I awoke at 2am on Friday to a loud crash outside. I tried to close my eyes and go back to sleep but the loud banging sounds continued. “What the hell?” I muttered to myself. Was it raccoons in my garbage cans again? Could it be a burglar? I slipped on my pants and a hoodie and grabbed a baseball bat just in case. I flipped on the outside light and went outside. It was fall and the air was cold outside. I exhaled and saw my breath. I went towards the source of the sound and I couldn’t believe what I saw.

Face down, surrounded by my knocked over trash cans was a young woman, completely naked. I couldn’t see her face from behind the cans, but her bare ass was in plain view. “Just what in the fuck?! What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I shouted at her. She was obviously very drunk or on drugs, I thought. No response. Maybe she passed out. I gulped and hoped she was still alive. “Can you hear me?” She didn’t respond, but at least she confirmed that she was alive as she started to move. She put her hands on the ground and slowly began to lift herself back up. My evening had already become pretty unusual, but nothing could have prepared me for what I was about to see.

The naked woman stood up. I completely froze in terror and a flight or fight response briefly kicked in. She had no head atop her shoulders. “Oh my God!!” I screamed and jumped back about five feet. I quickly silenced myself, hoping not to wake the neighbors. If they did, at least my fence would block their view of this bizarre sight. I felt myself shaking. “What the fuck… where is your head?! How are you alive?” Was she alive? Was this just the reflexes of a corpse? Had the dead risen from the grave? I glanced at her neck, where her head should be. There was no bloody wound, just skin. I could see her breath coming out of a hole on the top of her neck. She was breathing and zombies don’t breathe. I think.

The headless girl outstretched her arms and blindly felt around for a wall. She began to walk in the opposite direction and bumped into my fence door. She began to feel around the fence, looking for a way out. She didn’t seem to be attacking me, either. If she was a zombie, she couldn’t eat me, anyway. Besides, don’t headshots kill them?

I glanced around the trash cans for her head. I didn’t see one. I slowly crept towards them and looked inside. I didn’t see any sign of a severed head. “Can you hear me? Is anyone home?” I asked. I got no response. I gulped, mustered up some courage and walked towards her. As I got close, she moved her hands from the fence and she felt my face. Startled, the both of us jumped back from each other. The headless body landed flat on her butt and clutched a hand to her chest. It seemed we both surprised each other. I walked back over to her, grabbed her hand and helped her back up.
I noticed she had crossed her arms and was shivering. It was awfully cold out, especially if you aren’t wearing anything. I sighed deeply. “I hope I don’t regret this.” I took her hand and slowly guided her into my house.

Inside, I finally got over the initial shock and got a moment to look at her. While it was warmer in the house, she was still shivering. Even though she was covered in cuts, bruises and dirt and, you know, was missing a head, her body looked like it was in pretty good shape. Really good. She had long, beautiful legs, a perfectly shaped ass, an hourglass waist and very large, nicely shaped breasts. I found myself fixated on those amazing boobs as she pushed them together with her arms crossed. I snapped out of it. “We need to get you warmed up, cleaned up and some clothes.”

I gently took her by the hand and walked her into the bathroom. I turned on the shower and made sure the water was warm but not too hot. I walked her into the shower. The water started getting in her neck hole and she began to choke. I quickly moved her out of the way and she seemed fine. “Okay, mental note, don’t put water in the breathing hole.”

I handed her a bar of soap. And… she just stood there with the soap in her hand, as if she didn’t know what to do with it. In fact, she probably didn’t know what to do with it. The girl had no head, so I would guess she doesn’t have a brain, either. But then how could she be alive and move around? Maybe all her movements were just reflexes from her spinal cord, like a headless chicken or snake or something. She was probably just going off instinct and had no thoughts or mind. But… even though a guy kept a headless chicken alive for some time, humans weren’t like that. That is, unless she was like some freak of nature. Well, okay, obviously she was a freak of nature because she’s a woman with no damn head.

After pondering this for a minute or two, she was still just standing there holding the soap, and I got frustrated. “Fine… I guess I need to do everything myself.” I sighed. I took off my clothes and stepped in. I took the soap from her and began to lather up her body. In response, she started to rub her hands on my body as well.

As I felt the contours of her body, I couldn’t help myself and got a boner. Even without a head, her body was extremely sexy. I hadn’t ever done this with someone so hot. I soaped under the breasts and weighed them. I felt her nipples and they were hard. Was she aroused? I got the urge to fuck her really, really bad. But I couldn’t do that. I had just met this girl and I had no way of communicating with her. Forget asking her for consent; is she even capable of consenting to anything if she has no mind? Does she have a mind or consciousness at all? Then I thought that if she doesn’t have any mind or thoughts, then she certainly wouldn’t mind, right? Then I thought that probably wouldn’t hope up in a court of law.

While I was thinking about all this, I accidentally poked her with my dick. “I’m sorry, I…” She seemed confused and started touching it, as if she wasn’t sure what it was. “Oh no…” She began to play with my dick more and more, the pressure was building and… I reached orgasm and came all over her. My jizz washed off her and down the drain. I had just gotten a hand job in the shower from a headless woman. I was kind of stunned and embarrassed. She was still going at it after the fact, seemingly unaware of what happened. I gently removed her hand from my junk, finished washing her and dried her off.

“Do you know what just happened?” I ask her. No response, she just stood there. “I guess not… well, that’s good… I guess…” I shook my head. “We should really get you dressed.” I put the headless girl in one of my t-shirts and gym shorts. I sat her down on the couch and looked her over, puzzled.
“Just who are you?” I muttered, mostly to myself. She seemed to be deaf and blind, if she had any mind at all. That would make sense, given she has no eyes or ears. “WHAT are you? Where did you come from? How did you get there? And most importantly, what happened to your head? Did you lose it somehow, or did you never have one in the first place? Do you have a brain? Is there anyone in there? Or are you just a mindless body?” She didn’t reply to anything. She just sat there, stretched and crossed her legs. What nice legs, I thought. I probably wouldn’t get any answers to my questions and somehow that made her even more attractive to me. The mystery of it all. I didn’t know her name, what her face looked like (if she even ever had one) or anything about her. Yet I had explored her naked body in the shower and had an intimate moment with her. She was completely anonymous. I thought that was really hot.

Then another thought occurred to me… what was I going to do with her? Tell the police? Donate her to science? Is she some kind of runaway experiment that people will be looking for? Should I just let her go where I found her? She could freeze out there, get hit by a car or shot by a terrified person, I thought. I decided to just keep her here until I can figure out what to do. I closed the shades of all my windows so nobody would see a headless girl walking around in my house come morning.

Anyway, I was tired. I turned the sofa into a bed, gave her a blanket and laid her down in it. I fell onto my bed in a heap and passed out.

A few minutes later, I woke up again. Something had bounced onto my bed. I opened my eyes and didn’t see anyone. I looked down a little and came face to face with the girl’s empty neck stump. She snuggled up next to me and I embraced her. Maybe there was someone in there after all? As we cuddled with each other, she gently rubbed my hand. “This is nice…” I thought as I nodded off.