The drow felt the cock pulse inside her mouth, the gagging and sputtering only pushing the wolf closer to climax. In the end, it was her enthusiastic tongue play that brought him to euphoria. Her seared mouth was filled with thick, warm seed. It felt as if the flood would never end, and her sputtering only oozed a bit of the viscous liquid down her cracked lips. What was left of her taste buds would taste nothing but salt and the musk of his equine manhood. He smiles at the tears "Good girl. You're almost done I think." he adds as he returns to the rest of the group.<br/><br/>Cum oozed lazily down Ambrosine's backside as she continued to roast. Her mouth involuntarily watered at the scent of such an excellent meal. Her body was unable to distinguish from its' own demise, it seemed. The canid grinned at her. "You weren't have bad... I can't wait to try eating you." he said, taking an inhalation of her cooking meat before going off to join the others. He hears her whispered please and laughs. "No time for that. There's more important business to attend to." Her heart must drop at the thought of anything being more important than mercy.<br/><br/>The pair were left to roast for what seemed like hours as Catherine and her company went about signing their trade contracts and securing the evenings business deals. Their battered bodies fought the heat as best they could, but it seemed to be nearing the end of their journey. Eventually, the party returned and several slaves pulled the now cooked, or near-cooked women off of the fires and placed them over unlit pits. Slaves began to surround them with knives.<br/><br/>Catherine took a deep drink before commanding her slaves. "Leave us. This will be a more...intimate dinner." she says as she motions her guests over.  "Please, start wherever you like." she says, knowing her guests preferences. The lady vixen sets out on Ambrosine's fingers, crunching down on the slightly softened bones with a determined ferocity as she devours both of her hands slowly. The bull starts out on the Drow's calves, stripping tender meat from her legs with ease. The wolf begins to shred Ambrosine's breasts in his teeth, tearing at them with that primal instinct brought from so many years of living off wild meat. Catherine laps at the dark elf's roasted breasts, tasting the crisped skin before digging in. It tastes divine, she notes with pleasure, as she begins to chew through the skin and perform a masectomy on her meal. The fatty meat strips away quite easily and her mouth waters for more.<br/><br/>Pain is nearly a moot point, but they can certainly 'feel' each bit of their body pulled away. Muscle, skin and other tissues chewed up like so much chicken or pork might be. Eventually, the fox and cat find their way to the plumped up labia, oozing stuffing and glaze from the cooked nethers. Long tongues lap at them, clearing the now-gaping holes of stuffing and glaze, stripping off meat as they are able to. Juices are slurped up with an intensity that is expected by none of them.<br/><br/>"Gods that's good!" they exclaim in unison, and then follow the exclamation with laughter at the perfect timing. The still live women are forced to endure their bodies slowly disappearing before them into the mouths of their hungry chefs. Catherine is fairly certain they won't be for too much longer. Wheezing breaths from strained lungs are some of the only sounds in the room, amidst chewing and the smacking of lips. The crackle of charred skin and the tearing of cooked meat permeate the air as well.<br/><br/>(I hope this isn't too much in one go. I figure they're about 'done'. (pun intended<img alt=":P" src="./images/smilies/icon_razz.gif" title="Razz"/>)