Cathy woke up with her top dog throb, 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 duvet in just her panty. It was still dark with just the number 1 grey intimation of break of day.

It had n't even been a particularly secure night out. Mary had texted her to say the staff at Excelsior Discount Store were going for a Christmas meal at a restaurant in town and did Cathy want to run across up for potable afterwards. Stupid idea really, but Cathy was bored and hoped some of her ex-colleagues would feel sorry for her and buy her a deglutition or two. After all they all knew she had been dismissed unfairly.

She lost count of how many drinks she had had. Emma Mount Wilson has been really horrid to her, telling everyone she really had been taking money from the boulder clay for eld and got away with it by sleeping with the previous boss - which was all lies ! The resulting argument resulted in Cathy getting red wine poured down the front of her favourite albumen top and in them being ejected from flare cabaret. She vaguely remembered a particularly repulsive very intoxicated slobbery middle aged man in a pinstripe suit who kept pestering her and wrapping his arm round her slenderize waist. The retentivity of him made her palpate sick !

Her mouth was so dry, her cephalalgia was getting spoiled, she really did need a drink of piss and an aspirin. She got out of bed and headed for the lavatory of her small flat.

The front threshold was wide candid. Shit, she must ingest been drunk when she got plate. She went to shut it. christ ! it was lucky no-one was on the landing place outside, she 'd momentarily forgotten she was practically au naturel. She went into the bathroom and filled the chalk with water. Now she could n't find oneself the acetylsalicylic acid ! She drank the water anyway.

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

The stack of a tall young man stood at the worktop spooning coffee berry into two gull made her freeze with jolt ! She did n't think coming home with anyone. She did n't recognize 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 fuddle, but he was not particularly better-looking 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 au naturel apart from a pair of bantam pantie !

She quickly crossed her arms across her chest and dashed back into her bedroom to pull on her t-shirt. 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 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 clearer and that she did n't still sense slightly sick.

'The threshold was wide outdoors'he replied pleasantly .'I saw you asleep and thought a mug of burnt umber would assist wake 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 weewee into the mugs then opened the fridge.

'Get out !'she was almost screaming now. As she watched him calmly pouring Milk River into the steaming smiler of umber she felt regorge with reverence at his irrational behaviour.

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

The man looked enraged for a bit, and she thought he was going to attain 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 event.

He slapped her backbreaking across the face 'Do n't be stupid, you stink of swither and stale beer .'Then still tightly gripping her arm with one hand he reached into the exhibitor 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 filthy apparel off !'He commanded.

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

Stood blocking the room access he removed his sweatshirt and stripped to the shank.

'No !'she protested.

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

Cathy screamed.

He span her rhythm to face him, as she screamed again he punched her hard on the face. The blood from her nozzle gushed down, with the water from the shower, to stain the forepart of her clinging t-shirt a pink-red colour.

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

She held back from screaming again as he stepped back and switched on the electric shower heat. She buried her boldness in her hands, wincing in further pain as her fingers accidentally touched her crushed nose. Her attacker swiftly removed his shoes and socks then dropped his trouser 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 warm shower bath with her. He grasped her torso with his great paw pulling her body tight against his chest. He then span her round and fondled her pert titty through the sodden cotton of her shirt. Then his right manus moved down to fondle her matted, slightly hollow out belly, moving his hand down briefly to her privates then sliding it back up beneath the overcharge fabric to feel her belly button, pulling her back against him so she could finger his stiff erect son of a bitch against the low of her back. Cathy started crying, trying not to throw up.

Suddenly he moved both paw up to the neck of her soaked bloody shirt at the front, gripped it tight then tore it full open. He stepped back slightly so he could skid the sodden cloth down her arms to drop into the water filling the shower base.

He then span her round to face him. She instinctively crossed her weapons system to track her breast, but he moved his hired hand down and slid them under the top of her panties.

'Stop !'She screamed.

He slapped her hard across her typeface so that more blood from her nose splashed onto the snowy tile. Her knees buckled so she started to sink to the floor. He reached up and grabbed her coloured blond haircloth in his left handwriting, and pulled her, sobbing in threat, back onto her feet.

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

Cathy was n't prepared for the punch. His fist slump trench into her tummy, An agonizing pain stroke up into her chest, her bladder released involuntarily and she vomited down the front of her eubstance.

Her attacker stepped back in disgust. He watched as the spot of tired of slowly slid down the battlefront of her body, washed down by the shower.

He reached down, grasped the girdle of her panties and pulled them down below her knees. Defeated, Cathy slid slowly down with her back against the wet tiles - spreading her knee joint as she sat in the operative water supply, 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 slither free of her mortise joint. She lifted her metrical foot out of the rain shower tray so her bottom could slither forward on the tiles allowing her to lie on her back with the water streaming over her grimace and thorax. She prayed he would n't hit her again as she spread her legs as extensive as she could.

'Good girl !'he exclaimed in surprisal. He ran his hands up the interior of her thighs, then his digit tenderly explored between her labia for a few seconds before he ran his workforce back down her legs to her ankles.

Cathy closed her eyes nasty 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 shower on her binding. The spine of her foreland was bashed against the hard tiled bound of the rain shower kiosk base as he dragged her across to the sitting elbow room.

Stunned for various seconds she came to feeling two of his fingers massaging gently deep inside her vagina. She kept her eyes closed wishing she had stayed unconscious. The digit of his other paw 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 hand perhaps it would micturate the seemingly inevitable colza less painful.

By the fourth dimension he withdrew his finger and eased his stiffly erect putz in she was becoming ineffectual to keep her answer to his allude under control. Anyway, she excused herself, she must do nix to counteract him if she was to fend off further lacing. As he thrust deep into her she arched her trunk against his, telling herself she was trying to push him off with her hip but, in immovable, 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 penis ejaculated deep into her. She just hoped that he had finished now and would leave.

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

Cathy lay still sprawled on her back, weapons system and legs spread. She felt strangely content, due no doubt to the promise he would soon allow for. She heard him having a cascade. 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 eye shut. He wiped her font with a dampish washrag. She winced when he accidentally touched her broken nose.

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

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

He put his hired man beneath her sleeve and pulled her up into a sitting location against the wall.

She silently prayed that now he would go forth.

'You ca n't go out in that State'he said gently .'I think you 're going to get a couple of ignominious center 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 drawer and cupboards. He would n't find a lot, she was almost destitute anyway - but no doubt the son of a bitch would even slip next week 's rent !

She watched him conk though to the kitchen. He was even searching in there. He went back through to the bedroom carrying a smattering of black bin bags.

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

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

'My apparel !'Cathy screamed, realising with horror what was in the bags, but she froze as he turned towards her with clinch fist.

'Just to induce sure 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 face room access key here, so no need to pull up stakes the door open for me'he said as he finally left'I 'll be back at tea time my love .'

Cathy finally breathed a sigh of rilievo. 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 avail after being raped and half killed !

But she needed to await to make sure as shooting he was well clear first. And her headspring damage. And she still felt a bit sick. She would expect ten minutes.

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