The Devil’s Pact Servants’ Chronicles
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2015

Chapter Four: The Artist’s First Day

Note: Takes place between Chapters 46 and Chapter 47. Thanks to b0b for beta reading!

Wednesday, March 19th, 2014 – Jane Yoshimori – Tacoma, WA

“Very beautiful,” the Goddess complimented me as she examined her portrait I had just finished. It was one of several she had commissioned for me. It was a beautiful, and erotic, depiction of the Goddess lounging on a divan, her auburn hair falling about her perfect breasts, her stomach round, pregnant with her divine child.

“Thank you,” I murmured, blushing. Being around the Goddess was heady. She was so beautiful, and all I wanted to do was fall to my knees and worship her with my mouth and tongue, tasting her sweet nectar.

I had worshiped her many times already in the month I had stayed at the Murano Hotel. This and my other paintings would adorn their mansion when construction was finished in April. I had painted three others: another portrait of the Goddess, one of the God, and one of them both locked in a passionate embrace. Painting the God was as much fun as the Goddess, and worshiping him was amazing. He was as wonderful a lover as the Goddess, and his cock always felt magical no matter which of my holes he used.

My body was worthy of the Gods’ pleasure. I was special. It was such an intoxicating feeling. I never wanted to leave here.

She placed Her hands on my shoulders. “Just wonderful.” Her lips brushed my neck as Her pregnant belly pressed against the small of my back. “Have you considered my offer?”

“I have.”

“And.”

“I would love to be one of your servants.”

I was already temporarily bonded to the Goddess. My first night, after that dreadful attack, I had drunk the Divine mix of the Goddess and Her mortal father’s seed, binding me too her. It was a temporary measure and I would be freed if I asked for it. But I didn’t want to. I wanted to serve Them. How could I not? They were Gods. I had worshiped Them since the day They conquered the false god Brandon.

“Good.” She turned me around, leaning down to kiss me on the lips. I melted against Her; so wonderful. “You will be allowed to paint whatever you want, during your free time.”

I nodded, “Thank you, my Lady.” That’s how the maids all addressed Her.

“Report to Pearl. She will have your uniform and tomorrow will be your first day as our maid.”

“Right away.”

“She’ll have a special task for you,” She smiled.

Pearl was a beautiful woman, the oldest maid in her thirties, and gave me a motherly smile when I walked downstairs. “Welcome, Jane,” she beamed, then handed me a bundle. “Your uniform. Wear it with pride.”

“I will.” I clutched the bundle to my excited chest.

She bent down and gave me a kiss. “You’re free until morning. I’m rooming you with Karishma. Room 617. There’s a keycard in the bundle. Go move your belongings there. Dinner’s in an hour.”

“Thank you, Miss Pearl.”

A smile broached her motherly face. “You’re just as cute as my Cindy.”

“Yes, she is,” Violet said, walking by. I bowed to the Slut who walked over and patted my cheek. “Speaking of Cindy…” A hopeful look filled Violet’s eyes.

“You’re girlfriend is cleaning the pool,” Pearl answered. “And she’ll be in a lot of trouble if she doesn’t finish.”

“I’ll see she finishes,” Violet smiled. “Eventually.”

“Well, skedaddle, child,” Pearl said to me. “I have to oversee dinner.”

“Yes, Miss Pearl.”

I didn’t sleep well that night, and not because Karishma found my petite body irresistible, though the Indian woman’s appetite kept us both up late, I was just so nervous for my first day. I wanted to be the perfect maid for the Gods. I dressed in my uniform, a slutty, French maid’s outfit. The skirt was black, with ruffled-lace petticoats underneath that made the skirt puff out and sway as I walked, and the bodice was transparent, my little A cup breasts clear as day. I admired my features in the mirror, my creamy-olive face was framed by my straight, blue-black hair, framing my porcelain features.

“You’re a little sex kitten,” purred Karishma, hugging me from behind and bending down to kiss my cheek. She wore an identical outfit, and while I looked like a sexy waif, she looked like a sexy bombshell. “Let’s go serve the Gods.”

I nodded my head.

All the maids gathered in the main dining room to receive our daily assignments. One lucky maid was given the job of cleaning the Gods’ suite, which involved administering the God’s morning blowjob. Abigail received that honor, and she playfully stuck her tongue out at her girlfriend, Tomoyo, the other Japanese maid. One by one Pearl handed out the assignments until only I remained.

“I have a special job for you in room 205,” Pearl answered, handing over a master cardkey. “You are to clean the room and the person occupying it. Do whatever the woman requires.”

I nodded my head.

“Tell the woman that you are a gift from the Goddess, fulfilling a promise Mary made to her. Okay??”

“Yes, Miss Pearl.”

“Remind this woman that the Gods love her and miss her.”

“I will,” I answered, trying to sound more confident than I felt. It was my first day and it sounded like they wanted me to work a miracle.

“Don’t worry. Mary choose you for this, and the Goddess would never give you a task that you were not equal to.”

I nodded. She was right. I could do this. I just wished my bubbling stomach believed me.

Holding my sketchpad with one hand, and a bucket filled with cleaning supplies in the other, I marched to the elevator and went up the single floor. Room 205 was to the left near where the hallway made a turn to the left. I set my bucket down and used the master cardkey to open the door.

The room was dark and the stench was…ripe.