Bells chimed as the door closed behind Tanya. The room was dim, lit only by the candles held by seven cloaked figures circled around the padded central chair. Somewhere in the room burned incense, the floral aroma wafting through the air.

“This is your last chance to turn back,” a cool voice said; she couldn’t tell whose. “Is your commitment strong?”

Tanya took a deep breath to steady herself, bringing the incense into her nose and deep into her lungs. She took another look at the anonymous figures around her, their chins slightly illuminated by the faint flickering flames. “It is.”

“Then strip and be seated.”

Tanya did so, the air warm against her exposed flesh. In this near darkness, she could barely see the skin she would be offering to the Circle. She sat in the chair, allowing her full weight to be supported by the invisible black vinyl.

One cloak drifted forward and placed its candle on a nearby stand, casting a warm glow across her middle. The cloak grasped her jaw roughly, forcing it open and inserting a pill that tasted slightly of strawberries.

“Swallow.”

Tanya obeyed. Instantly, a surge of excitement and joy jolted down her spine.

“Legs spread.”

Tanya obeyed. Despite the warmth of the room, she felt her nipples tighten.

“Do you accept pain in Her name?” The cloak produced a thick, pointed object.

“My suffering is Her pleasure.” She felt her pussy start to moisten.

“Do you vow to carry Her always?” The cloak leaned forward, the point of its tool drawing close to Tanya’s freshly shaved crotch.

“I shall bear Her night and day, in body, spirit, and mind.” Her heart pounded. It was really happening.

“Then let it be done,” the cloak stated. “Praise be to Her.”

“Praise be to Her,” the Circle chanted, and Tanya along with them.

She grasped the sides of her chair, white-knuckle, as she felt the tattoo pen touch her vacant flesh. She gasped in simultaneous pleasure and pain, burning within and without.

“Praise be to Her,” the cloak repeated.

“Praise be to Her,” the Circle echoed. The words came unbidden and ragged from Tanya’s throat; even after they left, they danced across her lips.

“Praise be to Her,” the cloak continued.

“Praise be to Her,” came the sevenfold reply.

Slowly, agonizingly, ecstatically, tanya’s latest tattoo took shape in the darkness 💕.