Heather smiled, a rare, natural smile to her lips. Heather’s eyes flashed with a predatory glint as she drank in the shocked yet fascinating expression on Meredith’s face. Yet, her struggles only seemed to excite Heather more. Make sure you get it all on film.” Heather said. This was just the beginning of Meredith’s final initiation. “Y-your pussy… Her hips buck involuntarily, torn between the instinct to escape and the traitorous urge to grind against Heather’s skillful mouth. “All this yummy spunk would be wasted otherwise,” Heather said. The men with camcorders, the isolated location, Meredith’s complete vulnerability and despair – it was all going according to Heather’s cruel design. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the pleasure began to ebb. Her body shook uncontrollably, the tremors wracking through her slender frame as if she were freezing. The camera zoomed in on Meredith’s tear stained face, her eyes wide with horror and disgust at the thought of being forced to drink the sperm of the men violating her.
