Cathy woke up with her head pound, a infliction behind her oculus and feeling hot and sweaty. She pulled off her T-shirt, reached for the cup of water by her bed - damn, it was abandon - then snuggled back under her duvet in just her panties. It was still sour with just the first grey inkling of dayspring.

It had n't even been a particularly good night out. The Virgin had texted her to say the faculty at wood shavings Discount Store were going for a Christmas repast at a restaurant in town and did Cathy want to meet up for drink afterwards. Stupid idea really, but Cathy was bored and hoped some of her ex-colleagues would feel sorry for her and buy her a drinking or two. After all they all knew she had been dismissed unfairly.

She lost count 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 previous hirer - which was all lies ! The resulting debate resulted in Cathy getting red wine poured down the front of her favourite white top and in them being ejected from Flares Nightclub. She vaguely remembered a particularly hideous very drunk slobbery middle aged man in a pinstripe suit who kept pestering her and wrapping his arm round of drinks her reduce shank. The retention of him made her palpate sick !

Her lip was so dry, her headache was getting worse, she really did need a drink of urine and an aspirin. She got out of bed and headed for the john of her small flat.

The front doorway was astray open. dogshit, she must consume 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 raw. She went into the bathroom and filled the trash with water. Now she could n't retrieve the Bayer ! She drank the water anyway.

Why could she get a line the kettle boiling in the kitchen ? She could n't call back 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 tall Edward Young man stood at the worktop spooning coffee into two visage made her freezing with shock ! She did n't remember coming home with anyone. She did n't recognize him. Yet he looked quite at habitation 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 corpulence for her taste.

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

She quickly crossed her arms across her chest and dashed back into her chamber to pull on her T-shirt. Her psyche was still throbbing, she felt slightly sick and very baffled. She returned to the kitchen.

Who was this unknown man in her flat ?'I 'm no-count ...'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 room access was all-encompassing heart-to-heart'he replied pleasantly .'I saw you asleep and thought a mug of burnt umber would help awaken you up .'

'Get out !'Cathy tried to voice calm but her part was rickety. 'This is my home, 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 chump of coffee she felt sick with fear 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 hands shook and she stepped back instinctively. She tripped, spilling almost scalding hot Robert Brown coffee down the front of her already sweat 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 mightily arm and hustled her into the bathroom.

'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 sweat and stale beer .'Then still tightly gripping her arm with one paw he reached into the rain shower and turned on the piss with the early.

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

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

'Take those smutty clothes off !'He commanded.

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

Stood blocking the threshold 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 system.

Cathy screamed.

He span her stave to look him, as she screamed again he punched her hard on the expression. The stock from her nozzle gushed down, with the piddle from the shower, to stain the nominal head of her clinging t-shirt a pink-red colouring material.

'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 automobile shower heat. She buried her cheek in her hands, wincing in advance pain as her finger's breadth accidentally touched her crushed nose. Her attacker swiftly removed his place and socks then dropped his trousers and drawers and stepped out of them.

Cathy dropped her hands from her font and looked up just in clip to see him, stark naked, stepping into the now fond shower with her. He grasped her torso with his large hands pulling her consistency tight against his chest. He then span her round and fondled her pert knocker through the sodden cotton of her shirt. Then his proper mitt moved down to caress her flat, slightly hollow belly, moving his handwriting down briefly to her crotch then sliding it back up beneath the soaked material to palpate her belly push, pulling her cover against him so she could feel his wet raise prick against the lowly of her cover. Cathy started crying, trying not to throw up.

Suddenly he moved both hired man up to the neck of her stiff bloody shirt at the social movement, gripped it tight then tore it wide of the mark outdoors. He stepped back slightly so he could slide the soppy textile down her subdivision to throw away into the piss filling the shower understructure.

He then span her daily round to face him. She instinctively crossed her arms to cover her chest, but he moved his hands down and slid them under the top of her pantie.

'Stop !'She screamed.

He slapped her hard across her face so that Thomas More rake from her nose splashed onto the white tiles. Her knee buckled so she started to pass to the level. He reached up and grabbed her dyed blonde tomentum in his left helping hand, and pulled her, sobbing in holy terror, back onto her feet.

He drew back his right hired man, clenched his clenched fist tightly, and swung a slug into the midpoint of her quivering core out belly.

Cathy was n't prepared for the clout. His clenched fist sank trench into her tummy, An agonizing pain pellet up into her bureau, her vesica released involuntarily and she vomited down the front of her body.

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

He reached down, grasped the waistband of her panties and pulled them down below her knees. Defeated, Cathy slid slowly down with her back against the wet tiles - spreading her genu as she sat in the incline water, hoping he would n't hit her again if she was courteous to him. The water washed her tomentum down across her face.

She felt her panties being slither free people of her ankles. She lifted her feet out of the shower tray so her bottom could slither forward on the tiles allowing her to lie on her back with the water streaming over her font and chest. 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 handwriting up the inside of her thigh, then his fingers tenderly explored between her labia for a few indorsement before he ran his hands back down her legs to her ankles.

Cathy closed her eyes tight and tried to let her physical structure go limp, wishing him to get it all over with. Without warning he grasped both ankles and dragged her out of the exhibitor on her back. The back of her promontory was bashed against the strong tiled sharpness of the rain shower cubicle base as he dragged her across to the sitting room.

Stunned for several seconds she came to feeling two of his fingerbreadth massaging gently deep inside her vagina. She kept her eyes closed wishing she had stayed unconscious. The fingers of his other hand lightly explored her tummy 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 handwriting perhaps it would pee the seemingly inevitable ravishment less terrible.

By the time he withdrew his fingerbreadth and eased his stiffly erect cock in she was becoming unable to keep her responses to his touch sensation under control. Anyway, she excused herself, she must do nothing to antagonize 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 push him off with her hips but, in realty, just forcing his tool even deeper inside her.

She did n't think about the fact that she came to an orgasm just at the instant his throbbing penis ejaculated deep 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 wearing apparel.

Cathy lay still sprawled on her back, subdivision and legs spread. She felt strangely contentedness, due no uncertainty to the promise 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 heart shut. He wiped her side with a soften gabardine. She winced when he accidentally touched her broken nose.

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

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

He put his hands beneath her munition and pulled her up into a sitting position against the wall.

She silently prayed that now he would go out.

'You ca n't go out in that DoS'he said gently .'I think you 're going to get a twain of black 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 sleeping room. She heard him searching her room, opening drawers and cupboards. He would n't find much, she was almost destitute anyway - but no dubiety the prick would even steal following week 's rent !

She watched him pass though to the kitchen. He was even searching in there. He went back through to the sleeping room carrying a smattering of black bin bags.

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

He spent several minutes officious in her sleeping accommodation before emerging with two half full bin bags. She gazed uncomprehendingly as he put them down by the threshold then went to the privy. He re-emerged carrying her dirty and soaked tee shirt and knickers and dropped them into the top of one of the bags.

'My apparel !'Cathy screamed, realising with horror what was in the bags, but she froze as he turned towards her with clenched fist.

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

'I 've got your nominal head door key here, so no need to leave the door open air for me'he said as he finally left'I 'll be back at tea clock time my love .'

Cathy finally breathed a sigh of easing. Than God he was obviously half mad, expecting that just a deficiency of clothes would keep her from running screaming out into the street for avail after being raped and half killed !

But she needed to wait to make sure he was well percipient number 1. And her head hurt. And she still felt a bit sick. She would wait ten second.

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