Chapter 8 - La Bella Fiorentina


So Natalie had taken her first big step from girl to meatgirl, and it had been an important one. Because somehow it felt right to distinguish herself in this way from the other people she encountered every day. They should all see what she was. They should know that she was no longer really a human being, no longer a person, but just a piece of meat. An ingredient for an upcoming dish that had not yet been claimed and processed. But everyone should know that she was ready, that she knew what was coming and accepted it joyfully.

Because that's what she was, right? She was still ready and convinced and determined, wasn't she? Natalie's heart was pounding, and for a different reason than just a moment ago, when it had been solely because she was wearing nothing but her sneakers. Now it was hammering in her chest because she suddenly felt doubt, because she was worried, wondering if she had made the right decision. Or whether she was perhaps more than just another grain of sand.

No, damn it. I can't let that happen. No woman who comes along can make me so insecure that I suddenly throw all my decisions out the window

She clenched her fists tightly and marched on behind her mother with her head bowed. Chewing on her lower lip, staring at the ground the whole time.

How would I look if I let mom down like this? I would embarrass myself in front of the whole family. Besides, I want this. It's so exciting, so arousing. I can feel that it's the right thing, that it's what I've always been missing, what I've been waiting for my whole life

Nevertheless, Natalie couldn't stop her knees from shaking. She continued to follow her mother, deliberately keeping a step behind her so that she wouldn't notice how much the earlier conversation was still bothering her. But every time she looked up at her and watched her from behind, she could see that Stephanie was also clenching her fists repeatedly. She, too, seemed unable to let go of the whole thing.

Finally, they reached the La Bella Fiorentina. It was a fine restaurant with cozy seating outside the door, and it seemed to be busy. The parasols were open, people were relaxing in their shade, and waiters were bustling between the tables. Her mother headed purposefully toward the entrance, but just before they reached it, the girl's gaze fell on a group of boys loitering across from the café. They were about her age, maybe a little older, and obviously very interested in her. A few of them pointed at her, laughed, and gave her curious looks. When the oldest one made an overly obvious gesture in her direction, reaching into the air as if to grab her butt and thrusting his hips forward a few times lustfully, as if he were fucking her, Natalie rolled her eyes and looked away. But she also felt her pussy twitch treacherously, because a tiny part of her actually liked being objectified in such a humiliating way by these young boys.

Her mother, who must have been watching the whole thing out of the corner of her eye, protectively put her arm around her shoulders and pulled her toward the entrance of the café.

“Are you okay?”

The girl just nodded, her ears red, and looked around uncertainly once more.

“Mom, are you really sure this is okay?”

She absentmindedly ran her hand over the still-burning scar on her bottom, but her mother just smiled reassuringly.

“Trust me!”

They entered together, and compared to the bright sunshine outside, she was enveloped by a pleasant semi-darkness inside the café. Lively conversations and the clatter of dishes met their ears, and in the background, an Italian aria played softly from the speakers. No sooner had they entered than her mother raised her hand and waved toward the counter.

“Giovanni!”

The owner of the establishment responded immediately. A joyful smile appeared on his gaunt features as he hurried around the counter and approached his regular customer with an eager expression.

“Ah, Miss Robinson! It's good to see you again! Oh!”

But he paused in surprise when his eyes fell on the naked Natalie, who immediately lowered her eyes, her cheeks flushed. The man's gaze wandered briefly over her naked body in a mixture of admiration and indignation, then he turned to her mother with a contrite expression.

“I'm really sorry, Miss Robinson, but we have a strict dress code here...”

“That shouldn't be a problem.”

With that, she grabbed her daughter by the arm and turned her around so that the proprietor could see her freshly branded bottom, which Nattie found extremely embarrassing, despite all her good intentions. But no sooner had she done so than Giovanni's face lit up.

“Ah, I see. Then that's something else, of course.” And then, turning to her daughter, he added with a friendly smile, “Congratulations on your decision, young lady. Society thanks you for your sacrifice.”

“Thank you,” she murmured, shyly averting her gaze. But Giovanni had already turned away again and was now talking to her mother, completely ignoring her as if she were indeed nothing more than part of the interior decor.

“Miss Robinson, the same table as always, I presume?”

“That's right, Giovanni. The nice nook by the window. My daughter and I are going to freshen up a bit; it's so warm out there. Why don't you bring us a cappuccino? We'll order when we're there.”

“Of course.”

After a polite bow, the host withdrew and Stephanie took her daughter by the elbow to pull her along behind her with an unnoticeable smile on her lips. They crossed the extremely busy restaurant, passing countless well-dressed guests, all of whom gave them curious looks as they walked past. Nattie could almost feel their eyes burning holes into her.

“Mom, what are you up to?” she hissed as she let herself be pulled along, but her mother just smiled.

“Psst, trust me.”

Shortly afterwards, they reached the guest toilets. Steph pushed open the door and pulled her daughter inside. She glanced around briefly, but they seemed to be completely alone. Nevertheless, Nat was slowly becoming worried, because her mom never treated her so roughly.

Did I do something wrong?

The thought had barely entered her head when her mother maneuvered her into an empty toilet stall.

“Mom!”

But she didn't get a chance to protest, because she was already being pressed against the wall and a demanding kiss sealed her lips. At the same time, nimble fingers found the wetness between her legs and roughly penetrated her.

“Ahhh... nnnnngg...”

She moaned, but couldn't get a clear word out, because her mother's tongue was already in her mouth again, searching for hers. Full of passion, she began to return the kiss, clinging to her and sinking into a lustful embrace. Stephanie's lips left burning marks on her neck and breasts, and when she suddenly crouched down in front of her and began to press passionate kisses between her thighs, the girl, filled with lust, put one foot on the toilet seat and stretched her lap toward her. With her eyes narrowed, she threw her head back and buried her fingers in her mother's blonde hair.

“Oh God, Mom, yes...”

But just as she began to hope that she was about to experience her liberating orgasm, her lover suddenly paused and looked up at her with a smile. In an almost desperate voice, the little girl whimpered:

“Oh, please! Don't stop, Mom! I'm so close.”

Her lips pressed tightly against her bare pubic mound, her mother winked cheekily and whispered as she reached into her pocket:

“I know. And I want to make sure it gets even better.”

And with that, she presented her with a small, round, pink object on her fingertips. Natalie raised her eyebrows in surprise.

“What is that? Is that the thing Chloe gave you?”

“That's right. That, my dear, is a vibrating egg, and an intense version at that. And you're going to wear it now.”

Nattie already felt her arousal skyrocket to unprecedented heights. And yet there was also a hint of fear in her. Fear and uncertainty, because even though she had no experience with this type of toy herself, she knew how they worked. And the idea of completely surrendering herself to such a device, in public no less, filled her with panic.

“What? Why?”

“Because I say so, and because I don't think you've had nearly enough fun yet. Let yourself be surprised, sweetheart.”

With that, Steph reached between her legs and spread her labia with two fingers. Unconsciously, her daughter helped her, even though her hands were trembling, and pulled her pussy wide open to reveal her pink insides. Stephanie took the egg in her mouth and gave it a good wetting, then licked her child's spread slit once more with relish, giving her goose bumps all over her body.

“Oh God, Mom!”

But the older woman didn't reply. She just pushed the egg deep into her little daughter's expectantly open pussy with a twinkle of excitement in her eyes. It had already disappeared completely into her and she used a finger to make sure it was really deep inside her. Natalie let out a long moan, but it was less because of the foreign object penetrating her and more because of her mother's finger, which, of course, couldn't resist stroking her hard little pearl one last time.

Then she took a few deep breaths and waited eagerly. She bit her lip excitedly, but nothing happened. Eventually, she dared to open one eye and gave her mother a confused look.

“It's not doing anything.”

With a quiet snort, Stephanie opened the stall door, took her hand, and pulled her along.

“Not yet. Now come on, our cappuccinos are waiting. And be careful not to lose it.”

But before they reached the door, Nat stopped again and pointed to the sinks, looking a little embarrassed.

“Mom, I'm soaking wet.”

Steph paused, then nodded understandingly.

“Oh yeah, you’re right. We really should freshen up a bit. Hygiene is everything.”

So they both washed their hands. Then Stephanie grabbed some paper towels and gently began to dab her daughter’s pubic area. As she cleaned her thighs of the evidence of her arousal, the little girl asked a quiet question.

“Mom, what do you mean by ‘intense version’?”

Stephanie smiled.

“The egg Chloe gave me isn't exactly designed for kids. It's more geared toward the extreme BDSM scene, for women who are into pretty intense experiences. The vibrations are many times stronger than the in the ones you can buy at Toy's n' more.”

Natalie swallowed and bit her lip excitedly. Then her mother gave her one last tender kiss on her pubic mound and asked,

“Better?”

But Nat just rolled her eyes in frustration, which elicited an amused snort from Steph.

“Not really!”

“Don't worry. Have you thought about what you want?”

The quick-witted reply came immediately.

“You mean besides an orgasm?”

Stephanie's bright laughter echoed off the walls. As she reached for the door handle, she shook her head in amusement.

“You naughty little thing.”

“You're one to talk,” her daughter muttered sarcastically, but then shrugged her shoulders and sighed. She suspected that her mother deeply enjoyed torturing her in this way. It wasn't the first time she had done something like this to her, although it had never been done so shamelessly in public before. But that's why she knew that in the end, an even more satisfying redemption would await her. Because her mom would never let her down, she knew that with absolute certainty. So she finally muttered:

“A strawberry sundae. A large one!”

“Good choice.”

With that, the two left the bathroom and her mother made her way straight back to her seat. This time, she let her daughter go alone, and she followed close behind. Because secretly, of course, she was still glad she wasn't alone. On the way back, she could feel countless eyes on her. So she hurried to catch up with her mom, who was striding briskly across the restaurant until they reached their regular spot. A small, cozy nook right by the window, overlooking the forecourt. When the girl then discovered a small towel on the bench, which Giovanni must have placed there in wise foresight, she didn't know whether she should sink into the ground in shame or simply be grateful to the man. However, she opted for the latter and took a seat opposite her mother. It took less than a minute for the host to return to their table, once again with an eager expression and a polite smile on his lips.

“Miss Robinson, it is always a pleasure to welcome you to our humble establishment. And today with your charming daughter, who, by the way, is a real feast for the eyes, if I may say so.”

Natalie could only lower her gaze with red cheeks and nod shyly. It was an unfamiliar feeling to sit with the foreign object in her pussy, and she found it difficult to concentrate. Her mother, on the other hand, gave her host a beaming smile.

“Thank you, Giovanni. It's always nice to be here.”

“Have you already chosen?”

"Yes, I'd like a large iced coffee with an extra scoop of vanilla ice cream. What about you, Nattie?"

As she spoke, Stephanie slid her hand under the table, but her daughter didn't notice, too focused on her own confusing feelings. She tried with all her might to focus and looked up at Giovanni.

“A large strawberry... aaahhh...”

A sudden, piercing vibration accompanied by a soft hum made her pussy tremble and her fist clench on the table. Nattie narrowed her eyes and bit her lip. Unfortunately, she couldn't prevent an excited moan from escaping her throat, which immediately made her cheeks flush. She didn't notice the confused look the host gave her mother, but Steph just shook her head silently, gestured for him to ignore it, and smiled quietly to herself. Meanwhile, her daughter tried with all her might to pull herself together and refocus, shooting lightning bolts with her eyes in her mom's direction.

“A large... strawberry sundae, please!” she said in a strained voice, and then felt the vibration stop as suddenly as it had begun.

“Of course, coming right up.”

Giovanni had barely taken a few steps away when she shot her mother a burning look she had never given her before.

“Mom, what was that about?”

“I don't know what you're talking about,” her mother replied innocently, but Natalie just clenched her fists on the table and continued to glare at her.

“Mom!”

Finally, Stephanie pursed her lips in amusement, leaned back a little, and folded her hands on her stomach.
“Sweetie, I have the remote control in my pocket. I control your pleasure.”

Her daughter's face contorted into a desperate grimace. Almost panicked, she bit her lower lip and looked around, her gaze darting over all the guests, some of whom had certainly noticed her little outburst just now.

“Oh my God, you can't do that when. . . when. . .”

“When what, sweetie? When someone sees you?” With a cheeky smile, her mother shrugged her shoulders. “Darling, you're stark naked and you have a stamp on your ass that marks you as meat.”

She folded her hands on the table and looked at her daughter with an intense gaze.

"Why do you think Giovanni suddenly didn't mind you coming into the restaurant dressed so lightly? As soon as he saw the stamp, he no longer regarded you as a human being, but only as a thing, an object, no more human than the apron he wipes his fingers on, or perhaps the pug under the table over there. Do you think anyone would be bothered if you had an orgasm right in front of them? They probably wouldn't pay any more attention to it than if one of the waiters here dropped a few plates. They might even applaud."

Natalie gasped. The words sounded cold and harsh, but they also sent a warm shiver of excitement through her body. With an uncertain glance at the little dog under the neighboring table, to which her mother had just compared her and which was now panting excitedly and scratching its ear, she thought:

Isn't that exactly what I wanted?

And her mother seemed to sense what she was feeling, because a knowing smile played around her lips. Nevertheless, there was still a small part of her that wanted to protest a little, if only on principle.

“What if it bothers me?”

But her mother just snorted softly and raised an eyebrow in disbelief.

“Oh, suddenly your needs matter to you again? I thought you were just meat now.”

“Mom... Moooom!”

Once again, the girl's whole body tensed as the egg began to vibrate inside her. Flashes of excitement made her bite her lip and claw at the tablecloth. She hadn't even noticed how her mother had slipped her hand under the table again. But apparently she was having a lot of fun torturing her in this way and surprising her again and again. Her following words and the look she gave her confirmed this suspicion.

“God, you look so beautiful when you squirm around like that.”

When the egg stopped working after a few seconds and she could breathe again, Natalie finally managed to come up with a response.

“Oh, Mom. You're killing me.”

The answer wasn't long in coming.

“Not yet. But soon. I promise you that. I'm still enjoying this too much.”

Nattie grinned sourly and rolled her eyes. But then she sank back with a quiet sigh and wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand. She was extremely uncomfortable with the fact that she was making such a disheveled impression in public, and it wasn't even about her nakedness. She just knew that in the eyes of the other guests, she must have looked like a bitch in heat, panting for a relieving climax. Everyone must have been able to see how aroused she was, there was no doubt about that. That's why she was glad when her mother finally folded her hands on the table again and rested her elbows on it. Because that meant the remote control wasn't in her fingers at that moment. And so she was able to relax for a moment. But it wasn't long before her voice rang out again, this time with a much more serious tone.

“Honey, I think I need to apologize to you.”

Confused, her daughter looked up.

“For what? For... the egg?”

But Stephanie just waved her hand and stared sheepishly at the white tablecloth. Noticeably uncertain, she fiddled with a napkin and said quietly:

"No, for Chloe. I don't know what's wrong with her. Somehow..."

But then Natalie raised her hand and waved her off.

“Mom, it's okay.”

Surprised, the older woman looked up and searched her gaze with a worried frown.

“Are you sure?”

Nattie nodded again, folded her arms on the table, and avoided her gaze. She had been thinking about it all the way from the registration office to the restaurant and had come to an astonishing realization that she now wanted to share with her.

“Yes, and to be honest, I think I'm even a little grateful to her for offering me a different perspective.”

She rested her chin on her fist and stared ahead with a bitter smile.

“So far, everyone who has seen me, including the girls earlier, has only congratulated me. And Giovanni just did the same thing, as if it were the only thing I'm good for and they're all happy that I've finally realized it.”

Her mother's jaw dropped to the floor. With a horrified look, she reached across the table, grabbed her hand, and shook her head.

“Honey, no... You mustn't see it that way.”

But Nat raised her hand reassuringly and waved her off.

“Mom, it's okay. I know what I'm capable of. I know what I'm good at. I know I have great potential to achieve a lot. But still, there's this part of me, deep in my heart, that knows this is the right thing to do. I feel the call, you know? And this mark I now bear is like confirmation that I made the right decision.”

She shrugged and chewed on her lower lip for a moment. Of course, she knew she was capable of much more than just ending up on a plate and feeding a few people for a while. She had the school reports and swimming trophies at home to prove it. She had friends who would vehemently defend her and loved ones who would protect her. So she continued:

“It's really nice to hear that there are people who believe I could be destined for greater things and actually have something to offer to the world. And I believe that too, but it doesn't change my mind.”

God... I hope I'm right

Her mother was still staring at her with an open mouth. You could see that she had countless things on her mind, but she just couldn't find the right words. At that moment, Giovanni returned to their table with a tray in his hand, carrying their order, and the sight of it made Natalie's mouth water.

“So, one iced coffee with extra vanilla ice cream and one Strawberry Dream. Enjoy your meal.”

“Thank you,” Stephanie murmured absentmindedly. If the man noticed that she seemed a little at a loss for words, he didn't react to it. He just nodded to them both again in a friendly manner and then turned away to take care of his other guests.
Nattie wasted no time, grabbed her spoon, and enthusiastically dug into her ice cream, which actually tasted delicious. Meanwhile, her mother stirred her coffee with a somewhat gloomy expression and seemed to be avoiding her gaze. Secretly, her daughter felt sorry to see her like this. She certainly hadn't wanted to spoil her fun after she had been in such a good mood up to that point. She almost wished she would reach under the table again and activate the egg. But then it would have been almost impossible for her to enjoy her ice cream in peace, so she decided to try to distract her instead.

“Is it okay if I ask you something else? About Chloe.”

Steph visibly pulled herself together and put on a fake smile.

“Of course.”

But despite this assurance, Nattie hesitated for a moment, because even though she slept with her and they had almost no secrets from each other, the following question was not easy for her to ask, because it invaded her mother's privacy quite deeply. But in the end, she did it anyway, because what did she have to lose?

“You kissed her earlier. Do you have feelings for her?”

In fact, her mom didn't seem to take offense at her question at all. For a moment, something like a dreamy smile even formed around her lips as she took a sip of her iced coffee. Finally, she sighed and shrugged her shoulders.
“I love her very much. But if you're asking if I 'm in love with her, then no, at least not in that way.”

The next question came naturally, especially after she noticed that her mother didn't seem to hold her curiosity against her.

“Were you guys dating?”

Steph tilted her head thoughtfully.

“Not exactly. We were intimate, but not a real couple. Not really, at least, I don’t think...” Her gaze drifted into the distance for a moment, and that smile played around her lips again, as if she were lost in fond memories. “My God, that was so long ago. We were young back then.”

A little embarrassed, Nattie poked at her ice cream sundae and then looked up at her shyly.

“I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you. It just looked like...”

But her mother waved her off and laughed softly.

“No, don't worry about it.”

“Does Dad know about her?”

Steph pursed her lips, reached across the table, and placed her hand reassuringly on Natalie's fingers.

“Of course. He knows that I'm still in touch with her, and he also knows how close we were back in school. I have absolutely no secrets from your father, and he has none from me.”

“So it's really just a friendship between you two, not like with Dad and Carina?”

No sooner had the words left her mouth than Natalie wanted to bite her tongue. Because in doing so, she had actually broken an unspoken rule. Namely, never to mention her father's assistant. Not that this rule had ever been established by her mother or even her father. Rather, she had forbidden herself to ever mention Carina in this way. Because she feared that the fact that her father had a girlfriend outside the family might upset her mother. Yet she actually liked Carina very much.

Carina Jones was a 22-year-old student who helped her father in his office several days a week to earn a little extra money. The two had become friends quite quickly, and as it turned out, when Nattie once surprised her dad with a visit to the office, they had a lot of fun together. At least, that was the impression she got while secretly watching through the crack in the door as her dad fucked the pretty young woman on his desk to climax.

Nat didn't hide the fact that she had been watching them. However, her father refused to discuss the matter with his then eleven-year-old daughter and only joked about it a little. That's why she had promised herself never to mention it to her mother, because she didn't know to what extent the two of them had perhaps agreed on it between themselves. Now, however, here and now in Café La Bella Fiorentina, her mother gave her a surprised look and laughed softly.

“Oh, you know about the thing between your father and Carina? Since when?”

With red cheeks, she avoided her questioning gaze and bit her lip.

“Sorry, Mom. But I think I've known since... well, almost from the start.”

But to her surprise and relief, a broad smile immediately appeared on her mother's lips.

“We really can't keep any secrets from you, can we? Well, if you already know. Yes, what Chloe and I have is really just friendship. What your dad and his assistant have is considerably more intimate."

Natalie breathed a sigh of relief. In fact, a weight was lifted from her shoulders. Knowing about her father's little affair had always weighed on her a little. Even though she had always believed that he would never act behind her mother's back. Open relationships of this kind were commonplace in a society as highly sexualized as theirs. However, a basic prerequisite for such a relationship, as her parents apparently had, was openness and honesty, and these were qualities that they had always exemplified.

“But you're not jealous of her, are you?”

Almost startled, her mother replied:

“Of Carina? Good heavens, no. She's a wonderful girl and she's a great help to your father. If I were jealous of their relationship, I certainly wouldn't have invited her to our last Christmas celebration, would I?”

Nattie smiled to herself and shook her head. In fact, she had really enjoyed the party. It was also the first time she had had the opportunity to exchange a few words with Carina. And to her great delight, she discovered that they shared a certain preference, namely for heavy metal music.

“Were you worried about that?”

The little girl looked up uncertainly, bit her lip, and nodded. But her mother just squeezed her hand reassuringly.

“Oh, dear, if only you had talked to me. I even suggested to your father at the time that he have a little fun with Carina. I happened to know that she was totally into him, so I brought the two of them together. With your dad traveling so much, I figured he might be missing a little physical intimacy. Nights in hotel rooms can get pretty lonely, and rather than him turning to some prostitute, I'd rather have a girl I know and even like keep him company at night."

Her mother's words lifted Natalie's spirits. A relieved smile returned to her lips, and she no longer felt inhibited about asking further questions.

“So she's with him at the moment? In New York?”

"Yes, she's assisting him and helping him relax a little after his meetings. I just texted with her this morning. They both send their love."

Nattie beamed. She was actually overjoyed to hear that her father wasn't alone the whole time he was away. It had seemed like an eternity to her, but it was only nine days in total. He had been away for even longer in the past; it was just part of his job. She continued to scoop her ice cream, which was now half melted, and after a while she said thoughtfully:

“When I first heard about open relationships in social studies a few years ago, I couldn't imagine it at first. But now...”

She just shrugged and her mother smiled understandingly.

“Well, it's only natural that your views change over time, especially now that you're slowly growing up.”
But despite the well-meaning words Stephanie had uttered in an innocent tone, her daughter looked up with raised eyebrows and gave her a sour smile.

“Well, that's not going to happen anymore.”

With a horrified expression, Stephanie bit her lip and hung her head.

“I'm sorry.”

But Nat didn't respond. She just continued to silently finish her ice cream sundae and stared ahead.

How many more times will this happen? How often will we casually talk about my future, even though I'll be dead in a few days?

A furtive glance showed her that her mother must be having similar thoughts. She had her chin resting on her fist, chewing on her cheek and staring into the large dining room with a frown. But her gaze was fixed on nothing in particular and her thoughts seemed to be far away. They were both silent for quite some time. Nattie listened to the soft Italian folk songs coming from the loudspeaker. While she was still lost in thought, listening to Dean Martin's version of Volare, her mother's voice suddenly reached her ears again.

“How do you feel?”

Her daughter pushed her ice cream sundae away and wiped her mouth with her napkin. Then she leaned back and shrugged her shoulders.

“Depends what you mean.”

Thoughtfully, she licked her lips, watching the couple with the dog at the next table talking quietly to each other, and sighed silently.

"If you're talking about the general situation, i.e the fact that I don't have long to live, then I'm doing quite well. I'm slowly coming to terms with the idea and looking forward to getting as much out of my last days as I can."

Then she smiled, shifted a little uneasily in her seat, still feeling the vibrating egg in her pussy, and rolled her eyes in exasperation.

“If you mean how I feel right now, sitting here naked with you in this posh place, surrounded by people in fancy outfits and with this thing in my cunt, then I have to say I’m incredibly frustrated.”

Stephanie laughed, covered her mouth with her hand, and stared out the window, amused. And, secretly, her daughter was overjoyed to see her like this. Because she had chosen her words carefully, especially the rather crude expression for her pussy. She wanted to pull her mother out of the dark thoughts she knew were plaguing her. And apparently, she had succeeded, because when her mom turned back to her, there was a mischievous twinkle in her eyes again, just as she was used to seeing.

“But I hope there's a little part of you that enjoys it, too, right?”

Natalie looked away, but couldn't stop her cheeks from turning red. She tried desperately to hide her smile, but her mother obviously noticed, because her own grin grew wider and wider.

“I knew it, deep down you're just like me. And you can't imagine how happy that makes me, my little girl.”

And when she heard that, her daughter sighed, shrugged her shoulders, and nodded in understanding.

“Okay, you're right, I admit it. Part of me really likes this. And not just because I... Oh my God, Mom!”

Once again, she was completely unprepared when the small vibrator inside her came to life. And this time, her mother held the button down for quite a while, causing the girl to squirm in her chair, bury her head in her hands, and whimper quietly to herself. In fact, the sensations were so intense that she almost feared she would actually be overwhelmed by her orgasm right here and now in front of all the people gathered. And she knew exactly what would happen if she was stimulated like this; the towel on the seat would definitely not be enough So, almost desperately, she stretched her hands across the table, stared open-mouthed at her lover, who was tormenting her so deliciously at that moment, and gasped:

“Mom, please...”

“What?”

“Oh God! ... hnnnn...”

While Natalie continued to squirm in her seat, gritting her teeth to keep from coming, her mother leaned back, one hand still in her lap, and looked around amusedly. Several pairs of eyes were already fixed on her daughter, including those of the couple at the next table. The man watched her with excitement, while his girlfriend's eyes showed something close to sympathy. Stephanie nodded at them with a smile and then turned back to her child, who was still twitching and whimpering quietly, her forehead almost pressed against the tablecloth.

“But back to your stamp,” she finally began. “You are now officially branded as Meatgirl. Everyone can see what you are. Everyone knows that you are just waiting to be slaughtered. And that arouses fantasies and certain ideas in some people.”

Only when she had finished the sentence did she finally take her thumb off the little button and watch as her daughter slumped helplessly. For a while, Natalie twitched, clenched her fists on the table, and buried her fingers in her hair. Only after a while did she manage to sit up with a groan, brush a few blonde strands from her forehead, and take a deep breath. Then she gave her mother a burning look.

“You're cruel, Mom.”

But her mother just kept looking at her, with an imperceptible smile, waiting for an answer. And finally, after a good minute in which her daughter tried to calm her heartbeat a little, she nodded.

“Okay, what do you mean?”

“I want you to be especially careful from now on,” Steph replied with a serious look. "Especially when you're out on your own. I don't want you straying too far from your usual routes. Do you understand me? When you're in town, stay in the pedestrian zones or in the parks. Don't go into the alleys and, above all, don't go to the lower city, to D-Town."

Nattie frowned as she met her mother's gaze and tilted her head. Then she glanced around briefly and lowered her voice so that no one else could hear her words.

“Mom, I never hang out in the Dolcett neighborhood, I'm way too attached to my... Shit...”

Suddenly, she bit her lip and looked away.

Damn, damn, damn

Now it had happened to her. As if it were the most natural thing in the world, she had spoken the truth. She was attached to her life; she didn't want to die. And yet here she sat, branded as meat, ready to throw her life away for a little party, a barbecue, with herself as the main course. Just so that a few people could go home feeling good and with full stomachs. A quick glance at her mother showed her that horror was written in her eyes too. Full of compassion, she reached out her hands to her.

“Darling...”

But Natalie pulled her hand back and crossed her arms over her chest. With a bitter expression, she stared to the side and chewed on her lip. Steph swallowed hard and suddenly her voice was quiet, almost inaudible:

“Nattie... if you've changed your mind...”

But her daughter shook her head again, pressed her lips tightly together, and blinked a few times.

“No... it's okay. Can we please pretend I didn't just say that?”

She didn't want to talk about it now. She didn't want to worry about it at all. Because if she did, she might actually change her mind. Despite everything that had happened today, or perhaps because of everything that had happened today, she felt doubt bubbling up deep inside her. And she didn't want to doubt, she wanted to be strong, she wanted to keep her word, she wanted to do George and Laura this favor. Because she loved them both, because they weren't just any people, they were her family. And because her sacrifice meant the world to them.
More than my life.

“Are you sure?”

Stephanie's voice was just a hoarse whisper, and was that really a moist glint in her eyes? The lump in her daughter's throat grew increasingly scratchy, and she struggled to swallow it down.

“Yes,” she cleared her throat a few times, then shook her head and continued in a strained voice. “You said I should take care of myself.”

But her mother seemed to find it difficult to get back to the subject. She swallowed a few times, wrung her hands, and nervously licked her lips. But finally, she visibly pulled herself together and cleared her throat as well.

“Yes... um... what I wanted to say was that I know you're planning to experiment and make your life exciting in the short time you have left...” She swallowed hard again, blinked a few times, and looked away. "...I just want you to be aware that the world isn't all sunshine and roses. Even with the stamp, you have to take care of yourself. There aren't only good people out there."

Natalie nodded and followed Giovanni with her gaze for a while as he wandered excitedly between a few tables. But she wasn't really looking, her mother's words still echoing in her head.

“You don't have to worry about me, Mom. I'm not a little kid anymore.”

“I know,” replied her mother, her voice trembling so much that Nat looked up at her in alarm. “But I already lost a sister at a snuff party. I don’t want my daughter to become a toy for the Necro crowd. They would give anything for a hot little thing like you.”

At these words, Nat's heart pounded in her chest. Of course, she had heard about the dark corners of the city, the clubs that weren't talked about in public, the everyday life of the D-Towns, the so-called Dolcett districts of the big cities, where a human life wasn't really worth much. Especially not if it was a woman's. Nevertheless, she asked, probably to encourage her mother to continue talking, because she was threatening to sink back into her dark thoughts:

“The Necro crowd?”

Her counterpart nodded, put her hands in her lap, and took a deep breath. Then she shrugged her shoulders and said:

"In our world, every fetish is catered to, sweetheart. And the black market helps with the darker ones. Let's put it this way, not every girl who loses her life at a snuff party or in a sleazy little butcher's shop ends up straight in the counter or is disposed of by the cleanup crews. Some make a stopover at a... different kind of party."

“You mean like in Bitchsplitter?”

Stephanie raised her hands to her face, groaned softly, and shook her head in self-loathing.

“Oh God, I should never have let you read that book.”

Bitchsplitter was one of the few flops by the great erotic author. The reviews had almost unanimously torn it apart because, in this one case, she had failed to strike a balance between romance, gentle sex, and violence. Instead, it had turned into quite a bloodbath, with the main character being brutally dismembered over fifty pages at the end. Natalie just shook her head in amusement at her mother's reaction.

“Well, it wasn't exactly my favorite book of yours, but the part with the band saw at the end, that wasn't baaaaaaaaaaaaaaad... MOM!”

“Sorry.”

Nattie growled and clenched her fist on the table as she glared at her mother. Her mother had pressed the button once again with full force, catching her off guard and making her jump. Even though the girl suspected that this time she had only done it to silence her. On the one hand, she probably didn't want to be reminded of this unsuccessful early work, and on the other hand, she probably didn't want to discuss the overly brutal ending of the book in her favorite restaurant.

For a few moments, the little girl gasped for air, reached between her legs, and felt wetness on her fingertips. The towel was now completely soaked. She didn't even want to know what the seat looked like underneath. But after a while, she managed to refocus on the actual topic. So she put on a reassuring expression and said:

“Don't worry, Mom, I'll take care of myself.”

Her mother nodded silently, blinked a few times, and then whispered:

“Thank you, sweetheart, because... if I'm going to lose you, at least it should be the way you want it to be.”
The tone in which her mother spoke only made the lump in her throat worse. But she didn't get a chance to reply, because at that moment Giovanni approached the table again.

“Did the two ladies enjoy their meal?”

“Yes, it was fantastic,” Natalie replied this time, giving him a friendly smile.

“I'm really glad to hear that. Is there anything else I can do for you?”

“No, thank you, Giovanni. We'll be leaving soon,” her mother said, now seeming to have regained control. “Just send the bill to the usual address... the same goes for the dry cleaning.”

The head waiter blinked in confusion for a moment, but then he seemed to understand, glanced quickly at Natalie, and smiled.

“But of course, Miss Robinson. It was my pleasure, as always.”

The two watched Giovanni as he slowly walked away. Then, at some point, Nattie's voice broke the silence. And she asked the question that had been on her mind for a while.

“Does Dad know?”

But her mother immediately shook her head.

“No, neither he nor Carina. Of course, he knows about his brother's wish, but he doesn't know yet that you said yes. I didn't want to tell him that over the VidPhone. Something like that has to be done face to face.”
The girl nodded.

“He'll be back tomorrow, right?”

“Yes.”

A smile formed on her lips. And it was accompanied by a warm feeling in her chest, anticipation of finally seeing her father again. He had been gone for almost a week and a half now. She missed him terribly.

“I can't wait to see his face when I show him the stamp.”

Her mother laughed quietly to herself.

“Be prepared for him to go a little rough on you after you showed him.”

Nattie looked at her in surprise, her already tormented pussy twitching with anticipation, but her mother just nodded and continued.

“That look, branded meat, has always turned him on. In fact, I wore one of those things for him for a while.”

“Really?”

Her astonished exclamation made her mother smile.

“You're not the first girl who wants the meatgirl experience.”

“Did Chloe help you with that too?”

“No, that was much earlier. Relatively soon after I met your dad. My father gave me the stamp.”

“Grandfather? Wow.”

Parker Robinson had been a respected butcher in the area, specializing in girl meat. Natalie secretly regretted never having had the chance to meet him. Instead, she had only heard countless stories about him and, more recently, learned a few things about him from her mother's Digi-Sketch.

“I wish I could have met him...”

“He would have adored you.”

The answer came without hesitation and with a trembling voice. And when she met her mother's gaze, she saw tears glistening in her eyes. The sight made her chest tighten.

“I love you, Mom.”

Stephanie secretly wiped a tear from her cheek and reached for her hand.

“Oh, Nattie, I love you too.”

But this was the moment when the words that had eluded her earlier finally came to her. Now they were there, and Nat didn't hesitate for a second to say them.

“No, I really mean it. I love you, Mom! So much! You've always been by my side, always stood by me. Not just today, but my whole life. And now you're supporting me on my final journey. I don't know what I would do without you.”

“Oh sweetie…”

With tears glistening in her eyes, her mother raised her hands to her lips and kissed them tenderly. Then she closed her fingers around hers and gently opened her hand, and Natalie felt a small round object fall into her palm. When she looked down at it, she knew immediately what it was.

“Is that... the remote control?”

A silent nod was the answer. Gratefully, the girl clasped the small pink device in her fist. She knew what she had to do. It wasn't just what she had been longing for for hours, it was also what her mother wanted to see now, and that was even more important. Because this wasn't about her. It wasn't about her shame, not about what she wanted. It was about making others happy. That was all that mattered in her life now. And so she leaned back, opened her legs a little, closed her eyes, placed her hands in her lap, and pressed the button.

Immediately, the egg inside her came to life. She clenched her teeth, opened her eyes wide, and gasped. The excited sparkle had returned to her mother's eyes, and suddenly she raised her hand and gently circled her thumb. Confused, her daughter looked down at the remote control and realized that it wasn't just a button, but a dial that she could use to control the intensity of her pleasure. With her heart pounding, she placed her thumb on the small dial and turned it all the way up. And in that moment, she realized how merciful her mother had actually been up to that point. The humming immediately became louder, now clearly audible, and the vibrations made her clitoris literally tremble. Nat immediately lost control of her body; it was as if she had been strapped to an electric chair. She trembled in her seat, threw her head back, and gasped loudly. All the guests turned their heads toward them. Giovanni behind the bar paused in his work and looked over at her, a dirty grin on his lips. Nattie's toes curled in her hated shoes and her fists drummed on the seat as the long-awaited and liberating orgasm swept over her young body with all its might, making her cry out loud and unrestrained.

“Ha... Haaaa... Nnnnghhhhh... HNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGG... AAAAAAAAAAAAH.”