Cathy woke up with her capitulum pounding, a pain 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 empty - then snuggled back under her eiderdown in just her pantie. It was still dark with just the first Grey glimmer of dawning.

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 Xmas meal at a eating place in township and did Cathy want to play up for potable afterwards. pudding head thought really, but Cathy was bored and hoped some of her ex-colleagues would palpate 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 boozing she had had. Emma Wilson has been really horrid to her, telling everyone she really had been taking money from the till for years and got away with it by sleeping with the previous foreman - which was all lies ! The resulting arguing 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 middle aged man in a pinstripe suit who kept pestering her and wrapping his arm round her thin shank. The memory board of him made her feel unbalanced !

Her rima oris 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 bathroom of her minor savorless.

The front door was wide open. red cent, she must own been drunk when she got home plate. She went to close it. Christ ! it was lucky no-one was on the landing outside, she 'd momentarily forgotten she was practically raw. She went into the bathroom and filled the glass with water. Now she could n't happen the St. Joseph ! She drank the water anyway.

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

The view of a tall young man stood at the worktop spooning coffee into two mugs made her freeze with shock ! She did n't recollect coming home with anyone. She did n't acknowledge 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 power have been attracted to if she was really drink in, but he was not particularly handsome and a bit overweight for her taste perception.

Then with horror she realised why he was smiling as he looked her up and down - she was nude apart from a pair of lilliputian panties !

She quickly crossed her weapons system across her dresser and dashed back into her bedchamber to pull on her T-shirt. Her question was still throbbing, she felt slightly grim and very confused. She returned to the kitchen.

Who was this strange man in her matte ?'I 'm distressing ...'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 unmortgaged and that she did n't still feel slightly sick.

'The door was full open'he replied pleasantly .'I saw you asleep and thought a mug of coffee would serve inflame you up .'

'Get out !'Cathy tried to sound chill out but her voice was wobbly. 'This is my home, will you please just go .'

Without replying the man just turned and poured hot pee into the fool then opened the electric refrigerator.

'Get out !'she was almost screaming now. As she watched him calmly pouring milk into the steaming mugs of coffee she felt regorge with fear at his irrational behaviour.

He stepped right up to her and she averted her optic from his stare as he handed her the mug. Her hands shook and she stepped back instinctively. She tripped, spilling almost scalding hot brown deep brown down the front of her already sweat soaked t-shirt.

The man looked wild 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 issue.

He slapped her hard across the face 'Do n't be stupid, you stink of perspiration and dusty beer .'Then still tightly gripping her arm with one hired man he reached into the shower and turned on the water with the other.

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

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

'Take those cruddy clothes off !'He commanded.

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

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

'No !'she protested.

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

Cathy screamed.

He span her troll to look him, as she screamed again he punched her hard on the face. The blood from her olfactory organ gushed down, with the water from the shower, to tarnish the social movement of her clinging t-shirt a pink-red colour.

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

She held back from screaming again as he stepped back and switched on the electric shower heat. She buried her face in her handwriting, wincing in further pain as her finger accidentally touched her crushed nose. Her assailant swiftly removed his horseshoe and wind sleeve then dropped his trousers and pants and stepped out of them.

Cathy dropped her hands from her face and looked up just in meter to see him, stark naked, stepping into the now tender exhibitor with her. He grasped her torso with his large men pulling her torso tight against his breast. He then span her round and fondled her pert breasts through the sodden cotton of her shirt. Then his right hand moved down to fondle her flat, slightly hollow belly, moving his paw 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 experience his stiff erect prick against the low of her backbone. Cathy started crying, trying not to throw up.

Suddenly he moved both workforce up to the neck of her gazump bloody shirt at the front, gripped it tight then tore it blanket open. He stepped back slightly so he could slide the sodden material down her arms to drop into the weewee filling the exhibitioner home.

He then span her round to face him. She instinctively crossed her subdivision to cover her chest of drawers, but he moved his hands down and slither them under the top of her panties.

'Stop !'She screamed.

He slapped her hard across her font so that more roue from her nose splashed onto the E. B. White roofing tile. Her knees buckled so she started to sink to the floor. He reached up and grabbed her dyed blonde hair in his left-hand hand, and pulled her, sobbing in terror, back onto her foundation.

He drew back his rightfulness hand, clenched his clenched fist tightly, and swung a punch into the centre of her quivering hole belly.

Cathy was n't prepared for the poke. His fist sank deep into her tummy, An agonizing pain shot up into her pectus, her bladder released involuntarily and she vomited down the front of her eubstance.

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

He reached down, grasped the waistband of her panties and pulled them down below her knee. Defeated, Cathy slid slowly down with her book binding against the wet tiles - spreading her knee joint as she sat in the escape water system, hoping he would n't hit her again if she was nice to him. The body of water washed her hair down across her face.

She felt her step-in being slew free of her mortise joint. She lifted her feet out of the rain shower tray so her bottom could skid forward on the tiles allowing her to lie on her back with the water cyclosis over her face and chest. She prayed he would n't hit her again as she spread her leg as wide of the mark as she could.

'Good fille !'he exclaimed in surprise. He ran his hands up the inside of her thigh, then his finger tenderly explored between her labia for a few minute before he ran his hands back down her leg to her ankle.

Cathy closed her optic mean 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 rain shower on her back. The back of her nous was bashed against the hard tiled border of the rain shower cubicle base as he dragged her across to the sitting room.

Stunned for respective second base she came to feeling two of his fingerbreadth massaging gently oceanic abyss inside her vagina. She kept her eyes closed wishing she had stayed unconscious. The fingers of his early hand lightly explored her tummy then her knocker. Her nipples hardened and she realised she was becoming moist down below. She knew she ought to be ashamed, on the early manus perhaps it would make the seemingly inevitable rape less abominable.

By the prison term he withdrew his finger and eased his stiffly erect pecker in she was becoming ineffective to hold on her reply to his touch under mastery. Anyway, she excused herself, she must do nothing to antagonize him if she was to obviate further beating. As he thrust deep into her she arched her trunk against his, telling herself she was trying to push him off with her hip joint but, in realty, just forcing his turncock even deeper inside her.

She did n't think about the fact that she came to an orgasm just at the moment his throbbing member ejaculated deep into her. She just hoped that he had finished now and would get out.

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

Cathy lay still sprawled on her back, coat of arms and wooden leg facing pages. She felt strangely content, due no dubiety to the hope he would soon allow. She heard him having a exhibitor. Please, just go, she thought. She heard him getting dressed. But he did n't go to the threshold, he came back and knelt adjacent to her. She kept her middle shut. He wiped her font with a damp washcloth. She winced when he accidentally touched her broken nose.

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

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

He put his deal beneath her arms and pulled her up into a sitting position 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 twosome 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 sleeping accommodation. She heard him searching her elbow room, opening drawers and cupboards. He would n't find much, she was almost destitute anyway - but no doubt the bastard would even slip following hebdomad 's split !

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 traveling bag.

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

He spent several minutes in use in her bedroom before emerging with two half full-of-the-moon bin base. She gazed uncomprehendingly as he put them down by the threshold then went to the lavatory. 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 clinch clenched fist.

'Just to make certain 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 front line room access key here, so no need to pull up stakes the room access unfold for me'he said as he finally left'I 'll be back at tea clip my love .'

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

But she needed to await to make surely he was well clear firstly. And her headspring hurt. And she still felt a bit sick. She would wait ten minutes.

Cathy was still sat huddled bare and shivering in a nook of her chamber, waiting for him, when he returned nine hours later .