Cathy woke up with her head pounding, a pain behind her eye and feeling hot and sweaty. She pulled off her tee shirt, reached for the cup of H2O by her bed - shit, it was empty - then snuggled back under her eiderdown in just her scanty. It was still dark with just the inaugural grey gleam of dawn.

It had n't even been a particularly good Nox out. Virgin Mary had texted her to say the stave at wood shavings Discount Store were going for a Christmas meal at a eatery in town and did Cathy want to converge up for drink afterwards. dolt estimate 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 boozing she had had. Emma President Wilson has been really hideous to her, telling everyone she really had been taking money from the till for geezerhood and got away with it by sleeping with the late gaffer - which was all lies ! The resulting contention resulted in Cathy getting red wine poured down the front of her favourite white top and in them being ejected from Flares night club. She vaguely remembered a particularly repugnant very drunk slobbery eye aged man in a pinstripe suit of clothes who kept pestering her and wrapping his arm round her thinly waist. The memory of him made her feel sick !

Her sass was so dry, her headache was getting worsened, she really did ask a drink of water and an acetylsalicylic acid. She got out of bed and headed for the lavatory of her small flat.

The front door was wide outdoors. Shit, she must have been drunk when she got home. She went to come together it. Christ ! it was lucky no-one was on the landing outside, she 'd momentarily forgotten she was practically naked. She went into the can and filled the glass with water. Now she could n't find the aspirin ! She drank the urine anyway.

Why could she hear the tympani 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 visual modality of a tall untried man stood at the worktop spooning deep brown into two mugs made her freeze with shock ! She did n't recollect 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 handsome and a bit overweight 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 distich of tiny panties !

She quickly crossed her arms across her chest and dashed back into her chamber to pull on her t-shirt. Her head was still throbbing, she felt slightly sick and very confused. She returned to the kitchen.

Who was this strange man in her matted ?'I 'm meritless ...'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 promontory was clearer and that she did n't still palpate slightly sick.

'The room access was wide open'he replied pleasantly .'I saw you asleep and thought a mug of coffee would aid waken you up .'

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

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

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

He stepped right up to her and she averted her oculus from his stare as he handed her the mug. Her paw shook and she stepped back instinctively. She tripped, spilling almost scalding hot browned umber down the front end of her already effort soaked t-shirt.

The man looked wild for a minute, 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 can.

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

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

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

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

'Take those filthy apparel 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 cold pee.

Cathy screamed.

He span her round to face him, as she screamed again he punched her strong on the face. The blood from her nozzle gushed down, with the water from the shower, to sully the movement of her clinging t-shirt a pink-red colour.

'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 heat. She buried her typeface in her men, wincing in further pain as her fingers accidentally touched her crushed nose. Her assailant swiftly removed his shoes and socks then dropped his trousers and pants and stepped out of them.

Cathy dropped her mitt from her boldness and looked up just in meter to see him, stark naked, stepping into the now tender cascade with her. He grasped her torso with his great hands pulling her consistency tight against his breast. He then span her round and fondled her pert white meat through the sodden cotton fiber of her shirt. Then his right manus moved down to fondle her matte, slightly hollow belly, moving his helping hand down briefly to her crotch then sliding it back up beneath the stiff framework to find her belly button, pulling her vertebral column against him so she could finger his tight upright prick against the minuscule of her cover. Cathy started crying, trying not to throw away up.

Suddenly he moved both hands up to the neck opening of her hit it up bloody shirt at the front, gripped it tight then tore it wide-eyed open. He stepped back slightly so he could slide the sodden fabric down her blazonry to drop into the water system filling the exhibitioner stand.

He then span her turn to face him. She instinctively crossed her arms to cover up her pectus, but he moved his workforce down and slid them under the top of her scanty.

'Stop !'She screamed.

He slapped her surd across her face so that more origin from her horn in splashed onto the white tiles. Her knees buckled so she started to drop down to the base. He reached up and grabbed her dye blonde hair in his left hand, and pulled her, sobbing in scourge, back onto her animal foot.

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

Cathy was n't prepared for the punch. His fist slide down oceanic abyss into her tummy, An agonizing pain guess up into her pectus, her vesica released involuntarily and she vomited down the front of her body.

Her assailant stepped back in disgust. He watched as the bits of sick slowly slid down the front of her consistency, washed down by the shower.

He reached down, grasped the waistband of her panties and pulled them down below her genu. Defeated, Cathy slid slowly down with her back against the wet tiles - spreading her knee as she sat in the run away urine, hoping he would n't hit her again if she was nice to him. The water washed her hairsbreadth down across her font.

She felt her panty being slid free people of her articulatio talocruralis. She lifted her ft out of the shower tray so her bottom could slew forward on the tiles allowing her to lie on her back with the water streaming over her cheek and chest. 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 script up the inside of her thighs, then his fingers tenderly explored between her labia for a few second gear before he ran his bridge player back down her legs to her ankle joint.

Cathy closed her middle closely and tried to let her body go hitch, wishing him to get it all over with. Without warning he grasped both ankle joint and dragged her out of the cascade on her cover. The back of her oral sex was bashed against the knockout tiled edge of the shower carrell base as he dragged her across to the sitting elbow room.

Stunned for various mo she came to feeling two of his fingers massaging gently deep inside her vagina. She kept her eyes closed wishing she had stayed unconscious. The fingers of his early hand lightly explored her tummy then her white meat. Her mammilla hardened and she realised she was becoming moist down below. She knew she ought to be ashamed, on the other manus perhaps it would seduce the seemingly inevitable rape less unspeakable.

By the time he withdrew his digit and eased his stiffly erect shaft in she was becoming unable to keep her responses to his touch under control. Anyway, she excused herself, she must do nothing to antagonize him if she was to avoid further beatings. As he thrust deep into her she arched her trunk against his, telling herself she was trying to push him off with her articulatio coxae but, in realty, just forcing his shaft even deeper inside her.

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

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

Cathy lay still sprawled on her back, weaponry and stage spread. She felt strangely cognitive content, due no uncertainty to the hope he would soon leave. She heard him having a exhibitor. 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 damp flannel. She winced when he accidentally touched her broken intrude.

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

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

He put his hired man beneath her arms and pulled her up into a sitting status 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 black 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 boxers and closet. He would n't recover practically, she was almost destitute anyway - but no doubt the prick would even steal future week 's rent !

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

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

He spent several minutes meddling in her sleeping room before emerging with two half entire bin grip. She gazed uncomprehendingly as he put them down by the threshold then went to the bathroom. He re-emerged carrying her soiled and soaked tee 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 clinch clenched fist.

'Just to ready indisputable you do n't decide to go wandering off until you 're considerably'he explained kindly .'I 'll keep them safe for you .'

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

Cathy finally breathed a sigh of embossment. 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 help after being raped and half killed !

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

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