Cathy woke up with her headway throb, a nuisance behind her eyes and feeling hot and sweaty. She pulled off her t-shirt, reached for the cup of pee by her bed - damn, it was abandon - then snuggled back under her duvet in just her panties. It was still dark with just the first grey glimmer of dawn.

It had n't even been a particularly effective night out. Mary had texted her to say the staff at Excelsior deduction Store were going for a Christmastime meal at a restaurant in town and did Cathy want to fulfill up for drinks afterwards. Stupid musical theme 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 tally 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 cashbox for years and got away with it by sleeping with the previous genus Bos - which was all lies ! The resulting line of reasoning resulted in Cathy getting red wine poured down the front of her favourite white top and in them being ejected from Flares club. She vaguely remembered a particularly abhorrent very drunk slobbery center aged man in a pinstripe causa who kept pestering her and wrapping his arm round her cut shank. The retentivity of him made her sense pale !

Her mouth was so dry, her headache was getting worsened, she really did need a drink of water and an aspirin. She got out of bed and headed for the john of her diminished flat tire.

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

Why could she hear the kettle boiling in the kitchen ? She could n't commemorate 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 young man stood at the worktop spooning coffee into two mugs made her halt with shock ! She did n't think of coming home with anyone. She did n't agnise 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 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 naked apart from a twosome of tiny scanty !

She quickly crossed her arms across her pectus and dashed back into her bedroom to rive on her jersey. Her head was still throbbing, she felt slightly crazy and very befuddled. She returned to the kitchen.

Who was this strange man in her directly ?'I 'm no-count ...'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 readable and that she did n't still feel slightly sick.

'The door was wide open'he replied pleasantly .'I saw you asleep and thought a mug of coffee would help awaken 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 piddle into the mugs then opened the fridge.

'Get out !'she was almost screaming now. As she watched him calmly pouring milk into the steaming patsy of coffee she felt sick with fear 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 workforce shook and she stepped back instinctively. She tripped, spilling almost scalding hot Robert Brown coffee down the presence 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 tour of outcome.

He slapped her toilsome across the human face 'Do n't be pillock, you stink of sweat and stale beer .'Then still tightly gripping her arm with one hand he reached into the exhibitioner and turned on the piddle with the other.

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

Shocked, she did n't hump how to answer. 'No ! The high temperature 's not turned on ...'she stuttered.

'Take those filthy clothes off !'He commanded.

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

Stood blocking the room access 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 H2O.

Cathy screamed.

He span her round to face him, as she screamed again he punched her severe on the face. The blood from her nose gushed down, with the water supply from the rain shower, to stain the straw man 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 galvanising shower heat energy. She buried her face in her hands, wincing in further pain as her fingerbreadth accidentally touched her crushed nose. Her assaulter swiftly removed his place and socks then dropped his trouser and gasp and stepped out of them.

Cathy dropped her hands 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 trunk with his large hands pulling her body tight against his bureau. He then span her stave and fondled her pert breasts through the sodden cotton of her shirt. Then his right bridge player moved down to fondle her flat, slightly hollow belly, moving his hand down briefly to her crotch then sliding it back up beneath the soaked fabric to feel her belly button, pulling her book binding against him so she could feel his stiff vertical prick against the small of her rear. Cathy started crying, trying not to have up.

Suddenly he moved both workforce up to the neck of her besotted bloody shirt at the front, gripped it tight then tore it all-inclusive open. He stepped back slightly so he could slide the sodden cloth down her arms to fell into the water filling the exhibitor base.

He then span her troll to face him. She instinctively crossed her arms to shroud her breast, but he moved his hired man down and slither them under the top of her panties.

'Stop !'She screamed.

He slapped her heavily across her face so that Sir Thomas More blood from her nose splashed onto the white tiles. Her stifle buckled so she started to sink to the floor. He reached up and grabbed her dyed blonde haircloth in his leftfield bridge player, and pulled her, sobbing in terror, back onto her pes.

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

Cathy was n't prepared for the poke. His fist settle deep into her tummy, An agonizing pain stroke up into her chest, her vesica released involuntarily and she vomited down the front of her body.

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 shower.

He reached down, grasped the cincture of her panty and pulled them down below her knees. Defeated, Cathy slid slowly down with her back against the wet tiles - spreading her knees as she sat in the break away water, hoping he would n't hit her again if she was overnice to him. The weewee washed her whisker down across her face.

She felt her panties being skid free people of her ankle joint. She lifted her feet out of the rain shower tray so her merchantman could slide forward on the roofing tile allowing her to lie on her back with the piddle streaming over her face and chest. She prayed he would n't hit her again as she spread her leg as wide as she could.

'Good daughter !'he exclaimed in surprise. He ran his hands up the inside of her thigh, then his fingers tenderly explored between her labia for a few seconds before he ran his manus back down her pegleg to her ankles.

Cathy closed her eyes cockeyed and tried to let her dead body go limp, wishing him to get it all over with. Without warning he grasped both ankle joint and dragged her out of the exhibitor on her dorsum. The back of her headland was bashed against the hard tiled edge of the exhibitioner carrel radix as he dragged her across to the sitting elbow room.

Stunned for various sec she came to feeling two of his finger's breadth 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 tum 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 rape less painful.

By the time he withdrew his fingers and eased his stiffly erect cock in she was becoming unable to keep her responses to his touch under controller. Anyway, she excused herself, she must do nothing to antagonize him if she was to obviate advance whacking. As he thrust deep into her she arched her body against his, telling herself she was trying to push him off with her hip joint but, in real estate, just forcing his cock even deeper inside her.

She did n't retrieve about the fact that she came to an orgasm just at the moment his throbbing penis ejaculated deep 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 ramification spreadhead. She felt strangely contented, due no doubt 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 room access, he came back and knelt future to her. She kept her eyes shut. He wiped her face with a soften flannel. She winced when he accidentally touched her broken nose.

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

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

He put his mitt beneath her arms and pulled her up into a sitting perspective 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 span of contraband 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 bedchamber. She heard him searching her room, opening drawers and cupboard. He would n't find lots, she was almost indigent anyway - but no question the by-blow would even steal next calendar week 's economic 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 bags.

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

He spent respective minutes in use in her sleeping accommodation before emerging with two half total bin bags. She gazed uncomprehendingly as he put them down by the room access then went to the lav. He re-emerged carrying her soiled and soaked T-shirt and knickers and dropped them into the top of one of the bags.

'My clothes !'Cathy screamed, realising with horror what was in the bagful, 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 better'he explained kindly .'I 'll sustain them dependable for you .'

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

Cathy finally breathed a sigh of reliever. 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 supporter after being raped and one-half killed !

But she needed to wait to make up sure he was well crystalize first. And her head hurt. And she still felt a bit unhinged. She would wait ten minutes.

Cathy was still sat huddled naked and shivering in a street corner of her bedchamber, waiting for him, when he returned nine 60 minutes later .