‘Bow your head animal,’ she quietly insisted.Spartacus bowed his head towards the floor.‘Now slave,’ spoke Julia, ‘crawl and kiss my shoes.�...�‘With self control having deserted him, Spartacus crawled and tenderly kissed each of Julia’s sandals. He was no longer a man, but a slave. In fact he was a slave whose heart thudded in gratitude to be owned by this Great Lady.She smiled and spoke again, ‘look at me slave.’Spartacus gingerly raised his head until his once proud eyes met her’s. They were a. Her almond-shaped brown eyes were cold as icicles, her lips full and more frequently curved in an arrogant smirk than a smile. Lucia was Colombian where her family had been part of the wealthy elite. She grew up accustomed to privilege, which meant having servants whom she expected to fulfill her every demand. She was used to commanding people from the lower classes and to feeling no compunctions about indulging her tendencies towards cruelty. As she reached sexual maturity, she had also. Some say if it's done just right that as you slowly cook your body will adjust and by the time it would be painful most of your pain centers will be burned out." "Sorry about that Nick, we want a little life and fight left in you when we eat you. So you WILL FEEL a certain amount of pain as you roast for the next six hours." The spit was set firmly in the mechanism as she told him this, looking firmly into his eyes. He desperately tried to struggle, the thin metal spit didn't even bend, didn't. We milked all the intimacy we could but didn't speak for a few more minutes. Needless to say, I felt the love growing for her, and I'd be willing to put up with Sean if it kept her around with Victor. Although, then we heard knocking."Hey, Holly?" we heard Sean ask through the door. "Are you okay in there, I haven't heard anything in there, and you've been in there for like twenty minutes now."I took a deep breath. "I just have Cherie in here, and we've been chatting, that's all. We're going to.