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Sometimes the flowers had no colours.
Or sometimes, the colours had mixed so hard, it was difficult to separate them.
That’s how Isabela felt about her emotions.
The pinks ran into the blues. The oranges bled into the greens and purples while the yellows smudged across into the whites. They were contaminated, ending up into a big mushy mess of rancid colours and broken schemes.
They were contaminated by thoughts that nobody should ever have to deal with; thoughts so dark, dirty and sinful that no good person would wish on their worst enemy – those of deep-rooted self-loathing.
Self-loathing of the perfect perfection that was forced upon her every day whilst everyone around her were unknowing or just ignorant of the actions that resulted in her feelings of despair. Isabela sighed heavily, fingering the browning petals of the rose she held in her hand. Crumbling under her touch, the petals fell away leaving her holding the thorny stalk.
A brief intrusive thought flashed briefly through Isabela’s head, one that hadn’t passed her mind in some time. After taking an apprehensive glance around the room, Isabela sighed heavily. The temptation was pressing. The thought of bringing the thorns to her skin was seeming s little too appealing.
Beneath her covers and nightgown, lay mazes of scars. The imperfection on her perfect body, her dirty secret from the world, her hidden flaws, marks that nobody, not even her own mother had ever laid eyes on.
Hesitating, she brought the thorn towards her forearm. In that moment Isabela could only see the grey of the world.
The colour was inside, hidden beneath the surface.
“Isabela!”
Her door slammed open. Hoping she was hidden from sight, the rose stalk was instantly crushed, and Isabela spun round with a forced smile on her face. In the doorway Abuela was stood beaming with pride and excitement. She bustled in, followed by Julietta and Pepa who also sported smiles. Unusually even Pepa was in a good mood, with a rainbow shining behind her head.
“Todays the day!” Abuela shouted out as she walked towards the bed. Isa swung her legs off the side and wearily stood up – she maintained her smile but knew it would look forced. She couldn’t bring herself to feel truly happy about today, despite the excitement radiating off her family.
Today was her wedding day.
It was supposed to be the most important day of her life, as she was told, however the feeling that Isabela harboured inside wasn’t excitement or happiness or even anxiety over the pressures of perfection that awaited her. Instead, Isabela couldn’t help but feel flat and emotionless like the colourless flowers that haunted her.
To everyone else, Mariano seemed the ideal candidate. He was handsome, strong, caring, kind… in a sense he was perfect. ‘The perfect man for our perfect Isabela’ as Abuela liked to say. Abuela had first been made aware of his attraction to her granddaughter when he had shown up one day, expressing his love and desire to court her, wanting the permission of not only her father, but Abuela too in order to attempt to woo her. Abuela had delightedly agreed, and Agustin had deemed it appropriate.
And thus, the dating began.
Mariano spared no expense when it came to pleasing Isabela. He showered her in endless gifts, charmed her family, treated her with respect and treated her to many, many dates. Some found it hard to find things to do in their small (but growing) village, but Mariano exhausted every possible option he could.
He was indeed the perfect man.
Just… not Isabela’s perfect man.
Without having to come clean about her secrets and imperfections, there was no way Isabela could say no. Not a single reason that came into Isabela’s head was one that she thought Abuela would accept, least of all the fact that she wasn’t attracted to men. It was a haunting thought. Unknowing of her daughter’s lack of attraction, Julieta had done her best to prepare her daughter for the married life. She had helped her learn the chores of a housewife like cooking, cleaning, taking care of the house among many other things – although there was one lesson which Isabela had found much tougher than the rest.
It was hard enough getting the basic puberty talk when she was a preteen but having to sit with your mother and have an in-depth conversation about sex and sexual workings was horrifying. Even more so knowing that your cousin can hear everything without having to be in the same room and experience the first-hand embarrassment herself. Dolores did not hesitate to tease her about it.
“Morning mi Vida…” Julieta smiled lovingly, taking her eldest daughters hand into her own and in the process, breaking Isabela’s disturbed thoughts. “It’s beautiful outside – the perfect day for you.”
Abuela wasted no time at all pulling Isabela from her platformed bed towards the door, picking at stray petals that littered Isabela’s hair while the other two ladies followed expectantly. They moved into the main house, shutting Isabela’s door tight behind them.
And so it begins, Isabela thought to herself. Her final days of freedom had gone, and now the hard work was starting. They halted outside the main bathroom, Abuela spinning Isabela around and beginning to unbutton her nightshirt from the neckline. After years of her Abuela invading her personal space, Isabela was used to it and just let it happen – there was no point in causing her family stress on such a big day for everyone.
“There’s so much to do! First, you need to get all washed up, make sure you scrub properly” Abuela pulled her into the bathroom, where a screen separated the two sides, “Once you’re clean, Pepa will wash, dry and start styling your hair, okay?”
Isabela nodded.
“yes Abuela.”
“Don’t forget, we have a tight time schedule so make your bath snappy!”
With that the older lady vanished, her long purple gown swishing against the floors as she sped through the house. Julieta held Isabela’s hand and stroked the top of it gently.
“Don’t mind mama, you know today is just as important to her as it is to you. She’s spent months arranging this and wants to make sure it’s all perfect.”
“I know it will be mama,” Again, another forced smile. It must not have quite met her eyes, as Julietta stopped for a moment and stared at Isabela’s face. But there was no time for either party to say a word, for Pepa began bundling Julieta out of the room.
“You have stuff to do too, Juli!” She grinned, closing the door for some privacy.
Finally, alone in the bathroom, Isabela undressed behind the screen. She dropped by baby pink nightgown to the floor and stepped out of it, then removed her matching underwear of the same colour. True to her plan, Abuela had already ran the bath and Isabela wasted no time settling into it.
For a moment, she was alone again and could enjoy her own company while she wallowed in the hot waters. Even if it was only for a minute or two, the relief of relaxation was-
“Isabela! I’m coming in!”
Over.
Pepa called out, re-entering the room with no hesitation.
Isabela startled in the water causing splashes over the side and onto the floor. She hurriedly sank deeper, hoping her scars wouldn’t be visible. She needn’t worry, Pepa stayed behind the screen and didn’t make any attempt to come across into her space, but the fear was still present.
“Isabela, are you nearly done now? I need to start on your hair…”
“Yes Tia, give me a moment,” Isabela reached for the robe that had been left for her, grimacing as it was yet another item of clothing in the colour pink. She was thankful that Abuela had not insisted on a pink wedding dress – having the colour ruling her perfection every single was enough, but surely she should be granted an exception on the worst day of her life.
Isabela pulled the robe tightly over her damp but clean body, drained the bath and headed around the screen where her Tia was waiting.
So much for her good mood, Isabela thought. A cloud was forming over Pepa’s head, showing that the woman as already feeling the pressure of time for doing her hair. Isabela could only hope she wouldn’t start thundering, as then there would be trouble for sure.
It begins.
The night eventually came to a slow grinding halt. Guests were beginning to leave and the Madrigal family wished them all well, but the slow realisation was starting to settle in for Isabela – everyone knew what happened on the wedding night and she was dreading it. Expectations had been high all day, but she suspected Mariano’s would be peaking relatively soon as the door was closed behind them and they were alone.
“Are you okay, mi amor?”
Isabela was not okay. Her breath hitched in her throat, her heart felt too fast and the whole process was moving much faster than she expected. She was lay back in the bed, her wedding dress was long since abandoned in a crumbled pile on the floor, along with Mariano’s shirt and trousers.
He had, of course, been a gentleman about the whole situation. He had started off with a reading of his poetry, talking about how he had waited so long for this wonderful day, how beautiful Isabela was and how privileged he felt to be able to become part of the amazing Madrigal family.
He had followed with a full body massage, allowing Isabela to laze in her underwear while he rubbed her back, legs, arms and shoulders. She had to admit, he was good at it. In any other circumstances it would have been soothing and relaxing – finally her muscles getting the tender love and care that they needed. But, as it stood, every touch felt like a burn on her skin, each press and rub stung so obnoxiously that Isabela had to force herself to lay still instead of writhing like her body demanded her to do.
It was worse when he requested she turn over. Her breasts, hips and thighs became victim to his cool hands and Isabela could no longer hide her facial expressions.
“Isabela?” Mariano peered closely at her, his brown eyes becoming wide. Isabela had been holding her breath.
She slowly breathed out, getting her bearings once again.
“I’m fine,” She forced a smile, and hoped that it was convincing enough.
Mariano did not seem convinced by her. He frowned slightly, and moved back from hovering over Isabela, sitting back on his heels. He pondered for a moment, not meeting her eyes. Isabela sat up.
“Are you sure? You seem- “
“I’m just excited!” Isabela forced herself to exclaim, hoping she sounded genuinely happy. She leaned forward giving him an excellent view of her cleavage and pushed a hand against his underwear, feeling his semi erect penis swell to full size. Mariano gasped suddenly, unexpecting of the sudden movement.
“I’ve been waiting a long time to do this with you,” Isabela leaned and whispered into his ear, breathing heavily to give him good chills.
That was all the permission Mariano needed. Satisfied that Isabela was happy to go ahead, he pushed her back to lying in the sheets and followed her down, pushing his lips against hers and forcing his tongue into her mouth. Isabela tried to force her body to relax against his, but her flight or fight reflexes were making it difficult. All she wanted to do was kick him off and sprint as fast as she could, away from her room, her house and even the village.
But she remained motionless in the sheets, letting his tongue assault hers while his beard sandpapered her face.
It’s for the family. It’s for the family.
Mariano pressed himself close to her, a leg between hers with his solid member straining against his underwear for freedom. Slowly, he began to grind against her, rubbing his leg against her crotch in hopes of warming his beautiful wife up. Mariano was still thinking of her, even when his own sexual appetite was calling so desperately.
Instead, it felt like friction burns to Isabela. She let out a grunt of pain, hoping he might ease off a little: he didn’t. To a man, any noise from their lady was usually a good sign for them to continue so that’s what he did.
After minutes of grinding and kissing, Mariano drew back. Isabela gasped for breath and as she recovered she noticed staining beginning to form on Mariano’s underwear.
She knew what was next.
It’s for the family.
Slowly, she reached and undid her bra from the back then allowed the fabric to fall into her lap. Mariano’s eyes widened and then locked onto her perky chest.
With shaking hands she reached for his underwear, tugged at the sides and tried to pull them down. The sooner they got on with it, the better for her sanity. She couldn’t take the anxiety and constant countdown any longer. Mariano also seemed to be reaching a limit and started to help Isabela with his undergarments, desperately pulling down his waistband and allowing his cock to spring free.
Isabela sharply inhaled. If the sight of a dick wasn’t enough to knock her sick, the size of his specimen certainly did the job. She wasn’t expecting him to be so large and could feel panic beginning to set in.
How was it supposed to fit inside?
Trying to steel herself, she reached out with one hand and curled her dainty fingers around his massive cock, tugging experimentally. She closed her eyes and tried not to think about what she was doing. Mariano seemed not to be paying any kind of attention – years of self-pleasure were borderline boring in comparison to the electrifying feeling he got when his newly wed wife grasped his cock.
Isabela reminded herself again.
It’s for the family.
After a few tender strokes, Isabela felt her hand becoming a little damp. She was afraid to open her eyes and just tried to reassure herself that it was natural.
She was relived when Mariano pushed her hand away gently. His eyes were lidded and he panted heavily.
“Can I see all of you, por favour mi princesca?”
She knew it was coming and readied herself. With a nod, she flopped backwards into her sheets, spreading her legs slightly to allow better access for him. Mariano didn’t need any encouragement. Without hesitation, he untied the ribbon holding her underwear up and rolled them down her legs. He seemed to grow more excited as Isabela’s jewel was revealed and he leant down to kiss her hairless crotch without a second thought.
“You are beautiful!” he breathed, running his hands up and down her body while beginning to angle his crotch towards hers. Isabela tensed all over.
He was ready.
Isabela didn’t think she could ever be ready for the heinous act that was about to be carried out on her, but she gripped her sheets and tried to relax in preparation. She had been told it could hurt and to just relax and let it happen was the easiest way to minimise the pain.
“Are you sure you’re ready?”
Isabela opened her eyes. Although he was dripping his sweat and precum, Mariano was still craving for her approval and consent. Isabela nodded and spread her legs further apart to give better access. She had never felt so exposed in her life; however, given the gravity of her situation it was the last thing on her mind.
“You don’t have to force yourself, mi amor. I know its our wedding night, but I want to make sure you’re really ready.”
Isabela was beginning to feel herself unwinding. If he kept his up, she knew she wouldn’t be able to go through with it.
It had to be now.
“Please, Marianito, I need this.” She hoped using his pet name that still somehow managed to delight him after hundreds of uses would encourage him to just… stick it in.
Doubt flickered across his face one last time, but with the insistence of Isabela, he moved forward and his cock teased her entrance.
Isabela braced herself once more.
It’s for the family.
Saying it could hurt seemed like an understatement. It took all of Isabela’s might not to scream in agony as it felt like her body was getting torn int two, bottom to top. She bit her lip, drawing blood instantly but not caring.
Fuck her family.
Isabela held in her cries, her moans, her screams all for her family. It had to be perfect for Mariano, else this whole experience would be pointless. It felt like hours before anything else was said, each millisecond feeling like minutes as her walls were stretched and torn by the man who was going to be looking after her forever.
Mariano seemed lost in the lust. His eyes were glazed and his cheeks red as he could feel Isabela clenching down on him. With a moan, he tried to regain his surroundings – it already felt like heaven and he hadn’t even reached climax, although she could feel that he was very, VERY close.
“Please… Isabela... can I move inside you? Is that okay? Are you feeling fine?”
Almost delirious with pleasure, Mariano could barely comprehend Isabela’s words. All he understood was a simple yes, and with no more faltering or hesitation, he began to rock his body against hers, slamming his hips against her crotch, building up speed as he progressed.
Isabela could only grunt as they continued. Her crotch was slowly becoming more and more numb, her vaginal walls just spasming against her will, her legs were kicking out without feeling and her hips shifted uncomfortably on the bed.
In all honestly, Isabela felt like she was dying. The pain was excruciating. There were no other words for it.
She wasn’t even sure if she was conscious.
Mariano gave a loud moan of pleasure, and after his hips jerked involuntarily Isabela could feel a warmth spreading somewhere inside her. Was she urinating? That’s what it felt like. Mariano seemed to give up and flop forward, nearly crushing Isabela beneath him. He moaned and groaned as aftershocks wracked his body, almost like a spasm controlling all his limbs.
He black splotches began to fade from Isabela’s vision and she could finally squint and see her room once again. The lights were too bright and hurt her eyes as she tried to blink awake. To her side Mariano lay, his breathing, eyes closed into a strained frown: he was absolutely exhausted.
Isabela could share his exhaustion. Her body ached and her limbs were so heavy from the violation she had endured. Everything was just painful.
With a heavy, trembling hand she reached down to see if her crotch was still attached to her body. She withdrew it in disgust when she came into contact with warm sticky fluid. Assuming it was Mariano’s spunk, she quickly wiped it on her once clean sheets.
For a few minutes they lay without speaking a word and just listened to the heavy pants that the two of them were releasing.
Isabela turned around slowly, causing her body to throb with pain and her muscles to set alight with burning fires inside them. To her surprise and relief, it seemed that Mariano was already asleep – a lover so caring and generous in sexual intimacy, yet so exhausted by his own actions he could no longer even remain awake to see if Isabela had reached her own climax.
In his defence, it had been a long day.
For the both of them.
Moving carefully so she didn’t awaken her sleeping husband, Isabela rolled to the edge of her- no, THEIR bed. As Isabela sat up, a shooting pain in her abdomen took her by surprise and caused her to gasp loudly. Inwardly she cringed, hoping it didn’t awaken Mariano. After checking over her shoulder, he seemed indifferent and continued to snore softly. Desperately trying to get away from him and to get five minutes to recover alone, Isabela stood and grabbed her robe; grimacing as she did so, for she could feel globs of cum leaving her insides and trailing down her leg.
She hurried out of her room and across to the bathroom, hoping nobody would see her. Abuela had criticised her once when they’d ran into each other and Isabela was not fully dressed, and right now Isabela didn’t feel that she could handle anymore of her perfection talk right now.
For better or worse, it wasn’t Abuela she ran into.
Rounding the corner into the bathroom, Isabela collided with another member of the family, in the dim light she couldn’t immediately tell who but as they muttered sorry to one another and got their bearings together Isabela felt her heart drop as she saw who was stood in front of her.
Dolores.
The two of them just stood in silence for a moment, unsure of what to say to one another.
While Isabela wasn’t aware of the interest Dolores had in Mariano, she was acutely aware of the fact it was nearly impossible to do anything in the house without her cousin and her gift knowing what happened behind closed doors.
Isabela shuffled in her stance uncomfortably, feeling the nasty fluid dribbling further down her thighs and nearly at her knee.
Dolores looked away, unable to make eye contact.
Isabela found herself blushing a bit. She knew.
“Goodnight Dolores,” She said softly. It seemed to kickstart her prima a little, and with a deadpan expression, Dolores muttered a goodnight and moved out of the way: not quickly enough so that Isabela didn’t notice the tears forming in her eyes.
At that moment, Isabela was too exhausted to think about it too deeply.
She felt disgusting and just wanted to rid her body of the sinful fluid before being able to thoroughly bathe the next day.
Sighing as she did so, Isabela dampened a washcloth and propped her leg up on the side of the bath then reached underneath herself to try and clean up a little bit.
Satisfied with her first few wipes, Isabela withdrew the cloth and went to rinse it. She halted as soon as it came into sight; her stomach dropped and her head felt woozy.
She was bleeding.
For the second time that night, her mind began to spin while her vision became blackened and patchy. Isabela could feel herself loosing balance and slipping sideways; Casita offering some support to break her fall which ensured she didn’t get too hurt.
Cursing under her breath, Isabela closed her eyes and allowed herself to lie still and flat.
She could only hope the feelings would pass soon enough.