Susan's Descent

'However, this will be your most radical haircut yet. I am not a normal barber, and am employed for several reasons.

Now, strip for me, and get in your seat only wearing your high heels.' He said, not once breaking character.

Susan could only stare. Things were getting out of her hand, and her body was paralyzed with shock. And desire.

Her hands moving automatically, she removed her dress in one shot, discarding it around her legs, her hands immediately hiding her breasts and vagina.

'Ah now, you are a beautiful woman Susan, you should be proud of those treasures you have been blessed with. Anyway, there is no need to ask you to remove your hands. Please.' He said, pointing once again to the seat.

Nervously scooting in, she retained her hold on her parts, unsure of whether he would don the cape now.

Staying behind for a minute, he retrieved something from one of the drawers, and walked back to her.

Walking to her right, he gently moved her hand from her breasts and brought them on the armrest, and in a flash, handcuffed them to the seat, his hands moving as though they had done this a thousand times, repeating the same for her left hand.

'During this entire period, you will be restrained, a prelude to your experiences soon.' He grinned.

'So, my dear, for now, we lather and wet your hair, I don't like your length and the way you wear your hair right now. I will cut off 2 inches, it is just too long presently, and I want it to reach your mid back, long enough to be taken ahold of, pulled up into a ponytail, and pulled roughly when you are being railed, and short enough to not be a nuisance.'

Saying so, he gave her no chance to protest, and neatly swept her hair behind her, pulling it up into a claw clip, and then going to the back of the room and positioning a basin right behind her.

Reclining the chair, he adjusted such that she could now rest her neck on the basin, her body much like an incline chest press.

Smoothly unclipping her hair behind her nape, he fluffed it in the basin, getting the shower ready, eyeing her naked bound form, a true treat for the eyes.

Only screwing open the shower a bit, ensuring a slow flow that would take a while to wet her hair, he moved to her front, in front of her delectable torso.

'Let's have some fun, shall we?' He grinned, delighting in her helpless state.

Unknown to him, this early in her initiation, she was already turned on, and couldn't help but secretly take pleasure in being restrained like this already, the newness of the situation playing wonders on her mind.

The water seeping through her straight red locks, giving her scalp pleasurable sensations, while he commenced mauling her boobs in earnest.

Taking her globes in both hands, he alternated between aggressively pulling her nipples and gently massaging them, the rotation bringing innumerable pleasure to her erotic zones, her legs steadily opening themselves, hopeful of receiving his ministrations.

The water now soaking her strands, he stopped his manipulations abruptly, going behind her to turn off the water, pushing the basin away, returning with a towel in hand.

Pressing and running his hands through her wet chunks of hair, he tied it up in a towel, and returned, facing her.

'Susan my dear, we need some time for your lustrous wet mane to dry, and till then, I will scope the other task we have to do.

Our society represents a modern faction of the world, and so do our expectations.

I didn't tell you before, but anybody in their right senses would be disgusted if their gaze wandered to that pussy of yours.

You have so much hair it can be fashioned as a wig, and let's face it my slut, looking at it in the mirror, you can't even see your pussy lips!

Now that is definitely something we don't want, do we?'

'Which is why, after getting your hair right, the next task is shaving that abominable jungle of hair you have let grow carefree on your slutty pussy. Usually, we have all our beauties clean shaven, but since you are our first ever red head, we shall leave a landing strip on you.'

After sizing up her bush, a pensive look on his face, he made up his mind.

Seizing a can of exotic tropical looking shaving cream, he pressed a decent portion onto his hands, and knelt down in front of her.

Not even bothering to use her skin as a handle, her inserted 2 of his unusually long and thick fingers into her slit, using them to get a grip, and proceeded to spread the lather.

She immediately gasped, exalting in the sensation.

Long after he had finished coating the cream over her bush, his fingers remained firmly entrenched in her folds, so tight he never wanted to let go.

Since it was her first ever such situation, her cleft was sopping, her wetness enveloping his thick fingers completely, her pussy so tight he had to struggle just to move his fingers.

The members would definitely have their fun breaking this slut in.

Done with lathering her pussy flesh, he moved back behind her, untying her hair towel, smirking at her in the mirror all through his actions, eliciting peaks of arousal, their highs only climbing with intensity.

'Unfortunately, my dear, I will now be busy changing your hair, and I don't have enough hands to pay attention to your beautiful body. After all, a slut like you needs herself looked after, right?'

Saying so, he went to the back of the room, and called in the giant of the man Susan had talked to earlier. Restrained as she was, she could do absolutely nothing, and just helplessly watched as they made their way over to her, menacing and haughty expressions on their faces.

Tom, the hairdresser, assumed his original position, and went back to combing and partitioning Susan's hair, with nothing seemingly out of the ordinary.

The hunk, Jake, knelt in front of her, eyeing her now white with cream crimson pussy glistening with her juices after Tom's actions, waiting to be touched and dealt with.

Spreading her knees apart with his barrel hands to give him unfettered access to her slit, he leaned forward, and slid a finger into her pussy.

He was an expert with his hands, just like Tom, and his huge width and pointed ends increased her pleasurable sensations.

Within a few seconds, his fingers were working wonders on her clit, sliding in and out of her slit, expertly pausing and increasing his tempo, speedily bringing her to what was now the best orgasm of her life.

Susan couldn't rein herself in, and was in the throes of pleasure, jerking her body for all she was worth, only held in place by her handcuffs.

Tom left his hold on hair, the comb still stuck in her mane as she violently spasmed, screaming with her release.

Waiting a minute to be able to remove his fingers from her snatch, he brought them to her engorged tits, splashing her own juices all around her chest, smirking as he did so.

While Jake stepped back to admire his work, Tom pulled her head back to cut the inches off her hair, her eyes now looking upwards, her silky locks firmly in his grip, and started siphoning strands off bit by bit, all while her eyes lolled back, overwhelmed at her circumstances.

Jake stepped forward too, positioning his humongous torso in front of hers, seemingly ready to start mauling her breasts. Not expecting some mouth action, she let out a squeal when his mouth latched onto one of her nipples, one hand caressing her breast's underbelly, and the other roaming and kneading her other neglected breast.

Getting more aggressive and biting her harshly now, Susan tried to lift her chest and relieve the pressure, but the handcuffs on her wrists kept her from doing so, and instead presented an erotic sight, as if she was thrusting her chest to spur him on.

Not so surprising to her anymore, instead of his actions eliciting only pain, it slowly gave way to pleasure, and she couldn't help but resume her moaning again.

His biting and pinching were pushing her to the edge, all while Tom was acting like nothing was out of the ordinary, languidly chopping at her hair and shaping it, restrained and bound as she was.

Amidst her escalating screaming, Jake sunk his teeth brutally onto her right nipple, and pinched the other one so hard it looked like it would almost come off.

And that was it. The continued simulation finally released the dormant whore in her, she started buckling again, and she finally opened her mouth, moaning so loud, it threw the men off guard.

That was not the only thing that would surprise them.

In a second, her cunt lips started leaking, and she started squirting heavily for the first time ever, her juices shooting out like a hot shower, with so much force it completely drenched Jake's face. Not that he was complaining.

'Oh my, we have a squirter on our hands! Susan, my god, we are going to have so much fun with you, oh yes, we are!'

Saying so, he buried his face in between her lips, which were remarkably still squirting copious amounts of her cum, which he started lapping eagerly, as if it was holy water.

Closing his mouth, he slid up to Susan's mouth, slobbering his lips on her, mixing her juices in her mouth, enabling her to taste herself.

It felt so deranged to herself, but the lower the depths she sunk to, the more turned on she got, and she sensed this wasn't going away anytime soon.

An hour and 5 orgasms later, Tom and Jake were finally done with her, her mane now a bit shorter than before, beautifully fluffed and silky, her pussy flesh now clean, with a beautiful thin red landing strip, all ready to be presented, in between which Jake had her way with the razor and his hands, careful yet playing and edging her multiple times, the squishy sound every time he inserted his fingers now normal.

A shocking bright lipstick had been lavishly applied on her lips, and her makeup was done tastefully, but all the efforts together made her look like a slutty whore, exactly what Tom wanted to achieve. Her hair was now shorter, and reached just a bit below her shoulders, but this only highlighted her unique red color more, and they were wavy, a cross between the straight and curly tresses she usually opted for.

'As much as we would love to keep you, mine and Jake's time with you has unfortunately come to an end, for now.' Tom said.

Gently taking her hand, removing her cape, not bothering to give her clothes back, he led her out the parlor, through the reception, back to the room she had signed the contract, where she had noticed the door at the back.

Pushing open the door he ushered her into the room, she was stark naked except for her 5 inch heels, and didn't try covering herself with her free hand, afraid of inviting his wrath.

She was confronted with a X suspension, and it didn't take a genius to figure out what it was. It was made for her, and the hooks at each wing's ends left no doubt that she would be latched into it.

Next to the hooks, there was another masked giant of a man, donned in black. He was holding a flogger and vibrator, standing at attention, facing the direction to her left.

To her left there was an elevated platform, holding 5 clearly alpha males, who were smirking at her,impressed and happy with her changed appearance.

Speaking in a baritone, one of the men started enunciating.

'Welcome Susan, for the rest of the night, you will be made to perform some tasks, and if successful, you will pass your initiation, and will be commissioned into our harem, to be at the beck and call of our community.'

'Without further ado, Mark here will break you in, and we will act as the judges.'

'There are no safe words for you, this is your last chance to opt out. Once you are strapped in, you will have to finish our initiation, and your responses will determine if you meet our expectations.

So, what do you say Susan? Yes or No?'

Her gaze alternating between the viewing platform and the dungeon equipment, her chest was heaving, unaware that her body had already made the decision for her, her mind would spit out her decision in the next moments.

To be continued....