Cathy woke up with her pass buffeting, a painful sensation behind her eyes and feeling hot and sweaty. She pulled off her t-shirt, reached for the cup of water by her bed - darn, it was void - then snuggled back under her duvet in just her scanty. It was still coloured with just the start grey intimation of sunrise.

It had n't even been a particularly good Nox out. Mary had texted her to say the staff at Excelsior Discount store were going for a Christmas meal at a restaurant in Town and did Cathy want to contact up for potable afterwards. Stupid mind really, but Cathy was bored and hoped some of her ex-colleagues would finger 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 Robert Woodrow Wilson has been really horrid to her, telling everyone she really had been taking money from the till for years and got away with it by sleeping with the former boss - which was all lies ! The resulting literary argument resulted in Cathy getting red wine-colored poured down the front of her favourite albumen top and in them being ejected from flare Nightclub. She vaguely remembered a particularly repulsive very drink in slobbery midriff aged man in a pinstripe suit of clothes who kept pestering her and wrapping his arm round her thin waistline. The retentivity of him made her find sick !

Her mouth was so dry, her headache was getting worse, she really did need a deglutition of piddle and an aspirin. She got out of bed and headed for the john of her modest flat.

The front door was spacious opened. diddlysquat, she must feature been drunk when she got menage. 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 spyglass with urine. Now she could n't find the aspirin ! She drank the water supply anyway.

Why could she take heed the kettle 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 marvelous Pres Young man stood at the worktop spooning java into two smiler made her halt with jolt ! She did n't think 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 form of man she mightiness have been attracted to if she was really pledge, 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 couplet of diminutive panties !

She quickly crossed her arms across her thorax and dashed back into her bedroom to extract on her t-shirt. Her head was still throbbing, she felt slightly sick of and very upset. She returned to the kitchen.

Who was this strange man in her plane ?'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 headland was absolved and that she did n't still find slightly sick.

'The door was astray open'he replied pleasantly .'I saw you asleep and thought a mug of coffee berry would help awake you up .'

'Get out !'Cathy tried to vocalise quieten but her representative was rickety. 'This is my household, will you please just go .'

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

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

He stepped right up to her and she averted her eyes from his stare as he handed her the mug. Her work force shook and she stepped back instinctively. She tripped, spilling almost scalding hot brown coffee down the straw man of her already lather soaked t-shirt.

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

He then grabbed her slender properly arm and hustled her into the bathroom.

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

He slapped her gruelling across the look 'Do n't be pudden-head, you stink of sweat and moth-eaten beer .'Then still tightly gripping her arm with one hand he reached into the shower and turned on the water with the other.

'Get undressed'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 nasty clothes 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 munition, turned her away from him and pushed her forward under the frigidity water.

Cathy screamed.

He span her round to face him, as she screamed again he punched her intemperately on the face. The blood from her nozzle gushed down, with the water from the exhibitor, to stain the front of her clinging T-shirt a pink-red people of colour.

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

She held back from screaming again as he stepped back and switched on the electric automobile exhibitor heating. She buried her cheek in her mitt, wincing in promote bother as her finger's breadth accidentally touched her crushed nose. Her assailant swiftly removed his shoe and air sock then dropped his trousers and pants and stepped out of them.

Cathy dropped her bridge player from her face and looked up just in prison term to see him, stark naked, stepping into the now warmly shower with her. He grasped her trunk with his big hands pulling her body tight against his chest. He then span her circle and fondled her pert titty through the soppy cotton of her shirt. Then his right mitt moved down to caress her categorical, slightly empty belly, moving his hand down briefly to her genital organ then sliding it back up beneath the imbue fabric to feel her belly button, pulling her backrest against him so she could feel his rigid erect prick against the minor of her back. Cathy started crying, trying not to throw up.

Suddenly he moved both script up to the neck of her besotted bloody shirt at the straw man, gripped it tight then tore it blanket open. He stepped back slightly so he could slip the sodden material down her arms to drop into the water filling the shower bath base.

He then span her round to face him. She instinctively crossed her arms to cover her dresser, but he moved his custody down and slide them under the top of her panties.

'Stop !'She screamed.

He slapped her concentrated across her grimace so that Sir Thomas More pedigree from her nose splashed onto the white tiles. Her knee buckled so she started to sink to the level. He reached up and grabbed her dye blonde tomentum in his left deal, and pulled her, sobbing in panic, back onto her ft.

He drew back his right handwriting, clenched his fist tightly, and swung a punch into the heart and soul of her quivering hollow belly.

Cathy was n't prepared for the punch. His fist lapse deep into her tummy, An agonizing pain in the neck shot up into her chest, her bladder released involuntarily and she vomited down the front of her consistency.

Her assaulter stepped back in disgust. He watched as the bit of brainsick slowly slid down the strawman of her consistency, washed down by the exhibitor.

He reached down, grasped the cincture of her panties and pulled them down below her articulatio genus. Defeated, Cathy slid slowly down with her back against the wet tiles - spreading her human knee as she sat in the running water, hoping he would n't hit her again if she was skillful to him. The piddle washed her hair down across her cheek.

She felt her panties being slid free people of her articulatio talocruralis. She lifted her metrical unit out of the shower tray so her tail could skid forward on the roofing tile allowing her to lie on her back with the H2O streaming over her face and chest of drawers. She prayed he would n't hit her again as she spread her legs as blanket as she could.

'Good young lady !'he exclaimed in surprise. He ran his hands up the inside of her second joint, then his digit tenderly explored between her labia for a few seconds before he ran his deal back down her stage to her ankles.

Cathy closed her centre soused and tried to let her consistence go limp, wishing him to get it all over with. Without warning he grasped both ankles and dragged her out of the shower on her vertebral column. The rear of her forefront was bashed against the toilsome tiled edge of the shower cell theme as he dragged her across to the sitting room.

Stunned for several indorsement 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 finger of his former hired man lightly explored her tummy then her breasts. Her mammilla hardened and she realised she was becoming moist down below. She knew she ought to be ashamed, on the other hand perhaps it would make the seemingly inevitable assault less sore.

By the time he withdrew his fingerbreadth and eased his stiffly erect cock in she was becoming ineffective to preserve her reaction to his affect under control condition. Anyway, she excused herself, she must do zero to antagonize him if she was to forefend further trouncing. As he thrust deep into her she arched her body against his, telling herself she was trying to tug him off with her pelvic arch but, in realty, just forcing his cock 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 bass into her. She just hoped that he had finished now and would leave.

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

Cathy lay still sprawled on her back, arms and wooden leg spread. 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 door, he came back and knelt adjacent to her. She kept her eyes shut. He wiped her face with a damp white. She winced when he accidentally touched her break off pry.

'Sorry'I did n't signify to hurt you, but you do depend a bit of a mess .'

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

He put his hired hand beneath her weaponry 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 dim oculus 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 much, she was almost destitute anyway - but no doubt the bastard would even slip side by side hebdomad '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 bags.

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

He spent several proceedings busybodied in her bedroom before emerging with two half full bin bags. 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 clenched clenched fist.

'Just to make sure you do n't decide to go wandering off until you 're secure'he explained kindly .'I 'll retain them safe for you .'

'I 've got your straw man doorway key here, so no motivation to leave alone the door undecided for me'he said as he finally left'I 'll be back at tea time my love .'

Cathy finally breathed a sigh of stand-in. 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 assist after being raped and half killed !

But she needed to await to draw sure he was well realise outset. And her head injury. And she still felt a bit disgorge. She would wait ten minutes.

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