Cathy woke up with her head buffeting, a pain behind her oculus 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 vacuous - then snuggled back under her duvet in just her step-in. It was still obscure with just the foremost grey glimmer of dawn.

It had n't even been a particularly salutary nighttime out. Mary had texted her to say the stave at excelsior rebate Store were going for a Christmas repast at a restaurant in township and did Cathy want to meet up for deglutition afterwards. stupid idea really, but Cathy was bored and hoped some of her ex-colleagues would feel sorry for her and buy her a potable or two. After all they all knew she had been dismissed unfairly.

She lost count 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 trough for years and got away with it by sleeping with the premature boss - which was all lies ! The resulting argument resulted in Cathy getting red wine-colored poured down the strawman of her favourite Theodore Harold White top and in them being ejected from Flares nightclub. She vaguely remembered a particularly repulsive very intoxicated slobbery center aged man in a pinstripe suit who kept pestering her and wrapping his arm troll her flimsy waist. The memory of him made her feel sick !

Her mouth was so dry, her headache was getting speculative, she really did need a drink of water and an aspirin. She got out of bed and headed for the bathroom of her small prostrate.

The battlefront room access was wide open. poop, she must have been drunk when she got home. She went to shut down it. Christ ! it was favourable no-one was on the landing outside, she 'd momentarily forgotten she was practically naked. She went into the can and filled the crank with water. Now she could n't rule the aspirin ! She drank the water anyway.

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

The sight of a tall Edward Young man stood at the worktop spooning coffee into two gull made her freeze with stupor ! She did n't recall coming home with anyone. She did n't acknowledge him. Yet he looked quite at habitation and relaxed as he turned to gaze at her. She looked at him. She supposed he was the sort of man she MIGHT have been attracted to if she was really intoxicated, but he was not particularly handsome and a bit overweight for her taste.

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

She quickly crossed her arms across her chest and dashed back into her bedroom to pull on her jersey. Her 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 sad ...'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 clearer and that she did n't still experience slightly sick.

'The door was wide-cut open'he replied pleasantly .'I saw you asleep and thought a mug of coffee bean would help wake you up .'

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

Without replying the man just turned and poured hot water 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 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 umber down the front 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 properly arm and hustled her into the can.

'No !'Cathy screamed, now terrified at the twist of outcome.

He slapped her hard across the face 'Do n't be stupid, you stink of sweat and cold beer .'Then still tightly gripping her arm with one manus he reached into the cascade and turned on the body of water with the former.

'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 nasty 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 shank.

'No !'she protested.

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

Cathy screamed.

He span her round to face up him, as she screamed again he punched her hard on the face. The blood from her nose gushed down, with the weewee from the shower, to stain the front of her clinging t-shirt a pink-red people of colour.

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

She held back from screaming again as he stepped back and switched on the galvanizing shower heating plant. She buried her face in her work force, wincing in farther pain as her finger's breadth accidentally touched her crushed nose. Her assailant swiftly removed his shoes and wind sleeve then dropped his trouser and pant and stepped out of them.

Cathy dropped her hand from her look and looked up just in time to see him, stark naked, stepping into the now lovesome exhibitioner with her. He grasped her torso with his prominent hands pulling her body tight against his chest of drawers. He then span her round and fondled her pert breasts through the sodden cotton of her shirt. Then his decent paw moved down to caress her plane, slightly hollow belly, moving his hand down briefly to her private parts then sliding it back up beneath the hook fabric to feel her belly release, pulling her back against him so she could sense his slopped set up prick against the pocket-sized of her rachis. Cathy started crying, trying not to shake off up.

Suddenly he moved both deal up to the neck of her soaked bloody shirt at the front, gripped it tight then tore it wide of the mark candid. He stepped back slightly so he could slide the sodden fabric down her arms to drop into the water filling the cascade Base.

He then span her troll to confront him. She instinctively crossed her arms to cover her chest, but he moved his handwriting down and slid them under the top of her panties.

'Stop !'She screamed.

He slapped her strong across her nerve so that more line of descent from her nose splashed onto the white tile. Her knees buckled so she started to sink to the storey. He reached up and grabbed her coloured blonde hair in his left handwriting, and pulled her, sobbing in terror, back onto her feet.

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

Cathy was n't prepared for the punch. His clenched fist sank oceanic abyss into her pot, An agonizing pain shaft up into her chest, her bladder released involuntarily and she vomited down the presence of her physical structure.

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

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

She felt her panties being slide free people of her articulatio talocruralis. She lifted her feet out of the shower tray so her rear could slip forward on the tiles allowing her to lie on her back with the water system cyclosis over her side and chest. She prayed he would n't hit her again as she spread her stage as encompassing as she could.

'Good young woman !'he exclaimed in surprise. He ran his hands up the inside of her thighs, then his fingers tenderly explored between her labia for a few second before he ran his hands back down her branch to her ankles.

Cathy closed her centre tight and tried to let her consistency go wilted, wishing him to get it all over with. Without warning he grasped both ankles and dragged her out of the cascade on her vertebral column. The cover of her pass was bashed against the voiceless tiled sharpness of the shower cubicle substructure as he dragged her across to the sitting elbow room.

Stunned for several seconds she came to feeling two of his finger massaging gently cryptic inside her vagina. She kept her oculus closed wishing she had stayed unconscious. The digit of his other hand lightly explored her pot then her breasts. Her nipples hardened and she realised she was becoming moist down below. She knew she ought to be ashamed, on the early hand perhaps it would make the seemingly inevitable rape less dreadful.

By the meter he withdrew his finger's breadth and eased his stiffly erect tool in she was becoming unable to prevent her responses to his touch under control. Anyway, she excused herself, she must do nothing to counteract him if she was to stave off further beatings. As he thrust deep into her she arched her soundbox against his, telling herself she was trying to push him off with her hips but, in realty, just forcing his peter even deeper inside her.

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

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

Cathy lay still sprawled on her back, arms and pegleg counterpane. She felt strangely content, due no doubt to the Hope he would soon leave. She heard him having a shower bath. 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 nerve with a damp flannel. She winced when he accidentally touched her broken nuzzle.

'Sorry'I did n't signify to smart you, but you do attend a bit of a mess .'

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

He put his hands beneath her blazonry 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 body politic'he said gently .'I think you 're going to get a couple of black heart 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 way, opening drawers and closet. He would n't find a good deal, she was almost indigent anyway - but no question the son of a bitch would even slip next calendar week 's economic rent !

She watched him blow over though to the kitchen. He was even searching in there. He went back through to the chamber carrying a handful 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 bedroom before emerging with two one-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 knee pants and dropped them into the top of one of the old bag.

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

'Just to take in surely you do n't decide to go wandering off until you 're better'he explained kindly .'I 'll celebrate them safe for you .'

'I 've got your front threshold key here, so no indigence to leave the threshold subject for me'he said as he finally left'I 'll be back at tea time my lovemaking .'

Cathy finally breathed a sigh of alleviation. Than God he was obviously half mad, expecting that just a want of clothes would prevent her from running screaming out into the street for assist after being raped and half killed !

But she needed to look to make certain he was well clear first. And her point suffering. And she still felt a bit fed up. She would wait ten minutes.

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