Pobre Francisca

FRANCISCA

It cost her to decide, but after meditating for a few days and seeing that the problem was getting worse, Francisca left the institute with her books and notebooks under her arm and headed to the pharmacy in search of a remedy. The problem was tricky, one of those that's hard to explain even to people you trust most and especially to someone like her, a very shy girl who blushed easily. She had been suffering from discomfort in her genital area for days, a mix of itching, stinging, and pain. She tried to alleviate it with moisturizing and anti-inflammatory creams before telling anyone, but her remedies only made things worse, causing her more pain. She worried that others might notice and make fun of her among her friends and classmates, especially her boyfriend, who might even reject her if he noticed problems in his intimate area.

Francisca was a very shy girl, as I said, but also very anxious. Her physical appearance was stunning: not very tall, slender, with black hair that fell to her waist, smooth and white skin, brown eyes, and fine pink lips. Her face was dotted with freckles, not too many but enough to give her precious face a special touch. At eighteen years old, she was still in the institute, repeating the last course due to a suspended subject that had prevented her from taking the selectivity exam. She had the chance to only retake that one subject, but her parents, who were strict about their rules, forced her to repeat the entire course with the goal of improving her grade and being able to study medicine, an objective her father had imposed on her as a duty she couldn't ignore. This made her feel intimidated throughout that year, as her parents constantly watched over her and criticized her everywhere, obliging her to improve her studies. Her friends... institute and they went to the university, a tough blow for her who found herself with only the company of her boyfriend of always, a boy older than her who worked in his father's law firm while finishing his law degree. She also received severe reprimands from him, threatening even to break up the relationship when he learned of her academic setback, but ultimately decided to give her one last chance.

As she walked towards the pharmacy, trying to move her legs so they wouldn't rub together too much in the crotch area to avoid pain, she thought about what she was going to do, how she would present herself at the pharmacy and explain her problem. She doubted whether it wouldn't be better to go to the doctor first, but since it took almost a week to get an appointment, she thought she could visit a pharmacy to get advice on a temporary remedy until the doctor could examine her. She felt embarrassed about what she thought the pharmacist would think when he told her what was happening. A little voice inside her said that they would surely laugh at her, another voice told her she would be dealing with professionals used to consultations like this and nothing would happen. With this last thought, she acquired a bit more confidence until she reached the pharmacy door.

She almost never went to the pharmacy, due to lack of need. She knew its location and interior, which could be observed through the large display window from the street, but didn't remember when she had last entered. The pharmacy's interior was mostly taken up by an imposing wooden shelving unit, very old-looking, that housed the typical porcelain flasks where pharmacists once stored the ingredients with which they prepared the master formulas on order of the doctor. The shelving unit was behind the counter, made of the same wood, and the customer who entraba por primera vez she stayed for a few seconds contemplating the chandelier of the furniture set before responding to the attention that the pharmacist was giving her.

Francisca smiled as she entered, not only because of the view but also because of the pleasant aroma of the pharmacy, the typical smell that pharmacies emit whose origin is unknown or at least difficult to explain. Behind the counter, a pharmacist awaited her consultation with an amiable smile. He was a short, very wide and strong man, with a somewhat rough face, having an unusual attractiveness that did not catch attention at first glance. Francisca had doubts. Next to her, an elderly woman was talking to the pharmacist and it was her turn to talk to him. She didn't know if it would be rude to despise the pharmacist's attention and wait for the woman to attend her, she preferred it but reflected on his professionalism and after a few moments of hesitation, she decided to tell him her problem:

* Hello, good morning.
* Hello, good morning – the pharmacist remained at the ready.
* I've had a problem in my...vaginal area for days...I have some discomforts that I don't know what they could be due to and I wanted to know if before going to the doctor there might be something that could relieve me.
* How many days have you been like this?
* A few days...a week or so – she hoped that the man, upon checking the type of consultation it was, would direct her towards his companion.
* What kind of discomforts are they: itching, pain, stinging...
* It hurts first and then when I scratch...when I touch me it starts to itch...but inside...in the interior...it hurts...
* Hmmmm – this time the pharmacist twisted his face. The explanation was very vague, not clear at all. Before giving her something he would have to know more.
* What kind of underwear do you wear? Is it very tight?
* No, no...it's not...not too much...it doesn't pinch Francisca started to turn red, the question surprised her, although she understood its logic. The pharmacist continued with his serious and inquiring gesture.

* What is it made of? Do you usually vary?
* Well, I have cotton... and spandex, more elastic, and sometimes silk.
* Silk? – the pharmacist was surprised.
* Yes, well... that's special occasion clothing...
* Ah, when you're with your boyfriend, don't you? – she smiled in a complicit way, something that annoyed Francisca – A certain type of fabric might give you an allergic reaction.
* No, I don't think so.
* Not?
* No, it hasn't happened to me before now.
* What kind of clothes are those if they're not too tight? Are they small bras, aren't they?
* They're small, but – she intimidated herself when pronouncing those words. Without wanting to, she was describing her underwear – they fit a bit loose...
* Did you take antibiotics recently?
* Antibiotics? No – she didn't understand the question.
* It's normal for fungal infections to appear after taking antibiotics. Then... – he meditated for a moment – your sexual relations might have something to do with it.

Francisca blushed again. She wasn't expecting to have to recount her most intimate acts for the treatment of a common problem.

* What are you referring to? I don't think that's it...
* Do you have a boyfriend?
* Yes, I do – before answering, she thought, had the impression it was bad to say she had a boyfriend. She started to get annoyed.
* And what kind of relationships do you practice?
* ...
* Come on, I'm not going to tell you anything without being clear about the problem, I won't take any risks. If I'm wrong, you'll complain after me, so I'll play it safe. Do you practice oral sex? Penetration? Tell me.
* Both things.
* Do you do them very often?
* The usual, I don't know... twice a week... three times.
* If someone does oral sex to you, do you depilate? – Francisca jumped in surprise, it couldn't be that he... He asked that. What's it got to do with anything? - With that answer, the pharmacist knew yes, she was shaving, but he would investigate further.

How do you do it: with a razor, with depilatory cream,...I want to know for sure if the discomfort is caused by burning or by cutting from some sharp object.

I do it with...a razor sometimes...but I almost always use a cream...

And the discomfort started just after a session of...shaving.

No, not just after. Or after some sex session with your boyfriend - slowly but surely, the pharmacist was giving in to the morbid curiosity of the situation. In front of him, the girl blushed at each question, which he asked carefully to maintain an apparent professional demeanor.

I had...we had recently...but it didn't bother me.

Does your boyfriend never bother you? Does he never hurt you when you do it, when he penetrates you? - Francisca had in her mind the image of her boyfriend, screwing her roughly but without any harm.

No...he's very affectionate...

The pharmacist thought for a moment, summarizing the answers obtained and searching his memory for the most suitable treatments. In his mind, tubes of creams, boxes of ointments, pills,...but he still couldn't choose one.

I'm not very clear about what's causing the problem, if it's an allergic reaction, if it's an infection, if it's just irritation,...maybe an exploration is needed before deciding. I can't give you anything.

Nothing? Not even a simple calming cream for a few days?

There are no calming creams for that area. The treatments available are very specific to each ailment and if you use one that's not suitable, the problem can get worse.

What can I do then?

I've already told you that without an exploration I can't give you anything. It's better to wait for the doctor.

There must be something I can have.

Yes, I'm sure there is, but...- he made a gesture with his hands, giving up to understand that she couldn't do more.
* What exploration does it need?
* Nothing from another world, maybe just seeing her... already knows the cause of the problem.
* Just that?
* Yes, I think so. That's how you'll know if it's an allergy or an infection.
* Well,... and... could you see me then?
* Yes, there's no problem for me, come on through.
* The pharmacist invited her to enter the storage room, located behind the counter and separated from the customers' view by a pair of heavy dark green curtains. Francisca didn't follow him right away, but instead hesitated, not daring to enter a private room with more witnesses present. And she wasn't eager to do so, exposing herself in front of that man who was intimidating her for now and feared he might handle her more easily. The pharmacist insisted she enter, and she finally did with hesitant steps.
* The storage room, the antechamber of all pharmacies, was a much larger room than the area dedicated to serving the public. There were large cabinets, furniture with drawers that slid open one on top of another, display cases with jars of syrups and ointments, and armories whose contents couldn't be seen. The pharmacist urged her to sit in a corner, protected from any other pair of indiscreet eyes.
* Here no one will bother us.
* I don't know if I want to do this. I think I'll leave and... wait for the doctor.
* Really? We won't take long, just a glance – Francisca began taking short steps towards the exit.
* No, I'm too afraid... me.
* What are you afraid of? You're not the first girl who's seen it, and I'm not the first man to see you. sides to check if anyone else was watching her, and she unbuttoned the button of her tight jeans.

* Gerardo, what are you going to do? Why are you here? – The voice of the titular pharmacist suddenly startled her and left her motionless.

* It's a consultation, eh... it's just going to show me the area where she has discomfort, so I can check what type of injury she has – the pharmacist sneered at the explanation. As he spoke, the blonde and imposing woman, with her perfectly clean and clear white coat and her hair styled and ordered in a perfect ponytail, approached them.

* Where do you have the discomfort? – She asked Francisca, directing herself to her.

* In my vaginal area – The girl replied a little more confidently.

* It would be better if I took care of this, don't you think? – And so the woman pushed Gerardo aside and directed herself specifically at Francisca.

* Tell me what's wrong with you.

She explained again what she had already told Gerardo. This time, Azucena, the titular pharmacist, also asked to see the area in order to decide on the appropriate treatment. Francisca was more decisive this time and agreed to show herself with fewer contemplations.

Once the button had been unbuttoned, she lowered the zipper, with Mrs. Azucena sitting in front of her, observing minutely as her hands slid the jeans down. Her panties, small, white, and adjusted to her skin, were left exposed, with a soft touch. Azucena did nothing but contemplate the girl while she was busy undressing for the pharmacist to give her the appropriate remedy. Finally, the panties touched the floor and Francisca felt so ashamed that she couldn't look at the pharmacist's face. She felt as if a gentle breeze was blowing over her legs and hips, as all her more sensitive skin was exposed. How about your scarce hair standing up from the freshness of the environment and especially from the embarrassment of knowing you're half-naked in front of a stranger.

* Well, let me look better here, open it up a bit.

With firm hands, Azucena adjusted the young woman's posture to contemplate her better. Her face didn't reflect it, but when she saw the shaved pubis, free of any hair, all that pink and moist skin...she wanted to eat it whole, almost launched herself at it, but restrained herself.

* Here you have an irritation. A small red area, doesn't it hurt? - She touched it with her fingertip.

* Yes,...! It stings a bit.
* Ah, it seems you have the area a little damaged - she didn't stop sliding her index finger along the girl's labia -. And does it bother you here too? - She was touching her more openly, with her hand open from top to bottom.

* No, only there - Francisca was being touched impudently by the woman. She twisted to avoid the touch, without saying no because after agreeing to the exploration she didn't want to back down out of fear of Azucena.
* So it only bothers you here. Well, the good thing is that it's not a fungus or infection, just an irritation, a dermatitis that doesn't need too strong treatment. I don't think you need to see a doctor, in a few days it will pass.

* Will I get something for...that?
* Yes, don't worry,...but don't put your pants back on yet, let me apply the cream and tell you how to do it. Wait.

The woman got up and headed towards a drawer without much hurry, thinking about the cream she was going to give her along the way. While waiting for her to come back, Francisca stayed naked from the waist down. In the meantime, Gerardo passed by several times, probably more than necessary, admiring the precious and smooth legs of the girl. She tried to cover herself with her hands, but her thighs and hips were visible freely. Azucena took a while, appeared with a container in hand And she directed herself towards Francisca with a scowl on her face that intimidated the poor girl even more.

* This cream is going to do you good – she sat back down beside Francisca and opened the tube –. It's simply for irritations, with four times a day it will pass quickly. I'll put some on you so it starts working already now.
* No...leave...it's not necessary... – but Azucena spread the cream on Francisca's lips without care, trying to touch her without restraint.

* You're so pretty, such an appetizing girl… - she whispered these things while bringing her mouth close to Francisca's face, until her lips kissed her cheek -. As soon as I saw you I felt like eating you up, didn't you notice? I started salivating like a she-wolf. You're so good…

Francisca began to sob. The touchings were happening all over the pussy, even two of the woman's fingers tried to enter her, but Francisca managed to thwart Azucena's boldness with a hip movement.

* Come on, doll, I won't hurt you – Azucena rubbed Francisca's hips, who twisted and moaned to avoid the touchings.

* What's she doing?...let me go…

The pharmacist was having fun forcing the young woman, liking it more to watch her subdued and forced than the touchings themselves. She didn't realize that Gerardo was watching them until later.

* What are you doing? Mature, don't stay there standing around.
* Come on, if no one's coming anyway. Let me take care of her.
* This one is mine.
* Come on already, there's enough for both.

Gerardo approached Francisca, his eyes bulging and hers radiating a deep fear. It was uncomfortable when a woman touched her, but if it was a man...who knew what he might be doing. When Gerardo reached her, he threw his hands at her blouse, eager to unbutton the slippery buttons, applying perhaps excessive force to her arms. Francisca began to scream and agitate her body with desperation and trying to put it out of reach from the four hands that were handling it at their whim.

* I'm going to close the door, or else this might alarm someone.
* But are we going to continue? – Gerardo asked his boss with a smile.
* Yes, we'll see how far we get, but it will be worth it.

Azucena got up and closed the pharmacy without explaining anything on the storefront. Meanwhile, Gerardo was holding Francisca by the wrists and immobilizing her with force, not allowing her to escape or free herself. Francisca had her pants and underwear around her ankles, and her blouse had been opened, revealing her breasts covered by a white bra, which shone in front of her violators' eyes.

Azucena approached, and everything became easier. Before, Francisca was struggling with the hope that a customer might hear her, but with the pharmacy closed, that prospect disappeared, and her struggle became somewhat more futile. She relaxed her body, gave in to the farmacéuticos' impetus, and they took off her blouse and bra while Azucena ate her pussy from behind her, and Gerardo ate her breasts standing next to her. She didn't know where those despicable ones were going to take her. Why did she enter that pharmacy that morning precisely?

It seemed like an eternity the time they used to eat her. She felt wet all over her body due to the saliva of both farmacéuticos. She felt their tongues licking her skin, their hands squeezing her buttocks and breasts, their mouths launching obscene comments whenever they had the necessary freedom to do so. She wasn't thinking; she was trying not to think, not to realize what was happening, and wanted to lose track of time, reach the moment when her aggressors would get tired and leave her free. But she still had more to suffer.

Totally immobile, paralyzed by the terror she suffered, she let herself be completely undressed. They left her clothes on a chair and threw her onto the cold I usually. Through her tears, I could see how Azucena was struggling to unbutton Gerardo's pants.

* This girl has to be fucked.
* It seems you have more desire than me for me to fuck her!
* I want to see how you penetrate her with that wide cock of yours, I want to see her suffer. Come on, screw her.
* Wait, wait, calm down.
* Damn it, you seem like a faggot.

Azucena lowered Gerardo's pants without him being able to do anything about it. She also lowered his underwear, played with his already wet cock a bit and threw it at the girl. Gerardo fell face-first onto her, trying not to hurt her but not quite managing it. As soon as he could, he adjusted his hips to match hers so that his cock was at the right height to enter her pussy. Gerardo held the girl's wrists to prevent more intense struggles and Azucena guided his cock into the crying girl. Once she had him in place, Azucena pushed him down with her hands on the man's buttocks. She pushed downwards, making Francisca scream and cry out in pain. Slowly but surely, Azucena was able to get a rhythmic movement going in Gerardo's hips as Francisca's vagina stretched with each thrust.

Francisca felt Gerardo's heavy body moving over her and penetrating her without mercy. Azucena got down on her knees beside the girl's head. She brought her face close to hers, panting, moaning, red and congested from the pain of penetration. She caressed Francisca's cheeks with cynical tenderness, wiping away her tears gently with her fingers, looking at her admiringly as that tender beauty was being corrupted thanks to her. Francisca looked at her with a mix of rage and pity, imploring her with her eyes for this situation to come to an end. Azucena didn't have in mind that it would last long, she wanted to enjoy more of that tender it. body and thought how he could completely subdue her and turn her into his slave. Gerardo was fucking her more softly, no longer had to hold her with so much firmness and no longer had to ram into her roughly to tame her. He adopted a gentle rocking motion and began to kiss the girl's neck. Azucena pushed him away and it was she who started eating her out. Gerardo had to direct his head upwards to allow his boss to access Francisca's breasts. Azucena felt the warmth of the two bodies when her mouth reached the lower part of the neck. She absorbed all the sweat and suffering of Francisca through her lips. The droplets of moisture beading on her skin were savored by the mature pharmacist, and her hands massaged the young woman's breasts with tenderness, even trying to make Francisca enjoy herself.

But she was far from enjoying the situation. Gerardo was causing her less pain, although his cock, whose vast width was dilating the walls of her vagina in such a way that her boyfriend couldn't do it, produced an acute pain similar to stabs; but it was a violation, the greatest harm was mental and not physical. Her body was moving freely, she had lost control over it, moving according to the sensations her opponents were proposing. And if that wasn't enough, Azucena's lips were approaching hers and sealing in a forced kiss. She tried to repel her, but Azucena was stronger, counting on a dominant position and eventually won out over the girl's mouth and entered her. Her head was held firmly by Azucena so that the kiss could be more intense. Francisca cried again, feeling ashamed of being kissed and touched by a woman.

For about 45 minutes, she was enduring Gerardo's thrusts into her sore hip and Azucena's kisses and caresses on her face, lips, neck, and breasts. Her body reacted with an orgasm, which given the emotional state she was in caused her to feel a sense of... unpleasant impression in his being. He didn't struggle to retain it, but neither did he enjoy it; his body trembled, his eyes closed, and he moaned as always, but far from being pleasant, it turned out to be a torment added to the ones those two pharmacists were inflicting on him.

Gerardo came on her stomach, not inside; at least, he thought, he wouldn't have to worry about a possible pregnancy. Francisca was exhausted, lying on the floor with her limbs extended and already no longer needing to be held down to keep her firm, she was motionless from pure fatigue after a fierce struggle with her attackers.

Gerardo stood up, still erect and dripping, and recovered his breath standing next to the girl, with his arms crossed and looking at her as if recognizing himself in the feat he had accomplished. Azucena also had recovered her composure and both were waiting for Francisca to recover.

Francisca waited a few moments, sobbing on the same position. When she knew it was all over, she got up with great difficulty and without saying anything or stopping crying, picked up her scattered clothes from the floor and struggled to get dressed. Her attackers looked at her smiling. Gerardo was already dressed and Azucena was looking at her like a captive.

* Wait, don't put that on, put something else but not that.
* What? - Francisca had the bra in her hands.
* We'll keep this as a memento, for the good time you've given us.
* But it's mine, they can't... - she broke into tears, not even letting her dress herself as she wanted.
* And the panties... we're keeping them too. They're precious and smell so nice - he said, bringing them to his nose and inhaling deeply.
* Please, ...let me go.
* And you may leave, dear, just ask us for these two mementos. Otherwise, you can leave when you want.

Without a desire to discuss with the lady and wanting to leave as soon as possible the pharmacy Francisca got dressed with the rest of her clothes. The tight jeans made her feel a sense of nakedness that seemed uncomfortable to her. The most sensitive parts of her body were in direct contact with the hard and rough fabric of that garment. The same happened with her breasts and the blouse. When she left the local, Azucena politely opened a back door for her, Francisca was still trembling, tears still escaping from her eyes, and ran a few meters to put some distance between herself and the filthy pharmacy.

Francisca could run several meters until a couple of police officers stopped her. In the state of shock she was in, she couldn't make out what the agents were saying. What was clear was that she had to stop, the police were nervous. While one of the policemen searched her, Azucena appeared apparently furious.

* That's the thief!
* Calm down, ma'am, we've got her under control.
* What? What are you saying? I didn't steal anything! How can you say that? – Francisca's indignation made her shout.
* Of course you did! As soon as you left the pharmacy, I saw that the safe of the narcotics was open. You stole from me, junkie, but luckily I was able to warn the police in time.
* Robbing me? After what she did to me, it's capable of falsely accusing me of theft.
* Here they are – one of the policemen had found something in one of Francisca's pant pockets.
* What is that?
* Those are pills, injectables and... patches, I think.
* Those, those are the narcotics that were stolen from me!
* No! I didn't steal that. I don't know what it's doing there. I'm innocent.
* Ma'am, recognize these substances.
* Yes, they're the stolen narcotics from today.
* Do you want to file a complaint against the girl?
* No! I'm innocent! Innocent!
* I don't know what to do. Let's... let me talk to the girl, maybe we can... fix it – the police officers moved to the side without stopping watching them closely.

* Honey, you're about to be arrested for drug trafficking. It's not a light thing.
* You were the one who put those things in my clothes.
* Yes, of course I was, so that I could take advantage of you.
* Don't say it seriously.
* Completely. I liked you, and very much honey. I want you to be mine, I want to use you as I please.
* But good! How can he say that? I'll tell the police officers, I'll warn them about the blackmail they're trying to do on me.
* The police officers? Come on, tell them. All I have to do is tell them to arrest you and keep you in the police station. I don't know...that drug trafficking thing doesn't sound good, I don't think it can be solved with just a bail.
* Francisca stopped thinking about whether she should take the risk of being arrested or if she should accept being the woman's lover.

* Maybe it would be better for me to get taken away – she finally agreed to say.
* Think about it, darling. From that moment on you'll have a record, any other mistake you make will send you to jail. And I'm such a slut that I'll do everything possible to make that happen if you reject me now. Do you understand? If you reject me your life will be ruined.
* I don't believe it.
* Well, then if you don't believe me those police officers will take you away right now.
* Francisca kept thinking.

* What will happen if I agree to be... submissive?
* Nothing bad, darling. Just that the day I feel like it I'll call you to have fun with you. Who knows, maybe I'll call you two or three times a week, or once a month...depending – she tried to convince her by gently stroking her hair.

* Why are you doing this to me?
* Because I like you, I want to enjoy your body.
* Will you really do all that if I say no?
* Yes, I will, your idyllic life will be over. That's how things are, heaven.
* Okay.
* Yes?
* Okay, I'll be yours.
* But remember that this isn't It ends here. If I get angry at any moment, I'll call the police and take you to justice, you have to behave well all the time, do you hear me?
* Yes, it's fine. Please don't make me be detained, I'll do what you ask.
* Very good, darling, very good. You'll see we're going to have a great time.