Chapter 11: Do You Feel It Roland?
'Why. Just why. Hm? I feel like my life has been too sexualized lately. Is this a means of compensation for my celibate lifestyle in my previous life?'
He pondered for a bit.
'Did I even have a previous life? I woke up as some prince but I have memories of a life beyond this one...'
"Arrrgh!!" Roland groaned out of frustration, on the verge of losing his sanity.
"Was that directed towards me? Hm?" 'she' giggled; her voice deep and husky "I told you before, no one can resist me" She grasped his trousers.
Out of reflex, Roland raised his hand and connected it with 'her' cheek. The force of impact caused 'her' head to forcefully turn to the side.
With 'her' hair braided in a bun, one is able to see her face on full display; a hand print on her cheek.
'Her' head remained in that position for quite some time. Not a sound came from 'her'. She looked quite vulnerable.
Almost pitiful.
Roland felt as though something had pricked his conscience.
'Why is it that I feel guilty?'
He stared at her motionless figure.
'It's because she looks feminine' a voice whispered in his ear.
Roland nodded 'Yeah, that's it. I only feel guilty because I've been told that hitting a female is wrong. That's it'. He nodded, agreeing with the little voice that spoke to him.
"Tch".
The witch's grasp on Roland's trousers tightened. Once again, Roland's hand was raised slapping her on the exact spot he had before.
"Ha ha ha ha" she threw her head back as she laughed. A feeling of joy washed over 'her'.
"Wonderful. This is great". She looked up into his face. Her eyes held a spark that was about to be ignited.
"Do it again. Hit me. Hit me one more time". An expectant look on 'her' face.
Roland froze, unsure of what action he should take. This was a first for him to be placed in such a situation.
Seeing that Roland wasn't planning on making a move, the witch frowned.
"Touch me".
No movement.
"Touch me".
No movement.
"Touch me".
No movement.
"Touch me".
No movement.
"Touch. Me". It came out quite slow as though she was on her wits end and about to blow her stack.
Once again there was no movement.
Once again, she tightened her grasp on his trouser after moving 'her' hand's position to his waist.
Roland's hand itched to give her another slap but, the unknown force which had drawn him to 'her' restricted his movements.
"Want to hit me hm? When I asked you to, you wouldn't but, as soon as I make a move you're itching to hit me" she pouted.
'With that expression I would've gladly given in to 'her' if it had not been for its voice. It's a major turn off. I don't even know if it's an actual woman or a cross dresser.
I can't even rely on that Donall's reaction. He seems like the type to knock up anything that's got a body and face like hers, his, hers, whatever'.
"Ow!" Roland eyes widened as a sharp object sank into his legs. His body remained stiff; unable to move.
"Do you feel that Roland. Do you? Do you?"
As 'she' taunted him she sank her nails deeper into his flesh.
"Hit me now Roland. Hit me. Hit me".
'She' laughed maniacally.
"Maybe I should increase the pressure?"
With that being said, 'she' grabbed his crotch and gave it a squeeze.
The bonds which shackled Roland in place were broken instantaneously. His hand went up and with all his might he struck the witch.
Still being bound by the chair, 'she' was unable to maintain her balance.
The chair keeled over.
Weekly Power Status
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Ranking 
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