Cathy woke up with her heading pounding, a pain in the ass behind her eyes and feeling hot and sweaty. She pulled off her tee shirt, reached for the cup of water by her bed - shucks, it was hollow - then snuggled back under her continental quilt in just her pantie. It was still colored with just the first grayness inkling of dawning.

It had n't even been a particularly good night out. Mary had texted her to say the stave at Excelsior discount Store were going for a Christmas meal at a restaurant in town and did Cathy want to meet up for drinks afterwards. dolt melodic theme really, but Cathy was bored and hoped some of her ex-colleagues would sense sorry for her and buy her a swallow or two. After all they all knew she had been dismissed unfairly.

She lost count of how many drinks she had had. Emma President Wilson has been really horrid to her, telling everyone she really had been taking money from the trough for years and got away with it by sleeping with the late boss - 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 repulsive very drunk slobbery midsection aged man in a pinstripe cause who kept pestering her and wrapping his arm bout her thin waist. The remembering of him made her feel sick !

Her oral cavity was so dry, her headache was getting worse, she really did ask a drunkenness of water supply and an aspirin. She got out of bed and headed for the bathroom of her small two-dimensional.

The breast doorway was across-the-board undetermined. Shit, she must have been drunk when she got home. She went to close it. the Nazarene ! it was favorable no-one was on the landing outside, she 'd momentarily forgotten she was practically naked. She went into the bath and filled the glass with water supply. Now she could n't find the aspirin ! She drank the piddle anyway.

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

The sight of a tall Brigham Young man stood at the worktop spooning coffee into two mugs made her halt 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 MIGHT have been attracted to if she was really wino, but he was not particularly handsome and a bit overweight for her gustatory modality.

Then with repugnance she realised why he was smiling as he looked her up and down - she was raw apart from a pair of petite scanty !

She quickly crossed her arms across her chest and dashed back into her bedroom to pull on her t-shirt. Her head 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 read/write head was clearer and that she did n't still experience slightly sick.

'The threshold was wide open'he replied pleasantly .'I saw you asleep and thought a mug of coffee would help awaken 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 weewee into the smiler then opened the electric refrigerator.

'Get out !'she was almost screaming now. As she watched him calmly pouring Milk River into the steaming mugs of coffee tree she felt queasy 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 embrown umber 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 right arm and hustled her into the toilet.

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

He slapped her hard across the face 'Do n't be dazed, 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 early.

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

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

'Take those filthy apparel off !'He commanded.

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

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

'No !'she protested.

He roughly grabbed her both blazon, turned her away from him and pushed her forward under the frigidity pee.

Cathy screamed.

He span her troll to face him, as she screamed again he punched her knockout on the cheek. The blood from her nose gushed down, with the water from the shower bath, to defile the front of her clinging t-shirt a pink-red coloring material.

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

She held back from screaming again as he stepped back and switched on the electrical shower heat. She buried her face in her deal, wincing in further pain as her fingers accidentally touched her crushed nose. Her attacker swiftly removed his shoes and air sock then dropped his trouser and knickers and stepped out of them.

Cathy dropped her manus from her face and looked up just in clock time to see him, stark naked, stepping into the now strong shower with her. He grasped her torso with his gravid hands pulling her consistence tight against his chest. He then span her round and fondled her pert breasts through the sodden cotton of her shirt. Then his good hand moved down to caress her apartment, slightly holler belly, moving his hand down briefly to her crotch then sliding it back up beneath the surcharge fabric to feel her belly button, pulling her backbone against him so she could feel his soaked tumid prick against the pocket-sized of her back. Cathy started crying, trying not to throw up.

Suddenly he moved both hired man up to the neck opening of her soaked bloody shirt at the front, gripped it tight then tore it full unfastened. He stepped back slightly so he could slide the sodden material down her weapon system to knock off into the piddle filling the shower base.

He then span her round to face him. She instinctively crossed her weaponry to embrace her dresser, but he moved his hands down and slid them under the top of her scanty.

'Stop !'She screamed.

He slapped her hard across her grimace so that more rake from her horn in splashed onto the egg white tiles. Her stifle buckled so she started to settle to the floor. He reached up and grabbed her colored blonde hair in his left hired man, and pulled her, sobbing in panic, back onto her feet.

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

Cathy was n't prepared for the punch. His clenched fist sank oceanic abyss into her tummy, An agonizing painfulness guess up into her breast, her vesica released involuntarily and she vomited down the front of her body.

Her assailant stepped back in disgust. He watched as the moment of sick 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 knees as she sat in the running water, hoping he would n't hit her again if she was gracious to him. The piddle washed her hair down across her font.

She felt her panties being slew free of her ankles. She lifted her feet out of the shower bath tray so her bottom could slew forward on the tile allowing her to lie on her back with the water streaming over her expression and bureau. She prayed he would n't hit her again as she spread her leg as panoptic as she could.

'Good fille !'he exclaimed in surprise. He ran his custody up the inside of her thighs, then his fingers tenderly explored between her labia for a few seconds before he ran his workforce back down her legs to her mortise joint.

Cathy closed her eyes stiff and tried to let her body go wilted, wishing him to get it all over with. Without warning he grasped both ankles and dragged her out of the shower on her back. The spine of her head was bashed against the hard tiled edge of the shower carrell floor as he dragged her across to the sitting room.

Stunned for several instant she came to feeling two of his finger massaging gently deep inside her vagina. She kept her heart closed wishing she had stayed unconscious. The fingerbreadth of his early manus 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 take in the seemingly inevitable rape less painful.

By the metre he withdrew his fingerbreadth and eased his stiffly erect cock in she was becoming unable to sustain her reaction to his equal under control. Anyway, she excused herself, she must do nothing to antagonise him if she was to avoid boost beatings. As he thrust deep into her she arched her trunk against his, telling herself she was trying to advertize 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 orgasm just at the moment his throbbing penis ejaculated abstruse into her. She just hoped that he had finished now and would give.

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

Cathy lay still sprawled on her back, implements of war and leg cattle ranch. She felt strangely content, due no doubt to the hope he would soon leave. 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 next to her. She kept her eye shut. He wiped her grimace with a dampish flannel. She winced when he accidentally touched her broken nose.

'Sorry'I did n't imply to hurt you, but you do reckon a bit of a muckle .'

She felt like asking whose defect that was, but kept mute.

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 provide.

'You ca n't go out in that res publica'he said gently .'I think you 're going to get a dyad 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 room, opening drawers and cupboards. He would n't find much, she was almost free anyway - but no dubiety the son of a bitch would even steal next week 's rent !

She watched him expire though to the kitchen. He was even searching in there. He went back through to the bedroom carrying a handful of fatal bin bags.

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

He spent several hour busy in her bedchamber 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 travelling bag.

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

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

'I 've got your front door key here, so no need to leave the door undefended 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 one-half mad, expecting that just a lack of apparel would prevent her from running screaming out into the street for aid after being raped and half killed !

But she needed to waitress to spend a penny indisputable he was well clear first. And her psyche damage. And she still felt a bit sick. She would wait ten hour.

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