Refuse to play her game.

“You twist my words, hag.” You pull your face away from Bizia's caress. “I never touch a woman unless it's by her wish. But by Mars, I will defeat you and your queen.” You threaten, knowing that much of a witch's sorcery is based around her voice. Though you cannot stop her touch, perhaps you can interfere with any spell she might be subtly casting or at least so anger her she makes some careless mistake that could lead to your freedom. It is a long shot, for insulting one's torturer is always a dangerous affair, though you gamble that the witch has to keep you healthy and whole to fulfill the queen's orders. “Now cease your prattle, for your charms have no effect on me.”

Bizia quickly withdraws her hand from your face initially surprised by your reaction. “You have a warrior's will to match a warrior's body.” She gives a pleased smile. “It will be most enjoyable working on Captain Vikare.” Unfortunately, the witch seems unphased by your taunts.

Reaching down into a shelf underneath the table she produces a silver sacrificial dagger carved with images of torture on it. “You should learn to trust me Captain Vikare.” Bizia places the tip of the knife in between your pectoral muscles and then drags it down your body leaving a faint scratch mark. “Besides pleasure, you will know pain, but by what portion and to what degree will be by my whim.”

Your hands clench preparing for the worse as the dagger goes from your abdomen an approaches your groin. No matter what happens, you resolve, you will never beg to this sadistic bitch.

The knife's tip slips underneath your loin cloth. “Time to apologize Captain Vikare.” She threatens.

“To Tartarus with you and all your ilk, witch!” You continue your risky ploy.

“Oh, that is most certain.” She grins in agreement and gives two quick violent flicks of her wrist.

Giving a gasp at the initial movement of the very sharp blade so close to your privates, you're relieved that you remain fully intact, but the waist strings of your loin cloth have been severed.

“Lets see if your manhood matches courage.” Removing the shredded garment the witch examines your fully exposed naked body, “Oh my.” She coos. “Now that is impressive. You must be very proud of yourself Captain Vikare.”

A faint groan of surprise and discomfort slips from your mouth as with one swift catlike swipe the witch takes hold of your shaft and squeezes.

“The queen's chosen will be quite pleased by this.” The witch muses to herself as she begins to slide her hand up and down your shaft, masturbating you effortless and with great skill as your manhood cannot help but begin to stiffen. “You'll make a find stallion to ride captain. I confess I would enjoy a turn myself, if it wasn't forbidden, though you'll find my style of riding a bit more deviant then the norm. I should tell you Captain, that some of the younger and inexperience warriors selected for this special duty might have some difficult with your length and girth, but they're warriors, they will endure any pain in order to perform their duty.”

All too quickly your weapon is fully erect. As your manhood throbs for release the witch stops and smiles. “Well you're ready, let us finish the Ritual of Preparation to the great goddess Aphrodite. We have kept the line of my sisters waiting for their turn to ride far too long.”

From a shelf underneath the table the witch produces two small incense bowls made of large egg shells. Chanting in some strange tongue she lights and places them above your head. Their spiced scent is as exotic as her bewitching melodious voice. Taking a bundle of lavender and twigs of a sandalwood, she lightly flogs all over your body as she continues her incantations. It does not hurt, except for a few light scratches from the twigs, but you do wince as she pays special attention to your rock hard cock. The witch gives a pleased smile at your discomfort as your manhood slaps back and forth from each brush from her ceremonial wand.

Putting the lavender and sandalwood bundle aside Bizia then washes you. Using a perfumed infused water the witch's hands glide effortless across your powerful frame cleansing every inch of your body. Even the whores in the bathhouses of Corinth cannot match the artful touch of this witch of Hecate. Against your will, you moan at her caress, thoroughly aroused and very much desiring to have a woman.

“Curse you witch.” You mutter under your breath, more angry at yourself for being so excited by this perverse ritual.

Bizia leans over the table, playfully putting her hand on your chest. “Don't worry Captain Vikare we have finished with the Ritual of Preparation.” Her finger draws a small circle around your nipple, teasing you as she looks down at your quivering shaft. “We wouldn't want you to expel your seed before the first warrior has her turn in the saddle.” Straightening up she looks with delight at the outcome of her spell. “Besides, we will have our fun once the warriors are done.”

“What do you mean?” You hiss.

“When you have performed your service, Captain Vikare, and my sisters are finished with you,” The witch Bizia answers with a cordial smile. “Then I will oversee your torture.” She licks her lips with excitement. “But now let us bring in the first warrior to make her offering to the goddess of love.”