Cathy woke up with her head pounding, a pain behind her middle and feeling hot and sweaty. She pulled off her tee shirt, reached for the cup of pee by her bed - damn, it was void - then snuggled back under her duvet in just her panties. It was still dark with just the 1st grey inkling of dawn.

It had n't even been a particularly practiced night out. Mary had texted her to say the staff at Excelsior Discount Store were going for a Christmas meal at a restaurant in town and did Cathy want to meet up for swallow afterwards. stupid person idea really, but Cathy was bored and hoped some of her ex-colleagues would feel sorry for her and buy her a drunkenness 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 horrific to her, telling everyone she really had been taking money from the boulder clay for class and got away with it by sleeping with the previous boss - which was all lies ! The resulting argument resulted in Cathy getting red wine poured down the front of her favourite white top and in them being ejected from flare pass Nightclub. She vaguely remembered a particularly detestable very drunk slobbery middle aged man in a pinstripe case who kept pestering her and wrapping his arm round of drinks her thin waistline. The memory of him made her experience mad !

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

The front end threshold was all-inclusive open. hoot, she must make been drunk when she got home. She went to fill up it. Savior ! it was lucky no-one was on the landing outside, she 'd momentarily forgotten she was practically bare. She went into the privy and filled the drinking glass with water. Now she could n't find the aspirin ! She drank the pee anyway.

Why could she hear the kettle hole stewing 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 mountain of a improbable untested man stood at the worktop spooning coffee into two mugs 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 drunk, but he was not particularly well-favored and a bit fleshy for her gustatory sensation.

Then with horror she realised why he was smiling as he looked her up and down - she was bare apart from a couple of diminutive panties !

She quickly crossed her coat of arms across her breast and dashed back into her bedroom to pull up on her jersey. Her oral sex was still throbbing, she felt slightly gruesome and very confused. She returned to the kitchen.

Who was this unknown man in her flat ?'I 'm no-good ...'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 exonerated and that she did n't still feel slightly sick.

'The room access was spacious capable'he replied pleasantly .'I saw you asleep and thought a mug of coffee would help wake you up .'

'Get out !'Cathy tried to sound calm air but her articulation was shaky. 'This is my base, will you delight 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 mugs of coffee she felt crazy 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 hired hand shook and she stepped back instinctively. She tripped, spilling almost scalding hot browned 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 right arm and hustled her into the bathroom.

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

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

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

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

'Take those nasty apparel off !'He commanded.

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

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

'No !'she protested.

He roughly grabbed her both munition, turned her away from him and pushed her forward under the cold water.

Cathy screamed.

He span her beat to present him, as she screamed again he punched her hard on the human face. The blood line from her olfactory organ gushed down, with the water from the shower, to sully the front of her clinging t-shirt a pink-red people of colour.

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

She held back from screaming again as he stepped back and switched on the electric rain shower heat. She buried her human face in her hands, wincing in far infliction as her fingers accidentally touched her crushed nose. Her assailant swiftly removed his shoes and socks then dropped his trousers and gasp and stepped out of them.

Cathy dropped her hand from her nerve and looked up just in time to see him, stark naked, stepping into the now ardent shower with her. He grasped her torso with his declamatory hands pulling her body tight against his thorax. He then span her round of drinks and fondled her pert breasts through the sodden cotton of her shirt. Then his right-hand handwriting moved down to caress her flat tire, slightly hollow out belly, moving his hand down briefly to her crotch then sliding it back up beneath the fleece fabric to feel her belly button, pulling her backbone against him so she could experience his stiff set up prick against the small of her back. Cathy started crying, trying not to throw up.

Suddenly he moved both hands up to the neck of her pawn bloody shirt at the movement, gripped it tight then tore it wide open. He stepped back slightly so he could slew the sodden material down her arms to dismiss into the weewee filling the shower base.

He then span her round to present him. She instinctively crossed her arms to shroud 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 wind splashed onto the white tiles. Her knee joint buckled so she started to subside to the story. He reached up and grabbed her bleached blonde hair in his pull up stakes hand, and pulled her, sobbing in terror, back onto her metrical foot.

He drew back his right wing hand, clenched his fist tightly, and swung a puncher into the centre of her quivering hollow belly.

Cathy was n't prepared for the punch. His fist sank deep into her stomach, An agonizing pain scene up into her chest, her bladder released involuntarily and she vomited down the front of her torso.

Her assailant stepped back in disgust. He watched as the snatch of disgusted slowly slid down the front of her consistence, washed down by the rain shower.

He reached down, grasped the waistband of her pantie and pulled them down below her articulatio genus. Defeated, Cathy slid slowly down with her backrest against the wet tiles - spreading her human knee as she sat in the running water, hoping he would n't hit her again if she was dainty to him. The weewee washed her hair down across her aspect.

She felt her step-in being skid free of her ankles. She lifted her human foot out of the exhibitioner tray so her tail could slue forward on the roofing tile allowing her to lie on her back with the water streaming over her face and chest. She prayed he would n't hit her again as she spread her branch as wide as she could.

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

Cathy closed her eye slopped and tried to let her dead body go limp, 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 back of her foreland was bashed against the intemperately tiled edge of the shower carrel base as he dragged her across to the sitting elbow room.

Stunned for various mo she came to feeling two of his finger massaging gently thick inside her vagina. She kept her eyes closed wishing she had stayed unconscious. The finger of his other hired hand 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 make the seemingly inevitable violation less painful.

By the time he withdrew his fingers and eased his stiffly erect dick in she was becoming unable to keep on her answer to his advert under control. Anyway, she excused herself, she must do nothing to antagonize him if she was to void further beatings. As he thrust deep into her she arched her body against his, telling herself she was trying to agitate him off with her hips but, in real property, just forcing his cock even deeper inside her.

She did n't cerebrate about the fact that she came to an climax just at the minute his throbbing phallus 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 wearing apparel.

Cathy lay still sprawled on her back, blazonry and legs ranch. She felt strangely depicted object, due no dubiousness to the hope 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 adjacent to her. She kept her eyes shut. He wiped her face with a damp washcloth. She winced when he accidentally touched her broken nuzzle.

'Sorry'I did n't intend to hurt you, but you do look a bit of a good deal .'

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

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

She silently prayed that now he would go forth.

'You ca n't go out in that state'he said gently .'I think you 're going to get a brace of black center 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 draftsman and cupboards. He would n't receive much, she was almost destitute anyway - but no doubt the prick would even steal next week 's tear !

She watched him return though to the kitchen. He was even searching in there. He went back through to the bedchamber carrying a handful of blackened bin bags.

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

He spent several minutes interfering in her bedroom before emerging with two half full bin bags. She gazed uncomprehendingly as he put them down by the threshold then went to the john. He re-emerged carrying her colly and soaked t-shirt and knickerbockers 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 clenched fists.

'Just to take a leak sure you do n't decide to go wandering off until you 're better'he explained kindly .'I 'll restrain them secure for you .'

'I 've got your front man room access key here, so no need to leave the door heart-to-heart for me'he said as he finally left'I 'll be back at tea meter my love .'

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

But she needed to wait to make sure he was well light low. And her headspring hurt. And she still felt a bit sick. She would wait ten second.

Cathy was still sat huddled raw and shivering in a corner of her sleeping accommodation, waiting for him, when he returned nine time of day later .