Flattopped
***Warning, this story contains graphic sexual content. If this isn’t what you enjoy reading you may want to skip this story ***
OH! OH!….AH!AH!…UH! UH! UH! UH!
Megan, feeling the climax approaching, slid her panties down and rubbed frantically back and forth over her clit. When it hit, it hit with a vengeance! Her hips thrust into the air and her back arched and she screamed out as her juices shot a foot into the air and arced back down over her legs and feet. This was followed by a second and a third wave with her juices continuing to erupt out of her. When the orgasm finally subsided she was left gasping for air and grinning from ear to ear.
She had never cum so hard in her life. She had read about “squirting“ but never experienced it before now. She slowly continued to rub her mound savoring the moment and rolling her head from side to side. But wait…something was different. Where normally she felt some resistance from her hair against the pillow, now there was none.
She bolted upright and looked back at the pillow. It was covered in her long curly red locks. Her hands flew to her head. It was smooth as a baby’s bottom. Not a trace of hair still attached. The entirety of her gorgeous waist length fiery red hair, her defining feature, had been shorn from her head while she slept then the perpetrator somehow brought her to the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced. She screamed hysterically at the top of her lungs, bringing her roommates and neighbors running to her side.
The police investigated the crime scene. There was no sign of forced entry. No, she didn’t have any enemies. No, she couldn’t think of anyone that would want to see her bald. No, she doesn’t have a family history of mental illness.
Her roommates were the only other people in the apartment. They did not hear or see anything unusual. None had a motive for doing this to her and seemed genuinely upset by this too. The police were stumped.
Megan was transported to the hospital to be checked out. The doctors found no evidence of sexual intercourse nor any sign of injuries. However, the hair follicles on her head were completely gone. She would never regrow her hair and would be bald the rest of her life.
A week later Regina, a 27 year old college student, slept in bed with her latest boyfriend. She was exhausted from studying for college midterm exams and zonked right out the minute her head hit the pillow.
She awoke with a gasp yelling “OH FUCK, OH FUCK, OH FUCK” as the tidal wave gathered energy in her core headed for her vagina. When it hit, it unleashed an intensity, the likes of which Regina didn’t know existed, causing her to squeeze her pussy with both hands as her back repeatedly arched up off the bed and wave after wave of this intensity roared through her leaving her feeling helpless like she was just along for the ride.
She collapsed spent from exhaustion when the orgasm subsided, panting hard and peeling off her soaked panties. She looked to her boyfriend de jour thinking he was responsible, only to see a terrified look on his face.
“Are you possessed?! What the fuck just happened to you?! And what happened to your hair?! You’re b-b-bald!” He pushed her away and stood in the corner of the room staring at her, not knowing what to do.
Regina looked at her hair lying on the bed then sprang to her feet and raced into the bathroom. Normally, her long chestnut hair would bounce when she ran but now her head was so much lighter. “MY HAIR!! IT’S GONE!!! WHAT DID YOU DO?!!
“I didn’t touch you! I swear! We need to call the cops.”
The police came and investigated the crime scene again finding no evidence of forced entry, no known enemies, and no clues to go on. They questioned the boyfriend for hours but in the end released him for lack of evidence or a motive. They could also find no connections between the two victims. She too had not been sexually violated, and she too would be permanently bald.
Anita, a 21 year old barista from the south side, awoke strumming her clit furiously like Eddie vanHalen on his Fender guitar as her legs and hips convulsed and quaked uncontrollably and streams of her juices shot through the air time and time again reaching greater distances each time.
Once the orgasm of all orgasms subsided, she recalled reading about girls having similar experiences and losing their hair and her hands immediately shot up to see if her long straight black hair was still there. She was relieved to feel hair there, but that relief was short lived as she soon realized that the hair she felt was just a small cap of hair on top that stopped an inch above her ears and eyebrows and everything below that was shaved to the skin, a perfect bowlcut. Though she had hair, like the other victims the lower portion would never grow hair again and the follicles of the hair on top had been altered to stay at this length forever.
Jade, a 28 year old hairstylist from the downtown corridor, awoke screaming with her eyes rolled back in her head squeezing her mound and writhing spastically as she was overcome with pleasure only to later realize that her waist length blonde wavy hair was now permanently cut into a horseshoe flattop.
Kat, a 29 year old Uber driver from the suburbs was startled awake by sharp twinges in her nipples and a growing pleasure in her core that she rode to its epic conclusion with the aid of the toys in her night stand. Drenched in her own sweat and juices she rolled over to be surprised by a mouthful of loose hair in her mouth. She was even more surprised to feel tight short ringlets of hair where long straight brown hair should be. Dashing to a mirror she gasped in horror as she realized she had her grandma’s poodle perm with a perfect round ball of short tight curls and neatly shaved to the skin over the ears and up the nape.
Sammi, a 26 year old grad student awoke and felt the intense sensations building in her nipples and cunt. She had read the stories of the other girls and her logical mind posited that if she could avoid the orgasm she could save her hair. She slapped and pinched her clit, dug her nails into her thighs, and tried to think of the least sexy thought possible (her grandpa naked came to mind). Try as she may, she could not hold off the impending storm. If anything, she just made it angrier. When it hit, it hit with full fury. She clenched the sheets with both hands as her body arched up off the bed to the left then the right releasing a fire hose of her juices around her room. On and on it went until she was physically spent and left shaking and panting curled up in a ball while she clenched her mound over and over to calm it down saying “oh my god, oh my god, oh my god”.
She knew what came next. She laid there in bed not wanting to feel her head or look in a mirror because her hair was still on her head until proven otherwise. The orgasm had exhausted her enough she was able to nod off briefly but eventually awoke and knew she couldn’t put it off forever. She sat up and looked down at the bed. It was covered in strands of her long brown hair and her juices. She then looked at the mirror across the room. Her once gorgeous main of flowing locks was now a ridiculous looking Chelsea cut. Her head was shaved smooth except a dorky section of fringe that hung down to just above her eyebrows. With tears in her eyes she grabbed the trimmer she uses on her bush and buzzed off the remaining hair then called the police. In hindsight, her logical brain told her that rather than fighting against the orgasm she could have just felt her head to see if her hair was still there, but also realized that by edging it she increased the intensity so there’s that.
The public was scared and wanted results from the police who so far had no suspects. The newspapers dubbed the culprit as the “Phantom Barber” or “The Hair Fairy”. Religious zealots accused the victims of being involved in satanic rituals of the flesh.
Of course, this brought out the copy cats. One guy who wanted his girlfriend bald used manual clippers to shave her but got caught with his “hand in the cookie jar” trying to bring her to orgasm. Police could not connect him to any other victims so he is awaiting trial for just this one case.
One month earlier…….
“John, I’m sorry but the government is not happy with the progress you are making and is discontinuing your funding. We have too many other projects lined up, so I need you to stop work on this and move on to something else.”
John had been working on project PBNB (powned by nano bots) for over two years. The goal was to develop nano bots that could eliminate a target using an app. John had the app that integrated with a phones camera to target an individual. The nano bots would then form tiny drones and fly into the mouth, nose, or ears of a target then make their way to different parts of the body to await kill orders.
The problem was he couldn’t get it to reliably work in extreme weather conditions or where there was no WiFi. The termination commands were hit and miss too.
Disappointed in the news, John went to a bar for a drink. While waiting at the bar to order a beer, a beautiful girl with long chestnut hair walked up and cut in front of him.
“Excuse me Miss, but the line is behind me”.
She ignored him and waved the cute bartender over with the long fiery red hair to order a drink.
“I said excuse me Miss but I was here first!”
“Keep your pants on buddy, ladies first!”, the fiery red headed bartender scolded.
“But I was here first and have been waiting patiently!”
“Listen Poindexter! You weren’t here first so take your square 50’s haircut and piss off!”, the line cutter yelled drawing the attention of everyone in the bar.
John went to the bartender at the other end of the bar to get his beer then sat down at a table fuming. His shit day had just gotten shittier. In his anger he pulled an airtight box out of his backpack labeled PBNB and opened it. He then opened the app on his phone and targeted the two girls with the camera. This activated his nano bots to form tiny drones and fly into every available opening they could find.
He didn’t want them dead, but his nano bots could exact his revenge in other ways. John had been bullied his entire life. When he was young, his dad, to save a few dollars, took him to the cheapest barbershop in the area owned by an old barber with a reputation of giving shorter than you want out of date haircuts. His dad told the old barber to give him a regular boys haircut and the barber skinned the sides and left him with an ultra short flattop.
John was teased by all the kids and withdrew from all social contact into the world of his computers. His dad forced him to maintain that flattop until he moved away to go to college, and by then he accepted it as his identity so he still wears it that way even today. He graduated with honors from MIT and landed a great job with a prestigious tech company, but remains socially awkward.
He decided that since the two girls had made fun of his haircut, how about if his little nano bots gave them a little haircut of their own. And to add insult to injury, he programmed his little nano bots to head to the nipples and vagina after the haircut to really give them something to remember him by. No sex they had after that day would ever be as good. Their best orgasm would forever be linked to the horrible day they lost her hair.
The best part was that once the deeds were done, the nano bots would regroup and evacuate the body the same way they entered then return to the landing pad on the box John carried them in.
Revenge is a dish best served cold so he set a few week delay on their haircuts and scheduled the attacks in the middle of the night on different days for each.
He never went back to the bar and didn’t stalk the women so he had to wait for media coverage of his nano bots’ deeds. Several other women had slighted him since then and he always had his nano bots at the ready. He even scanned in a variety of haircuts and a randomizer into their programming so the nano bots’ haircuts were chosen at random. His boss at work joked that if his nano bots had been as successful as whoever was doing these haircuts they’d still have the government contract. John laughed, but secretly he was relieved they lost the contract . His nano bots weren’t killers, they’d found their true calling. He is currently working on a Mod to program for men. He is anxious to try it on himself.
The police still have no suspects and the attacks continue. They do have this message for the public though “Watch out ladies! Be careful who you offend!”
