Bianka's punishment

“Silver head! I’m going to destroy every last follicle on your pretty little head,” Fujiko giggled as she trudged towards the back. 

She was laser focused on reaching Madoka, and had pulled out her clippers as her sadistic smile kept growing wider.

Suddenly, Kurobane, Mutsumi, and a swarm of officers marched down the hall.

“EMERGENCY! We need as many personnel as possible! We're gonna bust Sayuri Benise and her high profile client!” Mutsumi yelled.

"Nakajima, if this ends up being another spectacle I will have you removed from duty," Kurobane glared.

"What? I'm just sending backup to Commissioner Myouchi."

"To Commissioner Myouchi? Very well. I'll give the go ahead and accompany you."

As Mutsumi ran off, Kurobane turned to Fujiko.

"Ah Fujiko, my apologies, but do to this recent request, I won't be present to supervise you shaving the prisoner today," Kurobane stated.

"So, just let me-"

"Your parole states you must be supervised by the head of the station when shearing a prisoner. You’re free to come back tomorrow. Since you’re here though, why not finish the job you started with Yuzume," Kurobane suggested.

Fujiko turned towards Bianka and smiled evilly.

“Yuzume, you recall what your punishment for this is correct?” Kurobane asked.

“You ordered me to shave my head,” Bianka groaned.

“Correct. Though since Fujiko is here right now, I feel it is appropriate that she be the one to finish the job she started. Fujiko, would this satisfy Yumeko?”

“Onee-sama will be pleased when I tell her I shaved this slut. Oh, and could you leave as many female staff as possible? I want them all to see this," Fujiko sneered.

“*Sigh* Very well. I do not wish to argue with you, and I must get going.”

“Wait! Please here me out!” Bianka tearfully pleaded.

“Do not worry, I’m sure Fujiko knows JUST to shave you, correct Fujiko?”

“She’s just booked for a shave,” Fujiko mused.

“Good.”

"No! Dismiss Mochi! I don't want her to see this!" Bianka tearfully begged.

"Assistant Commissioner Myouchi outranks me. Should she choose to stay-"

"But she's injured!"

"*SIGH* Assistant Commissioner Myouchi. Due to your injuries, I would advise you to head home and rest before the storm gets too violent."

"Very well. I do not understand Bianka's angst, though," Mochi stated as she grabbed her umbrella and headed out.

"Good, now she won't have to relive hell, and see me suffer. Damn you Kurobane! Why do you bend over so much for this monster's sister!?" Bianka thought as Kurobane ran out.

She then began to remissness about how Mochi used to be...

Two and a half years ago...

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN I LOST!?" Fujiko fumed.

"The vote count stands. Mochi Myouchi is now student council president," the teacher declared.

Fujiko was dragged off stage as Mochi made her acceptance speech. Back then, Mochi was still quite petite and highly intelligent, though her pink hair was longer and she far more expressive.

"Thank you everyone for overcoming the threats of that tyrant and allowing me to take the reins of the student council. My first act, will be to abolish ALL of my predecessor's strict and cruel policies. No longer will our students have to fear having their hair sheared off for breaking the code of conduct. My predecessor argued the punishment would encourage more students to follow the rules, however, she quickly abused her power in her second year of being student council president. Many of our fine students were unfairly humiliated and stripped of all their hair to satisfy that tyrant's ego. Now, the reign of terror is over!" Mochi smiled as the audience erupted in cheers.

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"Great speech Mochi," Bianka grinned as she wrapped her arm around Mochi's shoulder.

Bianka looked like a completely different person back then. Her hair was an undyed chestnut brown, and her skin hadn't been spray tanned. She was also less flirtatious then she was now.

"Bianka, I thought you eased up on your flirting," Mochi glared.

"I did, but you're my girlfriend," Bianka cooed.

"Bianka, I do not recall ever acknowledging you as a romantic partner."

"Come on, no need to be cold girl. Everyone else's already shipped us anyway."

"*Sigh* This is why I despise gossip. You know that I'll be entering the police academy once I've graduated?"

"So? I'll be too."

"Not just to stalk me I hope?"

"Oi, no need to put it so harshly. Besides I'm mainly doing it to follow in Onee-sama's footsteps."

"Reika-san huh? Very well. My apologies for the harsh comment. Compared to how flirtatious you were back in Middle school, you have certainly reformed. Though I wish you'd ease up on your flirting with me as well."

"But I love you."

"*Sigh* Is there a pheromone I'm emitting that attracts you to me?"

"Maybe. But you're also cute, smart, and strong."

"My physical strength is far lower than that of the average woman."

"I meant strong in mind and conviction dummy."

"Then strong-willed is the word you were looking for."

"Always so uptight."

"And you are always so rambunctious."

The two then burst out laughing as they walked down the halls.

Back in the present...

"Sit down," Fujiko ordered as she shoved Bianka into the chair.

Serika and the other officers present watched as Fujiko duct taped Bianka to the chair before pulling out a tube of super glue and gluing Bianka’s mouth shut.

"MMPH!?"

“Don’t worry! This glue is designed to seal mouths,” Fujiko sneered.

Bianka glared as Fujiko flipped on the clippers and drove them into her head. In seconds, her hair had been reduced to stubble. Fujiko dusted off her clippers and Bianka’s head before pulling out a can of shaving cream.

“Sorry! No hot cream today, instead you get rain-cold steel!” she sneered as encased Bianka’s entire head and face in cold shaving cream leaving just her eyes visible.

She then pulled out her sharp shaving knife and pressed it against the top of Bianka’s head. Everyone watched in terror as Fujiko slowly shaved Bianka.

“That knife is really sharp! I can’t believe they’d let a criminal like her carry it around. And damn her for encasing my whole head like that. She knows damn well I developed claustrophobia after what she did to me!” Bianka thought.

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After a torturous eternity, Fujiko was done shaving. All the women gasped in horror as Fujiko tilted up Bianka’s head for all to see. Bianka was now completely bald. Not a trace of hair remained on her head. Her eyebrows had also been completely shaven off as well.

“How’s it feel slut!? No more hair for you! Now let’s “shave” those long lashes of yours,” Fujiko taunted as she slapped Bianka's head and pulled out a pair of tweezers.

Bianka grunted in pain as Fujiko plucked out all her eyelashes. When she was done, she stood in front of Bianka and ran her hand through her own hair.

“Take a GOOD look at your queen slut! My long silky mane is my pride and symbol of my dominance. You on the other hand are a hideous hairless bitch!" Fujiko sneered.

"Mmph ngh mmph!" Bianka glared.

"Oh? So you still have some fight in you? Well, that won't last long. I've barely even begun your "shave". As for the rest of you ladies, watch as your queen displays her dominance! Watch as she stands atop a pile of shorn slaves with her silky hair blowing in the wind, and her radiant skin glowing in the light. You will ALL kneel before my dominance in due time!”

All the woman shuddered.

“No way I’d let that freak anywhere near me! I could take her down, right?” Serika nervously thought as Fujiko smiled her way.

"Now then, lets continue the shave. I won't stop until this entire new can is empty!" Fujiko sneered as she lathered up Bianka's head and face once more.

"And this time, I'm going to make you squirm Bianka," Fujiko whispered into Bianka's ear, while doing a perfect imitation of Mochi's voice.

"No way. That was a perfect imitation of Mochi's voice!" Bianka nervously thought as her eyes immediately went wide with fear.

"Ara, I can do more than that," Fujiko whispered into Bianka's ear, while doing a perfect imitation of Reika's voice.

Bianka began to tremble as Fujiko sadistically smiled.