Reena had just turned 18. Her hourglass figure, 36C boobs and long black hair had begun to attract the attention of the local boys. Reena's mother would wash her hair every Sunday with a special imported shampoo and conditioner, and Reena would spend two hours in the morning brushing and drying it out under the natural sunlight on the roof of her house. Once the boys got to know about it, they took to hanging out at the tea stall across the road, every Sunday, to catch a glimpse of her. Her father worked at the bank, and used to spend his Sundays in front of the TV.
Reena used to enjoy the attention. She even began to wear revealing clothing in order to attract more boys. Their smiles, winks, and occasional whistles made her feel a hot sensation which she enjoyed very much. To her mother she gave the excuse that she didn't want to get her clothes wet from the water in her hair and so she wore such little clothes. Her mother was a simple woman and believed that.
One Sunday while she was drying her hair, a stone wrapped in paper fell on her roof. She looked down to see who had thrown it. It was Arun, her neighbor. He was 21, damn handsome, and the cricket captain at college. He was on his black Yamaha Avenger motorbike. He gestured at her to open the paper and read it.
She carefully unwrapped it. It was a letter from Arun inviting her to watch a movie in the evening with him in the local theater. She was thrilled. Arun was still waiting for her reply. Immediately she nodded her assent. Arun smiled and gestured for her to meet him near the college at 6. She nodded once more. Then he smiled and rode away. Reena felt the thrill of anticipation growing inside her. She was going to watch a movie with Arun and then ride back on his bike at night. She felt no less than a film heroine embarking upon an adventure. Happily she went downstairs.
In the evening she made up a lie to her parents that she was going to her friend's house for studies and would be back late. When she reached the end of her lane she quickly opened her purse, took out the lipstick she had hidden inside and put it on. With that bit of make-up on her she confidently felt much more mature than her 16 years and hailed a rickshaw to her college. Arun was waiting there as promised. She slipped onto the bike behind him without saying a word, and they rode away towards the theater at top speed. This was another first for Reena. Previously she had ridden pillion with her father but he rarely went above 40 Kmph. Riding behind Arun, clutching onto him tightly for the fear of falling, her young breasts being crushed against his rock solid back, the cool wind rushing past her face, these things evoked sensations she had never felt before. By the time they reached the theater, Reena only felt her anticipation growing, her mind reeling with the furiously pumping blood in her veins, while her body reacted as if in a daze, moving wherever it was pulled.
As they pulled into the parking lot, it was 10 minutes past the show time, so they had to rush inside. Arun had bought the tickets before-hand so all they had to do was find their seats in the dark. Reena was a bit taken aback to see that their seats were right in the last row corner. Moreover the hall was only partly filled as the current movie had been playing for the last 2 weeks and most people had already seen it. Only some die-hard Salman Khan fans were there and they were sitting in the middle. Nobody was sitting close to them. Luckily the theater had been playing ads till then.
The movie started as they sat down. Both of them remained focused on the movie for the next 5 minutes, not knowing what to say or do with each other. Then just before the situation could get too awkward, Arun took her hand in his and whispered in her ear, "Hi, I'm Arun. We are neighbors. I'm glad you accepted my invitation. I hope you find my company as enjoyable as I'm finding yours." Reena could only smile in return. Then just to show she was enjoying herself too she gently squeezed his hand. Arun brought her hand to his lips and kissed it. Reena blushed fiercely but liked it too. Both of them reverted to the movie but soon Arun whispered into Reena's ear "I have watched you drying your hair on the roof every Sunday. It’s fascinating, how long and shiny it is. May I touch it?" Reena nodded again. The next moment Arun's hands were around her bun, untying it and letting her hair fall free. Arun moved his hands through it, gently lapping it up, holding her tresses, caressing them and letting them fall back. Reena was in a daze by now. Her body had become limp and submissive, letting Arun do all the exploring he wanted. He stroked her nape, her ears, and her throat. He explored every part with the softest of touches, but his focus remained her lustrous mane. He would pull it with a tug this way and that. Her head would obediently follow. Once he brought his head in close to her neck and took a deep breath. "Your hair smells wonderful. I always wanted to smell it." Reena found this strangely erotic. As he began to nuzzle her neck she felt a strong urge from inside and opened herself for easier access. Soon he was kissing her neck and pulling on her hair simultaneously. In response she bent her head down and both of them began to kiss each other. At first lightly then with more and more passion, finally getting down to tongue wrestling and teeth grinding.
As Arun drove Reena to her house at top speed, she once again remained quiet, savoring the wind going though her now loose tresses at 70 Kmph. Arun dropped her at a little distance from her place so that they wouldn't be spotted together. Not knowing the right thing to say or do, Reena just smiled and turned to walk away, when she felt a pull on her hair. Arun had grabbed the end of it and was slowly rolling it up around his fist. As he kept rolling Reena was pulled along until she was standing in front of him, their noses touching each other. "It was a good movie wasn't it?" Arun asked. "I don't know. I didn't get to see most of it." she replied sticking out her tongue. "Hmm. That's true. So would you like to see it again sometime?" Reena blushed deep red. "I don't know. I don't really like Salman Khan." "Good. Neither do I." He gave her a wicked grin. “So would you like to see it again?" He tugged at the ball of hair around his hand again, hard. She was forced to look up at him. He could read the lust in her eyes. They kissed again, deep and long. It lasted for more than a minute, at the end of which both were left gasping for breath. "Good. I'll book tickets for next weekend's show." He informed her grinning. "I might not come." "Yes you will." He again tugged hard. "Ouch, it hurts!! Stop it. You'll pull out all my hair." she cried. "Say you'll come again." "Fuck off!!" He pulled her towards him and tried to kiss her again. This time she bit his lips. "Owww!!" he cried letting go of her hair. She quickly ran away. Fucking maniac she thought, rubbing her now painful scalp. That's when she remembered her open hair and quickly pulled it up into a bun once more. Then checking herself all over to make sure there were no lingering signs of her recent adventure, she went inside.
She quietly made her way to her room, praying that she would meet no one. Once inside she would just fall asleep and no one would be the wiser for today. But that was not to be. She found her father barring the way, her mother sobbing by his side. "Reena today I found this letter on the roof. How long has this been going on?" Shit, she had forgotten the letter on the roof. Now she was gonna really get it. "Oh Papa, actually I was just going to tell you about it. Its nothing just that stupid boy in the neighborhood. I think he saw me drying my hair and sent me that letter, it’s really nothing." Her father gazed at her sternly. "Drying your hair, ehh. Let it down. Let me see it." She let down her hair and it reached to almost her buttocks. Her father examined her from head to toe, going all around her. She just prayed that he couldn't guess what she had been doing with it less than an hour ago. When he was done with his examination he sternly ordered her "Go up to your room. And no more of this washing and drying your hair every Sunday nonsense. We end up spending a fortune on shampoos and conditioners anyway. I'll think of what is to be done about this letter." Saying this he walked away. Reena went up to her room crestfallen. What did he mean by no more of this washing and drying nonsense? Shit!! She hoped he wasn't thinking of cutting her hair. Damn fuck!! Why hadn't she destroyed that stupid letter? She should have thrown it at that maniac Arun right then and there. Now it was going to destroy her life and her beautifully long silky hair. She stood in front of her full length mirror and began to comb out her tresses, probably for the last time. Tears began to fall from her eyes.
The next day Reena woke up early, determined to change her father's mind, by hook or by crook. She put on her best clothes, put her hair in a neat bun, and went down to breakfast. She had planned her strategy carefully in her mind. She would start off with logic and then move into heavy emotions, finally relying upon her father's weakness for tears. She was determined not to let the blades of a barber within an inch of her precious hair.
She entered the dining hall with full confidence. But as soon as she saw the grim expression on her father's face, her confidence began to falter. "Papa, about what you said yesterday. What did you exactly mean?" she said in a trembling voice. Best to get a clear idea. Maybe her father had never meant a haircut, and she was feeling afraid for nothing.
"I meant that your long hair is a distraction for you, and a financial burden on us. Hence it must go. I have arranged for a barber to visit us in the afternoon. Make sure you are at home then. Otherwise I will make sure that I cut it personally." "But Papa, that's not fair at all. What's my fault? How can my hair be a distraction? I perform well at school. I am a good girl. I have done nothing to deserve this." She tried to argue with him. "Enough. I don't want to hear any of your arguments. When you are older you will realize the distraction it poses. Meanwhile I will ensure that it doesn't affect you." His tone would brook no argument. Reena moved into heavy emotions. "But papa, I would look terrible with short hair. Imagine, your lovely little girl with short hair. You loved my hair. When I was little, you used to praise how beautiful it looked and how healthy and shiny it was. Here feel it again for yourself. How can you bear the thought of all this loveliness being cut off?" But her entreaties fell on deaf ears. Her father made no move to feel sympathetic. He didn't even bring out his hands to touch it. Time for the final move. She sat down and began to howl loudly. By now her father would have usually been eating out of her hands. But somehow this time he remained unmoved. "Just be at home in the afternoon Reena. I don't want any tantrums." Saying this he walked away.
Afternoon came too fast for Reena's comfort. She spent the time in her room standing in front of the mirror, admiring and brushing her long hair for the last time. Each time she thought of it as the last time, tears would begin to form in her eyes. It just wasn't fair. She shouldn't have to pay such a heavy price for one silly mistake. Damn that Arun. Damn all stupid, fucking men!!
"Reena, come down. The barber is here." Her father called out to her. Reena's heart nearly skipped a beat. So soon. She wasn't ready to part with her hair yet. She hadn't said goodbye to it properly. "Reena come down this instant, or I will have to come up and drag you down." Her father shouted again. Reena reluctantly made her way down. Downstairs she saw that old newspapers had been spread out in the drawing room, and a stool had been laid on them. Next to the chair lay a small stool upon which lay the shearing instruments packed in a bag. There was also a bucket of water and a towel.
Next to her father stood a tall, lanky youth, who seemed to be no more than 25 years of age. Her father introduced him as Ravi, the barber who would cut her hair. Reena felt more and more distressed. Her hair would be sheared off by this...this boy...How dare her father subject her to this. How could he do this to his own daughter? Full of anger and sorrow she spoke "You are such an unfair man Papa. You say my hair is burden to you. Then what about mummy's hair. Why don't you get that cut off too? Isn't that a burden? Why am I the only burden in the family?" Her mother standing nearby gasped in horror. Her long silky, shiny hair was the pride of her life. Reena knew that her father could never make her mother cut her hair. And if her mother could keep her hair then she could too.
Her father went into a pensive expression. He looked at her mother. "Let down your hair Manju." Manju couldn't believe this was happening to her. All of 45, she looked not a day older than 30. All of this due to meticulous diet plan and regular exercise. She had the figure and the hair of a woman almost 20 years younger than her. And it was going to be chopped off. She began to cry. But she was too well schooled in following her husband to argue with him now. Quietly she opened her bun, turning around to let him have a better look at it, and also to hide her tears. "Yes Reena, you are absolutely right. You aren't the only burden in the family. It seems your mother with her hair reaching her thighs is also a burden on us. Thanks for pointing it out. As soon as your hair is gone, Ravi will cut your mother's hair too." Reena could see her last ploy going down the drain. She was going to get a haircut no matter what. And now so was her mother. She felt a little sorry for dragging her into the mess. Now they were both screwed.
Reena accepted her defeat with a heavy heart and sat down on the stool. Immediately she was covered and caped. Then Ravi asked her father. "Sir, if you don't mind, may I comb her hair out first. It would be easier for me to process it later." Reena's father nodded, explaining to her "In return for cutting your hair for free, Ravi will get all the hair he cuts today. He will use it to make wigs for the needy. You should be happy that your hair is going to be used for a good cause." Reena, who had already resigned herself to her fate hardly heard him. Her mind had shut down. Ravi gathered up all her hair into a ponytail at the back and began to comb it out. Slowly, meticulously, using deft brush strokes, Ravi brushed her hair until it lay in all its smooth and voluminous splendour. Then he bent her head and began to wet her hair with water from the bucket. He massaged the water into her scalp. The massage felt very relaxing. Reena, by now exhausted fell into a semi sleepy state, letting Ravi manipulate her as he would. He would pull her hair this way and that in order to create the best angle for himself.
Soon the massage was done. Then Ravi combed her hair out once more. He sectioned it off from the top, using plastic hair clips. Soon all of Reena's hair was neatly divided. By now Reena's father had gone back to his favourite TV show, while her mother was in her bedroom, undergoing the same emotions that Reena had been feeling a few hours ago. Reena felt bad for dragging her mother into this mess. She was also feeling warm and comfortable from the massage Ravi was giving her. The barber sure knew his stuff. He seemed kind of cute too. Suddenly Reena was aware that under the cape, she was wearing only a sleeveless shirt and shorts. She had not put on any bra or panties as the climate was too hot and she was only at her home. Now the wet mass of hair was dripping water onto her cape and it was beginning to make it transparent. The water was also getting onto her shirt and causing her nipples to harden due to the sudden coolness. As Ravi moved behind her his crotch touched her back a few times. Soon she was surprised to note that it was hard and pointy. Looked like the barber was enjoying the haircut as much as Reena. She had resigned herself to her fate by now and decided that if she was going to have a haircut she might as well enjoy it. Ravi had left the hair at the back of her neck unclipped. He began to cut her hair from there. SCHNIKK SCHNIKK went the steel scissors on the thick, lusciously wet mass. She could feel the steel at the back of her neck and felt shocked.
"How much are you cutting?" "Maam, your father asked me to give you a nice bob cut. That's what I'm doing." Damn her father. Reena again felt tears rising to her eyes. She was going to be left practically hairless. The thick black mass that had shielded her all these years would be gone completely. Damn him. Ravi continued with his cutting. He would carefully collect some tresses in his comb, cut them, then lay them out at the side of the stool. The length of each piece was close to 3.5 feet. Looking at the heap brought home to Reena just how much hair she was losing. Damn you father, she thought again. Ravi's hard-on kept poking her back occasionally. Soon the back was done. Then Ravi bent down and she heard a buzz. "What is that?" she cried. "Its clippers maam. Actually it will be best if I shave the area where I have just cut your hair. Then it would grow back thicker. Don't worry this is just for your nape area. I won't be shaving all of your hair off." He joked.
Reena choked back hot sobs. She was going to be shaved!! Of all the indignities and humiliations that she had faced in her life none was worse. She tensed up as the buzzing came nearer and nearer to her head. But when the clippers touched her nape the sensation blew away her mind. It was like the most sensual massage she had ever had. She closed her eyes and pushed her nape into the clippers, trying to get closer to the buzzing. In the process, she pressed right into Ravi's erect penis. Not knowing what to do, Ravi continued silently. Reena too began to wonder what an actual penis would feel like. With the clippers done, Ravi applied shaving foam to the area. The feel of his gentle fingers on her newly buzzed nape was electric. Then he brought out his straight razor and changed the blade to a new one. When he began the shaving Reena felt that she had nearly died and gone to heaven. She kept absolutely still for fear of cutting herself, but couldn't help herself and let out a small moan. Ravi ignored it. With long, smooth strokes, he finished shaving her very quickly. Reena was disappointed when it was over. She could feel the coolness of the AC over her shaven nape. A part of her wished her entire head was going to be shaved. But she quickly checked that thought before it could go on.
Next Ravi let down some more of her hair. It had become dry so he wet it again, accidentally spilling some water over her front. The shirt and cape now clung to her skin while her tits were erect once more. Ravi put down his eyes with embarrassment but strangely Reena was enjoying it now. Soon the scissors started their work, SCHNIKK SCHNIKK SCHNIKK. It was cut level with her nape, hiding the shaven area beneath.
Then came the top. Ravi combed it down carefully. Immediately as he came in front of her, Reena's eyes went to his crotch. The hard-on was still there. When he was combing her front hair, his rock hard member was dangling in front of her face. Suddenly she had a strong urge to kiss it, but restrained herself just in time. Ravi cut her hair evenly along the sides and in the front. SCHNIKK SCHNIKK. Once the initial cut was done, he brought out clippers again to clean up the hairline. He collected the hair at the front in his comb and ran the clippers along it giving her the cutest bangs ever. If Reena could have seen herself in a mirror she would have known that she looked even hotter than before. Her father had inadvertently increased her risk of getting "distracted".
With the cut over Ravi removed the cape and asked Reena to clean herself up, while he made preparations for her mother. Reena was disappointed that it had ended so quickly. She had felt much more turned on with a simple haircut than she had ever been with Arun. If only Ravi had made a move on her. She checked for the hard-on. Yup, it was still there. He must be quite a shy guy she thought, wondering if she dared to make a move on him. That would teach her father a lesson too. Just then her mother came down.
Manju's face was tear-stained, but she wore an expression of resignation. It seemed like she too had given up in front of the stern will of her husband. She was wearing the same nightie she had worn the night before. She came to stand by Reena while Ravi cleared up the area. Reena took her hand and squeezed it lightly. She knew her mother was feeling like it was the end of the world. Little did she know that it was just the beginning of the most exciting adventure ever. She idly thought that life with her old-fashioned and stuffy father must have been really boring. Today her mother would know excitement beyond anything she had ever felt before.
Her mother looked at Reena and gave a weak smile. Then she said, "You look wonderful dear. In fact you look more beautiful now than before." She raised her hand to touch the back of Reena's head and was shocked to feel the shaven area. "What's this?" "Oh Mother, this is just how father asked Ravi to style our hair. Don't worry its amazing. You'll love it." Another sob escaped Manju before she could stifle it. "Shaved like that!!" "No, mom it’s amazing. Look, just touch it and you'll see." Manju gingerly put her fingers on the shaven area and rubbed it. Reena almost let out a moan, but stopped herself just in time. Wow, that really felt good. Her mother smiled weakly. "Yeah it seems nice. Convenient for the summers." Reena could tell she wasn't convinced. Well she would be when she underwent the process.
Ravi was ready to do her mother now, so she led her to the stool. Manju too had gone numb just like Reena had. Reena decided to sit nearby to support her mother. Besides now that she looked at him, Ravi seemed kind of cute.
He began as usual with a water massage. It was quite sensual, seeing him putting his fingers all over Manju's hair, pulling her head this way and that. Reena began to feel the excitement inside her grow again. Manju's nightie was wet by this time, and her sheer black negligee was clearly visible. Ravi of course had his perpetual hard on intact. Seems he had chosen this profession out of personal interest.
Once he was done with the massage he clipped the top hair to get it out of the way, and took out his scissors for the shearing. Knowing what was about to come, both Reena and Manju began to whimper. Manju from the terror and Reena from the excitement. But this time Ravi hesitated. He put down his scissors and took out the straight-razor instead. He is going to dry shave my Mother!! Reena felt the thought hit her head like a hammer. Ravi looked at her and said "I'll get longer and more usable hair this way." But the smile on his face told her something else. He was as excited about doing this to Manju as she was about watching him do it.
Before beginning the shave, he gave her a glance and seeing the gleam of interest in her eyes, gestured with his hand. When she went to him he handed her the razor, saying "You do it. Then she'll be more comfortable." "But I don't know how." "Ok then I'll guide you" saying this he came up behind her and held her right hand over the razor and the left hand over the comb. The hard-on was still intact and poking her in the ass. Reena wondered if she should feel embarrassed but decided that if Ravi could be cool about it then so could she. Besides the heat from his crotch was something she was enjoying, maybe even wanting more. Manju, who was watching this in the mirror, grew more and more embarrassed and humiliated. She was going to be dry-shaved by her own daughter!!
Ravi guided her hands to comb Manju's hair until they were poker straight, falling down her back in one long, massive, black wave. Then he made her position the razor along the dividing line running from left ear to right, and began the shave. His hands moved hers in deft, short strokes, clearing away the black tresses to reveal the soft white, virgin skin underneath it. Manju had given a gasp when she had felt the first stroke but was now sitting quite meekly, like a statue. Reena could clearly see in the mirror that she was trying to hide a smile. Looked like her mother had begun to enjoy herself too. Seeing as to how both Ravi and her mother were enjoying themselves, Reena thought she would have some fun as well. So she deliberately bent herself down with her ass cheeks pointing outwards, rubbing them into Ravi's crotch every chance she could. At first Ravi tried to avoid her but after seeing that she was deliberately doing this, he too began to rub up against her eventually standing behind her in such a position that his erect member lay squarely upon her crack. Manju saw her daughter being naughty, but was enjoying herself too much to say anything to her. Besides the barber was kind of cute. That thought made her blush but at the same time raised a sense of defiance towards her domineering husband.
Reena made sure that she had shaved every bit of her mother head below the designated line. She even checked behind the ears and down the neck. But when she touched the area it felt sand papery, and not smooth. She looked up at Ravi who replied "We have only dry-shaved it. For smoothness we'll have to shave it with cream." Reena immediately got the shaving foam and rubbed it onto the shaven area. Manju's excitement began to grow. Once the foam was in place, Reena picked up the razor once more, but Ravi took it away from her, "This time I'll do it." He said with the hint of a smile on his face. It looked like he wanted to experience the mother now. Reena felt a little disappointed but moved to her watching point. Ravi with his crotch hidden from view worked on her mother's nape, expertly shaving it down to smooth hairless skin. Manju's smile was quite noticeable by now. She was having a hard time resisting the shit-eating grin that was coming on her face time and again. God she felt like giggling, something she hadn't done since she had been a school girl!!
Next Ravi brought down the mass of locks resting on top of her head and brought out the scissors. The steel blades glinted in the afternoon sun light. Reena wondered if he would call her again but he didn't. He combed the hair until it was falling down all over in its natural line and then put the scissor blades right next to Manju's jaw line. Manju of course couldn't see that because her face was covered with her tresses but Reena could. She imagined her mother with hair that short. She would actually look stunningly sexy. Even her shaved nape area would be partially visible. Reena shivered with a vicarious excitement.
The steel blades of the shears went SCHNIKK SCHNIKK as they cleanly cut through her mother's hair. Surprisingly Ravi made the scissors move in a perfectly straight line so that Manju was left with a classic bob. Hearing the sharp blades cut through her thick hair had made Manju feel even more excited. She wondered what Ravi was doing to her. She knew it was short because she could feel the breeze on her earlobes now, but she wondered just how short he had gone. Once Ravi had finished with the back, he came to the front, and this time he combed more and more hair in front. Then he cut all of it together making it layer itself out in the process. When the final cut was done, Manju had a bob that was long in the front and shorter at the back with an asymmetrical parting. The hair in front had been left rather long so that it almost reached her eyes. When she finally looked into the mirror she couldn't believe this was her. With her well maintained figure and her new hairstyle she looked like Reena's college going elder sister. She even felt sexier and more excited. And because of that excitement she came to a decision. Once Ravi had done brushing away the stray hair from her neck and putting away her cut tresses to be used later, she beckoned him upstairs. Reena wanted to come in with them but she was expressly forbidden. "You wait here Reena. I need Ravi to do something for me." It looked like her mother had felt the hard-on too and decided to take care of it. Damn!!...it sucked being a child
Reena closed the door of her hostel room and switched on the fan. The heat was unbearable. She lay down on the single bed laid out in the room and closed her eyes. Memories of the past few weeks flooded her mind. She had crossed such a great distance physically and emotionally in such a short time. Just last Saturday she had been a 16 year old virgin with hair down to her thighs. So much had happened since then. Her tryst with Arun in the movie theatre. The shearing she had received at the behest of her father. The discovery of her fetish for haircuts. Shaving her mother, watching her sexually satisfy herself with Ravi, and then barging in on them threatening to reveal it all to her father. She still shuddered with delight when she thought of that day.
When her mother had opened the door, both she and Ravi had been naked, and her mother's pussy was clean as a 12 year old. It was obvious what work Ravi had been doing on her. Her mother had opened Reena’s clothes and asked Ravi to shave her pussy clean as well. Ravi had been delighted to fulfil her wishes. With both the mother and daughter freshly cropped, shaved, and fully heated up, Ravi had his work cut out for him. Reena had stopped counting after her fifth orgasm. The threesome had been at it for more than six hours. Her father had knocked on the door once to inform them that he had some urgent work at the bank so he was going out. That had been the cue for raising the noise level. That day Reena had lost her virginity in all her holes. Surprisingly her mother too was a virgin in her ass and her mouth. Ravi had made sure he rectified the lack of experience immediately. She had even sucked her own mother's pussy, licking her clitoris with her young, wet tongue. Her mother had returned the favour, sucking her clitoris with such passion that she had multiple orgasms, while taking it from Ravi in the ass. Ravi too must have cum all over her at least ten times. That guy had the stamina of a horse. Not that she knew what fucking a horse felt like. She giggled at that thought.
But of course like all good things that night had ended and the next day had come with its own temptations. Now that she had been fucked and knew what it felt like Reena wanted more. At first she had thought of approaching Arun but she hadn't liked his behaviour on their first date. She decided to call one of the boys from her school. Now that her hairstyle was sexier, she had been getting a lot more attention from them. Many of them had come up to her on the first day asking if they could touch her nape. When they found out about her plans to maintain the shaven nape style some had even recommended particular brands of shaving foam and razor to ensure her shave was comfortable. Reena loved flirting with them. She could easily call them home now because her mother was in on the secret and approved of it. That day had somehow created a new personality in her mother, risk loving and defiant. She had finally selected Anupam from her class. He was the topper and somewhat shy and bookish. She was sure that he would be gentle with her and would not tell anyone about the deed. Boy had that been the wrong decision.
Apparently Anupam's gentleness was just a show. When he realized that Reena was seducing him, he had gone into a frenzy tearing off her clothes and ramming his penis inside her. No foreplay, no cuddles, nothing. The act had almost bordered on rape. Once he was done Reena had even given him a second chance but he came faster now than the first time. She barely had a chance to even feel him inside her, much less have an orgasm. Once he was done she had quietly escorted him out. And then he had gone about boasting to everyone that he had fucked Reena Sharma, the most desired girl in their class. That had been the worst thing. Her reputation had been ruined. Boys in her class had tried to grope and feel her up her skirt, pressing against her when there was a crowd or if she was in a line. Even the other girls had supported them. The worst part was that she herself didn't see anything wrong in that. Every time she was felt up she had to remind herself to be outraged in order to meet social proprieties. Left to herself she really didn't care who touched her and where. It was this whore like acceptance that shamed her the most. Finally her father had admitted her into an all-girls boarding school far away from home where no one knew about her. So here she was. From a virgin to a whore exiled from home. All in the space of a few weeks.
Suddenly someone was banging on her door. She got up to open it. “Wait just a minute. What is wrong?" It was a group of seniors. “Come out fachchi*. The introduction session will start in a few minutes." (*meaning first year girl). Saying this the seniors moved onto the next door, banging on it equally loudly. Reena groaned inwardly. She knew what ‘Introduction’ meant. They were going to be ragged. Which basically meant doing weird things on instructions from their seniors, while they would watch, taunt, and make fun of them. It would be random, humiliating, and in this unbearable heat, absolutely painful. But if she didn’t go, the consequences would be even more painful. Reluctantly she made her way down.
When she reached the courtyard downstairs, all the junior girls had assembled into rows while the seniors were sitting on the stairs in front. The courtyard was surrounded on all sides by rooms, with the only entrance/exit being a door which was now locked. So for all intents and purposes they were prisoners. They couldn’t reach the outside world for help and hence had to follow the instructions of their seniors to the letter. Thank god these are girls, Reena thought. They aren’t going to be brutal on us like the boys. Soon everyone was downstairs and the introduction began. They began in order, and each girl on her turn had to shout out her name, her place of residence and a set paragraph in Hindi as instructed by the seniors. Any girl who hesitated, stopped for a while, slurred a bit, or deviated in any way was called up in the front. When her turn came, Reena was so bothered by the heat that she never noticed it. Immediately she was called up in the front. There were already 8 other girls standing there.
Once the introduction was done, one of the seniors got up and introduced herself as Sonia, the dorm student in-charge. Effectively she was going to be their mother for the next two years. She then pointed to the 9 girls standing out in front and called them fools because they couldn’t even introduce themselves properly. “If you aren’t even capable of introducing yourself properly to the world then how will you live in it?" She shouted at them. “How the F*** do you expect people to respect fools like you? You know what happens to idiots like you?" She went to the nearest junior, grabbed her ponytail, and pulled hard on it. When the junior opened her mouth to scream, she received a tight slap across her face. “Shut up!! Learn to bear the pain. Idiots like you will feel pain that is much worse than this outside." The junior remained silent, but it was evident that she was in pain. Her hands were tightly clenched into fists to prevent them from going up and removing Sonia’s tight grip. Tears had begun to fall from her eyes. “As your mother for the next two years it is my duty to ensure that all of you are ready to face the outside world. It seems my duty begins today by training these idiots, and putting them on the path to intelligence."
Then she addressed the girl whose hair she was pulling so brutally. “What is your name idiot?" “M..Ma..Mansi" she replied in pain. Sonia slapped her. “Is this how you address your mother? From now on I and every other senior out here will be referred to as maam. Do you understand?" She increased the pull on Mansi’s ponytail. Then she shouted again. “Now, once more, what is your name idiot?" “Mansi… maam" she replied, her tears falling faster as the pain grew worse. “Mansi, do you know how the outside world will treat idiots like you if you remain as you are?" “No maam." Another slap. “Fool!! They will treat you like a slut. A filthy whore-bitch. To be used as a piece of meat during sex and thrown away. Do you understand?" “Mansi didn’t know what to say so she remained quiet. “It looks like Mansi likes the thought of being treated like a cheap prostitute. Well, let’s give her a taste of the real thing. Girls bring out Mr Mojo." Saying this she let go of Mansi’s hair and stood back.
Two other girls, obviously her flunkeys brought out a fat cylindrical rod of what seemed like shiny rubbery plastic. It had a handle with a switch at one end. Reena didn’t know what it was to be used for, but Mansi began to shake in horror as soon as she saw it. “Oooohhh looks like Mansi the slut already knows what Mr Mojo does. Don’t tell me you are an actual slut Mansi. That would be so much fun." Sonia remarked. “Now strip" another shout. Mansi shook her head to refuse. “Strip yourself or we’ll do it for you." Mansi realized that she was powerless and so began to slowly take off her clothes. Sonia growled impatiently. “Looks like you are also a lazy slowpoke apart from being an idiot slut. Girls strip her." She instructed her batch mates. Before Mansi knew it her clothes were torn off. One of the girls produced a pair of scissors which were used to cut her bra straps and the waist band of her panties. Within 5 seconds she stood fully naked in front of them, trying hard to hide her privates with her small hands and the pitiful remains of her torn clothes. “Now Pooja, will you please switch on Mr Mojo and give it to Mansi. We’ll see how much of a slut she is." Sonia addressed the flunkey who was holding the rod. Pooja flipped the switch and the rod began to vibrate. She went over to Mansi who refused to take it, earning another slap from Sonia. “You bitch. How dare you refuse Mr Mojo? He has been our silent partner for all these years. You better take him yourself and start playing, or we’ll be forced to make you play with him." Mansi remained silent. “Do you want what happened with your clothes to happen again?" Sonia asked. At this Mansi looked around fearfully and took the vibrating rod. “Now play!!" another shout from Sonia. Mansi stopped attempting to hide her privates, letting go of her torn clothes, and took the rod close to her vagina.
Suddenly Reena realized what she was going to do. My god, she is going to shove that rod inside herself. Reena had heard some girls mentioning dildos before but had never seen them or knew what exactly they were. She was seeing an actual one being used for the first time. Sonia was making Mansi masturbate in front of the entire hostel. Somehow the thought seemed both exciting and terrifying to Reena. She imagined being in Mansi’s position, clothes torn off, vibrating dildo in hand, and two hundred girls gawking at her. The thought sent chills of excitement up her spine. She closed her eyes lost in the thrill of her imagination.
“Stop!!" came a sudden yell from Sonia. “It seems another one of our idiots is enjoying herself a lot." She came and stood by Reena. “Why were you smiling idiot?" Reena’s stomach coiled up in fear. She didn’t know how to reply. “Ah...It seems this idiot is foolish as well as rude. I think we’ll teach her a lesson before any of the others." Saying this she moved her hands to the back of Reena’s head and then jumped back in surprise. Then she went around to the back and removed the long hair from the crown to reveal her shaven nape, now covered with a 2-day stubble. “Wow, our new rude idiot loves to experiment on herself. It seems we have a willing guinea pig today for experimentation so we’ll be having a lot of fun." She gave a wicked smile to Reena and turned back to her batch mates, to discuss what to do with her. Reena could not make out anything from their hurried whispers. Then Pooja left the group and ran upstairs while the rest of the girls just sat there, gazing at Reena and giving her evil grins.
Soon Pooja was back holding a long coil of pink plastic rope, which they used for drying their clothes on. Three other girls came and grabbed Reena to prevent her from running away, while Pooja and Sonia began their work with the rope. Reena was too fascinated imagining what they would do to her to put up much of a struggle. Soon she was trussed up in the spread-eagle position in front of everyone. The girls had used iron hooks coming out of the ceiling to attach her there. It seemed like they had done this before to other girls too. Once she was securely tied up, the girls stripped her, tearing her clothes apart without care. Her bra and panties were cut away too. Then Sonia went around her giving her a casual once over. "Hmm...Girls it seems that this idiot likes to have a clean pussy. I like that. Cleanliness is next to Slutiness as we say here. But it seems she hasn't had time to clean herself up in the recent past." It was true. While Reena had kept herself clean shaven after the incident with Ravi, she hadn't had time in the past few days to maintain her smoothness. Hence fine stubble covered her pussy and underarms. "Girls I think we'll help her out." Saying this Sonia disappeared from view. Reena was unable to move her neck and so couldn't see what Sonia was doing behind her. But suddenly she felt an intense pain in her head. Someone was pulling on her hair.
Sonia had tied up Reena so that she couldn't move at all and her hair was suspended above her head. This not only allowed them a clear view of her shaven nape but also allowed them to apply varying degrees of pressure to the rest of her hair, to cause varying degrees of pain. Right now she had put a plastic rod inside her hair and was twisting it, turn by turn, causing Reena's hair to bunch up closer together and cause it to pull at the roots. Every twist increased the pressure and made Reena feel like someone was pulling out her hair by its roots. "This pain is nothing idiot." Sonia came in front of Reena to explain. "Right now we have only twisted the rod in your hair six times. The pain you feel isn't much. Infact this pain will help you deal with what we'll be doing next." Saying this she announced, "Girls I said we must help our idiot sister maintain her cleanliness. In front of you are the tweezers. Please form a line, pick one for yourself, and come and help her out." Reena couldn't figure out what Sonia meant but she found out soon enough.
Each girl of the first year batch came up one by one, tweezers in hand and plucked at the stubble growing on her body. Each time a girl came up she would pull out a hair on her body causing a sharp sting. Each girl plucked one hair, and the line kept repeating once every girl was done. Reena didn't know which was worse, the pain in her head or the stinging on her body. She tried to be strong and stoically bear it the first few times, but soon her body gave up and tears began to fall from her eyes. All around her the seniors kept laughing at her pain. Reena did not like this. Her painful public humiliation was not at all like she had imagined. This was too painful to bear. The line must have repeated ten times, before Sonia inspected her all around and declared her to be clean.
"Now, we must ensure that such things don't happen in the future. So as your mother I am going to give you a permanent solution." Saying this she brought out a weird looking machine. Some of the girls obviously knew what it was since there were audible gasps from the crowd. "Yes, we will be electrolysing her body to ensure that she remains clean always." Sonia jeered. Then began another painful process while the pressure on her head remained.
After a while her head was unable to keep up with the dual sources of pain and her whole world seemed to shrink down to a single point inside her, where Reena retreated. She could no longer tell what was going on or what was done to her. She didn't even know if she was alive or inside a dream. Her mind flew away to safety.
When she woke up, she found herself back on the bed in her room. The pain in her body remained though it was faint now, the lingering echoes of past torture. She went to the bathroom to see herself in the mirror. She found that she was completely hairless from head to toe. Even her eyebrows were gone. On her head was a colourful tattoo of an eagle, flying. Reena was horrified and fascinated at the same time. She hadn't imagined her seniors would be so brutal, but at the same time the tattoo on her head was too beautiful to hate.
Just then she heard a sobbing coming from one of the cubicles. She went in to find a girl holding a hanky to her face and crying. She too was bald like Reena. Another ragging victim Reena assumed. She went to console her. It was Mansi!! Cute and petite Mansi was now bald!! Not that she still didn't look cute; Reena felt surprised at the stirring inside her and quickly suppressed it. Then she put her arms around Mansi to support her but looking at Reena only started a fresh round of sobs.
Slowly and painfully, with Reena's encouragement, Mansi recounted what happened that night after Reena blacked out