Do N'T Forget To Lock The Door
Cathy woke up with her brain hammering, a painful sensation behind her eyes and feeling hot and sweaty. She pulled off her T-shirt, reached for the cup of body of water by her bed - tinker's dam, it was discharge - then snuggled back under her duvet in just her panties. It was still dark with just the first hoar glimmer of sunrise.
It had n't even been a particularly good nighttime out. Mary had texted her to say the stave at Excelsior Discount Store were going for a Christmas repast at a eating place in Town and did Cathy want to meet up for drinks afterwards. Stupid 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 tally of how many deglutition she had had. Emma Wilson has been really hideous to her, telling everyone she really had been taking money from the trough for years and got away with it by sleeping with the premature boss - which was all lies ! The resulting tilt resulted in Cathy getting red wine-coloured poured down the front of her favourite White River top and in them being ejected from flair Nightclub. She vaguely remembered a particularly repugnant very drunk slobbery middle aged man in a pinstripe lawsuit who kept pestering her and wrapping his arm round her thin waist. The memory of him made her feel sick !
Her rima oris was so dry, her concern was getting bad, she really did want a drinkable of piddle and an aspirin. She got out of bed and headed for the can of her small directly.
The front doorway was encompassing open. Shit, she must throw been drunk when she got home. She went to close it. Christ ! it was lucky no-one was on the landing outside, she 'd momentarily forgotten she was practically naked. She went into the bathroom and filled the deoxyephedrine with water. Now she could n't find the Bayer ! She drank the urine anyway.
Why could she get wind the kettle boiling in the kitchen ? She could n't remember even going into the kitchen ! She unsteadily made her way there to interchange it off, she could do with a coffee ...
The wad of a tall young man stood at the worktop spooning coffee into two countenance made her freeze with cushion ! She did n't remember coming home with anyone. She did n't recognize 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 mightiness have been attracted to if she was really drunk, but he was not particularly handsome and a bit fleshy 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 pair of tiny step-in !
She quickly crossed her branch across her chest and dashed back into her sleeping room to overstretch on her t-shirt. Her pass was still throbbing, she felt slightly sickish and very unconnected. She returned to the kitchen.
Who was this strange man in her insipid ?'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 door was wide open air'he replied pleasantly .'I saw you asleep and thought a mug of coffee would help stir up you up .'
'Get out !'Cathy tried to fathom calm but her voice was shivering. 'This is my home, will you please just go .'
Without replying the man just turned and poured hot body of 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 countenance of coffee she felt sick with veneration at his irrational behaviour.
He stepped right up to her and she averted her eyes from his stare as he handed her the mug. Her hands shook and she stepped back instinctively. She tripped, spilling almost scalding hot Brown University coffee down the battlefront of her already sweat soaked t-shirt.
The man looked furious for a second, and she thought he was going to come upon her, but then he smiled pleasantly and said 'You'try a bit smelly, that shirt is disgusting !'
He then grabbed her slender right-hand arm and hustled her into the john.
'No !'Cathy screamed, now terrified at the turn of events.
He slapped her hard across the face 'Do n't be stupid, you stink of sudor and cold beer .'Then still tightly gripping her arm with one hand he reached into the shower and turned on the water with the other.
'Get unappareled'he said, letting go of her.
Shocked, she did n't acknowledge 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 give up.
Stood blocking the room access he removed his sweatshirt and stripped to the waist.
'No !'she protested.
He roughly grabbed her both munition, turned her away from him and pushed her forward under the cold water.
Cathy screamed.
He span her round to present him, as she screamed again he punched her backbreaking on the look. The roue from her nose gushed down, with the water from the exhibitioner, to sully the front end of her clinging tee shirt a pink-red coloring material.
'Shut up !'he snarled viciously, drawing his clenched fist back ready for another punch.
She held back from screaming again as he stepped back and switched on the electric shower hotness. She buried her face in her hands, wincing in foster hurting as her fingers accidentally touched her crushed nose. Her assailant swiftly removed his shoes and socks then dropped his trouser and pants and stepped out of them.
Cathy dropped her workforce from her face and looked up just in fourth dimension to see him, stark naked, stepping into the now ardent shower with her. He grasped her torso with his heavy hands pulling her body tight against his breast. He then span her cycle and fondled her pert breasts through the sodden cotton of her shirt. Then his in good order hand moved down to fondle her flat, slightly vacuous belly, moving his hand down briefly to her crotch then sliding it back up beneath the soaked fabric to feel her belly button, pulling her rachis against him so she could feel his stiff erect dick against the belittled of her back. Cathy started crying, trying not to confound up.
Suddenly he moved both custody up to the cervix of her drench bloody shirt at the front, gripped it tight then tore it wide undefended. He stepped back slightly so he could slither the sodden fabric down her coat of arms to shake off into the water filling the shower bath base.
He then span her round to face him. She instinctively crossed her arms to overlay her chest, but he moved his custody down and slither them under the top of her panty.
'Stop !'She screamed.
He slapped her laborious across her brass so that more blood from her pry splashed onto the white tiles. Her knee buckled so she started to go under to the floor. He reached up and grabbed her dyed blonde hair in his left hand, and pulled her, sobbing in holy terror, back onto her human foot.
He drew back his right hand hand, clenched his fist tightly, and swung a punch into the centre of her quivering hollow belly.
Cathy was n't prepared for the punch. His fist sank deep into her corporation, An agonizing pain stab up into her thorax, her bladder released involuntarily and she vomited down the front of her consistency.
Her assailant stepped back in disgust. He watched as the flake of pale slowly slid down the front 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 back against the wet tiles - spreading her stifle as she sat in the melt down water, hoping he would n't hit her again if she was nice to him. The water washed her hair down across her face.
She felt her pantie being slid free of her ankles. She lifted her feet out of the exhibitioner tray so her bottom could slide forward on the tiles allowing her to lie on her back with the piss streaming over her aspect and breast. 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 hand up the inside of her thigh, then his fingers tenderly explored between her labia for a few minute before he ran his hands back down her pegleg to her ankles.
Cathy closed her eyes plastered and tried to let her soundbox go limp, wishing him to get it all over with. Without warning he grasped both articulatio talocruralis and dragged her out of the cascade on her backbone. The cover of her head was bashed against the intemperate tiled edge of the shower cubicle home as he dragged her across to the sitting room.
Stunned for respective s 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 other deal lightly explored her bay window then her breasts. Her pap hardened and she realised she was becoming moist down below. She knew she ought to be ashamed, on the early hand perhaps it would attain the seemingly inevitable rape less painful.
By the time he withdrew his fingers and eased his stiffly erect cock in she was becoming unable to go along her answer to his touch under control. Anyway, she excused herself, she must do nothing to counteract him if she was to invalidate further whipping. As he thrust deep into her she arched her torso against his, telling herself she was trying to push him off with her coxa but, in real property, just forcing his turncock even deeper inside her.
She did n't remember about the fact that she came to an sexual climax just at the minute his throbbing penis ejaculated cryptical into her. She just hoped that he had finished now and would leave.
He stood and disappeared back into the lavatory where he had left his wearing apparel.
Cathy lay still sprawled on her back, weaponry and legs bed cover. She felt strangely content, due no doubt to the hope he would soon leave. She heard him having a shower bath. Please, just go, she thought. She heard him getting dressed. But he did n't go to the room access, he came back and knelt next to her. She kept her middle shut. He wiped her boldness with a moistness gabardine. She winced when he accidentally touched her broken nose.
'Sorry'I did n't think of to hurt you, but you do look a bit of a mess hall .'
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 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 duo of Black person 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 chamber. She heard him searching her room, opening draftsman and cupboard. He would n't find much, she was almost destitute anyway - but no doubt the dickhead would even slip next week 's 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 cup of tea.
Please just do whatever you 've got to do, then just GO, she thought.
He spent several minutes occupy in her bedroom before emerging with two half full bin dish. 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 bloomers and dropped them into the top of one of the bags.
'My clothes !'Cathy screamed, realising with revulsion what was in the suitcase, but she froze as he turned towards her with clenched fist.
'Just to gain sure you do n't decide to go wandering off until you 're better'he explained kindly .'I 'll maintain them safe for you .'
'I 've got your nominal head threshold key here, so no need to leave the door unresolved for me'he said as he finally left'I 'll be back at tea metre my erotic love .'
Cathy finally breathed a suspiration of ministration. Than God he was obviously half mad, expecting that just a deficiency of wearing apparel would foreclose her from running screaming out into the street for help after being raped and half killed !
But she needed to hold back to cook sure he was well clear-cut number one. And her head damage. And she still felt a bit sick. She would wait ten moment.
Cathy was still sat huddled naked and shivering in a street corner of her chamber, waiting for him, when he returned nine hour later .