King: Cocksure

Tectonic Plates

Chapter XXXIV

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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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From the moment Efram was catapulted out of this sphere into a place where time and space did not exist, he sensed the gathering storm emanating from the infinite niches of dimensions unseen.  He knew he could not leave.  Someone needed to stay behind and warn others what was coming.  Early on, he possessed the capacity to return but the longer he stayed within what he called "limbo", the more difficult it became for him to manifest himself in our time/space continuum.  Actually, it became painful and increased his vulnerability to stay long among us.

So he appeared infrequently to members of our family, including me, who he felt could understand his message.  Where possible, he intervened to save other family members threatened by our enemies.  He had brought Valeria and Petrovious forward in time to 10 years ago in our era.  He also had rescued his brother Vlostock, Rashan and Candy from Salgalcano and the Nazi's from that cave in Africa, utilizing the power of the Quin embedded between dimensions in that cave in Africa by Cresendyas.  He'd heard Rashan's pleas for assistance and pulled him Vlostock and Candy forward in time to approximately five years earlier, our era.  Then he transposed the Quin to a new location where it could not so easily be found by those who might use it for destruction.

He was not in time to rescue Saana who already had been shot and killed by the time he arrived.   Efram did not have the power of life and death. Yet he possessed sufficient energy to pull members of his family he felt crucial to confronting the coming menace into "limbo" and then projecting them to a time and place of safety.  He wanted to concentrate resources in an era where he felt the coming threat was greatest.

Belial, the beast of Atlantis, had discovered his quarry.  The sentient ancient reptiles had fled the earth eons before the arrival of man.  The cooling planet and the diminishing oxygen levels had made the atmosphere unsatisfactory here and they could not remain.  They lost all interest in the planet which had given them birth and were content to occupy the dimensions into which they fled.

Belial, however, had always planned to return after he found the reptiles and discovered their technological secrets.  He longed to return to the earth, restore his Atlantean empire and rule on earth once again. He persuaded the reptiles to assist him and assembled a massive army of their non-sentient warriors, who he planned would one day spill out of the niches of space time and restore him to power.

Evidence of his growing power and the counter response was evident everywhere.  The rising tide of UFO sightings, crop circles and other unexplainable phenomenon all were harbingers of Belial's return.  His agents throughout time, including our own, worked to prepare the world for his return.   They exploited and exacerbated the historic split in my family and tried to bring my wing of the family to its knees.  We were the only force, they felt, who could somehow threaten their return to absolute power.

Buckner was Belial's top agent in our time.  Born of European aristocracy, Buckner had assembled resources in this time just as Efram had.  It was he who used Belial's power to bring Salgalcalcano and his henchman, Guiseppe to the future.  He'd also brought the assassin Negroso into his fold unaware that Efram had turned Negroso to an ally decades earlier.  But who knew how many others were working to prepare the way for Belial's return, including according to Vlostock, a spy in my own midst?

I walked up to Creech and planted a big kiss on her tender lips.  She was taken aback my the passion in me.  Ever since I returned from Las Vegas in the late spring, I'd done everything in my power to show my office manager how much I cared for her and respected her.  I had not yet taken the fateful step of showing anything more than affection, but I could tell that I was making her uneasy. 

"Boss, you are starting to really worry me," she said. "You forget that I have been mad at you for some time now and I am not quite sure what to make of this new side of you."

"Take it it for what it is, Creech," I said. 

"Which is...?"

"A sign of my love and caring and appreciation for all you do for me."

"Okay, but why all of the sudden?"

"I always have cared, dear," I said. "But now I know you can handle it."

"How do you figure?"

"Let's just say a little birdie told me," I said.

"Hey, little birdie, if I were you, I'd hide out," a voice from behind me said.

"A giant chicken hawk is on the warpath looking for you."

"Still railing about that damn sequel?" I asked Piglet who snuck into the office while I was not looking.

"She had some dude peter poking me in the ear drum on the set because I would not tell her where you were," Piglet said.  "She told me she was going to have what few brains I have fucked out."

"Gloria in excelsis die," I said.

"You have been lapsing into Latin a lot lately," Creech said.  "What gives?"

"I have some friends who have been reminding me of my Catholic up bringing," I said.

"You were raised Catholic?" Piglet said.

"No, but they were responsible for quite a bit of up bringing for me," I explained.  "Now take me to Gloria so we can settle this once and for all."

For weeks since my return, Gloria had been trying to convince me to star in the sequel to her island rough-sex  block buster Teen Anal Angels II.  I'd been resisting, however, because I had been so busy with my new family responsibilities. Gloria, however, would not take no for an answer.  My role was integral to the plot, she claimed, and I just had to reprise my role from the original.  Her financing had been slow in coming due to the sputtering economy.  Heck, even James Bond was finding it tough to get financing in the present environment.  But now that everything had fallen into place, she was even more adamant that I agree to perform for her.

Devon, Claire, Piglet and all of the other girls from the original had agreed to return, albeit in reduced non-starring roles. Gloria had a whole new cast of fresh, young girls she wanted me to abuse on the island.  Terry Dendridge, for example, would have a key role, Gloria hinted.

"I kind of hope you'll agree to be in Gloria's next film," Piglet said as we rounded the bend toward the studio where Gloria was shooting a virtual sex video.  "Except for that student film at the University of Illinois last fall, you haven't appeared in any videos in more than a year."

"You girls have been keeping me pretty busy with sex," I told her.

"Yeh, but, it doesn't seem real to me any more unless it is on video," she said.

If that wasn't an indictment of the current age, I could not imagine what was. Valeria and Petrovious were right to be cynical about the modern era.

Gloria was on my back before I could open my mouth.  Come on, Brad, she said, everything is in place now but you. The last bank signed on last night."

"Hope the are not using bail out money to finance porn," I said.  "We'll all end up in jail if you Republicans have your way."

"This has nothing to do with politics," she said. "People have expectations when they go to movie sequels.  They want to see the same people in the same situations."

"They want to see the same movie," I said. "But explains to me this:  How likely is it that the same guy is going to be marooned twice on a desert island with dozens of horny young, anally inclined teens?  I never get that about sequels. No one ever questions the logic of the same thing happening again and again to the same people.  Someone different, maybe?  But John McClain assaulted by terrorists four times, I don't think so."

"One of the times it was the brother of the terrorists from the first movie out for revenge," Piglet said, sheepishly.

"Piglet, don't you start, too." I said.

"Look, I know something that will make you want to appear," Gloria said. "We're videotaping on the same island as the first."

"I don't have time to be away from the business here in Los Angeles," I complained.

"The girls we've lined up to film are positively scrumptious," Gloria said. 

"I have my choice of the most scrumptilicious girls in the world," I said. 

"I know," Gloria said.  "But this time, one of them is Creech."

I was too stunned to respond.   It was just as well because suddenly one of the meat puppets Gloria was videotaping hammering away at a conical object while a girl on the opposite side of the room writhed in ecstacy disappeared in a sudden flash.

"What the hell just happened?"  Gloria screamed.  "Where's the beef?"

There was a small cloud of blue smoke where the mope once stood.  Now he was just gone.

"Christ," Gloria wailed.  "I can't get beef for my blockbusters and can't keep beef for my minor artistic indie films."

"Mr. Surecock, did that big cock devil just disappear?" Piglet said. 

"I think that's a good guess, Piglet," I responded.

I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket and punched up the speed dial for Donna's office phone.

"It's here, Donna," I told her when she answered. "I--we--found it."