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Chapter Twenty-Four:
Jenna's mind was awash with questions as she paid for her new leash and collar. She didn't understand what had just happened to her in the pet store. Heck, she didn't know what had happened to her for the past year. What was happening here anyway?
Jenna pondered her predicament as she was led from the store by a leash attached to her collar. Trisha walked smartly through the front door waving 'goodbye' to her...friends? Jenna was confused. Did Trisha know those two rapists in there? The one did call her by name hadn't she? Jenna wasn't sure, but all she knew for sure was that two sales people in the pet store had just forced her to fuck them with her face.
Her heart fluttered with her recollection of the latest events. Jenna felt cold and empty inside as she drove to the local 'downtown' area. When she parked and the two of them got out, the sun felt warm and cozy as it baked them. The rural tree-lined street of small shops and local businesses was not uncommon to Jenna, even though she hadn't spent much time there in the past.
Today was completely different though. Jenna didn't want to go there, especially under the physical control of Trisha and her leash. Wearing the collar wasn't so bad, but having it attached to the leash that Trisha carried was humiliating. Jenna walked a few steps behind her teenage tormentor and couldn't bear to lift her head to see people's reaction as they passed them on the sidewalk. Jenna felt like crying as she'd listen to people's snorts of disgust and comments about her sickness. They passed several old women who spoke loud enough so they could hear each other not realizing that everyone around them could hear them also. They mocked and chastised Jenna for being so old and letting such a pretty young girl walk her like a dog. They criticized her for not putting the young girl in her place and that Jenna should be "ashamed of herself".
Whenever Jenna slowed, Trisha would give a quick jerk on the leash to make her speed up. The pair walked several blocks to a hair salon. The large picture window that adorned the storefront was one of many along the rural downtown street. Jenna was glad to get off the street and out of the public eye for a while.
The thirty something year-old woman at the front desk looked to Jenna first because she was older. But when she saw the leash and collar she abruptly looked down her nose at the tiny pitiful Jenna and turned her attention to Trisha. "May I help you?" she asked.
Trisha had the leash draped over her right shoulder. She turned toward Jenna and told the woman, "She needs a complete body wax."
"Very well," said the woman. "Give me a minute to setup the room and I'll be right with you."
Trisha watched the woman go to the back of the shop past several salon chairs facing large mirrors mounted over countertops cluttered with hair products and styling tools. She talked to two women about her same age that both wore beautician's jackets. The three of them exchanged looks up front until the receptionist motioned for the pair to come to the back. Trisha gave a quick jerk on the leash and said, "Let's go slut."
Jenna was nervous. "Please, Ms. Trisha, please don't do this to me, please," Jenna pleaded under her breath as Trisha led her to the small room with a linen covered bed and a curtain door.
As the two women stood by and greeted Trisha and Jenna, they asked Jenna to remove her clothes and put on a gown.
Trisha piped up immediately and offered, "Oh, she doesn't need a gown. She'll just strip and be naked if that's okay with you."
The two technician's looked at each other and shrugged and said, "No, that's fine. We just want her to feel comfortable."
Trisha chuckled at the opportunity to make a pun AND to humiliate her little slut so she said, "Yeah, I want her to FEEL comfortable too."
Reluctantly, Jenna stripped off her blouse and bra. Her nipples were like rocks as the cool air-conditioned room gave her goose bumps. Everyone in the room noticed her erect nipples and while Trisha openly stared at them, the two tech's merely glanced at them repeatedly. Jenna's stomach tightened as she caught the women looking at her breasts and she immediately felt uncomfortable. As she unzipped her skirt, she held her breath and paused momentarily as a deafening quiet enveloped the room. Jenna could tell the room was filled with anticipation as she let her skirt fall to the floor.
Both women stared at Jenna's hairless pussy for several seconds before one of them broke the ice and patted the bed for her to lie down. The two worked like an experienced pit crew as they spread wax on Jenna's legs and arms before applying the paper strips and ripping off the hair in neat lines. Before long, they had finished her topside and Jenna was instructed to roll onto her stomach to do the backside.
Trisha insisted that she wanted "every inch" of her body waxed and that they should not leave any hair anywhere.
They had Jenna lie back on her back and they waxed her stomach and breasts, her shoulders, hands and feet. They did all the way up to her neck including her underarms, when they finally stopped and looked at Trisha. "What did you want to do here?" asked one as she pointed to Jenna's already bald pussy.
"I want electrolysis done there," Trisha stated flatly. "I want her face done as well."
Jenna felt her stomach tighten. What had she gotten herself into? She wanted to cry out in protest but she just couldn't. These three were talking about her like she was an object and wasn't even in the room. She wanted to cry but all she did was just lie there and let these two remove all the hair from her body.
One technician pulled over a machine with a needle-like device connected to a power cord that she quickly turned on and started to go to work on Jenna's pubic area. The tiny pinprick feeling was uncomfortable but Jenna just lay there quietly and let her shock each hair and tweeze it out.
Meanwhile the other tech began waxing Jenna's face. She did her chin, mustache area, cheeks and forehead. She leaned back when she finished as gave Trisha an approving look.
Jenna watched in horror as Trisha's face turned to a scowl and she motioned the "eyebrows, too" with her finger. Jenna's expression pleaded with Trisha but Jenna didn't utter a word in protest. Her cool skin, now nearly completely void of hair felt almost numb. Jenna closed her eyes and squeezed back tears as the technician applied wax to her eyebrows. With two quick jerks, they were gone.
The technician's turned Jenna like she was on a roasting spit and waxed her backside completely. They flipped her back over and presented her for Trisha's inspection. Each tech slid their stools to the top of the bed by Jenna's shoulders and looked at Trisha as if to say, "here she is. She's finished."
Trisha admired the handiwork and ran her hands over the hairless body before her. Jenna's skin rippled with goose bumps as Trisha's tender touch excited the naked teacher. Trisha paused and looked at the hairless pussy before gently touching it. She watched Jenna tighten as her fingertips massaged the swollen labia and tenderly part each labium.
"Mmmmmm, this feels nice," Trisha purred as she felt the hairless pussy moisten at her touch. She stroked every inch of the swollen mound seeking any missed hair. "Well, we're almost finished," she said as she seemed satisfied that Jenna's pussy was completely hair-free.
The two tech's exchanged confused glances as they wondered what Trisha meant by her statement.
The confusing statement interrupted Jenna's arousal as well.
"You can finish anytime you want," Trisha said as she gestured toward Jenna's hair, "take it down."
The two techs, shocked, looked at each other and shrugged. They scooted their stools in and began to run their fingers through Jenna's long silky smooth blonde hair.
Jenna, horrified and speechless, started to cry. Her taut stomach heaved uncontrollably as the tech's stroked her hair. She couldn't believe that Trisha was so mean that she would make them cut off her beautiful hair. Jenna had always taken great pride in her long flowing blonde locks and now, this evil teen was telling these two beauticians to cut her hair.
Jenna's heart raced and her skin turned clammy. Her eye's pleaded with Trisha and she wanted to cry out. Desperation made Jenna want to leap from the table, but her fear kept her glued in place. Tears flowed freely from her deep blue eyes and she found it hard to see. Trisha's shadowy figure loomed by her side as Jenna tried to formulate the words to protest the impending defilement.
Her voice shaking and her lips trembling, Jenna blubbered, "Please Ms. Trisha, please don't let them do this. Please! I'm begging you Ms. Trisha! I'll do anything you want, just please don't let them cut my hair!"
"Stop your whining, slut," Trisha stated uncaringly, "just lie there and shut up."
Jenna was devastated at Trisha's uncaring attitude. "Please Ms. Trisha," Jenna pleaded as her stomach heaved. Jenna's crying was becoming uncontrollable. She couldn't breathe as she sobbed again, "P-please, M-Ms. T-Trisha, p-please d-don't l-let them..."
Trisha became agitated at Jenna's whining and crying. "Stop your crying and be quiet!" she insisted in a firm sounding voice, "stop it now or I'll have them cut it ALL off!"
Jenna kept blubbering and crying. She couldn't stop. The thought of these two techs cutting her hair was unbearable. Her skin crawled with fright and she wanted to run. Tears streamed down her cheeks and she sat up when she heard scissors behind her.
"Hold her down!" Trisha yelled to the techs, "hold her down!"
The techs froze in place. They'd never had such an unruly client and they weren't prepared to fight with anyone.
SCHLAP!! Came the sound of Trisha slapping the distraught Jenna across the face.
Jenna's blubbering stopped for a short second as the pain of the sharp slap got her attention.
Trisha seized the moment and quickly attached the collar to Jenna's throat. "Now, when I say you'll do something, you'll do it! Understand SLUT!" she shouted in Jenna's face.
Jenna knew she had crossed some imaginary boundary and was in trouble with Trisha. She blinked her eyes to clear the tears and her mind as she tried to regain her composure.
Trisha recognized that Jenna was trying to calm herself so she wanted to do her part to reassure her that things were okay, "It's only hair, slut," she reminded her as she grabbed her elbow and jerked on her leash.
Jenna, blinded by the horrible events and terrified of the future, slid her legs off the table, stood and followed Trisha as she led her back to the parlor.
Trisha had had enough of Jenna's insolence and made up her mind that she would show Jenna just who was in charge. She led the naked teacher to the parlor where two customers sitting under hair dryers stared at Jenna in disbelief as the young teen led the older looking nude buxom blonde to a spot in the middle of the store facing a mirror.
Jenna trembled and tried to cover herself from the prying eyes of the customers inside and the strolling pedestrians outside. Her bare, hairless skin bristled with goose bumps as she fought back tears.
Trisha grabbed a handful of Jenna's hair and held it so that Jenna could see it in the mirror. Trisha leaned in next to Jenna's ear and growled, "This is your next lesson for the day, slut." And with a large pair of scissors she cut a huge chunk right out of the middle.
Jenna gasp, "Oh my gawd!" as the clump wafted lightly to the floor. Jenna just stood there, clutching at her breasts hoping what she was witnessing was just some bad dream.
Trisha cut several more huge chunks of hair from Jenna's head before giving the scissors to one of the techs.
The tech trimmed Jenna's hair to a very short bob length. Trisha motioned to the other tech with her fingers, to "get the clippers".
The buzz of clippers sent shivers up Jenna's spine as she watched in horror as her head was sheared like a sheep. Large clumps of hair fell all around her and some even stuck to her tear dampened cheeks. Within seconds, her beautiful blonde hair was gone.
Jenna stood lifeless and in disbelief. Her naturally pale skin was now void of all pinkness and was white as a sheet. Jenna, shocked, stared at herself in the large mirror.
Her head was bald, she had no eyebrows or hair whatsoever, anywhere. Only her eyelashes were left, that was it. Jenna blinked back tears as she stared at herself in disbelief. It felt like her world had just come to an end. She'd even stopped breathing for a minute or so, as she tried to gather it all in.
Gradually, her narrow focus began to widen as blood eventually worked its way back to her face. In the reflection of the mirror Jenna saw Trisha standing behind her with a smirk on her face and the two techs admiring their work.
Jenna didn't know what to say or do. She felt so disgusting, so naked, so exposed. What would her students think? What about their parents, the school staff, people in general? Would she ever be able to show herself in public again? Could she ever return to St. Monica's looking like this? Could she even go on living?
Just as Jenna was beginning to comprehend the whole awful scene, one of the beauticians wrapped a heated damp towel around her head. Jenna quickly found Trisha in the mirrors reflection and pleaded to her with her eyes. Jenna felt a tremendous emptiness inside as her horrible predicament became clearer. She was standing naked in the middle of a beauty shop with a large picture window facing the street. Two patrons sitting under hair dryers were staring at her nakedness and her degradation. Two technicians were preparing to shave her head clean and there was NOTHING she could do about it.
Jenna's heart pounded wildly in her chest as the technicians busily went about their business. The towel was removed and shaving cream spread over her head. A razor dragged its way across her scalp, removing what tiny bristles were left behind. In seconds, Jenna was completely BALD.
There she stood, naked, bald and hairless in front of beauty shop patrons and the world. Jenna was mortified. She stood statue-like, frozen and unable to move or speak. Her skin tingled with wild sensations from delicate air movements that gently rolled across her hairless body. She was lost in her own world. Her mind clouded with uncertainty, fear, humiliation and anxiety. Jenna was a mental mess and it was amazing that she could still stand.
Trisha, on the other hand, was reveling in her accomplishment. Wetness seeped from her pussy as she stared in delirious disbelief at her teacher who was standing in the middle of a beauty shop, naked, bald, hairless and humiliated. The only thing that disrupted her total nakedness was the collar around her neck that supported the leash that dipped off Jenna's back and ended in Trisha's hand. Trisha could hardly breathe as she stared at the young petite Ms. Tarp. Just how much control did she really have over this tiny teacher anyway? Her mind tossed wild thoughts around like popcorn and her heart raced excitedly at the possibilities.
Her work here in the beauty shop was almost done. It was time for Trisha to force her young submissive to perform one final degrading task before they left. Trisha straightened her back and took a step back. She stood in the middle of the shop with the large picture window to her right so that passersby could see her profile. With the patrons and technicians watching her every move, Trisha jerked gently on the leash to get Jenna's attention. As the dazed and zombie-like teacher slowly turned to face her young tormentor, Trisha pointed to the floor.
Instinctively, Jenna knew what this meant and slowly dropped to her knees. She stared into Trisha's eyes, as she knew what to expect. Jenna was in a mental place all by herself. She was on autopilot and nothing seemed real around her.
The cool tile floor did little to raise her awareness to her very public surroundings and Jenna simply tilted her head back and opened her mouth. Her eyes were glazed over as she watched Trisha lift her skirt and pull down her panties. With Jenna's own hands, she gently took Trisha by her knees and helped guide her pussy onto her open mouth.
Jenna closed her eyes as the teenagers warm urine shot down her throat and filled her willing cavity. Jenna could hear Trisha moan with relief as she emptied the contents of her bladder into her mouth while everyone watched in disgust.
Jenna's heart sank as she choked down the raunchy smelly liquid as everyone groaned and turned away. She wondered how things had ever progressed this far and where things were headed from here. Here she was, in a public place, naked, bald, hairless, letting a young teenage girl piss down her throat like she was a human toilet. As she lapped at the few remaining drops of golden liquid as they were squeezed from Trisha's flexing pussy, Jenna realized her life was over. She had just sunk to a new low and now everyone would know about her perverse needs.
"They were needs, too, weren't they?" she questioned to herself as she swiped her tongue into Trisha's pussy to thoroughly clean her as best she could. Jenna listened and began to feel a little better as Trisha spoke to her.
"You did well my little slut. You're learning your place in life and how to service my needs. You've successfully passed your training session here and you should be proud of yourself," Trisha boldly stated before concluding, "And now, my young slut, we will leave this place and finish our shopping for the day with one last stop. There, you will permanently show your service to me: Ms. Trisha, your new MISTRESS."
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