The next day, early in the morning, María opened the door and entered. She whispered to Azumi to start licking. Knowing that the combination of these two individuals couldn't bring anything good, she braced herself for whatever was coming. Hans grunted when she awakened him.

-Good morning, big boy.- Goaded María.

-Good morning, sweet cheeks.

-Shut up, idiot, I'm talking to your penis. Fancy a morning fuck?

-My penis says yes.- Hans pushed Azumi out of the bed with his foot, who fell on the carpet, not being able to cushion the hit with her arms bound.- Come on.- María straddled him guiding his penis inside her.

-This depth, no more, got it?- He nodded. Then she started riding him with increasing speed, until they both came.- Where are you, slut?- She got off the bed and straddled Azumi's face.- Clean me, mind you?- With her pussy over Azumi's mouth she let the liquid fall making the poor captive swallow it. It was the first time that she could taste the flavour as so far he had only came deep in her throat or pussy. She didn't have a particular opinion about the taste but hated the situation.

Just like that María left. Hans was as cofused as Azumi was, but while she was angry and in pain, he just shrugged his shoulders and went to the shower. About half an hour later, already pampered, he walked in the opposite direction, passing above Azumi and left the room as well. Raped, tortured, humilliated and then ignored. She just had gone to that damn resort to be able to rest a bit and drink cocktails. Her bad luck was incredible.

Not long after arrived her savior. Priya untied her and let her go to the bathroom to clean herself, explicitly ordering her to take a long shower, but to remain naked afterwards. While removing the jeans she noticed that the crotch slit had gotten bigger because of the violence of his thrusts, and her puffy labia were protuding underneath, but at that point she just didn't care about modesty anymore. Priya put her stained clothes in the cleaning cart.

Fully refreshed she returned to the main room, where Priya was awaiting sitting on the edge of the bed with her legs open. Automatically Azumi knelt in front of her and eagerly gave her the first orgasm of the day. After that, grabbing the leash she took her to the kitchen, where the ritual of the last day repeated itself. First breakfast on the floor and then a blowjob for Luigi. Along all that process between leaving the shower and the blowjob, the tingling sensation in her pussy was present with more or less intensity. Instead along the time she had spent with Hans and María it hadn't been there.

After Luigi's blowjob she again was ordered to press her body against the empty wall and wait. There she remained until María arrived with a duffel bag, to take her again to the gym. Again she was ordered to do her stretching exercises on a mat. If Azumi had had doubts about María making her work out because she cared about her health, she set them aside. It was obvious that it was just about humilliation. She would have had to do the same if the gym were full of people, she was sure.

Before starting the treadmill routine María produced from the duffel bag a bunch of elements and applied them to Azumi one by one. First some tight, black latex panties that pulled on her vaginal lips in all directions. Then a corset that covered chest to waist, pulling the laces, making sure that it hurt. Removing the collar then went a black latex catsuit, from neck to ankle, followed by a tight leather mask with no holes for the eyes. Over them the collar was fitted, locking all the ensemble together with a single padlock. At that very moment Azumi felt thankful for the radical haircut and wondered if it had been made for that exact reason, for when she were made to wear such masks.

Then came a pair of heavy leather boots, covering half the shin, and a pair of mittens, locking them in place with a cuff each. A chain was connected to both wrists and to the collar from behind, so Azumi's hands were uncomfortably close to her shoulder blades. Another half meter of chain joined both ankles. At last a ring gag would make Azumi salivate amussingly. With all that shit on she was led to the treadmill were she was ordered to walk for quite a long time.

She didn't enjoy a bit that second tradmill run. In part because it was all sweaty and uncomfortable, but mostly because María gave her the creeps. She even laughed at her expense when she almost felt twice. A couple of times she was ordered to speed up with a sudden blow of the flogger, only to be ordered the opposite a minute later with another blow. The only positive element of the situation was that tight latex rubbing against her pussy, and it got annoying soon anyways.

As soon as María got bored of the game she made Azumi lay on the floor and pleasure again her sweaty pussy, which due to the gag was much more difficult and frustrating. At last María slapped Azumi hard on the cheek as was her fancy, ordered to stay right there on the floor before leaving. If the last day being left alone on the floor had been humilliating and degrading, with her hands bound as they were, it became yet another torture. Fortunately Priya arrived soon.

-Aren't you a pretty fucktoy?- Priya asked after helping Azumi getting up, removing the gag and opening the padlock that joined the wristchain to the collar.

-Please, mistress, I'm still a person.

-But that's the point of covering your body with plastic and gagging you, no? Turning you into something else. A faceless, mute thing.

That hit hard on Azumi's conscience. That's was it. They were treating her like a thing. Using her for their pleasure and ignoring, or even making impossible, her own. Still she remembered Priya's advise: own the situation. She had to keep as much control over her life as she could and don't despair.

-If you could please release me I would be able to help you with your chores, mistress. And thank you for cutting my hair, combines well with tight latex. A question if I may, are the bangs there only to be stained with fluids?

-Not only, they also look good.- Azumi couldn't see it but Priya was happy that her advises were working, and that the poor captive was understanding things.

She took Azumi to the employees' dressing room, where she was released and they both enjoyed a nice shower together. This time instead of ordering Azumi to kneel and lick her pussy, they crossed their legs and shared an orgasm by rubbing their pussy against the other one's thigh. For Azumi it wasn't only the best moment of her stay in the resort so far, but also one of the best orgasms of her life. Then Azumi was led to the kennels were she was allowed to choose among her clothes whatever she wished. From there they went to do Priya's cleaning chores of the morning, after which they shared yet another good meal in the attic.

The relaxation ended when María demanded her presence in the beauty salon. This time Priya helped strapping her to the chair, to Azumi's surprise, and then left without a word. In no time María was scissors in hand destroying the cotton shorts that Azumi had dared put on. Then, like the previous day, she grabbed the tattoo machine and started to draw somehting. This time was on her inner thighs and outer labia, much more painful than the other one. Azumi's cherised tingling sensation proved to be antithetical to María's presence.

There was no suspense building. As soon as she had finished drawing, and before applying the moisturizer and the bandages, María used a hand mirror to show Azumi her new decorations. “COCKHOLSTER”  was written between her legs in big letters, also palm tress like her chest, where her pussy, being adorned with black ink all around its rim, acted as the second “O”. Azumi couldn't stop her tears this time.

-There, there, calm down. Let's play a game.- From another drawer María produced an egg vibrator that she put in Azumi's pussy, and a rare looking metallic stick.- Priya has told you that you are allowed to beg for orgasms. Let's test that, shall we? We will have this running.- She activated the egg.- It's at half strength now, and will stay there. As soon as you are getting close to orgasm, you will beg for permission. I don't

need to remind you what will happen if you cum without permission, yes?

-No, mistress, I'm aware.- The arousal built up and soon she reached the level, made obvious by her breathing and the movements of her crotch area.- May I cum, mistress?

María touched the pink skin of Azumi's intimate parts with the tip of the stick, that released a strong electric current when she pressed a button. The pain quickly overcame the pleasure and orgasming became impossible. The level of arousal was still very high, now added to a deep frustration missed with fear, a very intense combination of feelings. The egg kept running. Soon the feeling of pleasure regained intensity. Azumi again begged for permission, and again she was shocked. She got the idea. She would not be allowed to enjoy the egg's attention. Ignoring it was also impossible. Orgasming without permission would undoubtedly bring more pain. There was no good option.

The third time that she asked permission, María didn't shock her and she felt a powerful orgasm, but didn't enjoy it in the sense that fear was the most important feeling occupying her mind. When she asked permission for the fourth time she was shocked again. After that María shut down the egg.

-See? Asking permission could bring you pleasure or pain or both. So what's the conclusion?

-I cannot be sure.

-Exactly! And if you are not sure but the situation is forcing you to make a guess? What should a worthless cockholster like you should expect? People caring about your pleasure? Or just using you for their amusement?

-More likely the second, mistress.

-Very good. So here's my advise, stop being so selfish and focus on being a good fucktoy. Now thank me for this lesson.- She released Azumi and sat on another chair with her legs wide open.- Azumi dutifully acted as a good fucktoy, ignoring her own desires.

After that she was led back to her kennel, where she was again bound in an uncomfortable manner, so she wouldn't even be able to enjoy her solitude. A couple of hours later Priya came back to release her.

-Mistress, María is an asshole. Please don't leave me alone with her again.

Priya was agape. She immediately ordered Azumi to bend her waist, place her hands on the wall and spread her legs wide. Priya flogged her buttocks, thighs, back and even her freshly tattooed pussy with vigor. She had no fun doing it, but it just had to be done.

-I can assure you she's not an asshole. She's my friend and she helps me a lot while the other two morons are lazing around and talking shit. And more important to you, she's your mistress, and you will show fucking respect. The sooner you understand that you are at the bottom of the food chain, the better for you.

-I'm so sorry, mistress. I just... It hurts so much.- Again she couldn't hold the tears.- I thought that you cared and I could talk with you.

-Perhaps there's been a misunderstanding. I prefer you functional because if you were starved, beaten and bloody you'd be another burden for me. Keeping you away from my colleagues is not my job. I don't need you happy, nor clean, nor sexually satisfied. You are an adult. You came here. I don't need to suffer for your foolishness.

-Understood, mistress, my deepest apology.- Priya hugged Azumi and softly caressed the areas she had just mistreated.

-Unless I order you to shut up, you can talk to me. And even then you can talk if you are in great pain or have a good reason. Just choose your words more carefully.

They spent the next couple of hours together, trying to repair some of the damage the others had done, and prevent future damages. Azumi had still trouble trying to understand such an alien situation. Priya was not going to help her the way she wanted or needed, but was most certainly helping. And the hour of the reunion with Hans was coming.

Azumi arrived at the restaurant afraid but determined to learn and to eventually be able to fight back. Again he laughed at her expense seeing her new tattoo. After making her eat on her knees another bunch of tasteless unknown substance like the first day, and making her thank Luigi with yet another blowjob, she was led to his bedroom. Like with María, the tingling sensation didn't made its presence felt. Azumi was well aware that expecting pleasure in his company was pointless.