Cathy woke up with her head hammering, a painful sensation behind her eyes 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 panties. It was still dark with just the initiative Charles Grey glimmer of sunup.

It had n't even been a particularly skilful night out. Mary had texted her to say the staff at Excelsior Discount Store were going for a Christmas repast at a restaurant in town and did Cathy want to meet up for drinks afterwards. Stupid theme really, but Cathy was bored and hoped some of her ex-colleagues would experience sorry for her and buy her a crapulence or two. After all they all knew she had been dismissed unfairly.

She lost enumeration of how many potable she had had. Emma Wilson has been really horrific to her, telling everyone she really had been taking money from the trough for years and got away with it by sleeping with the previous Bos - which was all lies ! The resulting argument resulted in Cathy getting red wine poured down the front of her ducky clean top and in them being ejected from flair night club. She vaguely remembered a particularly repulsive very booze slobbery middle aged man in a pinstripe suit of clothes who kept pestering her and wrapping his arm round her thin waist. The remembering of him made her feel sick !

Her mouthpiece was so dry, her vexation was getting worse, she really did require a drink of water and an acetylsalicylic acid. She got out of bed and headed for the bathroom of her small two-dimensional.

The face threshold was wide open. Shit, she must have got been drunk when she got family. She went to close up it. Christ ! it was golden no-one was on the landing outside, she 'd momentarily forgotten she was practically nude. She went into the can and filled the methamphetamine hydrochloride with water system. Now she could n't receive the aspirin ! She drank the water system 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 switch it off, she could do with a coffee ...

The sight of a marvellous Thomas Young man stood at the worktop spooning burnt umber 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 dwelling and relaxed as he turned to stare at her. She looked at him. She supposed he was the sort of man she mightiness have been attracted to if she was really drunk, but he was not particularly giving 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 naked apart from a duo of midget scanty !

She quickly crossed her arms across her thorax and dashed back into her bedroom to pull on her tee shirt. Her psyche was still throbbing, she felt slightly pale and very confused. She returned to the kitchen.

Who was this strange man in her matt ?'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 nous was open and that she did n't still finger slightly sick.

'The door was astray loose'he replied pleasantly .'I saw you asleep and thought a mug of java would avail heat you up .'

'Get out !'Cathy tried to vocalize calm but her voice was trembling. 'This is my rest home, will you please just go .'

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

'Get out !'she was almost screaming now. As she watched him calmly pouring Milk into the steaming visage of coffee she felt grisly with fear at his irrational behaviour.

He stepped right up to her and she averted her center from his stare as he handed her the mug. Her mitt shook and she stepped back instinctively. She tripped, spilling almost scalding hot brown coffee down the nominal head of her already lather 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 turn of event.

He slapped her hard across the face 'Do n't be stupe, you stink of lather and stale beer .'Then still tightly gripping her arm with one deal he reached into the exhibitioner and turned on the water with the early.

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

Shocked, she did n't bang how to answer. '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 befuddle up.

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

'No !'she protested.

He roughly grabbed her both arm, turned her away from him and pushed her forward under the frigidity pee.

Cathy screamed.

He span her round to face him, as she screamed again he punched her voiceless on the brass. The ancestry from her nose gushed down, with the water from the rain shower, to stain the front of her clinging t-shirt a pink-red colouring material.

'Shut up !'he snarled viciously, drawing his fist back prepare for another clout.

She held back from screaming again as he stepped back and switched on the electric shower oestrus. She buried her face in her hands, wincing in promote pain as her finger's breadth accidentally touched her crushed nose. Her assailant swiftly removed his shoes and windsock then dropped his trouser and bloomers and stepped out of them.

Cathy dropped her bridge player from her boldness and looked up just in sentence to see him, stark naked, stepping into the now lovesome shower with her. He grasped her trunk with his magnanimous hired hand pulling her trunk tight against his chest of drawers. He then span her cycle and fondled her pert breasts through the sodden cotton of her shirt. Then his right handwriting moved down to caress her flat, slightly excavate belly, moving his hired hand down briefly to her crotch then sliding it back up beneath the soaked fabric to experience her belly button, pulling her rear against him so she could finger his rigid upright prick against the pocket-size of her back. Cathy started crying, trying not to cast off up.

Suddenly he moved both work force up to the neck of her soaked bloody shirt at the front, gripped it tight then tore it wide opened. He stepped back slightly so he could slide the sodden material down her arms to drop into the water filling the rain shower pedestal.

He then span her round to face him. She instinctively crossed her arms to extend her bureau, but he moved his hands down and slid them under the top of her scanty.

'Stop !'She screamed.

He slapped her difficult across her face so that Thomas More blood from her nose splashed onto the white tiles. Her human knee buckled so she started to sink to the floor. He reached up and grabbed her dyed blonde hair in his left hand, and pulled her, sobbing in terror, back onto her feet.

He drew back his right field hand, clenched his clenched fist tightly, and swung a punch into the midpoint of her quivering hollow belly.

Cathy was n't prepared for the punch. His fist go down oceanic abyss into her tummy, An agonizing pain sensation shot up into her chest of drawers, her vesica released involuntarily and she vomited down the front of her soundbox.

Her aggressor stepped back in disgust. He watched as the bits of barf slowly slid down the movement of her body, washed down by the shower.

He reached down, grasped the waistcloth of her panties and pulled them down below her knees. Defeated, Cathy slid slowly down with her cover against the wet tiles - spreading her knees as she sat in the operative water, hoping he would n't hit her again if she was gracious to him. The water washed her hair's-breadth down across her boldness.

She felt her panties being slid free of her ankles. She lifted her ft out of the shower tray so her bottom could slue forward on the tiles allowing her to lie on her back with the water supply streaming over her face and chest of drawers. She prayed he would n't hit her again as she spread her legs as wide as she could.

'Good girl !'he exclaimed in surprise. He ran his hands up the interior of her thigh, then his digit tenderly explored between her labia for a few seconds before he ran his hands back down her legs to her ankles.

Cathy closed her center soused and tried to let her soundbox go hitch, wishing him to get it all over with. Without warning he grasped both ankles and dragged her out of the shower on her book binding. The back of her pass was bashed against the firmly tiled edge of the shower cubicle al-Qaida as he dragged her across to the sitting room.

Stunned for several seconds she came to feeling two of his fingers massaging gently deep inside her vagina. She kept her optic closed wishing she had stayed unconscious mind. The fingerbreadth of his former hand lightly explored her stomach then her tit. Her nipples hardened and she realised she was becoming moist down below. She knew she ought to be ashamed, on the former hand perhaps it would make the seemingly inevitable rape less painful.

By the clock time he withdrew his fingers and eased his stiffly erect cock in she was becoming unable to hold open her reaction to his have-to doe with under control. 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 advertise him off with her hips but, in real estate, just forcing his turncock even deeper inside her.

She did n't think about the fact that she came to an orgasm just at the here and now his throbbing member 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 dress.

Cathy lay still sprawled on her back, arms and legs spread. She felt strangely depicted object, 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 door, he came back and knelt following to her. She kept her eyes shut. He wiped her typeface with a moist flannel. She winced when he accidentally touched her relegate intrude.

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

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

He put his hand beneath her arms 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'he said gently .'I think you 're going to get a couple of shameful 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 bedroom. She heard him searching her room, opening drawers and cupboards. He would n't find practically, she was almost destitute anyway - but no question the SOB 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 travelling bag.

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

He spent several minutes busy in her bedroom before emerging with two half fully bin pocketbook. She gazed uncomprehendingly as he put them down by the room access then went to the toilet. He re-emerged carrying her unclean and soaked t-shirt and drawers and dropped them into the top of one of the bags.

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

'Just to construct sure you do n't settle to go wandering off until you 're better'he explained kindly .'I 'll stay fresh them safe for you .'

'I 've got your forepart door key here, so no motive to leave the threshold open for me'he said as he finally left'I 'll be back at tea time my making love .'

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

But she needed to wait to make sure he was well clear first. And her head hurt. And she still felt a bit sick. She would wait ten minutes.

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