ForrestDaddy42
When Jasmine woke up, she found herself naked, strapped to a barber chair…..again. Her vision was blurry at first, she thought it was Jym’s chair she had woken up in again But not was not the case.. That would have been way better than what was in store for her. Jasmine found herself secured to a barber chair inside a busy barbershop. Jazzy was in the first chair right by the front window. Everyone walking by could see her naked body. Jazz looked down in shame. When her hair didn’t cover her face, she realized what Jym had done to her wasn’t just a bad dream.
Jazz tried to scream at the top of her lings but she was gagged and virtually no sound escaped it.
Jasmine didn’t notice at first but the barbershop she was in was a full of only black men, and the place was packed. The barbershop was crowded because it was Saturday morning. The customers ranged in age from young teens/tweens to a couple of guys who looked to be in their 70s.
Jazz was scared half to death. What was going to happen to her? What were all the black guys going to do to the cute, naked little white girl?
“Well good morning sugar, I didn’t think you was eva gon wake up.” Standing behind her was a short and very round lady who was holding a comb & scissors in one hand and a cape in the other. Her shirt said ShaNaNa’s Barber and Beauty on it and clipped on her shirt was a nametag that said ShaNaNa. She had on skin tight black jean and some purple Air Force One’s to go along with her shop teeshirt. Her hair was an obvious weave that was pulled back in a high pony tail.
“What the fuck is going on?” Jazz tried to ask but the gag in her mouth kept her from being heard as she moved around trying to free herself.
“I bet u wonder what y’all is doin here don’t you, baby gurl?” She asked. “Well I’m gon tell you. Yall r goin get your hair did baby gurl!” NaNa started laughing histrrically.
“But first, you gon get fucked! Who wan go at the lil white bitch?”
Everyone in the barbershop started clapping and cheering.
“Ok.ok.ok. who gon go first?”
Almost everyone’s hand shot into the air to get the first piece of Jasmine’s ass.
The we first person chosen -h&h&&&&g& an old guy. Probably around 65-70. He looked like a broke -ass pimp. He got in front of Jazzy’s chair and started to unbuckle his belt when ShaNaNa interpretted him.
“Not out here old timer” ShaNaNa stopped him from dropping his pants down.
“We gonna put her in the private room in the back for u n*ggas” she said.
“ Leonard! Leroy! Can you please move Mizz White Bitch to do private room please.” ShaNaNa asked.
Everyone started cheering again. As Jasmine was in shock. She snapped out of it frantically shook her head NO as she was untied and led by both arms to a private back room where she was placed in another barbers chair. This chair was different. It looked very old and the barber chair looked like it had built in restraints. It was in pretty rough shape and definitely looked like somewhere Jasmine did not want to be. The chair was covered in stains on the back and both arm rests and the seat had a rip in it that looked like something gross was growing inside of it. The footrest was rusty and so was the lever that leaned the chair backwards but it still worked.
The one thing that looked new were the restraints. Jasmine was forced into the chair kicking and flailing. If her mouth wasn’t taped shut she would have been screaming. Poor lil Jazzy was strapped into the chair with her arms bound to each armrest. A strap was placed around her torso and another around her shoulders. Her legs, again, were spread wide open and both her ankles were attached to the bottom of the rusty old chair using an leather straps . Jasmine was scared half to death. She did not want to endure what was coming her way.
Once secured in the chair Jazz, just sat there staring into the broken mirror in front of her. The events from the last 18 hours played over and over in her head. She thought to herself: Why did Jym choose her? Why? What did she do to deserve this treatment? How much more can she endure? What is going to happen to her next? How can I escape? What is she going to do when she gets free? Does she call the police or handle it herself? How is she going to get Jym back for this? And where the fuck is he. I didn’t see him out there?
Before she could answer any of her questions, the the old man from out front blasted the door open then slammed it behind him. Jazz could see he was ready to go by the bulge in his pants. He wasted no time getting his dick out and immediately penetrated Jasmine’s pussy. To his surprise and hers, Jazzy’s pussy was extremely wet. Jazz had no idea why. She definitely did not want to get raped again, especially by an old black guy. But Jasmine couldn’t help it. The old man fucked her for nearly 15 minutes straight before pulling out and blowing his wad all over Jasmine’s hair. The old man was very delighted with himself as he wiped himself off & pulled up his pants. He kissed Jasmine on the cheek and said “you’re welcome” before opening the door & rejoining the crowded shop.
A minute later a young black guy enters the room. He was tall, skinny and in his mid 20s and Jazz thought he was handsome. He starts touching Jasmine’s breasts, he starts off gently, then starts to get a lil rough. Jazz is getting turned on by this but tries not to show it. Her suitor pulls out his monster cock and starts stroking it. After just a few seconds he walks behind Jazzy’s chair and blows his load on her hair.
Embarrassed he didn’t even get to stick his huge cock inside of her, he puts his cock away and runs out of the room quickly.
For the next 90 minutes or so, Jasmine is fucked and cum on or in by every customer in the place. Jasmine lost count after 4 guys had jizzed inside of her and 19 guys had jizzed on her (there were 4 more for that that she left out of you keeping score at home)
Jasmine felt so disgusting. She felt like a fucking dirty dirty slut, probably because she looked like one, and was one. Jasmine did her best not to feel pleasure but, Jasmine climaxed 3 times. Most of the 19 guys that came on her, pulled out and unload their semen into her hair. Or what was left of it that Jym hadn’t already ruined. There was so much cum in Jazzy’s hair it looked like it was soaking wet. Not to mention all the cum on her stomach and chest and the rest of her body. Jazz saw herself in the broken mirror and started balling. She started thrashing around trying to break free. But it was not happening. Several minutes later ShaNaNa opened the door. She immediately started to laugh at the cum covered slut in the chair.
“Ow gurl, they did you dirty” “ hahaha” ShaNaNa keeled over, laughing histericly. She pulled out her phone and took a few videos & pix of Jasmine. Then she posed for selfies with Jasmine in the background and posted them to her social media for all of her followers to see.
Jazz was not amused by having a picture of her naked and dripping with cum posted on the internet! This is bullshit she thought. When will this ever end? How can they do this to me?!?! Fuck!! I need to get out of here!! Her mind raced as tears poured down her cheeks! She just wanted to die or to kill somebody at this point.
ShaNaNa kinda almost started feeling bad for Jasmine as she stood there looking at her after she got done posting her pictures of the broken, cum covered slut she had tried up in her chair.
She took the tape off of Jazzy’s mouth, but that turned out to be a big mistake! As soon as it was off ,Jasmine started going off on her!
“Fuck you! You Fucking Bitch! Im calling the cops when I get out of here! You are going down bitch!” Fucking all of you! I’m going to fucking ki…..”. SMACK!
ShaNaNa wacked the shit out of Jasmine with a hair brush she had in her back pocket.
“Shut the fuck up!”
It was a clean shot, right across her cheek, that stunned and silenced Jasmine long enuf to retape her mouth and quiet her unappreciative-ass up.
“How about Fuck You, You Fucking Bitch” ShaNaNa said sarcasticly as she wiped off the back of her comb.
ShaNaNa stepped over to the corner of the room and picked up a hose that was coiled up on the floor. Right next to the hose was about a 6inch drain in the floor. Jasmine knew what was coming.
ShaNaNa walked back over to the door and closed it and locked the deadbolt.
ShaNaNa laughed “Hold on Baby Gurl” started spraying Jasmine head-to-toe with cold -ass hose water.
Jasmine froze in shock! The hosewater was fucking freezing! When ShaNaNa felt she was saturated enuf, she set the hose down and put on some kitchen gloves and proceeded to pour an entire bottle of something onto Jazzy’s soaking wet, cum filled hair.
Jazz couldn’t see what ShaNaNa pour onto her hair but it created a huge amount of lather. Bubbles were dripping all down her naked body.. ShaNaNa grabbed a scrub brush and went to work scrubbing all the cum out of Jazzy’s short bob. Once she started using the scrub the brush, Jasmine could see the chunks of cum flying off of her head and piling up on the floor. Jasmine closed her eyes while ShaNaNa relentlessly scrubbed her over and over and Over. ShaNaNa scrubbed and scrubbed Jasmine’s hair until she was satisfied that the cum wouldn’t clog up her clippers. Then she picked up the hose again and let loose on Jazzy’s head. ShaNaNa got up close and personal with the hose nozzle to Jazzy’s head. Holding it mere inches away to ensure all the cum was out of Jazzy’s groomer-cut bob.
ShaNaNa didn’t bother to rinse off the cum from the rest of Jasmine’s body no did she dry the rest of her body either. After towel drying Jazzy’s hair ShaNaNa put about a cup of what Jazz hopes is leave-in-conditioner in the palm of her right hand. ShaNaNa then rubs her hands together then thru Jazzy’s hair. She works it in until every strand of hair is coated with it. ShaNaNa wipes both of her hands off on her shirt then walked over to the door, unlocked it and swung it open.
NaNa said something and then pointed to Jasmine in the room. The same 2 guys that brought Jasmine into the back room then walked in and started to untie her. They carried Jasmine back to the chair that was right in front of the window and sat her down. As Jasmine was being strapped into the chair she saw ShaNaNa cleaning off a very large pair of hair clippers. She grabbed a couple of blades out of her drawer and put them into her pocket of the apron she just put on. Then put the clippers on the counter off to the side of Jasmine. ShaNaNa then grabbed another smaller set of clippers and wiped them off and placed them on the counter next to the other clippers. Then she picked back up the first pair of clippers again and walked behind Jasmine.
Without saying a word. ShaNaNa turned on her clippers and placed them at the base of poor Jazzy’s neck and pushed the cold blades up, first thru the already buzzed fuzz on Jasmine’s nape then another 2 inches to Jasmine’s cowlick. A flick of the wrist and ShaNaNa unloads her clipper blades and positions her clippers to the right of where they were and pushes them up to the same place and flicked the hair off again in the same way she had just done. More hair went falling down onto naked Jasmine, some sticking to the the cum that still littered her skin.
ShaNaNa moved around the right side of Jasmine’s head continuing the same motion until she got to the front. Then she moved to the left side and did the same thing. The clippers didn’t stop until all of the hair on the back an sides of Jasmine’s head was gone.
Jazzy couldn’t see herself but she knew her hair was short. The back and sides of her head were cold. She had never felt the sensation of having just stubble on her head. She didn’t like the feeling at all. ShaNaNa wasn’t done with her yet. After turning off her clippers, ShaNaNa brushed off her clippers and grabbed different blade from her pocket and attached it to the purple Oster 76s in her hand.
Another flick of the switch and the clippers roared back to life. ShaNaNa stood off to Jasmine’s right side and placed her clippers in the middle of Jazzy’s forehead while holding the back her head with her left 1hand. Slowly ShaNaNa pushed the clippers thru the short bowl cut of hair that remained on the top of Jazzy’s head. Leaving a 2 inch path of hair, about a half inch long, in its wake. ShaNaNa made short work of the hair on top of Jasmine’s head until she was left with a crude ½” flattop. ShaNaNa brushed off the freshly cut hair that stick to Jazzy’s face then brought her a mirror.
At first glance, Jasmine barely recognized herself. The 3 feet of hair that used to be her best feature was now reduced to a half-inch flattop with sides that were nearly bald. She wanted to die. What are her friends going to think? What is she going to tell them happened to her? Jasmine was devastated! Tears filled her eyes again as Jasmine faced the harsh reality that her once beautiful hair was gone.
“We ain’t done yet Baby Gurl!” ShaNaNa exclaimed. She put the big clippers on the counter and picked up the other set she had cleaned earlier along with a comb. She then walked back to Jasmine’s right side and put the new clippers at Jasmine’s sideburn and turned them on. These clippers were not nearly as loud as the 76s, but looked like they could still inflict a lot of damage to whatever hair Jasmine had left.
Jasmine didn’t think the hair on the back and sides of her head could get any shorter… but she was wrong.
ShaNaNa’s new clippers made extremely short work of the stubble that had remained around the back & ides of Jasmine’s head. When ShaNaNa got to the top she used her comb as a guide & blended in the flat top.
ShaNaNa blended and detailed Jasmine’s hair for about 20 minutes until it was the self proclaimed “Best, most perfectest & flattest flattop that anyone dun evr cut on anyone – let alone a lil ass white gurl.”
“ Wha chu think about the cut baby gurl?” ShaNaNa stared at Jasmine in the mirror waiting for an answer.
Jasmine shook her head no slowly and hung her head down low silently crying.
“Wha da fuck you mean no baby girl?!?! I worked hard on that cut for u! I scrubbed all them n*ggas cum out cho hair! And u don like it?!?! That’s fucked up baby girl!!”
Jasmine started shaking her head up and down vigorously trying to get ShaNaNa’s to see that she had changed her mind and liked the haircut. ShaNaNa looked upset. “I didn’t think so baby gurl! Ur true feelings are obvious. I can take the hint!”.
ShaNaNa walked away to a different back room, Jasmine naked in the chair with very little hair left.
There were 5 new customers also in the store leaving at the time. Seems all the others that had already fucked Jazz were already gone. One of them walked over to Jazz and gave her little nipple a squeeze and then sat back down. When he didn’t see ShaNaNa coming back, he got up and did it again, this time a lil bit harder.
Jasmine’s nipples were so sore and tender from the earlier rapes that it kinda hurt so good when he did that.
ShaNaNa barged back thru the door with a look of Determination. She grabbed her large clippers back off the shelf and stepped behind Jasmine’s chair.
Fuck! She is gonna shave all of the rest of my beautiful hair. I’ll be as bald as a cue ball. Jasmine thought.
ShaNaNa pushed Jazzy’s chin into her chest and placed her clippers at the back of Jasmine’s short flattop. Out of frustration ShaNaNa flipped on the Oster 76 clippers and pushed the from the back of Jasmine’s head forward, mowing down everything in their way. ShaNaNa flicked her wrist up throwing the freshly cut hair after buzzing ¾ of the way to the front of her head . “I tried to be nice baby gurl & leave you a lil somethin somethin, but Apparently, you didn’t want it.
So now all of it goes away.” ShaNaNa said a lil bit flustered, then proceeded to hollow out the middle of flattop she had cut on Jasmine before, leaving a crude, U-shaped tuft of hair about a half inch long on top of Jasmine’s head. . After some 5 minutes more detailing and touching up, the landing strip was finished. Then using her comb as a guide, ShaNaNa took all of Jazzy’s the remaining hair down to about a 1/4 inch. ShaNaNa finally proclaimed “Now I’m done, Bitch! Enjoy your new horseshoe flattop also called a flatop with a landing strip. You fucking slut! “ and put her tools on the counter. She brushed all the little hairs off of Jazzy’s face & neck.
Then she posed with Jasmine for a few selfies before photographing Jasmine’s head from all angles so she could use Jasmine’s new cut in her portfolio. ShaNaNa finished posting the pics she had just taken and showed them to Jasmine. Jamine couldn’t stop crying. She was so upset at ShaNaNa. Her anger was stewing inide of her.
Fucking Bitch! I look so stupid in that haircut. I mean there was like nothing left. It looks like a dudes military haircut. Why me?!? Omg I look hideous!!! Fuck that bitch I’m gonna kill her!! How the fuck do I get outta here!?!
Jasmine had never even heard of a horseshoe flattop before but she was sporting one now. After sitting in the chair for 10 more minutes someone came up behind Jasmine and covered her nose with rag and everything went black again.
When Jasmine awoke, she had no idea where she was. Hey eyes were covered . Her arms were handcuffed behind her and to something it felt like. She knew she was still naked cause she could feel the heat of the sun on her bare skin.
All Jasmine could hear was herself breathing & struggling to free herself. Other than that there were virtually no other noises.
When she was finally to get the mask off her eyes Jazzy looked around to give her some idea of where she was. Jasmine was handcuffed to a pole about 5 feet off of a road that went straight as far as the eye could see in both directions. Other than the road, was a vast nothingness that reached out to the horizon.
Jasmine sat there for hours and no one drove past her on the road. She was beginning to give up hope that someone would find her. Jasmine was hot and thirsty and didn’t know how much more she could endure. She was just about to give up hope of ever being rescued when she heard a faint sound in the distance. She scoured the landscape for the origins of the noise when to the west she saw a small object headed her way kicking up a rooster tail of dust behind it.
Jasmine got excited. Finally someone coming to save her.
The noise got louder as a vehicle approached her location. As the vehicle got closer she could see it was a blue truck. She stood up and waited for help. As the truck approached her it slowed down and came to a stop just before reaching Jasmine’s position. After the truck stopped the wall of dust following it did not and Jasmine was treated to a thick cloud of dust that overtook her and the blue truck that had stopped.
She could hear someone get out of the truck and walk towards her. Out of the dust appeared a slender man wearing ripped jeans and a stained, ripped t-shirt. He looked like he hadn’t showered in weeks but Jasmine didn’t care. She was just happy she was getting saved.
The man walked over to Jasmine and pulled the tape off of her mouth. She began to describe the horror she had been thru and was so happy he was here to save her. ” Help me. Oh thank God you are here to save me! I’ve been thru hell the last 3 days. And you are here to rescue me. Thank you so much! How can I ever repay you fo…..”
The man put the tape back over Jasmine’s mouth. He walked to his truck and grabbed some bolt cutters and chopped the metal ring Jasmine’s handcuffs were attached to. He grabbed Jasmine in a bear hug and carried her over to his truck. In the bed of the truck was a large metal dog crate. He stuffed Jasmine into the crate and padlocked it and threw a blanket over it and drove off…
To be Continued
