Azumi found no help while Priya led her to the elevator. Then after going through several corridors they arrived to the boiler room. There Priya opened a big mettalic furnace with a strong fire in it and ordered Azumi to put the bag in there. Azumi complained but Priya, already short of patience, spared words and went straight for another round with the flogger. Azumi obeyed and then cried while most of her stuff burned.
Then they went back upstairs, passed through the still empty reception hall and went to an area where Azumi had been before, but without paying much attention, while she looked for the restaurant. They left behind a gym, and an assembly hall, and went to what looked like a beauty salon. It had four leathery chairs, each with a mirror in front and a bunch of tables with lots of items, such a scissors, make-up kits, hair dryers and many more. Priya ordered Azumi to sit on a chair. Then she noticed that it had straps hanging all around, including on the head piece.
-Listen, please. It's my first time here. I don't know what's going on. If I have offended you, please...- Azumi tried.
-Understood, now shut up.- Replied Priya sternly.- Your snatch is unfuckable.- While she talked she grabbed a bowl, a razor and a spray can.- Shave it.- She put the items on Azumi's hands. She tried to say something but was slapped hard on her cheek.- Do it!- Stunned she didn't react quick enough so she was slapped again, in the same spot, even harder.
Azumi, with the lesson learned, started to apply the foam of the spray on her mound. As she had spent her youth studying she hadn't had much experience with sex, other than a couple of not entirely satisfying boyfriends, plus a few non-memorable one night stands. Neither of them had told her that her snatch was unfuckable. Small tits, that was an usual complaint, but not the other thing. In any case, Priya had proven that she didn't want to discuss things calmly. While Azumi shaved her modest crotch hair, Priya grabbed a couple of things behind her. As soon as she was done Priya cleaned the rest of the foam with a small towel and, to Azumi's desmay she rubbed her mound with a finger.
-Hey, what are you...?- Azumi stopped talking when she saw Priya grabbing the flogger.
-It's okey for now but you will do it smoother the next time.- Then she checked if armpits and legs needed some work, but they were fine.- Now your mane. It is too long. Is trouble for everybody.- Priya explained. Azumi was about to reply that the other two women she had seen had ponytails, but she didn't say anything.- I could strap you to the chair but I'm sure that you will be a good girl.- Azumi nodded, not knowing what else to do.
Along the next hour Azumi saw with terror how Priya chopped off large chunks of hair with her scissors. Her long mane was soon reduced to barely a few inches of hair that only covered the upper half of her ears. Then Priya arranged it so the cut made a perfect straight horizontal line at that height. As an exception, she was allowed at the front a pair of bangs that reached down to her chin. Then with a pair of clippers she shaved all that remained on the sides and nape, until there was only a thin stubble. At last, with a metallic razor, and very slowly she removed all that remained below the mid-ear line. Along that last part of the process, Azumi curiously felt something that she hadn't felt before. Some kind of heating sensation in her crotch area. Similar to when she was in bed with a lover, but not quite. Despite her beautiful mane being ruined, she had to admit to herself that she was enjoying the touch of that woman. Of that blade slowly and carefully, but relentlessly, running along her skin.
With that done Priya ordered Azumi to grab the suitcase and follow her. When Azumi got up, she looked at the chair. There was a moist spot of sorts where her crotch had been. Azumi blushed and Priya frowned but nobody said anything. In shameful silence Azumi was led to the door next to the salon. It was some kind of dressing room with lots of lockers. At the bottom there where a bunch of showers. Azumi was told to undress and have a shower. With that part she could agree.
The water was warm, and the shampoo was much worse than the one she had destroyed in the boiler room. Still she enjoyed the shower. When she got out she saw María leaving. She tried to run to her but Priya stepped in the middle scissors in hand. The Azumi saw that her suitcase was open, with its contentes again in disarray. On the floor, next to it, there were a good bunch of buttons and a good amount of pieces of cloth of several colors and textures.
Still wet she was ordered to brush her teeth and dress again, but only with the outter t-shirt that she was wearing earlier and a pair of sandals. Then she realized that a part of the front had been cut to show much more cleavage, and there was also a vertical slit on one side that showed a big deal of her tight. Looking at the suitcase she saw a shirt that only kept two buttons on, below the chest area. She was about to cry again but Priya distracted her by giving her a new garment that definitely wasn't hers.
They were panties of some sort. Made of a transparent plastic like material, they had a convex piece of another material, rigid this one, but still transparent, attached on the crotch area, and a slit on the rear. The fabric was thicker around the waist area, and a strap stood out at the front, in the middle, towards one side. She was told to put then on. They were so tight that she had trouble getting them up her legs, but Priya prompted her, by caressing the flogger intently. As soon as they were on Azumi noticed that the hard piece covered all her pussy, rubbing it slightly. Fortunately its surface seemed to be nonstick. With no ceremony Priya inserted the strap through a buckle and locked it with a small, yet sturdy padlock.
-What is this...?- Azumi dared to ask.
-This has holes.- Priya patted on Azumi's crotch plate, making her blush.- For your urine. This can be opened.- Grabbing Asumi's buttocks, Priya pulled to the sides revealing what was the slit for.- For the solid businesses. This goes on the neck.- Priya handed Azumi a thick dog collar. It had a big vertical D-ring in front and four more around. From the bigger one hung a chain leash, clasped to it. Hesitatingly Azumi buckled it around her neck above the coconut necklace. Soon Priya had locked it in place with another small and sturdy padlock.- Grab the suitcase and follow me.
Before Azumi had time to zip the suitcase closed Priya was already pulling on the leash. Again they went downstairs, again passing through empty corridors and an empty hall. Not to the first basement, with the boiler room, but to the second, below that one. They arrived to a big storeroom of sorts, with barely a lightbulb for the ten meter deep, and three wide room. On one side there was a long, low, metallic, rusty bench. On the other one three rows of square containment units, plus a couple short ladders to reach the upper ones. Each containment unit was a cube made of pure metal, about one meter in all directions, with a door that hinged to one side, lockable thanks to a big, heavy padlock. Each door had a narrow horizontal slot at the bottom and an opening with a net of thick wires on the uper half. Right in front of the bottom row for boxes, on the floor, there was a gutter. Only one of them was open on the second row, close to the door to the corridor, curiously the one marked with a 2B, like the bedroom were Azumi had been before.
Priya led her there. Inside Azumi saw that there was a thin mattress that was clean but clearly had seen a lof of use. The frontal part of the floor of the box, barely a few inches not occupied by the mattress was slightly slanted towards the gutter. Priya indicated Azumi to put her suitcase on the bench and then indicated her to get in the box, not before ordering her to remove her t-shirt and sandals, and then reminding her that silence was recommendable. To prove her point she tapped on her flogger with one hand, while the other pointed at several apparatus along the wall, above the bench that, Azumi guessed, were microphones.
Completely scared and traumatized she entered in the box, accompanied by Priya's threats of punishment if she talked while in there. With no more ceremony she closed the door and locked it. Then she left the room, locking that second door as well, while complaining about having to clean some “slut's” filth, comment that Azumi didn't understand, because she hadn't seen any slut in the resort.
In almost complete darkness, as the small lightbulb had little to no effect in the closed box, Azumi reflected on the events. The most likely explanation was that the director of the resort intended to cash some money with a ransom. Though that made no sense because she had known the name of all the involved. They could kill her but then they would get no money. Maybe they just hated her. Or they wanted to scare her to and blackmail her. After a while she just stopped lucubrating because she wasn't getting anywhere.
In that silence a strange idea popped up in her mind. She remembered that feeling when she was in the hair salon and had a razor running along her scalp. That tingling sensation in her crotch area. While that Priya woman led her leashed like a dog the same circuit of her brain had activated. She hadn't felt it before. Because she hadn't been in such a situation, she deduced. Suddenly she started to feel curious about what would happen next. Suddenly fear turned into excitement. Suddenly she wanted to masturbate. Impossible, because when she reached down she found a plaque there. She was lucky after all, she wouldn't be able to embarrass herself.