Never!

“Never!” You cry. Refusing to answer the witch's question and give in to her ****.

Again you strain at the manacles, wanting to escape your bonds to strangle the evil priestess and to yank yourself off.

“You wish to free yourself?” Bizia chuckles, “Well of course I will aid you.”

Reaching under the table the witch retrieves a glass goblet and a flask of wine, pouring herself a drink, she then returns the flask.

Your heart races as your mind remains dizzy consumed by the overwhelming desire to have an orgasm as your throbbing cock twitches back and forth involuntarily. Bizia takes a drink and licks her lips. “How many times, Roman, do you think you can cum in a row?” She cruelly taunts.

As the witch turns and walks away into the shadows you try your bonds again to no avail. She returns pushing a chair near to the table. Instead of sitting down, however, the sadistic beauty walks over to you. Stopping at arms length she reaches over and grabs a lever underneath the table. “This should help.” She grins.

Flipping the lever she quickly backs up as your right hand goes free. Instinctively you grab at her, but she is out of range. Next you try to reach under the table, but your other three restraints prevent such movement. Finally, you tug at leather holding your left wrist, but it is far too thick and well secured.

The witch sits down with her wine and crossing her legs, Bizia enjoys the show. “I hope you realize Roman.” She takes a sip of her wine. “That if the cream lathered all over your cock dries your burning torment will become permanent. Only my antidote can reverse the spell, but if you were to keep the region moist, you can prolong the time before the spell takes hold. Hmm.” She gives a devious purr, “I wonder where you could find some liquid.”

With each passing second the burning desire to have an orgasm increases as you feel your dick drying.

Bizia laughs with delight as you grunt with anger and scrap your own cum off your chest and lather up your manhood. Unfortunately the witch's words seem true, the wetting of your dick slightly soothes the burning sensation. As your caress yourself, however, you instinctively begin to jerk yourself off.

“That's it Roman. Scratch your itch.” The witch goads you on. “Besides, you need more liquid to keep yourself moist.” With a pleased sadistic smile Bizia sits back in her chair and takes another sip of wine enjoying the sight of your dilemma, not even bothering to ask any question as you yank away at yourself.