“Let me go, please…” Meredith’s voice trembles, barely above a whisper as she pleads desperately with the man. Heather’s eyes are locked onto Meredith, watching for every reaction, savoring the effect she’s had on her. Heather stood over Meredith’s trembling form, a triumphant smirk playing at the corners of her mouth as she forced the pledge’s chin up with cruel fingers. Meredith’s pleasure builds despite herself, her body betraying her most intimate responses. The grandeur of space seemed to amplify every step she took. She wants to hear Meredith beg for it. Heather slowly sucked each finger into her mouth and swirled her tongue around them to capture every last drop. She smiled at Meredith with a gentleness that softened the otherwise dominant nature of her personality. She squeezes her eyes shut, unable to watch as the last of the men disrobe. Heather licks her lips, a wicked gleam in her eyes as she watches Meredith squirm in the man’s grip.
