The Resort (1/3)

A mother and her daughter arrive at a resort for a month of relaxation. But from the very first hour, they discover that there is a catch… Part 1/3

Martha:

The resort was a trap. In our defense, we had no way of knowing this beforehand. When planning our vacation, I did my usual Internet research, reading everything about the place, looking at the feedback, and so on. There was absolutely no indication that the place was not exactly what it looked like. It looked just like any other nice all-inclusive resort we had been to in the past.

Our plane arrived very early, me and Cindy were half asleep. We took a taxi to the resort – it was a very quiet place outside the city, in the green forest, with no other buildings in the neighborhood. A perfect place to get away from our hectic lives and unwind for a month. We both anticipated the rest already.

The resort looked like a part of a forest, surrounded by a high fence, with a few low buildings here and there and paths between the trees. There was a large pool and playground somewhere, we knew that from the resort website, but it was not visible from the entrance.

The front desk had doors that opened directly from the outside. Despite the early hour, they were already open, waiting for us and other arriving guests. We entered, dragging our suitcases behind us.

“Hello!” the receptionist, a woman in her mid-twenties, smiled at us. “Welcome! You must be Martha and Cindy, right? We have the records of your arrival.”

“We are,” I nodded and handed her our papers. She promptly registered us, accepted the payment, helped us fasten our ID bracelets, and called to the back door: “Who’s on duty? Jeremy? Please help the ladies to their apartment!”

Jeremy, a nice, handsome man in casual clothes, took our bags and welcomed us through the door into the resort area.

We walked slowly down the path, smelling the scent of the trees and yawning. Maybe we’ll get a few hours sleep right after arriving at the apartment. The hour was still early, so we did not meet anyone.

Jeremy showed us the amenities as we walked – the dining room, swimming pool, gym, playground, etc. Everything looked really ordinary, nothing out of the ordinary or special. Cindy liked the pool best, and I liked the gym.

As we approached our building, I heard the unmistakable moaning of someone having passionate morning sex. I blushed a little and looked at Cindy, but she paid no attention to the sounds.

“Here you go, ladies!” Jeremy opened the door and let us go first, following with the luggage.

We looked around. A rather small room, like in all such resorts (the guests are supposed to spend the day outside anyway), mostly occupied by a large comfortable double bed, a wardrobe, a door to the toilet… And I was struck by the objects on the bedside table. Several large sex toys and a bottle of lube. Blushing – either from embarrassment or indignation – I turned to Jeremy, who had placed our suitcases against the wall.

“Um, mister… I think there’s been a mistake! Our apartment is for a mother and daughter, we did not order these… things!”

He smiled at us.

“No mistake, ladies. This is your apartment, specially ordered for two people, mother and daughter, for a month.”

I blushed even more. What?! He can’t mean that… Could he?

“What do you mean?” Cindy asked in a weak voice, looking at me with wide eyes, either confused or curious.

“Well…” Jeremy sat down comfortably in the chair and casually put his hands on his knees, smiling broadly. “You may want to sit as well, as the explanation will take some time. You had no way of knowing this, but this resort specializes in helping women overcome sexual taboos and discover their unlimited sexuality.”

What?!

I and Cindy exchanged glances, torn by the desires to run away and know more.

“What does it mean?” I asked, looking almost compulsively at the smartphone I had been holding since we arrived at the airport. No connection.

“Right,” Jeremy nodded. “No cell coverage here. No WiFi, no internet. Perfect conditions to get away from civilization.” He smiled. “Of course, that also means you can’t call your friends or the police.”

My heart sank. What?! Is it a kidnapping? Or are we captured for a sex slavery trade?

“Relax, Martha,” Jeremy said reassuringly when he saw my expression. “No one’s going to hurt you. That’s our number one rule: no physical abuse, no violence – unless you ask for it, of course.”

“I just want to be clear,” he continued. “You booked the place for a month and paid in advance. We’ll let you go in a month, no problem. But no sooner.”

“But…” I mumbled and looked at Cindy again. She was pale and silent. “We’re leaving. Right now!”

“You could try,” Jeremy spoke seriously. “But I assure you, you couldn’t get through the fence, we’ve perfected it. And the outer doors and gates can’t be opened from the inside. So you’d better save your efforts for that.”

“But…” I repeated helplessly. “Why…”

Jeremy shrugged.

“Well… I didn’t create this place, I just work here. I guess there is a strong demand for natural looking sluts and porn models, so someone wants to sponsor the whole thing.”

“Sluts?!!” I looked at Cindy briefly. “Watch your mouth mister!”

Jeremy smiled again. I was starting to hate that look on his face.

“I’m just trying to be clear and honest,” he replied. “Sluts and porn models, that’s what you’ll be in a month.” He smiled at Cindy. “You too, dear. You will learn much more than a few dirty words in a month.”

“Wha…” I gasped. “What do you think?!! She’s only twelve!”

“That’s mature enough,” Jeremy nodded. “There’s an especially high demand for younger models.”

Cindy clung to me, trembling. I hugged her, trying not to shake myself.

“So… are we kidnapped? Enslaved?.. Are you going to force us to do… things?”

“Oh, no! No, no!” He raised his hands. “Like I said, no force, no violence. We’ll just… persuade you. You’ll do everything of your own free will. And very soon.”

“We’ll never do that!” I blurted.

“Oh, you’ll do it. You’ll do it!” He stood up. “Now, rest, get to know the place, go to dinner, whatever. You’re payin’ for the month, you’ll have it all.”

And he left.

We exchanged glances with Cindy. She suddenly yawned, so contagious that I yawned too. I thought I was too anxious and stressed to sleep right now, but maybe we’d crossed the threshold of anxiety, so sleep would be the most natural response.

I locked the door from the inside and swiped the toys into the nightstand drawer. Then I glanced into the bathroom. There was an expensive jacuzzi bathtub that could fit two or maybe three people, with several shower hoses and faucets that ended… I would say, peculiar heads. After hearing Jeremy’s words, their purpose was pretty clear.

I took them off, grabbed some more sex toys and another bottle of lube from the mirror shelf, and threw them in another drawer. The drawer wasn’t so empty. There were ropes… soft cuffs… gags… blindfolds… I shuddered and closed the drawer.

“Mom?” Cindy called softly from the bed. “Shall we lie down for a bit before lunch?”

I agreed. We lay down next to each other on the bed, fully dressed, just taking off our shoes, cuddled and fell asleep almost immediately.

***

Cindy:

I do not know how much we slept. Maybe just a few hours. I woke up first and stretched carefully, trying not to wake Mom. It was all so strange, like a bad dream… Could it be a dream? I slipped out of bed and looked in the drawers of the bedside table. Everything was still there.

Mom stirred and yawned, waking up.

“Hi, honey,” she mumbled, rubbing her eyes. “Are you hungry?”

“Yeap!”

It was late afternoon, we hadn’t eaten since the night before we boarded the plane, and our bodies demanded food.

“Well…” Mom looked around. “There’s no way to order food to the apartment, and we don’t have any in our luggage. We’re going to have to go out sooner or later, so…” She looked at me. “But promise you’ll never leave my side here!”

“Okay, Mom!”

I wasn’t at all eager to part from her. I did not understand everything Mr. Jeremy said, but what I understood sounded creepy.

“The dining hall must be that way,” she pointed. “Let’s go.”

We walked out cautiously, hand in hand. The sun was rising. In contrast to our early morning arrival, the sounds of people were everywhere. Talking, laughing, splashing from the pool somewhere… And gasps and moans from several directions at once. Um… I looked at Mom.

She caught my gaze and sighed. “Yes, honey. I hear it too. I’m sorry, honey. I’m so sorry for bringing you here…” She sobbed.

My heart sank. I hugged her desperately. “Don’t be, Mom! Don’t be! It’s not your fault! And you heard, they won’t make us do anything!”

We hugged for a while, then walked hand in hand, looking around anxiously. After Jeremy’s words, I expected anything, but there were no guards or armed men walking around. Occasionally people passed us, smiling and waving. And they were all… I blushed… completely naked.

Mom blushed too. I noticed that she tried hard not to look, but kept glancing sideways at people passing by. At those times, I would openly study them, trying to figure out why they were acting this way. They looked so… relaxed… and natural. Yes, natural. As if nakedness was their normal state. Some of them were beautiful – thin, muscular, fit. And some were chubby, with wrinkled skin… And they were so indifferent to their nakedness and the stares of everyone.

I put these questions aside for a while.

We’ve entered the dining room. This isn’t my first vacation at a resort, so I’m familiar with these places. But this one was also… unusual.

It was divided into two parts. The smaller and simpler one where we were standing. And another, larger, more brightly lit. In both parts were food counters. We took trays and looked at the food. They were quite simple, some meat, some fish, some vegetables… All perfectly good and healthy, I’m sure. I wrinkled my nose and looked at the larger part of the hall.

The food there was much better and more varied.

And all the people in that part were naked. They were eating, chatting, laughing, sometimes caressing and kissing each other…

And the glass door between the parts had several clear signs: “No clothes allowed. For naked people only.”

Mom and I exchanged glances. Her cheeks were burning.

“Cindy…” she began in a whisper. “Listen… I think I see where they’re pushing us. To get naked. Well… I’m not going to sell my dignity just for better food!”

I nodded. “I understand, Mom. Okay. Let’s eat here, in this part. I don’t mind.”

Mom looked at me gratefully. “Thank you, honey!”

We filled our plates and found a table. The food was excellent, tasty and fresh, but… It seemed to me that the food in the second half of the dining room was more appetizing.

Two more women joined us. They were about twenty or twenty-five years old and dressed just like us. We looked at each other.

“Hi!” they said. “I’m Amanda.” “And I’m Clara.”

“Martha and Cindy,” my Mom replied.

We smiled at each other.

“Are you new here?” Amanda asked.

“Just this morning,” Mom replied.

“And this is our second day here,” Clara said.

“And what do you think? Have you heard anything about… sluts and porn models?”

They laughed. “Yes, indeed. Jeremy explained it to us yesterday.”

“And what do you think?” Mom asked, blushing. “Are you going to… obey?”

“We’re not sure yet.” Clra giggled nervously. “You know, becoming a slut was not in my life plans at all!”

“But,” Amanda added, “if they don’t beat us or force us… What do we lose?”

Clara frowned at her friend.

Mom and I exchanged glances.

“What are we losing?!” I asked angrily. “Our… um… dignity! Our self-respect!”

Amanda snorted. “Come on, kid. Believe me, you can have all your self-respect and all your sex at the same time!”

“What are you teaching the children?!” Mom objected angrily.

“Sorry…”

But I could not stop thinking about Amanda’s words. Mom had always protected me from early sex and relationships by talking about her bad experience with my father. But what… if she wasn’t completely right?

We ate in silence for several minutes.

“Have you looked around? These mandatory nudity restrictions… how bad are they?” Mom asked.

Amanda shook her head. “Bad enough. All recreational areas are closed to clothed people. You can live in your apartment, walk the paths, eat here… That’s about it.”

“A small part of the playground is allowed for clothed kids,” Clara added. “But nothing more.”

Um?.. So… what should I do here?

Amanda noticed my confusion.

“Sorry, little lady. Do you have any offline games on your smartphone?”

“Uh… None, I’m afraid. I was not prepared for the no internet conditions.”

“I’m sorry,” she smiled bitterly. “You’ll have to learn to enjoy doing nothing. Or… to do it their way.”

“Amanda! Please!” Mom frowned.

“Sorry…”

We finished eating and stood up. Mom hesitated.

“Ladies, please show us around. If we are forced to stay here for a month… We’d better get used to it.”

So Amanda and Clara showed us around. The place was great. It had everything you’d want in a resort. And everything was off limits to clothed people – except for the smaller part of the dining hall, a first aid post, and a couple of swings at the edge of the playground. I so envied the kids running around naked, laughing and playing!

But, as Mom said, we must keep our dignity, so we returned to our apartment.

***

Martha:

Two days later, Cindy looked at me sadly: “I’m bored, Mom. I’m sooo bored…”

I hugged her and sighed. I could spend a month just sleeping, walking and meditating, and even for me it would be a challenge. For a twelve year old, it’s an almost impossible demand.

“I’d like to do something, honey. But…”

“But…” she interrupted, “we could go to the pool! Look!” She pulled her bikini out of the suitcase. “Just a few laces and a few pieces of fabric! Not much, eh? What’s the difference, would we wear it or not?”

I hesitated. I had never been to a nudist beach, but… Well… Cindy is right, these swimsuits were almost transparent anyway…

“All right,” I decided. “Let’s give it a try!”

Hand in hand we went out, wearing only our light dresses and nothing underneath.

The pool was crowded. I stood there unsure, but Cindy had already taken off her dress, tossed it to me and ran to the pool, laughing and waving to the kids.

I shivered, but what could I do? I had to be close to my daughter! So I undressed, feeling very uncomfortable, almost as if everyone was staring at me, and stepped toward the pool.

People were swimming, talking, laughing, some were lying on the recliners. They were all naked and no one seemed to care.

Cindy was happily playing in the pool with other kids, as any twelve-year-old should. I looked around and picked out a familiar face.

“Hi Clara!” I took an empty lounge spot next to her. “Where’s Amanda?”

“Hi, Martha! She’s over there, under the palm trees.” She waved her hand. I looked in that direction, and yes, Amanda was there… um… at least her arms and legs were visible, grabbing at some man on top of her as they moved in rhythmic thrusts…

“Oh… wow.. really?” I blushed.

Clara smiled and shrugged. “What can you do, we’re here for fun. And Mark seems like a nice man.”

Um… yes, fun. Clara is right. We pay for this month, let’s have fun. Although I personally prefer… private fun. I leaned back in the chair and closed my eyes. After a while Cindy came running to me, wet, cold and giggling, I left her with Clara and went for a swim myself… Oh… The pool was just perfect.

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