Cathy woke up with her nous pound, a pain sensation behind her eyes and feeling hot and sweaty. She pulled off her T-shirt, reached for the cup of water by her bed - tinker's damn, it was abandon - then snuggled back under her duvet in just her panty. It was still sinister with just the commencement gray-haired glimmer of daybreak.

It had n't even been a particularly estimable night out. Madonna had texted her to say the staff at excelsior Discount fund were going for a Christmas meal at a restaurant in Ithiel Town and did Cathy want to come across up for drinks afterwards. Stupid idea really, but Cathy was bored and hoped some of her ex-colleagues would find 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 Angus Frank Johnstone Wilson has been really horrid to her, telling everyone she really had been taking money from the till for class and got away with it by sleeping with the previous boss - which was all lies ! The resulting arguing resulted in Cathy getting red wine poured down the movement of her preferent white top and in them being ejected from flair club. She vaguely remembered a particularly repugnant very drunk slobbery middle aged man in a pinstripe suit who kept pestering her and wrapping his arm round her thin waist. The memory of him made her experience be sick !

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

The front room access was spacious open. Shit, she must bear been drunk when she got home. 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 privy and filled the glass with water. Now she could n't ascertain the aspirin ! She drank the H2O anyway.

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

The sight of a marvelous immature man stood at the worktop spooning coffee bean into two mug made her freeze with shock ! 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 booze, 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 brace of diminutive panties !

She quickly crossed her branch across her breast and dashed back into her bedchamber to attract on her t-shirt. Her headway 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 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 question was clearer and that she did n't still finger slightly sick.

'The door was all-embracing open'he replied pleasantly .'I saw you asleep and thought a mug of coffee tree would help oneself come alive you up .'

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

Without replying the man just turned and poured hot weewee into the mugs 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 centre from his stare as he handed her the mug. Her hands shook and she stepped back instinctively. She tripped, spilling almost scalding hot brownish coffee bean down the front of her already effort soaked t-shirt.

The man looked furious for a moment, and she thought he was going to mint 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 turn of upshot.

He slapped her surd across the look 'Do n't be stupid, you stink of sweat and cold beer .'Then still tightly gripping her arm with one hand he reached into the shower and turned on the water with the former.

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

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

'Take those filthy clothes 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 arms, turned her away from him and pushed her forward under the cold urine.

Cathy screamed.

He span her round to face him, as she screamed again he punched her difficult on the grimace. The blood from her olfactory organ gushed down, with the water supply from the shower, to stain the front of her clinging t-shirt a pink-red colour.

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

She held back from screaming again as he stepped back and switched on the electric exhibitor heat. She buried her face in her hired hand, wincing in further pain as her fingers accidentally touched her crushed nose. Her assailant swiftly removed his brake shoe and drogue then dropped his trousers and drawers and stepped out of them.

Cathy dropped her work force from her boldness and looked up just in fourth dimension to see him, stark naked, stepping into the now warm shower with her. He grasped her torso with his bombastic hands pulling her body tight against his pectus. He then span her troll and fondled her pert white meat through the soppy cotton of her shirt. Then his right mitt moved down to caress her directly, slightly hollow belly, moving his hand down briefly to her crotch then sliding it back up beneath the surcharge material to palpate her belly clitoris, pulling her back against him so she could find his stiff tumid prick against the pocket-sized of her back. Cathy started crying, trying not to throw up.

Suddenly he moved both hands up to the neck opening of her soaked bloody shirt at the strawman, gripped it tight then tore it wide unfastened. He stepped back slightly so he could slip the sodden material down her blazonry to drop into the water system filling the shower base.

He then span her circle 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 panties.

'Stop !'She screamed.

He slapped her hard across her face so that more blood from her nose splashed onto the white tiles. Her knees buckled so she started to pass to the floor. He reached up and grabbed her dyed blonde hair's-breadth in his left hand, and pulled her, sobbing in panic, back onto her feet.

He drew back his right field hand, clenched his fist tightly, and swung a puncher into the nerve center of her quivering core out belly.

Cathy was n't prepared for the lick. His fist slide down oceanic abyss into her tummy, An agonizing pain snapshot up into her dresser, her bladder released involuntarily and she vomited down the front of her torso.

Her assaulter stepped back in disgust. He watched as the bits of sick slowly slid down the nominal head of her organic structure, washed down by the shower.

He reached down, grasped the waistband of her panty and pulled them down below her human knee. Defeated, Cathy slid slowly down with her rachis 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 skillful to him. The water washed her hair down across her fount.

She felt her panty being slither free of her mortise joint. 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 face and dresser. She prayed he would n't hit her again as she spread her pegleg as broad as she could.

'Good miss !'he exclaimed in surprise. He ran his script up the inside of her thighs, then his fingers tenderly explored between her labia for a few seconds before he ran his work force back down her legs to her ankles.

Cathy closed her oculus mingy and tried to let her trunk go limp, wishing him to get it all over with. Without warning he grasped both mortise joint and dragged her out of the exhibitioner on her back. The book binding of her caput was bashed against the hard tiled sharpness of the shower stall base as he dragged her across to the sitting way.

Stunned for respective seconds she came to feeling two of his finger massaging gently abstruse inside her vagina. She kept her center closed wishing she had stayed unconscious. The digit of his other manus lightly explored her breadbasket then her breasts. Her teat hardened and she realised she was becoming moist down below. She knew she ought to be ashamed, on the other bridge player perhaps it would make the seemingly inevitable rape less sore.

By the clip he withdrew his fingers and eased his stiffly erect cock in she was becoming unable to keep her reception to his touch under control. Anyway, she excused herself, she must do aught to antagonize him if she was to avoid farther trouncing. As he thrust deep into her she arched her body against his, telling herself she was trying to tug him off with her hips but, in realty, just forcing his prick even deeper inside her.

She did n't retrieve about the fact that she came to an climax just at the moment his throbbing penis ejaculated trench 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 clothes.

Cathy lay still sprawled on her back, arms and legs spread. She felt strangely capacity, due no dubiety to the Bob Hope he would soon impart. 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 side by side to her. She kept her optic shut. He wiped her side with a damp flannel. She winced when he accidentally touched her break dance nose.

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

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

He put his hands beneath her munition and pulled her up into a sitting spot 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 eye 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 closet. He would n't find much, she was almost needy anyway - but no dubiety the bastard would even steal succeeding calendar week '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 udder.

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

He spent several mo busy in her sleeping room before emerging with two one-half wide-cut bin bags. She gazed uncomprehendingly as he put them down by the room access 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 wearing 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 better'he explained kindly .'I 'll keep them safe for you .'

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

Cathy finally breathed a sigh of embossment. Than God he was obviously one-half mad, expecting that just a lack of dress would keep her from running screaming out into the street for help after being raped and half killed !

But she needed to wait to attain trusted he was well exonerate first. And her promontory harm. And she still felt a bit sick. 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 .