Servant Trap 2: Salon of the Gods (Patreon)

Sorry this one took so long - I wanted to get it right, and learned a few things about pacing myself along the way. Here it is, the first voter story:

(Contains Bimbofication, body modification, and general sluttification)

“The Goddess Ishtar has answered your summons. The Goddess of Beauty and she who governs victory. The harvest, battle, and destruction fall under my jurisdiction as well. Do your best to revere and..."

“Servant. Lancer. Mistress of the nether world, Ereshkigal. I have come in answer…”

There was a heavy pause as two very divine and very similar looking women stared at each other across a summoning circle, both of their introductions trailing off as they realized they were talking over one another. And then…

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!?"

What followed was, even by the standards of Cockaigne, a rather explosive welcoming party.

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"Our most humble apologies," her Master repeated for what must have been the seventh time. "We had no idea that in trying to summon you we would accidentally also summon your counterpart. Truly, the grail acts in very peculiar ways sometimes - a method of testing our faith perhaps. A trial we had to overcome in order to stand in your most magnificent presence."

Ishtar's red eyes glinted, and her smile was much alike to a shark that has just eaten - and yet was still considering another meal. "I suppose that I might be able to forgive the insult," she murmured, looking at her adorably human host's hands, flexing each finger in turn and feeling the power that flowed through each. "Imagine though, that little shut-in trying to take on the same form as me. The nerve!"

"It is a fine form, your benevolence."

"Well of course!" The goddess struck a pose, her hair flicking out behind her. "You expect anything less from Ishtar?" She looked down at herself. "Perhaps a little different, but she's excellent in her own way - I've no complaints."

"And nor do we, Mistress," her Master said, bowing hastily before resuming her walk, leading her new servant through the halls. "It will truly be a blessing - an unimaginable honour! - to have you present as such during our worship."

"Hm?" Ishtar didn't pause, far too confident for such a show of uncertainty, but one could sense her confusion. "Worship?" Of course she would gladly accept any followers, as any sensible god would, but this place did not feel like Mesopotamia. She hadn't expected any religion to focus on her as she was beyond that time and place - for even gods changed with their followers, after all - and yet...?

"Oh!" Her Master jumped and then blushed. "Forgive me, oh greatest start in the heavens - I thought the grail would explain."

The grail had been rather silent on the matter of why she had been summoned, come to think of it. In fact hadn't she expected to arrive in Babylon...?

"You see, Mistress, we here in Cockagine live in constant pleasure and satisfaction... but our lives were lacking something. A spiritual element. So together we explored the many divine pantheons for a message - a god who spoke to us. Who could embody our beliefs. And in the end, only one shining star of perfection stood out to us - the Mighty Ishtar, goddess of beauty and pleasure. You, your Gloriousness."

Ishtar blinked. Truly? An entire city of worshipers in this far off time? That seemed too good to be true. Far too good to be true, in fact. There had to be some kind of catch...

"In fact we've already prepared your temple - filled with riches and jewels of all kinds, of course."

The god's eyes lit up so brightly you could practically hear the bulbs ping.

"Oho~" She purred, concerns forgotten. "A temple? Well that’s certainly a start. Why don’t you show me, and I’ll judge if you’re truly worthy to worship me~?”

“Of course, oh most splendorous one – but, first, perhaps you will allow us to indulge you?” The Master extended her arm, gesturing off down the path. “We’ve prepared a grand welcome for our new divine patron. Please, will you allow us to grant you the introduction to our fair city that one of your status deserves?”

Well if they were going to put it like that, how could she refuse…?

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"I'm so sorry for the confusion, your holiness," her Master apologized for what must have been the eighth time. "I've no idea how that layabout good for nothing goddess got wrapped up in your summoning. Perhaps a few overlapping legends got tangled up."

"It's fine, it's fine," the blonde goddess said reassuringly, patting her Master on the shoulder, before remembering herself. "Uh. I mean! Ah, as long as it doesn't happen again! Yes."

"Of course." The man bowed politely, leading his new servant through the man summoning halls in the opposite direction from where his counterpart had vanished off with Ishtar. "Well, it wasn't much of a welcome, but I am glad you made it to Cockagine, city of satisfaction. Please, allow me to show you around - what would you like to see first?"

"Hm." Ereshkigal considered the question carefully. A whole city of satisfaction? There had to be something here that she could bring back for the underworld!

"Do you have anything... hm, simple, but fun? Maybe something that could be enjoyed in a cold, dark environment mostly made of rocks?" Her tone was mildly hopeful. She'd always been disappointed before, but maybe this time...

"Simple but fun..." Her Master pondered, considering the question carefully. "In an environment like that, it sounds like you could do with a spa."

"A spa?" The goddess tilted her head. "How would that work?"

"Oh, they're places of ultimate rest and relaxation. Baths, massages, the full royal treatment. Here, why don't I show you?"

"Eh? Really?" That sounded perfect! "Oh, but... That doesn't sound very easy to set up... I'm nut sure I could support one in the underworld..."

Her Master chuckled. "Oh, no, it'll be easy - just get a few deliveries from Amazoness and it'll roll right along."

"Amazon...ess?" Ereshikigal blinked. For some reason she felt like she'd just learned the most important word of her life.

"Yeah - It's a dimensional store and delivery company run through the servant universe - they can deliver anything to anywhere, time or pla- are you okay, your divine grace?"

The blonde was staring at him with wide, sparkling eyes. "Anywhere?"

"They certainly seem to think so."

Amazing! Unbelievable! Too think that such a company could exist - it could revolutionize the underworld completely! No longer would it be a dark, dank pile of rocks - she could turn it into the Las Vegas of the afterlife!

Her Master smirked as he watched the goddess dance in place. "Come on, I'll show you to the spa - perhaps you'll learn even more interesting things there..."

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“So this is your grand welcome, Master?” Ishtar asked, sounding less than impressed as she was led through a pair of glass doors and into a white marble floored room filled with mirrors, hair products and hairdresser chairs. “A salon?”

“Not just any salon, my goddess~” Her Master smiled, bowing formally while gesturing for her raven-haired servant to take a seat. “This is the world’s premier salon, formed from the knowledge of beauty distilled from across human history, and run by experts unparalleled. Please, take a seat – I guarantee you’ll enjoy it.”

“Hmm.” The goddess still didn’t look convinced, but strode forward and took a seat anyway. It wasn’t like it’d do any harm. “Alright, but you’re wasting your time if you think this is going to make me any more beautiful. I’m already perfection, after all.” Her eyes flashed at the mere thought.

And her Master shook her head. “Perish the thought, my Goddess. This is simply… pampering. Giving you the treatment you deserve – that is all.”

“Very well.” She sighed and settled back in her chair, letting a white robbed attendant spread a sheet over her body. "Let us see what your fabled city is capable of."

"Oh, you'll certainly see that." Her Master smirked as the silent attendant began to run warm water through the goddess's dark locks. “Please enjoy, oh Goddess of beauty…”

It was, admittedly, a rather soothing feeling, the touch of someone brushing their hands through her hair. A feeling she attributed to her human self rather than to her divine one – as a full goddess, she’dve been loathe to let anyone touch her golden tresses, but it seemed more acceptable now. Even desirable. Well, humans were silly, but she wasn’t against indulging herself in a silly custom for her worshiper’s sake. So, she didn’t strike the attendant down with the power of Venus when they gently removed her crown and set it aside. Wasn’t she generous?

Besides, as the warm water rinse gave way to a floral scented shampoo, she had to confess she was starting to feel quite nice. She sighed contentedly as she started to relax into the chair. The smell of flowers was a gentle and refreshing one, reminding her of…

Of…

… Of something. Somewhere nice. The memory was fuzzy and dissolved into bubbles as she reached for it. But that was fine. Not a problem. If it was an important memory, then she’d remember it, naturally. It was far too nice, far too relaxing, for her to worry about all that right now.

There was a lovely tingling feeling in her scalp now, as refreshing as the scent, sending an invigorating rush through her body. This part was unfamiliar, even for the Rin part of her, but that was no concern either. It just felt nice, all of this felt nice. Perhaps this city really could work miracles! Even Gilgamesh would have been impressed... Wait... Who was that?

She blinked slowly, her red eyes acquiring a slight glaze. Gil... Gilga... What a funny name. She felt like it was important, but for some reason every time she tried to think of a face attached to it she just felt her thoughts dissolve into bubbles. Maybe if she concentrated, she could...

Could...

... What had she been thinking about? The goddess couldn't help but giggle as the tingling feeling sank deeper and deeper into her head, more and more of her thoughts bubbling away. It was all so silly, so nice and relaxing. She should just lay back and enjoy herself.

By the time the acidic, bitter smell of hair dye reached her nose, her dazed mind was far too distant to register it.

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“Just a little further, your glorificiusness…” Her Master helped the giggling goddess walk forward through the salon halls, his arm carefully wrapped around her shoulders to support her, which normally she would have found quite improper, if sweet, but right now she couldn’t seem to muster up the focus to care.

So this was what a salon was like? How… wonderful…! Her head felt so nice and clean. Who knew a simple hair wash could feel so good? She’d have to get a whole bunch for the under… the under… the place, oh, the name of it was just on the tip of her tongue, what was it? Mmm, didn’t matter, she’d remember later maybe, heehee~

Mmmph, that was unlike her, wasn’t it? She was normally so serious and responsible. That was, like practically her whole *thing*. But that was fine, wasn’t it? This was just a little break so she could test things out for… for the place she couldn’t remember at the moment…

“Here we are!” Suddenly Ereshkigal found herself led through a door and into a warm room filled with a heated haze of steam – the source of which obviously being the large pool that took up most of the floor. “Time for your second treatment – a good long soak. Here, let me take your clothes…”

“Hm? Ah… Wait, is that…?” Was that really okay? She was a goddess, right? Mortals shouldn’t just be taking her clothes, that didn’t sound quite right… But her half-hearted objections were ignored, and instead she just stood there in empty headed confusion, as her Master gently divested her of her cloak and clothes, sliding her top over her head and helping her step forward out of the pool of leggings and panties at her feet.

“There. Now, just step into the pool…”

Well, since she was already naked… Ohhhh, that felt nice. The water was so warm, just the right temperature! She’d never felt anything so heavenly!

She slid into the bath and sank down with a contented sigh, her red eyes closing as she leaned back against the side of the pool, her blonde hair laying on the edge in the dry. She could already feel the stress and tension leaving her body, her skin tingling much like her scalp had during her hair wash. This must just be what human relaxation felt like! Mmm, she could stay here forever…

… Hadn’t… hadn’t she had… something to do, though? Some kind of… duty… or something? Maybe… Maybe she shouldn’t…

Suddenly the tingling intensified, and the blissed-out goddess moaned in pleasure as the water seeped into her. Ahhh…. What had she been thinking about? Mmm, it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. She could just relax and stay here… Let her mind rest and empty…

With her eyes closed, she never saw the bath waters start to glow with pale golden light – but even if she had, she probably wouldn’t have cared anyway.

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“That should be enough. Feeling okay there, Goddess? Nice and free now all those divine protections of yours have been washed away?” Her Master giggled as she helped the blonde out of the pool… Funny – had she always been blonde? She must have been, right?

“Mmmm… Yeah…” She cooed, stretching slightly, her red eyes fluttering as they opened. “Wow… I’ve never felt this relaxed.”

“Of course not – this is Cockagine after all. Soon, you’ll never have a single worry or thought to stress you out ever again~” The woman smiled and toweled the passive divinity down, paying extra attention to her chest and hips. “Mmm, nice and supple. I think you’re ready for your massage now~”

“Massage?” Ishtar echoed emptily, her blonde locks trailing after her as she was led into a new room and laid face down on a table.

“Of course. A nice, deep, relaxing massage. We’ll work your body into a good, useful shape for our city’s new goddess, doesn’t that sound lovely?”

“Yeah…” The servant sighed, practically melting into the bed. “Lovely…”

Then strong, firm hands pressed down into her shoulders, and her eyes rolled up in her head. Oh! Ohhh, that was good! Her muscles felt like butter, melting under these strong, deliberate touches. Thick dollops of warm, sweet smelling oils were poured into her back and quickly rubbed in, somehow making every press feel even better as her skin grew slick and malleable. She couldn't help but groan in satisfaction as those magical fingers danced their ways down her shoulder blades and over her spine, spreading a pool of insatiable sensation wherever they went. There was no chance of resistance or hesitation - Ishtar melted, going limp on the bed, practically drooling through the hole left for her face.

And then the hands reached her ass.

A few mirrors dotted around the salon might have shattered at the high-pitched squeal that the goddess let out as her cheeks were seized, squeezed, and pleased. Her entire body quivered, shaking as she felt fingers massage deep into her flesh, groping and pressing every inch of her - and somehow even more. In fact she could almost swear that every time those hands squeezed, somehow her behind got bigger, thicker, than it had been before.

But only almost, because that level of thought took far more brain power than she had access too right now.

When told to roll over, she obeyed without question, never noticing the way her ass squashed underneath her, far more padded than it had previously been.

This time the massage started at her feet and worked its way up. Calluses and strains vanished away, knots of tension dissolving into bliss as hands worked their way up from her soles to her ankles to her thighs. Then there was a whine of disappointment as those miracle working touches slid around the wet slit between her legs and focused on her belly instead.

Her Master, still standing nearby, giggled. "Horny little thing, aren't you goddess?"

"Mmhmm..." Came the dreamy response from the table.

"Well you just hold on and we'll tend to that soon."

The comment might have been met with another whine, had the masseuse not chosen that moment to reach the full part of their divine body tour - her breasts. Any complaint that could have formed within the goddess's increasingly vapid head was immediately obliterated by the surge of pleasure that swept through her - along with any thoughts left in her tangled up little brain.

She moaned and gasped and squirmed on the table, perfect kegs kicking with uncontrollable energy as her chest was massaged and squeezed and pinched, her breasts swelling up just like her ass, this time right before her eyes. Every touch, every sensation, seemed to add another cup size, pumping up her chest like an inflatable, until weighty orbs larger than the woman's head rested on her slender frame, and the goddess beneath them was laying practically comatose, drooling into the mat.

"There," said her Master, smiling down at the uncomprehending goddess. "That's a much more suitable shape for a goddess of Cockaigne. Don't worry, you silly little thing - soon you'll be finished, and a proper part of the city~"

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Ereski- Ershika... Eresh smiled as she was led along, one hand pressed firmly against her jiggling ass to guide her... somewhere. She wasn't sure where she was going or why, but she was going there regardless. That was what her Master had said, and his words had filled the empty slave in her head petty much unfiltered, so she was feeling pretty good about all of it. Her legs were strutting, her butt was shaking, her tits were jiggling... Everything was a-okay! She didn't need to think about anything - Master had told her so!

Soon, she'd been led to a new room - an empty one, with just a big mirror across it. She could see herself - and wow, she looked hot! She giggled at the thought, and watched her reflection's chest bounce as she dud. Awesome! Though... something wasn't right here. Something she couldn't quite put her finger on...

"How did yours take the treatment?" Her Master's female reflection asked, which, again, felt weird somehow, but Eresh couldn't string a big enough thought together to work out why.

"She went along like a dream," Her Master himself answered, smacking her ass as he did so. She cooed, and her reflection looked disappointed that she wasn't getting the same treatment.

"Heh." Master's reflection looked at her, before nodding and reaching into a pocket. "Well, I'd say my one's brains are mush too, but let's finish them off anyway. We don't want to leave them any scrap of their former selves to recover from, you know?"

"Of course." Master was fishing for something too. "Now, hold still, Ereshkigal..."

A red gem on a metal string dropped down before her and her reflection's eyes. "Watch the pretty jewel, Ishtar," said Master's reflection. "You like jewels, don't you?"

She did! She could see her reflection's wide grin stressing across her face as she nodded and focused on the gem.

"Good girl. Now watch..."

The gem began to sway. Left... to right... to left...

"That's the way. Now, keep watching..."

Right....

"... I'm going to start counting down from five..."

Left...

"... The lower I count, the more tired you're going to be..."

Right...

"Until at zero you'll be fast asleep. Five..."

Left...

"Four..."

She could see her reflection's eyes start to droop in the corner of her vision...

"Three..."

See how her jaw was staring to go slack...

"Two..."

Watch as drool began to leak over her bottom lip and dribble down onto her tits...

"One..."

Feel something wet start to drip onto her own chest as her eyes began to side shut...

"Zero."

Her eyes closed, and her mind went silent. Across from her, her reflection did the same.

"There." Her Master snapped the chain away and shrugged. "A rather simple induction, but they're rather simple girls now."

"And let's make sure they remain that way," said his female counterpart. "Can you hear me girls?"

"Yes..." Both gods sighed with the same voice, their tones no higher than a whisper.

"Good. Repeat after me: I am a horny bimbo.”

“I am a horny bimbo.” The two repeated without pause or hesitation.

“I am a dumb slut.”

“I am a dumb slut.” Again, both voices joined in perfect harmony, drool continuing to drip down onto a double pair of bouncy tits.

“I exist to fuck, suck, and obey.”

“I exist to fuck, suck, and obey.” Despite their blank faces and closed eyes, both gods looked like they were smiling as the simple words rewrote their minds.

“I will do anything asked of me.”

“I will do anything asked of me.” By now, the pair were nodding slightly with every word, their breasts jiggling with the motion.

“I belong to Cockaigne.”

“I belong to Cockaigne.” And with that final word, their fates were sealed. Though they couldn’t be aware of it, their Masters watched as the power of the city of pleasures seeped into the two servants, slipping deep in to the core of their Saint Graphs and cementing their changes down to their very divine souls.

"Good girls.” The Master smiled. “Remember those words. Repeat them in your head whenever you aren't being used. You are now property of the city, to be used by its citizens however they desire. So I want you to gather up every memory you have of anything else, no matter how trivial - names, places, actions, anything at all - you will gather up that knowledge, those memories, gather them all up in your heads... And store them ask in your pussies. Everything you are and were, down between your legs. And the next time you cum, you're going to cum sooo hard that all of those memories are going to empty out of you, washed away forever with the rest of your juices. Understand?"

Still standing in place, their eyes closed, the jewel sparkling in their minds eyes, the blondes spoke with soft submission. “I understand.”

"Good. Now, to welcome in your new lives as submissive slut pets, in a moment, you are going to on your eyes, and fuck the first person that you see. Do not stop until you've given them the greatest orgasm they have ever had. Understand?"

“Yessss…” This time, the pair’s obedience was practically a moan, both girls feeling the heat of their new existence beginning to build.

"Excellent. Open your eyes."

A god’s eyes fluttered open. In front of her, she saw a golden-haired sex goddess awakening just as she was. There was no thought. There was no registering or consideration. She jumped forwards, just as her double did the same, and wrapped her arms around the other woman, their chests mashing together as their lips met, tongues immediately slipping into one another’s mouths. She felt a soft hand squeezing her butt just as she began to grope as well – but most importantly, she felt divine fingers slipping into her snatch, just as she began to circle her partner’s clit.

There wasn’t really much awareness after that. Just a lot of panting, moans, and soft slurping sounds and the twin goddesses went to town on one another.

“There.” The female Master smiled, looking down on the city’s new citizens. “Things are so much better when you put aside your differences and work to get along, don’t you think?”

“Thinking might be a bit difficult for these two,” the male Master laughed. “But you’re right. This is much more fun than running from explosions.”

The two grinned at each other for a moment, then glanced back to their charges, who had fallen to the floor and curled around one another, each with their heads jammed between the other’s legs, their heavy breasts pushed in against one another’s bellies.

“Say,” one of the Masters asked, tilting their head. “Can you tell which one was yours?”

The second Master blinked and squinted at the pile. “… Uh… No. No I can’t.”

There was a sudden twin piercing cry that shot through the air, both goddesses crying out in joy as their legs clamped down tight around their counterpart’s ears.

“That said, I don’t think they can either. So does it really matter?”

The Master smirked. “Guess not.” With a smile, she stepped in and began to loosen her robes. "Now how about we worship these girls in the way they truly deserve?"

The other Master matched her expression, and started to do the same. "Yes - it's time they got the real Cockagine welcome we promised them, isn't it?"

It was a welcome that the two nameless goddesses - formerly the great Ishtar and the dedicated Ereskigal - were all too happy to accept.