I stood at the gallery overlooking the foyer to my mansion. Down below, servants were attending to their many duties. A maid was sweeping litter from a party I had hosted last night, and another carried a basket of dirty laundry across the room. Servers were wheeling boxes of fresh produce to the kitchen. It was good to see such responsible workers. If only everyone I hired worked like they did.

Last night's party had been a disaster. One of my maids was clearly drunk in front of my guests. She was loud, slurring her words, and trying to flirt with the dignitaries in attendance, even going so far as to drop her panties in one of their laps. Perhaps this sort of debauchery is acceptable at a brothel or a whore house, but I pride myself on maintaining a respectable estate. When I saw the condition she was in and the way she was bothering my guests, I ordered her to leave, but then she stumbled into one of the servers, causing everything the chefs had prepared to fall to the floor and forcing my guests to wait an extra hour for dinner.

As bad as last night's performance was, I have been having issues with this individual for a while. The rooms she is meant to clean are often left unattended to, she has been sleeping with several of my workers, and she has a bad habit of talking back to others when she's given orders.

Needless to say, she will not be working at this estate for much longer. However, she will not merely be fired. I have a legal right to deal with my work staff as I see fit. Clearly, I have been too soft with them as of late. It has been many years since I executed one of them, and this troublesome maid is a recent hire, so she was not present to witness the last execution. An example needs to be made of her before her misbehavior spreads.

Consequently, I had one of the butlers inform her that she was instructed to go to my bedroom immediately. She should be waiting for me there right now, assuming she could follow at least one order. With a sigh, I turned and walked to the staircase leading upstairs where my bedroom was located.

The master bedroom was luxurious. Light filled the room from large radius windows on one end of it. A king sized bed was in the center of the room, with well-fitted cotton sheets and adorned with layers of plush pillows against a velvet-paneled accent wall. A tripod camera was set, pointed toward the bed, and laying on the bed was Helen, the maid that was causing me so much grief.

She was a pretty young woman, with smooth brown skin, dark hair, and a ruffled maid uniform. She had taken off her white leggings, and she was twirling her hair with her finger.

"Hello, Master..." Helen spoke seductively, clearly getting the wrong impression about what was happening here.

"Did I say you could lay on my bed?" I spoke sternly, shutting the door behind me.

"Oh, did I do something naughty? I guess you're going to have to punish me."

"Indeed," I said curtly. "What exactly to you believe I ordered you here for?"

Helen rolled her eyes and sat up. "Oh come on, it's obvious what you want. You tell me to go to your bedroom alone and that I have to be wearing this uniform, and you've got that camera set up there. And I saw the rope you've got in the closet. Very kinky, by the way," she said mockingly.

I was standing by the camera, checking to make sure it was running. I intended to have the other workers watch this video. "Oh, you saw that? I think I'll bring that out."

"Whatever." Helen wasn't concerned at all.

I walked to the closet and picked up bundles of ropes, and then I approached the bed. "Turn around. I want your hands behind your back." Helen did as she was told, swinging her legs over the side of the bed and letting me tie her wrists behind her back.

"You know, if you don't want the Mrs. to find out about this affair, I don't think recording this is a good idea," she suggested while I was tying her wrists.

"Don't worry, she's not going to mind this."

Helen chuckled. "What, you two have an open relationship or something?" I didn't dignify the question with an answer.

I swung an end of rope up through a sturdy truss beam by the ceiling. Helen gave me a puzzled look while I did this. "What's that for?"

"You're going to do a little dance for me. I'm just setting the stage," I answered. Helen didn't know what I meant by this. I tied a loop at one end of the rope, and then I retrieved a stool from the far end of the room and set it down directly under the loop.

"Get up. Off the bed and stand up here."

There was a look of worry on Helen's face. She was starting to put together the pieces. "I'm not doing that! Are you crazy?"

"I gave you a direct order, Helen. Are you refusing to do as I say?"

"No, but I-"

"Then get up." Helen's expression was one of horror. I was glad to see it, finally she was taking things seriously.

"Is this about last night? I'm sorry. I just got a bit tipsy. I swear I won't do it again!"

From inside my coat jacket, I pulled out a knife and pointed it at her. "You already know your instructions. I will not tell you again. Either you obey, or you don't."

Tears were welling up in her eyes. "I swear I'll shape up. I just didn't know things had gotten so bad. I can be a good maid, I swear!" Even as she said this, she was slowly standing up and walking towards the stool with trembling legs.

"That's it, there's a good girl. Now stand up on the stool." Helen did this while sobbing uncontrollably. Her feet were bare, since she had taken her heels off when she removed her leggings. I fit her head through the loop of the noose and tightened it.

Helen was having a difficult time speaking while she wept. "D- don't kill m- me! I'll- I'll be good!"

I turned away from her and faced the camera. "It has come to my attention that I have been lax as of late with discipline of my servants. In the same way that all of you have responsibilities, I must be responsible as well, and I am afraid I have been ignoring my duties. That ends today. Understand that I will not hesitate to deal the same punishment to anyone else who misbehaves."

I grabbed a hold of the other end of the rope and positioned myself so that I wasn't blocking the view of Helen. I then tugged on the rope, finding it easy to pull. Already, Helen was forced onto her toes to keep herself from being choked by the rope. "M- Master..."

I kicked the stool out from under Helen, and at the same moment, I heaved on the rope, lifting Helen higher into the air. Her bare legs flailed about wildly, desperately trying to find a solid surface and being incapable of doing so. Helen tried to scream, but no air escaped her lips. Already her face was getting red, and her skin gleaned with sweat. She tugged with her arms, trying to break them free, but there was no use to this.

I enjoyed the way Helen's body swung about. It was comical the way her body writhed just to survive, and all for not. A few times her legs kicked towards me, trying to use me for support, but I was just out of reach.

Of course, Helen could not pass without giving me one last mess to deal with. A trickle of urine dribbled on the wood floor beneath her. "Seriously?" I muttered under my breath, likely loud enough for the camera to pick it up in the recording.

Helen's eyes were rolling back, and her movements were becoming weaker and more intermittent. It seemed she was beginning to lose consciousness. For a brief moment, a flicker of regret sparked in my heart. This young woman was very beautiful, and just a few minutes before she was offering herself to me. Killing her was inevitable at this point, but I could have spent some intimate time with her before doing what had to be done. Nobody would have known. The only witness would soon be dead. But as quickly as the thought appeared, it vanished, replaced by my anger toward her. Helen was a blight upon this mansion, and it wouldn't do to sully myself with her. It was better to simply eliminate her and be done with it.

After a few minutes, I noticed that her body was no longer moving. I waited some time longer to ensure she was dead, 10 minutes longer according to the recording. Once I was satisfied, I let go of the rope, and her body hit the ground with a loud bang. I approached and bent over, feeling under her neck for a pulse. There wasn't one. Helen was dead.

I was about to have her disposed of, but I hesitated for a moment. Desire guided my hand to her breast, giving it a squeeze. It was clear why so many of my workers had slept with her, she had a truly amazing body. Perhaps now I could spend some time with her? Her body was still warm after all, and her remains would soon be gone.

I quickly snapped out of whatever trance I was in. I took a breath to compose myself, and then I departed my room, seeking out servants to instruct on how dispose of her corpse. There was a buyer interested in purchasing her body to stuff and display, but they wouldn't be arriving until tomorrow morning, so in the mean-time she would have to be preserved in the kitchen freezer. And I needed someone to clean the mess she had left in my room.

When I instructed my servants, they left to follow their orders. One of them was a maid who was going to clean my bedroom. Unlike Helen, this one always did as she was told, but like her she was very pretty. She was an asian girl with a bubbly personality. In that moment, I realized I was looking forward to the next execution. Even with Helen's example, mistakes would be made, and therefore more examples would have to be made. And even if this particular girl didn't do anything wrong, maybe I had to kill her anyways, just to keep the others in line? And of course I would have my way with her, both before and afterwards. It was my right to do so, after all. I watched the girl walk upstairs, now aware that the servants weren't the only ones Helen was corrupting.

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K/V: Victim
Name: Glyff
Age: 19
Sex: Female
Characteristics: as pictured
Scene: When Glyff announced that she would be the first goblin sorcerer, they told her she couldn't do it...and they were right! She tries a basic summoning spell, but when she summons a very hungry and very horny tentacle beast from the nether realm, she can't figure out how to unsummon it.