Second Chapter


Almost a whole day had passed since Natalie had heard the life-changing news from her mother that her uncle and his fiancée would like her to be the main course at their wedding reception. Since then, the twelve-year-old had gone over and over this suggestion in her mind, listening to her inner voice and her feelings. But as was often the case at that age, her feelings were not good advisors. And as it turned out, this decision was not quite as easy to make as it seemed, considering what everyday life in this world looked like.

Every day, hundreds, if not thousands, of girls across the country met their end in one way or another. The meat industry was booming, and new girl meat restaurants were popping up like mushrooms. Sidney's and Gretel's were no longer the only chains. But suddenly Nattie wondered how all these girls, some of whom were even younger than herself, could make such a difficult decision so easily. Because she herself had great difficulty with it. Even though there was this quiet, unmistakable voice inside her that whispered incessantly, asking her if this wasn't what she had always secretly wanted. That she hadn't always suspected that it was her destiny to meet her end on a spit and simply accept what was so obvious.

That she was nothing more than meat that had not yet been harvested.

With this thought in her head, which had come to her shortly after waking up, she had sat in front of the mirror in her room for a long time that morning and looked at herself closely. Just like she did a few years ago, when she had just begun to explore her body, and long before she had become sexually active. And now, once again she had sat down in front of the large mirror with her legs spread wide and looked at herself. But this time she hadn't done it out of curiosity, but rather to understand herself. She had tried not to do it with her own eyes, but with those of a potential buyer or appraiser. Or perhaps with those of a guest in a restaurant to whom she would be served. She had imagined what it would be like to be led to his table and be inspected and touched by him. To hear him evaluate the quality of her meat and finally order individual parts of her.

Would my butt appeal to him? Would the breast meat make his mouth water? Would he see my cunt fillet and think, I just have to have that on my platter?

The thought hadn't been easy for her, but it had aroused her immensely. And so she had begun to caress herself, not for the first time since the news. And as she slowly touched herself and looked into her eyes in the mirror, her thoughts had begun to wander. So far she had only twice had the pleasure of knowing a girl alive from whom she had eaten a piece. One was her ten-year-old best friend Rebecca, who had lost her head at a fair a good year ago. And the other, of course, was her Aunt Paula, a few months ago at her uncle's engagement party. Otherwise, it had always been anonymous pieces that were either served to her in restaurants, bought pre-packaged at the supermarket, or selected by her mother at the butchers around the corner.

But now it would be her. If she agreed, she would be on the other side of the proverbial counter. But even if from that moment on she were nothing more than a piece of meat, an ingredient, the main course at a party, there would still be one difference. And that was that everyone present would know where the meat came from. Everyone would know her. The people who would eat her would be family, at least for the most part. To them, she would not be an anonymous, packaged piece of meat. She would still be herself, Natalie Robinson, twelve years old, avid swimmer, member of the spelling club, passionate dancer, friend, daughter, cousin, lover, family member.

And wedding roast

It was an exciting thought. One that gave her a little courage. And it was one that had made her cum explosively in front of the mirror that morning. Her lustful moans must have been heard throughout the house. And when she finally opened her eyes again, trembling, she saw that the mirror was dripping wet. The evidence of her lust had flowed down it like rivulets, and while she was still cleaning it with red cheeks, her head had been in utter chaos. And this turmoil inside her had still not subsided. A thousand voices were screaming at once, offering her all kinds of advice. But she just couldn't manage to concentrate on any of them.
At some point, Nat was startled out of her thoughts when she felt her mother's hand on her shoulder.

“Are you okay? You're awfully quiet.”

Natalie didn't answer right away. She stared into space for a while, chewing her lower lip thoughtfully. She had been sitting at the kitchen table for quite some time now, keeping her mother company, who had been working quietly in the background, humming to herself. She had brought a tablet with her to read a little, but hadn't even turned it on since she had sat down half an hour ago. Instead, she lounged on the table with her head on her arms and watched her mother, who, in her opinion, had dressed up in a particularly pretty outfit today.

Namely, in none at all.

Her mom apparently hadn't felt like getting dressed that morning and had only recently put on an apron to tidy up the kitchen a little. So Natalie had been enjoying a truly seductive view for a while now, especially when her mother bent over the counter and stuck her pretty butt out toward her. Not that it was an unusual sight. She had known for a long time that her mom had an exhibitionist streak. In fact, she often walked around the house naked, especially when she was working and writing new stories. She did this almost exclusively without clothes on, as it helped her inspiration, as she always used to say. And when she was particularly aroused by her work, it was not uncommon for her to call her daughter over and ask her to pleasure her under the desk for a while. This was a task that Natalie was only too happy to take on and always fulfilled with devotion.

Now, however, in the here and now, the young girl sat up a little straighter, folded her hands on the table in front of her, and slowly looked up at her mother, who was looking at her with a gently furrowed brow.

“Mom? Can I ask you something?”

“Of course, anything you want.”

Nat licked her lips. She wasn’t sure why she never asked the question before, given that it was so obvious and so fundamentally important to understanding her mother.

“Um... how come you have never been eaten?”

Steph paused, then she laughed softly and wiped her fingers on a towel.

“That’s a good question. It wasn’t because I didn’t want to, believe me.”

“Really?”

Her mother nodded. She leaned her back against the fridge and folded her arms across her chest. She looked out the window almost longingly and sighed.

“Yes, but it was never the right moment.” Shrugging her shoulders, she continued: “Of course, I was tempted a few times in high school, especially at the big end-of-year parties. When your best cheerleader friend is turning over the hot coals right in front of you, it makes you think.”

Nattie smiled and nodded to herself. In a way, she could relate. She remembered well how she had felt when Rebecca's headless corpse had been impaled on a spit and slowly roasted over the open fire at the fair. She had stayed by her side for quite a while, thoughtfully looking at her head, which the organizer had decoratively placed on a skewer, waiting for her deceased friend's family so they could enjoy a piece of her together. While she waited, her thoughts had wandered quite a bit.

“So, you wanted to?” she finally asked curiously, and her mother nodded immediately with conviction.

“Absolutely! I even had a plan. I didn't want to get older than sixteen. I had already pictured exactly what it would be like, just like most girls. I even created a Digi-Sketch where I collected inspirations and ideas.”

Her daughter laughed softly and then gave her mother that typical look that all children mastered when their parents talked about the past, which for them was long gone history.

“A what?”

“A Digi-Sketch. Yes, yes, I know. Stone Age.” Her mother waved her hand dismissively, laughing, but then immediately continued. “It was a kind of tablet that children used to use before Holos existed. A kind of digital scrapbook. I think I still have it somewhere.”

Nattie rested her chin on her fist and looked at her mother with a questioning expression.

“If you were so excited about it and had been planning it for so long, how come nothing came of it?”

If she was honest, she was glad that her mother's plan hadn't worked out. After all, she would never have existed if she'd gotten her way. Still, she was curious. And Steph seemed willing to tell her everything she wanted to know, probably because she hoped it would help her make the right decision. Whatever that might be.

“Because the world rarely follows our plans. Most of the time, something unexpected comes along. In my case, it was your father.”

Natalie couldn't help but smile a little. She could understand that, of course. After all, even today, despite what she considered to be his advanced age of forty, her father was still an extremely attractive man who often made her heart beat faster.

“Okay, that's understandable, of course.”

"Yes, isn't it? He was studying at the time and tutoring at my school to earn a little extra money. We hit it off right away, and it didn't take long before I got pregnant. Luckily, my parents liked him right away. And so my plan faded more and more into the background. Especially after our wedding and your birth."

“You were only fifteen when you met Dad, right?”

“I was fourteen and he was twenty-seven.” Stephanie shrugged. “Even today, the age difference is still quite large. But my parents have always been open-minded. And they quickly realized that he truly loved me. A feeling that was definitely mutual. Even if it threw all my plans into disarray.”

As her mom talked, Natalie realized she couldn't stop smiling. She loved hearing stories from her parents' past, about how they met, how they discovered love, and their first experiences together. She had heard these stories so many times, but she never tired of listening to them. With a dreamy expression, she looked at her beautiful mother, tilted her head, and said:

“I’m sure you would have been delicious back then.”

Steph couldn’t help but laugh out loud. Then she turned around, stuck her bare bottom out and slapped her butt cheek with her flat hand.

“Well, my dear, I strongly assume that I still would be. I mean, look at me. Don't tell me you wouldn't want to take a bite."

With that, she kneaded her own butt in front of her daughter’s nose, and Nattie simply couldn't resist. Laughing, she grabbed it with both hands and lovingly bit into the firm cheek. Her mother let out a startled squeal.

“Ouch... you cheeky thing.”

“Sorry,” Nat laughed and deftly dodged a playful swat. “I couldn't resist.”

But then, after a few seconds, her expression suddenly turned serious again. And she felt that little voice inside her whisper a question that was just begging to be asked.

“Mom, do you think I'd taste good?”

Her mother's expression, which had been playfully angry just a moment ago, now gave way to a loving gaze. With her hand pressed to her heart, she leaned against the kitchen counter and looked at her child. She shook her head gently and bit her lip.

“Darling, I have absolutely no doubt about that.”

Then a little spark appeared in her eyes and a smile formed on her face as she nodded invitingly and said:

“Take your clothes off. Let me look at you.”

Nattie smiled.

“You saw me naked only yesterday.”

“True, but I did that with the eyes of a lover. Now I want to look at you with the eyes of a hobby cook. Come on, don't be shy, sweetie. Look, I'll meet you halfway.”

With these words, she took off her apron and hung it neatly on a hook. Natalie grinned cheekily.

“Wow, what a difference!”

Nevertheless, she got up and complied with the request. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and slipped them off without hesitation. Then she pulled the tight shirt with the print of her favorite band over her head and was as naked as the day she was born.

“Ta-da!”

She spread her arms wide and beamed at her mother. She wasn't surprised when she immediately approached her with a pensive smile, raised her hands, and tenderly traced her thumbs around her nipples.

“God, I love your little breasts, so firm and tight. They've taken on a really nice shape lately.”

But her young daughter just shrugged and avoided her gaze, her cheeks red. With an embarrassed expression, she mumbled:

“They're still tiny. When I'm lying in bed, I can hardly feel them...”

“That's perfectly normal, darling. For your age, your breasts are perfect just the way they are. And that goes for the rest of you too.”

With an admiring look, her mother stepped back a little and looked at her by her outstretched arm. She licked her lips pensively and suddenly crouched down in front of her. Nattie watched with a pounding heart as she reached out her hand and then gently ran her fingertips over her belly. It tickled a little.

“So toned and sexy, all the swimming and dancing really pays off.”

Then her gaze drifted lower and her hands followed suit. She cupped one of her thighs, the back of her hand brushing her daughter's wet pubic area, which was certainly no accident, causing her to bite her lip in delight. Excited, she continued to watch as her mother kneaded the muscles in her thigh, sighing with pleasure.

“Hmmm, that makes your mouth water.”

“Mom...”

Natalie's cheeks glowed with shame, but she couldn't help smiling, and her mother returned the smile as she looked up at her, winked and gave her a shrug.

“What? It's true. Turn around, dear.”

Her daughter obeyed immediately, and she could already feel her mother's warm hands kneading her firm buttocks and pulling them apart just a little to reveal the delicious little secret between them.

“Oh yes, that's what I call a firm ass. It would certainly fetch a good price at the market, believe me.”

Nat closed her eyes with pleasure as she felt her mother's tender kiss on her cheek. But then she bit her lip and asked doubtfully:

“Do you really think so?”

“Absolutely.”

While she continued to gently knead her cheeks, her mom began to tell her story.

“A few years ago, your father took me to a charity auction organized by Gretel's. Among other things, a colleague of his auctioned off his thirteen-year-old daughter there. She went for $2,500 as a complete package, and I bet you would fetch more.”

“Really?”

The words suddenly made the young girl's heart beat twice as fast in her chest. She could also feel her juices flowing again, while she wondered what had become of the girl back then. Had she been served to the guests at some particularly exclusive party the very next day? Or had she first served her new owner in other ways with her body for a while? This idea created a fluttering feeling like a thousand butterflies in her chest. Finally, Steph replied:

“Absolutely, and I'm not just saying that as your mother. Your meat is really excellent quality, darling. You can be proud of yourself.”

“Thanks, Mom.”

Over her shoulder, she gave her a grateful smile, her cheeks red, but then gasped excitedly when she suddenly felt her fingers begin to curiously explore her wetness.
Instinctively, she stood a little wider and pushed her hips back.

“And that brings us to the most precious part of you, the fillet. Mmmmmmhhh...”

She could feel her mother's hot breath on her wet pussy and sighed with delight when she quickly stuck out her tongue and ran it through her soaking wet slit.

“Oh God, Mom... Haaaa...”

Stephanie giggled softly, then grabbed her hips and turned her around. Her daughter stared down at her with a pounding heart and an aroused look.

“Sorry, but this time I couldn't resist.”

She followed these words with a gentle kiss on her pubic mound, which made her little daughter bite her lip.

“Freshly shaved?”

Natalie nodded with glowing cheeks, but then shrugged her shoulders.

“Well, I don't have to shave much yet.”

Her mother smiled and pressed her lips to her hairless mound again. Instinctively, Nattie reached out, buried her fingers in her hair, and pushed her hips forward. She was so aroused that she was almost going crazy. Her thoughts were still racing, but at that moment, she wanted nothing more than to feel her mother's tongue on her pearl. And her mother obliged. She licked her slit over and over, lingering on that charming little button she had had so much fun with earlier that morning. For a moment, she sucked on it with her pointed lips, letting the tip of her tongue flit back and forth over her hard clitoris. While pleasuring her she didn't take her eyes off her once, looked her in the eye and ran her hands up her body to her blossoming little breasts. Natalie moaned with excitement, but then sighed almost disappointedly when Steph suddenly pulled away from her, planting a little goodbye kiss straight on her pearl.

“Oh, Mommy! Please don't stop...” she whined, but her mom was already getting up. She gave her a playful kiss on the tip of her nose, while reaching between her thighs with a firm grip, which caused a confusing mixture of emotions in her child.

“There'll be plenty of time for that later.”

With that, she shook her head smiling and then, to Nat’s surprise and immense excitement, slapped her firmly two or three times between her still spread legs with the flat of her hand. Nattie gasped and moaned. The mixture of pleasure and pain made her tremble and almost cum on the spot. With a veiled gaze, she saw her mother bring her wet hand to her lips and then lick it with relish.

“Mmmm... delicious as always. Still so young, and yet your juices are already flowing just like mine.”

Her daughter replied with a trembling voice:

“Are you surprised, Mom, with what you're doing to me?”

But Stephanie just smiled, crossed her arms under her bosom, and leaned back against the refrigerator to take a good look at her daughter, who was standing in front of her with wobbly knees. Natalie slowly came to her senses, adopted a slightly more relaxed posture, and took a few deep breaths. The girl sensed that this inspection had probably served a specific purpose. Usually, her mom didn't touch her so openly without asking first. But this time, she had probably wanted to make her feel like she was just a piece of meat. And she had succeeded. Apparently, she knew exactly what was going on in her child's confused mind at that moment. Eventually, the older woman's voice broke the silence again. And she sounded sincere when she said:

“Darling, I have absolutely no doubt that you would be the center of attention at George's party.”

Nattie blushed. Despite everything that had just happened, the words still made her cheeks flush. Her mother gave her an apologetic smile.

“I didn't mean to embarrass you, but I can see that you're thinking about doing it. The idea excites you, doesn’t it? It's what gets you going.”

Almost startled, Natalie realized how easy it was for her to nod in response to the question.

“Yes, in a way. Last night I lay in bed for a long time thinking about it. I don't know how many times I came just imagining it. And this morning it was the same. I... looked at myself in the mirror and thought about what it would be like. And again...”

She didn't have to finish the sentence. Her mother's smile told her that she knew exactly what she wanted to say.

“I know. I heard you.”

“Sorry.”

But as soon as the little girl looked down in shame, her mother stepped up to her, put her hand on the back of her neck, and stroked her tenderly.

“No need to apologize. It's perfectly normal, sweetheart.”

When her daughter looked up at her shyly, Stephanie continued.

“We're more alike than you think. Believe me, I also spent most of my youth with my hand between my legs, imagining what it would be like to die in all sorts of different ways.”

Then, after a brief hesitation, that sparkle reappeared in her eyes.

“Do you want to hear one of my favorite fantasies?”

Nattie couldn't utter a word, because her naked mother's fingers were still playing with her neck, sending hot shivers all over her body. So, she just bit her lip and nodded excitedly. Her mother smiled, then she placed her other hand flat on her daughter’s heart, right between her small breasts, and whispered in a seductive tone:

“Well, I always imagined how my father, your grandfather, would suddenly grab my hair and pull my head back while he was fucking me.”

As if to illustrate the image, she did the same to her, grabbing a fistful of her hair and making her child tilt her head back, panting with an open mouth. She also let her other hand slowly wander higher. She crawled her fingers up her chest until she reached her throat and paused there with her fingertips. This elicited a hoarse sigh from her daughter. Meanwhile Natalie’s hand reached between her legs again and felt her wetness. With her heart pounding, she continued to listen.

“And then, in my fantasy, he put his big butcher knife to my throat and started cutting very slowly and with relish. I imagined him cumming inside me and at the same time the blood shooting out of my throat.”

“Oh God, Mom...”

Natalie's voice was just a husky moan. The fingers of her right hand raced over her clit at breathtaking speed, driving her faster and faster toward climax, toward the long-awaited release. And her mother seemed to want to help her. Secretly, Nattie suspected that she was only doing it to get her out of this state, to clear her head a little. So that she would be of sound mind when it came to making an important decision. Because in her current state, she probably wouldn't even have resisted if her mom had decided to live out this fantasy with her here and now in the kitchen. But even though this thought was frightening, she continued to listen to the seductive whispers of her mother, who had now come very close to her. So close that she could feel her breath on her ear and her fingers on her throat.

“In my imagination, he took his time beheading me. And then at the end, when my head had only been connected to my body by the spine, he would have taken it in his hands, twisted it vigorously, and tore it off with a jerk.”

“Ha... haa...”

The little girl's gasps filled the silence, and at that moment it was only Stephanie's firm grip that kept her from falling helplessly to the floor. Over and over again, she rubbed her pearl, all the while her knees trembled with excitement.

“The crunching of my bones would have been the last thing I heard in my short life. You can't imagine how strong your grandfather was. It would have been easy for him. Especially at the age when I first had these fantasies, he could have broken me like a twig."

With an amused smile, Steph looked in her daughter’s eyes, still holding her firmly. Nattie met her gaze with a look of pleasure on her face.

“Damn, Mom... that's so hot. I knew you had... dirty fantasies, but this...”

Watching her finger herself, her mother shrugged.

"Well, when your father spends his life slaughtering girls, many of them your age, it's inevitable. I bet there's a lot you don't know about me, like the fact that I wrote my first short stories back then. And the main characters were mostly the girls your grandfather had killed the day before with his big knife. And believe me when I tell you that your dad likes it every time I tell him about it."

“Ahhhh... Daddy knows about it?”

“Of course.”

Steph bit her lip. With an inquiring look, she came closer again, closed her fingers a little tighter around her child's throat, and held her in a firm grip.

"You're imagining it right now, aren't you? You have the picture in your mind... My decapitated little corpse in my father's firm grip, fucking me hard from behind in my dripping wet eleven-year-old cunt. And my head smeared with blood next to him on the pillow, with a happy smile on my dead lips..."

“Mom... Mom...”

“Yes, sweetie, come for me, come for Mommy. Yes...”

“Aaaaaannnnggghhh...”

And Natalie came. Trembling, she screamed out her orgasm. The grip around her throat loosened and her mother supported her so she wouldn't fall to the floor. The girl’s knees trembled. Again and again she threw her head back and screamed. Ashamed, she felt the wetness flowing down her thighs and splashing onto the floor tiles.

“Yes, good girl... good girl”, her mother purred.

“Mom...”

Helplessly, she allowed her to grab her arm and gently lower her onto the kitchen chair. The twelve-year-old immediately slumped back into the chair, breathing heavily. She was still shaking, her head was spinning, and her pussy was still twitching with excitement. She ran her hands over her face, trying to clear her mind. Then she felt a tender hand on her neck again and her mother's warm body gently nestled against her shoulder. Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around her naked form and hugged her with all her strength.

"Mommy... thank you... thank you..."

There was a distinct smile in Stephanie's voice as she replied:

"No problem, sweetie. That was beautiful to watch."

But suddenly, her daughter was overcome with shame. Her heart still pounding, she buried her face in her mother's hip and shook her head. The puddle on the floor caught her eye and she blushed.

"Sorry, Mom..."

But then her mother pulled away, squatted down in front of her, and gently wiped a sweaty strand of hair from her forehead.

"Hey, what did I teach you? Never apologize for your arousal."

She gave her a tender kiss on the lips, and Nattie immediately returned it, wrapping her arms around her neck and refusing to let go. They kissed long and lovingly, and an immense feeling of warmth and acceptance flooded the young girl's body.

I love her so much... Can I really give this up?

When Steph finally pulled away from her and gently ran her fingers through her hair once more, Nattie sighed and sank back into the chair. She slid down in her seat and took a deep breath.

"God, that was hot! I hope you don't mind me borrowing that fantasy a few more times, Mom."

Her mother, who had meanwhile sat down in the chair opposite her with her arms folded on the table, laughed heartily.

"No, go ahead. Have fun with it. I'll see if I can find my old Digi-Sketch later. I wrote down all my fantasies in it, too. Maybe you'd like to take a look?"

Natalie, who felt her overwhelming excitement leaving her and was now slowly coming back to earth, nodded eagerly.

"That would be cool, Mom, thanks."

"No problem, we share everything, right?"

Another nod was the answer, timidly uttered. But then Natalie fell into a thoughtful silence. Her mind, flooded with lust and excitement until a moment ago, slowly returned to reality. And with that, the big question resurfaced. The one that would decide over the rest of her life. But she suddenly felt that the answer had probably always been within her. And that she might really be more like her mother than she ever thought. Because the little voice inside her, whispering to her incessantly, was nothing else than the call of her heart, she suddenly realized. And what kind of life would that be, no matter how long it might last, if she didn't listen to her heart? And even though she'd experienced a post-orgasmic moment of clarity many times before, this one was different. It wasn't accompanied by shame or even guilt; rather, it brought her insight and with it a form of relief she'd never experienced before. Because in that moment, she realized that she'd been right this morning in front of the mirror.

Natalie Robinson, twelve years old, with friends, family and a bright future ahead of her, was, despite everything, just meat waiting to be processed. She just lacked the will to accept it.

As this fundamental realization took hold in her mind, her mother, with a thoughtful expression, slid her hands across the table and reached for her fingertips. She seemed to sense that something was happening inside her and looked at her expectantly, almost fearfully. Nattie met her hands, entwined her fingers with hers, and then whispered:

"Mom, I think you're right. We're really alike. I... I've thought about it for a long time and... to be honest... I think I want to do it."

Her mother blinked a few times and licked her lips.

"Really? Are you sure?"

"I... I think so."

The girl nodded, almost as if to convince herself that she actually meant what she said. And deep in her heart, she felt relief spreading through her. And it felt good. As if a heavy weight had been lifted from her shoulders. Meanwhile, her mother tilted her head, considering, and pursed her lips.

"Well, you just came. So I guess it's not lust speaking from you. Maybe you really mean it."

Natalie nodded again. She squeezed her mother's hands and replied, now with conviction:

"I do. The more I think about it, the more I feel it's meant to be. I believe it's my destiny. And besides, isn't it the dream of every girl to be the center of attention at such a great party and then meet her end at the climax?"

She swallowed, sank back in her chair, and ran her hands over her breasts, making her nipples harden again. An almost dreamy expression came over her as she gently kneaded them between her fingertips.

"I mean, they will all see me naked, they'll all admire my body and... judge my meat. The idea is just so amazing... so arousing."

With flushed cheeks, she met her mother's understanding gaze. But then Steph lowered her head and rested her chin on her crossed fingertips. The expression in her eyes became more serious as she spoke.

"The thing is, sweety, excitement will only take you so far. What you need is conviction, the absolute will to actually go through with it once you've decided to do it."

"I know."

The answer came right off the bat, and she really meant it. But then her mother shook her head with a serious expression.

"I hope you do, because it won't be easy. If you truly choose to do this, an agonizing death awaits you. They won't just cut you open and disembowel you. They'll also ram a seven-foot steel pole into one of your delicious little holes until it comes out of your mouth. And then, just when you think the agony can't get any worse, they'll put you over the coals and roast you alive. You'll definitely be conscious for a few minutes, while you turn over the flames, feeling your flesh begin to sear and hearing your fat drip into the fire."

Her mother’s blunt words made Natalie's heart race and sent hot flashes of excitement to her pussy. She stared at her with an open mouth, but the woman just met her gaze with a serious expression. Then, at some point, the girl chuckled nervously and rolled her eyes a little.

"Good heavens, Mom, that's the smut writer talking. One could almost think you're trying to talk me out of it again."

For a second, an amused smile tugged at the corners of her mother's lips, but then she just shook her head.

"No, but I want you to be fully aware of the consequences of your decision. Because once you've made it, there's no going back. Countless guests will be relying on you. And you don't want to embarrass the family. So only agree if you're 100 percent sure you want to go through with it. Because in the end you will be dead."

Natalie pressed her lips together. She could feel that her mother was serious and that she had only her best interests at heart. But the longer she thought about it, the more she felt deep in her heart that it was really what she wanted. That she was determined to do her uncle and cousin this favor, even if it cost her her life, even if it meant exchanging perhaps eighty years of her future for a few minutes of painful ecstasy. And so, with all the seriousness she could find in herself, she sought her mother’s gaze and spoke with conviction.

"Mom, I've been thinking about this. For a really long time. And to be honest, especially after what you told me earlier, I think I really do take after you."

Stephanie remained silent, but tenderly took her hands in hers again. She held on tight and continued listening.

"What you told me earlier, those fantasies you had about your father... that triggered something in me. As if I suddenly understood myself better. And when you held me like that, with your hand around my throat and squeezing a little, I lost my breath for a moment, and yet I still came like a firehose. That's exactly how I felt back then when Peter took me from behind on the camping trip and slapped my ass for fun. I almost squirted on his feet."

Stephanie shifted a little in her seat, taking a shaky breath. Then an understanding smile stole onto her lips.

"Oh my! Could it be that my little daughter is just discovering her inner pain-slut?"

Embarrassed, the girl put her hands over her face, but laughed to herself. Then she shrugged, and stared away, her cheeks red.

"Could be."

But then she pulled herself together, knowing this was a serious matter, and it was important to convince her mother that she was aware of that. And so she sought her gaze again, even though her ears were still burning, and crossed her arms on the table.

"But no, honestly, I think I'm looking forward to it. Every single aspect of it. Both the pain and the redemption at the end. Because in the end, none of that matters, does it? The only important thing is that I give all these people, my family, a great day. That my meat makes you all happy. And besides, I'll live on in your memories. In yours... right?"

Her mother gasped, raised her hand to her mouth in emotion, and then rose to immediately hug her child tightly.

"Oh, darling... Of course we'll remember you. After all, we haven't forgotten Aunt Paula, have we?"

With her face pressed into her mother's warm breasts, Nattie shook her head.

"No, we haven't. She was so delicious."

"She was. I can still taste her. And she was so happy for them both."

After a while, Stephanie released her from her embrace, but held her hands tightly. With a proud smile on her lips, she met her gaze, and Natalie felt deep in her heart that she had made the right choice. For she would also give her beloved parents an unforgettable experience. When her mother placed her hand on her cheek and stroked it gently, the little girl snuggled lovingly into it.

"So, what do you think? Will you give me the OK? Can I really say yes to them both?"

Natalie beamed and gave her a happy, heartfelt nod.

"Yes. Tell them that it will be an honor for me to be their wedding roast. They can count on me."

Her mother's eyes shimmered wet. And for a moment it looked as if she was struggling to keep her composure. But then a smile formed on her lips as well.

"I am so incredibly proud of you, my child. I can't wait to see you on the spit. You'll look so sexy."

Then, as if the idea had just occurred to her, she snapped her fingers and exclaimed:

"You know what? I'll contact the wedding photographer. I definitely want to have souvenir photos of you."

Her daughter liked the idea immediately. She had always liked to pose for her father, who was a passionate amateur photographer. And some of the most beautiful nude photos, which had been taken only a few months ago, even hung in large format in the living room above the couch and always served as a hook for many a stimulating conversation when guests were visiting.

"Good idea, and make sure Peter gets some too, okay? Both before and after pictures."

"Absolutely. You're looking forward to seeing him again, aren't you?" her mother asked with an all-too-knowing look, and Nattie didn't hesitate to nod in agreement.

"Oh yeah. I'll definitely… spend some time with him before… you know”, at her words she ran her thumb over her throat in a meaningful gesture and rolled her eyes. And although her mother gave her a contrite look, she had to admit that the thought made the heat shoot back between her thighs. And it also made her back door pulse with anticipation, because she had planned something very special for her beloved cousin.
Her mother, who had always found it easy to see through her, tilted her head curiously, her eyes glittering slyly as she asked:

"Do you two have anything special planned?"

Her daughter gave her a big grin, her ears turning the color of fresh tomatoes. However, she knew her mother meant it earlier when she said they would share everything. And so she didn't hesitate for a second to tell her.

"Um, yeah. To be honest, there was one thing we never got around to. I... I'd like to give him my ass."

Nattie smiled as she saw the other woman’s eyes widen in surprise. She knew only too well how much her mom loved anal play, but she herself had never felt anything in her ass other than her mother's tongue and maybe a little finger. The fact that her daughter had apparently changed her mind now seemed to both surprise and excite her immensely. And so Steph asked:

"Oh, why the change of heart? Didn't you just recently tell your dad again that you didn't want it in your ass?"

Nattie shrugged with a shy smile

"Yeah, but... I don't know. This has put everything in a new light. And who knows if the spit might end up in that hole, and then I would have liked to feel a real cock in it beforehand."

She looked up at her mother, who then squatted down in front of her again, lovingly placing a hand on her bare leg. She tenderly stroked her sweaty skin and looked deep into her eyes.

"Darling, you're absolutely right. Such a decision changes everything, without exception. Your life will take on a completely different rhythm from now until your big day. You will suddenly see a lot of things in a different light and that's a good thing."

Suddenly, she grabbed her hands again, pulled them close to her, and looked up at her.

"My beloved child, I want you to assure me one last time, with complete conviction, that this is truly your final decision. I need to hear it again."

Natalie didn't hesitate for a second this time. She solemnly returned her gaze and spoke:

"Yes, Mom, it really is what I want. I want to be the main course at Uncle Paul and Cousin Laura's wedding reception. I want to be slaughtered and eaten, and end my life there so that you all can enjoy my roasted meat."

Seemingly satisfied, her mother nodded, squeezed her hands and gave her a proud smile.

"Well, sweetie, then I hereby grant you carte blanche until September 1st, when the time comes. You have my full support in everything you want to do, in everything you want to try or experience. Your father and I are here for you. Gain every experience you can. Do things. Feel things. Spend time with your friends or with us, however you want. Have as much sex as possible, with as many people as you can imagine. The only thing I ask is that you take care of yourself. Because once I George and Laura the OK, there's a pretty big responsibility on our shoulders, and especially yours. Do you understand?"

With a beaming smile and pounding heart, Natalie nodded eagerly. She had just received a proverbial come-out-of-jail-free card from her mother and would definitely think carefully about how she could best use it.

"Understood."

"Good," her mom replied with a happy smile, getting back up. "Then I guess I'll call them and tell them the good news."

"Go ahead, Mom! Tell them I'm looking forward to it!"

Shortly afterward, her mother left the kitchen, leaving her alone. And when she was gone, Natalie's smile slowly faded, giving way to a thoughtful expression.

September 1st

She looked over at the calendar, where the time was blinking and the month was displayed below.

It's July 25th. Just over a month to go

I have thirty-seven days to live… and then I'll die