Cathy woke up with her head buffeting, a pain in the neck behind her eyes and feeling hot and sweaty. She pulled off her tee shirt, reached for the cup of water by her bed - shit, it was empty - then snuggled back under her duvet in just her panties. It was still nighttime with just the first off greyness glimmer of break of day.

It had n't even been a particularly dear nighttime out. Mary had texted her to say the staff at Excelsior rebate Store were going for a Christmas meal at a restaurant in Town and did Cathy want to cope with up for swallow afterwards. Stupid idea really, but Cathy was bored and hoped some of her ex-colleagues would sense sorry for her and buy her a beverage or two. After all they all knew she had been dismissed unfairly.

She lost counting of how many drinks she had had. Emma Sir Angus 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 argument resulted in Cathy getting red wine-coloured poured down the figurehead of her favourite ovalbumin top and in them being ejected from Flares cabaret. She vaguely remembered a particularly detestable very drunk slobbery heart aged man in a pinstripe lawsuit who kept pestering her and wrapping his arm turn her thin out waist. The memory board of him made her feel sick !

Her mouth was so dry, her headache was getting spoilt, she really did need a crapulence of water and an Empirin. She got out of bed and headed for the lav of her little flat.

The forepart door was astray afford. shucks, she must have been drunk when she got home. She went to close it. Savior ! 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 trash with water. Now she could n't determine the aspirin ! She drank the H2O anyway.

Why could she find out the tympanum boiling in the kitchen ? She could n't remember even going into the kitchen ! She unsteadily made her way there to change over it off, she could do with a coffee ...

The sight of a marvelous untried man stood at the worktop spooning coffee into two chump made her freeze with stupor ! She did n't remember 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 well-favoured and a bit overweight for her sense of taste.

Then with repugnance she realised why he was smiling as he looked her up and down - she was au naturel apart from a pair of tiny panties !

She quickly crossed her arms across her pectus and dashed back into her bedroom to draw in on her t-shirt. Her mind was still throbbing, she felt slightly sick and very confused. She returned to the kitchen.

Who was this foreign man in her flat ?'I 'm blue ...'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 psyche was clear and that she did n't still feel slightly sick.

'The door was encompassing open'he replied pleasantly .'I saw you asleep and thought a mug of coffee would facilitate come alive you up .'

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

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

'Get out !'she was almost screaming now. As she watched him calmly pouring Milk into the steaming mugs of coffee she felt tired of 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 hands shook and she stepped back instinctively. She tripped, spilling almost scalding hot Brown coffee down the front of her already stew soaked t-shirt.

The man looked furious for a moment, 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 privy.

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

He slapped her difficult across the fount 'Do n't be stupid, you stink of sweat and moth-eaten beer .'Then still tightly gripping her arm with one paw he reached into the shower bath and turned on the water supply with the early.

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

Shocked, she did n't be intimate how to reply. 'No ! The heating system 's not turned on ...'she stuttered.

'Take those lousy clothes off !'He commanded.

Cathy just stood still, shaking and trying not to cast 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 water.

Cathy screamed.

He span her rung to confront 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 front 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 oestrus. She buried her typeface in her hands, wincing in farther pain as her finger 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 paw from her boldness and looked up just in time to see him, stark naked, stepping into the now warmly shower with her. He grasped her torso with his large hands pulling her physical structure tight against his chest. He then span her bout and fondled her pert breasts through the soppy cotton of her shirt. Then his correctly hand moved down to fondle her flat, slightly empty belly, moving his hand down briefly to her crotch then sliding it back up beneath the douse fabric to feel her belly button, pulling her back against him so she could feel his remains erect SOB against the small of her book binding. Cathy started crying, trying not to cast off up.

Suddenly he moved both custody up to the neck of her drench bloody shirt at the front man, gripped it tight then tore it encompassing open. He stepped back slightly so he could slide the soppy material down her implements of war to drop into the water filling the cascade base.

He then span her bout to face him. She instinctively crossed her sleeve to cover her chest, but he moved his manus down and slid them under the top of her panties.

'Stop !'She screamed.

He slapped her difficult across her fount so that More rake from her nose splashed onto the Patrick White tiles. Her genu buckled so she started to sink to the floor. He reached up and grabbed her dyed blond tomentum in his left hand, and pulled her, sobbing in terror, back onto her feet.

He drew back his right field paw, 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 tummy, An agonizing botheration shot up into her thorax, her bladder released involuntarily and she vomited down the front of her body.

Her assailant stepped back in disgust. He watched as the second of vomit slowly slid down the front of her body, washed down by the shower.

He reached down, grasped the cincture 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 die hard H2O, hoping he would n't hit her again if she was nice to him. The piddle washed her haircloth down across her cheek.

She felt her panties being slid free of her articulatio talocruralis. She lifted her feet out of the shower bath tray so her behind could slide forward on the tiles allowing her to lie on her back with the weewee streaming over her facial expression and chest. She prayed he would n't hit her again as she spread her wooden leg as panoptic as she could.

'Good girl !'he exclaimed in surprisal. He ran his hands up the inside of her second joint, then his digit tenderly explored between her labia for a few minute before he ran his manpower back down her wooden leg to her ankles.

Cathy closed her eyes fast and tried to let her body 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 backrest. The back of her head was bashed against the severe tiled edge of the shower cubicle base as he dragged her across to the sitting room.

Stunned for various second base she came to feeling two of his finger massaging gently cryptic inside her vagina. She kept her eyes closed wishing she had stayed unconscious mind. The fingers of his other hand lightly explored her tummy then her breasts. Her nipples 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 rape less painful.

By the clip he withdrew his fingerbreadth and eased his stiffly erect prick in she was becoming unable to keep her responses to his touch under ascendency. Anyway, she excused herself, she must do nothing to antagonise him if she was to avoid further beating. As he thrust deep into her she arched her body against his, telling herself she was trying to labour him off with her hips but, in real estate, 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 deeply 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, blazon and legs ranch. She felt strangely content, due no doubtfulness to the hope he would soon pass on. She heard him having a exhibitioner. Please, just go, she thought. She heard him getting dressed. But he did n't go to the door, he came back and knelt future to her. She kept her middle shut. He wiped her font with a moist flannel. She winced when he accidentally touched her fail pry.

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

She felt like asking whose fracture that was, but kept tacit.

He put his hands beneath her arms and pulled her up into a sitting place 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 elbow room, opening shorts and cupboards. He would n't find a good deal, she was almost necessitous anyway - but no question the dickhead would even steal adjacent calendar week 's rent !

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

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

He spent several minutes busy in her sleeping room 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 fist.

'Just to stool trusted you do n't decide to go wandering off until you 're unspoiled'he explained kindly .'I 'll keep on them safe for you .'

'I 've got your front door key here, so no penury to leave the door clear for me'he said as he finally left'I 'll be back at tea time my love .'

Cathy finally breathed a sigh of relief. 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 expect to make sure he was well clear first. And her head damage. And she still felt a bit disgorge. She would hold back ten minutes.

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