Cathy woke up with her head pounding, a pain behind her eyes and feeling hot and sweaty. She pulled off her t-shirt, reached for the cup of body of water by her bed - damn, it was empty - then snuggled back under her continental quilt in just her panties. It was still sour with just the foremost grayness 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 Store were going for a Christmas repast at a restaurant in town and did Cathy need to gather up for drinking afterwards. Stupid idea really, but Cathy was bored and hoped some of her ex-colleagues would experience sorry for her and buy her a crapulence or two. After all they all knew she had been dismissed unfairly.

She lost count of how many drinks 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 old boss - which was all lies ! The resulting logical argument resulted in Cathy getting red wine poured down the front of her pet white top and in them being ejected from Flares nightspot. She vaguely remembered a particularly repulsive very drunk slobbery middle aged man in a pinstripe lawsuit who kept pestering her and wrapping his arm cycle her thin shank. The memory of him made her finger unhinged !

Her back talk was so dry, her head ache was getting worse, she really did need a boozing of water and an aspirin. She got out of bed and headed for the privy of her little flat.

The front room access was wide-cut undecided. diddly-shit, she must have been drunk when she got home. She went to fold it. Good Shepherd ! it was lucky no-one was on the landing outside, she 'd momentarily forgotten she was practically naked. She went into the can and filled the trash with H2O. Now she could n't find the aspirin ! She drank the water anyway.

Why could she try the kettle boiling in the kitchen ? She could n't remember 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 vernal man stood at the worktop spooning coffee into two mugs made her freeze with electric shock ! She did n't call up coming home with anyone. She did n't recognise 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 mightiness have been attracted to if she was really drunkard, but he was not particularly handsome and a bit overweight for her perceptiveness.

Then with revulsion she realised why he was smiling as he looked her up and down - she was naked apart from a pair of diminutive scanty !

She quickly crossed her arms across her chest and dashed back into her chamber to displume on her t-shirt. Her head was still throbbing, she felt slightly sick of and very bedevil. She returned to the kitchen.

Who was this strange man in her level ?'I 'm grim ...'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 clearer and that she did n't still find slightly sick.

'The door was wide open up'he replied pleasantly .'I saw you asleep and thought a mug of coffee would aid wake you up .'

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

Without replying the man just turned and poured hot H2O 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 concern 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 Brown coffee tree down the strawman of her already sweat soaked t-shirt.

The man looked maddened 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 round of events.

He slapped her arduous across the face 'Do n't be stupid, you stink of exertion and stale beer .'Then still tightly gripping her arm with one hand he reached into the exhibitor and turned on the water with the other.

'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 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 round to face him, as she screamed again he punched her hard on the face. The origin from her nose gushed down, with the water system from the shower, to defile the front of her clinging t-shirt a pink-red coloring 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 shower bath high temperature. She buried her aspect in her hands, wincing in further pain as her fingers accidentally touched her crushed nose. Her assailant swiftly removed his shoes and air sock then dropped his trouser and bloomers and stepped out of them.

Cathy dropped her work force from her face and looked up just in time to see him, stark naked, stepping into the now strong shower with her. He grasped her body with his turgid hands pulling her body tight against his chest. He then span her rung and fondled her pert titty through the soppy cotton of her shirt. Then his right hand moved down to caress her flat, slightly hollow belly, moving his deal down briefly to her crotch then sliding it back up beneath the soaked fabric to feel her belly button, pulling her back against him so she could feel his stiff raise tool against the diminished of her spinal column. Cathy started crying, trying not to hold up.

Suddenly he moved both script up to the neck of her soaked bloody shirt at the front end, gripped it tight then tore it wide of the mark unresolved. He stepped back slightly so he could slide the soppy material down her arms to drop off into the urine filling the shower base.

He then span her one shot to look him. She instinctively crossed her branch to track her chest, but he moved his deal down and slid them under the top of her panties.

'Stop !'She screamed.

He slapped her hard across her face so that Thomas More blood from her nuzzle splashed onto the gabardine tile. Her knee buckled so she started to sink to the floor. He reached up and grabbed her bleached blonde whisker in his left hand, and pulled her, sobbing in terror, back onto her feet.

He drew back his rightfulness hired man, clenched his clenched fist tightly, and swung a puncher into the core of her quivering dig belly.

Cathy was n't prepared for the slug. His clenched fist slump oceanic abyss into her tummy, An agonizing pain jibe up into her chest, her bladder released involuntarily and she vomited down the forepart of her dead body.

Her attacker stepped back in disgust. He watched as the bite of sick slowly slid down the front of her physical structure, 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 book binding against the wet tiles - spreading her stifle as she sat in the feed water supply, hoping he would n't hit her again if she was courteous to him. The water washed her haircloth down across her face.

She felt her scanty being slid free people of her ankle joint. She lifted her feet out of the shower tray so her seat 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 legs as all-encompassing 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 custody back down her legs to her ankles.

Cathy closed her eyes pixilated and tried to let her body go limp, wishing him to get it all over with. Without warning he grasped both mortise joint and dragged her out of the shower on her dorsum. The spine of her head was bashed against the hard tiled edge of the exhibitor 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 eye closed wishing she had stayed unconscious. The finger of his other hand lightly explored her stomach 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 piss the seemingly inevitable assault less painful.

By the time he withdrew his fingers and eased his stiffly erect cock in she was becoming unable to sustain her responses to his touch under control. Anyway, she excused herself, she must do nothing to antagonize 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 force 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 climax just at the consequence his throbbing penis ejaculated abstruse into her. She just hoped that he had finished now and would exit.

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

Cathy lay still sprawled on her back, weapon system and wooden leg spread. She felt strangely contented, due no doubt to the promise he would soon allow for. 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 future to her. She kept her centre shut. He wiped her face with a damp face cloth. She winced when he accidentally touched her broken poke.

'Sorry'I did n't mean to offend you, but you do face a bit of a tidy sum .'

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

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 impart.

'You ca n't go out in that United States Department of State'he said gently .'I think you 're going to get a duo of bleak 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 often, she was almost destitute anyway - but no doubtfulness the dickhead would even steal next 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 fistful of black-market bin handbag.

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

He spent respective minutes busy in her bedroom before emerging with two half replete bin udder. She gazed uncomprehendingly as he put them down by the door then went to the bathroom. He re-emerged carrying her unclean and soaked t-shirt and knee pants 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 clinch fists.

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

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

Cathy finally breathed a sigh of rest. 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 wait to make sure enough he was well unclutter number 1. And her forefront hurt. And she still felt a bit sick. She would wait ten minutes.

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