Cathy woke up with her head hammering, a painfulness behind her optic and feeling hot and sweaty. She pulled off her T-shirt, reached for the cup of water system by her bed - darn, it was empty - then snuggled back under her duvet in just her panties. It was still coloured with just the first grey glimmer of dawn.

It had n't even been a particularly good Nox out. Mary had texted her to say the staff at Excelsior Discount stock were going for a Christmas meal at a eatery in town and did Cathy need to meet up for drinks afterwards. stunned thought really, but Cathy was bored and hoped some of her ex-colleagues would feel sorry for her and buy her a beverage or two. After all they all knew she had been dismissed unfairly.

She lost numeration of how many drinks she had had. Emma Wilson has been really outrageous to her, telling everyone she really had been taking money from the till for twelvemonth and got away with it by sleeping with the late boss - which was all lies ! The resulting argument resulted in Cathy getting red wine-colored poured down the front of her favourite White person top and in them being ejected from Flares Nightclub. She vaguely remembered a particularly obscene very drunk slobbery middle aged man in a pinstripe cause who kept pestering her and wrapping his arm stave her thin waist. The memory of him made her finger mad !

Her mouthpiece was so dry, her vexation was getting worse, she really did take a drink of pee and an aspirin. She got out of bed and headed for the bath of her small level.

The front doorway was wide open. Shit, she must have been drunk when she got house. She went to close it. Christ ! it was lucky no-one was on the landing outside, she 'd momentarily forgotten she was practically nude. She went into the bathroom and filled the meth with water. Now she could n't chance the aspirin ! She drank the body of water anyway.

Why could she find out the kettle simmering in the kitchen ? She could n't call up even going into the kitchen ! She unsteadily made her way there to switch over it off, she could do with a coffee ...

The sight of a improbable Edward Young man stood at the worktop spooning java into two mugs made her halt with shock ! She did n't remember coming home with anyone. She did n't agnize 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 bountiful and a bit heavy for her taste.

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

She quickly crossed her weapons system across her chest and dashed back into her bedroom to extract on her t-shirt. Her read/write head was still throbbing, she felt slightly sick and very confused. She returned to the kitchen.

Who was this strange man in her flat ?'I 'm dreary ...'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 nous was clearer and that she did n't still palpate slightly sick.

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

'Get out !'Cathy tried to sound calm but her voice was shaky. '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 electric refrigerator.

'Get out !'she was almost screaming now. As she watched him calmly pouring milk into the steaming fool 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 brown coffee down the figurehead of her already sweat soaked t-shirt.

The man looked furious for a moment, and she thought he was going to walk out 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 outcome.

He slapped her hard across the face 'Do n't be stupid, you stink of travail and stale beer .'Then still tightly gripping her arm with one hired man 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 hotness 's not turned on ...'she stuttered.

'Take those dirty 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 arms, turned her away from him and pushed her forward under the frigidity water.

Cathy screamed.

He span her round to present him, as she screamed again he punched her hard on the side. The stock from her olfactory organ gushed down, with the water from the cascade, to tarnish the strawman of her clinging T-shirt a pink-red colour.

'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 estrus. She buried her facial expression in her hands, wincing in further pain as her fingers accidentally touched her crushed nose. Her assaulter swiftly removed his shoes and wind cone then dropped his trousers and drawers and stepped out of them.

Cathy dropped her helping hand from her face and looked up just in metre to see him, stark naked, stepping into the now quick exhibitioner with her. He grasped her trunk with his vauntingly hands pulling her body tight against his thorax. He then span her troll and fondled her pert breasts through the sodden cotton of her shirt. Then his right hired man moved down to fondle her flat, slightly hollow belly, moving his hand down briefly to her privates then sliding it back up beneath the soaked fabric to finger her belly button, pulling her back against him so she could feel his plastered erect 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 soaked bloody shirt at the front, gripped it tight then tore it wide-cut open. He stepped back slightly so he could skid the sodden stuff down her arms to drop into the body of water filling the shower al-Qaida.

He then span her turn to face him. She instinctively crossed her limb to cover her bureau, but he moved his hands down and slid them under the top of her panties.

'Stop !'She screamed.

He slapped her knockout across her look so that to a greater extent descent from her nose splashed onto the ashen tiles. Her knees buckled so she started to sink to the floor. He reached up and grabbed her bleached blonde tomentum in his left-hand hired man, and pulled her, sobbing in affright, back onto her feet.

He drew back his right helping hand, clenched his clenched fist tightly, and swung a lick into the core of her quivering empty belly.

Cathy was n't prepared for the punch. His clenched fist go down deep into her bay window, An agonizing pain snapshot up into her chest, her bladder released involuntarily and she vomited down the battlefront of her soundbox.

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

He reached down, grasped the waistcloth of her panties and pulled them down below her knees. Defeated, Cathy slid slowly down with her back 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 squeamish to him. The water washed her hair down across her face.

She felt her panties being slid free of her ankle joint. She lifted her feet out of the rain shower tray so her behind could slide forward on the tile allowing her to lie on her back with the water cyclosis over her case and chest. She prayed he would n't hit her again as she spread her leg as wide as she could.

'Good lady friend !'he exclaimed in surprise. He ran his hands up the interior of her thigh, then his fingerbreadth tenderly explored between her labia for a few seconds before he ran his bridge player 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 ankle joint and dragged her out of the shower on her back. The dorsum of her head was bashed against the hard tiled boundary of the shower cubicle base as he dragged her across to the sitting way.

Stunned for several mo she came to feeling two of his fingers massaging gently mystifying inside her vagina. She kept her eyes closed wishing she had stayed unconscious mind. The fingers of his other hand lightly explored her tummy then her bosom. Her mammilla hardened and she realised she was becoming moist down below. She knew she ought to be ashamed, on the other hand perhaps it would have the seemingly inevitable rape less afflictive.

By the fourth dimension he withdrew his fingers and eased his stiffly erect cock in she was becoming ineffectual to keep her responses to his affect under control. Anyway, she excused herself, she must do nothing to counteract him if she was to avoid further whipping. As he thrust deep into her she arched her body against his, telling herself she was trying to advertise him off with her hips but, in realty, just forcing his rooster even deeper inside her.

She did n't remember about the fact that she came to an sexual climax just at the moment his throbbing penis ejaculated deep into her. She just hoped that he had finished now and would go forth.

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

Cathy lay still sprawled on her back, weaponry and pegleg spread. She felt strangely content, 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 threshold, he came back and knelt next to her. She kept her eye shut. He wiped her fount with a mute face cloth. She winced when he accidentally touched her expose nose.

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

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

He put his hands beneath her weapon system and pulled her up into a sitting office against the wall.

She silently prayed that now he would leave.

'You ca n't go out in that nation'he said gently .'I think you 're going to get a couple of calamitous 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 elbow room, opening drawers and closet. He would n't find often, she was almost destitute anyway - but no doubt the bastard would even steal next workweek 's rent !

She watched him pass though to the kitchen. He was even searching in there. He went back through to the sleeping accommodation carrying a handful of black bin old bag.

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

He spent several minutes busy in her bedroom before emerging with two half fully bin pocketbook. 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 bags, but she froze as he turned towards her with clenched clenched fist.

'Just to make sure you do n't determine to go wandering off until you 're honest'he explained kindly .'I 'll hold on them safe for you .'

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

Cathy finally breathed a suspiration of relief. Than God he was obviously one-half mad, expecting that just a deficiency 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 he was well clear first. And her head hurt. And she still felt a bit queasy. She would wait ten minutes.

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