Play along and try to turn the tables.

“I have never taken a woman against her will.” You give a disdainful chuckle, “But for you witch, I would make an exception.”

“Oh really?” Her left eyebrow raises.

“I know your type.” Dismissively rolling your eyes you begin a dangerous game of trying to turn the tables during this mental joust. The witch is clearly very smart, crafty and amoral, but maybe that can be used against her. “You dress like a priestess, a lady of quality, but you're just a common whore masquerading as a woman.” Feigning a yawn you add, “You bore me witch.”

Bizia's eyes narrow in disapproval but her tone is one of intrigue. “I would watch yourself, Captain Vikare, you're role is one of submission and if you do not act accordingly there will be correction.” Again her hand touches your abdomen. “And I am very skilled at giving correction to a man's body.”

“Hmpt.” You disregard her warning. “Only those of weak will enjoy torturing others. Are you simply a coward, or is it your lack of ability to please a man that brought you into this twisted condition?”

Surprised, Bizia withdraws her hand, as you continue your gamble. “You know nothing of love, but only cruelty and depravity. No true man would waste his seed on you, save for pounding you in your ass like the beast that you are. All that you deserve is to be thrown to the wild savages who drag away their captives into their dark foul caves to sodomize their new play things.

A curious expression comes across the witch. Her eyes narrow in what appears to be rage, but her mouth gives out a silent, faint gasp, as if aroused. “I have had many a man curse and damn me to my face, Roman, but no man has ever spoken to me in such a way . . .”

Before Bizia can finish you cut her off in mid thought. “Don't waste my time, lackey.” You look away. “You heard your mistress's orders. Bring forth your first Amazon bitch that I might fuck her. I only hope she is at least attractive as your aging queen and not some twisted, frigid corpse like you.”