This brought cheers and laughter all around. The slaves all groaned quietly, they knew what was about to happen. "Bring the branding iron. You three, ...old her head so she can't move it."Three guards closed in and held her head up and still. Her eyes had just cleared when she saw the red hot glowing branding iron moving towards her face. She saw the shape of the iron and realized what they were about to do to her. The shaman drove the iron into the flesh on her forehead, holding it there for a. “My dear Fulvia.” She cooed. “I think I already have.”They were interrupted by a commotion outside in the corridor. On investigation Melissia was delighted to see Drachius who was chained head to foot and being dragged along by a posse of her women warriors. He was covered in blood.“He put up one hell of a fight.” Said one of the warriors through blood stained teeth.Melissia smiled. “I would have expected nothing less.” She placed her face just inches from his. “And just what shall we do with. It felt pretty damn good. They won by a long margin. She rowed them around the corner before she let them rest. Melissa, who sat in two seat, was crying with joy. They were laughing and hugging each other. Justine, the stroke, leaned forward and pat Grace on the legs and thanked her. These girls had never expected to win anything and they were completely overcome with emotion. She felt good. She was a part of something good. Nicholas was at the boathouse when she got back, waiting for her. " His features re-madethemselves. She smiled impishly and observed, "You are so pretty. Butno one will be interested in you unless you have a figure to go with thatface. How about a well proportioned shape, like a model? Yes, that'slooking good. But maybe we'll make those budding boobies just a tadlarger. Oops. That was too much. Should I make them shrink or... No. I'll just grow your butt and thighs enough to balance everything out.There we go. Wait a second. Now that backside's.