TO THE END AND BEYOND
A Sidneyverse Story


The main characters: (more to come)
Natalie “Nattie” Robinson, 12
Michael Robinson, 40, Nattie's father
Stephanie Robinson, 27, Nattie's mother
George Robinson, 42, Michael's brother
Laura Robinson, 17, George's fiancée and daughter
Peter Robinson, 13, George and Paula's son
Phoebe Robinson, 6, daughter of George and Paula
Paula, 35, deceased, mother of Laura, Peter, and Phoebe


First Chapter - Unexpected news

Breathing heavily and with her heart pounding, Natalie Robinson sank back into the pillow and sighed with satisfaction. She ran a hand over her sweat-drenched forehead, brushed her shoulder-length straw-blonde hair out of her eyes, and stared at the ceiling of her parents' bedroom with a happy smile on her lips. With a trembling voice, she whispered:

“Wow, Mom... that was amazing! What you did with your tongue at the end... Just awesome.”

Her mother Stephanie, who was wearing just as little clothing as she was, got up on all fours between her twelve-year-old daughter's wide-spread legs and smiled contentedly. She brushed a wet blonde strand of hair from her forehead and winked mischievously at her.

“Seems like I've still got it.”

“Definitely...” the little girl whispered, letting out a long, satisfied sigh. Her heart was still pounding in her chest from the overwhelming orgasm she had just experienced. Her mother got up on her knees, looked at the bed sheet, and shook her head grinning.

“My goodness, you squirted so much, the sheets are soaked.”

Grinning sheepishly, her daughter put her arm over her face and pointed vaguely at her. Because the evidence of her arousal was also clearly visible on her mother’s lips and cheeks in the sunlight.

“Not just the sheets. You too.”

But Steph just licked her lips with delight to taste her daughter’s juices and shrugged her shoulders.

“I don’t mind that at all, you know that.”

Natalie, who was watching her out of the corner of her eye, bit her lip. The sight of her naked mother, who at twenty-seven still looked extremely hot, made her mouth water. Admiringly, her gaze wandered over the small, firm breasts with the dark brown nipples she had been suckling so devotedly just a short time ago, and she noticed how her pussy, which had been twitching with pleasure just a moment ago, was contracting again.

“Is it my turn now?”

The girl's heart pounded with anticipation, because secretly she was already looking forward to diving between her thighs and searching for pearls. But to her surprise and gentle disappointment, her mother just shook her head.

“Maybe later. I'd like to discuss something with you first. Would that be okay?”

Nattie nodded and got up. Her whole body still felt as if it had been electrified. The climax had caught her off guard, but that was something she was used to from her mom. No one else could bring her to such ecstasy as she could. Ever since she had experienced her first small orgasm from her skilled tongue a good five years ago, she had been addicted to her caresses. And that would probably never change for the rest of her life. But it looked like sexy time was over for now. And so the girl sat cross-legged at the head of the bed, placed her hands in her lap, and gave her a curious look.

“Sure. What is it?”

Stephanie also sat up, ran her hands through her wet hair, and sighed. She pulled one leg up and wrapped her hands around her knee, giving her daughter a good view of her shiny pussy. Unconsciously, the little girl licked her lips. How she would love to dive between her legs and explore this delicious secret with her tongue. But when her mother sighed and sought her gaze, almost shyly, she realized that it was probably something important she needed to discuss with her. Her next words confirmed her suspicion.

“It's quite serious.”

Her mother's almost gloomy expression sent a shiver down the girl's spine. Rarely before had she seen such seriousness in those beautiful brown eyes, except when she had done something wrong and was about to be lectured. But for one thing, she couldn't remember breaking any rules, and for another, her mother would hardly have elicited such a passionate orgasm from her if she had intended to scold her afterwards. And so, with a queasy feeling in the pit of her stomach, she asked:

“Did anything happen?”

“Not yet... it's up to you whether that changes.”

Nattie frowned in surprise. Her mother wasn't usually the enigmatic type. She normally just said whatever was on her mind. That's why the hesitation in her voice now worried her a little.

“Now I'm curious.”

Steph put her hands in her lap and sat up straight. She seemed to be preparing herself for what was coming, which only made the lump in her daughter's throat grow bigger.

What 's going on?

“Well, the thing is... You know that your Uncle George is getting married again soon.”

Confused, the girl raised an eyebrow and shrugged her shoulders.

"Of course, I know that. After all, we were at his engagement party," she laughed uneasily, smiling as she recalled the wonderful celebration a few months ago. She remembered the delicious food, which they had to thank Aunt Paula, George's wife, or perhaps she should now say ex-wife, for. And she remembered the gorgeous dress worn by his new bride, Laura, the couple's eldest daughter. Even today, her heart still pounded with excitement when she thought back to the divorce ritual. But before she could lose herself even more in the romantic image of her aunt, kneeling naked in front of her husband with a wreath of autumn leaves in her hair, her mother brought her back to the here and now.

“Well, he contacted me yesterday and asked me if you might be interested...”

Her voice faltered and she bit her lip, her eyes downcast. Her daughter slid a little closer to her, reached out and touched her gently on the knee.

“Mom... what is it?”

Steph flinched subtly and then gave her a nervous smile. Natalie bit her lip. She wasn't used to her mother, a world-renowned author of erotic literature, being so lost for words, nor to her appearing so nervous. Once again, she just shrugged her shoulders and gave her an almost shy look.

“Well, he wanted to know if you might be interested in... taking on a special role at the wedding... or rather, at the reception afterwards.”

Nattie breathed a sigh of relief. She had been afraid that something bad had happened. But this sounded like something she might actually enjoy. At the engagement party, she had prepared a special surprise for her beloved uncle and cousin, which they had both really enjoyed. But now the butterflies were fluttering in her stomach again as she remembered how she had slowly undressed in front of the assembled guests to the beat of the music and performed a hot little dance number that she had rehearsed with her mother for weeks beforehand. The performance had been extremely well received and had led to some rather erotic moments after the party.

“Really? What does he have in mind? What should I do? Dance again? Like at the engagement party?”

But to her surprise, her mother shook her head, even though she gave her a beaming smile.

“Oh no, he loves to see you dance, but that’s not it. Although in a way, it does have something to do with your performance back then.”

Nattie 's shoulders slumped and her hands fell into her lap. Confused, she tilted her head and looked questioningly at her mother, because she was slowly but surely running out of ideas.

“Okay...?”

Finally, after a few last seconds of tense silence, Stephanie took a deep breath. She seemed to want to get it over with now, because she cleared her throat and fixed her daughter with a steady gaze. And then, with a trembling voice, she uttered the words that Natalie least expected at that moment.

“Well, he and Laura were so thrilled with your striptease at the engagement party that they... well, asked if you might be willing to make your body available in a different way at their wedding... They want you to be... the main course.”

The girl's jaw dropped for a moment. Completely overwhelmed and speechless, she sank back against the seat, one hand pressed to her chest. Her gaze lost itself in the void as she could feel her heart pounding in her throat. A cold knot had formed in her stomach that hadn't been there a moment ago.

“R... really? Wow...” she whispered with a trembling voice before falling silent and letting the words echo inside her.

The main course. Uncle George and Laura... want to eat me. If I agree, I will die. Do I want that? Am I ready for that?

It was a question she had asked herself many times during her short life. Natalie had known how the world worked for years. Even in kindergarten, the little ones were taught that girls were part of the food chain as a matter of course. In the six years of her school career alone, there had been two trips to different slaughterhouses. One to a Sidney’s factory and one to a local butcher who specialized in girlmeat. Her school classes regularly shrunk by almost half over the course of a year, as most of the girls simply didn't come back at some point, perhaps because they had been roasted at a family celebration over the weekend, volunteered at a fundraiser, or ended up in the oven at Thanksgiving or Christmas. Her best friend Rebecca had lost her head in one of the attractions during a joint trip to the fair just under a year ago. Natalie had watched with fascination as she was prepared on the spot and her meat was then offered for sale at several stalls. She herself had eaten a piece of her and enjoyed it immensely. And it wasn't just since that day that she had wondered when it would be her turn, when she would meet the same fate. Because she knew it would happen sooner or later; she had never questioned that. But there was also a part of her that had secretly hoped she would have a little more time. Nervously, she licked her lips and finally whispered:

“I didn't expect that...”

Life seemed to return to her mother, because she reached out her hand in a loving gesture and placed it on her bare thigh. She fixed her with an intense gaze.

“Honey, you don't have to decide today. This isn't something you should rush into. But they need to know within the next two or three weeks. Otherwise, they'll have to make other arrangements.”

“I understand...” Nattie nodded and swallowed hard.

Other arrangements, another girl, maybe one of my cousins, or someone else. Maybe they would get a girl from the butcher or the market. Or ask a classmate of Laura's or Peter's...

Peter

When the face of her beloved cousin appeared in her mind's eye, her heart began to beat even faster than it already had. She loved this boy and had even wondered if he was the one for her. Could she give him up? Just forget her dreams? And how did he feel about her being grilled at his father's wedding? Would he be happy to have a piece of her on his plate? Or would he be sad because he would lose her?

“Darling...” her mother continued, placing both hands on her shoulders and looking deep into her eyes. “I can understand why you're hesitant, but they've assured me time and again that they would be really happy about it. You would be the absolute highlight of their party and would truly sweeten their day.”

Without being able to stop herself, Nattie let out a soft snort and twisted her lips into a bitter smile.

“I bet.”

Stephanie seemed to have noticed the sarcastic undertone in her voice, because she pressed her lips together and hung her head. When her daughter saw this, she immediately regretted her words. She hadn’t meant for her reply to sound so cynical. So she shyly reached for her hand and squeezed it briefly.

“Sorry.”

But when she looked up again, she saw nothing but understanding and love in her mother’s beautiful eyes. So she sighed softly and asked with a pounding heart:

“Has Uncle George already said how he would like to prepare me?”

To her own surprise, these words sent a flash of excitement through her already wet pussy, and she feared that she was soaking her parents' sheets even more than she already had. But the thought of referring to herself as an ingredient... as a piece of meat, aroused her more than she wanted to admit. Her mother, however, shrugged uncertainly.

"Well, I think they plan to book one of the barbecue areas on the coast north of Frisco for the wedding. So most likely on a spit.”

The next question came naturally and left the young girl's lips with an imperceptible tremor. But she couldn't tell if her voice was shaking so much from fear or excitement.

“Alive or dead?"

Steph pressed her lips together. She avoided her child's questioning gaze and looked out the bedroom window. The sun shone through the blinds, casting bright stripes on the bed sheet. Nattie knew that this couldn't be an easy topic for her either. Even in the world they lived in, a mother didn't just shrug off the death of her only daughter. But at some point, she seemed to have gathered enough strength to answer the question. And when she did, a subtle smile formed around the corners of her mouth.

“Well, knowing my brother-in-law, I'd say alive. But of course, I can't guarantee it.”

At these words, Natalie's cheeks flushed red. It was almost as if her mother had guessed her most secret thoughts, because of course it was almost every girl's dream to be impaled alive so she could experience what this ultimate penetration felt like. To be able to properly enjoy this last fuck from her last steel lover.

Is that my dream too? My God, if I say yes, my life will end in a few weeks. All my dreams, all my plans, everything I still had planned... it will all be over, it will no longer have any meaning... Perhaps it never really had any meaning

But as she thought more carefully about this question, she remembered something she had briefly thought about earlier, but which could now take on a whole new meaning for her.

“He beheaded Aunt Paula before that.”

As she spoke the words, she saw the images flash before her inner eye once again, saw how the heavy axe drove into her aunt's neck and severed her head from her shoulders with a single blow. She saw how her head fell to the ground and then rolled down the two or three steps, coming to rest a good three feet away from her. She saw once again how Paula's eyes blinked in confusion, trying to focus, but then slowly the light in them went out and she was transformed from a living, breathing being into a thing... into something dead. And yet there had been that contented, if not happy, expression around her lips. It was one of the most frightening and yet exciting moments Natalie had ever witnessed. Her mother sighed softly and nodded thoughtfully, then placed her hand on her knee again and stroked it gently.

"Yes, but that was rather part of the divorce ritual. Besides, it was Paula's wish. The idea of being roasted alive never really appealed to her.”

“I see..."

Natalie, who had already imagined herself kneeling before the executioner's block with a similar crown of leaves or flowers on her head, shrugged her shoulders in almost disappointment. Then she pulled her knees up to her chest, wrapped her arms around them, and rested her chin on them. She stared thoughtfully into space and chewed on her lower lip. Her mother moved a little closer, lovingly placed a hand on her foot, and watched her silently. She didn't pressure her, didn't expect anything from her. She was just there, and her daughter was grateful for that. At some point, the girl licked her lips thoughtfully and said without looking up:

"It's not that I've never imagined it before. What girl doesn't? I... I just didn't expect it to happen so soon."
She swallowed hard, feeling a lump form in her throat, and added in a shy voice:

“Actually, I would have loved to go to high school for at least a year or so...”

But then her mother tenderly placed a finger under her chin, prompting her to look directly at her. There was a deep seriousness in her eyes as she spoke to her:

“You can. No one is forcing you. It was just a question. If you want, I'll cancel with George and Laura right away and they'll get a meatgirl from the market. No one would blame you; I can assure you.”

And there it was, her way out, the exit Natalie could take to avoid the road to death. Her mother offered it to her on a silver platter. And yet there was a voice inside her that kept her from taking that path right away, from seizing that opportunity just yet. And so, the girl licked her dry lips once more and shook her head.

“Thanks, Mom... but don't answer them yet. I want to think it over carefully first, okay? I may only get one chance to do this in such a beautiful way.”

Stephanie nodded with a proud smile. Then she pulled her close and hugged her tightly. And Natalie returned the hug with all her strength. She buried her face in her beloved mother's neck, breathed in her intoxicating scent deeply, and felt her breasts press firmly against hers.

“Of course, darling, I'll do whatever you want. It's your life, your decision. But be sure of one thing: whatever you decide, your father and I are incredibly proud of you and we both love you.”

And when she heard these words, Natalie squeezed her eyes shut and nodded silently. Suddenly, tears started to flow, but she wasn't crying out of sadness or even fear for her life, which might soon come to an end.

It was just that everything was a bit too much at the moment.

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