Second chapter - The most important decision of her life

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 to serve her as the main course at their wedding reception. Since then, the twelve-year-old had gone over this suggestion in her mind again and again, listening to her inner voice and her feelings. But as is often the case at that age, her feelings were not always a good guide. And as it turned out, the decision was not as easy to make as it seemed when you considered everyday life in her world.

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 girlmeat restaurants were popping up like mushrooms. Sidney's and Gretel's, the company where her father worked, were far from being the only chains anymore. But since yesterday, Nattie had been wondering how all these girls, some of whom were even younger than she was, could make such a difficult decision so easily. Because she herself had great difficulty with it. Even though there was a quiet, unmistakable voice inside her that whispered incessantly, asking her if this wasn't perhaps what she had always secretly wanted. That she hadn't always suspected that it was her destiny to end up on the grill and simply accepted what was so obvious. That she was nothing more than meat that hadn't been roasted yet.

With this thought in mind, 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, examining herself closely. Just like a few years ago, when she had just begun to explore her body, and long before she had become sexually active, she had once again sat in front of the large mirror with her legs spread apart and looked herself over. But this time she hadn't done it out of curiosity, but rather to understand herself better. She had tried not to look at herself 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 so that he could inspect and appraise her in advance. To hear him evaluate the quality of her meat and then order individual parts of her.

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

The idea hadn't been easy for her, but it had excited her immensely. And so she had started to fondle herself, not for the first time since she had heard the news. And while she touched herself and looked herself in the eyes in the mirror, her thoughts wandered wildly.

So far, she had only twice had the pleasure of knowing a girl alive before eating a piece of her. 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 suddenly find herself on the other side of the proverbial counter. Suddenly, she would be the piece of meat, an ingredient, the main course at a feast. And yet there was one difference that, in her opinion, was of enormous importance. And that was that every guest present would know where the meat on their plate came from. Everyone would have known her before. The people who would eat her would be family, at least for the most part. For them, she wouldn't be an anonymous, packaged piece of meat like the ones found in the refrigerated section. She would still be herself, Natalie Robinson, twelve years old, passionate 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 courage. And it was one that had given her an explosive orgasm in front of the mirror that morning. Her lustful moans must have been heard throughout the house. And when she was finally able to open her eyes again, she saw that the glass pane was dripping with moisture. The evidence of her lust had flowed down the mirror like streams. 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 screamed in her head, all trying to give her different advice. But she just couldn't manage to concentrate on any of them. The most confusing thing, however, was that two opposing opinions seemed to go hand in hand. There were two voices that kept coming up, and they couldn't have been more contradictory.

I don't want to die

That was an indisputable fact. Natalie Robinson cherished her life, she loved it, she enjoyed it to the fullest. She liked going to school, she liked sex, she had friends and plans for the future, and she adored her parents. In short, life meant something to her. But there was also this other voice inside her.

How could I pass up this opportunity?

Yes, it was true, the majority of all girls in this world ended up on someone's plate before they came of age. This was partly because it was an incredibly erotic thought to give oneself up so completely for the short-term pleasure of others, and partly because they believed it was the best thing they could do with their lives. Girlmeat was an absolute delicacy, which is why Nattie and her kind had been an integral part of the human diet for over three hundred years.

And there was indeed hardly anything more delicious than a well-prepared piece of girl. A tasty breast, a juicy piece of rump, or even a pussy fillet would always make her mouth water. That's why, for most women and girls, the greatest dream was to be as delicious as possible and their greatest wish was to be eaten at some point. But very few of them were granted the privilege of dying surrounded by those they loved more than anything else. Yes, of course, there were always stories of girls who let themselves be barbecued at family gatherings, or who gave themselves as gifts to a beloved family member. But the majority of the female population met their end in meat factories or directly in restaurants. They registered online or in one of the countless offices around the world, ended up under the butcher's knife, and finally found themselves in pieces on the meat counter.

But how often did a girl get the opportunity to be the center of attention? At a family celebration, surrounded by the people who meant the most to her in the world? Very few were allowed to decide which plate they would end up on. But if Natalie agreed, she would know exactly who the people were who ate her. Wasn't such an opportunity worth giving up her life, putting her own dreams aside, in order to give her family an unforgettable experience?

When she felt her mother's hand on her shoulder, she was startled out of her thoughts.

“Is everything okay? You're so quiet.”

Natalie didn't answer right away. She stared into space for a while, chewing thoughtfully on her lower lip. She had been sitting at the kitchen table for quite a while now, keeping her mother company, who had been quietly humming and working in the background until just now. She had brought a tablet with her so she could read a little, but she hadn't even gotten around to turning it on since she had sat down half an hour ago, so agitated were her thoughts.

And isn't that understandable? I have to make the most important decision of my life. Possibly the last one ever

So she had been slouching at the table with her head on her arms, thoughtfully watching her mother, who, she thought, had put on a particularly pretty outfit today.

In fact, she wasn't wearing one at all.

It seemed that her mom had once again not felt like getting dressed that morning. She had actually just put on an apron to tidy up a bit. So her daughter had been treated to a truly seductive sight for a while now, especially when Steph leaned over the counter and presented her pretty butt. Not that this was an unusual sight; Nat had known for a long time that her mom had an exhibitionist streak, and both she and her dad enjoyed it immensely. In fact, the great author 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 excited by her work, it was not uncommon for her to call her daughter over and ask her if she would like to pleasure her under the desk for a while. This was a task that Natalie had been happy to take on for a few years and always fulfilled with dedication.

Now, however, in the here and now, the young girl sat up a little straighter, folded her hands in front of her on the table, 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 was actually surprised that she had never asked the question that had been on her mind for a while, even though it was so obvious and so fundamentally important to really understanding her mother.

"Um... Why did you never end up on the grill? I thought Grandfather was a butcher.”

Steph paused, then 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 back against the counter and crossed her arms. With a wistful glance out the window, she 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 skewer and slowly roasted over the open fire at the fair.

“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 always been determined to give myself to my dad on his fiftieth birthday. I had already imagined exactly how it would be, like most girls. I had 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. Ancient history.” Her mother waved her hand dismissively, laughing, but then immediately continued. “It was a kind of tablet that kids 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 of course glad that her mother's plan hadn't worked out. After all, she would never have existed if her mother had 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. However, a shadow passed over her pretty features as she spoke. She lowered her gaze and tucked a strand of blonde hair behind her ear.

"Because the world rarely follows our plans. Most of the time, something unexpected comes along. In my case, it was several things. First, of course, the sad fact that my dad didn't live to see his fiftieth birthday."

Nattie wanted to slap herself. She knew, of course, that her grandfather had died several months before she was born. Secretly, she cursed herself for her carelessness. But her mother just shrugged and continued.

“Then, of course, there was your father.”

This brought a subtle smile to the girl's lips, because of course she understood her mom well. After all, despite being forty years old, which she considered quite old, 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?” Steph smiled to herself amusedly. "He was studying at the time and tutored computer science 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 further and further into the background. Especially after our wedding and your birth, the third reason why I didn't let myself be roasted.”

Natalie nodded sympathetically.

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

“Only fourteen, actually, and he was twenty-seven.” With a gentle shrug, she added, “Even today, the age difference is still quite large. But my parents have always been very open-minded and quickly realized that he really loved me. A feeling that was definitely mutual. Even if it threw all my plans into disarray.”

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

“You would have been delicious back then.”

Steph couldn’t help but laugh out loud. Then she turned around, stuck her bare bottom out toward her daughter, and slapped her butt cheek hard 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 butt in front of her daughter's nose, and she 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,” laughed the little girl, deftly dodging a playful swat.

“I couldn't resist.”

Her mother lovingly ruffled her hair, but the girl's expression became a little more serious again. Because once again, there was that voice inside her, whispering to her, asking her questions that were just begging to be spoken aloud. And so she took a chance, looked up at her mother, and asked, her heart pounding:

“Mom, do you think I would taste good?”

Her mother's expression, which had been playfully angry just a moment ago, now gave way to a loving look. With one hand on her heart, she leaned against the kitchen counter and looked at her child. She bit her lip and her eyes shone with certainty as she replied softly:

“Honey, there's absolutely no doubt about that.”

Then a mischievous twinkle appeared in her eyes, accompanied by a spark that her daughter knew only too well and had noticed in her just yesterday. Shortly before they ended up in bed. With an inviting nod, she smiled at her and said:

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

Nattie smiled, because part of her had already seen this coming. Still, she couldn't help but reply:

“But you just saw me naked yesterday.”

Her mother nodded in agreement but shrugged her shoulders at the same time.

“True, but I did that with the eyes of a lover. Now I want to look at you with the eyes of an amateur chef. 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 and rolled her eyes.

“Wow, because that makes a huge difference...”

But nevertheless, the girl 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 her favorite band's logo over her head and was as naked as the day she was born.

“Ta-da!”

Without any false modesty, she spread her arms with a beaming smile and presented her twelve-year-old body to her mother. She wasn't surprised when her mother immediately approached her with a pensive smile, raised her hands, and tenderly traced her thumbs around her nipples. The touch immediately made the small buds harden and sent a pleasant shiver through the young girl.

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

But her daughter just shrugged and pushed out her lower lip, her cheeks red.

“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, by the way.”

Her mother stepped back a little and looked at her admiringly, holding her outstretched arm. She licked her lips pensively and suddenly crouched down in front of her. With her heart pounding, Nattie watched as she reached out her hand and gently ran her fingertips over her stomach. It tickled a little.

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

With her chest puffed out proudly, the enthusiastic young athlete, who had recently won an important championship in Denver, allowed her mom to grab one of her thighs with both hands and knead it a little. It was certainly no coincidence that the back of her hand came into gentle contact with her moist labia, causing her daughter to bite her lips in excitement. Meanwhile, Steph sighed and closed her eyes with pleasure.

“Hmmm, that makes my mouth water.”

“Mom...”

Natalie's cheeks were now glowing with shame, but she couldn't help smiling, and her mother smiled back as she looked up at her with a wink and a shrug.

“What? It's true. Turn around, sweetheart.”

The little girl obeyed immediately, and she felt her warm hands kneading her firm buttocks again, then even pulling them apart a little to reveal the delicious little secret between them.

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

Nattie bit her lip and sighed excitedly as she felt her mother's tender kiss on her buttock.

“Do you really think so?”

“Absolutely.”

As she continued to gently knead her cheeks, she began to speak.

“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 twelve-year-old's heart beat twice as fast in her chest. She could also feel her juices starting to flow again as 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? Had she possibly met her end as a snuff bunny? Or was she allowed to serve her new owner in other ways with her body for a while before ending up on his plate? This idea created a fluttering feeling in her chest, like a thousand butterflies. Only when her mother continued speaking did the little girl find her way back to the here and now.

"Absolutely, and I'm not just saying that as your mother. Your meat is truly excellent quality, sweetheart. You have that in writing, after all. So you can be proud of yourself.”

”Thanks, Mom."

The girl shyly gave her mother a grateful smile, her cheeks red. But then she gasped excitedly when her mother suddenly began to explore her wet lips curiously with her fingers. Instinctively, she stood with her legs apart and willingly thrust her hips toward her.

“And that brings us to the most valuable part of you, the filet. Mmmmmmhhh…”

My filet... She used to call it my cunt or my pussy. And way back when we first started having sex, she called it my kitty. Is she imagining what it looks like when it’s on her plate? Cut out of my body, fried and cooked to perfection

She could already feel her mother's hot breath between her legs and sighed with delight when she suddenly flicked her tongue out and ran it once through her soaking wet slit.

“Oh God, Mom... Haaaa...”

Stephanie laughed softly to herself. Then she grabbed her hips and turned her around. Her daughter stared down at her with a pounding heart and an aroused look.

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

She followed these words with a gentle kiss on her pubic mound, which made the girl bite her lip. Then she nestled her cheek against the smooth skin and looked up at her with a lustful gaze.

“Freshly shaved?”

The little girl nodded with glowing cheeks, but shrugged her shoulders at the same time. Her mom had taught her how to use the razor safely six months ago. Most of the time, she shaved her, but even when Natalie did it herself, it didn't take long to get rid of the fine fuzz that occasionally appeared between her thighs.

“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 willingly pushed her lap toward her. She was so aroused that she almost went 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 did her the favor, at least for a moment. She lovingly licked her slit, lingering on that enchanting little button she had had so much fun with just that morning. For a while, she sucked on it with her pointed lips, letting the tip of her tongue flit back and forth over the hard clitoris.

“Oh, Mommy! Please don't stop...” she whined, but Stephanie was already getting up, giving her a playful kiss on the tip of her nose and then grabbing her firmly between her thighs, which caused a confusing mixture of emotions in her child.

“There will be plenty of time for that later.”

To her surprise and immense excitement, she 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 made her cum on the spot. With blurred vision, she saw her smiling 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.”

With a trembling voice, the girl replied:

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

But Stephanie just smiled, crossed her arms under her breasts, 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. She suspected that this inspection had served a specific purpose. Usually, her mother didn't touch her so openly and 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. She seemed to know exactly what was going on in her confused mind at that moment. Eventually, her voice broke the silence in the kitchen, and she sounded sincere when she spoke to her.

“Well, as for your question, dear, I have absolutely no doubt that you would be the absolute highlight at George and Laura's party.”

The girl blushed. Despite everything that had just happened, those words still made her cheeks flush. Her mother seemed to notice, because she gave her an apologetic smile.

"Nattie, I didn't mean to embarrass you, but I can see you're thinking about doing it. The idea excites you, doesn't it? It's what gets you so worked up.”

Her daughter nodded immediately and, almost startled, realized how easy it was for her. It was a simple truth. She thought about it, even though she was still firmly convinced that she did not want to die. She wanted to live, grow old, start a family.

Maybe with Peter

And yet she kept coming back to the thought of the upcoming party and saw herself rotating on a spit over the flames. And so, at some point, she nodded her head and murmured:

"Yes, somehow I do. Last night I lay in bed for a long time and fantasized about it. I don't know how many times I came just imagining it. And this morning it was the same. Shortly after waking up, I couldn't think of anything else. I looked at myself in the mirror and imagined 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.“

Ashamed, the little girl lowered her gaze. But then her mother stepped up to her, gently but firmly placed a hand on the back of her neck, and tenderly stroked her hair.

”No need to apologize. It's perfectly normal, sweetheart." And when her daughter shyly looked up at her again, she continued. "We're more alike than you think. Believe me, I also spent most of my youth with my fingers between my legs, imagining what it would be like to kick the bucket in all sorts of different ways.”

“Really?”

Her mother nodded. And again, that little sparkle appeared in her eyes that she had noticed earlier. It was her naughty side, the erotic author in her. The side that always came out when she was aroused.

“Do you want to know what my favorite fantasy was?”

Nattie couldn't say a word, because her mother's fingers were still playing with her neck, sending hot shivers of excitement through her whole body. At that moment, she was putty in her hands, so she just bit her lip and nodded excitedly. Steph smiled, then placed her flat hand 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, while fucking me, would suddenly grab my hair and roughly pull my head back.”

As if to illustrate the image, she did the same to her, grabbing her shoulder-length blonde curls and making her child lay her head back with her mouth open, panting. 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.

“I was often with him in the slaughterhouse, helping to cut up all the girls he had killed before. And afterwards, when he was aroused, I always bent over for him. Then he usually pressed me down onto the cold work surface with one hand and took me from behind.”

Visibly aroused, she bit her lip and closed her eyes with pleasure at the memory.

“Oh God, how often did I lie with my head on that counter, staring at the bloody knife in front of me, imagining how I would take it and hand it back to him.”

Her daughter gasped for air, and as she listened to her mother with bated breath, she let her right hand wander between her thighs and began to play with her clit. Her mother watched her with a smile, then continued, moving a little closer.

"Unfortunately, I never dared to actually do it. But in my fantasy, he took it, put it to my throat, and slowly and with pleasure began to cut. I imagined how it would feel when he came inside me and at the same time the blood shot out of my throat to mix with that of the other girls who died on this table. The thought made me come like a rocket every time."

“Oh God, Mom...”

Natalie's voice was just a husky gasp. Her fingers raced over her pearl at a breathtaking pace, driving her faster and faster toward climax, toward the long-awaited release. And her mother seemed to want to help her, because she pressed herself even closer to her, kissed her neck, and then licked lustfully across her throat, which the little girl willingly exposed for 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 mother had decided to live out this fantasy with her here and now in the kitchen.

With her heart pounding, the girl's gaze wandered over to the knife block on the counter. But even though this thought was as frightening as it was exciting, she continued to listen to her mother's seductive whispering. She was now so close that she could feel her breath on her ear and her lips on her throat.

“In my imagination, he took his time decapitating me. And then at the end, when my head was only connected to my body by a few vertebrae, he would take it in his hands, twist it vigorously, and tear it off with a jerk.”

“Ha... haa...”

Natalie's hoarse gasps filled the silence, and at that moment, it was only her mother's firm grip that kept her from falling helplessly to the floor. She continued to rub her pearl, her knees trembling 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.”

“Fuck, Mom... that's so hot." Her daughter's voice trembled with lust, and Stephanie gave her an amused smile. But then the little girl continued. “I knew you had... dirty fantasies, but this...”

While she continued to watch her finger herself, her mother shrugged.

"Well, when your father spends his life slaughtering girls, many of them your age or even younger, 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 it turns your dad on every time, I tell him about it.”

“Ahhhh... Daddy knows about it?”

“Of course."

And while Natalie was still staring at her wide-eyed, her mother suddenly came closer and bit her lip. With an inquiring look, she tilted her head and closed her fingers a little tighter around her throat.

“You're imagining it right now, aren't you? You have the image in your mind... My decapitated little corpse in my father's firm grip, right?”

Her daughter nodded as best she could at that moment, pressing her lips together. But she didn't stop abusing her clit. On the contrary, she rubbed herself more and more wildly, and if her mother hadn't been choking her in such a possessive way, she would have moaned loudly with pleasure.

“Yes, darling, imagine him fucking me hard from behind in my dripping wet, eleven-year-old cunt, while my head lies next to him on the pillow, smeared with blood, with a happy smile on my dead lips...”

“Mom... Mom...”

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

“Aaaaaannnnggghhh...”

And Natalie came. As the hand around her throat loosened, she screamed out her orgasm, trembling. Her mother supported her so she wouldn't fall to the floor, but her knees still shook. Again and again, she threw her head back, screaming and feeling the wetness flow down her thighs and splash onto the floor.

“Yes, good girl... good girl,” Stephanie whispered, and her daughter clung to her with trembling fingers.

“Mom...” she gasped, but couldn't get another word out. Instead, she helplessly allowed her mother to take her by the elbow and gently lower her onto the kitchen chair. Breathing heavily, the twelve-year-old sank back into the seat. Her head was still spinning and her pussy was still twitching with excitement. After a while, she ran both hands over her face, trying to clear her thoughts. But she couldn't quite manage it. Finally, she felt a tender hand on the back of her neck again and her mother's warm body gently nestling against her side. Instinctively, she reached out, wrapped her arms around her naked body, and pressed herself tightly against her.

“Mommy... thank you... thank you...”

“A pleasure, sweetheart. That was really nice to watch.”

There was a distinct smile in her mother’s voice, but suddenly Natalie was overcome with shame. Her heart still pounding, she hid her face against her mother's hip and peeked with one eye at the puddle that had formed on the floor. She blushed bright red.

“Sorry, Mom...”

But then her mother crouched down in front of her and tenderly brushed a sweat-drenched strand of hair from her forehead.

“Hey, what did I teach you, sweetie? Never apologize for your arousal.”

With that, she gave her a tender kiss on the lips, and Nattie immediately returned it. She wrapped her arms around her neck and didn't want to let go. They kissed long and lovingly and passionately, 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 the two finally broke the kiss and her mother gently ran her fingers through her hair once more, the little girl sighed, sank back into her seat, and took a deep breath. Then a smile stole across her lips, and she shyly sought her counterpart's gaze.

“God, that was hot! I hope you don't mind if I borrow this fantasy a few more times, Mom.”

Her mother had meanwhile sat down at the table with her, folded her arms on the table, and now laughed heartily. Then she waved her hand and said:

“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, maybe you'd like to take a look?”

Natalie, who could hardly believe what her mother had just said, opened her eyes wide in surprise.

“But isn't that kind of like a diary? Would you really let me read it?”

But Stephanie just smiled and waved her hand again.

“Honey, you're always the first to read my new drafts. And believe me, they contain even more of my secret fantasies and erotic dreams than that little thing. So I really wouldn't mind if you read it. Besides, we share everything with each other, don't we?"

With that, she reached across the table with a loving smile, and her daughter immediately took her hand.

“Thanks, Mom! That's really cool!”

A happy sparkle appeared in her mother's eyes, and for a while the two just sat silently across from each other, holding hands. Stephanie's thumb repeatedly traced the back of her hand tenderly, caressing it, almost fondling it, and Natalie let her. And as she did, her thoughts wandered. Her mind, which until just a moment ago had been flooded with lust and excitement, slowly returned to reality. And with it, the big question resurfaced in her consciousness. The one that would determine the rest of her life. But she could suddenly sense that the answer had probably always been within her. And that she was perhaps more like her mother than she had ever thought.
She looked up shyly at her again, looked into the eyes of the woman who shared her most secret thoughts and feelings with her, and remembered what she had said to her. She thought about her plan to give herself to her father on his birthday, which unfortunately had never come to fruition, and secretly wondered whether this desire, this longing, had perhaps always been inside her, and she just hadn't realized it.

She had tried to fill this hole in her life with hobbies, friends, the swim team, the spelling club. And yet there had always been a certain emptiness, a void in her heart that needed to be filled. It was as if one last thing was missing that would have made her complete, but had eluded her until now, until this moment. The final insight that would reveal who she really was... what she really was. And now this little voice had awakened within her, whispering incessantly. It was nothing other than the call of her heart. She suddenly realized this. It wanted to make her aware that the missing piece had been found. That she only had to grasp it to fill the void in her heart. And then her life would be complete... fulfilled.

My heart speaks to me. Shouldn't I listen to it? What kind of life would that be, however long it might last, if I didn't listen to the voice of my heart?

Nattie had often experienced a post-orgasmic moment of clarity. But this one was somehow different. It wasn't accompanied by shame or even guilt. Instead, it brought her insight and with it a form of relief she had never experienced before. Because in that moment, she realized that she had been right, in front of the mirror that morning. Natalie Robinson, twelve years old, with friends, family, and a bright future ahead of her, was, despite all that, really just meat waiting to be processed. She had only lacked the will to accept it.
Even as this fundamental realization took hold in her mind, Steph reached for her fingertips again. She looked at her with a wary, almost fearful expression.

“Honey, I can literally see your thoughts racing. What's going on in your head?”

Nattie licked her lips and took a deep breath. Then she gathered all her courage, because she would need it for what she was about to say. It would change her life dramatically.

“Mom, I think you're right when you say we're alike. I... I've thought about it a lot and... To be honest... I think I want to do it.”

Her mother blinked a few times, sat up straighter, and licked her lips nervously. You could literally see her heart pounding in her chest.

“Really? Are you sure?”

“I... I think so.”

Nattie nodded, almost as if to convince herself that she really meant what she said. And even though she still felt a certain amount of uncertainty, she could feel relief spreading deep within her heart. In fact, it almost felt as if a heavy weight had been lifted from her shoulders. As if she had finally realized what had been missing in her life. The realization had found the empty space in her heart, settled in, and completed her in a way. Meanwhile, her mother tilted her head thoughtfully and pursed her lips.

“Well, you've just had an orgasm. So I don't think it's just your arousal talking. Maybe you really mean it.”

The girl nodded again, squeezing her mother's hands tightly. Full of conviction, she said:

“I am. The more I think about it, the more I feel that this is how it should be. I believe it is my destiny. Besides, isn't it every girl's dream to be the center of attention at such a wonderful party and then meet her end at its climax?”

She swallowed, stared into space, leaned back in her chair, and ran her hands over her breasts, her nipples hardening once again. A dreamy expression came over her face as she gently kneaded them between her fingertips.

"I mean, they'll all see me naked, they'll all admire my body and... evaluate my meat. The idea is just so appealing... so exciting.”

With red cheeks, she met her mother's understanding gaze. But at some point, her mother tilted her head thoughtfully and rested her chin on her interlaced fingertips. The expression in her eyes grew serious as she spoke:

“The thing is, my dear, excitement only gets you so far. What you need is conviction, the absolute will to really go through with it once you've decided to do so.”

“I know."

The answer came quickly, and she really meant it. But her mother just shook her head again with a serious expression.

"I hope you know that, because it won't be easy. If you really decide to do this, an agonizing death awaits you. They won't just cut you open and disembowel you. They will also ram a steel spike over two meters long into you until it comes out of your mouth. And then, just when you think the torment couldn't get any worse, they will put you over the coals and roast you alive. You will definitely remain conscious for a few minutes as you rotate over the flames and experience your meat beginning to fry and your fat dripping into the fire."

The words made Natalie's heart beat faster and sent hot flashes of excitement through her lower body. She stared open-mouthed at her mother, who met her gaze with a serious expression. But then, at some point, the girl smiled uncertainly and rolled her eyes.

“Jeez, Mom, that's the smut author in you talking. You'd almost think you want to talk me out of it again.”
For a second, an amused smile played around the corners of her mother's mouth, 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 turning back. Countless guests will be relying on you. And you don't want to embarrass the family, after all. So only agree if you're one hundred percent sure you want to go through with it. Because in the end, you'll be dead.”

With that, she raised her hand and pointed her extended finger at her bare chest.

"Those two delicious little buds you were just kneading so carefully are going to be roasted. Someone will cut them off your body with a sharp knife, spear them on a fork, put them in their mouth, chew and swallow them, just like the rest of you. Nothing will remain of you but a pile of greasy bones. Do you understand?"