Headshave Women Stories Novels & Stories

“Fuck me, Jake. Fill Mommy’s cunt while I keep eating my baby girl.” Jake didn’t hesitate. He gripped her wide hips and slammed into her in one brutal thrust. Sarah cried out into my pussy as he bottomed out, balls-deep. The force pushed her face harder against me. He started pounding her immediately—hard, deep strokes that made her heavy tits swing and slap together.

At 10 PM, all thirteen women were brought to the main hall, a stunning space with a stage at one end and seats arranged theater-style. Twenty men in expensive suits filled the front rows. Victoria stood at the podium. "Gentlemen, welcome to THE ARRANGEMENT. Our first offering tonight..." One by one, the women were presented. Some received modest bidding....$200,000, $300,000. Others went higher....$500,000, $700,000.

"You are a woman who spent ten years in her own purgatory, forgetting even the feral scent of a man's sweat." "Even with your eyes closed, didn't that thrilling, transgressive fantasy endlessly rise in your mind—of that brutal thickness piercing in, ruthlessly claiming your pitiful, untouched core?" "..." "I know it all. Because when I first saw that towering man's brutal shaft with my own two eyes..." "Just like you right now, my soul was shattered. I spent the night clutching my wet, slick channel." "That is a woman's inescapable instinct." At the explicit, vulgar confessions bursting from the mouth of the matriarch she had looked up to, the Head Maid stared blankly at me with her mouth ag

I hadn’t seen her in years. Our reunion was quiet, but heavy. She asked if it was true. I told her yes. She asked if I loved him. Again, yes. She didn’t come to shame or scold. Jace had posted a desperate video, trying to reclaim the narrative. But it wasn’t working. The comments were turning on him. Momentum was shifting. Screens lit with comments, news banners updating by the minute, and muted clips of pundits debating the ethics of motherhood in the public eye. I ignored them. I wasn’t interested in a world that only saw women as stories to be consumed.

The way their babies were pulled out from between their legs during labor and sent off to be sold to wealthy women who didn’t want to ruin their shapes by birthing. Or was it the day we found this particular lady’s head scattered across the floor, her blood dripping down the metal rod she had forcefully slid her head through because she couldn’t handle being there anymore? “A call from terror. Hahaha.” His voice wasn’t anything like him; it was low, almost innocent, convincing, and deceiving. My heart skipped.

After they cut my hair, they did not think it was enough and shaved me bald. “You did great! Witches like her should be bald!” “Homewreckers like her stink of shamelessness. Since she’s so despicable, there’s no need for her to have her face intact.” “Everyone, keep up the donations. We’re going to rip this kept woman to shreds today and let all the other ones out there know that this is what will happen to them one day too!” I gnashed my teeth together. “You better pray you won’t regret this!”

Die for me, woman ! " Ugh!" A young man with grim look could be seen pushing an older woman backward before continuing his run with the others. The older woman eyes widen, she couldn't believe her son would used her as a scape goat... In order to save himself. " Grr..." Her body and eyes constricted as she foot which was currently stock stiff, blood drip from her face immediately as she stared at the inhumane shadow. Her neck turned slowly making a robotics sound. She didn't have the time to scream as the creature swollen her head. Blood splash as the creature let out a shrinking cry with thick blood drip from it huge mouth, leaving a decapitated body of the lady held in the through the crea

"Who the fuck are you?" Shouted, the desperate woman on her knees while her face looked all ruined to watch. Some of the semen flowing down to her jaw then neck to down the floor, made her look all dirty. While glaring at the person on the doorway Christopher's face was blank now. A skinny woman with attractive curves was simple dressed, she looked down all embarrassed and shamefully not wanting to catch anymore of their nudity. One big suitcase on the ground which he assumed fell down from the shock and a big bag in hand, the unwelcomed guest gulped harshly as her every action was noted by Christopher whose hand now loosened the grip on his neighbour's hair.

He offered. Men were easy to manipulate, they were so gullible, it disgusted her. Women were stronger, men were weak, emotionally and physically. They all thought with one thing; their sexual organ. She almost spat out disgustingly. "You'd rather I become your hoe over collecting a three million bribe?" Rob skovich's brows furrowed in confusion, "a three million bribe, I wasn't offered no such amount" Munawarrah stared in confusion before realization dawned on her, Samuel Joseph, the bastard!

Many were getting maimed or slaughtered by older, battle hardy males who were hoarding females. I was never worried about being hoarded by such males. Nobody wanted to square off with Remus. He had even frightened the two friends I had made into staying back. Kita would then speak to me through the woodline, under scrutinizing glare of Remus. Remus had never favored Kita, who was a rogue male. Kita was female crazy and eccentric. Too full of life and not enough of sense, Remus would say.