The Slave of Pleasure
Chapter 68

Rachel

I almost ran out of Vincenzo's room and went straight to my own. My heart was pounding, and adrenaline was taking over me. I knew I had to hurry, and any delay could make things worse. I chose a lingerie that I knew he liked, something that always made me nervous, but at the same time, it fit what he expected of me in situations like this. I quickly dressed and covered myself with a black overcoat, closing it with shaking hands.

I had no idea what was going to happen when I got to the torture room. With each step I took back to Vincenzo's room, my mind became even more agitated. Would he punish me or Nancy? Could I change the course of this situation? I took a deep breath before opening the door and entering, closing it behind me with a sharp click that echoed through the silence of the room.

I walked down the hallway toward the living room, and when I finally arrived, what I saw shocked me. Vincenzo was naked, standing and masturbating in front of Nancy, who was tied up. She was writhing, biting her gag and lips, clearly uncomfortable with the restraints that bound her. Her attempt to kneel in front of him was thwarted by the ropes Vincenzo had used to immobilize her.

"VINCENZO!" I screamed, unable to contain myself as I saw the scene before me. I ran towards him, my hand shaking as I touched his shoulder, trying to turn him around. Vincenzo moved quickly, his reflexes as fast as ever. He grabbed my arm tightly, pulling me in front of him, and in one firm movement, he brought me to my knees right in front of him.

I gasped, surprised by the speed of his actions. Vincenzo held my head with both hands, controlling the situation with his piercing gaze. My eyes met his for a brief moment, and I felt a shiver run through my body. He pulled my head towards his body, making me swallow his cock, which went all the way down my throat. I was completely at his mercy.

Nancy fell, still gagged and with her arms tied behind her back, writhing on the floor, letting out small muffled moans. Her expression alternated between confusion and excitement, and even tied, her eyes were fixed on us. She seemed captured by that moment, unable to resist what was happening.

My body trembled and my eyes were in disbelief. I knew I had chosen to be there, but the intensity of the situation was more than I expected. Vincenzo looked at me, his voice low and controlled as he said: "You asked for this, Rachel. Now you will deal with the consequences...together."

I remained on my knees, unable to answer. The tension in the air was palpable, and my mind tried to process everything that was happening. He was in control, and as much as I wanted to say something, I knew that any words I said would be meaningless at that moment.

Before I could think of anything else, Vincenzo turned around and paid attention to Nancy, who was still on the floor. With movements that lacked care, he picked her up and sat her in the opposite position of the easel I had bought to surprise him. Nancy was even more immobilized by the leather straps that now held her even tighter.

The control he had over us was evident, and Nancy, struggling with her body, seemed to be torn between enjoying herself and envying me. I watched everything closely, lying on the floor, unable to act against it all. Vincenzo, without losing his posture, slapped Nancy's face with the back of his hand, making her cry and moan. I stood up in terror to stop him from continuing with that when Nancy turned to us with an expression of pleading for more, it was the same expression she had when she tied me up in the store.

I don't know if it was because of identification, but suddenly I felt my body react to that profane moment with excitement. It was only then that I understood that Vincenzo was punishing us in different ways at the same time. He was exciting Nancy but not responding to her desires. As for me, who wanted him to free her, I was about to be fucked by him in front of her, embarrassing myself and making her yearn with envy. He was diabolically brilliant. While I was on the floor, I watched Vincenzo grab Nancy's hair with a force that made my spine shiver. He tilted her head back, bringing their faces closer, watching her every expression. Nancy's eyes were fixed on his, and for a moment, I could feel the tension between them. She seemed to be trying to control her own thoughts, but she couldn't hide the conflict on her face. Suddenly, Vincenzo released her with a sudden movement, almost making her lose her balance, and then he turned to me. My heart raced, and I knew he expected me to be desperate, which only added to the pressure I felt in my chest. He approached me quickly, pulling me up off the ground firmly and decisively, without letting me know. I had no chance to react. His hands. easily removed my coat, exposing the lingerie I had chosen but which now seemed insignificant. I was led to the easel, placed there facing Nancy, our faces only inches apart. I could feel her breathing raggedly, and the tension in the air was almost unbearable. Vincenzo began to tie my arms behind my back, meticulously, replicating Nancy's bindings but leaving my mouth free. I knew he wanted me to express myself, to hear every reaction that came from me, every moan. Our eyes met once more, and I saw the shock in Nancy's eyes. She was watching intently, her pupils dilated, and for a moment, she seemed to want to say something. When her eyes moved to Vincenzo, who was standing behind me, I knew she had noticed something I could not yet see. My heart was pounding, and the silence between us was disturbing. The position we were in left us vulnerable, and our backs arched involuntarily, making us stick our asses out. She began to struggle against the bonds, rubbing her pussy against the leather and wood, her movements becoming more desperate by the second, as if something inside her was fighting to get out. I could hear her gasping and trying to free herself, but the ropes kept her firmly tied. Despite the proximity, the distance between us seemed unbearable. Nancy desperately wanted to be in my place, I could see it in every movement she made. Her body struggled, and I, trapped in the same situation, felt increasingly nervous about what was about to happen. Vincenzo, always in control, slowly approached, creating a tension that seemed to stretch time. The silence was broken only by the soft sound of the ropes as Nancy moved, trying to adjust herself, but the frustration was written all over her face. The room was filled with a kind of palpable anticipation, and I knew the calm before the storm was about to end when Vincenzo grabbed my waist and I felt his cock being pushed against the entrance of my pussy making Nancy's eyes widen with tears, as if the thrust I was about to receive was in her pussy.