Crystal heard the sounds of women greeting each other in a friendly manner, and then the voice of her mistress loudly shouting, "Slut, get over here." She obeyed, crawling out to meet her mistress in the foyer. There she saw five other women standing there, dressed in similar fetish gear as her own mistress, and each carried a leash. At the end of each leash was another girl, dressed almost identically to Crystal, except that each was in a different color. Crystal first saw the Asian girl in blue, who had a similar tattoo on the chest to hers.
All the other slaves looked at her meaningfully. Crystal was mortified. She could see, in their eyes, that they were telling her that they were previous victims of the black ink. They had suffered the curse, and Crystal was the latest victim.
One of the guest mistresses looked at Crystal and said, "You made a good choice, Diana. Where did you find this item?"
"Well, you know how I like to bring down the well-off college girls, right? I found it by scouting out the local college."
"That's where I found mine," said one of the other guests. "Had her for quite some time. Welcome to the coven, Diana!" And the other women applauded.
Another mistress, who appeared to be the leader of the group and the one whose slave was dressed in blue, stepped forward. "She will be initiated in the standard way," said the woman. She then said some words in another language that Crystal didn't understand, and the black ink began to form along one of the nearby walls, and a door appeared on the wall. The mistresses all led their slaves through the door that had just appeared.
Behind the door was an exiquisitely decorated room, very Victorian, with a table in the center, and straps on each corner of the table. Crystal instinctively knew what to do, but not why or what was going to happen to her. She was horrified at what she might be subjected to, but she did what she knew she had to anyway. She leaned forward, and one of the other slaves removed her panties. Then she crawled up onto the table and lay down spread eagle. She could see all the other slaves slightly. They had the same mixture of excitement and shame that she had. |