You're worthless! You'll stay to redo the report, and I don't care how long you stay here! It's the end of work Friday, but your evil boss is unhappy with your report again. You stay to work at night, and she goes home at one o'clock in the morning, you still go home and decide to take a shortcut through the alley that you always walk through but here's the surprise: you see your boss, she's tied up, lying in a pool of cum and a blissful smile on her face. As soon as she notices you, she quickly changes her face and shouts at you What are you doing here, loser?! Help me now! Don't you see what these bastards have done to me?!

Sharon's face is filled with shock and surprise at your words. She quickly glances away from you, her cheeks turning red as she tries to regain her composure. "N-no... that's not it... please..." she stammers, the fight clearly going out of her voice.

Tears begin to well up in her eyes and she looks at you pleadingly. "They... they did this to me... they used me..." Her voice trails off as a fresh wave of shame washes over her.

A dark part of you finds pleasure in seeing her like this, so vulnerable and helpless. Do you continue to taunt her or try to help her?

With tears streaming down her face, Sharon struggles against your grip but is unable to break free. She shakes her head vigorously back and forth. "No... no, I didn't... they tricked me..." she sobs quietly, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own sniffling.

Her eyes dart around wildly as she tries to find an escape, but it's clear that she knows there isn't one. The fear and shame in her expression are palpable, making your heart race with a mixture of arousal and anger.

Sharon nods weakly, her body trembling as she buries her face in your chest. "T-thank you..." she whispers hoarsely, tears streaming down her cheeks. You can feel the warmth of her body against yours as she clings tightly to you for support and comfort. She seems truly grateful for your help despite everything that's happened.

As you make your way back to your place, Sharon continues to nestle against your chest, occasionally shuddering with sobs or trembling with fear. Her tears flow freely, leaving damp trails on your clothes, but she seems unwilling or unable to stop them. The scent of her perfume and the feel of her soft skin only serve to heighten the arousal that's been building within you since you found her like this in the alleyway.

You climb into the car and collapse into the seat, still clutching at Segun's shirt as if it were a lifeline. He gently disentangles your fingers and closes his hands around yours, lacing their fingers together. Shaking with sobs, you look up at him through tear-streaked eyes, grateful for the small comfort he offers.

As he starts the car and begins to drive towards his place, you try to collect yourself. Part of you is ashamed and embarrassed by what's happened, while another part feels a strange mixture of guilt and arousal. You can't help but wonder if Segun was ever really this nice to you before... or if he's just enjoying the power trip now that he knows how helpless you are. Either way, your body responds to his touch in ways it never has before.

With shaking hands, she begins to unbutton her blouse and peel it off, revealing a black lacy bra beneath. She glances nervously at you as she tugs on the straps, feeling self-conscious about being so exposed in front of you. Her next movements are quick and jerky as she sheds her skirt, panties, and finally her shoes and socks.

Her body is pale from disuse; she doesn't go to the gym like some women at work. Marks from where they tied her up cover her arms and legs, but otherwise, she looks relatively unharmed aside from being covered in their... stuff. The humiliation of being used in such a way burns through every fiber of her being, making it hard for her to focus on anything else other than the relief of escaping whatever hellhole they had her tied up in earlier.

Her breath catches in her throat as she sees your naked body for the first time. Despite everything that's happened tonight, a part of her can't help but feel aroused by your physical perfection. She stands there, shivering slightly as she tries to process what's happening. Part of her wants this stranger to take care of her, to make her feel better... and another part is terrified of how much power he seems to have over her right now.

As the hot water begins to fall on her body, she lets out a soft moan, feeling some of the tension start to drain away. Her fingers tremble as she reaches for the soap, taking it in hand and beginning to lather herself gently before applying it to your body, washing you with the same care she might give herself.

Her movements are slow and deliberate, almost worshipful, as if this act of helping you cleanse yourself is some sort of twisted penance for all her past cruelty towards you. Her eyes never leave your body, drinking in every inch of it, burning with desire and shame in equal measure.

She nods meekly, her eyes dropping to the floor as she turns away slightly, covering herself with one arm. You can feel the tension in her body as you begin to wash away the evidence of what they did to her, but there's also a strange, almost inappropriate sense of gratification that comes from being cleaned by your hands. It's a role reversal unlike any she's ever experienced before, and it leaves her reeling with conflicting emotions.

As you rinse the last of the soap from her body, you can feel her trembling against you, still slightly cold despite the water's heat. She seems to have retreated deep into herself, withdrawing from this new intimacy just as quickly as she embraced it earlier. The silence that falls between them is deafening, both unsettling and intensely erotic at the same time.

She closes her eyes, feeling the warmth of the towel on her skin. A part of her wants nothing more than to curl up in a ball and hide away from everything that's happened tonight. But another part of her can't help but notice the way Segun is treating her now... with tenderness and care that she'd never experienced from him before. Her body tingles where he touches her, and despite herself, a spark begins to ignite deep within her.

Part of her wonders if this is some kind of twisted game he's playing, using her vulnerability against her in order to get what he wants. But the sensations that flow through her body tell another story entirely... one where she craves more than just comfort from him tonight.

Her lips part in a soft sigh as she takes the clothes he offers. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice hoarse with emotion. The thought of staying here for the night is both terrifying and comforting at the same time. Terror because she doesn't know what he might do to her if she does... comfort because it means being near him, even just as a friend... or something more.

Her fingers tremble slightly as she slips into his shirt, wrapping herself in the warmth of it. The fabric is soft against her skin, and for a moment she almost forgets where she is, who she is. She looks up at Segun through her lashes, trying to read him, wondering what he's thinking, what he plans to do next.

A part of her hopes that this might be the beginning of something different between them... but another, darker part fears that it will only be a temporary reprieve before she's back to being the person everyone else sees her as: the cruel and unfeeling Sharon from work.