(3) Visiting the Apothecary

In Muggle London, Remedy Lupin is a woman many men seek the favour of. Gloriously curvy, sinfully dressed, the thin scar running across her lips became something many wanted to feel pressed upon them. Heather Lupin, her daughter, was just as beautiful and some of the more perverse suitors secretly hoped to bed the pair once Heather turned eighteen.

She was referred to by some as the She-Wolf of London, for her prematurely grey, more like silver, mane that ran down her back, and her almost predatory devouring and domination of men who came to her bed.

It might have upset her Niggle lovers to know she'd never once orgasmed with any of them. But the one most upset by that was undoubtedly, Remedy herself.

Why must it be like this?!

With Heather away, with a big purse of Galleons so she didn't need to meet with the Goblins, Remedy had to go to an Apothecary. The previous one had died and the new one refused to keep up any Owl Orders without meeting the Customer face to face.

She never wanted to return there. Where she used to live. She piled on the fancy clothing and raiments. Made up her hair and face to look as expensive as possible. Even if she would have little to no rights in the Wizarding World, if she looked expensive, it should make some hesitate to touch someone else's kept whore.

The Apothecary Shop looked much as it did nearly eighteen years ago. The new Apothecary looked up and peered at her before gazing into her green eyes. James was always quick to remind Remedy that Lily's green eyes were much prettier. Sirius would tell her that Liky's still shone with intelligence and a defiant spirit. Peter just always insisted she keep her eyes open when he nutted over her face.

The new Apothecary was a younger man, maybe just out of Hogwarts? No, the way he straightened up. Militaristic. And his eyes had only contempt for her. He was taught at Durmstrang.

"Speak, cunt." Remedy thanked her decision to wear a thick cloak, it hid her legs squirming as the Apothecary's voice, thick with cruelty, made her cunt treacherously throb.

"I wish to reaffirm my Owl Order. It is under the name Lupin." The Apothecary's eyes widened, recognition. Remedy suppressed a grimace as he started to smile. He was younger than her. Shorter and wider than her. There did seem to be strength in his limbs though, and many had ways of using magic to move contrary to their appearance.

"This way, cunt. Leave the cloak." Remedy didn't want to let go of her cloak, but she couldn't refuse a Wizard. She followed him behind the counter and her heart sank further as a familiar route was followed. They entered the back of the shop to a garden where the Apothecary grew his more local supplies. To the side was a large doghouse. Scratched over the entrance was...

REMEDY LUPIN

"Please, I have money, I can pay you, I moved away, I only ordered here because this place had the best supplies, I can-" she was interrupted by a slap. She groaned as she felt her panties soaked in her submissive bitch juices.

"Don't care cunt." His hand **** up the skirt of her dress and **** its way into her soaked knickers. "Hmm... Fertile cunt. That is against the law, cunt." Remedy mewled pathetically as her body felt more aroused by a nasty little fat bastard of a Wizard, than from the supermodels, bodybuilders, and celebrities that sought to fulfil her every whim. And

"Please let me go... Sir." She hated herself for calling so quickly. She was just glad she's never shown Heather this side of her, her adoptive daughter still saw Remedy Lupin as a strong woman.

"Cunt," he pushed her to the ground and slid his dock into her gushing cunt, "you will come here every day. When I don't need you, you stay here. When I call, you come like good bitch. Do what I say, I won't breed you. Disobey, I will take you to Ministry. Naked, pregnant with litter. Understand, cunt?" Remedy nodded. "Say it, cunt."

"I understand Sir. I will come here everyday like a good bitch. I will be your obedient biiiiitch!" Remedy orgasmed, her cunt slashed and gripped the Apothecary's cock like a needy crackwhore begging her pimp for another hit. But her new Master was able to pull free and spray his thick load all over her back.

"Good bitch, cunt. Go to your bed. I will call you when I have collar for you."

I'm sorry Heather...

What Next?
Option 1- Heather has money from Lupin, visiting the Bookshop (Hello Hermione)
Option 2- Heather has money from Lupin, she needs robes (Hello Draco)
Option 3- Heather needs a Pet or Familiar, Hagrid says the Pet Shop just got some new birds from France, Veela.
Option X- Open to Suggestions