Ides of March Part 4

Fujiko emerged from the back wearing nothing but one of the salon's towels and her muddy white sneakers. She had elected to take a shower while she waited for Madoka and had just finished drying her hair. She brushed her hand through it as it glistened in the light as Madoka walked up to her holding a pen and a legal document.

"If you sign, someone goes bald, guaranteed," Madoka smiled.

Fujiko breathed heavily and grinned sadistically as she signed the document. "Take a seat, sweetie."

Madoka took off her hat, pulled out her phone, and placed the two of them on the counter in front of her before turning to Yuni. Yuni was crying tears of relief to see Madoka. It took everything Madoka had to keep a straight face and avoid punching Fujiko. Fujiko then prepared her tools and placed them on a cart next to Madoka’s chair.

"You're not even going to bother putting some clothes on?" Madoka asked.

"Nah, I'm gonna be making out with you all anyway so why bother. Though I'll keep the towel on as long as you're recording. The masses don't get the honor of seeing my nude body. I'll only strip once the cameras are off and you've all been enslaved, though Yuni-chan has already seen me nude. As for my muddy sneakers take a GOOD hard look at them. They'll be one of the last things you remember as I stomp all over you!" Fujiko sneered as she held her foot mere inches away from Madoka's face.

Madoka spat on the bottom of Fujiko's muddy sneaker, as Fujiko giggled and slammed her foot down on the ground. She then turned to Yuni. "Don't worry, you’ll get to see your one sliver of hope BROKEN before your eyes. AHAHAHAHAHA!"

Emeri began live streaming as Madoka explained the challenge. "All right I'm now in the clutches of the psycho bitch herself, Fujiko. All I have to do is escape from all four restraints binding me before Fujiko shears me. I'll be given 10 seconds before Fujiko turns on the clippers and makes the first pass. If I fail to break out before my head is completely buzzed, it’s an automatic loss and not only will I be subjected to a humiliating permanent hair removal treatment, but Hakkai-chan, and maybe even the legendary Milfmilk69 will also be going bald. Even if I do break out before I'm buzzed, we'll still get shaved if Fujiko escapes faster than me. With so many things against us how will me and my cute assistant walk out of here with any hair left? Will I be changing my name to Baldini-chan, or will I make a great escape!? Keep watching to find out!"

Madoka then set up the timer as Fujiko grabbed a roll of duct tape and slapped a piece of it over Madoka's mouth. She then pressed a button on a small remote which caused metal shackles to emerge from the chair and restrain Madoka's wrists and ankles.

"Mmph ngh mmph!" Madoka cried as she appeared to struggle desperately.

Fujiko laughed and caped Madoka with a clear cape before picking up her phone. "WHAT A DUMB LITTLE SHEEP, BLEAT FOR ME! AHAHAHAHAHA! I’ll make sure you’re so traumatized and obedient, that you’ll all BEG for daily for maintenance. Don't worry, you've got 10 seconds left before I enslave you. SAVOR THEM! 3,2,1 GO!" Fujiko maliciously smiled as she pressed the start button.

In the blink of an eye, Madoka freed her wrists, before bending over to free her ankles and then hopping out of the chair to press the stop button. 3.15 seconds was her time. Madoka showed her time to the camera while Fujiko struggled to process what happened.

"Eh? EHHHHHHH!? H- H- HOW'D YOU GET OUT SO FAST!? IMPOSSIBLE! THE REMOTE WAS ON THE COUNTER AND THOSE SHACKLES ARE SUPER RESTRAINING! BE- BESIDES YOU SAID "SOMEONE GOES BALD GUARANTEED", I DIDN'T EVEN GET TO SNIP ONE HAIR OFF YOUR HEAD!"

This was the first time Fujiko had ever been truly shocked in her life. Even her loss in the student council election didn't shock her this much.

Madoka then pushed Fujiko into the chair and pressed the button on the remote. She was now restrained just like Madoka was. Her towel had also flown off during the process meaning she was now completely nude with the exception of her sneakers causing her to go red in the face with embarrassment.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? YOU CAN’T- MMPH!?”

Madoka slapped a piece of tape over Fujiko's mouth and smirked. "It’s simple, you just got to escape in under 3.15 seconds, if you do you get to turn me and Hakkai-chan into Baldini-chan and Cueball-chan. If you fail, then you're changing your name to Smoothieko! Ready? Go!"

Fujiko desperately struggled. 4 seconds passed, and she was still restrained. Madoka chuckled and caped Fujiko before picking up the clippers and making the first pass. Tears began to flood out of Fujiko's eyes as Madoka mercilessly began shearing her.

“MMMMMMMMMMPH NGHHHHH MMMMMMMMMMPH [NO! THAT’S MY HAIR! MY BEAUTIFUL HAIR! MY PRIDE! MY CROWN OF DOMINANCE! NO DON’T YOU DARE! DON’T YOU DARE SHAVE MY HEAD]!” Fujiko cried.

Her makeup instantly smeared and her face became flooded with tears as her smooth silky locks plummeted to the floor.

After buzzing Fujiko’s head, Madoka mercilessly mowed the clippers all over Fujiko's face, shaving her eyebrows off in the process. She then lathered Fujiko's head with shaving cream, before picking up the tweezers and plucking all her eyelashes out. Once finished, she lathered up the rest of her head and face with shaving cream, leaving just her eyes and ears exposed.

She then shaved Fujiko with the sharp knife on the cart, and continued to lather and shave Fujiko until both cans of shaving cream were empty. She then ripped the tape off Fujiko's mouth before replacing it with a glob of hot wax before Fujiko could utter a word.

"MMMMMMPH NGHHHH MMMHPH [NO PLEASE STOP]! Fujiko cried as Madoka encased her entire head and face in hot wax and placed wax sticks in her nostrils and ears before quickly ripping them out. Once the wax was dry, Madoka ripped it all off in one go. She continued to wax Fujiko until the bottle was empty.

Next, she slapped a new piece of tape over Fujiko's mouth before putting on the gloves and dumping the entire bottle of depilatory cream all over Fujiko's head and face. Fujiko let out a loud muffled scream as the cream destroyed any chance of her ever having any hair again.

After scraping off the cream, Madoka took off the gloves and oiled Fujiko's head and face. She then slapped Fujiko's now hairless head and blew in her ear causing Fujiko to turn red in embarrassment.

"All done! Feelin smooth, Smoothieko?" Madoka snickered as she took off Fujiko's cape and ripped the tape off her mouth.

"YOU BITCH! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME!? MY BEAUTIFUL HAIR! I LOOK LIKE A FREAK!" Fujiko cried.

The once long-haired Fujiko was now the completely bald and hairless Smoothieko. She no longer had eyebrows or eyelashes, though her skin was now smoother and more radiant than ever. Her smeared makeup had been wiped off, though her eyes were still red from crying. 

Madoka then strapped a gag-ball on Fujiko before smacking her head one final time causing Fujiko let out a loud muffled moan as tears rolled down her now bright red face.

"Well looks like our hair is safe. Thanks for watching and be sure to like and subscribe!" Madoka smiled.

Emeri ended the livestream as Madoka freed Yuni. Once free, Yuni tearfully hugged Madoka.

"Don't worry, we got the evidence to the police, and gave that bitch what she deserves! That's what she gets for hurting my friend. Hurry, we’ve got our ride outside, we might be able to save your hair if we get you treated," Madoka nodded.

Yuni and Madoka ran and hopped into one of the black sedans parked outside. As they drove away, a woman with ankle-length silver exited the limousine that had been parked next to it and walked into the salon. The woman had titanic breasts and heterochromia. She wore a grey T-shirt, torn capri jeans, and white sneakers. While she looked young enough to pass off as a highschooler, she was actually 40-year-old Harumi Ginkawa, the head of the Ginkawa family and richest woman in the world by net worth. She was also Madoka's mother and Emeri's aunt.

“Ah, Auntie. You ready for me to film your video?” Emeri asked.

“Hell Yeah! I’m gonna wreck that bitch!” Harumi said in a cheery voice.

Emeri braced herself for what she was about to witness as Harumi walked over to Fujiko and injected the immobilization serum into her neck. Fujiko groaned in shock and rolled her eyes back to see the woman behind her.

“Heh heh heh! You’re gonna look so dumb when I’m done with this. Since this stuff takes 30 minutes to kick in, I guess I'll have some fun before the main event” Harumi said with a derpy expression on her face.

Harumi retreated into the back and came back with unopened cans and bottles of shaving cream, wax, and hair removal cream. She then slipped off Fujiko's sneakers and began smacking Fujiko's head with them leaving muddy shoe prints all over her head and face.

"Might as well wash all that mud off. And don't worry, I'll make sure to make use of EVERYTHING you planned to humiliate that poor girl with, little miss birthday girl." Harumi glared as she tilted Fujiko's muddy head into the sink.

For the first time in her life, Fujiko was terrified.