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
Chapter 36: The Perplexing Nature Of Missing Months The Seaside Tavern, Room 6, New Orleans, Louisiana, New World....(1762) Alain Remington nearly fell out of the bed when he awoke fully dressed right down to his coat that his mother had given him before he set sail on the voyage to the new world. He couldn't figure out for the life of him why he'd been so groggy nor why his head had been pounding so much. His body felt heavier than he'd ever known it to have been and for some reason, he felt a terrible round of aching in his cock which was aroused as per the usual upon awakening. He sighed watching the thing tent his trousers as he felt the sudden urge to urinate and take the pressure off his aching bladder and made his way, although wobbly in his steps toward the privy. He unbuttoned his trousers and stood over the makeshift bucket aiming just enough to keep from hitting the back wall of this strange establishment. He was surrounded by wood, wooden floors, wooden furniture, and
Chapter 37: The Many Complications Of Life The Acquired Lands, Vermont, The New World (1762)..... Construction of the estate commenced morning, noon, and night as Alfred oversaw the details and gave expressed instruction as to how he wished to see the vast estate come to life in the form of labor and love so to speak. Alain spent his time going back between Losiianna and Vermont passing the days and exploring new things while his father became more invested in his project. He'd finally gotten to set sail and see the new world but as with many places, it was vast becoming a fading novelty. Alain continued to train young Erwin and even managed to teach the lad to read and write. No more was he to be swindled out of his proper wage as he could count as well. The crew who had become accustomed to being on land at this point were impressed and treated the lad a bit better as it were. Alain had been restless and in truth he had begun missing his love Noreen McCray far more than he w
Chapter 38: The Mighty Fury Of A Raging Sea The Upper Deck, The Laurel, Open Water..... Just as before, Alain found himself moving about the upper deck of The Laurel, this time Captained via Virgil Runnels in place of the late Capitan Davvys. He was a slightly younger man with more grit than most and eyes that appeared to have seen a great many things throughout his long lifetime. Rumor had it the privateer was once a naval captain before retiring from war and striking out on his own transporting cargo and nobles across the deep. He mostly kept to himself appearing to have been lost in thought on more than one occasion, an average-sized man by all accounts and given to deep contemplation more often than not. He had long brown hair that was pulled back into a messy ponytail and wore a single silver earring on his right side almost giving the appearance of a pirate if only to shake up the crew now and again. The new captain was roughly forty-something and still had all his teeth
Chapter 39: The Sweet Peace Of Safe Haven The Upper Deck, The Laurel, Boylston Docks, Boylsten, England (1763)... The very sight of the familiar English layout as they approached the dreary docks of Boysten England had done wonders to improve the morale of the crew as Alain stood among them pleased to have survived the violent storm that very nearly destroyed them all. The Laurel had been a bit worse for ware, but she was intact and had safely endured the rage of the fickle sea to make it back home again. Sir Alfred had still been bundled up in the guest quarters his face looked decidedly pale, but he was alive. His occasional shivers were the cause of mild concern, but he would recover, as would Erwin and many of the other crew members who had been nearly drowned via the choppy waters. Alain stood on the deck almost as if he'd been a regular seaman himself with little to no traces of his noble heritage to distinguish him from the other soaked and panting men who had given it
Chapter 40: A Boys' Night Out The Grounds, The DuChene Estate, Leighton, England (1763)... Alain Remington was pleased to finally be home again after such a perilous journey in attempting to return. Surviving the rage of that storm had given him a few things to think about least of which had been his chosen station. His mind had traveled back to Noreen and how she made him feel and with recent talk of Casimir getting married, Alain saw no reason why he needed to wait when he had already found the woman for him. Noreen wasn't in the least forthcoming about her upbringing nor much about her family but Alain was hoping that he could change that once she began to trust him completely. He had not cared where she came from nor whom she'd been related to all he had known was that he was madly in love with her and it only seemed to intensify during his absence from her and his home. The weary seventeen-year-old lad found himself in the midst of familiar comforts as he set about looking