Warning: This story contains a section with simulated lesbian bullying and rape. If that’s not why you’re here I suggest you skip this one.
All around the massive mansion, conversations about haircuts were going on. In the sitting room, the girls still awaiting theirs had split up into their respective groups to discuss the scenes they were going to take part in. Sasha and Anna; Colette and Susie; Nicole, Annabelle, Dee and Penelope; Donna, Fiona and Vanessa; Claire and Hazel and Heather and Francessca. Francine, Alicia and Leonie had split off into their own group because their shearing partners had already left to be prepared. They were all talking in hushed tones and the outside observer would have noticed that a lot of them were absent-mindedly caressing their hair, either to enjoy the silky feeling of it one last time or to reassure themselves it was still there. The general buzz in the room however did seem to be excitement and anticipation rather than fear and trepidation. They had all volunteered for this and nobody was forcing them to do anything against their will. Certainly some of the roles were quite extreme; particularly Colette as the prisoner and Donna, Fiona and Vanessa as the submissives and they all knew that Monique was going to have quite an ordeal. But they had all been given a chance to back out and none of them had taken it.
Elsewhere in the house, five of the girls who had taken part in the army scene were relaxing, knowing that their work for the day was done. As Naomi had requested, none of them had got dressed again so the shorn beauties were just lounging around, drinking and chatting in what they had been wearing at the end of the scene. Charlotte in her black silk lingerie and black leather ankle boots, Gail in her skimpy little white lace thong, Aimee just wearing her bright red stiletto platform shoes, Danielle in her red lace bra and panties and Jessica in just her black hold-up stockings and high heeled ankle boots. The room they were in was huge, masses of comfortable sofas and chairs, a bar running along one side and a massive viewing screen where they could watch their scene from every camera angle.
“I can’t believe how convincing Tanya was." Jessica was saying as she sipped at a Martini, sitting demurely with her legs crossed.
“I can’t believe how slutty you were." Charlotte replied but with a smile on her gorgeous face.
“You work with what you’re given," came the cryptic response also accompanied by a smile.
They all loved the feeling of their newly shorn heads and, as the drinks flowed there was a lot of stroking and caressing, both of their own and each others. As well as her head, Jessica was finding it hard to keep her fingers away from her freshly shaved pussy, which the other girls had noticed but were too polite to mention.
Upstairs in the massive room next to Naomi’s bedroom, the conversation was much more about anticipation than reflection. The girls had changed into the outfits they had been given and Aisha, Natasha and Zoe were all sitting, sipping at their drinks. Tanya and Nadia however had chosen to stand because their figure-hugging outfits were so tight it was actually uncomfortable to sit. They all knew who’s hair they would be shearing and there was a distinct air of playful jealousy directed at Aisha because not only did she get to chop the hair off three girls, one of them was Suki whose gorgeously thick, dead straight curtain of black silk fell all the way to the floor.
“I think that’s a little unfair," the gorgeous Indian girl was saying while rubbing a hand across her shaved nape and smiling. She turned to Tanya and continued, “I only get to use the shears… you get let loose on Donna, Fiona and Vanessa and you can do what you like to them."
“I think you’ll find I can’t do whatever I want," countered the bald beauty, also smiling, “I’m not allowed to do anything nice."
The conversation continued in a similar vein, each of the girls talking about who and how they would be shearing their victims.
Meanwhile, Naomi was leading Emma, Rebecca, Suki and Monique to a different part of the house. Even though she wouldn’t be making a personal appearance in any more of the film, she had kept her short white barberette’s dress on, even though they had stopped by her room to pick up the schoolgirl costumes. They had all put their outfits on there and then, leaving their normal clothes neatly folded in Naomi’s bedroom. As well as donning their uniforms, their hair had been done. The four girls stunning manes were now in bunches secured high above their ears and tied with thick silk ribbons.
The shorn blonde led them through to a room that had been outfitted to look like a classroom but like the military barbershop, one with cameras all around it. She picked up a small, hand-held camcorder that she was going to use to zoom in on her favourite parts as she moved around the room and then turned to the four girls.
“Well ladies, I trust you’ve all memorised your scripts. The girls who did the army scene were all outstanding so the bar has already been set very high. Before we begin, does anyone have any questions?"
When they all stayed silent, Naomi smiled.
“Excellent. Now if Emma, Suki and Rebecca would all leave the room, we’ll get started."
After the three girls had filed out she turned to Monique who just nodded to show that she was ready. Everything was set and Naomi flipped the switches that started all the cameras recording.
“And… Action!"
The girl stood cowering in the corner of the classroom, as far away from the door as she could. She was wearing a white cotton blouse, opened quite low so that her generous pale cleavage was displayed as her breasts heaved with panic. Her long shapely legs were clad in black, woollen thigh-length socks and she had flat black shoes on her feet. The black silk pleated skirt around her slender waist was so short you could catch tantalising glimpses of her pale thighs above the tops of her socks. Her most stunning feature however was the thick mane of deep red ringlets, secured in bunches high on her head with black silk ribbon. The flaming cascade of curls tumbled around her, the tips brushing her knees. Her full, pouting lips were slightly parted as she tried to stay quiet but the occasional whimper escaped them as she kept her large, liquid green eyes fixed on the door. Nothing happened for a little while but then she yelped in panic as the wooden door crashed open.
“Well what do we have here?" said the first of the three girls who strutted into the room. She was wearing the same uniform as the cowering redhead; the only difference was that her thigh-length socks were white, as were the ribbons that secured her calf-length mass of golden blonde waves. The second girl had a thick cascade of chestnut ringlets that poured to her knees and she was dressed identically to the blonde, although if anything her skirt seemed even shorter and her blouse was open lower. That left the stunning Oriental girl who followed them. Her impossible waterfall of straight, raven tresses fell either side of her like she was walking through a curtain of hair that spilled all the way to the floor. Her uniform was the same but instead of woollen socks around her long legs, she was wearing black seamed stockings and her black shoes had a five-inch stiletto heel.
“It looks to me like we’ve found a black ribbon wearer and we don’t like that do we girls?" she said as she walked between the blonde and the brown-haired girl.
“Please," begged the redhead, her eyes brimming with tears, “I didn’t know. I’m new here and I was told you could wear black or white. Nobody told me that…"
Her next words were cut short as the Oriental beauty stepped forward, her skirt swishing as her shapely hips swung from side to side and slapped her hard across the cheek.
“Nobody told you?" she said, “if nobody told you then that means they must have wanted this to happen. They probably saw you walking through the gates on your first day and thought “ Look at that ginger slut, let’s keep quiet and hope she chooses the black". I bet that’s what happened slut."
The now sobbing redhead’s hand was held up to her stinging cheek as the chestnut maned girl stepped forward and gripped the collar of her blouse, either side of her massive pale breasts. She then yanked her hands apart, popping all the buttons off and allowing the white cotton to fall open to reveal that the crying girl wasn’t wearing a bra.
“She’s a slut alright," she said angrily, “what’s the matter girl? Can’t you find a bra to fit those huge melons?" She then reached out and gripped the large pink nipples in front of her, squeezed and then twisted. The redhead cried out in pain, her knees buckling and, as she fell to the floor, the blonde stepped forward.
“That’s it slut… on the floor where you belong. We’re going to teach you a lesson, we’re going to teach you what happens to sluts who wear black ribbons." As the blonde was speaking, the Oriental girl had moved over to the desk at the other end of the classroom and was now walking back holding a wickedly sharp pair of shears. Meanwhile, the other two had torn the prone girls blouse off and dragged her back to her feet.
“Please!" screamed the fiery haired beauty, “Not that! Oh God No! I didn’t know!"
“Quiet slut!" shouted the Oriental girl, delivering another stinging slap. She then yanked the girl’s skirt down around her ankles and with two deft ships of the shears, stripped her of her white cotton panties. Once her neatly trimmed bush was exposed, the blonde reached down and ran her fingers up the girl’s pussy before holding them up for all of them to see.
“Look how wet she is," she said, “she might be saying no but this slut is begging for it. Aren’t you slut? Just begging for a haircut!"
“Please…" the redhead mumbled as they bent her over one of the desks so that her huge, soft breasts were pressed into the hard wood and her naked ass was sticking out, exposed and vulnerable, “… please don’t, I’ll do anything."
“You’ll do as you’re told slut!" shouted the chestnut-haired girl as the shears snipped another couple of times, this time severing the two black silk ribbons that held the girl’s massive flaming mane in check. As it spilled free all over the top of the desk, tumbling down each side to brush against the floor she then reached into the bag over her shoulder and withdrew a thick, long dildo.
The blonde had also reached into her bag and pulled out a length of cord, which she used to tie the weeping girl’s wrists together under the desk. She was now completely helpless and as the Oriental girl stood at the front of the desk brandishing the shears, the blonde and the brunette moved behind her, kicking her ankles so that her legs were spread as wide as they could go.
“Let’s teach this slut what happens to girl’s who wear the black ribbon," they said in unison and the bound redhead screamed as a huge chunk of her curls was pulled tightly and the dildo was slowly, surely pushed up her ass. As the first snip was made, as the first fifty-inch tresses fell to the polished wood floor, the brunette began to pump the dildo in and out of the girl’s stretched sphincter. There was no sound coming from the bound girl now, her mouth was still open wide and tears streamed down her beautiful face but her screams were silent. The only sounds were the relentless snipping of the shears and the noise of the dildo slipping in and out. Mass upon mass of soft, beautiful red curls began to pile up on either side of the desk as the shears tore through the girl’s thick mane, leaving just ragged uneven tufts that stuck out at all angles in their wake. This wasn’t precision haircutting, it was just yank and chop, yank and chop, the remaining hair ranging from a couple of inches long to sheared to the scalp. All the while the dildo pumped in and out relentlessly as more curls fell to the sounds of the girl’s choked sobs. After a few minutes it was over and the dildo was withdrawn as the girl’s legs buckled. Her once beautiful cascade of curls formed two soft, flaming piles on either side of the desk and what remained on her head was now an unsightly mess, looking like it had been chewed off rather than cut. As the three girls looked down at the weeping girl they smirked maliciously before leaving her bound to the desk and exiting the classroom.
“And cut!" shouted Naomi, rushing forwards to release Monique. As it turned out, she didn’t have to. Rebecca hadn’t tied her up at all, she had just been holding on to the underside of the desk and, as the other three girls re-entered the room, the shorn redhead looked round and smiled.
“Was that ok?" she asked happily, a satisfied smile dancing around her lips.
“That was incredible," Naomi responded before turning to Emma, “but I’m sure in the script the dildo was never pushed there."
“Don’t blame me," replied Emma holding her hands up, “it was Monique’s idea. She said it would give a better appearance of violation… and she kind of prefers it up there."
Monique just grinned and shrugged at this as Naomi turned back to her with a look of disbelief on her face. With the first part of the school scene out of the way it was time to move to a different location so after Monique had put her skirt back on and tied her torn blouse in a knot over her huge breasts, they all moved through to the Headmistress’s office. Leaving the four girls in there, Naomi went upstairs to fetch Aisha.
As she entered the room upstairs, the five girls were talking quietly but they all looked up expectantly, all obviously hoping it was their turn. Naomi just grinned at this before saying,
“Aisha… it’s showtime."
The clock on the wall of the large, wood-panelled study ticked away the seconds as the Headmistress looked at the three girls standing, eyes downcast in front of her desk. The other girl in the room was standing in the corner; her beautiful face still streaked with tears as she hugged her tattered uniform to her curvy body. The traumatised girl’s red hair was just a ragged mess of short, mismatched clumps that stuck out from her head at random angles. What wasn’t a mess was the thick, five-foot long rope of luxurious, curling red locks that had obviously been painstakingly gathered from the floor and tied together with a black ribbon. After the silence had gone on for a minute or so, the stunning Indian woman sitting behind the desk spoke, her voice harsh with disgust.
“So not only did you cut all this poor girl’s hair off… you raped her. Three bullies picking on one defenceless girl. In all my years of teaching I have never heard of such a despicable, cruel act."
As she spoke, the three girls she was addressing shifted nervously. It was obvious they had not expected to be caught and now the implications of what they had done were sinking in. The Headmistress’s next statement had them all looking up in shock and alarm.
“I’ve spoken to your parents and informed them of what you have done. Not only are they as appalled as me about your actions, they have given me total free rein on your punishments. So… because this is such an extreme case, you will be given punishments that fit the crime. Obviously I am an educator and, I like to think a decent human being so I could not possibly put you through what you put this poor girl through. But believe me; by the time I'm finished you will all find it very difficult to sit down… and you won’t have to worry about looking after your hair for the rest of your time at this school."
At this declaration, three pairs of big eyes widened in horror and all three girls started to protest at once.
“SILENCE!" bellowed the Headmistress, “If you do not comply with the punishment I deem fit, you will be turned over to the authorities. What I am proposing is a much softer punishment than going to prison on a rape charge."
This quietened them all down and, as the reality of what was about to happen sank in, two pairs of brown eyes and one pair of blue filled with tears. The Headmistress watched them for a few more seconds before standing up and walking to the corner of the room. As she walked, the slit in the side of her short black skirt displayed her black stocking-tops and after bending down to retrieve something, she turned once more, this time holding a large, wide wooden paddle in her hands.
“You," she said, pointing at the Oriental girl, “bend over the desk."
With tears in her eyes, the girl did as she was told and once she was in position her short, pleated skirt was lifted and flung over her back to expose her black seamed stocking tops, black lace suspender belt and black lace panties. The panties were quickly yanked down to her knees and as the Headmistress rolled the sleeves of her cream Angora sweater up, the bending girl closed her eyes, already wincing at what was about to happen.
THWACKK… THWACKK… THWACKK…
The girl cried in pain as the paddle smacked across her pert, rounded cheeks over and over again. Once her ass was practically glowing red and the Headmistress could actually feel the heat coming from it, she threw the paddle on the desk and grabbed a low wooden stool, forcing the crying girl to sit on her tender, bare ass, her panties still around her knees. She then moved back to the desk, opened a draw and pulled out the longest shears the girls had ever seen before approaching the seated girl, who’s hair was so long it trailed like two thick, shining ebony ropes on the floor. Grabbing one of the bunches, the Headmistress inserted the blades between the girl’s scalp and the white silk ribbon that secured it and began to crunch through the thick, black locks. The other two girls looked on in horror as, after what seemed like an eternity, the shears made it through and the entire six-feet of hair came away in one go. The Headmistress laid the massive tress across her desk like a trophy before returning to the seated girl and repeating the process on the other side.
SCHNICKK… SCHNICKK… SCHNICKK…
The second bunch was laid next to the first and once she had finished she looked down at the sobbing girl while rubbing her own shaved nape. What was left of the girl’s once spectacular head of hair was now an uneven, ragged mess. Not as short as the girl she had sheared, but just as messy as bits hung down in her face. She was told to go and stand in the corner of the room facing the wall, still with her panties round her knees and her skirt tucked round the front so that her red, glowing ass was on display. The Headmistress then pointed at the blonde.
“Bend over!" she commanded and, as the tearful girl complied, it sank in that she would have to lie on top of her friend’s severed hair while she was spanked. The punishments were identical, the skirt flipped up, the panties pulled down, the Headmistress’s bobbed black hair flying as she smacked the paddle down over and over. Then the stool, then the shears… and then the chopped bunches laid out on the desk. The blonde and the brunette suffered the same as the Oriental girl had, the shears not discriminating between soft, golden waves or thick, chestnut curls. Once all three girls were standing in the corner, their bare asses showing, their once stunning manes piled up on the desk; the Headmistress put one final twist of the knife in. She picked up the six huge bunches, barely able to hold them all as they were so soft and thick and walked over to the shorn redhead in the opposite corner.
“Here you go my dear," she said as she dumped the entire mass in the girl’s arms, “I know nothing we can do can make up for what happened to you. But perhaps with all your own mane that was collected and all of this, you can have a few wigs made to tide you over until your own hair grows back."
The redhead looked up gratefully as she cradled the mountain of shorn tresses to her breasts and then the Headmistress told the three girls to pull up their panties and turn around.
“You will now all report to the school barber. She has been instructed to shave you as smooth as billiard balls now, and every week from now until you leave the school. You are not allowed head covering of any kind, regardless of the weather. Any deviation from these rules and you will be reported to the authorities for what you have done and have to serve prison time on top of your other punishments. Now get out of my office."
The three girls hobbled out, still clutching their sore asses and the door closed behind them.
“And cut!" shouted Naomi, again grinning from ear to ear. The door re-opened and Rebecca, Suki and Emma walked back in, all of them treading quite gingerly.
“Damn Aisha, that really hurt!" exclaimed Emma, but with a smile to take the sting out of it.
“Sorry," replied the Indian girl, “I think I kind of got carried away. It was the sight of your beautiful asses, all round and vulnerable."
“And to be fair Emma," piped up Rebecca, “you can’t really say anything after what you did to Monique’s ass."
They all laughed at this and then Naomi said,
“It’s up to you what you do now girls. We can either head to the barbershop and tidy your hair up for you or you can go and join the girls upstairs for a drink and sort it out later."
The girls all agreed that they’d rather have their hair taken care of straight away, although none of them were keen on sitting down to have it done. So in the end they all went to the barbershop and stood with their heads bowed while Naomi expertly clipped them down to even stubble. After she had finished, Aisha surprised them all by leaping into the barber’s chair.
“But… you’ve already had your haircut." Naomi said sounding puzzled.
“All for one girls," Aisha replied, fluffing out her bob and pouting in the mirror, “it only seems fair that we all leave here looking the same. Now who wants to get revenge for their spanking by shaving little old me?"
“I think I’d like to take you up on that," smiled Suki as she took the clippers from Naomi’s unresisting hand and strutted over to the chair. With a big grin, the Indian girl bowed her head as the Oriental fired up the clippers and placed them at her already sheared nape. Tiny little hairs flew everywhere as the blades moved up the back of Aisha’s head, suddenly becoming longer tufts as they moved past the shaved part and ploughed through her thick bob. Soft chunks of curling ebony waves, ranging between one and eight inches rained down onto her stocking clad thighs as Suki dragged the roaring clippers all over her scalp. It was obvious Aisha was really enjoying it from the small, excited gasps that were escaping from her lips and once it was done; she rubbed her head ecstatically, dislodging the last few stray hairs. She brushed the pile of soft black waves off her lap to join the incredible amount of hair on the floor before standing and rejoining the others.
“As soon as you shaved my nape this morning," she began breathlessly, turning to Naomi, “I knew I wanted the rest done. It feels so, so good." She literally couldn’t keep her hands off her own scalp and as the cropped blonde smiled back at her, the other girls all nodded in agreement. They all loved their new cuts after being trapped by long hair for so many years.
Naomi then led them all upstairs to the room where five girls already waited. They entered to cheers, squeals and wolf whistles and they could see why. Their performance was being played on the big screen in the room and the girls had been avidly watching the action. The five newcomers grabbed drinks and settled down with their practically naked friends to watch not only their own performances but also what had happened in the army scene. Naomi left them to it, smiling to herself as she headed back the room where Tanya, Zoe, Nadia and Natasha all waited for their turn with the shears and clippers. As she walked in they all looked up and she smiled her big, perfect smile once again.
“Hello ladies," she began, “I have to say it’s going very well. There has been a new ruling made however, made by Aisha actually. You see, Aisha’s hair was in a nice bob that framed her face beautifully but after her section of filming was done, she had Suki shave it all off. The girls are in agreement that you all leave looking the same so once you’ve fulfilled your scripted roles, it’ll be this style for everyone." As she was speaking, she was rubbing a hand across her own shorn head.
“All looking the same?" questioned Tanya, her own hand reaching up to stroke her smooth, bald head, “in that case I’d say they all need a little bit more taking off."
“That’s true actually," Naomi laughed, “I hadn’t thought of that. I guess once we’re done we can all see what it feels like to be shaved nice and smooth. Anyway, the reason I’m here is to take… Natasha to set. Let’s go and get you set up?"
The sheared blonde stood and strutted over to Naomi, her fishnet clad ass swishing from side to side as the heels of her thigh boots dug in to the thick carpet. She adjusted her cap and simply said,
“Lead on Princess."
(to be continued)
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