King: Cocksure

Render Unto Caesar

Chapter XXXVI

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This novel include graphic sex scenes, some involving minors, rape and forced sex. It is purely a fantasy and is not depicting real people or events. It is intended as a satire and is meant to be both funny and stimulating. The stories have a political slant as you will see. I hope you enjoy them. New chapters will be published as they are finished.

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Caesar’s Palace, of course.
That’s where my gracious hosts decided to take Donna and me after the confrontation in the Traveling Carnival parking lo in Las Vegas. Valeria’s right-hand man Petrovious was a rough customer who subdued Donna with the back of his hand. She continued to lay unconscious on the floor of the limousine while we pulled into the long circular drive in front of The Palace. I searched the faces of people gliding on the moving walk way that extended from the lobby of the hotel/casino to the sidewalks surrounding the property. None of them seemed even remotely aware of our plight.
“You will enjoy what we have prepared for you two,” Valeria said, addressing me casually in slightly accented English.
“If you are who you claim, how is it you know my language so well?” I said.
“Petrovious and I have lived in your time for nearly a decade now,” the empress said. “We have had more than enough time in your world to become experts in your tongue. I distress that people of your age are not so respectful of my tongue or my culture. Latin is a ‘dead’ language and the Roman Empire is always thought of in terms of its brutality. Frankly, it is your era that Petrovious and I find so appalling.”
“Yes, I have noticed how culturally superior you are in how you treated my friend, Donna, and your association with the known assassin, Negroso,” I said.
Negroso sat proudly in the front seat of the limo with the driver. He kept one ear cocked so he could hear our conversation but otherwise sat motionless and non-threatening.
“Negroso is the least of your worries,” Valeria said. “You should be worried about the very fate of the world and its people. We, Negroso included, have been sent to help you save it.”
“And why would you want to save our world?” I said sarcastically.
“Because my world was destroyed by the same forces that now threaten you,” she said. “Because those forces left me for dead in my time and I survived only because of the kindness of my progeny. History has recorded that I died in my time, but I sit before you now, proof that I our enemies can be defeated and we can survive.”
“Thanks for the pep talk. I never doubt that we couldn’t.”
“Your are over-confident because you know not the nature or dimensions of the threat you face,” Valeria said. “Tonight, that will change. I hope your bluster remains thereafter.”
“Bring it on, empress,” I said. Later, I would wish I hadn’t been so glib.
We were led out of the elevator on the 24th floor of the hotel into a corridor with metallic foil wallpaper with bold contemporary geometric shapes. Petrovious carried the still sleeping Donna like a feather. Negroso led the way and Valeria—ever the fashionably late royal—trailed behind. Negroso opened the door of one of the rooms and swung it open wide so we could see inside. Three people occupied the center of the plush Roman villa style room, a lanky sharply dressed CEO type, a beyond beautiful black girl, and slight nut-brown man of Indian descent. They all looked vaguely familiar yet somehow alien and distant.
“Welcome grand nephew,” the CEO type said, addressing me. “The pictures we have been presented do you no justice. In person, you are even more impressive. You may call me, Vlostock.”
“And I am called Rashan,” the Indian fellow said.
“Candy, just Candy,” the black girl said. “All my friends call me Candy and you definitely will be a friend,”
I nearly joined the unconscious Donna in repose on the plush couch at the center of the room.
“How can this be?” I said, stammering. “Mother told us you all died during World War II.”
“So we wanted our enemies to believe, but do we look lifeless to you?” Rashan said.
“But you were lost in a cave in Africa, surrounded by Nazi’s ready to kill you,” I said.
“So they might have,” said Rashan. “But using the life force present in the cavern, buried there long ago for our benefit, I was able to cast ourselves through the looking glass into a future time…your time.”
“We emerged from the flux five years ago guided here by your grandfather who remained behind to do what he could as our protector,” Vlostock said. “He continues to warn us of the coming storm.”
“Storm?” I said.
“All in good time,” Rashan said. “I think you already have begun to sense the dimensions of it. Suffice it to say that your grandfather was one who reformed the very remorseful Negroso over there and who keeps you safe.”
“See, I tell you I not such a bad fellow,” said Negroso.
“And of course, you all believe that Petrovious and I are such evil monsters, based solely on the inaccurate historical accounts of our time and the movies made about us in your time,” Valeria said.
“Always we Romans are feeding Christians to lions,” Petrovious said. “Do you not think Christians taste good or that lions do not need to eat? I have seen many Christians in your time I would like to feed to lions. Ralph Reed or that fuckin’ pope who refuses to assist Catholic children who have been molested by priests. What is up with that shit?”
Petrovious spoke in a much thicker accent than did Valeria, a slightly Italian, eastern European mixture. I surmised he was much less willing to make an effort to fit into modern times than was Valeria who had adapted quite well. Petrovious could easily have played a beefy a beefy crooked-nose hoodlum from the 1930s. He seemed to fit in with Vlostock and the rest of the crew from the 1930’s. Valeria, however, seemed timeless.
“Rome was in much better hands in our time,” Valeria said. “The Catholics have fucked up everything. These days it is all male/male orgies. A woman has to rely on artificial dick or dick stimulated by drugs.”
“Let us not speak of politics now,” Vlostock said. “We cannot help what the Republicans of this era have become.”
“Thank the ancient gods of Rome that we gave the world democracy,” Valeria said. “Otherwise, there would be no such thing as a big-dick horny Democrat like Bill Clinton or that positively glorious Barakus Obamus.”
I started to correct her but Negroso motioned crazily with his hands to tell me correcting the empress was not such a good idea.
“We have much to tell you and not a lot of time,” Vlostock said. “I would have liked to introduce you to another of our travel companions, Saana. Unfortunately, she did not escape the cave.”
“Yes, she is a great loss,” said Candy. “We have so missed her in this time.”
“You spoke of a coming storm,” I said.
“Yes, the horrible lizard of Atlantis and his half-human acolyte have joined forces and teamed with our enemies to reclaim the control of this planet,” Rashan said. “Only one thing prevents them from emerging from the folds of space time to challenge us.”
“One thing?” I said.
“Yes, grandson of my brother,” Vlostock said. “You are that person and I regret to say, a traitor in your midst threatens your very life. But I think you already knew that, don’t you.”
I fell into a fetal position on the bed, extremely weary and depressed. So much had been downloaded into my brain during the previous three hours, I was literally shaken to my core. All I wanted to do is sleep and esc ape the knowledge that had just been imparted to me. I had just closed my eyes, however, when there was a light tapping on the door to the hotel suite that I had just taken.
“Yes, come in,” I said.
I heard footsteps but I was afraid to look up.
“You okay?” Loyola said.
“I guess I will be okay,” I said.
“It is a lot to take in all at once,” she said. “It has taken me awhile to come to grips with it.”
“How long have you known?” I asked softly.
“Only recently did I come to understand the full significance, but as long as I worked for the Republican Party I suspected that a lot more was afoot than meets the eye,” she said.
“I have long suspected that the traitor in my midst was you,” I said.
“A diversion,” she said, positioning herself on the edge of the bed. “Your family’s enemies are very clever. I was hired to keep your focus engaged. Unfortunately for my employers, I soon fell in love with you and could no longer countenance the things I was being asked to do.”
“Still, it was hard for me not to believe that you did not have a different agenda,” I said.
“Walking a tight rope between two opposing forces is complicated,” she smiled. “I am nothing if not complicated.”
“You say you love me,” I said. “Ever since that night in the garden, I thought I loved you.”
“Which is why you’ve screwed everything that moved since that night,” Loyola laughed. “No, there is only one person you love. You have your own Petrovious and while it took me awhile to be alright with that, I understand now that your promiscuity is a part of your nature. It’s who you are and what makes you great as the leader of your family in this era.”
“I am sorry,” I said.
“Don’t be,” Loyola said, playing with my hair. “It is who you are. By the way, Donna is up and walking around now and she was concerned about you.”
“She knows?” I asked.
“Yes, Petrovious gave her the same story you have been told. He’s quite a guy, Petrovious. Not a bad fellow to have around. And Valeria is okay, too.”
“I never thought anyone could handle Donna so easily,” I said, “and she is okay and has forgiven him?”
“I think her pride hurts more than anything, and I think she might even have a little crush on Petrovious. She’s still loves you though. She told me to come over here and give Popeye his spinach. She’s too sore to do it right now.”
“Spinach?” I said weakly.
For the next few hours, I made love to Loyola like a mad dog in heat. I tossed her around the room like a rag doll and she clawed and hissed like some sleek kitten from hell. I poked every orifice as if my life depended on it, again and again. Even at her wildest, Loyola always retained that fresh, elegant appearance that spoke volumes about her nature: lady by day, whore at night.
In the early morning, Valeria joined us.
“I don’t suppose great, great, great, great, great, whatever, grandson that you could do your granny a favor, too,” Valeria said.
Valeria was mature but she was still a beautiful, insatiable woman. Never, in fact, have I screwed two such indefatigable women in succession. As I penetrated Valeria, I felt the eons of ejaculation and birth in all of the vaginal canals of history flow through me into making me what I am. It was if I had plugged into an endless source of energy that reignited my soul. The ancient drums again pounded in my head and suddenly, I understood.
I did not know what time it was when I walked from that hotel suite. Days had passed, perhaps months.
I found my cell phone and called the office.
“Get ready, Creech,” I said. “I am coming home.”