Summer Skye

Madison led Zack to his uncle and mother, who were walking across the grounds together. As they approached, Zack noticed that they were walking very closely together.

“Mother.” Zack said as he approached. Madison hung back as Zack walked up.

“Zack.” Monica greeted him with a big smile. She said something quietly to Zack’s uncle, and he walked off.

“I’m going to go visit Lady Ashley Woodsen. I just figured I’d let you know before I left.” Zack said. Monica furrowed her brow.

“Why are you going to see Ashley?” she inquired, “You’re not courting her, are you?”

“Why can’t I court her?” Zack wondered. Monica gave him an incredulous look.

“Because planning is beginning for her to be betrothed to Jared of House Lockett.” Monica answered. Well, then.

“Well, there’s no reason to worry. I’m not courting her.” Zack waved off his mother’s concerns. She nodded.

“Good.” she said.

“Hey, Mother, have you ever heard of a Skye Willows or a Trent Thornton? Or a Chloe McRose?” Zack asked hopefully. He already knew Brandon was a servant at House Woodsen, and Ashley was, of course, at House Woodsen. He had no idea where Heather was, but her family was incredibly influential back in the real world, so something told Zack that asking about her would only raise suspicion.

“I do know those people, yes. But you should know Chloe McRose.” Monica squinted.

“Right, of course. I’m feeling a bit forgetful today.” Zack made an excuse.

“I see. Well, Trent Thornton is of a minor house, one not half as influential or wealthy as ours. Skye Willows is currently here at House Bishop. She was imprisoned from trying to steal from your father.” Monica said. Zack’s eyebrows raised.

“Do you think I’ll be able to talk to her?” Zack asked hopefully. Monica shrugged.

“I’m sure you could, but why would you want to?” Monica frowned.

“Ah... I heard she was very beautiful.” Zack said quickly.

Monica laughed.

“She is. But she’s also a prisoner, which means...” Monica trailed off.

“Off-limits?” Zack finished without thinking.

“Yes, I suppose so.” Monica nodded.

“Right. Thank you, mother.” Zack said. Monica kissed his cheek and gave him a smile before walking off.

Zack shook his head in frustration and walked back to Madison.

“Everything alright, my lord?” Madison inquired. God, that was a damn sexy phrase when coming from her lips. Why was Zack so attracted to this Madison? He had never really paid real Madison any attention, romantically speaking, but this version of her was eye-catching.

“Yes, thank you Madison.” Zack said, “But if it’s not too much trouble, could you escort me down to see Skye Willows?”

“I’d be happy to, my lord.” Madison smiled, and Zack smiled back at her.

———

Madison led Zack down to the house’s small little prison. It only had two cells, and one was currently occupied by a naked woman with long brown hair, large breasts, a shapely hourglass figure, and tears streaming down her lovely face.

“Skye.” Zack said, and the naked prisoner looked up at him and gave a watery smile of relief.

“Madison, could you please give us some privacy?” Zack asked her.

Madison nodded, and walked off, leaving her lord behind with the prisoner. He’d spent an exorbitant amount of time with her today, and she couldn’t deny how happy that made her.

She’d long had feelings for her lord, but her mother, who served Lord Gregory dutifully, stressed that Madison couldn’t make the first move. She had to keep her feelings completely hidden, unless Lord Zack ever showed any interest in her.

Of course, being asked to escort her lord somewhere was no indication of romantic or sexual feelings, but for the first time in a long time, Madison had hope.

———

Zack knelt down so he was eye level with Skye. She looked different in this world. She, like Zack, looked a year or two older, and she had longer hair than in real life, and it didn’t have blond highlights, it was just brown.

“I’m so glad you’re here.” Skye said tearfully.

“How’d you know I was here?” Zack asked, examining the lock on the door.

“Your father, he came and threatened me. What the hell happened? Why am I in a cell? And why do you look older?” Skye asked.

“As far as I can tell, we’re in some kind of parallel dimension. Everybody’s two years older, as far as I can tell, and it’s some kind of weird medieval world.” Zack relayed information.

“So, why am I in prison?” Skye asked.

“We got dropped into the bodies of the versions of us who live in this weird world. So, this world’s Skye must be a thief.” Zack shrugged. He was studiously trying to avoid looking at Skye’s large, beautiful breasts.

“Can you help me get out of here? Your father told me he’s going to be torturing me tomorrow morning.” Skye asked hopefully. Zack looked around for a key, and saw nothing.

“I don’t have a key to the prison. I’ll try to steal one. And then we’ll have to go and find the others who came with us. I’ve already found out where two of them will be, but I’ve yet to reach them.” Zack explained.

“Please hurry.” Skye said vulnerably. It couldn’t be easy waking up in a prison with the threat of **** hanging over your head.

“Hey, I’ll do my best to get you out. And if I can’t get the key, I’ll be here bright and early tomorrow morning to try to stop you from being tortured.” Zack said.

“Thank you.” Skye smiled. Zack smiled back.

He then hurried off to find his father.

———

Zack went straight to his father’s bedroom. Admittedly, he had to ask a servant directions, but he got there in the end.

Zack knocked on the door, and it was opened by a very busty strawberry blond woman that Zack vaguely recognized. She was in a silky robe, which showed off her long, creamy legs and her impressive cleavage.

“My Lord.” she gave Zack a sultry grin, and then she kissed him. Stunned, Zack kissed back, and the woman pressed her body firmly against Zack’s, and he put his hands on her hips.

“Where’s my father?” Zack gasped when the woman drew back. It clicked who she was when he saw her close up. Summer somebody, he was pretty sure. She worked with his real life dad at the hospital.

“In the bath. No need to worry about being caught.” Summer said in a sexy purr. Jesus, how much of a player was medieval Zack? He was banging his cousin and the woman who Zack assumed was his father’s mistress? Who else was a notch in medieval Zack’s belt?

“Good.” Zack said, and grabbed handfuls of Summer’s very large breasts, and did admittedly enjoy the feeling of them and the adorable mewls that came from her mouth.

“I need to duck into my father’s room for something quickly.” Zack said apologetically. Summer gave him a peck on the lips.

“Go on in. I’ll be here waiting for you. Don’t let Scarlett see you.” Summer cautioned.

Who was Scarlett?

Zack stepped quietly into his father’s room, and ducked quickly because he realized there was a view of the bathroom. He couldn’t see the bathtub or his father, but he did see a familiar girl soaping up a cloth.

The girl was Scarlett Soren, a classmate of his in the real world. Her long, wavy blond hair was pulled back into a tight bun, and she, too, looked older. It was a little bit ironic that she was now a servant, considering how vain and selfish she was in the real world.

Zack sneakily crept around, opening cupboards, drawers, and even a closet, but he was yet to find any keys.

It occurred to him that his father might have the keys on him. Sterling his nerves, Zack crept into the bathroom. He peered around the corner. It was a very large bathroom, and across the room was a large bathtub, where Scarlett and his father were. Scarlett was still clothed, thank goodness. He did not want to watch his father getting it on with his classmate, even if they were alternate versions of them.

Zack saw his father’s clothes sitting on a bench, and on his belt was a key ring.

Zack moved quietly over to the bench, and grabbed the keys firmly in his hand so they didn’t jingle, and with his other hand, he carefully slid them off his father’s belt.

Then, he hauled ass out of there, sliding the keys into his pocket. When he emerged from his father’s bedroom, he saw that Summer was still waiting for him, as she’d promised.

“Took you long enough.” Summer huffed, and Zack gave an apologetic grin and tugged the hot older woman against him, kissing her passionately. He tried to tell himself that he was just playing a role, but honestly, he did like having such sexy women be into him, even if they weren’t really into HIM.

Zack let his hands roam across Summer’s thick curves, enjoying the feel of it as they made out frantically in the corridor. Eventually, Summer placed her hands on Zack’s chest and pushed him back a step.

“Your father’s bath must be almost over. You should go.” Summer apologized. Zack nodded, pretending to look ****. As much as he liked kissing Summer, he needed to save Skye.

“Alright. Farewell.” Zack said, and hurried off back to the prison.

When he descended down the stairs into the prison, he was grateful to see nobody was there.

“Skye!” Zack hissed, and the brunette girl looked up at him holding a key ring, and beamed.

“Thank you so much!” Skye said, looking relieved.

“No problem.” Zack said, and tried to unlock the cell door with the first key on the ring, to no avail. He worked through three more keys before the cell door clicked open.

Zack walked into the cell and knelt down beside Skye, and grabbed the smallest key and inserted it into her left hand cuff, and unlocked it, then did her right hand. When she was free, Skye threw her arms around Zack, crying from joy, and Zack squeezed her tightly, enjoying the feel of her naked body.

Wow. This medieval world was turning Zack into a perv.

Skye and Zack broke the hug and Zack helped Skye to her feet.

“Do you have any clothes?” Skye shivered. Her nipples were rock hard, and goosebumps were all over her skin, so Zack presumed she was cold. Zack pulled off his long sleeve white collared shirt and offered it to Skye. She took it with a grateful smile and tugged it down over her head. It was rather large, as medieval Zack was jacked.

The shirt covered Skye’s large breasts, and hung down past her wide hips, so it covered her pussy.

“Alright. Let’s go. We’re going to have to sneak you through the manor, because you are a criminal.” Zack reminded her. Skye nodded.

“Alright. Where are we headed, then?” Skye asked as she and Zack walked up the steps from the prison.

“My bedroom. We both need some clothes.” Zack said.

“What about, uh, girl clothes?” Skye asked.

“My cousin Paris’ bedroom is next door to mine. We can steal from her.” Zack shrugged. Skye nodded.

“Let’s go, then.” she said.