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 brought to this place and why these strange women had so readily engaged in sex with him.
The blue-eyed lass awoke suddenly, no doubt feeling his arousal fill him once more as she maneuvered her naked body until she found herself straddling his lap. Alain cleverly moved them both to the edge of the bed where she impaled herself deeper onto his cock as it slowly continued to stretch her insides. She let out a soft moan that hit his ears and began to intensify his arousal. Without a word, he clasped her via the hips as she slowly lifted her body and impaled herself along his cock causing him to groan at the sensation while she moaned again.
She was already so full of him, that he could feel her warmth and the cool slickness of his leftover seed inside her as she continued to slowly ride him. They kissed once more, an intense and passionate kiss if ever there was one which left her gasping as he nibbled at the flesh of her lovely neck.
"Pa janm sispann." she moaned as his ears perked.
She spoke a rather strange version of French as well as the more traditional one it seemed.
"mwen vle ou." she continued kissing him as she rode him.
Alain attempted to recall how to speak in his own right. It seemed they had taken quite a bit of his mind from him when they brought him here but he could still recall how to say some words.
"Votre corps se sent bien." replied the grunting lad as he gripped her lovely body even tighter.
She seemed caught off guard, but he knew not if it was that he spoke French or if it had been due to him being able to speak at all.
Alain grunted once more as she began to pick up the pace while still steadily bouncing on top of him. He could feel her bare breasts pressing into his equally bare chest as he continued to hold her lovely warm body close to him unwilling to let her go and less willing to stop their act even though it was clear that she and her ilk were holding him prisoner.
She rested her forehead against his as she continued to moan aloud unable to resist the intense sensation of his massive cock plunging in and out of her warm depths. Alain could hardly keep his mind on acquiring the proper words to speak as his body once more won the war with his mind and his need for her took precedence once again.
"Mwen renmen ou." she seemed to whisper as their act became more urgent and Alain lifted them off the bed showing off his impressive strength once more as he held her lovely body up as she continued to cling to him growing more and more desperate to feel him thrust inside her as he moved toward the bed until she found herself moaning with her back pressed against the mattress and him towering above her as she wrapped her legs around his waist and gripped him for dear life in the wake of feeling him move inside her once more.
A low feral grunt escaped the lips of the rather determined Alain Remington as he took full control of their act now pinning her back harder against the mattress amid the same red sheets that seemed to always line the bed while pressing his lean muscular frame between her slender thighs. He could make out the fact that she was given to developing a rather enticing curve of her hips and it only seemed to make him all the more attracted to her. Once more he stared into her dark blue eyes threatening to lose what remained of himself in her reflected gaze as he found himself unable to look away while thrusting into the tight slickness of her lovely body which he'd enjoyed since being brought to this strange place.
The two continued to give as good as each had gotten well into what appeared to be night as the room had darkened completely by the time the rather careless lad Alain found himself unable to hold back as he spilled his seed deep inside her warmth yet again panting as he collapsed onto the bed beside her as she curled up beside him eerily reminding him of a moment in time he'd seemingly forgotten all the details of in the wake of the fog of lust that had a stranglehold over his memories almost as much as her tightness had over his impressive wayward cock.
As they both lay there in relative silence, slick from sweat and chilled from the morning air despite all the heat from their act lingering as their collective bodies rode out the waves of the afterglow, The blue-eyed lass, who had nearly been as young as he had been, smiled at him. There amid the semi-darkness of the strange red room, Alain had been unable to keep his eyes off her, her lovely body glistened in what little light could be seen around them and her dark curls were sticking to the sides of her face as she found herself unable to resist as she leaned toward him and kissed him once more.
Alain had never recalled knowing anyone like this strange young lass that had managed to lure him into a semi-voluntary sexual captivity, his lack of complaint had been curious on his part as he felt her kiss had a bit more than passion behind it almost as if there had been a form of desperation on her part in the wake of their shared closeness. He had no idea why but something in him could tell that she'd been the most unlike the other strange women that had held him captive in this place.
Unable to help himself, Alain reached for her as he returned her kiss once more lost in the sensation of having laid claim to her beautiful young body just before she pulled back, a look of sadness briefly flashed across her lovely face and he had attempted to touch her cheek as she seemed to be fighting to allow it.
"Quel est ton nom?" he asked meeting her gaze despite his apparent exhaustion.
She seemed to hesitate for a few moments but finally replied to him in the same odd language he'd grown accustomed to knowing since coming to this strange place.
"Je m'appelle Emse." she replied in a low voice.
"Je suis...Alain." he managed before exhaustion overtook him and he found himself resting rather comfortably as he began to drift off unable to converse for very long following the strenuous nature of their previous act.
The beautiful lass with seemingly deep blue eyes known as Esme gently stroked his sweat-blasted cheek before kissing his lips for what seemed like the longest time as he slept before pulling away after composing herself.
"Mwen renmen ou Alain," she said softly before taking her leave of him.
As Alain slept, the young woman known as Esme closed and locked the door behind her as she moved about the other portion of the large house she shared with her strange sisters. She seemed conflicted about having to keep him captive and their recent intimacy seemed to be affecting her. Never before had she known any man albeit a young man like him despite the years she'd lived in this strange city.
Despite her apparent participation and the fact that she'd been the lure, this had not been her idea, yet tradition and the constant enforcement of duty to her family compelled her to the point that she carried on for the advancement of her family bloodline amid fears of what would happen to it should she fail in her duties as well as her sisters to partake in unspeakable acts upon the unwilling tourists and more recently the unsuspecting citizens that sometimes made her question the worth of preserving such a thing.
The young handsome rich noble Alain Remington had been her chosen mark from the moment she first laid eyes on him. The product of an assignment given by her elder sister per their duties to the household. The biological clocks of the three young women were ticking and with the eldest nearing the age where childrearing would bring complications, her elder sister grew desperate and issued the command to obtain the right specimen to extend their line.
He had to meet a specific list of requirements of course and for the most part, a rather clueless Alain had fit the bill perfectly.
Esme had noticed the dashing Alain Remington once before, a new arrival far too clueless of the world around him for his own good but handsome and tall. She watched him from afar after their first meeting curious as to if and when she'd ever see him again.
Sure enough, he turned up just as before and she couldn't let the opportunity pass her by so she summoned the courage and approached him. Much to her surprise and relief at the moment the lost and visibly flustered sixteen-year-old lad needed little convincing to join her.
Her elder sister was ready with the herbs and remedies needed to ensure their conquest had not escaped. he had not known what to expect when she handed him the heavy mug of laced wine and pulled down his trousers as the drink took effect as her sister had instructed her to do when the time came. She'd been a bundle of nerves but put on a good show nonetheless. Before him and that moment, she'd never even seen a man's cock before and he'd been quite impressive unnerving her a bit as she dropped to her knees before him.
Driven by desperation and need, she found herself spurred on by the aphrodisiac scent of the incense and wrapped her lips around the rather appealing lad's impressive appendage. She'd been bold and commanding in her movements only because of the need for him that had suddenly filled her amid the thin white smoke that seemed to have gone to her brain. He had been a surprise as she got to know him, and unbeknownst to him, he'd been her first-ever lover.
Even on the first day, Esme thought the handsome young Alain to have been quite the odd sort, as most people in his position would have surely panicked due to the smoke from the incense and the overall oddity of the strange red room reflecting a kind of hell in their minds which had been just as her elder sister intended when she ordered her to lure Alain there, but he seemed genuinely attracted to her and unbeknownst to her, she'd been genuinely attracted to him in the same manner.
Alain.
She thought of the handsome slumbering lad as he continued to sleep behind the red door. She now had a name to go with the handsome face she'd seen in her dreams and waking hours alike. It pleased her to no end that he seemed to be quite taken by her and just as eager as she'd been to be with her.
Even in silence as she stood outside the room they had chosen for him, her thoughts had never been so far from her sweet Alain, her first and only lover, and the future father of her unborn child.
She had known somehow that he would stay with them forever so long as they pleased him it seemed and she was more than willing to oblige, but the news of someone in town organizing a search for him had been most disconcerting.
The old man.
His father seemed to genuinely miss him