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Long shadows crept across the walls of the old hovel Bruno had taken over since Casita fell. He took the candle in his hand, watching the green light flicker with his power over it.
The Madrigals were all there… all but one.
Mirabel. Poor, sweet Mirabel, died for this stupid fucking candle, for this terrible, broken family. She died for a family that would never have loved her, paid in blood for their cruelty and negligence. Just like him, she'd wanted nothing more than to be accepted by them. She was a child that needed love and got none. She was just like him. If she hadn't tried to help him, maybe she would still be alive.
He felt guilty, but most of all he felt angry. So fucking angry.
No one dared intervene when he snatched the family away for punishment, Bruno had made sure of that. Those brave enough to gather with their torches and pitchforks were swiftly dispatched and now it was just him and his family. They would pay in blood for their sins.
Luisa’s body already broke when she shielded her parents from the falling rubble. She was alive, but barely. She wasn't conscious to receive any more punishment.
Camilo was only Mirabel’s age. He was her friend. He could've done more, but he was not as bad as the others. A few lashes for him were enough for now. He didn't need much punishment.
Antonio was also too young. He had no say in anything that had happened. He was just the next link in the chain. He didn't need punishment.
Dolores had listened to everything and done nothing. She never lifted a finger to help anyone. Her inaction was the root of so much pain. She should be punished.
Isabela was the worst of his sobrinas. Entitled and perfect, she got everything she wanted and yet she was still so cruel to Mirabel. It made his blood boil and stomach churn to think of her. She was Alma's favorite. Her. It should've been him. He should've been at the forefront of the family. He should've gotten the attention, love, and praise that Isabela showered in daily. His vision went red just thinking of it. She needed to be punished.
His siblings would suffer soon. They could listen helplessly to the children they'd failed be punished first. Then it would be their turn.
The door creaked when Bruno entered the room he'd sealed Dolores and Isabela in. It was an old wine cellar at some point, now it was just an empty room with creaky wooden floorboards and two support beams.
Dolores was bound to a beam with rope and Isabela was tied down to the ground with vines. It only felt fitting to use her former power against her.
Isabela’s eyes flashed when he entered. Her pretty features twisted into a furious mask, mouth snarling around the vine gag stuck between her teeth to keep her quiet. Her perfect skin was already marred with some bruises and shallow cuts. She fought because of course she had to be difficult.
Dolores was much more tame. She cowered back against the support beam, lowering her head and watching him with scared, wet eyes. She didn't need to be gagged to know to shut up.
He looked over his sobrinas with a deceptively calm expression. They both had to pay now and they knew it.
Stalking over to Dolores first, he watched her lip tremble, tears starting to fall before he'd even done anything. She didn't dare make a sound, not even when he walked up and raised a hand threateningly. Her eyes closed and she turned her head. It was good that she was afraid. She should be.
She squealed in pain when he struck her cheek hard, pressing back against the beam as if she was trying to get away. He scoffed at the attempt, grabbing her hair and twisting it hard enough to make her cry out again. “You knew this entire time, and you never said anything.”
He snarled in her face and she flinched. Tears flowed freely down her cheeks now. He could feel her trembling.
“I'm sorry! I-I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please- please, Tió, please-”
“Too late for sorries,” he yanked on her hair hard enough to pull strands loose. He hoped Pepa could hear her daughter now.
He raised a hand to strike her again, slapping her across the face hard enough that her head snapped to the side. Releasing her hair, he watched her slump against the pole. If the ropes would let her collapse, she would have by now. He curled his hand into a fist and slammed into her belly once. Then twice. She shrieked each time, wailing desperately for mercy.
“STOP IT!! GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HER!”
Bruno stopped his third punch mid swing. Isabela had fully gnawed through the vine gagging her like some kind of animal. She snarled and hissed at him, baring her teeth threateningly.
“LEAVE HER ALONE! YOU’RE A GODDAMN MONSTER!”
Bruno’s blood boiled and his vision turned red. He turned away from Dolores and snapped back at his unruly niece, “YOU’RE a monster! You and everyone else here, you're all the reason your sister is dead!”
Her rebuttal was cut off with a gasp of pain as the vines tightened around her, sharp thorns jabbing into her skin leaving shallow cuts along her body. He felt so, so angry when he looked at her. He was infuriated by how she acted so much better than everyone and even more so by how she was treated so much better too. Everything in life was so easy for her. She was Alma's perfect, golden child. She didn't know problems in her life like he did. She never struggled or wanted for anything. Pure, unfiltered jealousy and rage flowed freely through his veins when he thought of her.
He felt a hot, throbbing sensation between his legs when he looked at her bound and panting on the ground. It was a shame such beauty was wasted on one so cruel and spoiled. A truly wicked idea flashed through his mind.
Shame had died within him along with any hope for his family. He knew they were all damned to hell already, so why not take this way too far. He would make this a punishment she wouldn't forget.
Isabela glared up at him with her chin held high, waiting for him to kick or hit her. She didn't expect the vines holding her to suddenly retreat but didn't waste any time lunging at Bruno.
She was young, fit, and pumped full of adrenaline but none of that mattered when Bruno was imbued with magical strength and resistance thanks to her sister’s former gift. She slammed a fist directly into his face. It hurt and made him stumble but this was no fight she could win. He grabbed her arm and squeezed, not hard enough to break the bone but enough to threaten it. Still, she snarled at him defiantly, clawing at his hand while she shouted at him to let go.
“Isabela, I will give you one chance. Behave and I won't hurt you as much,” Bruno hissed at her, shoving her hard enough for her back to connect painfully with the wall behind her. Her pulse was frantic under his painful grip. “Take off your clothes.”
That finally seemed to stun Isabela. She stared at him wide eyed, full of disbelief at what she'd just heard from her uncle. “What?”
“Take. Off. Your. Clothes,” he annunciated each syllable, enjoying the growing horror on her face. Good. Finally as scared as she should be.
“N-no- ! NO! What the fuck- you’re sick!” She yelled, starting to fight again. Her leg shot up in an attempt to catch him in the crotch but he twisted her arm roughly, sending her slamming sideways into the ground with a yell of pain.
Her arm was twisted at a painful angle but she tried to get away anyway. He let her scramble to her feet and nearly reach the doorknob before yanking her back toward him with vines.
She didn't need to fight, but it was more fun that she was. He licked his lips, feeling a thrill from hunting her down like this. She struggled, trying to free herself from the vines. All sorts of vibrant expletives left her soft lips as she thrashed. He paid that no heed as he grabbed the front of her dress, carelessly ripping it from her.
She was starting to panic now, snapping at him tooth and nail like a helpless, cornered animal. No doubt her arm hurt like hell but that wasn't exactly her number one concern right now. He yanked her bra away, discarding it carelessly on the floor and leaving her only in her pretty pink panties.
He licked his lips when he looked at her. She really was perfect. Her curvy figure and flawless skin nearly had him drooling. He'd be lying if he said he never thought about it before. It made him feel guilty before but not anymore. He had already crossed so many lines that he would never be able to come back from, this was just one more.
Forcing her onto her back, he decided he'd take her right here on the dirty old floorboards. He had the vines spread her legs wide and hold her arms above her head. She fought him every step of the way, screaming at him, “STOP! GET OFF ME!”
Bruno didn't bother to even respond. He pulled down his pants to free his aching cock, stroking it slowly while he knelt there between her legs. It was entirely erect and ready to take the plunge into her perfect little virgin pussy.
She squirmed when he hooked a finger around the waistband of her panties, pulling them down and marveling at the untouched wonder before him. It had been so long since he'd gotten any, he didn't even realize how pent up he was.
Wanting lubrication for himself, he pressed a finger against her entrance. Roughly pushing it in, he felt her resisting. Her body was completely tense and dry, she jerked her hips in an attempt to squirm away. This was no doubt incredibly painful for her. It sent a shot of blood straight down to his cock when he shoved in deeper and she flinched, suddenly snapping her mouth shut to keep from crying out. She'd closed her eyes, squeezing them shut hard to keep the tears from flowing. Stubborn. So stubborn.
He pressed a second finger in, and then a third. Her breath rattled and her lip bled from how hard she bit it in holding back her cries. He pumped his fingers in and out a few times, briefly excited to feel moisture only to realize it was just a few drops of blood. Well this was a problem. He didn't need it to be gentle for her but it would be unpleasant for him without lube. Spit would probably work if she wasn't going to give him any wetness to work with.
It was then that Bruno remembered there was someone else in the room. Turning his head to Dolores, he saw how terrified she looked. She looked like she was in a state of total shock. Shaking like a leaf, she was completely silent even while tears continued to flow down her cheeks.
Standing up, Bruno ordered another vine to gag Isabela while he made his way over to his other niece.
“Dolores.”
Dolores didn't respond, too petrified to do anything but tremble. He grabbed her, suddenly pulling her to her knees. The ropes around her strained and snapped with the force of the gesture. He repeated. “Dolores. Look at me.”
He could hear Isabela starting to get rowdy again, straining against her restraints desperately behind him. Bruno ignored that, grabbing Dolores’ hair again hard enough to make her whine. He yanked her close to his cock, ordering her, “suck.”
Dolores was completely paralyzed. Her breath was shallow and ragged. It wasn't clear if she could move even if she wanted to. Her mouth opened barely but she didn't make a sound.
He shook her roughly trying to get a response out of her. When he jerked her head up to force her to look at him, her eyes looked entirely glazed over with fear. “Dolores!”
He yelled at her and she finally flinched, seeming to snap back to it. She whimpered out pathetically, “p-please don't make me, please, Tió!”
“If you don't, I'm going to fuck your prima dry. Do you want that? For me to hurt her even more?” He growled and she cowered.
To her credit, Dolores actually opened her mouth. He wasted no time in forcing his length into her with no regard for her comfort. He was too rough and too fast, it hurt her jaw and she sobbed around his cock. Bruno actually had to stop a few times to keep himself from cumming immediately with how her throat constricted him.
Warm and wet, it felt good to throat fuck her. She was like a pliant little fucktoy, easy and simple to use. No resistance. Dolores knew it would only make it hurt more if she did. When he finally pulled out, she doubled over coughing and gasping for breath. A thick strand of saliva connected his cock to his lips. He stroked himself a few times, satisfied with how well-lubricated he was now.
Dolores flinched when she saw his hand reach out again. This time, he only pet her head soothingly. She still didn't relax. But she had been very good. She looked like she might be sick but was otherwise largely unharmed except for the half beating she took earlier. Maybe he would lessen her punishment for good behavior. Maybe.
Right now, he had a much more severe punishment to enforce. With a snap of his fingers, he secured Dolores back in place with vines and turned his attention back to Isabela. She looked furious. She was shaking. Her anger was a mask that just barely fit over her raw terror. Her muffled screams filled the room the entire time he'd taken Dolores’s mouth.
He knelt again between her thighs, yanking her legs open even wider just to feel her squirm in discomfort while he looked down at her. He ordered the gag to retreat from her mouth. He wanted to hear Isabela fucking scream. Bruno glared down at her, “beg, Isabela.”
“Beg now,” he hissed but she stubbornly clamped her jaw shut, refusing to beg even when he pressed his cock to her entrance. With Camilo’s shape shifting gift to endow himself generously, he could ensure this would hurt.
“Fine,” Bruno grumbled at her silence, suddenly forcing himself in. He felt her entire body jolt, spasming around him while he bullied his way in deeper.
“FUCK! FUCK, FUCK- STOP!!” Isabela couldn't stop the tears now. Her voice was raw when she screamed at him, fighting her restraints with no care for the shallow cuts the thorns left across her body.
Bruno felt flashes of light across his vision. She felt so fucking good tensed around him. Her body was struggling desperately to resist but every time she tightened and squeezed it only made him see stars. He moaned out loud, shoving his way down to the hilt. Isabela screamed. It was an agonized sound ripped straight from her chest. She was gasping for breath, howling between sobs at him to take it out.
“IT HURTS! FUCK- BRUNO! TAKE IT OUT!”
It took everything in him to not cum right there when she screamed his name. He reached down, grabbing a full breast roughly and squeezing. She flinched and gasped, still struggling underneath him. “Beg.”
Tears fell freely yet she grit her teeth at the order. She was such a proud thing. It infuriated him. Yet it made it feel so much better when he pulled out only to slam back into her again. He loved how her body reacted to the pain. If she was feeling any pleasure at all, he imagined that it wasn't much. And it certainly wasn't enough to outweigh the immense pain.
Isabela shuddered and spasmed. He felt a slide of wetness within her but looking down only realized that he'd made her bleed more. He must've torn something. He dug his nails into her breast, leaning down to bite and suck at the sensitive flesh. She was so soft and warm under him. No matter how much resistance she put up, it simply wasn't enough to defend herself. She was bruised and abused, completely helpless without a gift to defend herself.
She was fully sobbing now, toes curled and nails digging into the floorboards painfully. She screamed, finally submitting to his order. “I-I GIVE UP! PLEASE, PLEASE STOP! PLEASE, IM BEGGING- IT HURTS, TAKE IT OUT, PLEASE! BRUNO!”
She shrieked, babbling out apologies and pleas for mercy. Literally crying uncle in this instance. He hoped that Pepa and Julieta were awake to hear her now. Julieta especially.
He moaned. His thrusts became erratic and fast, punishing in how hard he slammed against her hips repeatedly. She was fully begging by now. Her desperate pleas rose in pitch and volume as she shrieked for him to stop, begging that she would do anything if he would just stop. He could feel her struggle but it only fueled his terrible lust. Just when Isabela was sure she was going to blackout from the pain, he finally came. Shooting rope after rope of hot, sticky cum into Isabela’s pussy, Bruno didn't even bother trying to pull out.
Isabela was completely stuffed full. Her broken sobs filled the room while he panted over her, recovering from the heaviest orgasm of his life. He looked down at her face, red and streaked with tears. She was shaking when he finally pulled his flaccid cock from her abused pussy. Her thighs and breasts were heavily bruised.
Dolores seemed to be back in her state of pure shock again. Her eyes were hazy and unfocused, breath shallow and panicked as she stared straight ahead at nothing in particular while her cousin was raped. There was absolutely nothing she could do to help and that was apparently her way of coping with it.
Isabela wasn't even granted the dignity of being allowed to curl up and cover herself as Bruno stood and looked down at her. A vile mix of semen and blood dribbled out of her pussy and she choked on her own sobs while she stared up at him. The defiance in her eyes was stripped away, revealing the fear underneath. Good. It was about time she learned what fear felt like for once in her perfect little life.
Bruno thought she looked more human than ever now. No longer just the symbol of a flawless, golden child, she was suddenly just a girl who had lost her mask completely. Seeing her like that… A sudden wave of guilt bubbled up in his throat and he felt like he might vomit.
Turning away from his defiled nieces, Bruno left and slammed the door hard enough to shake the house. How did everything get so fucked up?