Never, no Amazon will get the best of you!

“Ahh.” You moan heavily, feeling like you're about to explode at any second. Your manly pride, however, gets the better of your desire. Bizia might call this submission, and be on her knees with your cock in her mouth, but it feels much more like you're the pawn and she the master. “Time for you to get on your back.” You groan in protest, demanding her take the passive position.

The priestess doesn't comply, but clamps down even more firmly on your ass, her finger nails digging into your flesh, while she rams your shaft deep down her throat while sucking ravenously wanting to secure your surrender.

“Bitch!” You exclaim and grabbing her by the back of her head you forcefully pull her mouth from your cock. Hauling the near naked curvy seductress by her hair to her feet, you realize for the first time what a viper you have on your hands.

Bizia gleams at you with wild arrogance and amusement and laughs in your face, “What's the matter Captain? Afraid that you lack the stamina to be taken by a real woman?”

You have never taken a woman by ****, yet there can be now doubt she is taunting you. Is this some sick game or how she enjoys her sex? Maybe both. Either way you must establish control if there is to be any partnership with her. Besides, by Hades, you will never let any woman, even an Amazon, be the master of your bed.

Spinning Bizia around you make her face the table you were so recently bound to. “I said on your back woman!” You growl into her ear. “You need to learn to take your own medicine.”

You do not wait for reply. Throwing her forward the priestess stumbles, landing bent over her own **** table. “Get on it and on your back!” You command.

Bizia's head whips around in a curious look of surprise, anger and arousal.

“Smmack!”

Your hand swiftly and forcefully lands in the middle of the priestess's right ass cheek, spanking her so hard that her body collapses on the table as she yelps in shock.

“Get going.” You threaten, “or else.”

Again the priestess looks back with a fiery glare, but instead of obeying your orders she then calmly looks forward, straightening her legs while flatting her forearms and breasts against the table thus arching her back and trusting her large curved ass defiantly high in the air.

“So be it.” You speak with an assured, commanding, voice while taking position at her side. “You really do deserve this.”

With one effortless motion you rip Bizia's loin cloth from her body. Before she can finish giving out a loud excited gasp of surprise at being stripped naked your hand comes slamming down against her left ass cheek.

“Smmack!”

“Smmack!”

“Smmack!”

Your hand thunders down on the poor priestess' ass, alternating between each cheek, spanking her hard, wanting her to learn who is in charge.

By the forth spank she tries to stand up. Grabbing her by the hair your effortless **** her back down into position.

“Smmack!”

“You're going to learn.”

“Smmack!”

“What it's truly like.”

“Smmack!”

“To be conquered!”

“You bastard!” She gasps. Though her words are one of resistance, her voice trembles with excitement and desire.

“Smmack!”

Ignoring her protests you continue Bizia's chastisement.

“Smmack!”

The priestess in vain squirms under your vice like grip, her meager strength no match for your powerful warrior frame. After each spank there is a gratifying yelp and cry of indignation as Bizia tortured ass writhes under each blow, turning her pale ivory skin into a bright crimson red.

“Smmack!”

“Ugh, You son of a whore!”

“Smmack!”

“Ahh! Hecate curse you!”

“Smmack!”

“Ohh! Let me good!”

“Smmack!”

“AHH! That hurts!”

Through all her protests Bizia doesn't shed a tear or beg for mercy, but instead her voice cracks and her breath quickens and becomes heavy, but not from the pain alone, for you see the tell tale signs of a swollen, glistening, dripping wet, pussy. Now with each spank her quim begins to spasm forcing her cunt lips to clench down.

“Hmpt.” You halt Bizia's spanking for but a moment. “Losing your stamina woman?” You quip. “Seems like the priestess enjoys being put in her place.”

Flinging her head around with fierce anger gleaming in her eyes the priestess opens her mouth to object, but her words are silenced by your hand forcibly swiping up her exposed sex. Bizia groans uncontrollably at your touch, your hand now covered by her wetness, signaling it is her turn to be on the edge of losing control.

“Smmack!”

You continue the priestess' education, spanking her ass with renewed purpose as her rear now glows with heat. Gone are Bizia's protests. Instead she submissively remains in position, with a low primal grunt now greeting each of your swats as you drive the queen's torturer to a climax. Wanting to quicken the end, she slides her right hand down under her stomach and with her fingers begins to desperately frig herself off as you slap away on her rear.

“Oh no you don't!” You deny the temptress a quick release. With ease you flip her curvy frame up on the table. Bizia cries out as her bruised and very tender ass lands hard on the table. Dazed for a moment, you easily **** her into the open manacles which close tightly around her wrists and ankles.

“Let me go Roman!” She protests, straining against her own bondage device in a sight that is most pleasant to see.

“You will pay for this!” She threatens, as her naked breasts heave up and down, her breath still heavy with excitement.