She laid out, bent over her desk for what seemed to be an eternity. Her body shook from the pain he caused, and she spent several minutes wiping tears from her eyes and regaining her composure. Her holes burned and ached, her ass especially. He'd been disgustingly rough with her, and she wouldn't forget it. She wondered if Scott had heard any of the commotion, and if he'd be forgiving in the morning.
After a good while, she finally stood herself up. His fluids oozed from her pussy and her ass, cascading down her legs. She felt disgusting from the fluid flow, but she hurt so much she didn't care. She once again collected her things, but this time, she walked slowly, gingerly, with a slight limp out of the building to her car in the lot. She eased herself into the driver's seat, wincing as her hips and butt made contact with the foam and fabric. She was so incredibly sore, it hurt to sit down. She took a moment before she started her car, but once she had, she took the longest 8 minute drive back to her home she had ever experienced. Climbing out of the car was torturous, and she did it one slow movement at a time.
Her evening consisted of a long soak in a warm bath and a triple whiskey neat with honey and cherry syrup. She hadn't bothered to fix supper because she had no appetite. As she laid in her bath, her mind wandered through the events of the day. Her breasts, pussy, and asshole ached from the abuse she endured all day. She noticed bruising around her nipples, and her skin unveiled slowly developing bruised fingerprints on her breast tissue, no doubt from her encouter in the conference room and events after. She heavily considered abandoning her job. Who suffers through abuse like this, just for a paycheck? The only thought keeping her from leaving the boss a voicemail was Scott's essence. It convinced her to come back in the morning, at least one more time. Maybe he'd punish Tom for his aggression and harming her. Maybe he wouldn't. She wanted to text him to tell him about the damage, but stopped herself because it wasn't appropriate use of his contact information. He'd given it to her for business purposes only, not for personal complaints.
She closed her eyes as she soaked, quieting her mind. Eventually, she pulled the drain plug and sat up slowly. She felt better, but still ached in all the places. She climbed out and dried herself with a thick, fluffy towel. She brushed her hair and teeth, and completed her skincare routine.
She retreated to her luxurious bed, and sat on the edge for the final touches. She caressed her skin with lotion, and rubbed her nipples and sensitive holes with Vaseline with a hope the skin would heal somewhat overnight. As she drifted into sleep, her mind was filled with images of the abuse and assault from the day, and anticipated what she may receive tomorrow. This made for an up and down, interrupted night of sleep that was not restorative to her psyche, or her body.