No, you will not betray Rome.

“As for myself.” You stoically answer. “I have no desire to see warfare between our people, but I will never betray Rome.”

An angry icy stare comes across the Queen's face. “Priestess, you will apply your craft to this Roman and break him.” She commands.

“Yes your majesty.” A melodious foreign voice comes from the cloaked woman who bows as the queen leaves the room.

Looking to your side you see the mysterious hooded figure slowly glide out of the shadows and approach the table. Her pale white hands raises up and lowers her dark crimson hood.

She does not look like a woman of this region, for her face is more oval and soft, like the women of north. Her skin is a pale ivory, her eyes golden, almost cat like, and her lips and eyeshadow are lined with dark violet. Though not as classically beautiful as Marpesia, she possess a fine figure and there is something bewitching and exotic about her face and voice.

“Greetings Roman,” She speaks with a strange deep accent that almost sounds as if there are two speaking. “I am Bizia Magissa, priestess of the great goddess Hecate, adviser to her majesty Queen Marpesia and keeper of her **** chamber. It is a pleasure to meet you.”

It is not the word **** that scares you, but that your torturer is a priestess of Hecate, the foul forbidden goddess of witchcraft and necromancy. Steeling yourself for what is to come you focus on the lights above.

“No greeting for me Roman? Not even a grunt?” The witch asks in a pleased voice. “Very well, let us begin, but I wager I will make you cry out within but an hour.”

The witch's hands then slide across your well defined abdomen and chest with an erotic caress more fitting of a lover than a torturer. “You are very handsome Roman.” She states with an excited voice. “So muscular, so strong, so powerful. Tell me how many men have you killed with this body?”

Remaining silent you continue to focus on the torches above avoiding eye contact and trying to ignore her voice, knowing that both are key components of her dark sorcery.

“Or should I ask,” The witch leans over towards the side of your face, her hands continuing their slow caressing of your body, as you can now feel her breath, “how many woman have you fucked with this body?”

“Still no answer Roman.” Her voice is almost a moan.

“Very well.” The witch straightens up. “To the Queen's business then.” She takes hold of your loin cloth. “What's your name?”

After a few seconds of silence Bizia pulls down your loin cloth exposing your manhood.

“By Hecate that is impressive.” She muses.

You give a faint gasp as the witch takes your shaft firmly into her hand. “What's your name Roman?” She asks in a bedroom voice.

When you give no reply you hear the witch give a content purr as she starts to slide her hand up and down your cock masturbating you.

Your vow of silence is slowly eroded by each stroke of the witch's skilled hand. With a consistent corkscrew motion, her finger nails teasing the tip of your penis, she extracts from you increasing groans of frustration and excitement.

“Not so silent now, are you Roman.” The witch quips.

“Ohh.” You groan as you feel the Bizia's lips against your cock. Reflexively you look down your body seeing your tormentor kissing the base of your manhood while her hand continues to rub the top. Your eyes lock briefly and the witch gives you a triumphant grin. Slowly she kisses up your erect shaft, artfully caressing your skin with her tongue, making her way to the tip.

“Curse you witch!” You surrender your vow to Bizia's prowess, arching your back, as she takes you into her mouth. With one fluid motion the raven hair torturer relaxes her jaw a takes you deep into her throat.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!” Your loud moans echo through the chamber as the witch rhythmically sucks up and down on your cock. No woman as ever been able take you fully into her mouth before, let alone with such ability.

Vainly you try to hold out, but the witch's abilities are too much. All to soon you feel the inexorable pressure building in you craving release. Every muscle tenses as you begin to pant, losing your breath.

“Release me!” You demand, yanking at your bonds trying to get free, knowing the end is near.

“Aaaahhhh!!!” You partially scream as Bizia's lips clam down. Dragging her mouth up, while letting her teeth scrap against your shaft, slowly removing her mouth.

Standing over you, watching you breath heavily, your dick throbbing, waving back and forth demanding relief, the witch smiles.

“What is your name Roman?”