Young Goddess Headscissor Novels & Stories

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.

“I think we should cut it. It’s too styled.” “Okay what ever you think is best.” I reply. I sit in a chair and she pulls out some fabric scissors. She gets to work chopping my hair off. “I think I know of a pack that would be ideal for your situation.” She says while still cutting. “Really? Where?”

I landed a harsh slap on her ass cheeks as she let out another curse while the scissors was still wrapped around the walls of her pussy. “ You fuckin bitch! How dare you!” I screamed at her. “ Oh my God!” She cried out. She was crying out in pain, having the scissors shoved up in her pussy as she let out a cry while her shoulders shook. “ Fuck you! Fuck your pussy! Fuck all of you!” I screamed at her. I grabbed her waist, slamming it hard against the scissors while she let out sharp moans from the feeling. “ Oh God! You are so damn deep! Fucking yes!” She cried out.

Jane succeeded in using a pair of toy scissors to scare the crap out of Lily. However, Lily was a sly old fox. She was too cunning. After she frantically ran out of the ward, she felt that something was off. How could there be a pair of shiny scissors in the ward, let alone that that was a maternity ward? Also, that pair of scissors was so shiny that it seemed a little fake. Could it be that that was fake scissors?

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.

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.