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Greg sat and watched helplessly as his wife and daughter were tied to chairs in the middle of the room. The two intruders had subdued him first, stripping him, and tying him to the stair railing. He did not know why they were there. He was unconscious when he was tied to the stair. He could do nothing but watch as his family was roughly immobilized before him. He had an idea why they were there, but what they were about to do was beyond his wildest dreams.

He had taken a small oil business and built it into a billion-dollar company with hundreds of employees. These employees had trusted his management as the company grew and they became rich with stock options. They were all going to retire early with very comfortable lifestyles. That was all before the scandal. Greg had hired a new accounting firm with very questionable practices. He had ignored the warning signs as they reported earnings that he had never imagined. Everyone was getting rich. That was until the government ordered an audit of the books. The result sent the walls of his kingdom tumbling down around him and all of his employees. Overnight, everything was gone. Retirements were lost, lives were ruined, and some of his staff, unable to face financial ruin, had committed suicide. Now, he and his family were going to pay for those losses.

Marci, his wife of twenty years had been a fixture at his side through his rise to power. She was a striking Nordic goddess with long blond hair that cascaded to the small of her back. It hung like spun silk on her six-foot frame and waved as she walked. All heads would turn as she entered or left a room. Their twelve-year-old daughter Tara was the image of her mother. Her hair, easily as long as her mother's, was the color of new pennies.

The women were stripped and bound at the ankles to the chairs. Their wrists were tied behind them, with their elbows bound together. They were totally at the mercy of their captors. Their frightened doe eyes followed every move of the two men as they made their preparations. Ball gags in their mouths muffled any sound of their struggles.

"Mr. Herrin," one of the men finally said, "we are here to inflict pain on you equal to that which you have inflicted on your trusting employees. You have taken everything from them, including in some cases, their very lives. For that, you must pay."

"Please," Greg pleads. "Take anything, just don't hurt my family."

"You should have thought about that when you were hurting hundreds of families for your own personal gain. You stole their security, and destroyed their spirit. We are here to do the same to you. You have nothing here of enough value to restore what you have stolen. The only thing you have is your family. We will ensure that each and every time you look at your wife and child, you will remember what you did to us."

Greg tried to plead for his family again, but a large ball gag was inserted in his mouth stifling any sound. He was resigned to watching whatever these two had in mind for his wife and daughter.

They circled the two women, and decided to start on his daughter. Tara's eyes opened wide in terror as the first man retrieved a large pair of scissors from the table, and approached her. She struggled against her restraints, but could not move her arms or legs. Tears started streaming from her eyes as he reached for her hair, and twisted it into a long ponytail. With a smile, he looked into Greg's eyes as he removed nearly three feet of hair from Tara. Marci was struggling in vain to protect her daughter. Her chair nearly tipped over from her thrashing against her restraints. A hard slap across the face brought her quickly back to reality. Tara sat in shocked silence as they turned back to her. The chopping of the scissors seemed to go on for an eternity. When it finally stopped, her auburn locks had been reduced to a chopped three-inch mess sticking out all over her head.

Tara was left silently sobbing as their attentions were turned on Marci. She stared at them defiantly as they approached with the scissors. She spat something unintelligible at them through her gag as her hair was twisted into a ponytail and unceremoniously cut with one smooth SNIP! What followed was the same rough cropping that her daughter had received. One of her captors looked at Greg as he ruffled what was left of her blond mane. "How does she look now Mr. Herrin? Not quite the trophy you used to parade around the office is she? Don't worry, we're not done with her yet."

Greg's eyes burned with anger. He was completely helpless. His wife was sobbing uncontrollably as the scissors dropped on the table.

The silence of the room was broken by a loud snap followed by a hungry hum from the pair of clippers that were now held in front of Marci's face. She shook her head from side to side as they tried to control her. She could clearly see that the guard had been removed. If the angry blades touched her scalp, she would be hairless. Finally, one of the men firmly held her head as the other poised the clippers at her forehead. One swipe mowed a path down the middle of her head. Her pink scalp was clearly visible, covered only by soft blond fuzz. Realizing that there was no turning back, her struggles stopped.

In a few moments, the top of her head had been rendered completely bald. Her head was pressed forward to her chest, and she felt the buzz on the nape of her neck as the hungry clippers chewed the hair from the back of her head. All that remained of her silken mane was the short hair over her ears. The clippers made short work of that as well, and she was turned to face her husband. The reality of her situation sunk in when she felt something warm being massaged into her scalp. They were going to shave her completely bald! She was left for several minutes, staring at her husband as the shaving cream softened what was left of her hair. He tried in vain to comfort her with his eyes. It had little effect. Hatred was all he saw in his wife's face as the men returned to her. A disposable razor made quick work of the short stubble and a towel cleaned off the remaining cream. For good measure, an extra swipe of the razor removed her eyebrows.

Greg's struggled against his restraints. He was furious at these men, but his body was beginning to betray him. His loins were beginning to react to the sight of his beautiful wife being shorn completely bald. She glared at him in disgust at the sight of his growing erection.

Their captors noticed his reaction as well. There was nothing he could do to hide his excitement. "Mr. Herrin, You should be ashamed of yourself. This has given you pleasure instead of pain. It's obvious that we have not gone far enough. We will have to take this further." Turning to the table, one of the men returned with a spray bottle. A smelly blue substance soon covered his wife's bare scalp. She knew instantly from the tingling sensation that a depilatory spray had been used to permanently kill her hair follicles. She sobbed as they wiped it off her head and dropped the towel with the roots of her hair at Greg's feet. Her head was then oiled, and buffed to a brilliant shine. She knew that she would never again have any hair on her head. Her legs were untied from the chair, and she was forced to her knees in front of her husband. The restraints on her wrists were tied to her ankles as she kneeled helplessly. "Your husband is enjoying this too much. You will take care of his little problem while we finish with your daughter. We'll see if her shaving is as exciting to him," one of the men said coldly.

The fear caused by that statement nearly felled his erection. He looked to his wife for comfort, and the sight of her shining dome pumped new life into him. She glared at him again, but he could do nothing to control his reaction. The men picked her up and placed her directly in front of him. "You will suck his cock until we are finished. If he is still hard when we are done, your daughter will suffer the same permanent fate as you. If one drop of his come is spilled, the same fate applies"

The two were discussing how to finish with Tara as Greg reached his first orgasm. Marci swallowed it all as he quickly became hard in her mouth again. She was tempted to bite him to return him to reality, but was afraid that would result in rougher treatment of her precious daughter.

Turning to Tara, one of them said softly, "Relax kid, we're not going to shave you completely bald." She relaxed a little until the conclusion of the statement came. "We think a nice thin Mohawk would be best for you." She struggled in vain against the clippers, but the strength of the two men quickly had her under control. A number 2 guard quickly mowed a path down the middle of her head and over the back leaving a perfect half-inch stripe on her head. The guard was removed and the sides were shaved clean, up to the mowed area. When they were done, a perfect stripe a half-inch long, and a half-inch wide ran from her forehead to the nape of her neck. Lather was massaged into both sides of her head as she too was turned to face her father. Seeing his daughter humiliated like this was enough to stem his excitement and he went limp in his wife's mouth. Tara was shaved clean just like Marci, and her eyebrows were removed as well.

When Marci was pulled free from her husband, a small drop of come dripped from the corner of her mouth. Hoping that they didn't see it, she tried to move her knee to cover the spot, but a small trail was left on her chin. She instantly heard, "Bad girl, Mom. We warned you that the same fate would fall on Tara if you spilled anything." They tied her to her chair again, and turned her to face her daughter for the first time. Her lovely child had been reduced to a bald girl with a red racing stripe the only hair left on her head. Her eyes were red with tears as she looked in terror at her bald mother. She knew the same fate was soon to be hers. The men carefully applied the depilatory solution to her entire head except for the strip of hair that remained. She would be rendered permanently bald except for this strip. It would be a constant reminder of what had happened this night. The solution was removed, and her head too was polished to a shine with oil. The two women sat staring at each other and silently sobbing.

Turning to Greg, they said, "We hope that you have learned a lesson from this. You have stolen from your employees, and now, we have given you a constant reminder of that pain. Never again misuse the trust that people put in you. It is your responsibility to protect them as well as yourself."

The men placed the two women back to back in their chairs, knowing that in time, they would be able to loosen their bonds. Without another word, they left the house leaving all the equipment they had used on the table.

Four hours later when the police arrived, they found the two bald women wrapped in each other's arms on the sofa. Greg was found unconscious tied to the stairs. His head had also been shaved clean, but the rest of his body was also completely hairless. His arms, legs, chest, and groin were completely bare. An empty bottle of depilatory solution was found at his feet. It had obviously been left on longer than recommended, as every inch of his skin was an angry red. He was unconscious from the pain of the beating that his cock had received. It hung limp and bruised on his naked leg. To the shock of the police, none of them cared to make a statement regarding what had gone on in their home that evening.

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