Cathy woke up with her head pounding, a pain behind her centre and feeling hot and sweaty. She pulled off her t-shirt, reached for the cup of water supply by her bed - shucks, it was empty - then snuggled back under her duvet in just her scanty. It was still drab with just the first grey glimmer of dawn.

It had n't even been a particularly good night out. Mary had texted her to say the staff at Excelsior Discount computer storage were going for a Christmastide meal at a eatery in town and did Cathy want to meet up for drinks afterwards. Stupid estimation really, but Cathy was bored and hoped some of her ex-colleagues would finger sorry for her and buy her a drinkable or two. After all they all knew she had been dismissed unfairly.

She lost count of how many swallow she had had. Emma Wilson has been really horrid to her, telling everyone she really had been taking money from the till for days and got away with it by sleeping with the previous party boss - which was all lies ! The resulting statement resulted in Cathy getting red wine poured down the front of her favorite whiten top and in them being ejected from Flares night club. She vaguely remembered a particularly abhorrent very drunk slobbery middle aged man in a pinstripe suit who kept pestering her and wrapping his arm circle her thin waist. The memory of him made her finger barf !

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

The front door was wide assailable. SOB, she must deliver been drunk when she got home. She went to fold it. Savior ! it was lucky no-one was on the landing outside, she 'd momentarily forgotten she was practically raw. She went into the bathroom and filled the shabu with water. Now she could n't find the Empirin ! She drank the body of water anyway.

Why could she see the kettle boiling in the kitchen ? She could n't remember even going into the kitchen ! She unsteadily made her way there to throw it off, she could do with a coffee ...

The sight of a tall young man stood at the worktop spooning umber into two chump made her freeze with electric shock ! She did n't think of coming home with anyone. She did n't realise 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 power 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 bare apart from a pair of tiny step-in !

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

Who was this strange man in her flat ?'I 'm dreary ...'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 light and that she did n't still feel slightly sick.

'The door was all-embracing give'he replied pleasantly .'I saw you asleep and thought a mug of java would help wake you up .'

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

Without replying the man just turned and poured hot piddle into the physiognomy then opened the fridge.

'Get out !'she was almost screaming now. As she watched him calmly pouring milk into the steaming mugs of coffee she felt sick with fear 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 browned coffee bean down the presence of her already stew soaked t-shirt.

The man looked furious for a import, and she thought he was going to move 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 bath.

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

He slapped her difficult across the face 'Do n't be stupid, you stink of perspiration and moth-eaten beer .'Then still tightly gripping her arm with one hand he reached into the cascade and turned on the water with the early.

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

Shocked, she did n't have it off how to answer. 'No ! The estrus 's not turned on ...'she stuttered.

'Take those lousy clothes 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 weapons system, turned her away from him and pushed her forward under the cold water.

Cathy screamed.

He span her rhythm to face him, as she screamed again he punched her concentrated on the fount. The rakehell from her nose gushed down, with the water from the shower, to defile the front of her clinging t-shirt a pink-red coloration.

'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 rain shower heat energy. She buried her aspect in her manus, wincing in boost infliction as her digit accidentally touched her crushed nose. Her assailant swiftly removed his shoes and sock then dropped his trousers and drawers 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 enceinte hands pulling her physical structure tight against his chest. He then span her unit of ammunition and fondled her pert breasts through the sodden cotton of her shirt. Then his right hand moved down to fondle her flavorless, slightly hollow belly, moving his hired man down briefly to her crotch then sliding it back up beneath the soaked fabric to finger her belly clit, pulling her book binding against him so she could feel his stiff erect prick against the small of her back. Cathy started crying, trying not to contrive up.

Suddenly he moved both handwriting up to the neck of her soaked bloody shirt at the front, gripped it tight then tore it wide of the mark unresolved. He stepped back slightly so he could slue the soppy cloth down her coat of arms to put down into the water filling the shower understructure.

He then span her beat to face him. She instinctively crossed her arms to cover her pectus, but he moved his hands down and slide them under the top of her scanty.

'Stop !'She screamed.

He slapped her hard across her boldness so that more origin from her scent splashed onto the white tiles. Her knee buckled so she started to sink to the level. He reached up and grabbed her coloured blonde hair in his left hand, and pulled her, sobbing in affright, back onto her invertebrate foot.

He drew back his rightfield hired hand, clenched his clenched fist tightly, and swung a poke into the nerve centre of her quivering hollow belly.

Cathy was n't prepared for the lick. His fist settle deep into her potbelly, An agonizing pain shot up into her chest, her bladder released involuntarily and she vomited down the front of her eubstance.

Her aggressor stepped back in disgust. He watched as the bits of purge slowly slid down the front of her body, washed down by the exhibitor.

He reached down, grasped the sash 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 joint as she sat in the running water, hoping he would n't hit her again if she was nice to him. The water washed her pilus down across her face.

She felt her scanty being skid free of her ankles. She lifted her feet out of the exhibitor tray so her bottom could slide forward on the tiles allowing her to lie on her back with the water streaming over her expression and chest. She prayed he would n't hit her again as she spread her pegleg as across-the-board as she could.

'Good girl !'he exclaimed in surprise. He ran his hands up the inside of her thighs, then his finger's breadth tenderly explored between her labia for a few seconds before he ran his hands back down her legs to her ankles.

Cathy closed her heart fast and tried to let her soundbox go hitch, wishing him to get it all over with. Without warning he grasped both ankles and dragged her out of the cascade on her back. The back of her top dog was bashed against the hard tiled edge of the shower cubicle base as he dragged her across to the sitting room.

Stunned for several seconds 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 fingerbreadth of his former hand lightly explored her corporation then her white meat. Her mamilla hardened and she realised she was becoming moist down below. She knew she ought to be ashamed, on the other hand perhaps it would create the seemingly inevitable colza less painful.

By the clock time he withdrew his digit and eased his stiffly erect cock in she was becoming ineffectual to stay fresh her reaction to his touch under dominance. Anyway, she excused herself, she must do zip to antagonise him if she was to avoid further beatings. As he thrust deep into her she arched her body against his, telling herself she was trying to push him off with her hips but, in realty, just forcing his rooster even deeper inside her.

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

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

Cathy lay still sprawled on her back, arms and pegleg spread. She felt strangely content, due no doubt to the hope he would soon give. She heard him having a shower. Please, just go, she thought. She heard him getting dressed. But he did n't go to the threshold, he came back and knelt next to her. She kept her oculus shut. He wiped her face with a dull flannel. She winced when he accidentally touched her bring out nozzle.

'Sorry'I did n't have in mind to ache you, but you do front a bit of a mess .'

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

He put his manpower beneath her branch and pulled her up into a sitting perspective 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 blacken centre 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 way, opening drawers and closet. He would n't receive very much, she was almost innocent anyway - but no doubt the bastard would even steal 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 bedchamber carrying a handful of inkiness bin handbag.

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

He spent several minutes fussy in her chamber before emerging with two half full moon bin grip. She gazed uncomprehendingly as he put them down by the doorway then went to the bathroom. He re-emerged carrying her soil and soaked tee shirt and bloomers 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 fist.

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

'I 've got your breast door key here, so no pauperization to result the threshold receptive for me'he said as he finally left'I 'll be back at tea time my love .'

Cathy finally breathed a suspiration of assuagement. Than God he was obviously half mad, expecting that just a want of clothes would foreclose her from running screaming out into the street for aid after being raped and half killed !

But she needed to hold off to wee-wee sure he was well clear first. And her head trauma. And she still felt a bit chuck. She would wait ten transactions.

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