About four hours later Priya came back and put a tray with a good amount of food on the bed, waking Azumi up. She ate slowly real food, after a full week eating only the tasteless unknown substance. When she finished Priya filled the tub with warm water, got naked and put Azumi in it, then sitting behind her and hugging her. For about half an hour she cleaned Azumi and stayed there with her.

-I'm sorry that you have to be here comforting me, mistress. I know that you have a lot to do and I am being a burden again.

-I'm not your mistress, and taking care of the clients is part of the job.

-But you said that you couldn't help me.

-I can help you within the rules. Rules that I'm bending now, again. I don't why you chose one coconut for your first stay here. That was madness.

-I don't understand.

-My colleagues wanted to do things to you, but needed my permission. I normally would say yes, but I said no because is your first time. So I was bending the rules there. If my boss finds out I might be in trouble.- Azumi was pretty sure that Priya wouldn't have trouble with her boss. Feeling much better Azumi turned her head and kissed Priya softly on the lips. Then more bold she probed in with her tongue. Priya let her, as she clearly needed a bit of love.- I'm sorry ma'am, I'm not into women, but it was a good kiss.- Priya said a couple of minutes later when Azumi had satiated that need.

Later with both of them dressed Priya had an idea. It was obvious that there had been a sudden change of speed and Azumi was having trouble reacting. After two weeks of not being able to make decisions, she found herself suddenly freed. She was confused and scared. So Priya came up with one last game that hopefully would be more a comfortable deceleration. She grabbed Azumi's hand and suitcase and went to María's bedroom, after asking her through the earpiece to go there.

Once in María's bedroom Priya led Azumi to the bathroom. María had a lot of interesting beauty products. She applied purple lipstick to Azumi's lips, and a thick black eyeliner to her eyes. Then a strong waterproof gel to make a mohawk with what little hair she had, except the two bangs on the front, that were made to look like fangs. Then back in the main room María and Priya worked together on Azumi's clothes.

Her t-shirt was cut around the top until the big tattoo on her chest was very close to the rim. On her jeans a bunch of slits were cut randomly along her legs. The buttton and zipper handle were removed. Instead a safety pin kept the two sides of the zipper together. On the front of the t-shirt “HORNY PUNK SLUT” was wrtten in big letters with a black ink spray. The t-shirt would very likely move while she walked revealing the line written on her waist.

Then the last buttons and both sleeves of a shirt were removed, after tying its ends around Azumi's navel. On the back of the shirt was drawn Azumi's face with her mouth wide open and tongue out, showing a very joyful attitude, holding a microphone in front. Funnily the microphone was shaped like a penis and from its tip it had spelled a bunch of stars, a couple of which had landed on the face. As a last touch a wide leather collar with lots of long spikes all around was placed on Azumi's neck.

While Azumi looked at her reflection in the mirror and pondered if it was an unappropriate attire for going back home, or it was just awful. The tingling in her pussy thought the opposite. To her utter desmay Priya undid the pin holding her pants on, intruduced an egg vibrator in her pussy, and put the pin on again. From her pussy the controller hung and could be easily accessed through one of the holes on her legs. At last, Azumi's toenails were painted black that combined well with her sandals.

With that she was ready for the trip back home. They just needed to go to the check-in counter to retrieve her phone and other items and wait for the boat. Along the way Azumi said goodbye to Hans and Luigi with very little enthusiasm. María fortunately remembered Azumi's password, because she had said it out loud on her first day, as normally it would be a secret. With nothing else to do they three waited for the boat in the hall.

-You know, we have a tradition here, not exactly a rule.- María prompted putting her hand in Azumi's crotch.- The boat driver knows what we do here, but he doesn't get to play. So often, when a cock hungry whore such as yourself leaves, they give her a small parting gift. They blow his dick while he drives, all the way through. The record is six loads of cum in a single one way trip. Do you think you can beat that up?

-I..., don't think so.- Azumi stuttered.

-We shall see. As soon as you get in the boat, you are going to kneel in front of him and thank him effusively for bringing you here, were you've been so happy.

-Do I have to?

-Yes.

-No.- Said Priya.

-Yes.- Insisted María, moving the hand on Azumi's crotch.- I am feeling a lot of warmth here.

-There are more important things.- Priya reached down and activated the egg vibrator at medium strength.- First I could lend you an umbrella, but I think that you have beautiful nipples, and that everybody should have the luck to see them pocking through you very wet t-shirt.- A dense rain kept falling. It had been there those two weeks.- I will be very upset if you cover them up. And also would be very upset if you miss your plane, so if you still haven't learned to walk while you orgarsm, you are going to be in trouble.

-Yeah, of course.- Azumi had no choice but to agree with Priya's well crafted arguments.

-I disagree.- Added María. She reached down and put the vibrator on low.- You are too much of a slut to ever be allowed to orgasm. It would make you weak. All this pampering, this selfishness, this vanity... They are not good for you. Pleasure is not for you. You must serve. I've seen how happy you were wearing chains and eating pussy and cock. That's what you are. That's what you must be.

-Do I?

-Yes. You are going to spend all the trip to the big island on your knees, milking the boat driver dry. Then as soon as you get home you will find somebody to serve. A man, a woman, a dog... Doesn't matter as long as they keep you in chains. You are to provide pleasure, not receive it.- Again María rubbed Azumi's crotch.- Your horny cunt is merely a tool to use against you.

-That's your decision.- Priya intervened.- Though María is not entirely wrong. You have been happy doing that. Except when María and Hans were purposedly torturing you, you have enjoyed being led around and treated like a sex toy. You could do that. Or not. You are in control now.

-Barely.- María cut.- Your gushing twat is going to give you trouble. You better find somebody like Priya, before somebody like me finds you. Priya has protected you a lot. She has spoiled some incredibly funny plans I had for you. You better find somebody like her real quick.

-Thank you for the advises.- She gulped. The egg in low was not strong enough to give her an orgasm, but it was creating very warm sensations. She wasn't sure if raising the intensity would be appropriate, as she didn't trust her own self control, and nobody had ordered her to do it, so she left it as it was.

-There it is.- Informed Priya.- The boat driver was already unloading the supplies for the week.- Start walking, horny punk slut, if you don't want to fall in María's hands again.- She smacked her ass softly. Azumi started to walk. She had important things to do in the real world and important choices to make.

About an hour and a half later the boat arrived to the main island. Azumi vigorously twisted her tongue and the boat driver came in her mouth for the fourth time. Shamefully she hadn't been good enough to do six. She thanked the man, gathered her things and left.

Alone at last, in the way to the airport she could call the director to demand answers. There weren't many people in the streets under the rain but the lucky few showed much interested on her nipples, confirming Priya's opinions. A couple of them made comments demanding sexual acts and Azumi was tempted to comply, because it was normal for her at that point. The director answered the call at last and she demanded an explanation. Her stay in the resort had been very different to her original plans.

-Listen, ma'am. I was surprised by your request too. I understand that it could be hard but that's what you asked.

-What I asked was complete services! I wanted two relaxing weeks, like with a masseuse, lots of cocktails, watch TV in my bedroom, all those things...

-Ma'am, what you say makes no sense. What you are describing is called complete benefits. You demanded... Oh...- He made a pause.- Ooooh... Oh, noooo...

-What...? What is...? What?

-I think I see the confusion. You demanded complete services. The cheapest option. That's what you wrote on your email. Maybe..., you didn't knew the jargon. Complete services means that...

-Yes?

-Means that you are willing to serve everybody..., in every way..., all the time. Look, ma'am, I'm so sorry... I didn't mean to...

-Yeah, yeah... I think I see the issue...- That made quite a lot of sense. It was all a huge misunderstading. Nobody to blame but herself. In fact on the first day of stay she had verbally confirmed her choices, in the check-in counter, when María asked. The egg's ministrations had her pussy twitching and she still wasn't sure about changing the intensity or not. María was right on that she needed to be watched over.- Could you please send me by email the rules of the resort, specifically about the necklaces. Also a copy of the contracts of the employees that were there.

For the next hours, while she awaited the arrival of the plane, she read all the documents. The coconuts were about what the client was willing to endure, three coconuts being simply about a bit of rough sex, light bondage and foul language, and one coconut being for very daring people. Aside from mutilation and serious injury everything was permitted. Two coconuts was somewhat in the middle, mean treatments allowed, but with no permanent marks.

The palm trees were about the authority that the worker had over the coconuts, where three trees meant that they we're allowed to apply the harsher treatments but also had the most responsibility, including enforcing obedience. That proved how Priya had indeed protected her, because of Azumi's lack of experience. For all she knew, Azumi was there willingly, so she had no reason to protect her even more. She owed her a lot.

Tropical birds, that Azumi hadn't seen, were for clients. One bird was about relaxation and comfort, while two or three birds gave permission to make use of the coconuts, under the trees guidance and watch. According to the documents that Azumi had read, her employees had done their jobs well enough, and didn't deserve to be fired. If only Hans, who happened to be a two trees disguised as a three birds for the periods in which there were no real birds, had been very close to breaking the limits, with all his violence, but not quite. Priya hadn't done anything strictly against the rules, but surely had gotten in trouble with her friends. In all Azumi could be sure that the resort was working as intended, a realization that was both cathartic and disturbing.