Kinktober #7

This is a Monster Girl Encyclopedia fanfiction.

Maid / Overkill

With all effort his small frame could muster Alfred pushed away the stone wheel from the entrance and was immediately greeted by a bright light. Bright of course in comparison to the total darkness in which he was previously immersed. After what seemed like hours treading through that lich's dungeon, wading through all of her traps, defeating all her guardians, solving all her puzzles and evading all of her spells... and now for the first time since he was captured he saw light. It looked like any minute now he would be freed from Kali's grasp. He peeked through the opening and found... he was now inside Kali's bedroom. Inside the fire place to be precise.

Alfred froze for a moment. He had been going through all that trouble to get here, just to end up literally at the bedside of the lich who imprisoned him here. All she had to do was wave her hand, and he'd be back where he started... but first she had to wake up. She was still slumbering peacefully, tucked into the many blankets of the luxurious bed in the middle of the bedroom, her head resting on a pillow the size of Alfred's own dining table back home. He had no idea if she was a deep sleeper or not but he had no intention of finding out. He was just going to make his way past her, without waking her up, without causing any noise.
Being a very traditional undead, Kali had placed her master bedroom in the basement. The exit then was at the top of a staircase. While the floor was completely covered with burgundy carpet, the staircase looked very old and rickety. Nonetheless, the young soldier was going to make it to the top of the stairs in one piece.

Alfred began taking short, shallow breaths. He started tiptoeing past the petite, monster girl with skin as white as chalk. He could not hear her snoring, nor the faintest breath. She merely closed her eyes and laid there unmoving like a dead body. Alfred was close enough to her that she could grab hold of him right then and there. His head felt light, his legs weak as he recalled the extent of her magic powers, how she had defeated his platoon in one fell swoop and imprisoned him here like it was nothing. What she planned to do to him once she woke up was not anything he was planning on finding out. He just continued sneaking past her towards the stairs.

He passed by the lich's desk, his eyes locking on to the sword in the corner. It was his own smallsword, still sheathed in a leather frog. Alfred relieved the sword from the desk and tied it to the belt around his hips. He continued to sneak forward, holding his smallsword so as to keep it from dangling uncontrollably.

His foot landed on the first step of the stairs. Nothing happened. Not the faintest sound was heard, apart from Alfred's own heartbeat. Would Kali wake up just from that? Certainly that would be some irony.
The second step made the faintest creak. Alfred froze, his skin turned pale and he turned his head slowly to look over his shoulder... Kali kept lying perfectly still and lifeless; beautiful in a way. Or perhaps Alfred just appreciated she was yet to wake up.

At last the soldier reached the top of the stairs. Before him was an ornate white door, an iron ring hanging from a creepy looking iron ornament in the shape of an ogre's head. All he had to do was pull the ring, and he could make his way out of the castle in peace.
Alfred grabbed the ring and...

"AAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!" The ogre head screamed all the way from its diaphragm, insofar as it had a diaphragm. Alfred flinched and turned to look over his shoulder.
Remaining perfectly still under her blanket even then, Kali's eyelids slid open revealing her glowing purple eyes. Alfred sighed and shot her a smile followed by a wink, "Until next time milady. Alfred Jacob Boutroux has business to attend elsewhere; I bid you adieu!" Alfred took his exit and slammed the door behind him as he ran.

Kali opened her mouth, and following a coarse hiss eight orbs of ectoplasm rose from her gaping mouth, creating a trail of translucent mist as they soared out of the room like the wind.
The otherwise diligent maids stopped in their tracks to look towards the commotion from the master bedroom, when each of them had an ectoplasmic orb enter their mouth. They stood erect, staring with doll-like eyes into nothing as their heads turned towards the direction of the escaped prisoner.

Alfred ran through the hallways as fast as his small feet could manage, his sword thwacking his thigh as it dangled from his wrist. As he approached a turn in the hall he could see a shadow cast on the floor and upon the wall, the petite brunette in a french maid outfit casting the shadow appearing from behind the corner and facing the escaped soldier with her trusty broom. "Pay no attention to the great Alfred Jacob Boutroux, milady, as impressive and alluring as his presence may be. Just..."
Swoosh....
As fast as he could blink the maid had leapt within striking distance of Alfred.
As fast as he could blink there was a striking distance.
She had raised the broom over her head and cocked her hips. Alfred prepared to dodge out of the way of a descending blow from the right, but instead was faced with an ascending blow instead; the handling of her weapon being particularly fast and deceptive. He still managed to barely leap out of the way, so close to the shaft of the broom he could hear the drag past his ear and his hat knocked out of his head.
With a cracking sound the shaft struck the wall, leaving a long fissure perpendicular to the shaft.

So shocked was Alfred to witness the slim young woman visibly damaging the rough brickwork meant to withstand cannonfire, using nothing but her broom, he nearly forgot to pick up an reequip his hat. And for Alfred Jacob Boutroux that that was saying something. "Milady should perhaps consider employing a lighter broom. Why housekeeping is such a demanding labour already and..." When he saw the maid recover and strike again with the brush end of the broom, Alfred drew his blade to block.
Too slow. He was struck in the head with the brush and sent flying back into the wall. Before he could recover the maid had him pinned by the throat using the middle end of the broom. The only thing preventing him from being choked out was the strong end of the smallsword supported by his off hand gripping the blade, but her weapon was significantly larger and heavier and she was pushing with the **** of ten oxen.
He could see the empty, mechanical look in the gray eyes of the otherwise cute looking maid, occasionally shimmering with some odd energy.
The lich had empowered her help somehow. Likely it wasn't a maid at all he was facing, but some long gone hero or assassin whose soul the lich had imprisoned.
Was this the fate that awaited him if he was caught?

Realizing this brought no despair at all over Alfred, but in fact he grinned excitedly. This was good news to him, for it meant that even a great gentleman such as Alfred Jacob Boutroux needed not concern himself with fighting fair against what he thought was a normal maid.
He kicked her on the small of the leg, squeezed himself under her broom and armpit while she was dazed and ran for it as fast as he could.
He took as many turns as possible, opening all the doors he passed by that could open to confuse his pursuer. On a whim he would shut a door after he entered or keep it open to add another layer to his deception.

He shut the fourth door after himself upon entering the room . As it turns out it was filled by dussins of maids, mechanically locking their eyes on him.
This was a bit overkill, even for the great Alfred Jacob Boutroux!
He ran back through the door, and was immediately greeted with a thrust from the shaft of the broom by his pursuing maid; only escaping by sliding under it and continuing to run for his life with more pursuers behind him!

He ran through the kitchen, dodging the fruit and vegetables the kitchen personell tossed between one another, just like they did with the knives and other kitchen equipment. Using his cape to cover his head, Alfred shielded himself from the splashing, burning oil coming from all direction.
What an outrage ths was! When he met up with his employer he would demand compensation for his ruined cape. That cape had been with his family for generations!

One of the maids picked up all the cutlery and kitchen knives she could find, holding as many as six in each hand. The forks, knives and even spoons she threw lodged themselves in the wall as if Alfred dove behind the counter for cover and slid out of the kitchen, where another maid was awaiting him with a frying pan.

Alfred extended his sword to keep her at bay while his fancy footwork brought him behind one of the many huge romanesque pillars of stone in the room reaching up all the way to the ceiling.
CRASH!
Upon impact with the frying pan the pillar shattered like it was made of crisp bread, leaving nothing but a two foot stump that Alfred peeked up from as he held his hat in place. The maid thwacked the frying pan on the stump as well leaving nothing but a pile of debris on the path between her and her prey. Alfred made himself scarce while the maid who was throwing kitchen appliances arrived, throwing a fork, three spoons and a spatula that struck Alfred right between the eyes...
of his mirror image. No longer doubting the maid's aim Alfred had to seize the admiration of his reflection and proceed with his escape.
Another maid walked before him from one of the rooms in the corridor, but Alfred chuckled when he saw what she was carrying, "A feather duster? Really? What? Are you going to tickle me to ****?"
The feather duster erupted in flames.
"...oh."
The fire surrounding the feather duster morphed into a single point before shooting out like a beam towards Alfred, a beam he leapt over. As he continued to sprint past the maid tried to reach him with her flaming weapon but only barely missing.
With a swipe of her feather duster, a volley of feathers shot out from it flying towards Alfred like arrows, hardened with some kind of magic to the point of sticking upon hitting the wall. Alfred waved his cape to obscure himself and throw off her aim, earning a few burned holes in his precious heirloom.

Flames surrounded Alfred from every angle; fire and smoke was everywhere. Alfred used his cape to cover his face, so as not to breathe in the smoke... but breathing he had to do and the smoke was everywhere. He coughed and squinted his eyes. The heat enveloped him and drained his stamina quickly. He kicked down the door to the next room and found himself at the top of twin staircases, half the floor downstairs completely enveloped in fire. The maids behind him continued to pursue.
Alfred couldn't hesitate.
He climbed the railing and leapt off towards the chandelier, grabbing hold of it and swinging faster and faster. The maids tossed their knives and shot their feathers at him. Alfred threw up his legs and bend at the waist to evade them. One of the knives managed to graze him but nothing more. He jumped off at the peak of the chandelier's swing but discovered it wouldn't be quite enough to propell him past the flames. He turned himself to land on his shoulder, wrapped himself in the cape and upon landing rolled himself out of the flames, whipping up an abundance of ash and embers into the air. Once he was out of the fire he got up, dusted off the ash and embers from his cape and tunic, then faced the maids on the top of the stairs, lifting his hat and taking his bow.
"It has indeed been a pleasure, my ladies! But the likes of Alfred Jacob Boutroux has always somewhere else to go! Keep up the good work will you!" A scorched beam from the rafters fell only a foot from where Alfred was standing. At this point he turned with a flourish of his cape and exited through the doors.

The pain was unbearable. His lungs were heaving from exhaustion, and from breathing in smoke. His vision was reduced to a tunnel that occasionally blurred, but he was just at the final stage of his grand escape He limped forward, slowly and surely, extending his arm towards the handle before he was anywhere nearby.
Kali stepped in from the side, blocking the path to the exit.
"G-get out of the way.... milady... it is m-most unwise... to stand between Alfred... Jacob... Boutroux... when he is m-making his... daring... escape..."
"You are dying, but I want you alive. I can heal you from your injuries, but you will become my prisoner again, and remain it for all time."
"You want Alfred... Jacob.... Boutroux...? He w-would not be... what you get... if you g-got him without a f-fight." Alfred lifted his smallsword, but its aim was clearly wobbly and his hand was shaking.
"It was not a request I gave you, I merely explained what was going to happen." Kali raised her hand which began to glow green with strange glyphs. Alfred grabbed his cape between his index finger and thumb, then tossed it before the lich like a screen and wrapped it over her. Green circles started appearing on the floor all over the hall, but nowhere near where Alfred was. When they appeared, and he simply scooted away from them, out of reach from the giant ghostly hands that were conjured within the circles and zoomed across the hall, as he limped his way closer to one of the very tall windows by the entrance and climbed on to the ledge.
The cape expanded like a balloon before being shredded into a million pieces by an intangible **** surrounding Kali. She saw that he had climbed onto the ledge and was opening the window, extending her arm covered in strange glowing glyphs towards him and sending all of the disembodied ghostly hands in his direction.
Alfred whistled, and jumped out of the window. As it turns out the frontside of the mansion was aimed towards a steep cliff with a path available only at the entrance. It wasn't a tall cliff, but a deadly fall for a man in Alfred's condition. Any doubts vanished however as he heard clopping and his trusty orange steed arrived to catch him on her saddle as he fell, riding away from the house alight in fire as Kali looked with discompassinate eyes.

If he ended up dead it would be the easiest thing in the world to retrieve him.
Someone that stubborn simply wasn't going to die so easily however. Kali wasn't going to give up either though. He needed to pay the price for stepping on her lawn, and she would do all it took to see that he did.