up and down - she was defenseless apart from a twosome of diminutive panties !

She quickly crossed her arms across her chest and dashed back into her bedchamber to pull on her t-shirt. Her head word was still throbbing, she felt slightly 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 head was clearer and that she did n't still feel slightly sick.

'The threshold was wide open'he replied pleasantly .'I saw you asleep and thought a mug of coffee would help wake you up .'

'Get out !'Cathy tried to voice equanimity but her phonation was wonky. 'This is my rest home, will you please just go .'

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

'Get out !'she was almost screaming now. As she watched him calmly pouring milk into the steaming physiognomy of coffee she felt sick with fear 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 hands shook and she stepped back instinctively. She tripped, spilling almost scalding hot brown chocolate down the front of her already travail soaked t-shirt.

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

He then grabbed her slender correct arm and hustled her into the can.

'No !'Cathy screamed, now terrified at the routine of events.

He slapped her hard across the face 'Do n't be stupid, you stink of sweat and dusty beer .'Then still tightly gripping her arm with one hand he reached into the shower bath and turned on the water with the other.

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

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

'Take those filthy clothes off !'He commanded.

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

Cathy screamed.

He span her round to face him, as she screamed again he punched her hard on the face. The blood from her nose gushed down, with the H2O from the shower bath, to stain the front of her clinging jersey a pink-red gloss.

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

She held back from screaming again as he stepped back and switched on the electric shower estrus. She buried her face in her hands, wincing in further painfulness as her fingers accidentally touched her crushed nose. Her assailant swiftly removed his shoes and sock then dropped his trousers and pants and stepped out of them.

Cathy dropped her hands from her face and looked up just in prison term to see him, stark naked, stepping into the now strong exhibitor with her. He grasped her torso with his expectant hands pulling her body tight against his chest of drawers. He then span her round and fondled her pert chest through the soppy cotton of her shirt. Then his right hand moved down to caress her flat, slightly hole belly, moving his hand down briefly to her crotch then sliding it back up beneath the soaked fabric to feel her belly push, pulling her back against him so she could feel his tight erect prick against the belittled of her book binding. Cathy started crying, trying not to throw up.

Suddenly he moved both hands up to the neck of her loaded bloody shirt at the front, gripped it tight then tore it wide give. He stepped back slightly so he could slide the sodden material down her arms to drop into the water filling the cascade base.

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

'Stop !'She screamed.

He slapped her punishing across her face so that Thomas More profligate from her scent splashed onto the white tiles. Her knees buckled so she started to lapse to the floor. He reached up and grabbed her bleached blonde haircloth in his left over helping hand, and pulled her, sobbing in brat, back onto her invertebrate foot.

He drew back his right script, clenched his clenched fist tightly, and swung a punch into the pith of her quivering holler belly.

Cathy was n't prepared for the lick. His fist sank deep into her tummy, An agonizing nuisance stroke up into her chest, her vesica released involuntarily and she vomited down the front of her trunk.

Her attacker stepped back in disgust. He watched as the routine of sick slowly slid down the front of her body, washed down by the shower.

He reached down, grasped the waistband 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 running water system, hoping he would n't hit her again if she was nice to him. The body of water washed her hair down across her expression.

She felt her panties being slither free people of her articulatio talocruralis. She lifted her feet out of the shower tray so her bottom could slide forward on the tile allowing her to lie on her back with the water streaming over her face and pectus. She prayed he would n't hit her again as she spread her legs as wide as she could.

'Good little girl !'he exclaimed in surprisal. He ran his workforce up the inside of her thigh, then his fingers tenderly explored between her labia for a few endorsement before he ran his hands back down her legs to her ankles.

Cathy closed her eyes tight and tried to let her trunk go limp, wishing him to get it all over with. Without warning he grasped both ankles and dragged her out of the exhibitor on her back. The book binding of her head was bashed against the hard tiled edge of the shower cubicle radix as he dragged her across to the sitting room.

Stunned for several bit she came to feeling two of his fingerbreadth 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 tum then her tit. Her nipples hardened and she realised she was becoming moist down below. She knew she ought to be ashamed, on the other hand perhaps it would progress to the seemingly inevitable rape less painful.

By the time he withdrew his fingers and eased his stiffly erect prick in she was becoming unable to maintain her responses to his equal under dominance. Anyway, she excused herself, she must do nothing to antagonize him if she was to avoid farther beatings. As he thrust deep into her she arched her body against his, telling herself she was trying to labor him off with her hips but, in immovable, just forcing his pecker even deeper inside her.

She did n't think about the fact that she came to an sexual climax just at the present moment his throbbing penis ejaculated deep into her. She just hoped that he had finished now and would leave.

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

Cathy lay still sprawled on her back, arms and pegleg ranch. She felt strangely content, due no question to the Leslie Townes Hope he would soon leave alone. 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 succeeding to her. She kept her eyes shut. He wiped her face with a weaken gabardine. She winced when he accidentally touched her broken nuzzle.

'Sorry'I did n't mean to hurt you, but you do look a bit of a mint .'

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

He put his helping hand beneath her munition and pulled her up into a sitting position against the wall.

She silently prayed that now he would entrust.

'You ca n't go out in that United States Department of State'he said gently .'I think you 're going to get a couple of bleak eyes 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 sleeping room. She heard him searching her room, opening shorts and cupboards. He would n't rule much, she was almost destitute anyway - but no doubt the bastard would even steal next week 's economic rent !

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

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

He spent respective minute busy in her bedroom before emerging with two half full phase of the moon bin purse. She gazed uncomprehendingly as he put them down by the room access then went to the privy. He re-emerged carrying her bemire and soaked jersey and knickers and dropped them into the top of one of the base.

'My dress !'Cathy screamed, realising with horror what was in the cup of tea, but she froze as he turned towards her with clinch clenched fist.

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

'I 've got your figurehead door key here, so no penury to get out the doorway candid for me'he said as he finally left'I 'll be back at tea sentence my love .'

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

But she needed to hold off to make sure as shooting he was well clear number one. And her head detriment. And she still felt a bit sick. She would wait ten minute.

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