You find victim number three with a cursory check on the basement. An older woman with black hair tied into a matronly bun, she was busily checking the various boilers and shovelling coal where needed. You creep in slowly, making sure to keep your steps light so that the wooden stairs leading down didn’t creak and give you away.

You make it to the basement floor, and hunch down. You draw your knife and load a fresh bolt into your wrist-mounted crossbow. You tip-toe behind her and rise to your full height.

You wait until she finishes checking the boiler gauges and shovelling the satisfactory amount of coal. Then she turns around and you act.

Her mouth opens to scream, but you’re faster. Your knife flashes forward and buries itself into her throat and severing her spine. Her body falls into your arms like a puppet with its strings cut. Her eyes dart around fearfully, gurgling and choking on her own blood. You twist the knife and pop her head clean off her spine, then you cut it through the flesh of her neck.

Your sharp knife makes short work of the maid’s neck, and soon you hold the woman’s head in your hands. You bring her up to eye level, gazing into her deep green eyes even as her eyelids flutter. You pull her in of a long kiss, using a bit of tongue as a goodbye gift for the dying woman.

You pull away and look at her again. Her pupils have dilated and her tongue is lolling out from the corner of her mouth. Hm, dead. You drop the severed head and advance to the body. It’s still twitching, much to your amusement. Your bloody knife makes short work on the uniform and you get to work.

The flesh is hot and sweaty to the touch, a result from work near the boilers, you reckon. You massage its modest breasts and insert into her main entrance, enjoying its dying twitches as it clamps around your length in fits. The body is fit, though a bit aged as the breasts are starting to sag. You think this one was the head maid. You’ll never know for sure though.

You flip the body around and take it from behind, into its ass. You spread apart firm butt cheeks and ease into the dead body’s anus, groaning as it clamps down on you immediately. Ooh, this one’s tighter than most whores you’ve hired off the street. You even see the body’s back arch and its hands clench on the floor, as though in bliss. You smile and start thrusting; you think she was into anal! If only you’d known. You could’ve killed her slower to savor it. Oh well, you might as well blow your load in its rear as compensation. You’re sure the dead woman’s body loves it.

You pull out and move to the neck stump. Blood is still pouring out, though it’s no longer a torrent and just a trickle. You bring it onto your lap and jam your member into its throat, thrusting hard and fast. Mmm, still warm. You chuckle as the body stills at last, its throat tightening around you as it expires just enough to bring you to orgasm. You pump a few more times before finally getting bored and pulling out. On a whim, you toss the severed head into one of the boilers. The smell would attract attention, but by then you’d have already done in the remaining maids and were dealing with your actual target.

Victim number four was busily sweeping the foyer whilst humming a jaunty little tune to herself. From your spot leaning on the second floor’s wooden railings, you look at her closely. She’s young, probably in her early to mid-teens. She isn’t as well-endowed as the previous three victims, but…

You grin and draw your sword.

You vault over the railing, landing on the floor in a roll and sprinting to her not a second later. She turns in time to see you swing your sound and manages to choke out a scared whimper as you cut her in two. She falls to the floor in a heap of squirting blood and twitching limbs, but you jump onto the half with her mouth and clamp your hand on it. She struggles weakly, trying to push you off. She fails.

You leer at her mockingly as you draw your bloodstained member and jam it into her exposed guts. You thrust into her steaming intestines, groaning at the feeling of violating raw flesh as it twitches around you. You orgasm hard, hard enough for your current cocksleeve to gurgle and roll her eyes back in pain.

Or ecstasy, you don’t judge.

You pull out and move to her head. She’s weak now, too weak to make a sound loud enough to attract attention. You take advantage of this by jamming your length into her weak mouth all the way to the hilt. She chokes when you start thrusting, but her arms remain at her sides unmoving. Her eyes are dull, but still alive. She’s given up all hope already. Strange; they usually last longer than a few minutes. Her throat tightens around you and you orgasm into the back of her throat. You pull out and leave behind a string of white from her mouth. She coughs and meets your gaze.

“…Why?” she asks, voice faint and fading.

You bring up your crossbow and nail her between the eyes. She stops moving and stares lifelessly at the ceiling. Business is all the reason you need.

Now, for that noble brat and her two remaining maids…