The Price I Paid on My Wedding Morning

The image the mirror gave back to me was dazzling. My friends showered me with compliments, running their fingers over the embroidered fabric, over the tiny gemstones that glittered in the morning light. Yes, it had cost a fortune, but it was worth it. I would wear it only that day, for a few hours, and even so it was worth it. It was the happiest day of my life. I was marrying the man I had dreamed of forever, and after four years of hardship I finally had a stable, well-paid position for life.

And yet my face did not express the happiness everyone expected.

‘Just nerves,’ Nuria repeated again and again, as though she wanted to convince herself.

‘But there are four hours to go, girl. Aren’t you afraid something might happen?’ Raquel asked.

‘No, relax,’ I replied, surprised by how firm my voice sounded.

‘Come on, don’t worry,’ Nuria cut in. ‘Go get yourselves ready, or you’ll be late. I’ll stay and look after her. Make sure nothing gets stained, hehe.’

A string of kisses, a ‘see you later’ repeated five times, and my friends began to leave. Only Raquel stopped at the door, with a question that sounded like a reproach.

‘Your mother should be here by now, seeing how beautiful you look. Where has she got to?’

‘I don’t know. She isn’t answering her phone. But I don’t think she’ll be long.’

***

When the door closed, I kept looking at the mirror. Or perhaps I was looking at nothing. My gaze had become lost somewhere in the glass until Nuria pulled me out of my trance.

‘Shall we go?’

I looked at her. My friend? Three months ago I hadn’t even known her, and now sometimes I felt she was my ally and sometimes my executioner. In any case, she was the person I spent the most time with.

My pleading look should have been accompanied by an actual plea, but I stayed silent. It was useless. Nuria had no way to stop everything either, no way to turn the page. We were both trapped in the same machinery.

I lowered my head as she came over to open the door of my suite, my ‘love nest.’ In that very room, we were supposed to consummate the marriage that night. It would not be the first time with him, of course, but it would be the first with the blessing of the Church, with that ‘for life’ label the priest would pronounce in a few hours.

I looked at the bed for a moment and sighed. Nuria was already in the doorway. She was not hurrying me, but we both knew that delaying it was pointless.

***

The door of room 131 closed behind us. I lifted the skirt of the dress so it would not brush against the carpet, though it was still missing the train, the nearly two meters of tulle they would attach as soon as I got out of the wedding car.

‘Take off the dress. And the headpiece.’

The man ordering me to undress was sitting in the armchair opposite me, with his glass of whisky and ice and an impassive expression. Damián. Always wearing the same look of someone who knew he was going to get his way.

Nuria helped me with the zipper.

‘Not the corset. Or the stockings. The panties, yes—better,’ he said. ‘It’ll be more comfortable.’

‘Please. Not today…’ I murmured.

My plaintive voice, far from softening him, drew a smile.

‘Today is the perfect day, sweetheart. The best one we could have chosen.’

‘But this afternoon…’

‘We have plenty of time, girl. Unless you start dragging your feet. Come here. Kneel.’

‘The stockings…’ I protested.

‘There’s carpet. And besides, if they get ruined, no one will see with that dress on. Same with the corset. Come on, on your knees. Get it out.’

I knelt in front of the armchair, the corset squeezing my breasts and the stockings pulling tight against my thighs. I undid his belt, lowered his zipper, and pulled out his already half-hard cock. Thick, with prominent veins, its glans shining at the tip with a drop of pre-cum that smeared across my lips as soon as I brought my mouth close. He smelled of himself, whisky, and expensive cologne. I gagged before I had even taken him in.

As soon as my lips brushed his glans, a tear rolled down my cheek and cut a track through my makeup.

‘Beautiful. Don’t worry about the mascara; Nuria will fix it when we’re done. The hotel hairstylist has been notified too.’ He turned toward her. ‘Take a picture as soon as she has it inside. She looks magnificent.’

I began a hurried blowjob, helping myself with one hand, sucking the tip and sliding down to the middle of his shaft, feeling it swell and harden inside my mouth. Saliva began running down my chin and dripping onto the white corset. Damián stopped me by placing his palm against my forehead.

‘No rush, girl. Let me enjoy it. We have plenty of time. Take the whole thing out and lick it from the balls to the tip. That’s it, very slowly. And look at me while you do it.’

I obeyed. I stuck out my tongue and ran it along the entire underside of his cock, feeling every vein, every pulse. I licked his balls one by one, taking them into my mouth while I stroked his glans, soaked in my saliva, with my hand. He sighed, satisfied, and every so often brushed my hair aside so he could see my face better.

‘That’s it. Now spit on it and take it all the way down. I want to hear you gag on it.’

I gathered a good mouthful of saliva and let it fall over his glans. With my hand I spread it along the entire length and shoved him into my mouth until the tip struck the back of my throat. The gag came immediately; tears sprang to my eyes again, and he gave a short laugh as he held my head so I could not pull away.

‘But my mother…’ I insisted as soon as I could breathe, my voice broken, a thread of drool hanging from my lip.

‘Your mother is busy with Adrián. You’ll see her when you reach the church, at the door.’

‘Adrián? No…’

‘Why not? I like that boy. He’s obedient and helpful. As soon as your father passes out drunk, he’ll take her away from the reception.’

‘My father? Please…’ My stomach clenched.

‘Your father and your husband. Do you think I’m going to let him fuck you tonight? Today you’re mine. Tomorrow you’ll wake up beside him, and if his hangover allows it, you can fuck him. Bareback, too. That way he’ll enter the roulette as well.’

‘What roulette?’

‘Your birth control isn’t real; you’ve been taking vitamins for months. From today on, you’ll fuck without condoms—with me and with whoever I decide—until you get pregnant. Children are the joy of the home, aren’t they? I just hope the kid doesn’t come out dark-haired, ha.’

‘You’re ruining my life…’

‘You ruined it all by yourself, baby. Always keep that in mind. I don’t care whether you regret it. But I’ll make you a promise, my wedding gift: as soon as the pregnancy is confirmed, I’ll set you free. On one condition: you name him after me. Of course, if it’s a girl, you’ll have to keep trying.’

‘You son of a bitch.’ My furious expression did not move a single muscle of his smile.

‘And proud of it.’ He took a drink. ‘Keep going, slowly, so I can savor it. And put your hands behind your back. Or would you rather I tied them?’

***

I clasped my wrists behind my waist and put him back in my mouth without using my hands. Now he was the one setting the pace, gripping me by the nape, by my hair, forcing me deeper with a ‘you can do it, don’t stop.’ Every thrust against my throat made me gag, and with every gag saliva streamed down my chin, over the neckline of the corset, between my squeezed-together breasts. He fucked my mouth eagerly, without mercy, holding my head with both hands while I tried to breathe through my nose. Nuria’s camera clicked once, twice, three times.

‘Come on, Nuria,’ he said suddenly without taking it out. ‘There’s a harness in the bag. Let’s see if opening her ass makes her open her mouth wider.’

Any attempt at protest from my kneeling position was impossible: the hand on my nape kept me from freeing my mouth. I felt the skirt being lifted and something probing my entrance—not the back one, but my pussy. One of Nuria’s fingers sank between my lips, looking for its own lubrication for the harness.

‘What are you doing?’ he asked.

‘Lubricating her,’ Nuria replied.

‘What for? No. Bareback.’

‘Come on, Damián, don’t be an animal.’

‘Fine…’ he conceded halfway. ‘That ass still has a busy night ahead of it. But the first thrust goes all the way in.’

I felt the cold tip of the dildo against my barely moistened asshole, with a little saliva Nuria had spat onto it. I clenched my teeth around Damián’s cock on instinct, and he yanked my hair so I would not bite him. The anal penetration was brutal: Nuria thrust once and opened me completely, without pausing, burying the harness to its base. I screamed with my mouth full, my vision clouded, and a small stream of piss escaped and soaked my stockings.

The shouts of ‘break her!’ drove Nuria to be even rougher, gripping my hips as she impaled me at a frantic rhythm, pulling almost all the way out and driving it back in to the hilt. The harness made a wet sound every time it struck my buttocks, and I rocked forward against Damián’s cock with every thrust. Damián held my head and fucked my throat at the same pace, until I felt his glans swell further and the taste of pre-cum flood my tongue.

‘Come on, lift her,’ he ordered, tugging my hair.

Nuria pulled out of my ass in one wrench that made me howl and helped me stand so she could seat me on top of him, astride the armchair with my back to him. She held his cock upright and made me lower myself slowly onto it. The glans pressed against my pussy, still dry from nerves, then forced its way in, drawing a long moan from me, and I impaled myself on him until my ass settled onto his thighs. Everything burned, my anus throbbing, my pussy stretched, but it barely lasted. Damián grabbed my hips and began raising and lowering me as though I were a toy, while Nuria held my breasts over the corset so they would bounce for the camera.

‘Move yourself, slut. Ride me.’

I began rising and falling, bracing my hands on his knees, my stockings slipping, feeling his cock sink deep into my pussy, striking my cervix. Damián pinched my nipples through the corset and bit my shoulder. On the third thrust he dug his nails into my hips and held me still on his thighs while he finished inside me, with short, deep thrusts, growling in my ear. I felt every pulse of his cock emptying itself, jet after jet, hot semen filling me inside and already beginning to seep around his shaft.

‘Uff, excellent. Put the harness on her so none of it gets out.’

Nuria lifted me and, in the same movement, fitted the harness into my pussy, sealing me like a cork. I felt the semen trapped inside, hot and sloshing every time I moved.

Obediently, submissively, I took the harness Nuria had just unfastened from my ass, with traces of it still clinging to it.

‘But clean it first. Suck it, so you don’t get an infection.’ He paused. ‘You know, Elena? I think you have a lot of potential as a whore. When I leave the Club, maybe I’ll raffle you off among the clients. Would you like to be the madam of a place like that?’

I put the dildo in my mouth and sucked it clean, swallowing my own taste and gagging again. Nuria took another picture.

I was sitting on the floor, trying to settle the harness filling my dripping pussy, when someone knocked at the door.

***

‘All right, little whore. Take out the harness and kneel facing the door. And open your mouth a little.’

I pulled out the plug, and a thick stream of semen mixed with my fluids spilled onto the carpet between my thighs. Nuria clicked her tongue, annoyed by the stain, but said nothing. I knelt facing the door, my hands resting on my thighs, the corset undone, one breast exposed, my lipstick smeared, and my mouth half open as they had instructed.

When Nuria opened it, five people entered: four men and a woman, all young except for one who looked around fifty.

‘These are the waiters who will serve you at the reception. It’s only fair that you give them a tip in advance, don’t you think? They didn’t all want to come, and Marcos is the only one from the kitchen. But enough introductions. Start lowering their trousers; they need to get ready.’

I began with the oldest, Marcos from the kitchen. I undid his trousers and pulled out a short, very thick cock that was already hardening. I put it in my mouth, and he sighed deeply, gripping my hair almost tenderly, until he began pushing farther in. Before he reached the edge, he pulled me away, turned my face, and came over my cheeks, between my eyes, with a hoarse groan. The first hot spurt blinded me for an instant.

The next one, one of the younger men, did not even let me suck him; he laid me on my back on the carpet, spread my legs, and plunged into my pussy, still smeared with Damián’s semen. He fucked quickly, almost clumsily, biting my neck, until he pulled out and painted my breasts and corset.

The kindest was the girl. She thanked me for the oral sex with a ‘thanks, gorgeous’ when I pushed my tongue between her lips and sucked her clitoris with genuine hunger. She wanted to try the harness, but she did it gently, positioning herself on top and moving slowly, seeking my pleasure more than her own. She licked my nipples, stroked my hair, and nearly brought me to an orgasm that embarrassed me more than it pleased me, while I tried to contain the spasms and she smiled.

The wildest, one of the young men, grabbed my hair, spat into my open mouth, and bit my nipples until I howled. He put his cock in my mouth and fucked it deep, holding me with both hands, making me choke without stopping. Damián stopped him when he tried to slap me and, like all the others, he finished without pulling out, coming over my tongue and forcing me to swallow. The taste made me gag, and he laughed.

That emboldened the other two, who made me kneel again before leaving, one in front and one behind. The one behind put his cock in my pussy, already full of residue, thrust two, three, four times, and came inside while the one in front filled my mouth at the same time. I felt both streams at once, one running down my throat, the other spilling between my legs.

‘Don’t be afraid,’ Damián tried to reassure me. ‘At the reception they’ll behave as though they don’t know you at all. For their own good. Just as I gave them this, I can leave them without jobs and without teeth if they make the slightest insinuation.’

I contemplated my pathetic image in the room’s long mirror. How different it was from the one I had seen less than an hour earlier. I stared angrily at the streaks on my face, the yellowish clumps staining the open corset, the threads of semen running from my pussy down the inside of my thigh until they disappeared into the stocking.

‘And now? Can I go?’ I asked.

‘What’s the hurry? Now comes the good part. Nuria, the blindfold. Some people you know are coming. You won’t know who they are, but they will. And I’ll give them some souvenir photos. It’s also to keep you from getting difficult with anyone, so none of them can release the pictures.’

I crumbled. Rage turned into anguish, into fear. Whom had that bastard chosen? Friends, family, coworkers?

***

Nuria tied me to the bedposts, on my back, with my legs spread and my stockings in tatters. She put the blindfold over my eyes and noticed that I was trembling. She caressed my cheek for a moment, in a gesture that almost seemed human, then stepped away.

They came one by one, in absolute silence, broken only by moans and the click of the camera shutter. How many? Six, seven? The first went straight for my pussy, without saying a word, and came inside after three thrusts. The second put it in my mouth and emptied himself down my throat before I could react. The third was slow; he pinched my nipples, ran his cock between my breasts, and squeezed them together until he came over my neck.

Only two entered together, taking turns: one in my mouth, the other in my pussy, and at some point they switched without warning, putting the same cock that had just been in my pussy into my mouth. I lost count and even awareness of where my hands were tied. Almost all of them held them, behind my back or to the bedposts. There were slaps on my buttocks and thighs, one open-handed slap on each breast, but only one used the belt, so hard that it made Nuria protest: ‘Don’t leave marks, damn it!’ Someone tried to put it in my ass, and Damián stopped him: ‘Not there, not today; it’s open enough already.’ Every single one of them came inside me or over me. I ended up drenched, my hair matted, my chest, belly, thighs, stockings—everything sticky.

When they removed the blindfold, I looked around, disoriented. Semen dripped from my mouth and breasts, running down the inner sides of my thighs to the carpet.

‘Looking for the dress? It’s in your room, so you can get dressed when you’re finished. Now it’s time to have your hair done.’

I looked at myself in the mirror, terrified. Nuria helped me adjust the corset, but the streaks covered my entire body, even my stockings.

‘I can’t go out like this!’

‘Why not? There’s hardly anyone in the corridors. And the salon is closed to the public. Oh, right, something’s missing.’

From the damned bag that had contained the harness and the clamps, Damián took out a thin white strap with a ring in the center. Nuria fastened it around my neck, and he attached a little silver chain.

‘That’s much better. Nuria will guide you. I suppose you can already imagine how you’re going to pay the hairstylist.’

***

At least, a small consolation, my heels made no sound on the carpet in the corridor. But there was a stretch to the elevator that passed right in front of my room. What if someone was inside? My mother?

‘Well, well, what games,’ I heard.

I turned my gaze toward the wall. I had seen them when I came out of the elevator, but I had not even been able to tell whether they were men or women.

‘Isn’t she interesting?’ Nuria said to them, smiling.

‘You bet. Can we join in?’

‘Do you each have five hundred euros?’

‘Ooh, too expensive. And she looks pretty well used already, hehe.’

‘She’s worth it, I assure you,’ Nuria concluded as she entered the elevator.

***

‘So you were serious,’ was the first thing the hairstylist said when he opened the door for us. As soon as we entered, he closed it and lowered the blind over the corridor. I avoided his gaze while he took me by the chin to examine my face. ‘The way my body’s reacting, I won’t even be able to work.’

Nuria made as if to push me down so I would kneel.

‘No, no, better for her to lean on the chair. Stick your ass out, girl.’

As soon as I placed my hands on the backrest, his hands began inspecting me: my hips, neck, breasts, legs. He put two fingers into my pussy, and they splashed through the mixture of other men’s semen before he withdrew them gleaming. He brought them to his mouth without taking his eyes off me in the mirror.

‘Can I choose?’

‘Whatever you want, but you have to finish in her pussy,’ Nuria replied.

‘Is she…?’

‘Don’t ask.’

He lowered his trousers. He had a long, curved cock. He spat between my buttocks, opened me with his thumbs, and tried my asshole first, sinking half his glans inside. He drew a moan from me and withdrew.

‘Nuria says the pussy. Obedient fellow that I am.’

He positioned himself behind me and drove into my soaked pussy in one thrust. He needed no foreplay; everything was already slippery. He fucked me, leaning his weight over me, one hand on my hip and the other pressing my nape against the backrest, while I watched his focused face and my own in the mirror, my makeup smeared, my mouth open. It lasted as long as it lasted: a few minutes of long thrusts, growing faster and faster, until he grunted and dug his fingers into me, coming inside me in jets and pushing all the way in. He stayed like that for a few seconds, breathing over my back, before slowly pulling out.

‘Beautiful. Now sit down so I can fix you up.’

***

From the neck down, it looked as though nothing had changed since I had looked at myself in my room. The hairstylist did an excellent job, recreating the hairstyle in the photograph they had sent him hours earlier. Nuria took great care with my makeup. At least I would return to the suite covered by the salon’s ample robe instead of half naked.

‘Don’t start crying now or you’ll smudge your mascara,’ she warned me.

There was half an hour to go before I got into the car when my friends came rushing in.

‘Perfect! Thank goodness you managed to endure it. It must have been terribly uncomfortable wearing the dress for so many hours.’

The uncomfortable part was not the dress, but what was underneath it. The corset, stockings, and panties still held the remains. I could feel the hairstylist’s semen, mixed with everyone else’s, continuing to trickle slowly between my thighs, absorbed by the fabric of the panties, which were already soaked. Although Damián had sworn that my husband would never find out, the thought of beginning to undress in front of him that night filled me with panic. And the collar. One of Nuria’s whims. The ring was still around my neck; the embroidered choker covered it completely, but one careless moment…

***

My father helped me out of the car and, taking me by the arm, led me toward the altar while the two children held the train. My mother was waiting at the entrance, wearing an expression impossible to decipher, moved or shattered. Beside her stood Adrián, one of the photographers from the shoot.

The ceremony was flawless. I concealed the discomfort of my stained underwear with a smile, as well as kissing my brand-new husband with that mouth.

***

As Damián had promised, the waiters ignored me all afternoon. Not a single extra glance, entirely professional. After the first dance, my father asked me for another. He seemed tipsy. When we returned to the table, he began acting strangely, tired. A waiter accompanied him to the restroom. He never came back.

That was when I realized I had not tasted the wine they had been serving him and my husband. Even so, my husband lasted through almost the entire evening, yawning; he even danced with the bridesmaids and my mother-in-law, who would also later disappear to look for her husband.

The older guests left at eleven. Shortly afterward, the bride and groom did too, amid applause and suggestive comments: ‘Time to consummate?’

But no. Nuria, one of the waiters, and I helped carry my brand-new husband to bed and left him asleep in his underwear. The young man said goodbye politely and left.

***

Nuria opened the door at the pounding, and the sight split me in two. My mother, my saintly mother, dressed like a prostitute: leather miniskirt, fishnet stockings, a top with an impossibly low neckline and a chain dangling between her breasts. Around her neck, a thick collar bearing the letters ‘PILAR,’ in case any acquaintance had doubts. Exaggerated makeup, red spilling beyond her lips.

Her sadness contrasted with Adrián’s mocking smile as he stood beside her, his hand openly buried in her cleavage, pinching a nipple that protruded from the top.

‘Come on,’ he said.

When I moved to put my hands on the zipper, he stopped me.

‘No, no, don’t take it off. If it gets ruined by what you bring out tonight, you can buy another one. You’re going to be the most sought-after whores in the Club. We’ll bring you back at five, or whatever’s left of you. Two of the hardest sadists have already asked for your mom. And she’s going to behave like a champion, isn’t she, whore?’

With a tug of her hair, he turned my mother toward him and planted a deep kiss on her, thrusting his tongue all the way in, while with his other hand he pulled an entire breast out of her top and kneaded it in front of me. She did not resist. She opened her mouth wider, surrendered, and returned his kiss with the obedient indifference of someone who had nothing left to lose.

‘Yes, Master, whatever you say,’ she murmured when he released her, and I could not tell whether there was fear or resignation in her voice.

‘Then let’s go. Margot is waiting for me. And you’re joining us, aren’t you, Nuria?’

‘What choice do I have?’ she said resignedly.

‘I’ve wanted to see you get tangled up with my girl while I fuck you both senseless for a long time. Since Damián won’t be there, I’m your master tonight. Is that clear? The Uber is waiting in the parking lot.’

‘You ordered an Uber?’

‘Of course. You didn’t expect me to drive, did you? It’ll be fun to see the driver’s face: you in the passenger seat with your tits out while I paw these two in the back. I hope we don’t have an accident, ha.’