Miss Johnson got to her feet, dazed by the gang rape that the Parker boys had just subjected her to. She looked down and saw the white, slick trails of their sperm, splattered across her body. Her mouth felt stretched, she could taste the remnants of the loads of cum they'd filled her mouth with, and her vagina felt like she'd had a red hot poker shoved up her, cum was dripping out of her pussy, slick trails of it running down her thighs. She felt nauseated, ashamed, and angry.
Damn them, why'd they do this to me? I could get pregnant! At that thought, a chilling realization rose inside her, pregnant, unmarried, and pregnant, in the 1890s, that would cause a horrible sensation, she'd be tarred, feathered, and run out of town, if not worse. She found a rag in the storeroom and used it to mop up the semen splattered across her body. She quickly got dressed and returned to the small house that she'd been able to rent. She knew that an herbal medicine woman lived in town, and was reputed to be able to cure everything. She decided to see if she could get something to prevent her from becoming pregnant.
The woman lived down at the end of a long, dusty street. She knocked on the door, expecting to see an old, witch-like woman answer, and was very surprised when a beautiful young lady answered the door. Her surprise was evident.
She said, "Have you come seeking a cure for whatever ails you? I am Miss Russell, better known as the medicine woman, I can see your surprise, please, come in."
She entered, following the lady to a sitting parlor, and with a cup of hot tea, she haltingly explained that she was the new schoolmarm, she was not married, and could possibly be pregnant.
"I have just what you need, stay right here and enjoy your tea, and I shall get what you need."
She could hear Miss Russell in the kitchen, the sound of jars being opened, and soon, she returned, with a bottle full of crushed herbs.
"This will do what you need," she explained, as she sprinkled a teaspoonful into her cup, and refilled it with hot tea. "Take this, 1 teaspoonful twice a day, for three days, and you will not become pregnant."
Sarah tasted, her mouth puckered, it tasted extremely bitter, but she didn't mind if it stopped a baby from forming.
"What's in it?" she asked.
"A mixture of crushed herbs, that have been known to prevent pregnancy for hundreds of years, among the Indian tribes that were once native to this region. I learned many medicines from the Indian tribes, and this one will work, I have more than a few women customers who can testify to that."
After paying, she left with her bottle of crushed herbs and hoped that she would not be an exception to the powers of this folk medicine.
Checking out her bottle after she got home, she saw that there would be lots of herbs left over, after her first treatment. Which was good, because she had a feeling that the Parker boys would be more than ready to give her another of their "welcomes."