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Vanishing Virgins by Roger Hastings Ebook Version Exposing The Virgin by Roger Hastings, Bdsm The captive Edith Odette hangs in the ruthless Dr. Valentine's dungeon, her virginity about to be torn asunder, but first, her modest wedding dress must be removed in a humiliating scene of surrender

Copyright (c) 2004 by Roger Hastings, All Rights Reserved

“Such a lovely wedding gown you’re wearing, my dear Miss Edith Odette. It would be a crime for you to let any harm happen to it.” Dr. Avernus Valentine, a PhD in human biology, reached out and lifted her chin with his forefinger. “Such a lovely girl you are—too lovely, in fact, to conceal your beauty with clothing.” He smiled and stepped back to his upholstered chair facing her. Sitting down with a joyous sigh, he leaned back and folded his hands together under his chin, grinning as he eyed the trembling form of the terrified young girl.

       The tall kerosene lamps on the elegant tables and wall sconces shed a warm, inviting golden glow on her body, enhancing and emphasizing her bountiful breasts, waist-length auburn hair, and the luscious curves of her petite, virginal body. The windows facing the enclosed courtyard revealed a crescent moon winking lasciviously at her through drifting clouds embroidering a purpled velvet evening sky.

       “You’re hideous,” Edith replied, her terrified blue eyes glancing at the two henchmen gripping her arms on each side of her. “How can a man of your exalted education and long-established social advantage treat me with such a depraved manner?” She lifted her chin. “I am the daughter of Lord and Lady Odette, and the promised bride to Lord Alfred Odell-Leighton. My father is a judge and will see to it that you all hang for your impudence and discourtesy to a lady!”

       Dr. Valentine shifted his tall, lean frame in his chair. “You fail to understand your situation, my dear. It is precisely whose daughter you are that appeals to me. I went to great expense and risk to obtain your body for my personal advantage, and to share your intimate beauty with my well-paying clients. I am a man of business, the carnal pleasure business, and captive aristocratic girls like you are my stock in trade. My clients pay me handsomely in gold for the opportunity to enjoy the intimate sexual pleasures of an aristocratic girl’s naked body.”

       The men holding her grinned, exchanging winks.

       Edith shuddered. “Is that what you intend to do to me? Abominable!”

       “I intend,” Dr. Valentine said with a quiet laugh, “that you should remove your now-useless wedding gown, and all the other clothing that you are wearing.”

       “Never!” She spat out. “You repulsive, insufferable beast!”

       “I’m sorry to see you so rebellious, my dear. Disobedience to me is rewarded with brutal pain in my underground lair. I have experts at obedience training waiting for you in the deep cellars below this very room. But first, we are all anxious to view the delightful feminine charms of your naked body.”

       Edith’s jaw tightened. “I will never suffer the degradation of undressing in front of you.”

       “Very well, then. We’ll remove your clothing for you—slowly, so we can savor your agonizing embarrassment.” Dr. Valentine nodded to his henchmen. They forced Edith’s arms up and locked her wrists in the cuffs attached to chains dangling from the ceiling. Then they removed her high-buttoned shoes and spread her white-stockinged legs wide and locked her ankles in cuffs chained to ringbolts in the floor. One of the men turned the crank on the post behind Edith, pulling up on her wrist chains, stretching her body tight. When they finished, they strode away, standing beside Dr. Valentine with their muscular arms folded, one on each side of his chair, grinning as they anticipated Edith’s initiation.

       Dr. Valentine shook his head at Edith. “Since you stubbornly refuse to accommodate our desires by voluntarily removing all your clothing, my expert with scissors must do it for you.” He beckoned to the butler to open the parlor door. Two figures entered, and Edith shrieked in panic.

       A pretty young girl, naked except for the leashed collar around her neck, crawled in on her hands and knees. Behind her was a bald and naked male, his physique squat and muscular, his beefy body only about four feet tall, every inch of him unmistakably masculine. His one hand held the girl’s leash and a long, wicked crop. His other hand held a shiny pair of silver scissors, working the blades open and shut. He, too, wore a wide black leather collar, but his had gleaming brass letters riveted to it. They spelled out two terse words, ‘Obey me!’ Lifting up and out from his crotch was a surprisingly long, ponderous cock, elevated and enhanced by a cunning harness that exaggerated its already terrifyingly impressive size and length. An array of gleaming, somewhat pyramid-shaped golden studs decorated the encircling leather strap just behind his cock’s head, their blunted tips diabolically intended to inflict punishing pain, but not injury, while stroking deep inside a defenseless pussy. His stiffened cock danced and waved about as his squat, bulky, almost primate-looking body waddled toward Edith. He herded the collared girl along with blows to her already welted ass from his black leather crop. It was even longer than he was tall, and he wielded it with gleeful precision. The girl crept around in front of Dr. Valentine, her head down, tears dripping from her soft brown eyes as she moved in between his legs. The little man put down his crop and handed the leash to Dr. Valentine. He paused next to him, waiting for orders.

       “This is Borga; he trains my female pets,” Dr. Valentine said to Edith. “I thought that should be his name because he loves to bore into pretty girl’s orifices. I’m sure he will make it excruciatingly plain to you why I gave him that name.” He reached out and patted his shiny bald head. “This stubborn young girl refuses to remove her clothing for our amusement. Can you make an even more entertaining spectacle of her?”

       His voice was the scrape of rough gravel underfoot. “Yes, Master Valentine. It will be a pleasure.” The scissors quivered impatiently in his grip.

       “You may begin.” He nodded to Borga, then spread his legs wide and spoke to the brunette girl hovering between his thighs. “Begin.”

       She fumbled with the buttons of his fly, spreading it open and reaching in with her petite fingers. She carefully pulled out Dr. Valentine’s already swelling cock and kissed it tenderly.

       Borga marched up to Edith, gazing up at her face, grinning wickedly at the panic-stricken girl reduced to whimpering. He scooped up the bottom hem of her wedding gown and slid his stubby fingers under her frilly petticoat and glided his fingers slowly up the length of her leg, from her ankle to her knee. His giggle was a mixture of gulping snot and the snorting of a pig.

       “NO! NO!” Edith screamed. “STOP!” Her arms and legs strained with the effort as she tried uselessly to twist away from the stubby, groping fingers.

       Dr. Valentine spread his legs even wider, settled back in his large chair, and sighed with ecstasy at the sight of Edith struggling helplessly. He stroked his fingers through his kneeling captive girl’s long, silky blonde hair. She serviced him with her ruby lips as he enjoyed Edith’s sobbing cries and screams, and the sensual feel of his girl’s fingers caressing his cock and balls.

       Borga reached up and petted Edith’s quivering belly, nuzzling his head against the inside of her thighs, sniffing and rubbing his nose against her crotch. He stepped back and lifted the hem of her gown again. His scissors nibbled into the cloth, snipping away a fragment about an inch square. Bit by bit, with unhurried technique, pausing occasionally to step back and admire his artistry, he snipped away at her wedding costume and frilly lace petticoat. As minutes melted together into an hour, tiny piece by tiny piece around the perimeter of her gown disappeared, exposing an ever rising view of Edith’s shapely legs in white silk stockings. Her frail, lacy fortress of modesty was gradually breached with delightful ease. In the first half-hour, one foot of her beset wedding gown and petticoat lay in pieces like erotic confetti on the polished marble floor under her scandalously widespread legs. At the end of the hour, her alluring knees came into view. Borga ducked under her shortened gown, reaching up to caress the crotch of her panties. She screamed and desperately thrashed against her chains, frantically trying to escape his touch. Borga giggled and moved out from under her, grinning and winking at his master and the two men. The butler standing at the door had unbuttoned his fly, also grinning as he fondled his throbbing cock.

       “I’m sure by now, my dear,” Dr. Valentine said with a shake of his head and a shaming ‘tsk-tsk’, “that you can feel the cool draft of air on your disgracefully exposed legs. How could you degrade yourself by inviting my servant, Borga, to touch your most intimate and desirable treasure?”

       B-b-but,” She stammered, “I didn’t! I couldn’t—I can’t stop him!” Her head tipped back as she wailed. “Oh, please, please! Someone help me!”

       Dr. Valentine gestured at her wrist chains. “And you also must be quite uncomfortable hanging there so long with the chains stretching you out. It would have been so much more comfortable for you to remove your clothing yourself. But do not concern yourself, my dear. All my girls have refused to obey in the beginning. And I’m really not disappointed, you know.” His smile widened. “I’m actually enjoying your pain and humiliation. And I’m sure Borga is enjoying playing with your defenseless body even more than any of us watching your performance.”

       He turned and flashed a grinning nod at Dr. Valentine.

       Edith’s head hung down, her long, smoky-red hair sweeping to her waist, her blue eyes closed, and tears dripping from her cheeks. Her chest quaked with her sobs, shaking the twin beauties of her generously proportioned breasts.

       Slowly, deliciously, bit by tiny bit, Edith’s creamy, curvaceous thighs were revealed. An hour and fifteen minutes into her ordeal, the jagged edge of what remained of her gown was half-way up from her knees to her waist. In the next ten minutes, Borga deprived Edith of a few more inches of her gown, and a pair of dainty, flounced pink-ribbon silk garters appeared, garnishing her magnificent thighs. He cut one garter off her leg and tied it around his swollen cock. The other one he pulled down over her feet and around the chain, then stripped Edith’s white stockings down to her ankles and cut them off her feet. His stumpy hands stroked up and down her shivering, naked legs while saliva drooled from his thick lips.

       Edith’s face was crimson with humiliation, her eyes still closed, her lower lip quivering as she silently wept. She hung motionless in her chains, exhausted by her panicked struggles and weeping despair. A carpet of feminine silk and lace fragments lay under her, with an embarrassing wet yellow stain in the center.

       When the bottom of Edith’s ravaged gown was only a few inches below her panties, Dr. Valentine lifted his hand. “That’s a delightful view of her legs, Borga. Now let’s have a go at her blouse. Such large and lovely breasts shouldn’t be hidden from our deserving eyes.”

       “No, no, no,” Edith moaned, slowly shaking her head. She lifted her face and gazed at him with tear-reddened eyes through her half-opened eyelids. “Please, sir, leave me alone. Please take me back to my family, to the man I am promised to for my husband.”

       “You really don’t need him, my dear. You now have me and my associates, plus an unlimited number of my clients. I assure you, my dear, your charming naked body will be incessantly attended to by a never-ending parade of male admirers.” Dr. Valentine pushed the girl’s head aside and pointed at his cum-dripping cock.

       Edith gasped and turned her head away, biting her lip and shutting her eyes against the shock of her first sight of a man’s cock and balls.

       “All men have the same appendage, Miss Odette. You can pretend that the anxious male hordes to visit you in the near future are your husbands. Every day shall be your wedding day, and every night you shall be continuously supplied with an endless number of brief honeymoons with your momentary husbands.”

       Dr. Valentine beckoned to one of his henchman standing beside him, and pointed at the naked girl cowering between his legs. “Take her aside. I want my erection to be in full sight of our newest guest while Borga continues stripping her naked.” The man dragged the girl a few feet away where she cowered on the floor.

       “Now,” he said to Borga, “show us what splendid treasures she’s hiding under all that troublesome clothing—but proceed slowly—very slowly. Let’s not spoil the fun for her by rushing our amusing little game of hide and seek.”

       “Yes, Master Valentine. I know just how to make it most interesting for you.” He waddled over to a stepladder by the bookcases and dragged it back beside Edith, positioning it so he wouldn’t block Dr. Valentine’s view of her body. Scrambling up its steps, he reached out and snipped at the elastic lace cuff at her wrist. With a snap it parted, and Borga resumed his task of snipping away inch by square inch of her embroidered sleeve. Edith choked and gagged at the musky male cum-scent of the unwashed, bobbing cock so close to her dismayed face.

       He worked slowly and deliberately, taking a full fifteen minutes to expose her dainty arm up to her elbow. She gagged again as he stroked his face across the bare skin of her forearm, pressing his lips against her with a drooling, sucking sound. When he finally cut away the entire sleeve, revealing her bare feminine shoulder to Dr. Valentine’s appreciative stare, he clambered down off the ladder and dragged it around to her other up-stretched arm.

       The grandfather clock ticked away the time, the masculine persona of its gears and hammers chiming out each quarter-hour stage of Edith’s increasingly uncovered body with musical glee. There was a great whirring of gears and clanging of the hour when Edith’s other shoulder was exposed at last. The final hour of Edith’s modesty and untainted virtue had come at last.

       Captive, chained and defenseless, Edith’s bare arms and bare legs stretched out from her torso. Nothing remained of her pitifully ravaged gown but her deliciously low-cut bodice, and her scandalously abbreviated skirt. The clock’s loud ticking began its triumphant task of measuring out the ever-shrinking amount of fabric shielding Edith’s most precious, and soon to be deliciously revealed, intimate secrets of feminine beauty.

       “Easy, Borga,” Dr. Valentine said. “Start with cutting away the fabric concealing her belly; then work upward, snipping away her bodice, going ever so slowly while approaching the very edge of her pink-nippled twin beauties before revealing them. Then go back to her skirt, shortening it with half-inch increments. And linger a bit from time to time. And when her gown is gone, let us have a moment to admire her lacy pink silk panties. Make her dance and whimper for us by stroking your hands over them, caressing her thighs and buttocks awhile before carefully removing her panties for my collection.” The men glanced up at the four walls of the room, smiling at the dozens of picture frames brazenly displaying Dr. Valentine’s collection of girl’s lacy panties. Displayed under the glass, below their crotches, was a delicate muff of shaved-off pussy hair. He grinned and laughed softly, “I look forward to adding yours to my collection, Miss Odette, but let’s not spoil the fun for you by rushing things.”

       The two henchmen laughed and nudged each other.

       “Yes, Master Valentine,” Borga said with a wide, toothy grin, “it will be my pleasure to obey.”

       Edith’s head drooped forward, her long, glossy auburn tresses cascading down beside her trembling breasts, their curling ends flounced against the curves of her adorably swelling hips.

       Borga grasped the fabric of Edith’s disappearing gown with his finger and thumb, pulling it out and snipping into it. Then he slipped one blade of his scissors under the cut fabric and sliced, a quarter inch at a time, a spiraling opening in the fabric. With excruciating slowness, Edith felt the bare skin of her belly exposed to the men’s leering eyes. When he had cut a ten-inch opening, Borga paused to grip her slim, still-clothed thighs and stretch up on his bare toes to lick into her belly button with the tip of his slimy tongue. He snorted his pig-grunting laughter around his extended tongue as Edith tucked in her belly and shrieked, throwing her head back, unable to escape the slimy, worm-like sensation aggressively poking and twisting into her unprotected navel. Borga’s oily saliva trickled down her quaking, naked belly, soaking into the remaining scrap of her gown and her pink panties. She was weeping hysterically now, desperately trying to blot out of her consciousness the horror being forced upon her.

       “Now let us have the pleasure of watching her delightful mounds slowly emerge from hiding, Borga.” Dr. Valentine signaled the girl cowering on the floor. She rose up on her knees and began fondling his cock and balls with both hands. She quickly coaxed him into a rigid erection, and then carefully and gently caressed his cock with her crop-bruised breasts to keep it in full glory without the accident of a premature ejaculation.

       Borga gleefully snipped away around the bottom of Edith’s ravaged bodice, revealing, bit by tiny bit, more and more soft, creamy naked skin of her trembling torso. Around her side, across her back, then along her other side, scrap by tiny cloth scrap fluttered to the floor like silky snowflakes as Edith’s frail guardian of modesty surrendered and deserted her defenseless body to the leering eyes of the men. Her ample breasts jiggled and jounced with her soft, heaving sobs. Inch by inch, those evil scissors snipped away bits of the retreating cloth guardian of modesty. Her face flushed crimson in humiliation; her heart ached with the certainty the precious purity of her sweetly guarded virginity was living out its final hour.

       “Stop! Oh, ple-e-e-ase, stop!” Edith sobbed; her head thrown back, her eyes squeezed shut, the tears flooding down her cheeks.

       The now-severed scraps of the remaining lower portion of her ruined wedding gown slid a few inches down her hips, exposing the erotic beauty of her sheer, almost-transparent, wedding-night panties. Edith was dangerously close to revealing the sweet, lacy-haired muffin-treasure snuggled in them. The ever-shrinking upper bit of her wedding dress, unquestionably losing its futile struggle to guard the modesty of her bountiful breasts, danced and twitched with her fitful, gasping breaths.

       “Pause a bit with your scissors,” Dr. Valentine said to Borga. “Let’s spend a few minutes drinking in the amusing beauty of her desperate, but futile, struggle to defend her lovely femininity from our male observation. Give her time to imagine the dreadful methods we will use on her for our amusement and sexual gratification.” He patted the blonde head of the girl kneeling between his legs. “How I love to watch a terrified, defenseless girl being slowly stripped in front of lusty males. It would be a shame to rush the finale of this delightful entertainment.” He sighed. “How satisfying it is, taking my revenge on those troublesome titled aristocrats by kidnapping, humiliating and deflowering their daughters and brides. Then, when we become bored with fucking them, we sell them to illicit brothels hidden in the mountains on the continent.”

       When Edith heard his words, her whole body shook with her sobs; her head still flung back, shaking it from side to side in desperate denial. “No, no! Oh please, pity me.” Tears coursed down the sides of her face. “Please, no more. Let me go home!”

       Dr. Valentine’s voice was a soft, mocking sympathy. “You will go home, my dear.” He turned and grinned up at his henchmen standing beside his chair, then turned back to Edith. “Your home is a cage in my cellar. You’ll have many others of my female captives to keep you company, where I and my men will visit you often for the delightful pleasure of fucking your lovely captive body.”