Samantha’s Market

Mrs. Samantha slowly opened the shop door. The day was just beginning. The shop was a bit cold, but the surroundings were messy. She needed to get to work immediately, cleaning the floors and tidying up. She needed to attract customers because that was her job. She had nothing else to do. She had been running this market for 12 years, ever since her husband’s death. Thanks to this market, she was able to care for her children and live independently. One of the hardest parts of running a market was that when there were unpaid debts on credit, Mrs. Samantha wanted to demand payment, but everyone offered an excuse. If she could be a little more ruthless, would everyone actually pay her back? Perhaps this had crossed her mind a few times.   

The debts in her credit ledger were so numerous that not even a single cent had been paid. Her late husband, John, was a very compassionate man. He gave goods to many people for free, even when they had no money, hoping they would pay back when the time came. However, this was never the case, even 12 years after his death, no one had paid a single penny of his debt.

Ms. Samantha wasn’t actually very bothered by this situation at first because she came from a poor family too. When she got married to John, they had had a very hard time buying a house. Over the years, they had been able to build this market by adding money. Of course, she was understanding with people, but this goodwill would be abused over time.

These thoughts had always captured Ms. Samanta in her mind because the market’s sales rates had decreased, perhaps five or ten people a day were finding it difficult. She had to do something. Ms. Samanta also had debts, but if she couldn’t collect what she was owed, she couldn’t pay what she was owed. She owed about eighteen thousand dollars to the wholesaler.

the next day

Samantha opened the market door and looked at the old debt ledger. Not a single cent had been paid in 12 years. Every name, every amount, tested her patience. The townspeople’s arrogance over the years, their excuses, their constant delays… it had all become unbearable.

That morning, a group of townspeople entered the shop.

“Samantha, there’s no money this week. You should be understanding,” one of them said, with a mocking smile.

Samantha took a deep breath. She had shown patience for years, but now her limits had been crossed. A cold light flashed in her eyes:

“You’ve been taking advantage of my understanding for years. Enough is enough!”

When the group entered the market, a mocking laugh echoed. That rude girl, wearing a scornful expression, spoke to Samantha:

“No, we’re not paying anything. It’s been like this for years, and it will stay this way! We’re not going to listen to someone like you!”

In that moment, Samantha was boiling inside, taking a deep breath to suppress her anger. The group was large; it was impossible to respond right away. She only watched them with her eyes, measuring their every move carefully.

“Alright,” she murmured to herself, her voice barely audible. “But you… I’ll catch you another time. And on that day… I promise, you’ll learn your lesson.”

After the group left, she cleaned the shop and tidied the area. Not many customers showed up after they left anyway. She closed the shop in the evening. On her way home, she was astonished by what she saw. Oh my God, that slut who came to her shop today was giving a blow job to a man in a side street. She secretly stepped aside, took her phone out of her bag, and took a photo. Now she had documented what she was doing. The girl who was giving the blow job noticed it with the flash of her camera. She felt very embarrassed at that moment and immediately left. The next day, she went to Ms. Samanta’s market.

Please give me those images, Mrs. Samanta, I beg you. Mrs. Samanta, please don’t show them to my family. But in vain Mrs. Samanta never cared about her and started talking with these words: “Now you little bitch, you will pay for what you did.” That girl asked, “What do you want?” Mrs. Samanta said. Samanta’s offer was very clear. Either you pay all the debts in your credit book or you will accept my punishment.”

She was about to accept the punishment desperately, there was no other option to do it, she asked, “So what are we doing?” Ms. Samantha said, “You have no right to ask questions anymore, Angelina.”

“We’re going right in front of me,” said Mrs. Samantha. She began to walk hesitantly. Angelina was wondering where she was going. They had walked through the town, two blocks from the market, and there was Stephan’s barbershop. When they entered, a young, attractive woman, Barberette, welcomed them. “Come on,” she said. Barberette knew them both, but she couldn’t understand why they were entering the shop together. “What was going on?” Samantha said, “Hello Stephan,” she said. “I’ve come here today to punish a slut.” Barberette didn’t understand at first, then nodded. “Come on,” she said. “Sit in the waiting chair. I’ll let you know when your turn comes.” Angelina and Samantha began to wait there. With each passing moment, Angelina’s heart was pounding. Fear was building inside her. Now it was their turn. “Stephan, go to the station,” said Angelina. Angelina stood up slowly and walked to the barbershop. She sat on the chair. Stephan asked what kind of cut she would like. Just as Angelina was about to open her mouth, Samantha began to speak, saying, “Start cutting it short.” Stephan simply nodded and got to work.

Stephan first cut a long bob. After glancing at her slightly, Samantha said, “Cut it a little more.” Angelina swallowed. She no longer had hair that reached her shoulders. She was about to cry. On the other hand, she was thankful that Bukka had saved her, but she had a strange feeling inside her. When Samantha said, “Continue from there,” Stephan took the scissors in his hand again. This time, he gave her a chin-length bob. Samantha looked at him out of the corner of her eye, got up, checked Angelina’s hair, and said, “It needs to be cut a little more,” Angelina raised her voice and objected. “This is too much,” she said. At this, Samantha said, “Shut up!” and slapped Angelina’s face. The blow was so hard that even Stephan was shocked. The place went cold. Samantha said, “Cut this slut’s hair in a buzzcut.” Stephan asked, “What number comb would she like it with?” Samantha replied, “1/8.” Stephan took the machine from the counter and the machine started working. VZ … Her entire head was now covered in stubble. Angelina burst into tears. She was confused about what to do. She wanted to get up and leave, but she knew that Samantha had her photo in her hand. Angelina turned to Samantha with tears and sobs and asked if it was over. Samantha’s answer was simple and harsh. We’re just getting started, my dear.

Samantha continued to speak, laughing, Angelina, you should choose a new profession for yourself, you will no longer be able to be a prostitute. Angelina was surprised by this situation, she was waiting to see what she could do. What was the most Samantha could do?

Samantha got up and checked Angelina’s hair. She decided to cut it short again. Shave her completely. Stephan, I’ll make her bald. She won’t need hair again.

Stephan lathered the soap and brushed the lather onto his head. He slowly took the razor and started scraping the front part. Angelina could no longer hold back her tears. When she finished shaving, she was as shiny as a cue ball.

After paying, Samantha called out to Angelina, “Go ahead, we’re going.” Angelina asked reproachfully, “Aren’t you done with me yet?” Samanta said absolutely not. “I’m taking you to my house, Angelina. We’ll perform one last procedure there, you and I are free from that point on.” At that time, she called a nurse friend of hers who worked at the hospital clinic on the phone. “Can you come to my house?” She asked, “Bring medical supplies with you.” Angelina was now completely frightened. When she tried to escape, Samantha tripped her and knocked her to the ground. There was absolutely no escape. Everyone on the street was looking at Samantha and Angelina. Everyone was making fun of Angelina. There was even someone who slapped her on the head and ran away. She felt incredibly humiliated. After half an hour of walking, Angelina had finally arrived at Samantha’s house.

When Samantha came home, Angelina said, “I’m giving you one last chance. Call your boyfriend and make love in my house because you’ll never experience a feeling like this again.” Angelina, unable to figure out what was going to happen, quietly said “okay” and went home. Samantha said, “don’t try to run away from home, I’ll be in the room across the street.” But she said, “come on, let’s get you ready for your lover.” She took her to the bathroom and lathered her pussy hairs and trimmed them with a razor. Her pussy shone like a diamond. She also applied some olive oil to it, which gave it an incredible shine. Angelina was waiting for her lover in the living room. Angelina’s lover arrived, and they fucked for half an hour. When her lover asked about Angelina’s bald head, Angelina’s eyes filled with tears. She couldn’t answer. Her lover left. Samantha came out of the room across the street and said, “Now make your final preparations.” Oh my God, what was going to happen? The door rang. It was Samantha’s nurse friend whom she had called on the way home. She walked in with a bag in her hand and asked, “Where is the girl?” Samantha went over to the girl, caressed her bald head, leaned in, and whispered, “Thanks to the lesson you learned today, you’ll never be able to disrespect anyone again.” She said, “walk.” We went to the other room. There was a bed in the room, a simple bed. Samantha held the girl in her arms and pushed her onto the bed. Today, she said, “You’ll say goodbye to womanhood, no one will be able to use your vagina again.” She said, handcuffed to her daughter. They handcuffed her to both sides of the bed, separated her legs, and began the procedure. The nurse first injected a numbing liquid into the vaginal lips. Then, taking a surgical needle and thread, she began sewing the vagina shut. This was incredibly painful. Even though Angelina was screaming, they continued the procedure. It hurt incredibly, but they didn’t care at all. Finally, they completely closed the vagina with stitches. The stitches were so tight, it felt like they were sewing fabric. The nurse nodded to Samantha. It was time. Samantha took the preheated iron and came. Angelina was screaming. No, don’t let me get her close. With a quick and swift movement, Samantha pressed the hot iron against her pussy and sealed it. It was such a painful experience that Angelina fainted from the pain.

When Angelina woke up, there was no one in the room and she was sleeping in her own bed. Oh my God, she said, it was all a dream. Her hair was on her head and her pussy was not sealed. Angelina thought it was a divine dream and went to Mrs. Samantha’s shop. She said, “I want to pay my debt in my name.” They both smiled. Samantha said, “Of course,” and deleted the debt from her credit ledger. Angelina was still in shock from the dream she had experienced.

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