Where Are They?!

Taylor Bishop tapped her foot impatiently as the police continued to search the Knight Club for any clues.

Taylor’s brother, her little brother, was gone. He went to the club with some of his friends and then, according to witness statements, there was a huge flash of light and Zack, all of his friends, and their waitress, were gone. In an instant.

“Tay!” a voice shouted, and Taylor turned to see her best friend, Hannah, walking towards her, looking every bit as worried as Taylor felt.

Hannah’s little sister, Ashley, was among those who vanished.

“What happened? Mom called me and said that… that Ashley was missing.” Hannah said, looking a little dazed. Taylor threw her arms around her best friend, and the two college-aged girls held each other.

“The police don’t know what happened. Apparently, everyone in the club just saw a bright flash of light for like, one second, and then Zack, Ashley, their friends, and their waitress vanished.” Taylor explained.

“I should’ve come home. Maybe if I hadn’t stayed with that stupid guy over the weekend I could have been here, maybe I could’ve helped.” Hannah despaired.

“I was here, Han, and it didn’t do a damn thing for Zack.” Taylor sighed.

“It doesn’t matter. For far too long, I have always prioritized having a good time and getting laid over spending time with my sister. And now… and now she’s gone.” Hannah sniffled.

“The police are going to find them.” Taylor assured her friend.

“I can’t just sit around and wait for them to find my little sister. I need to do something!” Hannah exclaimed angrily. An idea formed quickly in Taylor’s head.

“I know a guy who might be able to let us see what happened to them.” Taylor realized.

“You do? Who?” Hannah demanded.

“Gavin.” Taylor said simply. Hannah’s eyes widened.

———

Zack Bishop woke up to the feeling of someone softly shaking him awake. His eyes opened to see his mother, Monica, leaning over him. For one glorious second, Zack was able to forget that he was stuck in some medieval alternate world.

Then, he noticed what his mother was wearing and reality hit like a ton of bricks.

Monica was in a deep violet dress with a V neckline, the point of which was just above her navel. The dress had pushed her breasts together and showed off ALL the cleavage that that created, along with her smooth torso.

“Why are you dressed so…” Zack waved a hand, forcing his gaze up to his mother’s face. He wasn’t super into the family lust thing, but after his time with Paris, and the way Monica was dressed, it was becoming hard to keep Zack’s thoughts pure.

“I wanted to look my best for when our guests arrived.” Monica explained.

“Guests?” Zack wondered. Monica touched Zack’s cheek tenderly.

“I can’t believe you forgot. King Robert, Queen Leah, and Princess Heather are coming to visit. You were told this weeks in advance. Princess Heather is of marrying age, so they’re visiting some noble families with eligible males for the princess to wed.” Monica explained.

“Oh. Right. I’m afraid it slipped my mind.” Zack apologized. He glanced over at where Taylor had been sleeping when Zack fell asleep.

“It’s alright, dear. Just get dressed quickly. Do you need a servant to help you with that?” Monica asked.

“No, I’ll be alright. Uh, last night, I brought a guest, Lady Ashley Woodsen. Is she still here?” Zack asked.

“Yes, she is. Your servant girl, Madison, has been attending to her.” Monica said, “But I’m not sure it’s wise for her to be here while the royal family is seeking eligible males.”

“I’m not romantically or, uh, otherwise involved with Lady Ashley.” Zack hastened to assure his mother.

“I figured. But I had to be sure.” Monica smiled.

Monica leaned down to kiss Zack’s cheek, and then she stood up and left Zack’s room.

———

After getting dressed in something that looked fancy, Zack headed down to the entrance hall, or tried to.

The Bishop manor was a confusing one, and Zack was helplessly lost.

Fortunately for him, he encountered his aunt Louise, who was dressed similarly to Monica, except the point of the V of her dress was slightly higher, and her dress was a beautiful emerald green.

“Zack! What are you doing on this side of the manor? The royal family is arriving from the south side.” Aunt Louise asked curiously.

“I was coming to see if you needed anything, aunt.” Zack lied quickly. He was getting a little too good at that to feel entirely comfortable.

Louise smiled, and touched Zack’s arm.

“I’m quite alright, Zack. But I appreciate the gesture.” Louise gave a smile that wasn’t too far off from the sultry smile Paris had kept giving Zack when he’d woken up in bed with her. Uh oh.

Putting on a polite smile, Zack offered Louise his arm.

“Stealing me away from your uncle?” Louise teased, her eyes dancing.

Zack felt an odd feeling wash over him, and his mouth opened of its’ own volition.

“A woman as beautiful of you would be worth the theft, dearest aunt.” Zack said, but it wasn’t really Zack. It was like the words had **** themselves out.

Louise’s cheeks reddened the tiniest bit, and she tugged their linked arms towards her cleavage, so that Zack’s upper arm was resting against the side of her breast.

What was that? Why had Zack been almost… **** to flirt with his aunt? Zack was just happy to see his aunt Louise who had been dead for a while in his own world, and now he had been **** into making it sexual!

The way the words had come out was very medieval sounding. But… there was no way medieval Zack was regaining control, was there?

Zack and Louise walked into a big room where a trio of familiar people were sitting.

Robert Ravers, dressed fancy in velvet and with a gold crown upon his dark locks, sat on an armchair beside Leah Green, who was his girlfriend in the real world. Leah, who was Robert’s queen in this world, had a gold tiara in her red locks. She was an admittedly very beautiful woman with freckles all over her face, intelligent green eyes, and medium sized breasts. Currently, she wore a light green dress that tastefully showed off the very top of her cleavage, unlike Monica and Louise who bared their entire cleavage to anyone with eyes.

Heather sat in an armchair, and Zack was briefly shocked at how incredible she looked. Much like Madison and Ashley, the extra two years had done wonders for her. She was wearing a light blue dress that showed off more cleavage than Leah, but far less cleavage than Monica or Louise. Heather’s dark hair was longer in this world, and nestled in it was a silver tiara. Her large, full breasts protruded noticeably in her tight dress, and the ring on her index finger glinted with an azure stone.

For some reason, the azure stone made it difficult for Zack to think. Why couldn’t he… he was struggling to remember…

Lord Zachary of House Bishop straightened up and flashed his most charming smile at the assembled crowd.

“Your Majesties. It is an honor to have you here in our humble manor.” Zachary said politely.

“Your home is absolutely lovely.” Queen Leah smiled at Zachary.

“My thanks, Your Grace.” Zachary bowed, and beside him, his aunt Louise curtsied.

Zachary walked forwards to where his mother stood, and placed a hand on her hip, leaning in to whisper in her ear.

“Where is Father? His absence is glaring.” Zachary whispered.

“I wish I knew where he was. Shall I send a servant to find him?” Monica whispered back.

“Absolutely.” Zachary nodded.

He stepped away from his mother and turned towards the three royals.

“Princess Heather, you look absolutely divine in that dress.” Zachary smiled warmly at the princess.

She gave Zachary a warm smile.

“Thank you, Lord Zachary.” Princess Heather smiled.

“And of course, I would be remiss to not comment on your beauty, Queen Leah.” Zachary inclined his head respectfully towards the queen. She looked pleased at the comment.

“No comments on my beauty?” King Robert chuckled.

“You blow your competition away, Your Majesty.” Zachary grinned back at him. The king gave a chuckle.

“Lady Monica, your son has become quite the charming young man.” Queen Leah confided to Monica, who gave a laugh.

“Indeed he is.” Monica smiled back at the queen.

Madison came into the room, her eyes seeking out Zachary.

Zachary beckoned her forwards, and Madison hurried towards him.

“What news?” Zachary asked.

“Your father is in a drunken sleep, I’m afraid, my lord.” Madison said softly into Zachary’s ear.

Zachary gave a sigh of displeasure.

“Thank you, Madison.” Zachary said, and she nodded and stepped away.

“It seems that my father is otherwise disposed.” Zachary said with thinly veiled distaste. King Robert assuredly picked up on it. Behind his kind eyes sat a sharp mind that takes in almost everything. Zachary didn’t particularly mind the king noticing, as it at least cemented that he was displeased with his father’s actions.

“That’s quite alright.” King Robert said, smiling, “Now, the purpose of this visit was for you and my daughter to spend some time together, Zachary, but I do not think you can do that if we are all in the room.”

“No, indeed.” Queen Leah agreed with her husband. Zachary noticed that the queen’s eyes lingered on him for a second before she rose to her feet. Hm. Perhaps he could have a night of passion with the queen. She certainly seemed interested, and Zachary was an infamous ladies man. Women like Lady Jessalyn Granmeyer, Lady Summer Mayfield, Lady Mary Moreau, and so many other women of both noble and common blood had all submitted to Zachary’s charms.

Not to mention his cousin, Paris, who was by far his favorite of his lovers, with the possible exclusion of Summer Mayfield. He enjoyed her not just for her amazingly large breasts, but for the taboo of getting his hands all over the woman that his father thought better than Monica Campbell.

If Zachary was married to a woman like Lady Monica Campbell, he wouldn’t have a long-term mistress. He would be enjoying his wife’s body practically non-stop. Monica Campbell was far too good for Zachary’s pathetic father. So was Summer Mayfield, frankly, but both Houses Campbell and Mayfield were losing money fast, and Gregory Bishop’s only attractive quality was his wealth.

Hmm… perhaps Zachary should seduce Monica, make her the wife of a REAL Bishop man.

That idea was tempting.

“So, Lord Zachary, Heather, perhaps you’d like to head into an empty room so you can get to know one another?” King Robert prompted.

“Of course. Madison, the secondary living room is prepared for guests, is it not?” Zachary questioned his personal servant girl.

“Yes, my lord.” Madison nodded.

“Then if you wouldn’t mind, please escort myself and the beautiful Princess Heather there.” Zachary said.

“Of course.” Madison smiled.

———

Chloe McRose woke up to feel a gag in her mouth, and an unusual sensation in her stomach. She opened her eyes wearily, and glanced down at her body. Her NAKED body. She let out a yelp which was stifled by the gag.

Her stomach was swollen up, looking to be about seven months pregnant, give or take.

She had been **** into a spread-eagle position, her hands and legs all tied to the bedposts.

Where the hell was she?

“Chloe, darling…” a familiar voice cooed, and Chloe’s eyes almost bugged out when she saw the figure walking towards her naked, and looking significantly older than when Chloe had last seen them.

If Chloe could speak, she would have said three words.

What the fuck?