Payback Time

Payback Time

John slumped down on his bed as Christie walked out the door and out of his life. The last sight he saw was her long, blond braid swinging past her waist. He lay in silence for several minutes, maybe an hour, before Tom came into his room.

“Your mom let me in,” his friend said. “You look bummed. What’s the matter?”

“Christie broke it off,” John mumbled.

“No way,” Tom gasped,” You guys been goin’ out for like, years, man.”

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“I know. I made that bitch what she is in that school and this is how she repays me.”

“Are you gonna do anything about it?” Tom asked.

“I don’t know. Man, what are people gonna say? That’s what bothers me. I haven’t been seen without her on my arm for two years. People are going to talk. She like, took away my identity when she left.”

“Well then, why don’t you take away hers?” Tom asked as he leaned back on John’s desk.

“What do you mean?” John asked.

“Do you still cut your own hair?” Tom asked.

“Yeah, what does that have to do with anything?” John asked, not having a clue to what Tom was thinking.

Tom opened the drawer of the desk and pulled out John’s clippers. “The best thing about Christie is her hair, man. Let’s just take it away from her.”

Christie stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around herself. As she walked to her bedroom, she ran a brush through her long, blonde hair. Cascading past her waist in soft waves, it was easily the one feature she was most proud of. There were times when she had thought about cutting it shorter, but just couldn’t bear the thought of parting with her locks. She decided that she would put off cutting it until college, at least. By that time, it would probably be a few inches past her butt.

Stepping in front of the full-length mirror in her room, she separated her short, wispy bangs from the rest of her hair with her fingers. They made a sharp contrast with her longer tresses, but she loved how they gracefully curled to just below her eyebrows. Again, she brushed out her hair, flipping it over her shoulder and feeling its soft silkiness against her bare arm.

Her concentration was interrupted by the ringing of the doorbell. She placed the brush down on her dresser, pulled the belt of her robe tighter, and went to answer it.

Christie pulled the door open and sighed when she saw John standing there. “What do you want?’ she asked as she ran her hand through her still damp hair.

“Can we talk?” John asked in a sorrowful voice.

Christie wanted to let him in, but knew that if she did, she’d just wind up waking up next to him again in the morning. She had to put her foot down. “No, it’s over,” she said as she pushed the door shut.

But she didn’t expect the forceful blow that pushed the door open and threw her backwards. She hit the wall and had the wind knocked out of her. John stepped into the house, and for the first time, Christie saw Tom standing behind his friend. “What’s going on?” she mumbled as she tried to move away from them. Her instincts told her to run, and she made it as far as the living room before Tom tackled her from behind. His hand clamped itself across the young girl’s mouth, so no matter how hard she tried to scream she couldn’t.

Tom’s breath landed heavily on her neck, and she could feel him staring down under her robe. Already the tears welled up in her eyes as ideas of what might happen formed in her mind. John took his time closing the front door, and then making his way into the living room. He looked at Christie, pinned by Tom, and smiled. “This oughta be fun,” he smirked as he bent over.

Christie let out a squeal as the robe was pulled away from her breast and John ran his cold hands over them. “Don’t worry, that’s not why we’re here,” he assured her. “I’ve had plenty of that.” He reached into his back pocket, and pulled out his pair of clippers. Christie had often seen them in his room after he cut his hair, he had even tried to shave her pussy with them before, but she wouldn’t let him. “I think you’re due for a trim,” he laughed as he ran his fingers through her long mane.

The clippers turned on with a loud pop, and Christie tensed at first, and tried to resist as John held her head, but it was all for naught. The clippers hummed quietly as John pressed them to her temple and began to push them back against her head. Their pitch changed drastically once they hit her thick mane, and Christie let out a muffled cry as her golden tresses fell away. John finished the first pass, and gazed at the clean, white strip that had been left behind. He picked up a long strand of Christie’s hair and held it in front of her for a moment. “Won’t be seeing anything like this for a long time, will ya?” Again, he pressed the clippers to her head and made another pass, revealing more of her scalp. The pile of hair that formed was unbelievable, it was already huge and he had only shaved one side clean.

He looked into her deep, brown eyes, filled with tears, as he ran his fingers up the side of her head. No longer covered by her thick mane, it was as smooth as a baby’s butt. “Gotta get back to work,” he taunted her as he moved the clippers to the other side of her head. The blue carpet was covered with waves of golden locks as Christie’s crowning glory was reduced to nothing but a memory.

John looked down at his former girlfriend when he finished having the side of her head. Now all she had was a long mohawk down the middle of her head, and her short bangs fell to her forehead. With a grin he set the clippers against the middle of Christie’s forehead and let them sit there. He waited a moment as he watched the tears roll down the young woman’s cheeks. “Baldy,” he whispered with glee, and then he pushed the clippers back. Tom was nearly covered with the long locks that fell from Christie’s head as the clippers pushed towards her crown.

Fifteen minutes later Tom was holding Christie still as John ran the clippers over her bald head a few more times, just for good measure. “Quite a change, huh?” he asked her.

“Now how do we make sure she don’t call the police before we get away? Or run over to her neighbors?” Tom asked.

“Easy,” John answered. He grabbed Christie’s robe by the neck and tore it off her in two pieces, leaving her before the boys completely naked. “That’ll keep her in the house. And now all we have to do is tie her up.” He grabbed a pile of Christie’s shorn hair and wrapped it around her legs and wrists, tying it into strong knots. He used another clump as a gag.

Tom released the girl from is grip, stood up, and then looked down at her. “Nice boobs,” he commented.

Christie looked up at them with her big eyes, knowing that she could expect no mercy from them. The boys turned to leave, but then John snapped his fingers.

“Almost forgot something,” he said as he walked back to Christie. He plugged his clippers back in and knelt next to her. Using his strong arms, he forced her knees apart, completely revealing her to him. “I’ve always wanted to do this,” he said while running his fingers through her thick, blonde bush. Less than a minute later Christie’s bush had been reduced to nothing but another pile of hair on the floor, ad John and Tom left.

An hour later, Christie heard the front door open, and footsteps came towards her. Then Christie heard her mom scream.

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