"I've been cursed in every language from here to The Black Tundra. None have taken me yet." she says, letting the whip fall to both women's backs again.<br/><br/>"As for you," she says, whipping the younger girl a second time, "You nearly killed me. You're only trying to save you own skin now, saying you were pleased to be my handmaiden. It's a moot point anyway. I suppose I should be honest with what I plan for the both of you."<br/><br/>She says, standing in front of them so both can see. To see her face, they have to crane their necks fairly high, sunlight glinting off of their tear-stained faces as crimson trails begin to drip down the welts criss-crossing their backs. Their cries didn't deter her, in fact, they only seem to goad her on her grin seemed more teeth than she previously had.<br/><br/>"When I said that you'd be guests of honor, I meant that you would be taking the place of the meals." she added, giving them a moment to squeal, wail and moan as so many others had, while two of her servants approached and grabbed their already bound bodies, bringing spits up to them and setting them down next to the two meals. "I like to do very unique parties, where each guest gets to do with the meal as they please. Today's party will be fairly small. Only about four people will arrive, shortly I think. Therefore, we need to get the meals prepared." she said, making a gesture to her slaves, who subsequently began binding the two up tighter, binding arms and legs for even less freedom of movement than the shackles had allowed. The ropes bit into their skin as they were tightened down.<br/><br/>From the front door, the heavy knocker could be heard even this far back in the great hall. The front guard entered a few moments later with a brown furred male wolf and a male horse, his fur the color of sand and highlights that seemed to be a reddish brown. Behind the first two guests, arrived a slightly older, but well built bull, his muscled body speaking of former military service. His hide was a traditional flat black, although his hands had a streak of cream down the back of them and his wife, a younger fox with a petite frame with smaller breasts and silver fur that reminded one of ice crystals dancing across a field under a play of light.<br/><br/>"Mistress, may I present Joriel and Goren, esteemed tradesmen from the Far Reach Textile Corporation" he said, gesturing to the first two arrivals. "As well as Coren and Lady Kuriel of the Great House Lillith" he added as he addressed the last two with a low bow. Shortly after, he returned to the front gate momentarily.<br/><br/>"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome, welcome!" Lady Catherine spoke in a warm, jovial tone. "These two have given me quite the handful, so I assure you will be eating well tonight!" she added with a laugh. This elicited a strong round of applause from her guests. The party was about to begin, and things were spiraling downward for the two slaves.<br/><br/>(I wanted to leave it here so you could all respond. Basically, I'm going to have them rape, prepare and then begin cooking the meals. There may be more rape and other such fun over the fire, but what better to lube up your meal for the spit than to get inside it<img alt=":P" src="./images/smilies/icon_razz.gif" title="Razz"/>? By the way, did you have a preference for being tied to the spit or run through? I find the former more believable for a character to live over the fire awhile, but I will do either.)