The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Something was up at Macmillan Castle and no one, not her brother or her boyfriend or her editor was going to tell Jonna Wilkerson anything different.

So the reporter had called up the reservation line. The man she’d spoken to had seemed professional enough but Jonna wasn’t in any way diverted in her suspicions by his attitude. She wanted to make a reservation, she told the man.

“Of course,” the man said. “And when would you like to stay with us?”

“I was thinking the end of October, say the 26th to November 3rd.”

“Excellent. Let me see if we have a room available.”

“All right.”

Jonna waited while the man researched the dates. She’d chosen those dates because those were days worked well for her but if the man came back and told her that they had nothing available, she was perfectly willing to pick some other set of dates.

The man came back on the line. “Miss?”

“Yes.”

“It looks like you’re in luck. We just had a cancellation and as it so happens, those dates just opened up.”

“That’s wonderful.”

“Yes it is. Now if I can get your name, we can see about setting up that reservation for you.”

“It’s Beth,” Jonna said. “It’s Beth Embrey.”

That wasn’t her real name, of course, and it wasn’t like she was a big enough reporter that her newspaper was willing to support a cover story like that but nonetheless it was a suitable cover for her. Beth was a friend of hers from college and she’d agreed to give Jonna a credit card that she could use with the caveat that any charges that Jonna put on the card had to be paid back in full. Jonna had rarely had to take advantage of that offer but when she did, she always made sure that she included a little something extra when she paid her friend back.

“Excellent. Ms. Embrey, I’d be happy to reserve that room for you if you have a credit card ready.”

Jonna told the man the number.

“All right then. Here we go. Yes, everything is all confirmed. We will see you on the 26th of October. Is there anything else we can do for you, Ms. Embrey?”

“No, thank you. I think that will be it.”

“Well all right then. You have a good day,” and with that, the line went dead.

So far, so good, Jonna thought as she hung up the phone. Now, all she had to do was go on out there and figure out what was going on and when she knew what that was, she could blow the top off of whatever sordid scheme was going on there.

She reviewed her notes.

Patty Jordan and Taylor Evans had gone off to Scotland for a vacation. They’d stayed at a place called Castle Macmillan. He’d returned from the trip. She hadn’t.

That was ominous enough in and of itself but he seemed to have no recollection of her and it seemed as if no one else had any recollection of Patty either. It was almost as if she’d just dropped off the face of the Earth.

No, that wasn’t exactly right. People remembered Patty. They just weren’t sure exactly what it was they remembered. Like they remembered Patty and Taylor dating and while they couldn’t remember them breaking up, the general thought seemed to be that they had.

But even if that were the case, why did Taylor seem to have no memory at all of her.

And more importantly, why did she, Jonna Wilkerson, have a clear memory of her old high school friend when it seemed as if no one else did?

The more she investigated, the more convinced she became that there was something wrong with Castle Macmillan and whatever it was that was wrong there, she was going to find out what it was and she was going to blow the lid off of it.

“I’d like to check in,” Jonna said when she arrived on the appointed day.

“Ah, you must be Ms. Embrey,” the man behind the desk said.

Jonna was a bit taken aback by that. “Why yes,” she said. “How did you know?”

The man behind the desk smiled at her. “It’s nothing nefarious,” he said. “More a process of elimination. You’re the only guest who was due to arrive today who hasn’t yet checked in so of course you had to be you.”

Jonna nodded. When he put it that way, it did sound rather obvious.

“We have you down for a suite,” the man behind the desk said.

“A suite? No. I mean, I didn’t book a suite.”

“That’s not what it says here. It says you’re in a suite.”

“But I thought I was booking a room, not a suite. I can’t afford a suite.”

“I’ll tell you what. Since it was most likely our mistake anyway and since we wouldn’t be able to rebook the suite at this late date, I’ll give you the suite but we’ll only charge you the single room rate. How’s that sound?”

That sounded great, Jonna thought. Actually, it sounded almost too good to be true. “What’s the catch?” she asked.

“Catch? No catch.”

“Can I have it in writing?”

“Certainly.”

Jonna grudgingly accepted the offer. It wasn’t that she was averse to taking an upgrade to a suite. It was just that the offer seemed to go against the narrative that Jonna had had in her mind. There was something wrong at Macmillan Castle. She was sure of that but here they were not only doing something right but actually providing good customer service. Then again, if someone was trying to do something nefarious, they wouldn’t come off as a jerk. They would in fact try to appear nice at least at first.

“Miss,” the man behind the counter was saying.

“Yes?”

“Is it okay if we do the upgrade for you?”

“Sure. Just so long as you put it in writing.”

“We’ll do that.”

It wasn’t long after that that a bellhop was taking Jonna up to her room. “I can do that myself,” she’d grumbled to the man at the front desk.

“I know you can,” the man assured her. “As long as you’re a guest inside the walls of this castle, we like to treat our guests like kings and queens so that means we like to do whatever we can to make your stay more enjoyable.”

“Fine,” Jonna grumbled. Yeah right. Fine. What would really be fine wold be if she could find out what this place’s secret was so he could expose it to the world.

The room certainly was a suite, Jonna realized when she got up there. It was big enough to be the size of a small apartment. It had an oversized bed with rich, thick covers. It had two chairs and a small chair next to an oversized window. Heck, it even had a bar. About the only thing it didn’t have was a kitchen and Jonna couldn’t help but shudder at the thought of what this would have cost her if she’d had to pay full price for it.

As soon as she was alone, Jonna pulled a file from her bag. She knew the file so well that it wasn’t like she even needed to review the file but she did that anyway because she’d found that sometimes when you reviewed what you thought was known, sometimes you found a new way of seeing it and sometimes that gave you new insight.

That wasn’t the case here. The facts as baffling as they were didn’t provide her any great insight. The facts were what the facts were and it was her job to make sense of those facts.

Eventually, Jonna finally put the file back into her bag and she rubbed her neck and she looked over at the bar. She really could use a drink, she told herself.

Yeah right. She couldn’t help but wonder what the hotel charged for those drinks. Idly, she wandered over to the bar just to see for herself what they charged but when she got there, she didn’t see a price list of any sort. Of course, she was staying in a suite. Maybe the whole point was that if you had to ask how much it cost, then you couldn’t afford it.

Still she thought, wouldn’t it be nice to have a glass of wine or something to relax with.

Maybe it would but they most likely wouldn’t have anything like that and besides, the last time she looked, she hadn’t heard that Scotland was all that famous for their wines.

Still she didn’t look away. What would it hurt, she thought. What would it hurt just to see what kind of wines they might have.

Under the bar she found a refrigerator and inside the refrigerator, she found a bottle of French wine. Oh my God! She’d never had a French wine.

No, she told herself. No, she shouldn’t.

And yet as much as she tried to keep telling herself no, it seemed impossible to make herself look away. Just one glass, she told herself.

It’s going to be expensive.

She was on vacation.

No, she was supposed to be working here.

You couldn’t work all the time. Why not enjoy yourself?

Yeah, but—

But what?

But the cost, she whimpered to herself but she already knew it was a lost cause because she was already looking for a corkscrew.

Maybe she wouldn’t find one, she thought hopefully.

Yeah right. If there was a bottle of wine here, there was bound to be a corkscrew.

There was and it wasn’t long before Jonna had the bottle open and a glass of wine in her hand. Mmm, she told herself. Not bad. Not bad at all.

It wasn’t long before she had a second glass in her hand and then a third. She was getting a bit tipsy. Really, one glass had been enough. After that, she started to get a bit light-headed but for some reason, she just couldn’t seem to stop herself.

She looked at the glass in her hand. How many glasses had she had, she wondered. The bottle was ... oh my God, it was already half gone. She really should stop herself and yet ...

And yet she poured herself another glass of wine.

Why couldn’t she stop herself, she wondered.

Then again, why should she try stopping herself.

She poured herself another glass.

Oh my God. The bottle was nearly all gone. Had she really drunk a whole bottle of wine? It certainly felt like it and yet here she was pouring herself yet another glass. What the hell was the matter with her?

There was nothing the matter with her. There was nothing at all. She felt good. No, check that. She felt great. Actually, she wasn’t feeling much of anything at all.

She dropped the empty bottle into a trash can but she never heard the thunk that the bottle made as it fell into the can. She was swooning and the room was swirling and she fell face down on her bed.

Oh man, she thought. What the hell had gotten into her? Why the hell had she done what she’d done.

She looked at the bar and she groaned. She couldn’t believe she’d drunk a whole bottle of wine. What the hell had she been thinking?

But there was another thought as well. It was a new thought but she couldn’t help but admit that it was there. Sure, she’d gone off and she’d gotten herself totally drunk but there was something hot in that, something cool in being so out of control that anyone could do anything that they wanted with her.

What the hell was she talking about, Jonna demanded of herself. There was nothing cool about being that fucked up and yet ...

And yet as much as she tried to tell herself that, the thought persisted. Wasn’t it hot to be that fucked up?

She shook her head but the thought just wouldn’t go away and that’s when Jonna realized that she wasn’t just looking at the bar but she’d gotten up and she was approaching it as well. What the hell was she doing. Hadn’t she had enough already?

Apparently not, seemed to be the answer. She was moving towards the refrigerator.

Stop it, she told herself. Stop it.

But she wasn’t stopping. She reached in and she took out a beer.

What the hell was she thinking? She didn’t even like beer.

She twisted off the top and she took a pull from the bottle before letting out a contented sigh. Apparently, she did like beer, she told herself.

She looked at the bottle and it was starting to glisten as she looked at it. It looked wet. It looked almost as wet as she was.

What?!

But there was no denying that basic truth now. She was wet. She was wet and she was horny.

She took another drink from the bottle and again, something occurred to her. She put the bottle down and she began to remove her clothes. First, it was her blouse and then it was her skirt. The heels came next and then off came the bra and finally off came her panties.

What the hell was she doing?

But she wasn’t listening to herself anymore. Instead, she brought the bottle up. Her breasts weren’t all that big but then they weren’t all that small either but then it didn’t matter if they were big or small. She slid the bottle in between her breasts and she couldn’t help but gasp. Ooh that was cold.

Ooh but it was hot, too.

She took another swig from the bottle. There was something else that would be hot, too.

Down the bottle went. Down between her legs.

Ooh that was cold.

Yeah but it was hot, too, and there was something that would be even hotter. She worked the opening of the bottle up against her own opening and then after a moment of hesitation, she pulled then neck of the bottle up inside her.

Ooh yeah. That was hot, too.

She pulled the bottle out and she lifted it to her lips and as she drank from the bottle, she thought she could taste her own juices mixed in with the beer. Damn, did it get any better than that?

Jonna shook her head. No. Something was wrong.

What was wrong was that she didn’t have the bottle in her pussy anymore.

But that was easily remedied. She braced herself against the bar even as she reached down and worked the bottle up between her legs. Up and down and then up again. Oh fuck, she loved fucking herself.

She pulled the bottle out and she took another drink. Mmm. Pussy and beer. They went so well together.

Back down the bottle went and then up again it went and Jonna couldn’t help but groan. She was going to cum. She knew she was. She was going to cum.

Fuck, she was cumming and it felt good. She only wished that maybe she’d had something a little bit bigger inside of her.

Well there was a way to do that. All she had to do was turn the bottle around. She sat down on the bed and her fingers coaxed her pussy open as she spread herself wider and wider.

The barrel of the bottle didn’t go in the first time or even the second time she tried to stick it in but eventually, she managed to work it up inside her until only the neck of the bottle was sticking out of her pussy. She looked down at herself and at the neck of the bottle which looked very much like a cock sticking out of her cunt. Was this what it was like, she wondered. Was this what guys saw when their cocks were hard?

She pulled herself upright and she almost fell over. Fuck, that bottle was big inside her but she had to go out. She wanted to find other people and she wanted to offer them a drink from her pussy.

She woke up naked in the hallway outside her room. There wasn’t a beer bottle in her pussy anymore and really, she doubted there ever had been one there. It had all just been a dream but there was something else she didn’t have either, something that was critically important. She was naked and she didn’t have her room key.

She tried the door on the off chance that maybe it had been left ajar when she’d left the room but she soon found that that was not to be.

If only there were a house phone that she could use to call down to the front desk. It was bad enough to be found out in the open like this but there was no way she wanted to have to go down to the front desk in her present condition.

But there wasn’t any such phone which meant either knocking on the doors of one of her neighbors or going down to the front desk. In the end, she chose the front desk.

There was a man behind the counter when Jonna crept up. His eyes widened for only a moment before his face took on a placid look. “Can I help you?” he asked.

“I seem to have locked myself out of my room.”

“Obviously, and you are?”

Jonna almost gave her real name before she remembered her cover story. “Beth,” she said. “Beth Embrey.”

The man consulted his computer. “Aw yes. Here you are. All right then. Let’s get you up stairs and into your room.”

“Thank you.”

“No need to thank me,” the man said as he escorted Jonna to the elevator.

Jonna nodded.

“I hope you are enjoying your stay here ... other than this little incident, of course.”

Again, Jonna nodded as the elevator bore them upwards.

“Of course, mistakes happen. You mustn’t be too embarrassed.”

Jonna nodded yet again as the hotelier slid a key into the door lock.

“There you go.”

Jonna quickly darted into the room and once there and once she was hidden by the door, she turned to face the hotel man. “Thanks,” she said.

“You are most welcome. Enjoy the rest of your stay with us.”

“I will,” Jonna said and with that, she shut the door behind her.

A shower couldn’t wash away the embarrassment that Jonna felt but it could at least make her feel as if she was at least starting over again. Sure, the way the day had begun had totally sucked but now it was time to get down to business.

After ordering room service, Jonna pulled out the file that she’d brought with her although she’d reviewed it often enough that she felt almost as if she knew it by heart.

Taylor Evans was one of her brother’s best friends. Maybe even Bart’s best friend. She’d met him and he was a nice enough guy. About average height and build. Not bad looking although he had kind of a goofy face like his teeth were too big for his mouth but it wasn’t that bad a thing.

Taylor’d been dating his girlfriend off and on for about two years. Jonna wasn’t sure just exactly when they’d met but it hadn’t been in high school. According to Bart, they’d been quite an item for a long time but he didn’t seem to think that they’d ever really talked about marriage. It was as if they seemed comfortable with the status quo and Jonna could totally understand that.

No need to rush things but on the other hand ...

There was a knock on her door and Jonna went to answer the door. Ah, room service. Just in time. She signed for the food and then she went back to her work.

So Taylor had a girlfriend. Her name was Patty Jordan. Anyway, Taylor approaches her with this idea of going on a vacation together. Hardly a big surprise there. They’d gone on vacations together before but this was a trip to Scotland.

Again, maybe not that much of a surprise. According to Bart, theirs was kind of an open relationship but also according to Bart, he couldn’t recall them actually going out on a date with anyone else in quite some time so maybe it wasn’t as open as it had once been.

As near as Jonna could tell, the trip had been Taylor’s idea. It seemed as if he’d heard about this place called Castle Macmillan. Jonna wondered how Patty would have taken that news. Would she have been excited at the prospect or would she have pissed off that Taylor hadn’t asked her first. That was just one of the questions that still remained unanswered.

Jonna pushed aside the leftovers from her breakfast. Castle Macmillan. Now there was an interesting place. Had Patty Jordan known of the history of the place before she’d agreed to go there? Then on the other hand, would it have mattered if she had? After all, the past was in the past, wasn’t it?

Yeah but the Macmillans, or at least this version of them, they hadn’t been very nice to women. This version of them seemed to think that women had only one purpose in life and that was to serve and serve they did, mostly as maids. There were numerous cases of maids in that very castle who’d been taken advantage of and how many more incidents were there of which there was no reports at all.

It was probably fair to say that the Macmillan men took advantage of their maids but then it also seemed as if at least in some of the cases, the maids actually wanted to have the men take advantage of them.

In time, the castle (and at that time it was a real castle,) the castle had been shuttered and closed. Seventeen years it stayed that way and then suddenly it was reopened again. To pay the taxes, some said, and could one really blame the new owners for the sins of the old ones. The hotel was still run by the Macmillans but in seventeen years, it had to be a new generation in charge.

The hotel definitely seemed to be a hit if the reviews were to be believed.

Jonna hadn’t seen it at first though but of all the reviews, not one of them came from a woman and all of them, it seemed, came from unattached men. That was odd.

There was even one from ... no fucking way. How the hell had she missed that? There was even a recommendation from Taylor Evans there. He’d said he’d come there alone.

How the fuck had she missed that?

Not that it mattered though because no one believed her but still ...

Still what?

She had some work to do. That’s what.

Hmm. She really knew nothing at all. She didn’t even know if Patty had made it all the way here with Taylor but if she hadn’t, that would mean that Taylor ...

Jonna shook her head. She refused to think that she was looking in the wrong place. The problem couldn’t be with Taylor ... even if he didn’t recall being there with Patty. There had to be something in the castle. There had to be something here which was the cause of all the problems.

There was a way to find out though.

It wasn’t that long before Jonna was ringing a bell at the reception desk. “Can I help you?” the man behind the counter asked.

“Yes, my name is—”

“Miss Embrey. Yes, ma’am. I’m Robert Macmillan. How may I help you?”

One of the Macmillans themselves, Jonna thought. Good. So much the better. “I was ... I was wondering if I might see your hotel’s registration book. I um, I had a friend who I think stayed here before and I wanted to see if I could find her.”

“That is against our policy. I’m sure you’d understand that our guests expect a certain amount of privacy.”

“Oh please,” Jonna gushed. “I think it would be so neat to just see her name.”

“Yes, I suppose it would but—”

“Oh but please,” Jonna gushed. “It would only be for a moment.”

The man smiled. “I thoroughly understand,” he said as he tapped his hand on an album. “Still, rules are rules but if you’ll excuse me, I have some matters to attend to in the back.”

Jonna watched the hotel manager disappear into the back but no sooner had he left than she was grabbing the book from the counter and she was pulling its cover open. Really careless of him to leave it here like that but then maybe that was the point. He couldn’t actually show her the book but if she took a peek when his back was turned, that really wasn’t his fault, was it? She knew the date she wanted and it wasn’t long before she saw what she wanted. Taylor and Patty had checked in together.

Just as she expected.

Gotcha!

But if they’d come there together, why had Taylor said they hadn’t? That was the question.

She needed to find someone who’d seen them which would have been hard enough if she was admitting who she was but since she was pretending that she didn’t know anything, it made her task even harder. Harder but not impossible. She just needed to find one person who’d seen them and who remembered them. Of course the guests from that time would have been long gone. If she needed to, she supposed she might be able to get back into the registrations ledger again but for now, she needed to talk to employees.

She found a bellhop who she could talk to. He wasn’t much more than a kid but he seemed to like her. “What’s your name?” she asked the kid.

“Andrew.”

“You been here long, Andrew?” she asked.

“For a while.”

“How long?”

“I’ve been working here for a year and a half.”

“You have, huh? So I’ll bet you see a lot of people come through here, don’t you?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Would you say you get more couples here or more singles?”

“Singles?”

“Single person occupants.”

“Oh. I guess when you put it that way, we get more couples than singles.”

Cool, Jonna thought. Now we were getting somewhere. “Any couples stand out to you?”

“Some. Why?”

“I was thinking of someone. I think he came here with his girlfriend. I was wondering if maybe you might remember them.”

The kid suddenly seemed nervous and Jonna couldn’t help but wonder if she’d struck a nerve. “I might,” he said. “Why?”

“It’s not a big deal, Andrew. I was just wondering if you knew them. My friend’s name is Taylor. Taylor Evans, and his girlfriend’s name is Patty. Patty Jordan. Do you remember them?”

“This really isn’t much of a first name business,” the boy said.

Jonna smiled disarmingly. “I totally understand that, Andrew. Your job is to be there to help but not really to be seen, isn’t that right?”

The kid nodded.

“All the same, Andrew. You strike me as a bright boy. I’ll bet you see a lot of things that people don’t want you to see. Isn’t that right?”

“Well maybe.”

No maybes about it, Jonna thought. If she could just draw the kid out a little more. He wanted to tell her. He wanted to show her just how much he knew. “I knew I was talking to the right person,” Jonna cooed. “A bright boy like you has to see all kinds of things.”

“Well you know how it is.”

Jonna smiled to herself. She’d seen it before. The kid knew things and he wanted to show how much he knew. “My friend, Patty, she has shoulder-length brown hair and brown eyes. She’s like my height, maybe a little smaller. Maybe like 5′4 or 5′5. Her friend, Taylor, is like six foot. He’s got kind of a goofy grin. Have you seen them? Have you seen my friends?”

“I don’t know.”

“Come on, Andrew. Don’t be like that. You’re a smart boy. I just want you to show me how smart you really are.”

“I don’t know,” the frustrated bellhop said again. “I don’t know. I really don’t know. We see lots of people around here.”

Try as she might, Jonna wasn’t able to get anything definitive from Andrew or from anyone else on the hotel staff. The answer was always the same. Yes, they might have seen Taylor and Patty but no, they didn’t know for sure.

Jonna returned to her room at the end of the day feeling frustrated. She hadn’t really expected to get the story in just one day but it had the feel that she was just spinning her wheels and that’s when she looked at the bar in the room. She really could use a drink.

What? No! She wasn’t going to do that and yet now that the thought was there, she just couldn’t seem to shake it lose. She really did want a drink. Just something to take the edge off.

To take the edge off of what, she wondered.

She looked at the bar. Man, they had everything.

What? No, and yet ...

She wanted a margarita. It never even occurred to her that she didn’t even know how to make a margarita. Once the thought was there in her head, she knew what she wanted and it wasn’t long before she had a drink in her hand. She took a sip. Ooh, strong. Too strong maybe but at the same time, she could feel the warmth running through her body.

If there was one thing that Jonna realized, it was that she didn’t want to drink alone.

She took another drink. Whew yeah. Strong ... but good. Why not? Why not invite someone over? It would be a shame to drink all by herself.

And that’s all it took. She stepped outside and she stepped over to the room across the way and she knocked on the door. A man answered. “Yes?”

Jonna giggled inanely. Could she really be that drunk after just a few sips of her drink, she wondered, but then in the next instant, she completely put that thought out of her mind. “Hi,” she said. “I’m Jonna.”

“Hello, Jonna.”

“I, um, I have a bar in my room. I made myself some drinks.”

“I can see that,” the man said.

“I was wondering if you might want to come have some drinks with me.”

“I don’t know.”

“Oh come on,” Jonna pouted. “It’s no fun drinking alone.”

“I don’t know. You seem to be having plenty of fun doing what you’re doing.”

“Huh?”

“Nothing.”

“So are you going to come over?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Oh come on. Pleeease. It won’t be any fun at all if you don’t come ... over.”

“I don’t know.”

“Please. Come on. Just for one little drink. I don’t want to drink alone.”

“Well, I suppose ... maybe.”

“Oh good. I was just so hoping you were going to say that. Come on. Let’s go.”

The man let Jonna pull him across the hallway and then into her room.

“Like I said,” she told him. “I already got margaritas made up. Hey, I don’t even know your name.”

“It’s Burt.”

“Well, Burt, I’m glad you’re here because I really don’t like to drink alone. Can I pour you a drink?”

“Yeah sure. I guess.”

Jonna poured the man a drink and she brought it over to him. “Come on, Burt. Take a load off. Why don’t you come sit here with me on the bed. So, Burt, where are you from?”

“I’m from Poughkeepsie, New York.”

“Oh wow. That sounds fascinating.” Was it really fascinating, Jonna wondered. Maybe it wasn’t and she couldn’t really be as drunk as she was acting but so what if she was. It wasn’t that bad to get a little wasted every now and then and besides, she really did want to see if she could get Burt to loosen up a bit more so she snuggled in closer. “That sounds fascinating,” she said again.

“Really?”

As Jonna snuggled in closer, some of her drink spilled into Burt’s lap. “Oh my,” she gushed. “Would you look at me. I’m so careless. I think we need to get something to clean it up.”

“Don’t bother.”

“Oh don’t worry. It’s no bother at all,” and with that, Jonna stroked her hand between Burt’s legs before she leaned down over his lap.

“What are you doing?” Burt asked.

“What’s it look like I’m doing, silly. I’m helping you to get yourself cleaned up.”

“N-no way,” Burt stammered.

But already Jonna was there sliding her hand inside his pants. “Don’t worry,” she assured him. “It’ll be fine.”

There was little doubt what Jonna was doing. She was opening his pants and extracting Burt’s cock and then she was sliding down so she could slip her mouth over his shaft.

“Fuck,” Burt groaned as Jonna’s mouth continued to work his cock. Fuck. He couldn’t believe this was happening to him. Fuck!

Jonna could feel it. Jonna could feel it as she sucked Burt’s cock. Jonna could feel him cumming in her mouth.

“Fuck,” the man groaned and still Jonna kept sucking.

With his dick having completed it’s duty, it started to soften but Jonna wasn’t about to let that happen. She just kept sucking and in a short amount of time, he was hard again. Jonna looked up at him even as she stroked his duck. “I just love it when nice men have drinks with me,” she cooed. “Then on the other hand, I kind of like it when not so nice men have drinks with me, too, so the question is which one are you?”

“I don’t understand.”

“What’s there to understand?” Jonna asked as her hand insistently stroked Burt’s dick and now she could feel him beginning to respond. “I said I liked it when men have drinks with me. The question is are you the type of man who’s going to take advantage of a girl who’s obviously had a bit too much to drink.”

Burt was getting the gist of it now. “I shouldn’t,” he said.

“Oh but I want you to. I want you to take advantage of me.”

“Oh my God, yeah. Look how hard you’re getting. Heck yeah I want you to take advantage of me.”

“You do, huh?”

Jonna grabbed one of Burt’s hands and she pulled it up against one of her breasts. “What do you think?” she asked.

Burt didn’t have to be told twice. In no time at all, he had Jonna’s top off and soon thereafter her bra was gone, too, and then he was leaning down to kiss her breasts.

But soon it wasn’t just her top that was gone. Her jeans were unbuttoned and then they, too, were removed and when that happened, well, it wasn’t long before her panties disappeared as well.

“Mmm, Burt,” Jonna purred as she laid back on the bed and she spread her legs invitingly.

There was no way Burt was going to pass up that invitation and it wasn’t long before his cock was sliding up inside her pussy.

In the back of her mind, Jonna kept trying to tell herself that there was something seriously wrong with what she was doing but was that really the case. After all, she was a stranger her and it was nice to have a friend and really, wasn’t that all she was really doing? Wasn’t she just making a new friend?

Well at the very least, her new friend was making her. God, fucking damn it. He was so fucking big inside her.

“Fuck,” the man groaned.

“What’s that?” Jonna murmured.

“I said fuck,” Burt said as his cock continued to fuck her. “I said fuck. I think I’m going to ... to cum.”

“I want you to, Burt. I want to feel your cum inside me.”

Burt groaned again and in the next instant, he buried his cock inside her and Jonna couldn’t help but feel the swell of his cock inside her pussy and the surge of his cock as he unloaded inside her and even through the alcohol induced haze, she knew she loved the feel of that. She knew she loved the feel of Burt’s cum in her pussy.

Jonna woke up the next morning with a splitting headache. Oh man, her head hurt. What she needed was a drink.

What? No, and yet now that the thought was there, it was almost impossible to make it go away. She wasn’t like that, she tried to tell herself. She wasn’t some lush.

Maybe not, but that’s what she’d been the night before.

She barely realized that she was still naked as she stood there at the bar and poured herself a drink. Maybe she wasn’t a lush, she told herself but she’d needed that drink.

Burt was gone. He must have left sometime during the night but now that she was thinking about him, the memory of him still lingered. Jonna took another swig from her glass.

She wasn’t a slut but she’d been one the night before, too. She’d lured Burt over and she’d given him a drink and then she’d managed to work her face down into his lap. He’d tried to tell her no but she wasn’t having any of that and besides, Burt was hard. He’d moaned when she’d slipped her lips in around his cock but then of course he had. It was only natural.

Just like this was, Jonna told herself. It felt so good to get drunk and let guys have their way with her.

So Burt was gone. Damn it. She was getting nowhere with this investigation. She couldn’t return home with nothing, she told herself. If she did, if she came back with nothing, it would almost be like saying everyone else was right. She couldn’t do that.

She took another drink and her headache started to ease just a bit.

She was getting nowhere here in the castle. Maybe no one here knew anything or maybe they just weren’t talking. She needed to find a new source of information.

She took another drink and her headache dulled a little more.

There was a town nearby. Was it possible that Taylor and Patty might have gone there? Possible? Sure. But did they? Maybe they might have gone somewhere else. Maybe they didn’t go anywhere at all. Maybe they just stayed in the castle and fucked all day and all night.

Jonna’s grip tightened on her glass. Don’t go there, she warned herself. Don’t go there. Don’t you go thinking about sex again.

She took another swig from her glass. Okay so maybe there was nothing to learn here. Okay, so she’d get herself a shower and she’d clean herself up and she’d go into town and see just what other information she might be able to find.

The town wasn’t much of a town or maybe it was too much of a town for Jonna’s tastes. There was a single lane that ran through the place and various shops and businesses that fronted up on that small road and it was clear that from a business’s point of view, this was the place to be. It was also clear that the shops here were there to cater to the tourists. They sold various knick knacks that announced in no uncertain terms that the owner of such a knick knack could be presumed to not only have spent time in Scotland but was assumed to have enjoyed their stay there as well.

But it was a town and it was hardly a city like Jonna was used to. It hardly suited her tastes but then did that really matter. After all, it was Taylor and Patty that she was trying to find, (well Patty really) and the real question was would either of them have come here.

She stopped in a store which immediately drew the attention of the woman behind the counter. “Good morning, Miss. Is there something I can help you with?”

“I’m just looking,” Jonna said.

“Well, let me know if I can be of any help to you.”

“I will,” Jonna assured her.

Jonna browsed the store and all the while she knew the shop woman was watching her. Finally, she turned and approached the counter with a scarf in hand. “It’s a wonderful store you have here.”

“Thank you, Miss.”

“I’m staying at the castle but I knew I just had to come here. My friend Patty told me about this place. She was here a ways back and she told me what a wonderful shop you have.”

The shop woman just looked at her blankly.

“She said if I was ever here this way, I should look you up, and here I am. Perhaps you remember her. Her name’s Patty Jordan.”

“The name doesn’t ring a bell.”

Jonna described her friend. “Are you sure you don’t remember her?”

Again, the clerk shook her head. “I’m afraid not. Do you want to buy that or not?”

Jonna looked at the scarf in her hand. “Maybe later,” she said.

She tried another shop and another and still another. Some of the shopkeepers thought they might have remembered Patty. One said he might even have remembered Taylor but no one seemed to say for certain that they’d met either of the two of them.

This was getting her nowhere, Jonna realized. What she really needed was a drink.

What? No!

No, indeed. She had work to do. There were other people to talk to but that’s when a tavern at the end of the street caught her eye. There had to be people in there, she told herself. Perhaps lots of people. Why not go and find out.

No, she whimpered.

Mmm, but what could it hurt? A bunch of burly men inside the tavern. They’d probably welcome having a woman that they could share a drink with.

No, she tried to tell herself again but already she was moving in the tavern’s direction.

The place was dimly lit as Jonna stepped inside and she imagined that no matter what time of day it was, the tavern would pretty much look the same as it did now except that at night, there would probably be more people here. It was almost as if time stood still in here. She stepped up to the bar where a redheaded bartender was polishing the bar. “What can I do you for?” he asked.

“Scotch,” Jonna said and then she was surprised at herself. That was so unlike her.

The bartender looked her over before he nodded. “Sure thing,” he said. “Coming right up,” and he poured her her drink.

She was usually a wine drinker, Jonna mused even as she wrapped her fingers around the glass. She could do beer from time to time but she preferred wine but hard liquor, well maybe it if it was in a mixed drink but straight up ...

The bartender was looking at her and Jonna was looking at the glass. What the hell was she doing?

She took a swig and she fought back the urge to hack as it went down. It burned, she told herself. It burned.

Actually, she could feel the warmth invade her body and she couldn’t help but shiver. She was starting to feel warm all over and it felt good.

She took another swig and it wasn’t quite so bad the second time around.

Even though she hadn’t turned around, she knew she was being watched by every man in the bar. She took another swig of her drink. God, she loved being watched like this. The only thing better than being watched like this would have been ...

She heard the sound of a chair being pushed back and she knew a man was coming her way. She took another swig of her drink and she waited.

She didn’t have long to wait before she heard a man stop behind her. “The name’s Angus,” the man said. “I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before.”

God, he was standing right behind her, Jonna thought. Any closer and he’d be touching her but that was easily remedied. Jonna took a step back and sure enough, there was his body right behind hers. God, he was a big man. Fuck, she wished he’d put his arms around her. She turned her head to look back at him. “The name’s Jonna,” Jonna said. “I’m a guest at the castle up the road a bit.”

“I figured as much. You didn’t look like you’re from around here.”

“Yep. I’m an American.” God, she desperately needed to feel his hands on her body as she pushed herself even more against his body.

“I figured as much,” Angus said and that’s when he did it. He slid his hands around her body and damn, that felt good.

Jonna downed the last of her drink. Damn, she was hot. She loved the feel of Angus’s hands on her body but she found herself wishing that she’d worn something a bit more revealing and a bit more easy for the man to get past. The clothes she was wearing might have been more suited for a hike into town but they were less suited to what she needed now.

Maybe that was the case but even if it was, it seemed as if Angus wasn’t dissuaded in the least by what Jonna was wearing because before she knew it, he was pulling her top out of her jeans and he was unbuttoning the first button on her jeans. Damn, Jonna thought. Was that really his cock that she felt pressed up against her ass?

She certainly hoped it was but then she didn’t have time to think whether that was his cock or not because there he was undoing the next button and then the next one an then he was pushing her jeans down and she gasped as she felt his hands on her panties.

That’s when Angus pulled back.

What was he doing and where was he going? That’s what Jonna wanted to know. Certainly having gotten her this far, he couldn’t be meaning to pull back now. He couldn’t be meaning to leave her here like this, could he?

But in the next moment, she had her answer. He was back again only this time there was a difference. It didn’t feel like he was wearing his jeans and if that hard thing pressing up against her ass was any indication, it certainly didn’t feel like he was wearing any underwear and then he was sliding his hands inside her panties and now she wasn’t wearing any underwear either.

He pressed up against her and she could feel his cock sliding in between her legs and she couldn’t help but moan. Oh yeah. This was definitely what she needed.

“We don’t get many Americans in here,” he said as his cock slowly worked its way in and out of her pussy.

She didn’t really care how many Americans they got in there as long as she had him inside this one American.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned.

She didn’t say anything.

“I’m going to cum.”

Still, she said nothing.

“Fuck,” he groaned.

That went without saying. In fact, she could feel him cumming inside her tight, little pussy and it felt so good because she was cumming right along with him.

Angus bought her another drink and then more men bought her drinks and it seemed as if the more men bought her drinks, the more she kept fucking them.

She was still buzzed as she staggered back to the hotel. No, it was more than that. She was drunk and she was horny and she liked being drunk and horny. She liked it a lot.

It was fun being drunk but it wasn’t fun drinking alone. What she needed was some friends she could drink with, preferably friends who had nice, hard cocks.

A doorman opened the door for her. “Welcome back to Castle Macmillan, Miss Embrey. Did you enjoy your day on the town?”

Jonna straightened up as she addressed the doorman. She mustn’t show how drunk she really was, she told herself. “Yes,” she answered. “Yes, I did.”

“That’s good to hear but it’s nice to have you back here all safe and sound.”

She’d totally nailed it, Jonna told herself. The doorman had no idea just how drunk she really was.

After spending the day getting herself fucked, what she really needed was to get up to her room and get herself some rest but along the way, she passed in front of the bell captain’s desk and as she did, she noticed Andrew and another boy there and she couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to have them fuck her.

Stop it, she told herself but all the same, she couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to invite the boys up to her room and let them get her drunk.

Stop it, she told herself again. It wasn’t supposed to be like that and heck, she didn’t even know what the drinking age was here. The boys didn’t look much over eighteen. Maybe they weren’t old enough to drink. Then again, maybe the drinking age in Scotland was eighteen. She just didn’t know.

Maybe not but there was one way to find out. Jonna stopped at the desk. “Excuse me.”

“Yes, ma’am,” said Andrew. “Is there something we can do to help?”

“I think there is. I was wondering if you boys could come up to my room.”

“What? Both of us?”

“Yes please.”

“We really shouldn’t leave the desk unattended,” Andrew said.

“It’ll only take a minute. I just need some help.”

Andrew looked at the other boy. “What do you say, Sean? You up for this?”

Sean was looking at Jonna and then he nodded. “I’m up for it,” he said.

Jonna led the two boys to her room but as soon as she got there, she went to the bar. “Can I offer you boys a drink?” she asked.

“I thought you had something you wanted us to do,” Andrew said.

“I did and I do but I was offering you a drink. You boys do drink, don’t you.”

“We’re still on duty,” Andrew reminded her.

“I know but I hate to drink alone and I need a drink. Are you sure I can’t offer you boys a little something?”

“Were still on duty,” Andrew said again.

“Suit yourself,” Jonna said but all the same she reached in the fridge and she took out three beers. She set two of the bottles on a table before the boys even as she twisted the cap off of the third and took a drink from the bottle. “Mmm, that’s good,” she said. “You know what I like about beer?”

Neither boy said anything.

“I like the bottles. I like how they glisten. They remind me of something else that glistens, something else that’s wet. Are you sure I can’t interest you in some?”

Again, neither boy said anything.

“Then there’s the feel of the bottle. There’s the feel of it in your hand. There’s the feel of it in your mouth. There’s the feel of it giving you exactly what you want. Are you sure I can’t offer you one?”

Again, neither boy said anything.

“As much as I like beers though, I have a sense that maybe you boys might have something I’d like even more. I was wondering if maybe I might be able to see what you have.”

Still, the boys said nothing.

Jonna was unperturbed. She knelt in front of the boys, opening the pants of first one and then the other of the boys and then she took out their cocks. “This is what I was looking for,” she cooed and the she licked and sucked on first the one and then the other of those cocks.

“Fuck,” Andrew groaned and even though he didn’t say anything, it was clear his friend was in full agreement.

Jonna couldn’t help but think that the way the boys were standing there was very much the same as the way the two still untouched beers still stood there on the table only unlike the beers, the boys were far from untouched.

Jonna looked up at the boys even as she stroked their cocks. “Perhaps you boys could do me a favor,” Jonna said.

“What kind of a favor?”

“I’d really like to see your bodies. Maybe you could take your clothes off for me.”

“We’re not supposed to.”

“Let me make it easier for you then.” Jonna stood and removed all of her clothes. “If you like what you see here, maybe you’ll show me what you’ve got, too.”

They moved slowly at first but once the decision had been made, it wasn’t hard for the boys to get with the program and soon the two of them were just as naked as she was.

“Do you boys like beer?” Jonna asked.

The two boys looked at one another and both of them shrugged before Andrew answered for the both of them. “Yeah, I guess,” he said.

“It’s hard to tell from the way you boys were acting,” Jonna said as she took a seat next to the table where the beers were. She opened her legs and let her fingers play with her pussy even as she took one of the bottles from the table and she motioned to Andrew. “You know I really do hate to drink alone but perhaps you could join me. Would you kneel down before me?”

Andrew knelt as he’d been directed to do.

“Come closer,” Jonna said as her fingers patted her her pussy and Andrew moved in even closer.

“Mmm,” Jonna moaned. “That’s it but come even closer.” Andrew did.

“Mmm, that’s it. You see my pussy, don’t you?”

Andrew nodded. It would have been hard to miss since her pussy was just mere inches away from his eyes.

“Good. Here’s the way it works then.” Jonna took a swig from the bottle before she turned the bottle around and pushed it into her pussy and when she pulled the bottle free, beer gushed from her cunt. “Drink,” she ordered.

Andrew didn’t have to be told twice. His tongue lapped away at her pussy until he’d gotten every last drop of beer.

But the bottle wasn’t empty so Jonna used it again and this time Andrew didn’t need to be told what he should do with her pussy. Again and again and again, he kept lapping away at her pussy and the process was repeated until the beer was finally gone.

Jonna turned to Sean. “It’s your turn,” she said as she took the other bottle of beer from the table.

Sean eagerly took his place between Jonna’s legs and in no time at all, he’d drunk his bottle of beer from Jonna’s pussy just as his friend had.

Jonna couldn’t help but feel a bit more buzzed than she had been before. She’d done her part to get the boys to drink with her but now she needed them to decide what they wanted to do with her next.

Apparently, that decision wasn’t all that hard to make because in no time at all, she found herself being led to the bed and then she found herself on her hands and her knees with Andrew fucking her from behind even as she sucked on Sean’s cock.

It wasn’t all that bad really. In fact it wasn’t bad at all letting these boys use her as they saw fit. After all, they’d had some beers together so it couldn’t really be bad to let them do as they wanted.

So when Sean wanted her to sit on his dick and when Andrew wanted to stick his cock in her mouth, she was more than willing to oblige.

And when Andrew kept wanting to fuck her tits with his big cock until he couldn’t hold back any longer, she was more than happy to have him cum on her tits in much the same way that she was more than happy to have Sean spray his load all over her bottom. They’d had drinks together so of course that made it fine.

Her visit to Castle Macmillan was coming to an end and Jonna couldn’t help but feel that she had failed. She hadn’t found out what had happened to Taylor and Patty but more than that, she’d failed on a personal level. She’d always been able to keep herself focused on the story but this time ...

She finished zipping up her suitcase and she pulled it over to the doorway. One more glance around the room and then she opened the door to find the Robert, the hotel manager standing there, as if he’d been interrupted in mid-knock.

“Hello, Jonna.”

Jonna didn’t even realize that the manager had called her by her real name. “Hi.”

“You’ve had an interesting stay here, haven’t you?”

Jonna nodded glumly.

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of, Jonna. In fact, it doesn’t have to end, you know. In fact, I suggest you take an alternative point of view.”

“An alternative point of view?”

“Yes indeed. We’re always on the look out for new talent to come and serve on our staff.”

Serve on their staff? What the hell was he talking about?

“We think you have all the potential to come and be a maid for us.”

“A maid? No, I’m not—”

Robert held up a hand. “Hear me out on this before you tell me no. You’ve certainly showed an affinity for alcoholic drinks and as it. Happens, we’ve been thinking of opening up a bar for our patrons and were looking for barmaids to serve them. That’s the key though. Service is critical so what we want is someone who not only is able to serve but who’s willing to join in on the fun.”

“Join in on the fun?”

“Yes indeed. When a customer wants to buy you a drink, you say yes. When you start to feel tipsy and he wants to buy you another, you say yes. When he invites you to join him and his friends, you say yes and when one thing leads to another, you say yes.”

“You mean you actually want me to drink with the customers?”

“That’s the idea and bear in mind we have a nice uniform for you. Short little skirt and a loose, little top. It’s easy on and just as easy off so what do you say and it’s cut low enough that it would really show off your tits so what do you say? Would you like to come be a barmaid for us? You could get drunk and screw all the time.”

She could get drunk and screw.

“So what do you say? Do you want to do it?”

“Oh yeah.”

“I thought you would. In fact there wasn’t a doubt in my mind. Welcome to the team.”

Jonna couldn’t wait. This was going to be so much fun.