Ophelia took the exit off the interstate highway. She was annoyed by the gps interrupting her music, but she had no choice if she wanted to get to the party at Liliana’s place. Seven miles to the next turn, a new song on her Spotify playlist came on, and one she was in the mood for. Perfect. Yet the volume of the song faded down again.
[TEXT FROM - AMY] said the computerized voice.
Ophelia looked at her passenger seat where Amy was sitting next to her. She couldn’t get mad at her friend for this when Amy was headless. How else would she talk? The collar on her neck only let her see and hear. Ophelia pressed the button on her screen to have the text read aloud.
[DO YOU THINK ENOUGH WOMEN ARE GOING TO CHOOSE TO RISK THEIR HEADS AT THE PARTY? DO YOU THINK I WILL GET ONE?]
Ophelia sighed softly and turned the radio down. Amy had been headless for the last two months. The head she had was repossessed from too many missed payments. Amy never explained what happened to her original head other than that she had to sell it. She used to behead herself for fun, but being headless without a head to put back on her neck had worn her down.
“Of course there will be. Remember, everyone has to risk something. People like walking around at parties, so not many will cut off a leg. And people drink, too, so you can’t hold an arm and a drink at the same time. I think a lot of people will opt to decapitate themselves.” Ophelia chose not to answer if Amy would be lucky enough to get one of these heads.
Amy took a breath in. Her shoulders relaxed when she let it out. She began typing on her phone again.
[TEXT FROM - AMY] Ophelia accepted again. [I HOPE YOU’RE RIGHT. I HAVE TO RISK AN ARM OR SOMETHING, I DON’T KNOW YET. WHAT ARE YOU CUTTING OFF?]
“I’m still deciding, too! Like, I might cut an arm off - it’s why we both wore sleeveless dresses, right? But I think I could still decide to chop my head off. Just take someone else’s head, not mine, okay?” Ophelia laughed, but Amy was already typing on her phone.
[TEXT FRO-] [IF SOMEONE ELSE GETS YOUR HEAD, HOW WILL WE DRIVE HOME?]
Ophelia thought about it for a moment. “They won’t. Besides, one of us can use your collar to drive back if we absolutely need to.”
Amy started to type something, paused, then deleted it. She typed again.
[TEXT FR-] [IF YOU GET SOMEONE’S HEAD AND I DON’T, YOU’LL AT LEAST LET ME BORROW IT, RIGHT?]
“Of course, Amy. I might even trade it to you for those sweet titties.”
Amy didn’t need to send a text for Ophelia to know she was laughing. She turned the radio back up. They both listened to a minute of uninterrupted music before the gps chimed in again.
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Fiona and Victoria were cuddled up in the back of an Uber. They were mostly whispering to each other to keep their conversation private. Thankfully, their driver got the hint and didn’t interrupt them. They didn’t consider that the driver was spooked when Victoria got in while holding her permanently severed head.
“Okay, this Lily party-“ said Victoria, her head in Fiona’s hands.
“Lee-lee. L-i-l-i,” Fiona interrupted. “It stands for Leave-It-Lose-It.”
“Fine, LILI party. How does it work exactly?” Victoria continued as Fiona rolled her eyes. “I know, I know you already explained it, but the rules are important, right?”
“Yes, they are. Just listen this time. So everyone there will choose something to cut off in order to enter the party. If it isn’t valuable enough, the choice is rejected and you pick something else.”
“Like, a head or an arm or a pussy are valuable, but like, a toe or a hand wouldn’t be enough.”
“Exactly. I think they will let you combine sometimes, like both hands might be enough, but if you don’t plan on doing that it doesn’t really matter. Besides,” Fiona continued, gently rotating and turning Victoria’s head while she did, “You already have your head removed, so your choice is already made~”
Victoria squirmed against Fiona. Her fingers played with her neck stump. “Mmm, fine, but can’t I pick something else?”
“There’s no point. Everything cut off is fair game, so you would only be risking more to cut off more without a benefit for it. Since you can’t ever put this dumb thing back on your neck-“
“Hey!”
“-Your head is what you risk leaving and losing tonight.”
Victoria was both pouting and smiling. “Well my head may be a dumb thing, but your head is both dumber and thingier!”
Fiona squinted her eyes shut. “What does that even mean?”
Victoria laughed, silently snaking her hand above her girlfriend’s head. “Remember, you’re the one to make it so your head can, at any moment, do THIS!” She grabbed a handful of Fiona’s hair and pulled up. After slight resistance, Fiona’s head lifted into the air with a small pop. Fiona’s eyes fluttered before staring into space. Her jaw slackened and exposed the tip of her tongue.
The suddenly decapitated Fiona jerked in the car seat. She forgot about holding Victoria’s head and dropped it in her lap. She blindly reached up for her missing head and smacked Victoria’s hands, causing her to drop Fiona’s head as well. Both of their heads wound up by their feet on the car floor. Neither of them could see what they were doing as they struggled to sort themselves out again.
Once Victoria had her head held in her own lap and Fiona’s reattached head regained awareness, they looked at each other. They unsuccessfully tried to stifle giggles. After cuddling up again, Victoria picked up the conversation.
“Okay. Person makes a choice. The choice gets accepted. They cut off that part and go into the party. What happens then?”
Fiona cleared her throat. “They socialize. Drink, talk, meet people, roam Liliana’s mansion, eat. You know, party stuff.”
“Yeah, I know that stuff. What I want to know is how to get what other people cut off.”
“That’s pretty simple. Be the first to touch it when they leave it behind. Ergo, Leave it lose it.”
Victoria furrowed her brow. “What do you mean by leave it behind? Like, they leave the party without it or something?”
“No, not that far. Only about fifteen feet or so.” Fiona adjusted herself. “Somebody sets down their arm to grab a drink, walks a bit too far away into the other room, someone else touches the arm, and boom - that arm has a new owner.”
“Oh wow.” Victoria thought for a moment, then looked worried. “Could someone grab the part and move far enough away and steal it? Like would someone be able to take my head?”
“Oh no, even though I would ~love~ to take your head away, that won’t work. No one can move part of someone else further away from them if they don’t want them to. The whole place is enchanted to make this work. The best someone can do is—“
“Alright, we’re here,” said the driver.
The couple hadn’t realized they stopped. “Oh, thank you! Let’s go, babe.” Fiona stepped out of the car and held her hand out to Victoria. Victoria put her hair into Fiona’s hand, curled it into a fist, let go of her head, then used Fiona’s arm to get out of the Uber and guide her headless way.
Fiona held up Victoria’s swaying head. “Better be more careful with this dumb thing when we get in the party.”
“You just worry about keeping your own dumber thing on your neck before you act like a headless chicken again.”
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Charlotte Little was next in line. She was waiting for the two girls in front of her to finish choosing what they would have removed. It was impossible for her not to overhear them or watch what was happening.
“Make sure you cut it evenly! I don’t want to walk around with a botched stump,” said the girl with red hair and a curvy figure in a little black dress. She bent forward to put her head face down in a padded hole in the table.
“Kelly, they’re professionals. They were hired specifically to do this,” said her friend with jet black hair. Charlotte could only tell she was Asian and had a similar build to Kelly, just slimmer at the waist.
“Shush, Yuko, I know that,” Kelly snapped. “Well? I’m waiting, Mr. Professional!”
The suit-wearing worker did not speak. He responded by brandishing his Sonic Knife. He put his free hand on the back of Kelly’s head. He lined up the knife midway through Kelly’s neck. One simple slam down severed Kelly’s head from her body in a single painless stroke.
“Ouch! You should be more gentle with your guests!” Kelly stood up straight with a slight wobble, then fished her head out of the padding. She held her head in both hands with her breasts resting on top of it. “Are you ready yet, Yuko?”
Yuko was facing away from everyone but another worker. Her dress was hiked up, hugging her butt and definitely exposing her privates on the other side. In a moment, Charlotte was shocked to see a rather large cock complete with balls in Yuko’s hands.
“Now I’m ready.”
“Took you long enough.”
“Keep talking to me like that and I’ll stuff this dick right in your mouth.”
Kelly rolled her eyes with a red blush crossing her face. They both began walking through the true entrance of the party.
“Hello, Miss. What would you like us to remove for you?” One of the workers was looking right at Charlotte. His patience radiated from practice.
“Oh! Um, well, I- my head, I suppose.”
She stepped up to the same table the rude girl Kelly had just used and put her head in the same way. The edge of the table was pressing into her massive chest uncomfortably, but what else was new? They always got in the way. As she considered cutting them off instead, she felt the blade decapitate her. The interruption of her thoughts caused her to jump.
“Thank you,” she said. She stood up straight, turned, and even took two blind steps before remembering she needed to bring her head with her. As she turned around, she felt someone pick her head up. “Oh!”
The worker turned her head to face himself first. “Try to make this the last time you forget to bring this with you.” He smiled at her, then turned her head so she could see her body. After a somewhat clumsy handoff, Charlotte thanked him again. She tucked her head under her arm and walked into the mansion proper.
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Liliana was waltzing through her mansion. She was pleased; over a hundred people had shown up for certain. She was not surprised to see many had opted to cut off their left arm, but she was pleasantly shocked by how many more were holding on (rather tightly) to their severed heads. She saw a man and a woman each with a leg removed struggling to get around. She talked for a bit with a woman who had her immense removed breasts hanging in her bra while it was slung on her shoulder like a purse.
She took a moment to hold her face steady. It was mounted on a stick like a masquerade mask. Her head was flat and blank skin where her face had once been. She delicately tipped her glass and drank a bit of her wine. Liliana was one of few to choose to only remove their face. She held pride that her mask-like presentation was not replicated.
Laughter sprang out from behind her. She turned to look. She was wrong to expect nothing; a group was all watching one headless man who wasn’t holding a head. She recognized that this man was close to leaving it behind.
He stepped slowly around. His footsteps were agonizingly small, knowing that a bit too far in the wrong direction meant a bit too far from his head. He crouched down and started crawling, drawing more laughter from the crowd. He moved closer to Liliana, only by a foot or so, when he kneeled upwards and clawed the air above his neck.
“I got it! Oh my god I got his head!” A woman’s voice exclaimed. There were laughs and applause and gasps in equal measure. Liliana saw a woman holding two heads come around the far corner next to the newly headless man. One head was feminine and blonde. The other had a well trimmed black beard. Both began speaking. “Oh, Trish, JuSt YoU wAtCh, I’ll HaVe ToO mAnY hEaDs To cArRy!”
The man couldn’t hear the mocking of his girlfriend. He was having a difficult time standing back up. Both of Trish’s heads saw something surprising that Liliana had started to laugh at; he was pitching a tent in his pants. Trish set her male head down and attempted to reattach her blonde head to her neck, but it wouldn’t stick.
Liliana walked up to the struggling couple. The man had begun touching his torso and neck aimlessly. She lowered her face to the male head. “No reattaching what you cut off while you’re at the party. It makes it harder for one person to hoard a lot of parts and prevent more changes of ownership.”
“Oh, got it.” Trish thought for a second. She tucked her man’s lost head under her arm, then balanced her own head’s stump on her palm of the same limb. She turned back to her decapitated man. She grabbed his shoulder before he tried to walk off. “I thought he would be freaking out more than this.”
“More enchantments at play. Can’t have a runaway body ruining the event.” She looked down briefly at his crotch to see he was touching himself. “You can use a room if you’d like.” She winked. Trish blushed on both heads. Liliana twirled her face mask in a single circle before lifting the mask and walking on her way.
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Fiona led Victoria away from the minibar to find a place to sit. She was cradling her girlfriend’s head in her right arm and holding a glass of wine. Her left arm was missing.
Victoria held a glass of wine in one hand while her other hand held Fiona’s shoulder. She blindly followed as she often did. Fiona’s severed arm was hooked over her shoulder next to her short neck stump.
“A lot of the tables are taken,” said Fiona.
“What about over there?”
“If you’re pointing from behind me, I can’t see it.”
“To the right of…wait. Is that — oh my god, CHARLOTTE!”
It was Charlotte. She was sitting on the end of a circular couch with her head on her lap. It was held in place by her back-problem-inducing chest. She had been leaning over for a glass of beer on the coffee table in front of her (nearly smothering her head in the process) when she heard her name. She looked up confused, then recognition hit her eyes and they sparkled.
Victoria moved past Fiona as fast as she dared while not holding her own head. She watched herself from Fiona’s grasp, not taking long to get to where Charlotte was and give her a hug.
“Careful, babe. You nearly left your head behind to me,” Fiona said. She had stopped walking, hoping for exactly that, but Charlotte had not been far enough away. She resumed walking up to them.
“Oh hush, I knew she was close.”
The three girls all sat down. Conversation flowed about jobs and relationships and friends. They drank modestly for a time, but still drained their drinks soon enough. Charlotte went off to get them refills. She came back with her hands full of alcohol and her head snugly wedged between her breasts.
Victoria stared from Fiona’s lap with her mouth open. “Holy crap, Charlotte, our boobs are big but they could never hold my head like that!” Victoria continued staring in awe as Charlotte put the drinks down.
Charlotte dug her hands into her cleavage. She pulled her head up. “Sorry, were you talking to me? My ears were totally blocked.”
They laughed after Victoria grabbed her head from Fiona’s lap and repeated herself. Fiona looked down at her chest. She loved smushing her girlfriend’s head between them (sometimes just to shut her up), but she was right; they weren’t going to carry a head on their own. Maybe she should buy bigger ones? Did she really want to deal with that much back pain?
“Hey Fifi, help me for a second?”
“What is—“ is all Fiona said before she felt the familiar yoink of her head being pulled off her body. She jumped in her seat. She reflexively tried reaching with both arms to grab at Victoria, forgetting her left arm was laying on the table. Her attempt caused her arm to fall to the floor and hit her funny bone.
“Okay, here’s hers next, hehehe,” said a muffled voice. Victoria held Fiona’s lifeless head out. Charlotte finished pushing Victoria’s head deep into her cleavage to the point where it was entirely hidden. She took Fiona’s head and started the same process. She was barely able to wedge the second head between her breasts and the front of her dress. It felt to her like it was threatening to fall out.
“Okay, two is definitely the limit,” Charlotte’s head said from the table. “Mine isn’t going to fit in there too.”
“What was that? I can’t hear y-ow! Hey!”
Fiona was smacking Victoria and pointing at her vacant neck. Her severed arm was back on the table and had its fist clenched. Victoria, her head encapsulated by breasts, could only see darkness and blindly swatted back at Fiona. The headless women started play fighting each other like children.
“Okay you two, knock it off—aaah!” Fiona’s arm smacked Charlotte’s head. It fell, rolled face-down, then crested over the edge of the table. The fall caused her head to roll a few feet further away. Charlotte could only see away from their bodies. “I didn’t mean knock off my head!”
A few party guests turned their eyes to the unfolding events like wolves hunting prey. They stared at the three headless beauties all in various states of struggle. Their eyes widened as the standing one staggered off-balance, making the inert head perched on her bosom bounce out of her top and drop to the ground.
Charlotte kicked it, not realizing the head went under the table by the couch the other two were still wrestling on. She got down on all fours and started to crawl around. She moved too quickly, panicked about possibly losing both her own head and Fiona’s.
Victoria’s head was shaken and jumbled between Charlotte’s tits. “Hey! Hey! Pull me out so I can guide you! Hello? HELLO!”
Charlotte couldn’t hear her from where her head was. She continued scouring the ground. A pair of feet in heels stepped in front for her vision. She moved forward faster. “No no no no—“
Hands touched her head. Then there was nothing. No sight, no sound, no pressure of her cheek on the ground. She had managed to distance herself from her head. It belonged to someone else now.
She slammed the ground with her fist, then staggered to her feet. She raised her hands in front of her and began walking. She turned and twisted as her headless body threatened to trip at any moment. She bumped into someone and felt their hands turn her around. She blindly staggered on her way again, her new headless reality known but not quite dawning on her yet.
But then she heard something. The party, muffled, was reaching her ears again. She felt her head, but it was dark. It was wedged somewhere soft and jiggly. She stopped walking and began digging between her breasts. Her hands touched her head - but wasn’t this Victoria’s head?
“Victoria? Fiona?” Her voice - it was Victoria’s voice. She turned around and saw the couch with her friends sitting on it. Only Fiona had a head. They got up and approached her with her arm out.
“At least only Charlotte lost her head, right? Here, I’ll take you back before she—“
“I am Charlotte.” It felt weird to hear what was Victoria’s voice say that. She gripped her new head tightly in both hands. “I…it’s my head now.”
Fiona looked confused. She turned back to look at her girlfriend. “Victoria?” She briskly stepped back over to the couch.
Victoria’s headless body undulated in her seat. Her hands smacked and dragged on her neck stump and the couch. Fiona grabbed her girlfriend’s thigh while it raised up and down irregularly.
“You had to go and screw around with our heads while we were here of all places,” she said. She didn’t sound angry. “I warned you not to lose track of that dumb thing. Now look at you. Your head is Charlotte’s now.”
“I…” Charlotte started. She went mute. She looked around. “Do you know who got my head?”
“Some girl named Yuko. I only know because her friend yelled at her like she didn’t deserve to get something first. Oh, and before you ask, Victoria willingly gave her head to you. That’s why you could walk away with it and claim it - And you didn’t even do it on purpose.”
Charlotte couldn’t respond. She just stood there clutching her new head and watched Fiona pull Victoria to her feet with her one arm.
“C’mon, chicken. You aren’t going to get a head sitting here. We need to mingle.” Fiona grabbed her severed arm and wedged it between her attached arm and her body. Victoria’s hand found Fiona’s shoulder and clenched tightly. “She looks good on you, Charlotte. I’ll see you later. We’ll see if she does.”
Fiona walked off. Victoria followed as she often did, with just a bit more unbalanced sway to her step.
Charlotte watched for a moment, then looked around for a sign of her original head. It was nowhere to be seen. Neither was Yuko or Kelly. She stood for a while pondering how she was headless like Victoria was now for only a minute instead of…well, maybe forever.
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Yuko left the bathroom holding her dismembered cock and her new head. She walked over to Kelly. “Hey, I’m back.”
Kelly turned away from the second floor balcony. She was struggling to hold her head and two wine glasses. She thrust Yuko’s glass outwards. “Here, take this before I drop my head already!”
Yuko looked down at her full hands. She decided to shove her cock into her attached head’s mouth, then used the newly freed hand to grab her drink.
“Ew! I hope you washed that thing before you grabbed it.”
Yuko tried speaking but got muffled by her own shaft. It started to twitch in her mouth. Then she remembered her severed head and spoke with it. “Of course I washed it.”
“Ugh, whatever.” Kelly held her head steady to sip her wine. She stared at Yuko’s new head with a thread of a scowl.
“What is it?” Her blonde head asked serenely. Her true head widened her eyes for a moment and fought back tears (her tongue-teased cock was growing into her throat). Yuko tried to play it cool by drinking her wine. Her glass trembled.
“You know that head should be mine. I saw it first.”
Both of Yuko’s heads choked for different reasons. As she composed herself, Liliana happened to finish ascending one side of the grand dual staircase that led to the balcony they were on. She listened as she walked to the banister. She carefully tilted her mask face to overlook the first floor foyer below. Not many people lingered there, save for two decapitated dames sitting right below her. She recognized them as friends of Victoria and Fiona.
“Amy, where do you want to go next? We should walk around more,” said Ophelia. Her head rested on her lap. She lazily stroked her brown hair.
Amy typed on her phone with one hand. Her left arm was folded in half on her lap. She finished typing.
Ophelia checked her phone and read the new text. “You can’t be serious. If you want a free head, you’re going to have to move to where one might be.”
As Amy began typing again, Kelly grew more agitated. “Come on, hand it over!”
“No! You’re drunk and delusional. I got this head fair and square.”
Kelly wedged her redhead under her left arm that was holding her drink. She stomped towards Yuko and made a grab for her severed head. “Give it to me!”
“No!” (“Gulk!”) Yuko’s attached head was tilted back to accommodate how far her cock had grown in her throat. She was staring at the ceiling and from her waist, which was disorienting, even without being two glasses of wine deep and nursing her own throbbing cock. She sidestepped Kelly once and wound up behind Liliana without ever seeing her.
“But it should be MINE!” Kelly lunged forward. In the lunge, her head squeezed out from under her arm and dropped to her own feet. Her long steps forward caused her to kick her own head rather hard. It flew and rolled to the far stairway and fell over the top step. Kelly staggered in place. She clawed and swiped at the air as her severed head bounced all the way down the stairs to the foyer.
Yuko had dodged again, but bashed Liliana from behind. Liliana’s mask handle slipped from her grasp and plummeted straight down over the banister. Both Yuko and Liliana turned to face each other. Yuko had shock written on both faces (and tears streaming from her top face’s eyes). Liliana patted down the flat faceless front of her head before panicking towards the banister and using it to guide herself down the stairs.
“Amy. Seriously. A head isn’t going to just fall into your-“ thwap
Liliana’s face landed face-up on Ophelia’s knees and became hers instantly.
“-lap?” said Ophelia, through the mask face. She lifted it by the handle and stared at herself like two mirrors facing each other. She didn’t see Amy stand up and practically run from her seat, letting her left arm flop to the ground.
Amy saw the bouncing head the moment she could have. She got up and started running for it. She heard the redhead say “Nobody touch me!” before grabbing it by the hair. Senses flowed to her like a fireworks explosion. She turned the head in different directions to confirm she really could see from it. It was hers! She had a head again! The doubling of sounds from the collar and her ears was too much; she gladly pulled the collar off and stuffed it in her purse.
Ophelia turned her new face outwards in time to see Amy walking towards her. She was holding a pretty redhead with a gleaming smile by the hair. The redhead spoke. “What was that about going somewhere to get a head?”
Ophelia’s masked face kept looking at Amy’s new head while her original face looked at the ground by Amy’s feet. “You nearly left your arm behind there.”
“Who cares? I’m not headless anymore!” Amy danced in circles and giggled.
It was then that a faceless woman approached them. She was accompanied by one of the workers from the entrance. When he started to speak, she stopped walking.
“Excuse me, Miss. Congratulations on receiving Lady Liliana’s face, per the rules of the party,” he stated. He continued before Ophelia could respond. “Liliana would like to make an offer to get her face back.”
“Oh, I…thanks. Thank you,” stammered out Ophelia’s new face. Liliana visibly recoiled from hearing her own voice from someone else. “Um, what kind of offer?”
Liliana began gesturing towards the worker’s general direction. Ophelia correctly guessed it was sign language. “She has a collection of parts that would normally never leave her possession. However, you have her birth face. She is willing to trade in your great favor to have it back.”
As Liliana nervously wrung her hands together, a headless woman in a black dress blindly stumbled down the last two stairs of the stairwell. Her back foot caught the last stair and she fell on her side. She writhed on her back and reached erratically to the sky. Her tits jiggled out of the top of her dress. Kelly, not just decapitated but headless, rolled onto her hands and knees. She crawled in panicked circles searching for any sign of her missing head.
Ophelia, Amy, Liliana, and her worker all walked deeper into the mansion to see the trade Ophelia and Liliana could make. Yuko did not see them depart with Kelly’s head; she had taken her sweet time walking down the stairs. Her new head was gazing at her helpless headless “friend” in the foyer. Her free hand was sliding her cock in and out of her throat.
“Oh, Kelly, you selfish bitch. (Mmmmff) Look at you. (Ack, uck) You really are too greedy for your own good. (Gulk!)”
Yuko kept a healthy distance as Kelly wobbled her way to her feet. Kelly turned, not knowing she was facing Yuko, not knowing her fat chest was fully exposed. Her hands grabbed the air. Her somewhat long neck tilted in all directions like a flailing water hose. She wavered as she walked in a zigzag forward that Yuko easily avoided.
“Didn’t you know?” Yuko pumped her cock faster as she stared at her bumbling buddy. She was close to fruition, and Kelly’s unintentional show was providing everything she needed to finish. “One in the hand is worth two in the bush? Mmmmm!”
Kelly took several steps sideways to counter-balance and stay upright. She rotated and bent at the hips spasmodically, spinning her and her tits in circles. Her hands clawed at her empty neck and her shoulders. Kelly wasn’t walking anywhere, finally paralyzed in place without a way to direct herself, continuing to bounce and gyrate and shake her headless body.
Yuko was reduced to low volume moans and slightly higher volume choking sounds. In a few seconds of higher intensity thrusts, she froze entirely. Her massive cock blasted its load down her throat. Its throbs pressed out her neck from the inside. She caught her breath with her second head. In time, she slowly slid her sensitive member out of her mouth, cleaning it with her lips on its way up.
Kelly was unaware of any of Yuko’s ministrations, or of the few people who had seen them and laughed at the spectacle. She had resorted to touching her own body and finally discovered her breasts were exposed. She covered them quickly, then shame set in. She began walking forward with her arms ahead of her, only knowing she wanted to be anywhere else, blindness be damned.
Yuko followed her. After all, she was heading to the exit. If Kelly thought it was a good time to leave, even without a head, then who was Yuko to argue? She had a fantastic night.
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Charlotte giggled to herself again. She had drank quite a bit that night, and everything she was saying in her new voice sounded so funny to her.
“Fiooonaaa, look at my stooopid heeaaad!”
She laughed. She didn’t know how long impersonating Victoria would be humorous. She was going to live it up while it lasted. Besides, it helped her ignore the thoughts about her own stolen head. She hadn’t seen it since she lost it, and figured she would never see it again.
Charlotte walked back to the entrance hall. People had already been leaving, and it was getting late. She noticed workers helping people at the exit. Some were getting parts put back on. She noticed a headless man getting a collar; it seemed to let him see his friend (girlfriend?) holding a male head, which she kept away from him.
“Nu-uh! It’s mine now!” Her own head was back on her neck. “And don’t you ‘But Trish’ me about it! You even said you would keep my head for yourself if you could!”
The man didn’t answer in words, just gestures. Soon enough, they walked out of the mansion.
Charlotte lifted her head up to her neck and pressed it down. She released her head. It tumbled off her neck into her cleavage and stuck their face down.
“Huh? But I’m leaving!”
She tried again. And again. No matter what, Victoria’s head would not connect to her neck. The workers came over to assist just as Ophelia and Amy came up behind her.
“Hey, that’s…oh, Victoria lost her head?! We have to call Fiona and ask what happened!” Exclaimed Amy.
“Wait, you know Victoria and Fiona? Oh! Ophelia! It’s Charlotte! And who are you?”
“HUH? It Amy! You know me-wait. I have a new head, duh.”
“Char, what happened to your head?” “And why did you take hers?” Ophelia had two heads on her body, each of them speaking a sentence.
Charlotte explained what happened as best as she could. “So that’s why this is my head now. But I can’t figure out why it won’t stick to my body!”
Amy cleared her throat. “Um, that’s because Victoria cut it with a Sonic Knife setting that made her beheading permanent. That head won’t ever connect to a body again, even if your neck could allow it.”
Charlotte’s jaw dropped a smidge. “So…I’m stuck carrying my head from now on?”
Ophelia responded. Her heads bounced her sentences back and forth. “Or wedging it between your boobs.” “It’s not all bad.” “At least you got a head for the one you lost.” “You could be Victoria right now.” “Very true.” “I know.” “Carrying it isn’t all bad.” “Just don’t drop it down a flight of stairs.”
Amy giggled at that. She shoved her severed arm back on her stump and flexed the freshly attached limb. “Did you drive?”
“No, I called a cab.”
“Ride back with us, Charlotte!” “You’re close to me.” “To us.” “Well, both works I guess.” “I’d rather have my own name, thanks.”
All of the girls stared at Ophelia’s new head for a split second.
“We’ll talk about that later, when it’s just me…I mean us.” “Fine by me.”
“Then let’s get going.”
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The steady rumble of the car on the road was soothing. So was Fiona’s thigh under her hand. She simply sat there in near nothingness and relaxed. It was this peace of mind I that made her enjoy being headless in the first place. She guessed she would be experiencing a lot more of that quiet in her days ahead.
Victoria felt Fiona move away from her. She held up her hand. Fiona eventually took it and guided her out of the car. She walked in darkness, easily following and trusting her girlfriend’s hand.
Stop. Go. Stop. Hand around her waist. Hand in hand, go. Stop. Rumble of an elevator. Lips kissing her headless neck to make her shiver just as the elevator stopped. Hand guiding her again. Stop. Go…past her? Into their apartment. She walked forward on her own as Fiona locked the door behind them, a thing she could only assume.
Victoria navigated her way straight to their bedroom and started stripping down, tasks that didn’t need a head. She did fumble a step or two to find their clothes hamper, but realized her dress would need to be dry cleaned. She dropped it to the floor, then stood in the doorway in her underwear to block Fiona from coming in without touching her. She waited for an unknowable amount of time before arms embraced her from behind!?
(She was already in here? When I was getting undressed?)
Victoria rotated in Fiona’s arms and playfully smacked her girlfriend’s shoulder. She felt Fiona’s body move as she laughed. They embraced tightly. Victoria received more passionate kisses on her flat, forever headless neck.
Forever headless. The thought was both scary and scandalous. She squirmed as the kisses continued, both of their hands roaming each other. She felt their bed on the back of her calves. She felt Fiona kiss down her neck, her chest, her breasts, her abs, before getting pushed back onto the bed and having her legs spread open.
Victoria toyed with her neck stump and gripped her tit tightly as Fiona’s face went between her legs. She gyrated slowly in pleasure. It took only a minute for Victoria’s hand to bury itself in Fiona’s hair. It never took Fiona long to get Victoria off; her thighs squeezed together and vice-gripped Fiona’s head. Victoria wasn’t thinking when she lifted her thighs to her chest and Fiona’s head came with them.
Fiona, decapitated without warning for the third time in the same night, still shook in shock and freaked out for a second before trying to grab her head. She reached between Victoria’s legs but it was already gone. She climbed onto the bed and slid up Victoria to find her head but found nothing.
Victoria had pulled it up and dropped it off of the bed above her. It sat on the floor barely under the edge of the bed, with Fiona’s eyes blankly staring at the wall. It would rest there for a night’s sleep of hours as the two headless girlfriends cuddled for the night until it turned into dreams.