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"I can't do this!" Christine pushed with all her strength against the corpulent torso of the man, but if anything, her attempts to dislodge him only excited the John. His hands were pulling up the skirts as he pinned her to the soft mattress with his weight.

"You're such a good little girl." Christine felt sick, this was far worse than she imagined her first time could be. "So pure, so tiny, so sweet for your Daddy." This man was so different from her actual father that Christine could no longer bring herself to pretend. She could feel the man's leggings pushed down enough to free his erection; the knowledge that this was how she was going to be ruined, brought on one final burst of energetic struggling.

The actual moment of penetration was nowhere near as painful as she imagined it would be. Some part of her registered the moment her chastity was pierced, but she felt neither shame nor discomfort; mostly what she felt was disgust that churned the breakfast in her belly.

"That's right, my sweet Baby." The man's raspy breathing came out in hoarse grunts and wheezes as his hips jerked faster and faster. "Father's going to make you his special little girl." As the man jerked and grunted like a dog in heat, the nausea that had threatened to erupt from her bowels turned to a mixture of relief and even amusement. She wondered what this moment might have been like if the Black Prince had had his way ... or those awful outlaws in the King's woods ... or the Verderer who rescued her and Erik. This last thought brought a warmth to her core and for just a minute her hips began to move on their own.

"That's right you little whore." Apparently, the sweating man pumping away at her sensed the softening of her body and believed he was breaking through her reticence. "I always knew that under that pure innocence, that you needed your Daddy to make you into his hot little cocksleeve."

And then suddenly, the man stiffened on top of her, and she heard him grunt in satisfaction. Was that it? The man rolled off of her, and Christine saw for the first time the instrument of her deflowering. Were it not for the faint streak of blood on the side of the stubby member, Christine would have doubted that the thing had either the length or girth to do the job.

"Aren't you going to thank me you little slut?" The man's face was now covered with red splotches and rivulets of sweat, but she could sense the satisfaction in his gleaming eyes. "There are not many men would have made your first time that special and caring." Christine knew that the smart play would be to fawn on the man, calling him 'Father' and complementing him on his masterful lovemaking. She had been well instructed by Alice about what men wanted from the girls in this house of pleasure. However, it was all she could do to keep from laughing at the pathetic man with his perverted fantasy and manhood barely bigger than his thumb.