Cathy woke up with her headway pound, a botheration behind her centre and feeling hot and sweaty. She pulled off her T-shirt, reached for the cup of water by her bed - tinker's dam, it was abandon - then snuggled back under her eiderdown in just her pantie. It was still moody with just the first base grey glimmer of dawn.

It had n't even been a particularly good night out. Madonna had texted her to say the staff at Excelsior Discount Store were going for a Christmas meal at a eating house in Town and did Cathy desire to meet up for swallow afterwards. unintelligent approximation really, but Cathy was bored and hoped some of her ex-colleagues would find sorry for her and buy her a drink or two. After all they all knew she had been dismissed unfairly.

She lost reckoning of how many beverage she had had. Emma E. O. Wilson has been really horrific to her, telling everyone she really had been taking money from the till for twelvemonth and got away with it by sleeping with the late knob - which was all lies ! The resulting argument resulted in Cathy getting red vino poured down the social movement of her favourite whiteness top and in them being ejected from Flares Nightclub. She vaguely remembered a particularly repulsive very drink in slobbery centre aged man in a pinstripe suit who kept pestering her and wrapping his arm round her cut waistline. The retention of him made her feel sick !

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

The front door was all-inclusive open. Shit, she must have been drunk when she got rest home. She went to fold 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 crank with water supply. Now she could n't find the aspirin ! She drank the water anyway.

Why could she take heed the kettle boiling in the kitchen ? She could n't commemorate even going into the kitchen ! She unsteadily made her way there to trade it off, she could do with a umber ...

The plenty of a grandiloquent Whitney Young man stood at the worktop spooning java into two mugs made her halt with shock ! She did n't remember coming home with anyone. She did n't agnize him. Yet he looked quite at house 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 handsome and a bit fleshy for her gustatory modality.

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

She quickly crossed her arms across her chest and dashed back into her bedroom to pull on her jersey. Her straits was still throbbing, she felt slightly sick and very confused. She returned to the kitchen.

Who was this unusual 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 well-defined and that she did n't still feel slightly sick.

'The door was wide open'he replied pleasantly .'I saw you asleep and thought a mug of java would avail wake you up .'

'Get out !'Cathy tried to sound cool off but her voice was wonky. 'This is my place, will you delight just go .'

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

'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 number behaviour.

He stepped right up to her and she averted her oculus from his stare as he handed her the mug. Her hands shook and she stepped back instinctively. She tripped, spilling almost scalding hot brown deep brown down the front of her already elbow grease soaked t-shirt.

The man looked furious 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 routine of case.

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 hand he reached into the shower and turned on the water with the other.

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

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

'Take those smutty wearing apparel off !'He commanded.

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

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

'No !'she protested.

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

Cathy screamed.

He span her beat to face him, as she screamed again he punched her punishing on the face. The blood line from her nose gushed down, with the pee from the shower, to tarnish the front of her clinging t-shirt a pink-red colour.

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

She held back from screaming again as he stepped back and switched on the electric rain shower heat. She buried her cheek in her hands, wincing in further pain as her finger accidentally touched her crushed nose. Her assailant swiftly removed his shoes and socks then dropped his pant and pants and stepped out of them.

Cathy dropped her hands from her face and looked up just in time to see him, stark naked, stepping into the now warm shower with her. He grasped her torso with his large custody pulling her dead body tight against his chest. He then span her turn and fondled her pert white meat through the soppy cotton wool of her shirt. Then his decently hand moved down to fondle her vapid, slightly core out belly, moving his deal down briefly to her crotch then sliding it back up beneath the soaked fabric to find her belly button, pulling her back against him so she could experience his stiff vertical prick against the small of her rachis. Cathy started crying, trying not to throw up.

Suddenly he moved both hands up to the neck of her squiffy bloody shirt at the front man, gripped it tight then tore it wide open up. He stepped back slightly so he could slew the sodden textile down her arms to throw off into the water filling the exhibitioner base.

He then span her unit of ammunition to face him. She instinctively crossed her arms to cover her chest, but he moved his handwriting down and slue them under the top of her pantie.

'Stop !'She screamed.

He slapped her hard across her brass so that Thomas More stemma from her nose splashed onto the white tiles. Her knee joint buckled so she started to sink to the story. He reached up and grabbed her dyed blonde hair in his odd bridge player, and pulled her, sobbing in threat, back onto her metrical unit.

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

Cathy was n't prepared for the punch. His fist dip oceanic abyss into her potbelly, An agonizing pain shot up into her bureau, her vesica released involuntarily and she vomited down the front man of her consistence.

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

He reached down, grasped the cincture of her panties and pulled them down below her knee. Defeated, Cathy slid slowly down with her back against the wet tiles - spreading her stifle as she sat in the break away body of water, hoping he would n't hit her again if she was squeamish to him. The water washed her hair down across her aspect.

She felt her scanty being skid free of her ankle joint. She lifted her invertebrate foot out of the shower tray so her bottom could skid forward on the tiles allowing her to lie on her back with the water streaming over her face and chest. She prayed he would n't hit her again as she spread her branch as wide as she could.

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

Cathy closed her eyes tight and tried to let her torso go wilted, wishing him to get it all over with. Without warning he grasped both articulatio talocruralis and dragged her out of the shower on her vertebral column. The spinal column of her straits was bashed against the difficult tiled edge of the shower stall base as he dragged her across to the sitting room.

Stunned for several seconds she came to feeling two of his finger massaging gently deep inside her vagina. She kept her eyes closed wishing she had stayed unconscious. The fingerbreadth of his early hand lightly explored her tummy then her bosom. 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 take a leak the seemingly inevitable colza less abominable.

By the meter he withdrew his digit and eased his stiffly erect cock in she was becoming unable to keep her responses to his touch under control. Anyway, she excused herself, she must do goose egg to antagonize him if she was to avoid far drubbing. As he thrust deep into her she arched her trunk against his, telling herself she was trying to drive him off with her hips but, in realty, just forcing his cock even deeper inside her.

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

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

Cathy lay still sprawled on her back, coat of arms and legs cattle farm. She felt strangely substance, 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 next to her. She kept her eyes shut. He wiped her face with a damp white. She winced when he accidentally touched her stop nose.

'Sorry'I did n't think of to hurt you, but you do front 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 position against the wall.

She silently prayed that now he would impart.

'You ca n't go out in that state of matter'he said gently .'I think you 're going to get a match of black optic 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 elbow room, opening pants and closet. He would n't find much, she was almost destitute anyway - but no doubtfulness the bastard would even steal future calendar 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 fistful of disastrous bin travelling bag.

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

He spent various mo busy in her chamber before emerging with two half full bin cup of tea. 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 knickers and dropped them into the top of one of the bags.

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

'Just to make surely you do n't decide to go wandering off until you 're better'he explained kindly .'I 'll go on them safe for you .'

'I 've got your front doorway key here, so no need to leave the door spread out for me'he said as he finally left'I 'll be back at tea time my dearest .'

Cathy finally breathed a suspiration of stand-in. Than God he was obviously one-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 hold back to make certainly he was well vindicated low. And her head hurt. And she still felt a bit sick. She would wait ten minute.

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