Chapter 7

“And here we are, the coronation of the first Emperor of Earth, Victor-Alexander I. His Imperial Majesty has reorganized Earth as the Imperium or Empire. The new Emperor has decided to hold his coronation in the Quirinal Palace in Rome, former official residence of the House of Savoy and its dynasty of Kings of Italy. Rome has been selected as the de jure capital of the Imperium, a fitting choice to say the least.

“The Imperial Senate will also be based in Rome, of course, with some one thousand appointees to sit as part of said body. They will be expected to formally confirm the newly codified body of laws imposed by the supreme leader of the world. Among these changes, of course, are the abolition of laws against public nudity, public lewdness, and public sexual congress. Also significant is the abrogation of the old age of consent laws in every nation on Earth, with a uniform age of consent set at fourteen.

“The new definition of rape is now limited to forcible rape, of course, one in keeping with past historical precedents, but at variance with more modern and postmodern notions of the term. Then again, the new Emperor has repeatedly castigated recent governments and legal systems for precisely that kind of ‘legislative and judicial fiction contradicted by human reality.’ He has consistently lamented the ‘rise of unfortunate feminist influence which has made the law ridiculous in the sight of anyone with a grain of logic or common sense.’

“Most notably, of course, is the repeal of any laws against catcalling and the abolition of the college kangaroo courts, as well as the full legalization of prostitution and brothels. Even the liquor and tobacco statutes have been altered to reflect the Emperor’s own sentiments, as he has been known to resent so-called ‘blue laws’ and restrictions on alcohol and tobacco. The age of majority for all practices is now set at fourteen, with both freedom and responsibility chosen instead of infantilizing adolescents,” the anchorwoman still blushed as she related the news, possibly because of the subject matter.

Just because the laws had changed, after all, didn’t mean that people’s prejudices were gone, and it would take some time and effort to alter these. Even requiring judges, politicians, clerics, and bureaucrats of the old regimes to wear dunce caps in public during processions intended to humiliate them didn’t bring the old attitudes entirely into disrepute. Yet. It would eventually change, but practice and use would be required to subvert these antiquated and obsolete social mores.

“She’s probably just hoping for her turn of being bent over and fucked hard by you, Uncle Frank,” Tammy teased me while kissing my face and sitting in my lap on a very comfortable sofa.

“I’d happily do it, too!” I exclaimed while fondling my pretty blonde niece and reveling in her kisses.

“Oh, I’m sure that you would ... and you should, honey! You really should!” Olivia, Tammy’s equally sultry mother encouraged me to boff the journalist in question.

“Would I get some sloppy seconds?” my brother Ernie joked, but I could tell that he was somewhat serious.

“Naturally. When haven’t you?” I chuckled as I patted Tammy on the bottom to remind my brother that he enjoyed his own daughter when my turn was up.

“He certainly did with me,” Britney Spears snickered as she sat somewhat gingerly on a plush armchair.

She indeed had reason to sit that way, given that I had fucked her sweet ass just before Ernie did ... and then the ladies had taken their turns with strap-on dildoes applied to her bottom. The pop diva had more than made her peace with it, of course. From the way that she winked at me, she was finally able to relax and enjoy life and pleasure on their own terms. Gone was the old “sweet, Southern Christian girl” persona, but also gone was the “crazy party girl” facade. She was a grown-ass woman who could revel in her rejuvenated body and the various delights of life at my imperial court as one of my concubines.

Oh, yes, pretty much all celebrity women, and more than a few who weren’t celebrities, were now my concubines. They were also concubines to His Imperial Highness, Prince Ernest, aka my brother Ernie, and to our wives. Karin, Anna-Lena, and Linnéa, my first wife and my lovely stepdaughters, were my lawful consorts so far, while Ernie was now wedded to Tammy as well as her mother. Tammy was Princess Tamara now, just as Olivia was Princess Olivia, whereas Karin was Empress Consort, and her daughters were Princesses Consort. Princess Anna-Lena and Princess Linnéa, my Swedish stepdaughters, exulted in their new way of life.