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 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 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 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 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