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As reported by the victim, Nicole Moretti ...

Since background seems to be important, I'm in myearly forties, tall (5'9"), pretty (I'm told), andmaybe ten pounds over my ideal weight but I do workout daily. Yes, I do have fairly big breasts (natural)and no, I am not a blonde (proud brunette with longfull hair).

My worst personal experience was less than a year ago.I'd been dating a Puerto Rican guy I met through work.His name was Rodrigo. He was about ten years youngerthan me but that wasn't an issue. All of our dates hadbeen classy up until the day when he convinced me toaccompany him to a "house party" in his oldneighborhood. I was told it was casual, so I wore aredtube top (showing some cleavage but nothingexcessive), jeans and red high heeled mules.

I am not prejudiced but this particular apartment wasa pig sty, the music was way too loud and the peoplewere disgusting. I felt very out of place. It seemedas if all of the men were leering. From the women,nothing but icy stares. I heard more than one mumble"white bitch" under their breath.

Rodrigo wouldn't leave and I suppose I should havejust left by myself. Instead, I did something veryfoolish - I drank. Inhibitions down, when Isaw one particular Puerto Rican girl glaring at me, Iasked her, "What's the matter, honey? You like whatyou see? You a dyke or something?".

In a flash, the girl, named Sonia, was in my face. Iwas a little shocked by her reaction but honestly wasnot afraid. After all, I work out regularly and was agood four inches taller than her. We exchanged insultsand then, with her friends urging her on, shesurprised me with a punch to the midriff that bent meover. In a flash, she pulled my tube top up over myhead. This not only blinded me but my breasts wereexposed. Sonia started working my poor breasts like apair of speed bags (the next morning they were mottledblack and blue!). In desperation, I pulled my top offover my head. I wasn't ready for the reaction. Anentire roomful of people laughing and pointing!

Suddenly, I was painfully aware that I was naked fromthe waist up. Stunned, I tried to cover my breastswith my hands. Sonia took the opportunity to hitme with a picture perfect right hand to the chin. Iwas knocked backward, clean out of my shoes. Halfconscious, I vaguely heard one of the bitchessay, "Get her on the couch!".

When I came around fully, I was stunned to find mywrists duct taped behind my back, sitting on a filthycouch, with Sonia and some other little bitchfeeling up my bare breasts. "Your titties are saggy,you old white cow!" taunted Sonia, "You need to wear abra!". Directly in front of me was a fat littlebrunette, fiming me with a camcorder! I looked in vainfor Rodrigo; all I saw was a crowd of leering men andlaughing women. Then, to my horror, one of the bitcheshanded Sonia a pair of scissors and she startedcuttinghuge hanks of my hair off!

It was then that I started crying. "Oh, don't cry,honey!" taunted one girl, "We gonna make you look sospecial! Come on, let's see you smile for thecamera!". Then she took my foot in her lap and begandragging her index finger up and down my bare sole.Her fingernail was sharp and my feet are highlyticklish, so, in spite of myself, I started giggling,then laughing out loud. Imagine, I'd just had my asskicked, now these bitches are molesting my breasts andcutting my hair and it looks like I think it'sfunny! Another Latin girl took up my other foot andbegan tormenting my bare sole and toes with a featherduster. "Mira, Celia ..." she called to the girlcheerfully working my other foot, "I'll be yourassistant foot tickler!"

"Look, she likes it!" squealed a buck toothed Latinawith hideous bleached blonde hair,pointing at myhelpless laughing face, "Oye, Sonia ... keep cutting... this skanky old white bitch thinks it's funny!!!".

The vindictive little bitch Sonia kept chopping away;the scissors chewing up my gorgeous hair and spittingit onto the dirty carpet. The little bitch tickling myfoot stopped for the moment and began pointing at meand laughing. Slowly, my giggles transformed intosobs as I cried freely about the ravaging of mybeautiful hair. Big mascara tears streaked my cheeksas wisps and hanks of lush black hair fell before myeyes.

"Yo, bitch, you need to check out your new look!"taunted the buck toothed bitch, holding up a mirrorfor me to look at I was so stunned I stopped cryingfor the moment; I gaped at the unfamiliar image whichgaped back at me from the mirror. The face I knewwell enough; it was me ... but the hair wasn't mine! My hair was sleek, lush and black; the image in themirror's hair was a choppy mess, varying lengths fromone to two inches, some spots completely bare. But... m-my hair was beautiful, wasn't it?!! Then thefull horror of it dawned on me ...

"Oh ... oh dear heaven ... l-look what you've done tome, you bitches! I'm (sob) ... I'm BALD! I'm FUCKINGBALD! You fucking bitches ... look what you've doneto my hair! My beautiful hair is (sob) ruined ...RUINED! How could you do this to me! I'm BALD!".

"Bald?" chuckled a bemused Sonia, "Honey' you ain'tbald. Your hair is kinda fucked up but you ain't bald... not yet! Yo, Margarita, get me Manuel's shavingshit. I'm gonna shave this puta bald as an egg!".

The next thing I knew, a shaving kit was dumped on thecoffee table in front of me and a beard trimmer waspoised at the edge of my ravaged scalp. "Please ..."I begged through my tears, "I-I've had enough. I'vehad enough. Please let me go ... y-you'll never seeme again, I swear!".

"Too late for that crying shit, you flabby white 'ho!"sneered Sonia, as she mercilessly plowed the clippersback through my scalp, "You needs to learn a lessonabout coming to the hood and stealin' our mens! Ain'tno man gonna look twice at you now, bitch!" In shortorder, my once lush mane of hair had been clippered toa bristly stubble by that vicious little bitch!

And they still weren't through with me! Shaving creamwas massaged into my stubbly scalp until a thicklather was formed, then Sonia very delicately took astraight razor to my foamy scalp! Painstakingly, shescraped away the lather ... and the last vestiges ofmy hair. I didn't dare flinch for fear of being cut!Soon, my head was just shiny bald like an egg!

The party goers shrieked with laughter, especially thejealous Latin women ... and Sonia was in my faceagain. This time, my prior confidence was utterlyshattered and she held my chin up to force me to lookher in the face as she lectured me like a child,wagging a finger in my face!

"Okay, beeeeeytch, it's like this! You come in here, showing yourself to our men and thinkin' you're allthat? Well, you ain't even all that, skank, you anold ugly BALD white 'ho! And now you gonna get thefuck out of here and never come back cuz if you do,I'll be cutting a lot more than your hair,understand?" I said, you understand? You speakEnglish, bitch?"

I nodded meekly.

"Then lissen up! First, you got all these men excitedby flashing them saggy ol titties when you came inhere, well, now you can take care of them all cuz Iknow I don't feel like doin my man tonight and youain't no threat at all. So unless you want to see meREALLY go off, you shut up and open up!".

Bald, beaten and without any options, over the nexthour I sucked about a dozen Latin cocks right there inthe living room in front of all those people. thelittle bitch with the camcorder gleefully recorded my cock-sucking marathon. About half of the bastards shot their seed down my throat; the other half, encouraged by their vindictive women, dumped their load atop my gleaming bald head as it became slick with cum.

When I was finally told I could leave, I meekly askedfor my shoes and top. That's when Sonia chirped,"What shoes? What top? You high or something, bitch? You came in here like you are now and you leavin thatway!" Sonia was wearing my expensive shoes and top... they didn't even fit her.

Out into the night I was dragged by a mob of gigglingLatinas. The people hangin on the stoop howled withlaughter and a crowd was gathering quickly. Desperately, I flailed my arm for a taxi. When onefinally stopped, I realized I didn't have my purse. As a final indignity, I had to agree to blow thedriver before he took me home and then pay fiftydollars for a ten dollar fare.

When I finally got back to my apartment, I sobbed uncontrollably for an hour. Why did those bitches do this to me just because I was so much better looking than them. I picked up the phone and considered calling the cops but remembered Sonia's icy threats. The cut hair would grow back, I tried to consolemyself, a cut throat wouldn't.

Well, I got out with my skin more or less intact,which is more than I can say for my dignity or myhair.

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