As poetically justified as ending the wretched life of a person devoted solely to self-service can sometimes feel, it is almost never the right option. Sometimes it can be the only realistic option, but that is about as much justification one can assign to such a choice. I was immediately racked with crushing guilt from having murdered my 'mother'. But, contrary to what movies and TV would have you believe, a person usually does not immediately just 'die' from having their neck snapped. The body has a few brief moments of life left after a spinal cord is snapped. And when you are trapped in the equivalent of a localized temporal distortion (at least mentally speaking), those few moments can stretch out even further.
Sadly, my impulsive decision to end the life of this evil woman happened during such an event. And the brief opportunity presented during one such mental time distortion, consequently, allowed my 'mother' to be given the chance to utilize her connection with Auntie C to work one last evil deed. None of us knew it at the time, but a seed had been planted and a path forward had been made for further turmoil and upheaval to plague us in time. Sheila also managed to get a last mental message off to me as well. "You got lucky you piece of shit! We will see how long your luck lasts boy! My revenge will be sweet little boy!"
I didn't really know what to make of her final words. And since that was all that I was aware of having happened, I didn't know to how to even investigate that. Much less where to even look for something potentially look deeper than just the last bitter 'words' of an evil woman. Her words obviously confused and troubled me. However, as can easily be guessed, we had far more immediate problems to deal with. Namely, the recently deceased acting CEO of a multi-billion dollar company whose eyes were in a silent staring contest with the ceiling whilst also having the rest of her body slumped forward onto her chest and my cock still embedded within.
Needless to say, I immediately drew back in horror, both at what I had just done and at having my dick inside a corpse. My aunt was mostly insensate at the time, as she happened to be laying beneath both of us in a sort of post-nut daze. I deduced that she was also in shock and, having extracted myself from my dead 'mother', rushed to help my aunt. Cecilia was awake, but was mostly incoherent at the time. But I managed to get her to come around and help me take stock of our current predicament. First things first, we absolutely HAD to free the girls. Then the rest of this crazy mess could begin to be addressed.
One thing that I have always loved about Cecilia is her amazing gift for finding creative solutions to problems. Remember how I mentioned that she played host to a group of female DnD enthusiasts? Well my beloved aunt was usually their game master, meaning that she ran the games and thus had to act out a huge variety of roles and voices on any given night. She was rather good at doing impressions of people that she knew or characters that she had created. You can probably see where I am going with this.
Once Auntie C had collected her wits about her once more, she came up with the idea of impersonating Sheila's voice to order the guards to leave the women where they were and deal with the 'guests' in the orgy room. She pulled off a very convincing performance in her imitation of Sheila. And naturally, the guards, who were under little more than a residual form of blind obedience-type control from my 'mother' anyway, saw nothing amiss when they were given orders sight unseen.
'Sheila' then 'ordered' me, very loudly, to retrieve the girls. So, playing the role of a newly turned stooge, I went back into the 'orgy' room and collected Maggie, Camille and Candy with a dumb smile plastered on my face. As soon as I touched the girls, I sent reassuring waves of calm into them and 'forced' them into the viewing room. Once the girls saw the dead body of Sheila, it was pretty obvious that we had somehow 'won'. But, it then became a hasty reunion followed by a blitz of questions and necessarily brief answers.
Both Auntie C and Maggie rushed into each other's arms in a show of utter relief at seeing the other safe. Camille also rushed to Cecilia, but their reunion was a little more reserved as Auntie C was still completely naked (Camille was not yet accustomed to hugging her fully nude aunt yet). And once Candy and Maggie had fully assured themselves that I was safe, the questions began. Sadly, we were in a time crunch, so most of the questions had to be postponed.
"What are we going to do with her?" Camille's tone spoke volumes, revealing both her uncertainty about how she felt about Sheila's death overall and further my specific part therein. Admittedly, I was also completely stumped as to what to do with our newly made sacrifice, I mean she was on an altar and everything... Sorry.
Anyways, Maggie was the one to come up with a solution for us here. "We need a rope. We need to stage this to look like she hung herself by kicking the coffin off of the dais." It was paper thin, but as Camille helpfully pointed out, we could possibly influence both the police and the Board of Directors into going along with the ruse. With the Camille and me running interference, there was every possible chance to make this work. Camille knew that Sheila had wanted to be cremated, likely so that no one would ever be able to uncover her secret posthumously. So we only had to keep the fiction going until the body was disposed of. After getting dressed once again, and with the makings of a real plan in place, I volunteered to tackle the first obstacle. Rope.
You would probably not be surprised to discover that it is actually very hard to find rope in a funeral home. Probably something to do with not letting people that are actively mourning have easy access to one of the easiest tools with which to make the pain go away permanently. I would have figured that would have been something that could have generated some job security, but I guess that I was wrong. Either way, it took me quite a good amount of time to not only find a suitable rope, but also some means with which to reach the ceiling joists to attach our 'suicide weapon'. Naturally this was made all the more burdensome by the fact that there were several dozen people all running and milling around.
Most of the participants in the group orgy seemed to have regained their senses somewhat and were naturally questioning all of the strange happenings. As I passed among them in search of rope, I overheard many comments about fuzzy dreams and highly inappropriate goings on within those dreams. Most people seemed to think that they had mysteriously fallen asleep and experienced some sort of highly erotic shared group fantasy in their dreams. Amazing what a human mind can do to rationalize such weird happenings.
