Chapter 28: The Beginnings Of Remington HallThe Acquired Lands, Vermont, The New World (1762)..... Nightfall did little to put a damper on the evening as Alain Remington found himself riding alongside his father Lord Alfred Remington who had been commissioning the building of an enormous estate in the lands known collectively as Vermont. He'd acquired the deed to the vast amount of land due to a push for settlement and as such he scored quite the place where he had hoped to establish a manor in honor of his family name. Sir Alfred couldn't have thought of any better person to accompany him during this project aside from his namesake son Alain. The carriage driver did his best to keep the ride as smooth and steady as possible but the difficult terrain had been a factor. This place was vastly more wild than the established area known as Louisiana and surrounded by numerous trees on multiple sides. The choice property had not been a place without difficulty and as such the price fo
Chapter 29: The Ill Proceeds Of An Omen The Acquired Lands, Vermont, The New World (1762)..... Alain Remington awoke to the sound of construction as his father and a few others set to work on the vast undertaking that had been Sir Alfred's most ambitious project. He rolled out of the bed, which was as hard as stone and reminded him all too much of the bed he was assigned when onboard The Laurel. He shook off the grogginess of sleep and stretched before leaving behind his lodgings and venturing out into the bright new world. The warm glow of the sun beaming down on the various aspects of vegetation was a welcome change of pace from the shimmering rays being reflected from the deep waters of the seemingly endless sea. Their hosts had made breakfast yet none had the foresight to build a table where one could enjoy it. Instead, they were each treated to a bowl of hot porridge via a hasty campfire, a strong cast iron pot, and a wooden ladle. While Alain had better cuisine on the shi
Chapter 30: The Confines Of The Red Room Unknown Location, Unknown World....(1762) Swirling clouds of thick smoke and vapors unknown had been the only thing Alain Remington's weary and confused mind could make out as he found himself led by the hand into the dark confines of a place he knew nothing about by a strangely beautiful woman who had ulterior motives unknown to him. He couldn't bring himself to question why she'd brought him to this place nor why she'd showed such a keen interest in him from the moment of his arrival. He was led into a room with a red door and before he could make sense of his surroundings she pushed him into a nearby wall equally red in color as her supple lips crashed against his. Leaving behind the slight tinge of her ruby-red lipstick. Alain's mind remarked that she'd been fond of the color red as she suddenly handed him a mug filled with red wine and proceeded to undress before him. One by one she took off each article of clothing, jewelry include
Chapter 31: The Seedy Avenues Of The UnchartedThe Acquired Lands, Vermont, The New World (1762)..... Lord Alfred Remington had been doing quite a bit of work before finally electing to take a break for the evening, but he had been shocked to find that the lads had returned from New Orleans without his son Alain. Given to question, he approached them curious as to why his son had not come back. One of the ladies had known what to say aside from getting separated awaiting for him as long as they could, but he never showed up. A few of the others said he had taken a walk to do some sightseeing, a foolish thing as he had not been aware of much about New Orleans nor the many dangers that lurked beneath the elegant buildings and behind the seedy dirt roads. Filled with panic Alfred attempted to keep his cool not once losing his temper with the lads who had allowed his son to travel alone with no sense of direction. He rounded up a few men and took the carriage back toward Louisiana wor
Chapter 32: The Trouble With Wayward Desires And Untempered Passions Unknown Location, Unknown World... Once more Alain Remington, or at least he believed that had been his name at one point, found himself unable to separate his seemingly always aroused cock from either of the slick folds of one of the strange women who appeared to have taken him as a sexual captive. He knew next to nothing aside from his own need to please them which he suspected had not even been his own, but he persisted anyway pounding them each into the mattress as they took turns enjoying the sensation of being impaled upon his massive appendage and the subsequent release that filled them to bursting each after every encounter. He knew not the day, minute, nor hour, or even if a full-on year had gone by since he was brought to this strange place, but he'd been well aware of the absurd red room and the smoke from the incense and the pulsing sensation of warmth that engulfed his massive appendage that contrib
Chapter 33: Tea and Subterfuge Room 3, Old Seaside Tavern, Louisiana, New World....(1762) Sir Alfred Remington did not know where to begin in his quest to retrieve his younger son. He had spent the better part of three days believing the worst had happened to his boy only to be assured via the local street urchin population that Alain had indeed been alive and in the clutches of women referred to as "witches" who seemed to occupy an old crumbling estate and an enormous foreboding manor on the far side of the seedy parts of the city surrounded via a swamp filled with snakes and alligators that acted as security and defense. He had not bothered to mention his folly in keeping the boy safe to his wife back in England lest she be on the next boat to rip him asunder. Still, he tried his best to keep up his spirits and possibly not assume the worst. If Alain had been in the company of these ladies, there was a chance they had only meant to provide him assistance as he'd been lost.
Chapter 34: The Inner Turmoil Of A Wicked Temptress The Red Room, Unknown City, Unknown Location, Unknown World... Alain Remington awoke once more to find he'd still been as naked as the day he was born and just like before he'd been locked inside that grotesque red room. His cock ached, but it was still quite warm and fitted inside the slumbering blue eyes woman who had seemed younger than he expected when he first met her. She appeared to be the youngest in the household closer to his age than her other two sisters who were indeed full grown women. Up close he could see just how beautiful she was, her golden brown skin and long curly dark locks exposed before his very eyes. He groaned at the sensation of his already painfully sore cock stirring inside her enveloped by the warmness of her sex and slick via their mutual release from the previous round of coitus. His mind was beginning to fog once more, but he gently attempted to suppress it wanting to know why he'd been brough
Chapter 35: Time Is A Many Blurred ThingThe Red Room, Unknown City, Unknown Location, Unknown World... The spinning never seemed to cease as Alain's hazel eyes opened to find that he'd still been in the confines of the grotesque red room. He had not known how long he'd been out of it as each passing day continued to go by in something of a blur and his weary young mind was still on occasion fogged by the inability to recall his life outside of this room and the overwhelming sensation of lust that made thinking all the more difficult. He awoke once more to find that he was still naked feeling the uncomfortable sensation of stickiness as a result of not having been bathed in quite some time following his various sexual escapades with the strange women who had been intent on keeping him in this even stranger place. He marveled at the fact that he had the stamina to keep up with their demands seeding them all multiple times before they each had their fill and the occasional encore pe