Of course not.

Ever since that summer a few years ago when your breasts grew faster than your mother could make you new undergarments, the boys have expected you to be the one. In Bannor large breasts are associated with sluttiness and any large breasted girl is inevitably tempted in a variety of ways by the boys in the area. Your adolescent years were no different.

Over the years the boys have tried all sorts of different approaches to get you to take up the role of town whore. Physical dominance has been a common theme, usually expressed by fights breaking out for no reason when you walk by. Some boys have even directed their displays of physical dominance against you directly. The most **** example of this have been done by a boy named Caspian. His most recent attack came about a month ago when he pinned you down on your stomach, rubbed his penis against your butt through your clothes, and promised that he would **** you soon. It's not the first time he's done something like this, but he's getting increasingly ****.

The alternate approach taken by some is to give you gifts. The gifts are usually delivered anonymously and baldly calculated to make you feel sexy, including flowers, chocolates imported from somewhere in Dural, pornographic illustrations, flirty underwear and even a fiendishly enchanted vibrating egg that will bring the user to the cusp of orgasm but not let them cum. Since these items are illegal in Bannor, keeping them also makes you feel rebellious, it's still a big leap to go from wearing lacy panties to being the town whore, but keeping these illegal items has gotten you used to the idea that there's a part of your life you must keep secret.

These factors weighed heavily on your mind when you made your decision to be the town whore, but they were not enough on their own. What tipped the balance in favor of whoredom was the feeling that came over you when you started, hypothetically at first, pondering which boy you should allow to go first. Running down the list in your mind and judging every boy in town on looks, maturity, kindness, and anything else that struck your fancy made you feel supremely powerful in ways you'd never felt before. You relished these feelings for over a week, even after your mind was made up to become the town whore. By the time you finally made your decision you had constructed an elaborate mental fantasy where you were a great censor and all the boys around town had to come and plead their case before you if they hoped to become a man.

After much consideration of which boys both exemplify the teaching of Sabathiel and will be a good first partner you settle on Goroff. Goroff is the handsome, hardworking son of a farmer. He is always respectful when he comes to town and, although he hasn't done anything recognized by the church as an act of heroism yet, he strikes you as the heroic type. He is also known around town as intelligent and fairminded, traits Sabathiel values almost as much as heroism.

Goroff usually comes to town on Saturdays, so that's when you plan to approach him. You wake up that day not certain that he will show, but you are expecting him so you wear your sexy underwear under your plain dress, including a brassiere that really emphasizes your large breasts. You also use pins to raise your dress up several inches and to better expose your cleavage. By Bannor standards you look like a common streetwalker, but you want to make sure Goroff gets the message. As you make all these preparations your sex starts to get wet, salivating with anticipation of accepting Goroff's manhood.

When you spot Goroff in the market you approach and tell him that you've picked him. He thanks you and nervously takes you to his horsedrawn cart, loaded down with goods he's purchased, and you ride out to his father's farm. You sit in total silence for the hour and a half long ride, and by the time you arrive your sex has soaked through your underwear.

He asks if you mind doing it in the barn. You meekly shake your head, even if you did mind it would be inappropriate to disagree. And even though sex in the hay is the first part of every stereotypical cautionary tale you heard (and rolled your eyes at) growing up, something about being a stereotypical whore turns you on.

You go to the barn and stand awkwardly staring at each other for a moment. "We should take our clothes off," He says. You comply, stripping off your dress and soaked underwear. He also undresses, allowing his thick, very erect penis to spring free when he takes off his underwear. You blush at the sight of it and politely avert your eyes.

"Ok, now lay over there in the hay and um, spread your legs," You do so, flinching as some of the strands of straw prick your back and butt. Then you spread your legs wide for him, already debasing yourself in a way most Bannor women would never dream of. He stares at your sex with his mouth slightly agape for quite a while. Almost long enough that your confidence starts to wane, but as soon as the thought of gathering your clothes and fleeing crosses your mind he takes his cock in his hand and moves to take his position on top of you.

There's a few excruciating seconds of anticipation as he fumbles around down there doing who knows what but then he finds the hole and you gasp loudly as you feel him start to enter you. You feel a quick jolt of pain and clamp your eyes shut. All your delusions about power and influence are gone, destroyed by the cock in your unmarried pussy. Now you will never be married. How could you have been so stupid?

You feel him squeezing his way further into you, and although your sex is soaking wet and very ready, you are still virgin-tight down there and it hurts again. You have to bite your lip to avoid crying out or moaning like a whore. But that's what you are, the new town whore of Ventry. And in order to avoid dire consequences for that fact you will have to discretely spread your legs for literally hundreds of Ventry boys before the signs of your inevitable future pregnancy start to show too badly.

He pushes in further still, hurting you more. This time you can't resist and he manages to **** a whorish moan from your lips. He feels ridiculously big inside you, you silently hope that he's the biggest of any boy in town. Apart from the painful stretching, it also feel very strange and foreign to you to feel him moving around inside of you.

Then you notice that something appears to be stopping him. He's not nearly all the way inside of you but he keeps lightly poking against the same spot inside of you. What could be happening? Do you have an abnormally small pussy?

Then it dawns on you, the obstruction is your maidenhead! As long as your hymen is still entact you are a virgin in the eyes of the Order and can still be married. It's not too late to turn back! Reflexively, you try to push Goroff off of you and away from your precious hymen.