The High Price of Medicine

Gabhan McGinty was not an educated mon. He could read and had graduated from the Apothecary Guild School, but he would never be more than his lower class roots. Most of his blood relations worked in drayage, but he had gone to what they all hoped was a better way. He was considered the family intellectual, but that was not saying much. In a family of ignorant illiterates, the mon who can read at all is believed to be a genius. Gabhan did not have enough intellect to put piss in a cup. So he had gone back to his roots and placed his apothecary in the Black Dog District and called it the White Tower Apothecary in order to seem important.

Dierdre managed to get there just as he was latching the shutters in preparation for closing and slipped inside. All that she could think about was the way that her brother was struggling to breathe the last time she saw him.

The bulk of Gabhan's merchandise lay in cabinets behind the counter and stacked on shelves that only he could reach. Only the cheap stuff sat on the six long tables in the center of the shop. The bell rang as Dierdre entered, so there was no hiding her arrival.

"You here again?" Gabhan eyed her suspiciously. "Don't even start it. I'm not a bloody charity."

"Can't you let me work it out some way? My brother is sick." Dierdre's periwinkle eyes glittered with desperation.

"I paid good cash for it. I'm entitled to a profit." He crossed the shop, put his closed sign in the window and locked the door for the night.

Dierdre followed him. "Maybe a trade of some kind?"

Gabhan paused with his hands on the bar, clearly thinking about that. He settled it into place and turned slowly, undressing her with his eyes. "Same kind yer ma makes?"

Dierdre resisted a fit of trembling. In the back of her mind she could still hear her mother's voice saying as she did so often: Sluts don't marry. No decent mon wants them.

"I'm not a whore�" Dierdre felt tears gathering in her eyes.

"Virgin?" Speculation bloomed in his eyes and a leer spread across his lips.

She nodded, feeling trapped and dirty.

"How bad ya want that medicine?"

"I'll do anything." Dierdre's loins tightened. She pressed her thighs together in denial of what she was about to do. Her stomach fluttered.

"Thought so." He strolled toward her.

Dierdre sensed the casual threat in his movements. She retreated before him, bumped her back against a wall and froze.

"I'll make you that trade � if you're really a virgin." He rested hard against her, his weight and bulk oppressing her senses. "But I'll want to see the blood."

Fear flickered through her. An edge of panic shone in her eyes. Matters had spiraled out of hand faster than Dierdre expected. If she refused now, Gabhan would probably rape her. "Give me the medicine first."

Gabhan lifted her skirt.

Dierdre clenched her eyes shut.

His fingers wiggled past her small clothes, probing inside her. "Nice and wet."

"The medicine?" Dierdre's voice caught.

"I'll give it to you in the morning."

"I'm going to be here all night?"

"Aye." Gabhan laughed, pressed his mouth to hers and shoved his tongue between her lips. It felt dirty and nasty, darting about suggestively. Dierdre's gorge rose. Bile burned the back of her throat. She wanted to pull away from him and vomit. Dierdre felt him bobbing against her loins, thick, hard and long. Her throat constricted. The moment had come. A prayer flashed through her mind that he would keep his part of the bargain and give her the medicine for her brother.

She jerked away from his mouth, crying out sharply at the pain of her maidenhead tearing.

He glanced down and saw the blood coating his cock as he began thrusting in and out. "Virgin indeed. But no longer." He gave a hearty bellow of amusement, followed by more grunting. Gabhan finished and pulled out of her. His juices ran down her thighs, sticky and unpleasant.

Holy Mothers have mercy. I'm now a slut. Tears ran down Dierdre's cheeks.

He touched them. "Hurts does it? Well, you'll get used to it. I'll give you a lot of it tonight. I ain't had a bit o' cunt in ever so long."

Dierdre whimpered and then bit her lower lip to keep from crying out again.

He picked her up, slung her over his shoulder and carried her to the side stairs that ran up to his living quarters. "Let's get ya all undressed so I can get a better look at what I've just bought for the night."

He threw the coverlets back and dumped her on the bed. "Go on, get yer clothes off."

Dierdre hesitated. She had never been unclothed in front of a male before. Her muscles felt weak and she trembled as she pulled her blouse over her head. He jerked her breast band off and then fingered her nipples.

"Nice ones." He mouthed her nipple and bit her.

Dierdre yelped. Her fingers fumbled with the lacings on her skirt. She scarcely had it unfastened before he was jerking it off her.

He tossed her skirt over a chair and grinned at her. "Just lie there with yer legs open while I get my clothes off."

Dierdre obeyed.

He leaned over her. "Put yer hands on it. Stroke it fer a bit and it'll harden up nice again. No, not that way." He shifted her hands until her fingers encircled his cock and he moved her hand up and down. "That's the way." He gave a long moan of pleasure.

His cock hardened in her hands, gathering itself for another go. The way that it jutted out looked strange and at odds with the rest of his body. It bobbed and waved as he stood over her, threatening as a drawn sword.

The second time felt more shattering than the first, all of his weight pressing her down, making her feel ready to suffocate. The imprisoning bulk sent a whisper of panic through her as she recognized the sensation of helplessness she had always tried to deny.

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The High Price of Medicine