The Resort

Shaun sat up on the edge of the bed; the morning light was beginning to fill the room further rousing him from his sleep. He rubbed the knuckles of his left hand. They were sore. He never felt as if he had gotten old, but his body was beginning to tell him otherwise.

The dulcet tones of the offshore bells from buoys mingled with the shrill retorts of boat horns. A soft breeze was bringing in the briny smelling air and he could see the shadow of seagulls and terns cast on the gossamer curtains that concealed the door to the balcony.

It was an elegant room, everything one would expect from a luxurious Mediterranean resort. The linens were crisp and of the highest quality Egyptian cotton. The furniture, while sparse was modern with very clean lines and an espresso stain. Shaun thought that it could have been on the cover of Architectural Digest.

He looked over to the dresser in front of the bed he was now perched on. Next to it, two chrome garment racks were filled with various articles of designer women's and girl's clothing. Most of the clothing was for Sara's photo shoots. There were skimpy little dresses, skirts and a few bikinis, as well as more elaborate costume style dresses.

Shaun caught sight of the alarm clock on the nightstand, the green digital lights reading 9:00 which meant Sara would be back from the beach at any moment.

He checked the large glassy power core strapped to his wrist. The core was like an over-sized watch and gave off a soft orange glow. It was still roughly three quarters full-15 hours left of emulation, enough time for what he needed. He tapped the domed glass display out of habit, just to make sure it was reading properly, before pressing one of the small buttons on the side. It gave off a soft chirp before the display went blank.

Picking up the thin tablet on his night stand, Shaun turned it on. He had it set up to show the view from all four of the exterior cameras on his seaplane in separate quadrants on the screen. He touched the third quadrant which made that one fill the display. A young boy who appeared to be roughly 13 was slowly walking with a young pregnant woman, who, at first, Shaun figured was his mother. The two were by the tail rudder, near to where it was moored. He didn't think much of the pair until he saw them duck in between the plane and a yacht next to it.

The two were looking around as if to make sure they were not being watched. Satisfied that they were not, the woman bent over at the waist and placed one hand on the back of a wooden bench on the dock as her other reached back and pulled down the rear of her bikini bottom in an effort to give the boy a viewing. "I should have gotten better cameras" Shaun thought to himself as he watched the young boy nervously inspecting the pregnant young woman, his hands reaching forward to part her cheeks. Shaun pressed the record button as he sat the tablet back down.

He moved from the bed, across the ancient hardwoods to the cold tiles of the bathroom. By American standards it would have been a small restroom, though for an aging European resort it was considered rather opulent. There was a bathtub and a separate shower. The toilet was definitely an antique with the fill tank situated near the ceiling with a chain hanging down for flushing. Next to it was a porcelain bidet. The tiles on the floor were highly polished, though many were cracked or missing completely and the grout had turned from a cream color to a burnt orange due to the iron in the water. On the right was a small sink and counter with an oil rubbed bronze framed mirror hanging above it.

The water from the faucet was probably not the best to make coffee with, so he went back to the living room and got a bottle of pricey filtered water from the mini-fridge. He then dumped the potent grounds into the paper filter and pressed the brew button.

Sara was alone when she entered the room, just as Shaun was fixing his morning coffee. She looked stunning as she walked over to the dresser, reminding him of a young Brooke Shields. She had turned eleven a month before they left for the southern coasts of the Old World. Her eyes were bright green, like the color of a freshly cut kiwi and her lips were stained an almost blood red. Her skin, which was as flawless and pale as polished marble was caked with make-up from the shoot. She was perhaps the most beautiful girl he had ever seen and he wasn't the only person to think so.

"That was quick; I thought the shoot would probably run a little longer." He said to her in his usual jovial tone.

"Well, Crispin had to head into town to find a converter for one of the power cables to his lights." She said setting down a small clutch. She was still in the bikini she had on for the shoot. The top was neon pink and looked not unlike a training bra, and the thong like bottoms were a lime green. Both items, however, were exceedingly tight to the point of being more like latex than cloth.

"He said we probably wouldn't be shooting again though until tomorrow morning."

The young girl had been modeling for almost 3 years now, but it wasn't until Shaun was really able to help her and her mother out financially that her career began to take off. This had been Shaun's plan all along, to find a vulnerable young woman in need of assistance and provide her with a life she could have only imagined. It had worked-even better than he had planned. His position in their lives was now unquestionable and it provided him with the access to Sara that he had wanted since the first time he saw her back at the pageants in Arkalina.

"Well that's good I guess, maybe we can go out on jet boat in a little bit? But since you're dressed, did you want to head down to the pool."

"Is mom going to come?"

"I think she's still in town." He replied

Sara paused for a moment but was unable to hide the uneasiness on her face. Shaun had become more of a parent and friend to her than perhaps anyone in her life, even her mom. Even she was old enough to know that his recent advances were inappropriate at best. Had Sara's mom been there, perhaps she could have been a buffer to all of this. But as of late, her mother's interest in material wealth seemed to overshadow her concern for her daughter.

"If we are going to go out though, you should go ahead and put one of these on." Shaun said as he reached down into the bag and pulled out the still folded disposable diaper.

"Shaun...Not again, I'm not a baby!" Sara pouted in disapproval.

"Well there's no toilet down by the pool and we may be out there a while. Besides, you know you look cute in them."

"Please... I don't want to."

"Come on princess, I mean I did pay for this trip didn't I? Not to mention all of the outfits and your new jewelry."

She looked down to the floor in silent acceptance before reaching out to take the garment.

"But everyone will see." Sara nearly whispered as she blushed with embarrassment.

"Trust me; I don't think anyone here is going to care. Besides it's not like you are going to see these people again."

Sara started to walk towards the nearby bathroom to at least change in privacy but this was quickly halted.

"Princess, if you are going to be a model you have to get used to people seeing you change." Shaun said as he reached for her wrist gently, keeping her in the room. Again, she knew better than to resist, as she unwillingly began to untie the sides of her fluorescent green bikini bottoms, dispassionately allowing this man to see her pale, bald pubic mound with its tiny slit in the front. He knew she was still uncomfortable with this degree of scrutiny, and not wanting to press his luck, he hurriedly slid the Pampers between her ballerina thighs and taped them on.

"See, that wasn't so bad." He said in a voice that tried to make light of the matter.

He could tell by the look in her eye that she was trying not to cry as she stood completely still before bending over to put back on her bottoms. The bikini did little to hide the fact that she was wearing a diaper, and the Tanga style cut allowed much of it to show in the back. As they left the room and headed down the stairs towards the mezzanine pool, the diapers crinkled loudly.

Temples of Mediterranean wealth gleamed with red tiled roofs in the sunlight. They were on the east side of the spice district, an area well known for its loose moral codes. It was priced just right for a well off subset of vacationers. Shaun looked up at one of the terraces overlooking the hotel's anachronistic villa and was delighted to see what he had come here for.

The girl was in her tweens, arms resting on the balcony with a sort of shyness about her as she looked over her shoulder. There was a large pepper haired man behind her and both he and the girl were naked. A small crowd watched on from beneath the balcony. The girl's pain-filled chirps could be heard even from where Shaun and Sara stood.

Sara pretended not to notice, having seen a handful of similar incidents since arriving at the resort. Shaun could tell she was trying to avoid it and could sense the dread in her as he put their pool bag and towels down by a pair of white vinyl and aluminum lounge chairs.

It was still fairly early when they arrived at the pool. He watched as groups of sun worshipers headed out the rear entrance of the hotel with towels, beach bags and umbrellas in tow (as best as those carrying them could manage.) Peering over the fence at the southern end of the pool he could see various yachts and cruise ships out in the deeper waters beyond the breakers. Occasionally he could over hear the whoops and hollers of those on the ships in the harbor-though they were far too distant to make out what was being said.

The small pool had a serene calm about it. It was the beginning of the vacation season so there weren't the usual number of patrons at the resort. Of the two and a half dozen lounge chairs, only four were occupied. A table at the end closest to the resort was shaded by a large yellow and white striped umbrella, under which two teenage boys sat staring at their palms, holding thin rectangular bars made of sleek glass. Their attention, however, was refocused as soon as soon as Sara set her towel down.

"Can I change out of these?" Sara asked looking down at the bulge created in the front of her bikini by the Pampers. "I want to swim, and I can't in these."

"That's fine-but you need to use them before you do, I don't want you wasting them." Shaun replied in a pragmatic tone. Sara sort of tilted her head in disbelief, her mouth partially open like a caricature of one in shock.

"You...you mean wet them? Here?" She asked in a hushed voice.

"Sara, no one is going to care. These people are strangers, I mean it's not like you are ever going to see them again. Besides, you need to get used to being out of your comfort zone if you are going to be a successful model."

Sara could see the two teen boys occasionally looking up from their phones to watch her. One was rather cute, a sort of lean and muscled German looking boy with bright blond hair. The other was a short, dumpy kid with freckles and curly brown hair. She looked back at Shaun with a sort of pleading look, but Shaun simply nodded as if to say "go ahead...I'm waiting."

She was standing just next to him when she started to go. Shaun could barely hear the gentle hiss as her urine sprayed into the diaper, but it became more evident as the crotch of her bikini began to sag. Then, as the Pampers had reached their saturation point, they began to leak. As they did, the neon green turned dark as the pale yellow piss began to roll out and down her thighs. Sara covered her crotch in a vain attempt to hide what she was doing as she looked down and began to cry softly.

She could feel the teenage boys watching on as Shaun attempted to console her. Even as Shaun told her everything would be ok, she could feel his hand push up between her thighs and cup the warm, mushy diaper and rub it against her, forcing more of urine out of the garment.

Sara hadn't heard them walk over, but through tear streaked eyes she could see the pair just about to reach where they were, just as Shaun was setting her down in the lounge chair to change her. She could feel him tug on the ties at the sides of her bikini and pull the front open, revealing the pair of Pampers.

"Ca...Can we watch?" The taller one asked Shaun. Shaun realized he recognized the boy from his tablet. It was the same boy he had seen down by the docks with the pregnant young woman.

"Shaun, don't let them!" Sara begged as she halfheartedly struggled, but she realized she had no choice in the matter as she heard the tapes tearing open, and then warm wet diaper fall forward with a soft thud. Sara realized she was now fully exposed as she could feel the sea breeze and sun on her bald sex.

Sara tried not to look at them as she turned her head away. She felt Shaun pull the used diaper out from underneath her.

"Wow...I mean...she's like...she's like so hot." She heard the portly boy say almost in a stutter.

"I mean I can see her vagina and everything." He continued giddily.

"See Princess, you have fans." Shaun added.

"Ya, we saw her taking pictures down at the beach, is she a model?" The taller, fitter boy asked.

"Yes, she is, aren't you Sara?"

Sara was nearly in a fetal position at this point, crying from embarrassment as she could sense their eyes upon her nearly naked body.

"Tha...Tha...That's so awesome." Exclaimed the curly headed boy "Can we...." his voice trailed nervously... "touch her a little?"

Sara was mortified-the idea of these teenage boys getting to feel over her body. They didn't even ask her, as if she was a piece of property, a toy, which of course, at the resort, she was.

"Shaun...please!?." She whispered through tears.

Sara didn't know what if any response he gave, but a moment later she could feel both boys touching and pawing at her most intimate places as she simply balled up and cried... "Shaun, Shaun, make them stop!" she cried. She felt one of the boys pulling up the little pieces of triangle cloth that covered her barely budding breasts while another touched the sensitive, wrinkled skin around her anus.

"No!" she shouted as she could hear them above her, giggling with excitement.

Before she could do anything, however, she felt the fat boy's stubby digit force into her unlubricated rectum. Sara gave out an audible gasp as her whole body straightened out in a single snap. Again she could hear them laughing as the boys finger dug deeper into her tight, unyielding sphincter.

"That's so hot." She heard the boy say from behind her as she felt him trying to push further in.

The harker was glinting in the sun as it cruised lightly above the pool like some sort of mechanical dragonfly. The oblong machine was about the size of a hawk but shaped like the cowling on a streetlight. The metallic object hummed softly as the large robin's egg blue light on its belly slowly blinked on and off. It was probably watching them but Shaun did not much care. Someone at the resort probably just wanted a show.

However, it was enough to scare off the two boys. Just as abruptly as it had started, she felt and heard the boys retreating "I hope that's not my dad." The rotund boy said to the other. "We better go!" He added.

Sara slowly sat up, trying to cover her nakedness as she saw the hefty one run off giving her one last look as he padded off with her saturated diaper in hand. As she looked around she could see Shaun sitting next to her on his lounge chair with a pleased look on his face. Two other men who had been sunning by the pool had moved closer and were watching on with equal interest.

"It's ok princess...you did good." He said, as she looked at him with an expression of shock and horror.

"Shaun...why did you...It was..." But before she could complete the sentence, the man she had looked up to as a friend and confidant was standing next to her, pulling down his shorts to reveal his engorged manhood. "Just be good baby and lay on your stomach."

Shaun was by no means a small man. He quickly rolled her into position such that her bottom was facing up as she felt him climbing on top of her like a beast. "No...NO!" she cried out. But it was already too late as she felt the knobby end of his cock pressed against her little vulva which had just recently been the amusement of two boys pressing into her labial folds.

She could not struggle much with his weight atop him as she felt the tip ramming against her as he grunted above her. "I know you're scared, just let it go in angel." Shaun cooed gently. Sara had no plans to do such, but her body could not sustain the fight. He felt his head ram against her vulva, and on one such plunge it struck home and tore into her like a spear.

The resistance was not unlike trying to stab at a car tire with a butter knife. Sara cried out in pain as the man took her virginity, plunging through her hymen and burying himself into her now deflowered hole. Her agonizing cry could be heard around the villa as she felt herself starting to bleed. Shaun, however, did not stop, even through her tears and begging. He could see his shaft coated in her cherry blood and the lounge chair beneath her becoming red as if she had started her period. The knobby end of his cock rammed against her cervix as the months of longing came issuing forth in one long torrent that he was unable to stop. "Shhh...it's ok, it's ok." he whispered lovingly. "It will be over soon."

She could see several men watching on through squinted eyes and heard the soft buzzing of the harker floating above them watching on with its unwavering gaze. Her body undulated forward on the rickety lounge chair with a sort of flopping sound as the man's penis punished her sore, torn slit. It felt like she was on fire, every synapse in her body lighting up, as if she had been stabbed between her thighs by a glowing hot piece of steel. Shaun didn't say anything, emotionless, he just stabbed at her bleeding sex as she lay there absorbing the punishment. Then, rather suddenly, she felt him lunge forward hard and stop. Shaun gave out a last grunting gasp as she felt a hot liquid being sprayed deep inside of her.

As Shaun pulled his still mostly erect cock out of the tiny girl's hole, a mixture of blood and cum followed. Men were almost cheering as they witnessed the site and he gave a sort of joking bow as the small crowd gathered to take pictures of the nearly passed out girl.

Sara didn't remember much of the events that followed. When she came around she was in the bathroom of their hotel room, looking at herself in the mirror crying. Her mascara had been obliterated, giving her an almost gothic look and her lipstick was smeared about.

"Why Shaun?" she managed to mutter.

"It's ok princess...I know...I know it hurt." He said softly as he saw the girl clutching her stomach in pain. Blood was still slowly trickling down the insides of her thighs. "You know how much I love you, how beautiful you are. You will get used to it." She felt his large hand gently rubbing her smooth buttocks.

As she looked down, she could see him placing one of her mother's large overnight maxi pads into her bikini as he pulled them back on her. Just as Shaun had managed to pull them up, the hotel door opened and an attractive woman in her late twenties stumbled in atop stiletto heels with several clothing bags on her arms.

Amber was still an attractive woman, despite having had her daughter as a teen and going through some rough years while she was a dancer at the local strip-club. She looked into bathroom, seeing the pair. Her daughter looked a mess, as if she had been left on the street corner during a torrential rain and left to fend for herself. It was then she noticed the bulge from the maxi pad and the blood on the inside of the girl's thighs. Amber knew that her daughter had not had her first period, that something much different had caused the bleeding.

"Well I tried not to spend all of your money Shaun." The woman said jokingly, even as Sara was mouthing the words "help me" to her. Whether it was from the pain or the shock, Sara's legs buckled and she fell to the floor like a sack.

Sara's eyes fluttered as she awoke to a now vaguely familiar sound of flesh striking flesh. There was a small group of them in the suite that evening as the bright gibbous moon rose above the harbor. It was a veritable who's who of local and visiting elite. Shaun liked playing the role of host and presenter as he watched on with delight, not unlike an artist at a gallery opening as his guests examined the displays. The open sliding glass doors to the balcony let in the sounds of merry making by the other guests as Sara looked over to the other bed where her naked mother lay on her stomach as each man took their turn. Her mother looked dazed and on the verge of passing out as Sara lost consciousness once more.