After dinner... (❤ )

In naming a possible culprit-- or perhaps sacrificing a scapegoat would be a more truthful term for what you'd accomplished-- you'd evidently resolved the roundtable meeting to the satisfaction of the game master. Only now did it occur to you that Eric and the butlers might be in on it, as Eric walked around the room, unlocking each of the doors to allow the others to exit.

"You're every bit as cunning and observant as your reputation suggests!" Linda praised you, grabbing your hands as the two of you stood up from the table. "You've got a unique talent to drag out even the best kept secrets, Malcolm. People just open up to you! It's always been impressive. It made me open up to you two when we were little, I guess, ha ha."

For now, Linda was safe. That's what really mattered, your guilt about naming a culprit aside. As long as the game continued, you still had an opportunity to protect Linda and find the real culprit.

"Well, I think I'm going to shut myself in for tonight and do some light reading. We can catch up tomorrow. I'm really looking forward to it! It's so different hearing stories about your work secondhand and getting them straight from the horse's mouth, I bet!" she cheered, clasping her hands together with an excited look on her face.

Just how closely was she following your career, anyway? You were a pretty decent detective, you thought, but it wasn't like you had a TV or book deal. If she was following you, it had to be through local news articles and that sort of thing...

Maybe something to ask her about tomorrow. At any rate, she and the others filed out one after another. You helped Eric clean up the table.

Dee glared at you as you did... or, you figured that was a glare, anyway. It really looked more like an emotionless stare, but she had to be angry at what you'd done. Two butlers were in the process of tying her hands behind her back to restrain her so that she couldn't use magic to mesmerize anyone else, assuming that was the source of it.

"Malcolm Wolf... you may have impressed the others. But I know you made a mistake. Tomorrow. There will be a new victim. And this twisted game will continue. I hope that you and I will find a way to work together. Assuming you are not the true mastermind," Dee spoke curtly, complying and allowing her arms to be bound. "Sleep well."

The butlers led her out to somewhere else in the mansion, where she'd presumably be restrained as the culprit for the rest of her time here.

You regretted that you'd had to throw her under the bus with so little real evidence beyond a motive, but it was for the best. Someone had to take the fall so that you could continue to play the game the mastermind had assigned to you.

By the time all the butlers had left along with Dee, only one person was left in the dining room...

Tallula Quinn sat by herself in the corner chair, still cradling her instrument under her chin. As you watched, she began stroking the strings slowly with her bow, playing a cheerful melody.

It was quite pretty. You told her as much-- it was the perfect cap off to a night that could really use a mood-lifter, with all those harsh accusations everyone had been **** to issue and endure.

"Mmhm," she answered, barely seeming to hear you. She seemed really lost in her playing. Perhaps it was a source of solace for her?

You continued in your praise, letting her know that it was clear she was actually qualified to be the personal servant of such a wealthy and powerful woman, if she had such a refined talent as this.

Her head dipped low as she seemed to focus even further... but her music began to slow, as though played on half-speed. "You think I'm... talented?" she questioned, sounding like her mind was somewhere far away.

You nodded. There was no harm in trying to cheer her up.

"Then..."

Your heart raced as the lights in the room began to flash and the overbearing sound of bells rang all too loudly. You held both hands to the sides of your head and cupped them over your ears, trying to block out the sound. It didn't work-- the sound was inside of your head.

More alarmingly, you saw Talula lift her head between the flashes of pink light, like lightning rapidly striking against the pitch black of the dining room. The look on her face went from dull to excited as her puppy-dog eyes went from their usual charming green to a vibrant shade of pink.

"Then let me show you my other talents, Mr. Wolf, and you can praise me more! I'm used to working with women, but i'm a quick learner!"

By the time the lights were done flashing, Tallula had pounced out of her seat, dropping the violin and bow to leap straight at you. When Wanda Croft did it, knocking you backwards, unfortunately missing the carpeting and hitting the hardwood. It was like an avalanche; her body was pretty pudgy and when stripped of its natural reservations, she had far more strength than her skinny mistress did. As she tackled you down, her shoulder hit one of the dinnerware cabinets, knocking it so hard that the contents inside shifted and fell over. You winced as you heard something breaking-- you could only imagine how much it cost.

Pinning you down with her weight, the woman put her face close to yours, showing a happy smile that didn't even slightly fit the somber song she'd been playing just moments ago. Weirder yet, her tongue stuck out and she began literally panting like a dog. "Ms. Croft always loved this, he he... Woof woof~" she giggled, then began to lap at your lips with her tongue out. "I'm your loyal doggie, Mr. Wolf! Play with me!"

What the fuck kind of crazy things were Tallula and Wanda into?

The purpose of this particular action became apparent once you opened your mouth to try to speak. She seized up on the opportunity, bringing her face in towards yours and locking lips. It felt indecent, suddenly making out with this girl nearly a decade younger than you were while she acted like a pet, but it was almost impossible not to reciprocate. Her tongue eagerly licked and whipped against yours, forming a very sloppy and enthusiastic French kiss. When you got the courage to open your eyes and view her expression, you found that her eyes were curled into happy crescents. You'd never seen such a blissful expression on her.

Encouraged, you sunk your hands into the ridiculously meaty surface of her ass-cheeks, feeling them through the softness of her Victorian maid dress and squeezing them in your fingers. She gave a giggle of happiness, shaking her hind-quarters vigorously like a dog wagging its tail.

"You like my bum, Mr. Wolf?"

It was embarrassing being asked that so directly, but you nodded. What wasn't to like? It was huge, soft, and fleshy, wonderful to squeeze at even while she was still fully clothed. You began to understand how Wanda had gotten so carried away, getting fresh with her servant.

"Please use me, then... Use my bum however you like! I'll do the same. Pull your pants down, please, and I'll lick yours if you want!"

Your eyes widened. They really had gotten up to some stuff, huh? You declined her offer. You couldn't afford to have anyone licking your asshole in the dining room... speaking of which, what if somebody walked in? You'd just managed to clear yourself of suspicion for the night! Tallula was making way too much of a racket and also pinning you down. She was so enthusiastic that it seemed hard for her to stop panting like a dog or licking at your face. Even if you wiggled, she held you down with that amazing, hypnotized strength.

You realized you needed to play along. You asked her to roll over on her back and show you her belly.

"Oh my! Ms. Croft used to ask me to do that too. I was usually naked, he he, but..."

Tallula complied, lifting her body off of yours to roll over, dog like, and put her "paws" into the air. Her cap fell off, revealing more of her frizzy, shockingly red hair as the bun came undone and it splayed out behind her. "He he he... Woof, woof... I'm yours... I submit to whatever you want to do to me. You can take me on the dinner table if you like!"

You'd accomplished getting yourself free. That was your main goal for now. However... with Tallula lying in front of you... you had to admit, you saw the appeal. The woman's face was practically glowing with self-confidence and glee, a far cry from how she'd looked for the rest of the evening so far. Her tongue was lolling in and out in an excited imitation of panting and she looked like she'd be utterly crestfallen if you didn't do a little more. You couldn't afford to roll around on the carpet with her, though... someone else would come in at any moment.

Instead, you told her to keep lying where she was while you unzipped your pants.

"Oh, gee. That sounds... really good..." she whimpered with excitement, shamelessly beginning to massage her apron where it intersected between her legs.

Equally shameless, you brought out your cock, already painfully stiff from your activities so far, and began to stroke it harshly while focusing on Tallula's body. For her part, she lifted up her dress, apron, and under-shirt altogether, until you could make out the top of her socks, squishing at her extremely plump, freckled thighs. As the clothing rose higher, you could make out her panties, decorated with a pretty pink bow that was almost eclipsed by her pale and pudgy stomach. Her thick legs were spread in either direction allowing you to easily spot the moist spot growing up on her panties.

She whined like a dog, begging you to finish off and give her the treat she wanted; your stamp of approval, so to speak.

It wasn't hard to do that for her, with how far she'd gotten you on the way there. You clenched your teeth, any feelings of guilt now replaced with arousal, as you sprayed your semen first between her legs, then onto her apron, then even onto her face as you got carried away with it. It was an extremely satisfying bukkake cumshot, coating her pretty red-hair, her freckled cheeks, and her stately apron in your jizz. She seemed just as content with it as you were, and you saw the spot between her legs grow even damper as her legs twitch. "Awooo~ That was perfectly done, sir! Did I do well too, Mr. Wolf?"

You smiled, assuring her that she did. If you stopped and thought about it, you'd realize that this was pretty fucked up, but in the moment, it felt like the two of you had done nothing more than make each other happy and content. A lovely exchange that just happened to leave one of you very, very sticky.

"Would you like me to lick it all up? I'm really good at it! I'll get your dick and the floor both so clean and spotless!"

Just then, you heard someone running for the dining hall. Panicking, you grabbed a leftover pitcher of water from dinner and dumped it onto Tallula, causing her to sputter in surprise. You then quickly zipped up your pants. Hopefully, this would camouflage how far you'd taken it just now, somewhat.

The figure that entered was Eric, moving with surprising speed for his age. He was flanked by two butlers. Rather than looking at you or Tallula, he looked at the broken, formerly "fine" China in the cabinet and glowered. "I will thank you not to cause property damage during your stay here, sir," he scolded you.

You pointed downward, showing them where Tallula was still hidden behind the dining table.

"Woof woof!" she greeted them, smiling cutely and curling her hand like a paw a few times.

The butlers and Eric were relatively expressionless as they brought her up to her feet and wiped her down. "I suppose Ms. Quinn has become their victim as well. She shall be confined with the lady of the house. We will handle informing the other guests. Please, see to it that you confine yourself to your room before any further trouble occurs," the snooty head butler insisted, still seeming more aggravated about the broken dishes than anything.

You needed a little rest yourself. You agreed, allowing them to carry the very excitable Tallula away to some other part of the mansion...

-- The second victim has been discovered!--

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