The Initiation of India Summer

India Summer just crawled out of a week in the basement with one shot left to earn her collar. She’s hungry. Kayla West is already waiting—pretty little fuck-meat who gets wet from being called names. We hand the smaller girl over and let India run the show. She pins Kayla down, spreads her ass, and feeds that tight hole to Karlo’s thick cock while the crowd howls for blood and cum. Kayla whimpers and pushes back; India slaps her ass raw and makes her take every inch. No warm-up. No mercy. India owns her for the night, shoving Kayla’s face into the floor and holding her open so Karlo can pound her deeper, harder, until the House collar snaps around India’s throat and she finally belongs.