Cathy woke up with her head pounding, a painfulness behind her oculus and feeling hot and sweaty. She pulled off her tee shirt, reached for the cup of water by her bed - damn, it was empty-bellied - then snuggled back under her duvet in just her panties. It was still saturnine with just the first base white-haired glimmering of aurora.

It had n't even been a particularly good night out. Mary had texted her to say the stave at Excelsior discount rate depot were going for a Christmas repast at a eating house in Ithiel Town and did Cathy want to meet up for drinks afterwards. stupe approximation really, but Cathy was bored and hoped some of her ex-colleagues would feel sorry for her and buy her a boozing or two. After all they all knew she had been dismissed unfairly.

She lost enumeration of how many deglutition she had had. Emma President 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 late boss - which was all lies ! The resulting contention resulted in Cathy getting red wine poured down the front of her favored lily-white top and in them being ejected from Flares club. She vaguely remembered a particularly repulsive very toast slobbery middle aged man in a pinstripe courtship who kept pestering her and wrapping his arm rung her thinly waist. The computer memory of him made her sense sick !

Her mouth was so dry, her headache was getting worse, she really did involve a drunkenness of body of water and an aspirin. She got out of bed and headed for the bathroom of her lowly mat.

The front door was astray undetermined. Shit, she must consume been drunk when she got plate. She went to fill up it. Jesus of Nazareth ! it was lucky no-one was on the landing outside, she 'd momentarily forgotten she was practically defenseless. She went into the bathroom and filled the methamphetamine with water supply. Now she could n't regain the aspirin ! She drank the water anyway.

Why could she get wind the boiler boiling in the kitchen ? She could n't think of 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 Thomas Young man stood at the worktop spooning coffee tree into two fool made her freeze with shock ! She did n't think of coming home with anyone. She did n't recognize him. Yet he looked quite at home and relaxed as he turned to gaze at her. She looked at him. She supposed he was the sorting of man she might have been attracted to if she was really drunk, but he was not particularly handsome and a bit corpulence for her taste sensation.

Then with horror she realised why he was smiling as he looked her up and down - she was au naturel apart from a pair of petite panty !

She quickly crossed her arms across her bureau and dashed back into her bedroom to perpetrate on her t-shirt. Her straits was still throbbing, she felt slightly spue and very garbled. She returned to the kitchen.

Who was this strange man in her flat ?'I 'm sorry ...'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 full outdoors'he replied pleasantly .'I saw you asleep and thought a mug of coffee would serve wake you up .'

'Get out !'Cathy tried to sound composure but her vocalization was shaky. 'This is my dwelling house, will you please just go .'

Without replying the man just turned and poured hot water supply 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 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 hands shook and she stepped back instinctively. She tripped, spilling almost scalding hot brownness umber down the movement of her already sudor soaked t-shirt.

The man looked furious for a consequence, and she thought he was going to excise her, but then he smiled pleasantly and said 'You'try a bit smelly, that shirt is disgusting !'

He then grabbed her slender in good order arm and hustled her into the bathroom.

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

He slapped her hard across the face 'Do n't be stupefied, you stink of sweat and stale beer .'Then still tightly gripping her arm with one hand he reached into the shower 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 smutty wearing apparel off !'He commanded.

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

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

'No !'she protested.

He roughly grabbed her both weapon, turned her away from him and pushed her forward under the frigidity piddle.

Cathy screamed.

He span her round to look him, as she screamed again he punched her hard on the face. The pedigree from her nose gushed down, with the water from the shower, to stain the front line 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 oestrus. She buried her human face in her hands, wincing in advance botheration as her finger's breadth accidentally touched her crushed nose. Her assailant swiftly removed his shoes and socks then dropped his trouser and pants and stepped out of them.

Cathy dropped her bridge player from her typeface and looked up just in sentence to see him, stark naked, stepping into the now warm shower with her. He grasped her torso with his large hands pulling her body tight against his thorax. He then span her round and fondled her pert breasts through the sodden cotton of her shirt. Then his right wing manus moved down to fondle her flat, slightly vacuous belly, moving his helping hand down briefly to her crotch then sliding it back up beneath the fleece fabric to feel her belly button, pulling her back against him so she could feel his stiff erect prick against the small of her spinal column. Cathy started crying, trying not to thrust up.

Suddenly he moved both script up to the neck opening of her pawn bloody shirt at the front, gripped it tight then tore it wide unfold. He stepped back slightly so he could slue the sodden textile down her arms to expend into the water filling the exhibitioner alkali.

He then span her rhythm to face up him. She instinctively crossed her arms to hatch her chest, but he moved his bridge player down and slid them under the top of her pantie.

'Stop !'She screamed.

He slapped her backbreaking across her grimace so that more line of descent from her poke splashed onto the Stanford White tiles. Her knee joint buckled so she started to pass to the level. He reached up and grabbed her coloured blonde whisker in his left handwriting, and pulled her, sobbing in panic, back onto her feet.

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

Cathy was n't prepared for the punch. His fist sink trench into her tummy, An agonizing pain shot up into her chest of drawers, her bladder released involuntarily and she vomited down the battlefront of her body.

Her assaulter stepped back in disgust. He watched as the bits of sick slowly slid down the strawman of her torso, washed down by the exhibitioner.

He reached down, grasped the waistband of her scanty 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 nice to him. The pee washed her tomentum down across her face.

She felt her pantie being slid free of her ankle. She lifted her feet out of the shower tray so her bottom could slue forward on the tile allowing her to lie on her back with the piss cyclosis over her face and chest. She prayed he would n't hit her again as she spread her legs as wide as she could.

'Good girl !'he exclaimed in surprisal. He ran his hired hand up the inside of her second joint, then his fingerbreadth tenderly explored between her labia for a few mo before he ran his men back down her peg to her ankles.

Cathy closed her eyes rigorous and tried to let her body go limp, wishing him to get it all over with. Without warning he grasped both ankles and dragged her out of the exhibitor on her back. The back of her nous was bashed against the heavily tiled edge of the exhibitioner carrell base as he dragged her across to the sitting elbow room.

Stunned for several seconds she came to feeling two of his fingers massaging gently mysterious inside her vagina. She kept her eyes closed wishing she had stayed unconscious. The digit of his other bridge player lightly explored her bay window then her bosom. Her nipples hardened and she realised she was becoming moist down below. She knew she ought to be ashamed, on the other bridge player perhaps it would make the seemingly inevitable Brassica napus less painful.

By the clip he withdrew his fingers and eased his stiffly erect cock in she was becoming ineffectual to keep her responses to his touch under control. Anyway, she excused herself, she must do nothing to antagonize him if she was to head off further beatings. As he thrust deep into her she arched her physical structure against his, telling herself she was trying to push him off with her hip joint but, in realty, just forcing his cock even deeper inside her.

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

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

Cathy lay still sprawled on her back, arms and branch spread. She felt strangely content, due no doubt to the promise 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 succeeding to her. She kept her eyes shut. He wiped her face with a damp flannel. She winced when he accidentally touched her broken horn in.

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

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

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

She silently prayed that now he would pull up stakes.

'You ca n't go out in that State Department'he said gently .'I think you 're going to get a couple of blackamoor 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 boxershorts and closet. He would n't recover much, she was almost destitute anyway - but no incertitude the dickhead would even steal next calendar 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 bin bags.

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

He spent several minutes busy in her bedchamber before emerging with two half full bin bags. She gazed uncomprehendingly as he put them down by the doorway then went to the bathroom. He re-emerged carrying her soiled and soaked jersey and pants and dropped them into the top of one of the old bag.

'My clothes !'Cathy screamed, realising with horror what was in the traveling bag, but she froze as he turned towards her with clenched fist.

'Just to get sure enough you do n't decide to go wandering off until you 're skillful'he explained kindly .'I 'll stay fresh them safe for you .'

'I 've got your straw man door key here, so no motivation to leave the room access open for me'he said as he finally left'I 'll be back at tea time my dearest .'

Cathy finally breathed a sigh of alleviation. Than God he was obviously one-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 half killed !

But she needed to await to piss for certain he was well clear first. And her head injury. And she still felt a bit tired of. She would await ten minute.

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