The contrast of her hairless mound against her porcelain skin only serves to emphasize her youth and vulnerability in this degrading scenario. It oozes out around the stretched edges, mixing with the bright red blood that still trickles from the lacerations inflicted by their brutal thrusting. Heather’s spine curled back, pushing her breasts forward as she rolled and pinched her hard nipples between her fingers. In the center of the room, a plush velvet couch in dark wine-colored hue faced two tufted armchairs set in front of a coffee table piled high with glossy fashion magazines and two dog-eared notebooks sporting the sorority’s Greek letters embossed in gold. Meredith shrieked again at the brutal reinvasion, her small vagina. The once proud and ambitious pledge now looked utterly broken, utterly at the mercy of Heather’s cruel whims. She captured Meredith’s lips in a searing, passionate French kiss. His eyes, dark as pitch, glinted with a sadistic light as he drank in Meredith’s terror like a man parched. The camera zooms in, filling the frame with a closeup shot of Meredith’s ravaged, twitching hole, streams of blood, semen and vaginal juices oozing out and dripping onto the sofa beneath.
