Epilogue

In an undisclosed location, a woman clad in light blue capri jeans, white slip-on sneakers, and a turquoise strapless bra top, sat down in a salon chair. At either side of her were two women, one with short blonde hair clad in a dress and heels, and the other with long green hair clad in a blue floral Hawaiian shirt, khaki shorts, and brown sandals. 

"So this is the new recruit. Tch, her hair is messy, but within regulatory length," the blonde-haired woman snarled. 

"And you're not going to "discipline" her, ma'am?" the green-haired woman smirked. 

The blonde-haired woman let loose a malevolent grin as she caped the woman in a crimson cape and grabbed a pair of hair clippers. Bleached blonde hair plummeted to the floor in seconds with the seated woman soon finding her head and face encased in shaving cream. No mercy was given to her hair or eyebrows as she was shaved smooth, yet the woman didn't bat an eyelash, or show any emotion in the slightest. 

"Ah, should've worn my uniform for this. I get way more turned on when I'm punishing garbed in it," the blonde-haired woman cackled as she grabbed some tweezers. 

"But then we'd be found out. Secrecy is the name of the mission."

"Should've worn boots at the least. Leather's a close second for me after my uniform," the blonde-haired woman scoffed as she tilted back the seated woman's head.

Yet as the blonde-haired woman ensured the seated woman would be physically incapable of batting an eyelash at her new look, by plucking each each and every one out, the woman didn't show any sign of discomfort, or even make a sound. All she did was breath, blink, and instinctively close her eyes. 

"Wah, this is putting me off. She's not even grunting," the blonde-haired woman scowled as she encased the seated woman's head and face in hot wax. 

The lack of sound or emotion from the seated woman as she was unwaxed, also got the green-haired woman in agreement. "OK, no grunting from a wax? Yeah, real unsettling. She's like a robot now." 

"But that has its benefits. Can't refuse a loyal and unquestioning soldier now, can you?" the blonde-haired woman sneered as she encased the seated woman in depilatory cream. 

The room went silent, save for the sizzling of the the cream destroying the seated woman's hair follicles. A minute later, the cream was all scraped off, and the seated, now completely bald, woman, was given an oil massage before being uncapped. 

"Damn, no moans, no reaction, makes me wanna shave someone just to hear em scream," the blonde-haired woman snarled. 

"Good thing we have a whole platoon full of nothing but hairless woman, courtesy mostly of you, as if we didn't, she'd stick out like a sore thumb," the green-haired woman smirked. 

"She better be as good as they said she was. I don't want her being a determent to the team at the Chess Olympics." 

"Oh, I'm sure she won't. Going by her rating, she's clearly the real deal. Now lets get back so we can get her integrated proper, ma'am."

"RECRUIT! ABOUT FACE!" the blonde-haired woman ordered. 

The bald woman rose out of her chair, turned, and saluted. "Ma'am, yes ma'am!" 

[Volume 4 End]