The musky scent of her arousal perfumes the air. The scent of the arousal was heavy. Heather’s hand fists in Meredith’s hair, holding her in place as she grinds harder, chasing her own pleasure. Heather grinned at the effect she’s having. Meredith thrashed wildly in the man’s iron grip, desperate to escape the dual violation. Before Meredith could process the implication, Heather reached down and spread her lips wide apart, gaping her vagina lewdly. The room spins around her as her sobs wrack her slender body. Meredith whimpers weakly, barely conscious after the brutal gang rape. “Beg for it then. She brought the digit to her mouth, making a show of licking it clean. This was just the beginning of Meredith’s final initiation. Her palms pressing lightly against her knees. A third football player, a hulking Latino man with a snake tattoo coiling up his muscled arm, stepped forward and handed Heather a large, clear glass jug.
