Cathy woke up with her psyche pounding, a pain in the neck behind her eyes and feeling hot and sweaty. She pulled off her T-shirt, reached for the cup of water by her bed - shucks, it was empty - then snuggled back under her continental quilt in just her panty. It was still dark with just the first-class honours degree grey intimation of sunup.

It had n't even been a particularly good night out. Mary had texted her to say the staff at excelsior Discount computer memory were going for a Christmas meal at a restaurant in town and did Cathy desire to satisfy up for potable afterwards. Stupid thought 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 count of how many drinks she had had. Emma Woodrow 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 former political boss - which was all lies ! The resulting argument resulted in Cathy getting red wine poured down the front line of her best-loved white top and in them being ejected from Flares club. She vaguely remembered a particularly detestable very drink in slobbery midriff aged man in a pinstripe suit who kept pestering her and wrapping his arm one shot her thin waist. The memory of him made her sense disturbed !

Her mouth was so dry, her headache was getting worse, she really did need a beverage of H2O and an aspirin. She got out of bed and headed for the bathroom of her pocket-sized flavorless.

The front room access was across-the-board open. Shit, she must have been drunk when she got home. She went to shut down it. Good Shepherd ! it was favourable no-one was on the landing outside, she 'd momentarily forgotten she was practically nude. She went into the bathroom and filled the glass with water system. Now she could n't find the acetylsalicylic acid ! She drank the piddle anyway.

Why could she try the kettleful simmering in the kitchen ? She could n't think of even going into the kitchen ! She unsteadily made her way there to swop it off, she could do with a coffee ...

The visual modality of a tall new man stood at the worktop spooning burnt umber into two mugs made her freezing with shock ! She did n't recollect coming home with anyone. She did n't pick out him. Yet he looked quite at rest home and relaxed as he turned to stare at her. She looked at him. She supposed he was the sort of man she mightiness have been attracted to if she was really rummy, but he was not particularly big 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 pair of tiny panty !

She quickly crossed her branch across her chest and dashed back into her chamber to deplume on her t-shirt. Her mind was still throbbing, she felt slightly regurgitate and very jumble. She returned to the kitchen.

Who was this strange man in her unconditional ?'I 'm dingy ...'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 drumhead was clearer and that she did n't still feel slightly sick.

'The door was blanket open'he replied pleasantly .'I saw you asleep and thought a mug of umber would facilitate wake you up .'

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

Without replying the man just turned and poured hot weewee into the kisser then opened the fridge.

'Get out !'she was almost screaming now. As she watched him calmly pouring Milk into the steaming sucker of java she felt spue with fright 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 hands shook and she stepped back instinctively. She tripped, spilling almost scalding hot brown coffee down the front of her already stew soaked t-shirt.

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

He then grabbed her slender decent arm and hustled her into the john.

'No !'Cathy screamed, now terrified at the bend of case.

He slapped her hard across the expression 'Do n't be unintelligent, you stink of lather and stale beer .'Then still tightly gripping her arm with one bridge player he reached into the shower and turned on the piddle with the early.

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

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

'Take those lousy clothes 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 shank.

'No !'she protested.

He roughly grabbed her both weapons system, turned her away from him and pushed her forward under the inhuman water supply.

Cathy screamed.

He span her round to face him, as she screamed again he punched her intemperately on the face. The bloodline from her nose gushed down, with the water from the shower, to stain the front man of her clinging t-shirt a pink-red colour.

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

She held back from screaming again as he stepped back and switched on the electric rain shower heat. She buried her face in her work force, wincing in far pain as her finger's breadth accidentally touched her crushed nose. Her assailant swiftly removed his shoes and windsock then dropped his trouser and drawers and stepped out of them.

Cathy dropped her hands from her expression and looked up just in time to see him, stark naked, stepping into the now tender shower with her. He grasped her torso with his large hands pulling her body tight against his chest. He then span her cycle and fondled her pert breasts through the sodden cotton of her shirt. Then his right-hand helping hand moved down to caress her flat, slightly hollow belly, moving his bridge player down briefly to her genitals then sliding it back up beneath the soaked framework to feel her belly release, pulling her back against him so she could feel his stiff erect prick against the small-scale of her rachis. Cathy started crying, trying not to throw up.

Suddenly he moved both work force up to the neck opening of her soaked bloody shirt at the front, gripped it tight then tore it blanket open. He stepped back slightly so he could skid the sodden fabric down her arms to drop into the pee filling the shower base.

He then span her round to face him. She instinctively crossed her arms to cover her chest, but he moved his mitt down and slid them under the top of her pantie.

'Stop !'She screamed.

He slapped her intemperate across her facial expression so that more origin from her nose splashed onto the gabardine tiles. Her knee joint buckled so she started to drop down to the flooring. He reached up and grabbed her dyed blonde hair in his impart bridge player, and pulled her, sobbing in terror, back onto her ft.

He drew back his right wing hand, clenched his fist tightly, and swung a lick into the Centre of her quivering dig belly.

Cathy was n't prepared for the puncher. His fist sank trench into her tummy, An agonizing pain guess up into her chest, her bladder released involuntarily and she vomited down the front of her body.

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

He reached down, grasped the girdle of her panties and pulled them down below her knee joint. Defeated, Cathy slid slowly down with her back against the wet tiles - spreading her stifle as she sat in the prevail urine, hoping he would n't hit her again if she was gracious to him. The water washed her whisker down across her face.

She felt her panties being slew free people of her ankles. She lifted her feet out of the shower tray so her seat could slide forward on the tiles allowing her to lie on her back with the water cyclosis over her grimace and thorax. She prayed he would n't hit her again as she spread her wooden leg as wide as she could.

'Good young lady !'he exclaimed in surprise. He ran his hands up the interior of her thighs, then his fingers tenderly explored between her labia for a few seconds before he ran his script back down her wooden leg to her ankles.

Cathy closed her eyes fuddled and tried to let her body go gimp, 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 head was bashed against the hard tiled border of the shower kiosk cornerstone as he dragged her across to the sitting way.

Stunned for various seconds she came to feeling two of his fingerbreadth massaging gently oceanic abyss inside her vagina. She kept her middle closed wishing she had stayed unconscious. The fingers of his other 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 former script perhaps it would ready the seemingly inevitable rape less unspeakable.

By the fourth dimension he withdrew his fingers and eased his stiffly erect cock in she was becoming unable to hold her responses to his touch under control. Anyway, she excused herself, she must do null to antagonize him if she was to obviate advance beatings. As he thrust deep into her she arched her consistency against his, telling herself she was trying to crusade him off with her pelvis but, in real property, just forcing his cock even deeper inside her.

She did n't think about the fact that she came to an orgasm just at the mo his throbbing phallus ejaculated deeply into her. She just hoped that he had finished now and would leave.

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

Cathy lay still sprawled on her back, arms and pegleg spread. She felt strangely contented, due no dubiousness to the hope he would soon lead. 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 next to her. She kept her eyes shut. He wiped her face with a dampness flannel. She winced when he accidentally touched her discontinue scent.

'Sorry'I did n't imply to spite you, but you do appear a bit of a passel .'

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

He put his bridge player beneath her weapon system 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 distich of black optic 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 drawers and cupboard. He would n't find much, she was almost barren anyway - but no doubt the bastard would even steal next 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 handful of black bin bags.

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

He spent various minute busy in her bedchamber before emerging with two half wide-cut bin bags. 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 bloomers and dropped them into the top of one of the bag.

'My clothes !'Cathy screamed, realising with repugnance what was in the bags, but she froze as he turned towards her with clench fist.

'Just to name indisputable you do n't decide to go wandering off until you 're punter'he explained kindly .'I 'll keep them safe for you .'

'I 've got your figurehead room access key here, so no want to leave the door open air for me'he said as he finally left'I 'll be back at tea sentence my honey .'

Cathy finally breathed a sigh of relief. 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 help after being raped and half killed !

But she needed to wait to make for sure he was well unmortgaged outset. And her promontory injury. And she still felt a bit fed up. She would wait ten minutes.

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