You pad up the stairs quietly, bloody hands leaving behind red smears along the walls. Blood drips down your clothes and equipment, staining the fine carpets red. Your boots leave behind bloody imprints on the tiled floors. You glance at the tracks you’re leaving behind somewhat worriedly, then decide that you’ll have to get a new pair of footwear once the job’s done. Can’t have assassins sent after you because your victims’ next-of-kin managed to identify you, after all.

You reach the third floor and hear the sound of women giggling. You crouch and move to the source of the sounds, preparing your crossbow. They lead you to a spacious bedroom, full of fluffy stuffed animals, a dresser overflowing with frilly dresses next to a study table laden with books and pictures of people, and a large bed. On the bed are several naughty far too big for any child to use.

Unless they were adventurous and or brave.

The bedroom is connected to a slightly open door where steam wafts out. From the open door, you hear more giggles and a few squeals over the sound of splashing water. A bedroom with its own bathroom? Damn, the Lobrecks must be richer than you thought.

Ah, so the girls were talking a bath. And with hot water, too.
Good. You have to wash off the blood sooner or later and it comes off easier with warm water.

You pad over to the candles and blow them out one by one. With the room darkened, your bloody bootprints would be hidden long enough for you to act. You tuck yourself into the dresser, draw a knife, and wait. A few minutes later, the giggling and splashes stop.

“Wha- why is everything so dark?” you hear a voice ask. It was young and high pitched, likely a child. The target.

“Did someone leave a window open?” another childish voice says. Wait, two children? You were told there was supposed to be one.

“The windows are closed, so it couldn’t have been the wind…” you hear a more mature voice say. A maid. “It must have been Hailee. Damn that girl, playing pranks at her age… I’ll light them back up, wait here you two.”

“Okay!”

“Alright, big sister.”

Big sist- Ah, so one of the maids was a child. The Lobrecks must’ve hired her to keep their youngest company.

You hear footsteps approach and you hold your breath. They pass you and rummage through the table next to you. A chance.

You open the dresser a crack and peek out. You spot the maid, her back to you as her hands work something and she cursed under her breath. You catch a matchbox in her hands. You grin and exit the dresser without a sound, your hand gripping the knife tighter in anticipation. You draw yourself to her height behind her and ready your weapon as she hisses in success, a matchstick in her hands lighting up. She turns and you stab your knife into her chest, straight through her heart. She chokes and spasms as her eyes widen in shock, then fear. She tries to say something, but you clamp your hand over her mouth and hold it there until she stops moving.

You wonder how you looked to her then, under the low light of the matchstick and drab in your ‘work’ clothes. A monster in the dark? The grim reaper? A nightmare made real?

You consider asking the maid, but she dies before you get the chance.
She falls limply into your open arms, but you snatch the lit matchstick from her hands before it goes out. You set her down gently, quietly, on the bed face up with your knife still stuck in her chest and light up the room. There was no need for stealth now.

“Ah, the lights are back!” you hear one of the two children squee. You seat yourself on the bed, the dead maid behind you, and pick up one of the many naughty toys on the bed.

“Great! Now we can pick up where we left off the night before~” you run your fingers along one of the dildo, tracing their ridged flanks with your gloved touch. They were eight, maybe even nine inches long! How the hell did these kids stuff them inside themselves?

“Oh, Sophia~ If your impatient I might just make you work for it~” you set the dildo down and pick up a set of plush handcuffs. Hm. To be so kinky at such a young age…

“Oh, we’ll see about that you-“ you set down the handcuffs and look up at your final victims for the night.

The two girls were young, utterly naked, and still slightly damp from their bath. One was blonde, a Lobreck, while the other was a brunette like the maid you just murdered. They couldn’t have been older than twelve, and they had to features to note. It was one of the reasons why you detested killing children; they just weren’t your type. Too fragile for the things you’d put your usual bedmates through, too small for your frame, and plain troublesome to deal with after a while.

Still, there was a silver lining; their terrified looks were on a whole other level compared to adults.

“B-Big sister?” the brunette kid asks. You grin and tug your knife from the dead maid’s chest, and flick the blood off it. The droplets splatter all over the two kids, making them gasp and step back in shock and disgust. “Y-You k-killed her?”

You did. And you’ll kill them both, too.

“B-but the guards-“

Dead.

“T-the other maids-“

Dead. All six of them. Oh, no, wait.

You raise your crossbow arm and shoot the fresh bolt. It hits the brunette kid’s throat and she immediately starts choking The Lobreck kid watches her friend double over and fall to the floor, clutching her bleeding neck.

There. All six of them.

“Samantha!” the Lobreck kid kneels beside her friend. “Samantha, no!”

You laugh and stand, walking over to them. The Lobreck kid is too busy shaking her dying friend to notice you approach, and when she does you already have a fistful of her hair in your hand. You pull her away and drag her to the bed.

“Let me go!” the girl protests, grabbing your hand and digging her nails as deep as they could go. “You monster!”

You laugh and toss her onto the bed. The mattress rocks violently enough to send the dead maid tumbling off to the floor. She’ll have to try harder than that to hurt you.

She crawls away from you until her back hits the bed’s backrest. You unfasten your pants and crawl up after her. She kicks at your approach, trying to ward you off, but you grab her ankle and pull her to you with one strong tug.

She screams and claws at your face. You make her stop by stabbing your knife into her shoulder, making her scream again.

Your employer gave you the specifics of your job. One of them was to kill the youngest Lobreck daughter, rape her, cut off her breasts, and hang her in front of the manor entrance. In that order. Personally, the hanging part sounded a little too much, but hey, the customer is always right.

You bring your knife up again and stab it into her other shoulder. Then you grab her arms and dislocate them. Only then do you get to the raping.

You spread her legs and pin them under yours. You pin her in place with one hand and insert into her prepubescent opening with one rough thrust. You ignore the blood coming out of her cunt and keep thrusting, marvelling at the tightness of her inner walls and watching how her petite stomach deforms ever so slightly with every one of your thrusts. Such was her tightness that she manages to get you off after a few minutes of fucking, and you reward her by painting her insides white.

You flip her around and take her rear hole next. It takes some effort and a few blows to the girl’s stomach in order to get her to relax enough, but your member was lubricated enough from her main opening that you have no trouble picking up the speed of your thrusts after the few initial thrusts. Like her cunt, the tightness of her rear is enough to push you to climax after a few minutes of thrusting.

By now, the little bitch had finally stopped screaming and was mainly sobbing now. You flip her over again, extricate your knife from her shoulder, and bury it into her stomach. The girl chokes in surprise and pain, then wails when you begin pulling the weapon down, carving open her midsection.

Her intestines spill out, steaming and hot. You spot her womb, bruised from your thrusts earlier. You crawl over her and insert your member into the hole on her stomach to fuck her insides.

The warmth and general squishness is not what you were used to, but you eventually find the right angle and start enjoying the experience. The Lobreck girl clearly isn’t but she doesn’t matter. Like her cunt and ass, you orgasm after a few short minutes of fucking. You pull out in time to spray your seed all over her face and chest.

At this point, the Lobreck girl is half-dead. Her screaming had long since ended, and her eyes were blank from despair.

Poor thing. Not to worry though, you were almost done!

You grab your knife and begin cutting at her chest. The flesh yields easily to your steel, and the girl even manages another few pained moans before you finally finish. You give each severed piece of flesh a firm squeeze and let the juices drip all over the girl before tossing them aside. She dies not long after.

You move off the bed and wander to the bathroom, intent on washing off the blood and other juices on you. Along the way, you pass the other dead little girl in the room. She’s long dead, but her body is still intact.

Eh, what the hell, you’d like another fuckdoll. Her and her sister are still relatively intact enough for it.