The Slave of Pleasure
Chapter 70

Rachel It all happened too fast, and my mind was racing, trying to process what was about to happen. Vincenzo, with his disturbing calm, began to release Nancy's bonds, one by one, increasing the tension in the room. I could feel the air getting heavier with each knot he untied. The way he kept his eyes fixed on me, never looking away as he freed Nancy, made me increasingly apprehensive. I knew something was coming, and unfortunately I knew exactly what it was, and it terrified me. My eyes alternated between Vincenzo and Nancy, my heart beating wildly. The more the bonds were released, the more I could see the wild desire in Nancy's eyes grow. She struggled with increasing intensity, preparing to advance voraciously on me. And I, in a panic, could not contain the words that escaped my mouth: "Please....Nancy, don't do this!" But, unfortunately for me, she didn't listen to me. She was consumed, completely focused on what she wanted most... my body. Vincenzo finally released the last restraint, and, like a freed beast, Nancy advanced towards me. I saw her eyes shine, her body driven by an uncontrolled desire, and before I could react, her hands dug into my ass, grabbing me possessively and exposing my ass and pussy even more, making Vincenzo's semen drip even more. My heart jumped in my chest, fear and despair took over me, and I knew there was no escape. Before Nancy could bite my pussy, Vincenzo intervened, grabbing her by the hair. The relief I felt at that moment was immediate, but it didn't last long, since everything was unfolding behind my back. I couldn't see what was happening, which only increased my terror. I struggled hard, trying to turn around, trying to understand what was happening behind me, but the more I moved the more my ass became irresistible to Nancy, whose breath was extremely close to my pussy and to make matters worse, restraints kept me immobile. All I could do was beg. "PLEASE, VINCENZO, DON'T DO THIS!" My voice was filled with desperation, and my words echoed through the room. Nancy cried and pleaded with him, begging him to let her go so she could clean up the mess we had made. What did she want to do to me... Why was she so obsessed? Vincenzo, with his firm and authoritative tone, spoke loudly, his words reverberating through the room. "Remember, this is my home. If you destroy it again, next time I won't stop Nancy from doing whatever she wants with you, Rachel." The threat hung in the air, and I knew he meant it. Vincenzo wasn't one to bluff. Then he said something that chilled me to the bone: "Nancy is much worse than me..." And with that sentence, he dragged her to the other side of the room, locking her behind an iron fence. The sound of metal clanging echoed, and I still struggled, too stunned to fully understand what had just happened. Vincenzo threw a vibrator into the cage, as he walked away with a mischievous smile. "Have fun," he said, with that ironic tone that made me shiver inside. Nancy groaned behind the bars, completely overcome by her own lust, while I remained trapped, vulnerable. Finally, Vincenzo loosened the restraints that bound me to the easel, but not enough to free me completely. He left the room without another word, leaving me alone with my own thoughts. Dazed, I felt the weight of everything that had just happened fall upon me. Fear, confusion, and tension still dominated my body, and the image of Nancy trapped in the cage continued to haunt me. I was free... but at the same time, I wasn't. While my muscles still ached, I began to lift myself off the easel, feeling every part of my body tremble with the effort. The restraints that Vincenzo had loosened made it easier for me to get out, but my arms were still numb. With stumbling steps, I turned toward Nancy, who was trapped in the iron cage, in a state that I can only describe as absolute frenzy. She held the vibrator with trembling hands, and her body thrashed on the floor, completely submerged in her own pleasure. The scene paralyzed me for a moment. I approached slowly, feeling a deep shiver run down my spine. I had never seen Nancy like this, so out of her mind, so surrendered to the moment. When I got close enough, her convulsions increased and, at the height of her delirium, she had an ultra-intense orgasm, she let out a loud, hoarse moan. "Nancy...?" My voice came out weak, full of doubt and fear. She opened her eyes and, as soon as she saw me, her abrupt movements stopped. For a brief moment, her eyes met mine, and I saw a mixture of desire and madness shine in them. In a second, she ran toward the bars, banging herself against the iron with force, like a caged animal. My heart raced, and I took a step back, overcome by panic. "Rachel, let me go... or come in here with me... whatever works best for you," she said, her voice overflowing with lust, almost pleading. I didn't know what to do. Part of me wanted to run from that room, but another part, the one that was trapped by curiosity and the fear of contradicting her, made me hesitate. My hand, almost by instinct, went toward the cage's latch. But before I could open it, I felt the presence of someone behind me. Vincenzo. He approached silently, and with a quick gesture, opened the cage before I could even react. Nancy, like a freed beast, ran toward me, ready to grab me. However, before she could reach me, Vincenzo grabbed her firmly by the hair, immobilizing her. Her eyes widened, and she let out a cry of frustration. "Calm down, Nancy. I think it's time to cool down a bit," he said, his voice firm but with a touch of irony. Nancy, completely changed, now sounded like an annoyed child. "I don't want to take a bath! Especially a cold one!" she protested, her tone almost childish. Vincenzo, holding her firmly, looked at her with a discreet smile. "It doesn't have to be cold. It can be hot, if you prefer," he said, softening his voice. Nancy suddenly went quiet, as if she had been pacified by the idea. "Okay... if it's hot, it's fine," she replied, almost innocently. I watched all of this, not understanding anything. Nancy's transformation from a wild, hungry woman to a docile, submissive girl left me stunned. Vincenzo led her out of the room, practically carrying her in his arms, while she snuggled into him as if he were her only salvation. I stood there, standing, watching as the two of them disappeared through the door. My body was still shaking, not only from what I had witnessed, but from the feeling that something much bigger and darker was at play in this house.