Original Draft Chapter 4

"Hehehe! You think you can escape from my finest slave confinement chair!? I won't stop shaving until you're completely free from the chair," laughed a young beautiful woman. 

Her name was Fujiko. She was the manager and owner of the Head Slave salon and spa. She was also public enemy number 1 of womens' hair everywhere. She had long black hair tied up in a ponytail, and had beautiful, yet sadistic orange eyes. She was decked out in her shop's uniform consisting of a long sleeved grey shirt, capri jeans, white sneakers, and a crimson apron. 

She gleefuly began playing with her victim's hair while setting up the timer app on her phone. Her victim was none other then Madoka. Her wrists and ankles were restrained by metal clamps on the chair and her mouth was covered with duct tape. 

"Mmmph!" Madoka moaned as Fujiko placed her phone down on the cart behind the chair and picked up an electric razor from the tray twirling it in her hand. 

Fujiko gleefully revealed her planned makeover for Madoka. "First I'm going to buzz all that lovely sliver off along with your eyebrows. Then I'm gonna run the foil shaver all over your head and face to make it as hairless as possible. I'll also pluck out all your eyelashes as a bonus. Then I'll lather your entire head and face with shaving cream and shave you with the sharpest blade in the house. We'll keep doing this until we've gone through an entire new can of shaving cream. Then I'll hot wax your entire head and face, and then I'll drench your smooth head with my patented perma-nair, oil you up, and bask in your tears as you embrace your bald life!" 

The reason she was public enemy number 1 of womens' hair everywher? She was a hardcore bald fetishist with an exception. The exception being that she cared greatly for her own hair and wouldn't dare cut it let aloe shave it all off. Her lifegoal is to make every beautiful woman in the world completely hairless. 

Despite her infamy, she was a very skilled beautician, somewhat intelligent, and had surprisngly good restraint when dealing with beautiful female customers. She would happily try to coax them to endulge in her fetish, but would not forcibly shear them if they declined. Her exclusive brand of high grade beauty products were also quite popular with women and even recieved international praise from overseas celebrities, which led to her shop becoming one of the most popular salons in the country. 

As for why poor Madoka was trapped, she had heard of Fujiko's restraing chair and immediately thought of a cunning way to gain more social media clout. She proposed a challenge where she would have to escape from all the chair's restraints before she is completely sheared. 

"Now then I'm going to start in 3.2.1.SHAVE!" Fujiko proclaimed in a mad aroused state. 

However before she had the chance to make a pass down Madoka's hair, Madoka had freed her wrists and was bending over to free her ankles. She then hopped out of the chair, peeled the tape off her mouth and hit the stop button on the phone timer. 

"10.69 seconds, Oi Fujiko you were the one that was supposed to stop the timer, my time would've been lower if I didn't have to run over and stop the time," Madoka pouted. 

"Eh!?" Fujiko dropped her clippers and froze in shock as she struggled to process what happened. "Bu But you said a complete shearing was guarenteed. I didn't even get to even trim one of your hair strands" Fujiko stammered. 

Madoka then shoved Fujiko into the chair, the automatic restraints immediatly restrained Fujiko to the chair. "Hey what are you do-Mmph!" 

Madoka slapped a piece of duct tape over Fujiko's mouth as she picked up her smartphone from the counter infront of the chair. "Its your turn now Fujiko-chan. Same rules apply, I won't stop shearing till you free yourself from all the restraints. Oh, and I won't even start shearing until you exceed my escape time. Aaaand if you somehow manage to escape faster then I did, you can make me as bald as you want, and I'll even strip nude for it," Madoka tauntingly said. 

Fujiko then gleefuly glared as her mind was filled of thoughts of shearing a nude Madoka. "Ahhhh! I'm going to savor you're extreme makeover!" Fujiko errotically thought.

 Madoka then got into position and picked up the clippers."Alright video's all set up now then lets start in 3.2.1.GO!" 

Fujiko immediately struggled as hard as she could, but she was unable to free herself. "11 seconds have passed, guess I'll start shaving," Madoka gleefully said. 

Fujiko suddenly became fearful as she continued to struggle while Madoka grabbed her ponytail and sheared it off with the clippers. 

"Looks like you're getting a haircut, but how short will you go? That depends on how fast you can break free," Madoka smilingly said as tears began to well up in Fujiko's eyes. 

Yuni was grumbling to herself as she walked down the street. "Why do I have to do this?" She groaned out loud. 

A few minutes ago a collegue at the station had ordered her to go check on Fujiko after someone reported she was forcibly restraining a girl. 

"Ugh, she hasn't shaved anyone recently, and if she's really shaving someone, I'll just end up bald as well considering she'd happily go to jail if she gets to shave someone bald." 

If Yuni was more skilled in combat, she wouldn't have these worries. She reached the salon resolved herself, and opened the door. 

"Oi Fujiko if you're shaving someone against their will I'll have to arre-Huh!?" 

Yuni was shocked by the sight that greeted her. Restrained in the chair was none other than Fujiko herself. Her entire head and face were encased in shaving cream, with only her tearful orange eyes visible. More shocking was the fact that Madoka was standing behind her with a sharp knife and a can of shaving cream. 

"Are? Looks like we've gone through the whole can," Madoka said as she dropped the empty shaving cream can on the floor and began shaving Fujiko. 

Yuni cntinued to stare in silence and disbelief. 

After finishing the shave, Madoka noticed Yuni standing by the door. "Ah! Yuni-chan Ohayo! Well is she looking good so far?" 

Yuni stared at Madoka's handiwork. Fujiko was now completely bald, browless, and did not have a single eyelash. "Serves her right," Yuni scoffed. 

"Well I still got hot wax, permanair, and oil her so I'll be here a little longer. 

"Wait Hot wax what!? She's completely hairless already what the hell are you talking about!?" 

Yuni watched in shock as Madoka continued her work. 

"Beh! Times up! Too bad! Guess you weren't able to break out in time," Madoka said as she stopped the timer. "1 hour 59 minutes 57 seconds, wow who knew shaving you would take so much time," Madoka sneered as she peeled the tape off Fujiko's mouth. 

"YOU BITCH! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME!? MY HAIR! I'LL BE STUCK LIKE THIS FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE! I HATE YOU!" Fujiko tearfully whaled. 

After being released Fujiko gathered up her hair and ran into the back room crying. A minute later two female employees walked out from the back and approached Yuni and Madoka. Like Fujiko, her employees wore the same work uniform. Also like Fujiko they were completely hairless. 

"Kyaa! Kiki's impressed you made the boss your bitch," one of the employees said. 

Yuni turned to leave however the woman named Kiki blocked her path. "Move! I'm not a customer," Yuni ordered. 

Kiki then pushed Yuni into a chair. Before she knew it her wrists and ankles were restrained by the chair. "The hell do you think you're doing!? I'm a police detective I'll-Mmmph!" 

Kiki had slapped tape over Yuni's mouth. Yuni struggled, but froze when she saw the other employee chloroforming Madoka. Madoka's body went limp and the employee restraned her in the chair adjacent to Yuni's. After gagging Madoka with tape, the employee reached into a backpack at the foot of the chair and pulled out what appeared to be explosives. 

"MMph!" Yuni screamed in horror. 

She then had an idea of who these two women really were. 

"Yaho tantei ready for an Izuhana hair raising experience?" Hanabi said. 

The two women were Izumi and Hanabi.