Both the bull and fox laugh at her snarl, having seen much like it in the past. "My, this one has some fight left in it!" she says with a titter. The bull grins "I'll take care of that in just a moment."The bull and fox begin to stuff Solistrae's vagina with the breading. Claws and fingers deftly push the soft, dry crusts up into her, an alien, awkward sensation as they mix with her own fluids, turning into a mushy paste inside her. The set of claws settles on holding her vagina open, while the horse shoves in more of the breading. Her vagina is filled to the brim before they finally stop, leaving the drow uncomfortable and gapingly full. A baster finds it's way up to her vagina, squirting some of the extra barbecue sauce up into it. Again, the baster returns, this time planting itself roughly and deeply up into her anus and squirting the liquid up into her. On the other side of the room, the two roasts can see the fires roaring to life as the slaves start the blazes that will burn down to coals to roast them at the perfect temperature.<br/><br/>"Both of you seem to care so much about that hair of yours, but you know, you're just meat. Just pigs for the spit. That's all you've been since you stepped through my doors." she says as she watches them squirm under each touch of the basting brushes and the preparations. "You're almost ready, I think, my little roasts."<br/><br/>The wolf and the horse prepare Ambrosine in much a similar way. Broccoli and chopped carrots are stuffed into her vagina. The hands are rough, inserting bit after bit with no reprieve. They adopt a similar tactic to the other pair, holding her lips open as the horses' fingers shove in the vegetables that will soon be simmering within her tenderest filet. More of the glaze that has been applied to her body is squirted up within her,stinging her sensitive womanhood with the tang of citrus. More vegetables are shoved in, bulging her virgin walls farther than she ever thought possible. Finally, just when she thinks she is literally going to explode, they stop filling her.The scent of lemon fills the air as more of that sauce is viciously inserted into her anus, a stinging enema of fragrant yellow juice, some of it dribbling down her backside and pooling under her thighs.<br/><br/>All of their screams and struggles go unnoticed, aside from the occasional steadying hand trying to finish preparations as they writhe about, faces twisted in pain and despair. "Get them over the fire!" Catherine orders and several slaves come to pick them up and place them over the broiling coals, beginning the final leg of their ordeal. Tears sizzled as they were set above the flames, beginning the arduous transformation from flesh to food.<br/><br/>(I hope I'm not rushing too much. Trying to do two characters is pretty tough for rhythm.  Plus, I'm starting to get busy with some non-roleplaying stuff and won't be able to dedicate too much time towards this, and I don't want to leave you folks hanging. Kind of took on a little too much RP at once as well and am getting burned out unfortunately. I plan to finish up this RP though and I hope I'm doing it justice.)