The Queen, dethroned

"Turn it off." The voice of lady Cassandra sounds weak. She can't look at the camera. Her head is down, hiden behind her hands. Lily stops the video, although she doesn't appear to do it out of mercy.

"It is time that you face some consequences, mother." Says your sister. "Not only did you kill Frank and hide it for decades, but you have mistreated and sexually abused his son as well to relive some twisted fantasy. If this sees the light of the day you will face a full life sentence." Cassandra does not answer. She still doesn't look up. "As I said, you will renounce to your position as leader of the Barton Conglomerate and give it to me. You will receive a generous retirement annuity and you are free to keep this house for yourself and your deviancies, which shall be kept hidden from the word."

"Amelia is my direct heir. Not you." The matriarch says with a whisper.

"She too will renounce her rights."

"Excuse me?" Says Amelia.

Lily turns to her sister. "There is also a wonderful video of you on your knees, sucking your half brother's cock, begging to be his slut. I could send it to every corner of the internet with the push of a button."

Amelia's eyes are open in shock revealing the shadow of a tear. The revelations about her mother had affect her too. "I... don't believe you..."

Lily does indeed push a button. A new video starts to play and you quickly remember the scene. On a hallway, amidst the portraits of long dead Bartons. Amelia is moving her head back and forth on your cock, moaning in delight. Both of you move with such intensity that it is hard to say if you are fucking her face or if she is doing the facefucking herself. Lily turns up the volume and the sound of her sloppy ministrations fills the room with all its gags and slurps. "Such a refined technique, sister." Says Lily. "I really appreciate your effort and your commitment to our brother... You might survive the public backlash, but I assure you that our shareholders would not appreciate this... passion. You would be a penniless CEO, quite soon."

"You fucking bitch..." Says Amelia.

"You are not fit to rule, sister. You have no self-control and too many passions to keep in check. Do not fear, tough. Your annuity will be quite generous too. I'm sure you will be able to buy all the **** and boy-toys you shall desire for the rest of your life. But you will not **** our brother one day more, and neither would you, dear mother. I will make sure that he has the life he deserves, no longer a servant, far away from these hall. Mark, come with me."

She extends her hand and takes yours. Her fingers feel warm and safe, like they could end all madness. You look at her and see her beautiful deep eyes. They carry the same love they always had even with her recent sternness. She still looks like an angel, like the only woman who can save you. It feels so easy to obey and follow her, like you always had...

But will you?

So, here it is, boys and gals! We have arrived at the final turning point. From here on out there will be a diverging path that determines which different ending you choose. I must warn you all though: some endings will be very wholesome and happy, but others... Not so much. In fact, some will get really dark. I have between four and six of them planned and you should see them really soon. Oh, and you better give me a good final Carnage about which sister/woman has the better ending. I want to see blood.

This was a really fun story and I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. Take care you all and remember: my stories make you horny, your likes and comments make ME horny.