Young Goddess Headscissor Novels & Stories

This place had saved her life without a doubt. Amber wiped at the moistness beneath her eyes as she made her way towards the office of the Head Goddess up on the next floor. Amber knew it would be tacky to just show up uninvited, but Head Goddess Unique had an open door. She no longer had open legs around the club, as she had moved into a higher position. She’d worked her way from the bottom up literally, as a hungry college student, when the doors first opened twenty years ago. Now the Head Goddess fucked at her choosing and fucked others up for not following the rules. Both marks and Goddesses and Pages alike.

She held the glassful of milk to my mouth and helped me drink. "Good girl," she said. I smiled. "Don't move." Madison hurriedly went behind me. I glanced behind me and saw her with a strange metal in her hand. I quickly jumped up. "I won't hurt you; what I have in my hand is a scissor to cut your hair," she said. I looked at her, not wanting her to. "I want to give you a bang to hide the mark on your forehead," said Madison. I sat down and allowed her to.

she said with an evil grin She slowly reached to young man and without any warning Swoosh. His head was separated from his body and it rolled straight to young lady's feet. "Opss..!!! it just happened that the sword slipped off my hands well its getting boring let's have some fun. Mmm, let's play football". She laughed wickedly and start playing with human head as it was kinda football for her. After 5 minutes " Throw him to my buddies they must be hungry". She fled away from their as if she was never present there. Everyone released there holding breaths. 'phew. If this goddess of hell were to stay here for one more minute I was going to die' Josh murmered in his breathe.

Whatever they thought, she knew one thing for certain: there was no turning back now. An arrogant looking warrior, tall and weathered, yelled out from the crowd, “Yeah, but can she hit a moving target?” Some of the warriors around him laughed. Without hesitation, Jaiyana released the discus in his direction, severing the hair from the top of his head, smiling triumphantly as the discus returned to her. “Be confident, warrior, that if I had wanted to, I would have severed your head.” Her eyes were glowing brightly as she watched his stunned face, his hand feeling his newly shaved patch of scalp on his head.

My head was spinning with it all and I had yet to touch her. I put my hand on her ass and pulled her closer to me, and then I sucked on her nipples through the bra. They were hard. I wanted her naked or least without the bra and panties, the stockings and the boots were pretty sexy, they could stay on I decided. I reached behind her and unclasped her bra. Her breasts popped free of their restraint. They were full and the right size to fill the palm of my hand. Her nipples were a dark rosy shade and were erect. I buried my head into them and sucked on them. She took my head into her hands and said "Do not leave any marks please, I cannot explain a hickey now can I?" Then she put my head back

disbelief washed through me Is that what's been whispering to me? I thought. I must be dreaming. What am I… Medusa? Still unsure if the voice was real or just in my head, I began searching the room for a blade, scissors__ anything sharp enough to cut my hair. I found nothing. I moved to my closet, digging through the drawers. There, nestled neatly inside one, was a small pair of scissors. I grabbed it without hesitation and raised it to my head. My heart pounded with a mix of fear and adrenaline. Still, I didn’t stop. I dug deeper into my thick strands, and with one exhale, I cut off a chunk of the front part of my hair.

She verified unsure of his possession and he smirked devilishly. “These are all the hair, Udona. The Chieftain’s youngest daughter-in-law recently gave birth to a girl. Following the rituals of old gods, the child's head was shaved yesterday to serve them to the goddess and prayed for protection against evil forces. When everybody left, I took them all for you. So here is your price Udona, hairs of the most innocent girl of the tribe.” He explained charmingly and she rolled her eyes. She wanted him to go through measures such as shaving the head of a grown-up female, but he found the simplest way for the strongest spell. In the end, she nodded in defeat and throws the sack in her basket.

I don’t know how, or who she paid off, but she made sure this happened. A white-hot wave of anger rushes through me. "Give me the scissors," I growl. The stylist hesitates. "Now." She reluctantly places the silver shears in my hand. With one angry snip after another, I hack away the damaged mess into shoulder length. Gasps echo in the room as I drop the scissors onto the counter and stand tall.

I jerked, a sharp scream falling from my lips as the Sassy girls stepped forward. Their leader smiled…wide, cruel, wicked. “Thought you could hide today?” she cooed, yanking harder. Pain shot across my scalp and my knees trembled. My tears were falling freely now. She brought out a pair of silver scissors. My blood froze. “No… no, not my hair,” I whispered, my voice so small it barely existed. “Who’s ready to watch the whore go BALD?!” she shrieked. Cheers exploded. Laughter. Phones raised. Feet stomping.

Gabriella casually turned her head for a glance, and her eyes instantly filled with despair. "Honey!" She immediately pushed Freddie aside and reached out with trembling fingers to touch the severed head. Cyril's eyes were tightly shut, his face twisted with a horrified expression. To make this fight more entertaining, she had given each contestant different weapons. The head's neck had been hacked hundreds of times with a rusty machete before it was finally severed. The pain Cyril had endured before death was unimaginable.