Roswell Fanatics

Title - The Universal Truth of All Things...
Category - UC/Slash Adult.
Warnings - Severe Adult content sexual situations you know the drill
Pairings - All and Everything
Disclaimer - I own nothing except the plot!

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Rath heard the moans and pants through the door and knew what was happening on the other side. He pushed the doors open and entered. He sealed the doors behind him and removed his coat.

He walked around a room divider to find two nude bodies on the bed. Vilandra and her lover.

Her lover was bound by the wrists to the bed as Vilandra knelt over an active tongue. She moaned and cried out as she was pleasured.

Rath felt himself stir. He removed the rest of his clothing and joined the pair on the bed. Kneeling beside Vilandra he fondled her breasts and cruelly pinched her nipples. Her eyes lit up and she leaned over to kiss him. As he assaulted her mouth his hands reached down to squeeze the pair of breasts beneath her.

Vilandra’s lover lay stretched out underneath Vilandra, her head resting on a pillow as she pleasured her mistress, whilst her feet barely made it halfway down the huge bed. Rath licked his lips and positioned himself at her entrance. His hands groped her thighs and buttocks as he quickly and forcefully entered her sopping wet pussy. She moaned in a combination of pain and pleasure. He was rough. He had been so turned on by the sight before him that he climaxed quickly.

His breathing barely affected he removed himself from her just as Vilandra came in her mouth. Their lover hadn’t climaxed and was left lying on the bed as the couple evacuated the room.

Moments later a servant came and freed her from her bondage. Avoiding all eye contact with her, the servant left, allowing her to gather her robe and fasten it around her body. Her hips ached from Rath’s ministrations.

She used the secret passageway behind a tapestry to return to her quarters in the rooms above. She slowly ascended the stairs and entered a communal area where she found two of her three companions. She curiously looked at her friend as she painted her nails.

“Where is he?” Her friend barely glanced up as she stated.

“Zan needed him!” She grimaced as the polish tainted her skin. “He’ll be sore tomorrow!”

Nodding, she continued on to her quarters. She was about to remove her robe when a pair of male hands stopped her. She looked up and saw that her other companion had followed her from the lounge. Without a word spoken between them he lifted her onto the bed and gave her the completion that her body craved. She cried out and disengaged from her partner. She remained on the bed as he gave her a small kiss to the temple and left the room.

The Royal Four rarely gave them completion so they had taken the task upon themselves. Rising from the bed, her muscles protested in pain, she moved to the mirror and was startled at how far she was from where she always believed she would be at this point in her life.

Turning to her left she picked up a photo of the four companions. They all seemed so happy. Happiness was a foreign concept at the moment. Knowing that her friend would need her once he returned she remained nude and made her way to his room.

He had great difficulties in pleasuring Zan or Rath. His male pride would not allow him to admit that he found any pleasure in it for himself. She knew better. She found pleasure in her intimacies with Ava and Isabel…

“No, not Isabel.” She reminded herself. “Vilandra!”

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A male figure ascended the secret stairwell towards his room. He needed to be alone. He ignored the two seated in the lounge and pushed on the door to his room. He saw her sitting on his bed and pleaded with her, through his eyes, to leave him. She remained seated.

This was a silent argument that he never won. He moved over to the desk and gripped the chair until his knuckles turned white.

“Did he please you?” She asked directly. She could see him flinch. “Answer the question Kyle!” She prompted.

“Yes.” He bit out. His body automatically clenched in Zan or Rath’s presence. It made the ordeal so much worse but he couldn’t accept it.

“It’s ok!” She whispered, rising to embrace him. He turned to her with fire in his eyes. He strode towards her and pushed her roughly down on the bed. Using his height and weight advantage he pinned her shoulders with his hands and her hips and legs with his lower body.

“It’s ok?” Kyle demanded. “You have no idea!” Reaching between their bodies she opened his robe and grabbed his erect cock. He groaned and tried to pull her hand away but only succeeded in giving her more room to manoeuvre. Caressing his shaft she used her new advantage to turn them so he was lying on his back. She straddled his thighs continuing her ministrations on his engorged member. He began to whimper, begging her to stop but not wanting her to.

“Did you come inside of him?” She asked. Kyle blanched. “Answer me!” She demanded.

“Yes!”

“Where inside of him?”

“His mouth.” Kyle whispered.

“It felt good didn’t it? His mouth sucking on you!” She pressed. Kyle groaned as she lowered her mouth to his cock and licked the tip.

“Yes.”

"Do you ever fantasise about doing anything to him? About riding him?” She asked. He tensed so she decided to change the subject. Perhaps it was too soon for that question. “Does what I’m doing feel good?” She purred seductively.

“Yes!” Kyle ground out as she picked up speed. Running her right hand along his shaft, from base to tip occasionally tightening and loosening her grip. Her left hand caressed his balls. Squeezing gently and tugging slightly.

“Are you worried that it you enjoy what he does to you, you will be gay?” She questioned. He froze and looked her in the eye. He nodded. “What about Alex? He gets pleasure from Zan and Rath. Does that make him gay? What about me? I spent today with Vilandra. I licked out her pussy and she sucked on my breasts. Am I gay?” Kyle relaxed somewhat against the mattress.

“No.” He whispered.

“You get pleasure from me. You wouldn’t be able to if you were gay!” She reasoned as she straddled his cock and plunged it deep inside of her. Kyle’s hands automatically went to her waist to aid her movements as she rode him. Running her hands over her breasts and pinching her nipples she rode Kyle into submission.

Her duty was for the pleasure of the Royal Four and it had made her insatiable. Only one of them could satisfy her appetite and that was Rath. At least one night, of every five, she was summoned to his room and spent the entire night engaged in carnal activities with him.

Her hips rotated as she rode Kyle. A deep groan rolled around her throat. Kyle gripped her hips and pushed his cock as far into her as it would go. She came screaming his name as he screamed hers.

“Liz!”

Still really don't know where this fic will end up but I can guarantee it will be polar oriented. I'm a fanatic. It's sad.

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Later that day Liz rested in her room. She felt like Rapunzel at times. Locked in a tower with nothing to do but let her hair grow and wait for a rescue. Her friends were shells of their former selves. They had lost hope a long time ago but she still stubbornly held to her resolve. Something would happen, it had to. The day to day monotony when they were not servicing their captors was wearing.

Liz knew every inch of her room. Blind folded she could find all of her meagre possessions. Her room consisted of a four poster bed, a desk, chair and a vanity table. Her only clothing was her robe; she was to remain ready at all times.

She sighed deeply and rose to a sitting position. Her sexual appetite had increased exponentially. As her fingers trailed lightly over her skin her mind wandered.

She imagined that her hands belonged to Rath and that he was the one pleasuring her. She dipped her fingers into her wet pussy and used her thumb to tease her clit. She tortured herself so convincingly that she almost demanded out loud for the torture to stop in order to get completion.

As she rested against the headboard, a film of sweat layering her skin, she thought back. She remembered her parents, her childhood and her life. She nearly laughed. Her yearbook from her senior year stated that she was ‘most likely to change the world’. She would never have the chance to change anything unless she figured out a way to escape.

6 months earlier…

It was official. The pod squad had found a way home. The human contingent of the group sat together in a booth at the Crashdown in depressed silence. Four drinks sat in front of them that had long since gone flat.

“When do they leave, exactly?” Alex asked in a small voice.

“Tonight around 9pm.” Kyle answered. He was going to miss Tess. She had become a positive force in his life. Not quite a sister but a friends and an ally. She backed him up and he backed her up. The small group had become the focus of many rumours and much gossip in their senior year.

Rumours existed that they were in a breeding cult and that all four girls were pregnant. Others said that they were sexual freaks whilst most satisfied themselves by throwing remarks at the group of one sort or another. It had been hard.

“We are going to go with them and say goodbye.” Maria added, motioning to Liz. “Are you guys going to come with us?” Both Alex and Kyle nodded.

Later that evening the eight of them were gathered for what would be their last time together.

Isabel was crying, trying to hold her sobs back with her hand.

Tess had a strong grip on Kyle’s arm as she stood beside him looking up at the stone monolith that housed their transport home.

Michael stood with his hands in his pockets.

Maria had threaded her arms into the gaps in between his arms and torso. Her hands were pressed firmly on his shoulder blades as she held him. She wasn’t discouraged that he held back from her. She could see the grief in his eyes and feel the tension in his body.

Max and Liz held onto each other as though they were trying to keep each other afloat.

Tears marked their faces as they started the short journey towards the granolith chamber. Max opened the door and all eight went inside. Michael and Max immediately began the preparations to start the evacuation sequence.

The air was cool and humid and Liz wrapped her arms around her shoulders to preserve the warmth that Max had given her. None of them had believed that it would happen so quickly. Tess and Alex had worked together to create a computer program to decipher the destiny book. It had taken months as opposed to the years that everyone had predicted.

The book told of the history of the planet and its downfall. Zan had been a young King with little experience when his father had suddenly passed away.

As the next in line to the throne he had had no choice but to ascend despite his youth and his own self doubt. He had been fourteen years old. His first crush had become his wife. They had married when he was fifteen and she was fourteen.

Ava was the daughter of minor nobility on Antar. Her parents had relocated from Illyria, the planet occupied by Kivar. Ava had been an infant and knew only Antar as her home. She had met Zan at a ball and was flattered by his interest in her. She knew of her beauty. As a woman it was the only power she really had in such a male dominated society. Their union was blessed and captivated the planet as a tale of young love.

The son of a former Ambassador had been chosen as his second in command. Rath had been eighteen when he was assimilated into the Royal Court. He was not thrilled at the prospect of being nobility. He had been educated in the art of War and International Relations and had planned to follow in his father’s footsteps and become an Ambassador. He had had no choice.

Vilandra was another story. Her mind had been allowed to become idle in her youth. Neither of her parents had seen fit to have her formally educated. They believed that their daughter’s beauty would be sufficient for a marriage of convenience to a potential ally. She had been weaned on her mother’s tales of true love and of soul mates. She saw her brother’s marriage as her template and vowed she would only marry for love.

When her parents informed her of her betrothal to Rath she had been apoplectic. All of her hopes and dreams had been dismissed for politics. Her relationship with Kivar had been described as her search for her soul mate. Kivar had known of her beliefs and preyed on them to corrupt her. He turned her against the family who had spurned her desires. Knowing nothing of Kivar’s politics or true intentions she had given herself to him; mind, body and soul.

“We have twenty minutes.” Michael interrupted Liz’s trip down memory lane to inform them. “Say goodbye now or you may not have the chance.”

Max rushed to Liz’s side and kissed her passionately on the lips. Michael broke through his wall to hold Maria in a bear hug. Alex supported Isabel as she clung to him, her breaths a combination of gasps and cries. Tess placed a loving kiss to Kyle’s lips as she embraced him. They were the calmest couple on the surface but underneath they were both in pieces.

“What’s happening?” Liz asked as the colour of the granolith changed from blue to yellow and then to green. Michael looked up to the ‘clock’ on the wall and found that their time had run out.

“What the hell?”

“We read it wrong!” Tess gasped. They hadn’t had twenty minutes. They had had two minutes. “Get out of here, now!” Tess commanded the earthlings.

As they all made a move towards the exit the granolith began to shake. Isabel screamed in terror as the walls of the chamber began to crack. Long spider cracks ran around the room. The energy of the granolith erupted and enveloped everything. The world went blank.

Liz felt neither hot nor cold. She wasn’t scared but she wasn’t calm either. It was the strangest sensation of knowing that you exist but being unable to move or feel or comprehend. She had no idea how long she had been in this status or how long she would remain in it.

She wondered if she was still alive. If this is what death felt like? She tried to sense anybody else around her but was unsuccessful. A sudden warmth embraced her and she found herself once again able to move and feel but not to comprehend.

She lay on the ground but there was no rock formation or granolith. Her eyes gazed into a midnight sky; stars were visible and sparkled like jewels. She turned slightly and, where she expected to see the moon, saw two planets; stationary and luminous.

She rose to a seated position and found herself surrounded by her friends who were also picking themselves off of the ground in confusion. Her eyes locked with Michael and she saw horror and sadness in them. She was stunned to find that it was for her and her friends. They were now on Antar and had no way of returning home to Earth.

A group of guards surrounded them before they had a chance to react. Michael stood in front of Max to protect him should the situation escalate.

They spoke in a strange tongue, their language seemingly a combinations of long vowel sounds and spoken in a rhythmic fashion. No one could understand it.

A man on a horse approached the group and dismounted. He was tell and dressed in what seemed to be medieval style clothes, loose trousers and a tunic. A long cloak fell to his ankles as he dismounted. He spoke to the guards and they dropped their weapons. He turned to Max and bowed.

“The King has returned!” He spoke in English.

All eight members of the group stepped backwards. He smiled graciously at them and, after returning to an upright position, held out his hand to calm them.

“You do not recognise me in this form. My name is Larek!” Larek summoned four horses, explaining that they had not been expecting the four earthlings as well.

Liz rode with Max, Maria with Michael, Alex with Isabel and Kyle with Tess.

The journey took almost two hours and the eight friends were tired when it came to an end. They had seen the great city from a distance and were in raptures. It was white and gleaming, high towers and turrets created a skyline and immense buildings could be seen in every direction. The city was walled and there were only four entry points.

The pairs had been unable to communicate much from the time they awoke on Antar to their journey on the horses. They gazed around the streets of the city around them. It was beautiful and had a mystical quality about it.

The palace sat in the middle of the city, raised on a small hill. There were turrets and towers and courtyards and gardens. Liz imagined that this was what the palace of Versailles had looked like in the time of Louis XIV.

They were ushered into a great hall where several ministers sat in attendance. Larek motioned for Max to walk forwards but Michael placed a retraining hand on his shoulder.

“I promise you, Rath. No harm will come to him or any of you. Your return has been longed for since the day you died and there is no one within these walls who wishes you harm.” Larek soothed.

“What about our friends?” Michael asked.

“They are your guests and will be treated accordingly!” Larek relied. Michael searched his face for any hidden malevolence but found none. He released Max who walked forwards and was placed on a dais.

“Merely a formality!” Larek explained.

Max realised what was going to happen. They wanted to verify that he had the seal. A man dressed head to toe in black robes approached him and placed his hand at the back of Max’s head. A glow was emitted from his hand and the seal shone brightly before Max’s face. Everyone, with the exception of the group of friends, bowed.

The eight were ushered into a side hallway and led up a flight of steps. They entered a large room. It was filled with exotic and beautifully crafted furniture. They sat down and were left alone for the first time since their arrival.

“Max, what was that about downstairs?” Isabel asked in fear. She had understood nothing and was scared. Alex placed an arm around her as they sat on an overstuffed couch. Four of the couches surrounded a glass table which they had congregated around.

“They just wanted to check that I was who I claimed to be. I carry the Royal Seal within me. It is an identifying marker that stops other people claiming the throne.” Max explained.

“They did the same thing in New York before the summit!” Tess expanded. She turned to Kyle who sat beside her and hugged him tightly. “I am so sorry about all of this. We didn’t mean to take you with us!” She started to cry so Kyle tightened his grip on her.

“Tess, it’s not your fault!” Liz replied. She had kept a hold of Max’s hand throughout the entire day except when they had displayed the seal.

Max felt selfish. He was glad she was here and felt almost happy about it. He looked over to Michael who obviously did not feel the same way.

Maria leaned against him as he sat back on the couch with his arm stretched out along the top. His face was set in anger and frustration.

“I didn’t understand a word!” He complained. “How the hell are we supposed to function here if we always have to use Larek as a translator?”

“There is a way to combat that.” Larek announced as he entered the room. “I apologise for having you placed here but we have but had an opportunity to ready any suites for you and I believed you needed to rest after your journey.”

“Thank you.” Alex replied. Larek smiled at him and turned his attention to Max.

“We are most surprised that all four decided to join you here.” Larek added.

“It wasn’t really a conscious decision as opposed to being in the wrong place at the wrong time!” Maria added. She was upset and angry. She would never see her mother again and she didn’t want to be on this stupid planet.

“The granolith erupted before we had an opportunity to leave the chamber. We didn’t decide to come along it just happened.” Liz explained, trying to soothe any feathers her friend has ruffled.

“What did you mean that there is a way for us to communicate?” Tess asked.

“You have few memories of your previous selves, am I correct?” Larek continued after they nodded in agreement. “There is a device here that can help you unearth those memories and assimilate them into your personalities.”

“What does that mean exactly?” Alex asked. He was worried, about everything. Not only was he on a foreign planet but he had no control over anything. He couldn’t affect the outcome of any situation. If he had Max’s presence or Michael’s strength or even Kyle’s charisma perhaps he would be more useful. He felt very small and alone.

“Kivar has a device in his possession that allows him to wipe the memories of the soldiers he has captured in order to assimilate them into his own army. He rebuilds their beliefs and makes them loyal to him. We have had our scientists working on a counter measure to reverse the effects. It has been very successful.” Larek informed them.

"What are the potential side effects?” Kyle asked curiously. The fact that he was never going to see his dad again had not sunk in yet and he was using every distraction available to keep his mind occupied.

“There may be a head ache for a while afterwards but nothing permanent.” Larek explained as he took a seat from a nearby table and placed between Max and Michael’s couches.

“Any previous tests were done on full Antarians, we are hybrids.” Michael pointed out. He was cautiously optimistic about the procedure but as ever he had to know every contingency. He was angry that they had done to their Earth friends what had been done to them. They were now aliens on a strange planet who did not belong there.

“That is true but I have spoken to the doctors and they believe that the areas of the brain used for memory in Antarians and Humans is the same and there should be no difference.”

“Is there anyway for us to get our friends home?” Isabel asked. She knew that they wouldn’t want to stay.

It had not been their option to come and they had had no choice. They had families and futures to think about. She had remained in a state of panic since she first opened her eyes and found herself on Antar. What would they do with her? Would she still be seen as a traitor? Alex’s presence soothed her but she knew it couldn’t last. She watched Larek weigh his words before sighing and shaking his head.

“The portal opened by the granolith was one way. The granolith, when it returned to Antar immediately replaced itself in the ‘Rock Of The Ancients’, its home since the day it was created. It will remain there under the protection of the Royal Court.

Unfortunately there is no way to program it to create a duplicate portal to Earth. The risks are too great. Antar is its home therefore it knows how to return here, it merely waited until you were ready to do so. It would be incapable of finding Earth again.” Larek replied sadly.

“You refer to the granolith as though it were a living organism.” Liz stated. “Is it?”

“We do not know!” Larek replied honestly. “It is a store of energy and energy is the source of life, so to answer your question, to us it is alive. The granolith was created eons ago by a group of powerful beings known as the Ancients. They were wiped out, no one knows how or why, but the granolith is all that they left behind. Our scientists are still working on it.! Larek informed her.

A servant appeared and spoke to Larek in the lilting language. He turned to the group and rose.

“Rooms have been prepared for you. These are temporary rooms but please make yourselves as comfortable as possible. The group was lead along a hallway and through several impressive rooms into a foyer. Larek motioned to two rooms. On the left were for the girls and on the right for the boys.

The girls entered their room and found a huge living space. Four beds had been positioned around the room, there were couches and tables and a platters of food. The girls each selected a bed and wandered around the room.

Isabel and Tess eagerly sampled to food as Liz and Maria looked on in amusement. Isabel was moaning and Tess was piling her plate high with their planets native food.

Maria’s stomach rumbled and she and Liz looked at each other ruefully. They struck a mutual resolve and slowly ventured forwards to taste the food. Almost everything was too spicy but they found two very sweet dished that they were able to eat if not enjoy.

Tess and Isabel looked up momentarily in pity but soon continued on with their feast.

In the boys room they were in a similar position.

Instead of first selecting a bed the boys dove into the food supply. Kyle and Alex braved more of the spicy dishes by mixing them with the sweeter ones.

After twenty minutes they sat back, sated. The room was in silence, each lost in their own thoughts of what was to come and how they would handle it.

Oooo. More Maria? I'm a die hard polarist?!?! That could be an issue! I will do my utmost to include some more Maria but my muse decides where this story goes - I am merely a vessel for her genius! Don't laugh, it's true!

Hit a bit of block - I know where the story is going just not how it is going to get there yet. Patience is a virtue people and I will try my damnest to get back soon.

Luv Kik xoxox

Well, my favourite pairings have always been;

Michael and Liz (of course - I feel they balance each other as characters, different strengths and weaknesses. More complimentary.)

Max and Maria (well let's face it Max needs to lighten up and bit and who better than the Diva to do that?)

Isabel and Kyle (Jock and the Babe, need I say more?)

Tess and Alex (Tess would be adored by Alex cause that's his style and Alex would have his goddess.)

Maybe I have put a bit too much thought into this but there it is!

Luv Kik xoxox

There has baan a slight change in the title - nothing big just a hint of things to come. Writers block problems at the moment along with university work. Will be back ASAP!

Luv Kik xoxox

Warning for this section - nothing is intended to offend anyone in any way but if you are sensitive to certain unusual sexual situations then:

a) You probably should not be reading this fic

b) You may not want to read this section.

You have been warned!

Luv Kik xoxox

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The next morning, all eight were congregated in the girls’ room. They lounged on beds and the couches.

They had just finished their morning meal, the earthlings were still hungry but the food they had eaten would have to do for now. At least until someone could speak to the cooks and ask for them to make milder more savoury dishes.

“About the memory thing.” Michael started getting straight to the point. “I think we should do it!”

“I agree.” Tess stated. “If we are going to accomplish anything here it would be better to have all knowledge first hand. We don’t know if what we are being told is the whole truth.” She reasoned.

“Good point.” Kyle pointed out. “For all you know they could sugar coat everything in an attempt to manipulate your decisions.” Michael and Isabel nodded in agreement.

“What about afterwards?” Liz asked in a small voice, shooting a look at Max through her lowered lashed.

“What do you mean?” Maria asked.

“Will they still be the people we know or will they become who they were?” Liz asked. “It could all go really wrong. You could end up with a lot of psychological problems.”

“Such as?” Max inquired.

“Schizophrenia!” Liz replied. “With both sets of memories in your head whose would you respond to? What if a decision caused an internal disagreement?”

“What do you mean?” Michael asked. He had thought the entire thing was a brilliant way to speed up the process but that didn’t mean he was doubtless.

“If you have this done Michael… Let’s say you are in the middle of a battlefield and you think up a plan of attack or something.” Liz hypothesised. “Now as Michael this plan sounds great and you see it working. What if Rath’s memories were opposed to it? What would happen?” She paused unsure of how to continue. “I’m not making sense but do you understand what I am talking about?” Michael nodded.

“You’re talking as though it would be two people occupying the same body.” Michael stated. It was an intriguing thought and a bit worrying.

“The ways in which people react in situations are a result of a certain set of stimuli. You may unlock Rath’s memories in your mind and be dominated by his personality. His likes, his dislikes, his strategies. You were him once and he is still a part of you. I think that you would be unlocking a boat load of trouble.” Liz stated with conviction. There was a moment of silence following her statement.

“What other choice do we have?” Max asked.

“You have the hard way or the easy way.” Liz reasoned. “You can take the time to learn the language and read history books of yourselves and meet people who knew you. Or you can have this process done. There are inherent dangers with both options I won’t deny that. If you have this process done then there is a chance that you could lose your mind or yourselves. If you don’t have it done it will delay your abilities to rule and people may die!”

“This is fun!” Alex joked, trying to lighten the dark cloud that had descended upon them. Liz was right. He knew that. It just didn’t make the decision any easier.

“If it’s our lives against other peoples you know what my vote it.” Michael stated firmly.

“Mine too.” Max added. Tess and Isabel concurred. Liz took a deep breath before speaking again.

“What about us?” She asked. Everyone turned to look at her. “I realise that this may seem selfish at a time like this but I have to know. What if, God forbid, but what if this process works and you revert to your former selves and have no memory of us?” Maria, Kyle and Alex all turned to her in shock. None of them had thought about it.

“We will take measures to ensure that you are kept safe and treated well.” Michael responded. He had been thinking the same thing. It was bad enough that the four of them had been dragged across the universe but if they were to be abandoned here as well… It was unacceptable.

“We can talk to Larek before it happens and get him to make sure you are protected. I promise you that nothing will happen to you as a result.” Liz nodded in thanks, as did the others.

Later that day Larek approached the group and they informed him of their decision to undergo the memory retrieval process.

“I understand your concerns but I can assure you that the process has a 100% success rate.” Larek explained patiently.

“But that was with people who had undergone mental rebuilding.” Liz persisted. “They were given false memories and the process unravelled these memories and returned them to their previous selves. Michael, Max, Isabel and Tess’ minds haven’t been rebuilt. They are their true personalities and I am worried that they could become lost in the process!”

“All of these aspects have been studied and tested by our scientists and all of the results are promising. I am not going to lie to you Elizabeth, there are risks involved.” Larek was impressed by her reasoning and it showed in his eyes.

Liz had initially thought that the people of Antar all had dark brown eyes, but on closer inspection she could see that Larek’s eyes were black. It was as though it was a giant pupil with no iris surrounding it. She wondered if their eyes hurt in bright daylight without the ability to contract their pupils.

Tess was the exception to the dark eyes. Liz reasoned that it was because her genetic donor had been blue eyes and also that Ava had come from another planet where perhaps the genetics were different.

“If there are no more questions then I would like to inform the scientists on your behalf that you are prepared for the process and that it can take place today!” Larek proposed.

Momentarily stunned at the quick turn of events all four of the Royals nodded their heads. Larek departed and the group were left alone again.

Silence enshrouded the group.

It had been much argued in the course of the afternoon whether or not the humans should be present during the process. Larek had stated that it would not harm them in any way and was very safe to observe.

The Royals had been opposed to it claiming that they didn’t want them there in case anything went wrong. They didn’t want their friends to see them get hurt or, worse, killed should things go badly. They had lost through the determined and persistent arguments of their friends.

The eight were led through a series of passageways lit by glowing crystals. It was a romantic atmosphere and a slight thrill rose through Liz’s body. She was about to witness an alien scientific process that could alter memories and restore them. It took her mind off of her constant and overwhelming fears.

She held Max’s hand tightly as though to reassure him whilst secretly reassuring herself that she wouldn’t lose him. They were led into a laboratory of sorts where the Royals were bowed to. The lilting language started and it was obvious that decision were being made.

“Who will go first?” Larek asked, directing his gaze at Max. Before he had an opportunity to reply Michael stepped forwards and stated that he would.

“Michael, allow me!” Max said gently. Michael shook his head.

“I’m going first and there is nothing you can say that will stop me!” His tone and posture were commanding and forceful but his eyes were pleading.

If anything went wrong Max knew that Michael would rather that it happen to him than anyone else. He had to protect them. It was, after all, encoded in his DNA. Max nodded his permission and Michael stepped forwards.

The scientists, four of them, moved towards him silently and pulled his short from him shoulders leaving him standing in just his trousers and shoes. They had been provided with clothes that morning.

The guys were given loose fitting trousers and white shirts with long baggy sleeves; they looked as though they had stepped out of Pride and Prejudice.

The girls were given dresses that fell to the floor with a slight train. They were long sleeved with a slit neck. Isabel had altered the dressed to fit each of the girls whilst Tess had changed the colours to make them more individual.

Isabel wore pink, Maria wore green, Tess wore blue and Liz’s dress was red.

Michael, bare chested, was seated in a reclining chair positioned between two large consoles. Diodes were stuck to his temples, above his heart, on his left bicep and at the base of his cerebral cortex.

He looked highly uncomfortable giving these strangers such intimate access to his body. The scientists moved away and he was left in relative peace. The head scientist nodded to Larek who informed Michael that they were about to begin.

“You may feel a slight warmth in your body and a light headed sensation. This is normal and you shouldn’t panic. You will be able to communicate with us at all times. Do you understand?” Larek questioned. Michael nodded.

“Let’s start!” He replied. He looked at the remaining seven and gave them an arrogant wink as he lay back. It had the desired effect of making everybody smile.

They relaxed, visibly, as Michael showed them that he was in no danger or discomfort. A light emitted from a display mounted on the ceiling. It shone down on Michael’s face and illuminated his eyes. They seemed to glow. He didn’t appear to be in any pain.

Max felt some of the tension in his body leave as Michael’s prone form lay before him. He wasn’t in any pain and they weren’t in any danger. His hopes rose at the prospect of the success of the process.

Isabel was more nervous than any of the Royals. She didn’t want Vilandra back in her head. Liz’s fears had fuelled many of her own. What if Vilandra took over? What if she lost her memories of her parents? As worried as she was for Michael, she knew that his past self had been honourable and loyal. Vilandra had not been.

Tess’ calm exterior since she had arrived on the planet belied the deep fears that ran underneath the surface. She worried about everything; from Max still not wanting her to becoming as subservient as she had been in her previous life. As a woman she was expected to obey her husband and create a home. On Earth Tess had seen the possibilities for women and envied them.

Kyle kept glancing at Tess. There was something wrong but she wouldn’t talk to him. In her eyes it was always Evans. He could never win. He had no desire to be with her romantically but even as a fraternal figure she would quickly dismiss him if there was a possibility of connecting with Max in any way.

He was worried for the earthlings. He knew that the Royals would be taken care of but the situation for the humans was less certain.

Liz had watched as Max and Michael had a silent battle of wills before Michael had been led to the chair. She knew that Michael would win. She sensed Max’s fear of the process. As much as she would have liked to believe that Max was humouring his brother, Liz knew that Max was afraid of the process so he allowed his brother to be tested first. She attempted to release his hand, in disgust but Max kept a firm grip on her.

She trained her eyes on Michael’s form and prayed that he would be ok.

Maria was terrified. She didn’t understand what was going on. She knew that it was important for the Royals to remember their pasts but she didn’t see why it had to be the dangerous route. Surely the preservation of the Royals was more important than a few people who would be killed?

The light above Michael went out leaving the occupants of the room in semi darkness. Additional lights were turned on and the group observed as Michael rose from the chair and shook his head slightly.

“Are you ok?” Liz asked in concern. She received no answer. “Michael?”

“It's alright Liz; you’re not getting rid of me that easily.” Michael retorted with a wry grin.

The group emitted a collective sigh of relief as Michael was removed from the chair and Max was seated in his place. The others tended to Michael as Max went through the process. There were no physical side effects other than a slight dizziness. Michael was fine.

“Do you remember anything?” Kyle asked with interest. Michael nodded.
“I remember everything.” He replied with a calm smile.

Later that evening as the eight returned to the girls’ suite they all sat on the couches.

The Royals had been calm and collected since the process and any and all fears had been forgotten. They discussed their lives with the humans; explaining their complex relationships in their past lives.

Zan and Vilandra had been virtual strangers as children. Despite being born only a year apart they were separated and individually cared for by separate nannies and tutors.

Rath had not grown up as a noble and had been forced to give up a woman, with whom he was in love, to marry Vilandra.

Vilandra, being unaware of Kivar’s true plans had not intended to betray her brother, merely follow her heart.

They talked for hours and had to constantly reassure the humans that they were for the most part unaffected by the process. They all went to bed.

The next day the Royals went about their duties as though they were second nature. They instinctively spoke Antarian and knew what was expected of them. The process was deemed a success.

The humans were tutored by Larek about the history of Antar and they were given lessons in Antarian. Things seemed to be as perfect as they could be.

******

Liz thought back to that time and cringed at her naivety. She remembered when she discovered that not all was as it seemed.

******

She had been walking through the palace after one of her lessons. They had all been moved to individual suites the day after the process. All of the rooms were on the same floor of the same wing. She was tired and decided to return to her room.

As she walked along the corridor she heard an odd sound. It was a groaning and she was worried that someone was hurt. Walking as quickly as her floor length dress would allow her she silently entered Max’s room and was stunned at what she saw.

Her breath caught in her throat as she silently witnessed a nightmare. Her presence had gone unnoticed as she backed out of the room. Outside the door she heard as Max climaxed.

Practically running to her room Liz walked out onto the balcony. It overlooked a small garden. The balcony had a set of steps that led down to from the first to the ground floor. She rested heavily on her arms as she leaned against the railing.

She took deep breaths and tried to get her brain to comprehend what she had just seen. It replayed in her head. She retched and fell to her knees.

Max had been standing beside his desk. His shirt was open and his trousers had been around his ankles. Max nude was a sight she had imagined many times but this image made her want to vomit.

He had had his eyes closed and was groaning as a head blocked his cock from her view. He thrust his hips into the willing mouth, his hands threading through the fair hair.

Liz shook her head. It wasn’t possible! It would never happen! It couldn’t! Max would never do that! Every possible thought that could contradict what she saw ran through her mind. Pulling her knees up to her chest, she sat back against the wall.

She knew what she had seen. It had been real. Isabel had been sexually pleasing her brother! She couldn’t understand it. It wouldn’t commute in her head. The sight of Isabel sucking on Max’s erection was burned into her head.

Liz began to cry. She had pulled herself upright and entered her room. She fell onto the bed and curled up into a tight ball, protecting herself from reality. Exhaustion soon overcame her and she fell asleep.

Liz awoke some time later to a strange presence in her room. It had gotten dark and she could only make out the feint outline of a person sitting on the edge of her bed beside her. That was not what worried her.

It was the hands that were currently fondling her body. The figure was male, the hands made that obvious. They were large and firm. The silhouette allowed her to identify the person as Michael.

She sighed in relief as she acknowledged that it wasn’t Max. She was by no means ready to face him. Her relief soon turned to discomfort as Michael’s hand grew braver in their exploration of her body. His fingers danced over her breasts before travelling south over her rubs, stomach, cupping her mound before he continued down her legs.

“Michael?” Liz stuttered as she tried to sit up. She found she couldn’t move. Panic began to set in as she struggled to move. Michael released her hips and lightly brushed his hand over her face.

Liz felt a calming sensation flood through her veins as her body involuntarily relaxed under his touch. Her mind was still frantic but her body obeyed his commands. Wherever he moved her, she had no choice but to respond, or whatever he ordered her to do, she had to comply.

He rose and removed his shirt and trousers. Liz’s eyes widened as she became accustomed to the dark. His erection loomed over her. Nude, he returned to his former position beside her as he removed her dress.

As she began to protest he ordered her to be silent. He had little or no expression in his face. His eyes too, were blank and lifeless. Without any choice, she complied.

He undressed her slowly and positioned her to lie on her back. He took both of her hands and pinned them to the headboard. He stretched out over her and pulled her thigh up so it hooked his hip. He did the same with the other leg and, without preamble, he pushed himself into her.

She was unsure whether it had been his calming power or his relatively tender ministrations that made her wet, but she was grateful that she was. He forced his engorged cock past her tight muscles and through her membrane in one swift move. It hurt but as she was ordered to be silent, no sound was emitted from her mouth.

Michael allowed her to speak but still not to move without his instruction. She yelped in pain as he began to ride her. Rising up to his elbows he slammed into her in steady, forceful thrusts. To her shock and partial horror she felt her body respond. Warmth spread through her pussy as he expertly fucked her. She moaned and cried out in pleasure.

Michael rested on one arm as he pulled her nipples and roughly squeezed her small breasts. Tears fell from her eyes as she reached orgasm. As her body calmed down she realised that Michael hadn't cum inside of her.

He removed his still hard cock from her wet cunt. Liz felt confusion rising in her chest as he released her hands from the head board. He turned her so she was on her hands and knees facing the headboard. She felt her stomach turn as her mind conjured up all of the possibilities of this position.

She cried out as he pushed his finger into her ass. He began to work it in and out of her. She begged him not to continue. He ordered her to stop begging.

He ran his hands up her back and around he shoulders. His hands ran over her breasts and stomach. Liz felt the calming sensation return as her muscles relaxed.

Michael positioned his cock at her tight ring and began to push himself into her slowly. Liz gasped in shock at the pain it caused. When his cock was about half way in he forced the rest in, in one swift thrust. Liz cried out and she felt tears drop onto her hands.

Michael continued to ride her, ignoring any pain she was in. He bent over and roughly groped her breasts with one hand as the other hand forced two fingers into her still wet pussy. Liz bucked underneath him and took his cock deeper into her ass.

Liz came for a second time quickly followed by Michael. His orgasm was announced by a strong thrust into her body and a short, almost silent groan. He removed his cock from her ass and allowed her freedom to move.

Liz lay face first on the bed. Her body and mind in shock. Michael stuck his finger up her ass again. Liz struggled against it but soon stopped when Michael slapped her bottom with his other hand.

His finger healed the straining muscles in her ass. She relaxed against the bed in the realisation that it was over. Michael gathered his clothes and left the room without as much as a glance in her direction.

Liz lay still for a long time afterwards. She pulled the comforter of the bed around her nude, aching body. She was frightened. She didn’t understand what was happening. Michael was the last person who would ever hurt her.

She was frightened because she couldn’t deal with the Max/Isabel situation. She was frightened for her friends. She was frightened that he would come back. One fear was stronger than the rest and threatened to overpower her sense of reason.

She was frightened because she had enjoyed it.

Thanks for the feed back guys. It is really appreciated. I know that the Max/Isabel things is weird but it was in the plot in my head and will be explained later. I promise. Some slash is coming up in the next part, which I am currently proof reading. An internet black out has made it imossible for me to post the last couple of days. I'm so glad you like it. Anybody who would be interested in beta-ing for me please get in contact. I just need an extra set of eyes to make sure that I am making sense!

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Enjoy!

There were more revelations to come.

The next morning Liz left her room with stealthy caution in an attempt to avoid seeing Michael, Max or Isabel. She entered Alex’s suite, the closest to hers, and found him sitting on the edge of his bed still undressed.

Liz walked slowly forwards and touched his arm gently. He hadn’t noticed her enter and nearly fell over at the shock. His face was a picture of puzzlement and confusion.

“What happened?” Liz asked in fear. Alex shook his head, indicting that he didn’t want to talk about it. “Who was in your room last night, Alex?” Liz pressed knowing that he had experienced something similar to her.

“Max.” He stuttered as a tear slid down his cheek. Liz was astonished. Her legs swayed from under her as she fell against the bed for support.

“Oh my God!” She whispered; the same nauseous feeling overwhelmed her that had yesterday when she had witnessed Max and Isabel.

She gathered Alex into her arms and held him tightly. She ran her fingers through his hair, trying to soothe any pain or humiliation away.

“How did you know?” Alex asked. Liz stiffened slightly as she replied.

“Michael came to visit me.” She stated truthfully. Alex let out a short humourless bark of laughter.

“I always did suspect Max was in the closet I just didn’t think he’d pick me as his outing!”

“I don’t think that’s it!” Liz replied. “I saw Max yesterday with a girl.”

“Really?” Alex asked curiously. Liz shook her head.

“You don’t want to know!”

“Who?” Alex persisted. “Do we know her?” Liz nodded.

“She was on her knees giving him a blowjob, I nearly vomited.” She confessed. Seeing that Alex was not going to let up she relented. “It was Isabel.” She whispered. Alex’s mouth dropped open in disgust. “Something went wrong with the process and now they’re all screwed up.”

“They’re not the only ones who are screwed Liz.” Alex added in irony. His attempt to lighten the mood went over like a fart in a space suit.

“Did he hurt you?” Liz asked tentatively. Alex avoided her eyes. “Michael used his powers to relax me, it still hurt it a bit but it wasn’t too bad.” Alex wrapped his arms around her.

“I’ll kill him!” He muttered into her hair.

“Only if I get to kill Max!” Liz retorted in humour. She ducked her head in fear as she confessed her shame. “I kind of enjoyed it!” Alex looked at her in shock.

“What?” He wasn’t sure that he had heard her correctly. Liz’s face flushed scarlet and he realised that she had meant what she said.

“He was…” She paused trying to find the right word. “Generous.”

“You don’t know, Liz.” Alex started. His throat clogged slightly as he tried to not cry again. “He…”

“I know, Alex.” Liz replied. “Michael did it to me too!” She revealed.

“And you still enjoyed it?” Alex asked astonished. Liz nodded. She noticed something in Alex’s face that she hadn’t noticed before.

“You enjoyed it too.” She questioned. She knew that she should be shocked but she wasn’t. She had experienced something similar and knew the profound psychological effects it could have.

Those effects would be even worse for a heterosexual male to admit that he had enjoyed a homosexual experience. Alex’s face paled further as he gave her a pitiful nod.

She hugged him and told him to get dressed and meet her in Kyle’s room. She had sensed that he needed a moment alone to centre himself.

As she walked into Kyle’s room she could hear him chanting. She knew then that something had happened to him too. She placed a hand on his shoulder and watched him react similarly to Alex.

“Who came for you last night?” She asked. “Isabel or Tess?” Kyle looked stunned at her knowledge but confessed that Tess had seduced him the night before.

“Seduced or forced herself on you by using her powers?” Liz probed.

“How do you know about that?” Kyle demanded as he rose from the bed and grabbed a shirt.

“Michael did the same to me.” Liz replied. She counted to ten in her head before she told Kyle about Alex. “And Max did the same to Alex as well.”

Kyle had been pacing across the room. He stumbled and turned to Liz in horror as she told him about Alex’s ordeal. She told him about Max and Isabel to complete the picture.

“You mean to tell me that Max raped Alex!” Kyle was aghast.

“I’m not sure how to explain this but I don’t think it was rape.” Liz stuttered. She paused and took a deep breath. “What Michael did to me may sound like rape but it wasn’t.” Liz tried to explain. Kyle jumped off the bed.

“He used his powers to control you, right?” Kyle demanded. Liz nodded. “He forced himself upon you without giving you a choice?” Liz nodded. “You asked him to stop?” Liz didn’t move. “Liz, tell me you asked him to stop!”

“I didn’t!” She replied. “He had stopped me from talking but I asked him not to…” Liz couldn’t finish her sentence.

“What!” Kyle demanded.

“I asked him not to take me from behind.” She whispered. “He did but before that I didn’t ask him to stop.” Liz clarified, blushing crimson. “I didn’t want him to.”

Kyle was gob smacked. He stood gaping at Liz as Alex walked into the room. All thoughts of Kyle’s immediately went to his human friend who walked with a slight strain.

Placing himself in Alex’s shoes he knew that his friend would not want to speak to him about it so he merely shot him a look of remorse and turned to Liz.

“What about Maria?” He asked. Alex stood beside him grateful for his silence.

“We haven’t been to see her yet.” Alex replied for her. They all made for the door and Maria’s room, the last door on their side of the foyer. They could hear noises coming from inside and walked in, expecting to find Maria in hysterics.

Instead they were greeted by the sight of Maria embraced by Isabel who was by no means finished with her toy.

The three new comers were unable to move. Isabel saw her audience and seemed to enjoy the attention. Last night Liz had been unable to see Michael’s eyes. Max had had his eyes closed when Isabel had been sucking on his cock.

But now she could see that Isabel’s eyes had turned to black depths of her fellow Antarians. Maria seemed to be aware of their presence and a blush enveloped her skin but she continued to suckle Isabel’s breasts.

Isabel pushed her down on the bed, so she was lying on her back, and straddled her face, lowering her dripping pussy to Maria’s mouth. Maria’s hands ran up and down Isabel’s back, cupping her soft buttocks. They reached around and tweaked her nipples.

Any attempts, by the three humans, to avert their eyes were useless. Isabel’s powers had increased ten fold. Isabel reached behind her and fondled Maria’s breasts causing Maria to moan into her pussy.

She looked Liz directly in the eye and told her to approach the bed. When she was about a foot away she was ordered to shed her clothes. She did as she was ordered and stood before the Princess completely nude.

Isabel leaned forwards and attached her mouth to Liz’s. Pinching her nipples, Isabel cause Liz to groan thereby opening her mouth wider for Isabel to invade with her tongue. Liz could swear that she tasted something foreign in her mouth.

She correctly predicted that it was Maria; her taste, her cum.

Isabel cupped Liz’s breasts and squeezed them roughly. Warmth spread through her chest and she felt something change. The kiss ended and Liz looked down to find that Isabel had changed the size of her breasts.

They had been a. ‘A’ cup and they were now at least a ‘C’ cup. Isabel trailed her fingers down Liz’s abdomen and stuck them into her pussy. Liz gasped and groaned as Isabel pulled her down on the bed and replaced her fingers with her mouth.

Maria was still busy pleasing Isabel. Her fingers reached up to clasp her best friends hand. Isabel came into Maria’s mouth. Her groan was the short, almost unintelligible sound that Michael had made.

She left Liz unfinished as she rose from the bed and walked towards the boys who remained still at the door. She was still nude and walked with a regal confidence.

She wrapped her arms around Alex’s neck as she kissed him deeply. He could taste his best friend on her lips and was disturbed. A feeling he was beginning to get used to. She did the same thing to Kyle and then left the room.

A strange sensation could be sensed in the air around the human boys.

They made their way over to the bed, where the girls still lay, panting. Alex replaced his mouth where Isabel’s had been on Liz’s pussy and sucked on her clit. Liz’s hips bucked off of the bed and pushed his mouth harder onto her.

She had felt incomplete when Isabel had left her wanting. She didn’t know what had possessed Alex to complete her but she was grateful that he was.

He pushed his fingers into her still tender core as she came into his mouth.

Meanwhile, Kyle was finishing Maria off. He sensed her deep seated need for completion and pulled her body to him. He placed a forceful kiss on her lips and trailed his tongue down her body stopping to worship at her twin peaks.

Two pink rosy nipples were pulled individually into his mouth a laved with his tongue. He left small teeth marks on her areoles as he continued southwards.

His fingers had been brushing lightly over her clit as he tortured her body with his lips and tongue. She was gasping and moaning in ecstasy. She turned her head to the left and saw what Alex was doing to Liz and it spurned her on.

Her hips rose to meet Kyle’s fingers as he licked her bellybutton. After what seemed like hours he placed both index fingers into her sopping wet pussy and pulled it open wider. When it reached almost painful proportions for Maria, he thrust his tongue into her.

She cried and moaned; cuming forcefully into his mouth.

Maria and Liz were sated but Kyle and Alex had just been warmed up. As if compelled by forces unknown and unseen Liz and Maria switched partners and lowered their mouths onto Alex and Kyle’s cocks.

Voices screamed at them from the backs of their minds that this was wrong and they were under Isabel’s control. Another part of their minds reasoned that since they had no control they might as well enjoy it.

Liz took Kyle’s cock into her hands and stroked it firmly. As he gasped she licked the tip and took his head into her mouth. She breathed through her nose as she took his long, think cock deeply down her throat.

Kyle lost all sense of control when Liz had descended her head onto his crotch. He came in minutes.

Alex was the same. Maria had teased him by placing his balls in her mouth and humming gently. The first time Maria had taken him all the way down her throat he had cum.

The four of them lay back on the bed in shock at the events that had transpired. Kyle looked up and found all four of the royals had watched them. He could see obvious arousals on Michael and Max.

Tess had approached the bed first pulling Liz with her. Michael had been next, taking Kyle back to his room. Max led Maria to his suite as Isabel remained in hers with Alex. No sounds of objection had been uttered by the humans.

They had had no choice and were forced to obey.

Liz was brought back to the present when she heard a bell sound. It was Ava, calling for Maria.

The four humans had been moved a few days later to their current living quarters. They were directly above the suites of the Royals with secret staircases that had been built into every room for easy access.

Each room had a bell that would sound a specific number of times for each Royal.

If Rath wanted her he would ring two long rings. If it was Vilandra, she would ring three short rings. She had heard a long and a short ring in Maria’s room letting her know that Ava wanted to be serviced. A bell sounded in Alex’s room. A single ring. It was Zan.

Both boys in one day? Something was up with the King. Liz thought with little interest. She adjusted her robe to free her aching breasts. The same day that Isabel had increased them to a ‘C’ cup, Tess had increased them further to a ‘D’ cup. She was still unused to the extra baggage after six months. She would be lying, though, if she said she didn’t like them.

They had come to realise that the sex of their partner was of little consequence to any of the Royals.

It was made apparent that Rath preferred her body early on but none of the others seemed to find a preference. She didn’t know whether to be happy or sad that she had made an impact on Rath.

They had stopped using their controlling powers on them a long time ago. With the exception of Kyle when he was with either of the guys. He still had to be relaxed and ordered.

The Royals had demanded to be referred to by their true names shortly after the process and their transformation. She had had difficulty in using the name Rath but Michael had found a way to enforce his decision on her.

Every time she called him Michael when they were together he would spank her. It had been humiliating at first but she found freedom in it. It was the only way she could really get a reaction out of him. Annoying him.

She heard a knock at her door and gathered her robe. She opened the door to find Larek standing before her.

“I got your message. What can I do?” He asked in concern. Liz had used the servant that morning to pass a message to Larek.

When the transformation had taken place the earthlings had gone to Larek for help. He had done everything in his power to protect them but he had to obey the orders of the Royals. It would have been treason had he taken the side of the humans. He felt guilty for having forced them into the process.

“I have a plan for forcing the Royals to under go the process in reverse!” Liz revealed with a sly grin.

Screw Rapunzel, she was going to save herself.

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