Chapter 9 - Clarifying words

The next day, July 27, the display in the kitchen had shrunk by one notch, just as requested. Natalie now had thirty-five days left until her inevitable end. Thirty-five days that needed to be put to good use, and yet the girl lay lazily in bed that morning, staring at the ceiling and lost in thought. As the middle finger of her right hand drew lazy circles on her small pearl, she remembered yesterday afternoon.

After her earth-shattering and extremely embarrassing orgasm in public, she and her mother had left La Bella Fiorentina rather quickly. Her mom had dragged her along with a broad grin, but thankfully then taken the direct route back to their vehicle. Natties ears had been burning and her knees had been shaking. And yet there had also been this incredible feeling of satisfaction that had made her forget everything else around her. Suddenly, she didn't care about the stares of the others. What else could happen? She had just humiliated herself in the greatest possible way, debased herself, and done so willingly and without coercion. She didn't care what the others thought of her. All that mattered was this one wonderful moment of ecstasy and the satisfied and excited look on her mother's face, which she could feel on her constantly.

After a short trip with the Hover, during which she had tried to compose herself a little and make herself more presentable, they finally reached the After-Harvest, the actual reason for their little excursion. Together with her mother, she carried the four bags into the building and handed them over to the staff at the reception desk. The elderly gentleman who received her clothes thanked them both with a handshake and a hug, and somehow Nattie didn't mind at all that he had briefly let his hand wander to her bare bottom to give it a firm squeeze. He had done it with such a friendly smile and such a loving look that it still gave her a warm feeling in her chest.

She and her mother had spent the evening arm in arm in front of the TV, cuddled up close together and mostly silent. They had watched an old classic movie on the streamer and then both fallen asleep on the couch. It must have been well after midnight when Steph finally woke her up and they staggered upstairs together, sank into the pillows in her parents' bed, and immediately fell back asleep.

The next morning, after a quick breakfast together, Stephanie had gone off to work and Natalie had gone to her room, determined to write to Pete and maybe chat with him a little. However, he had not been reachable so far. And so, she lay there, preoccupied with her own thoughts and daydreaming.
Her thoughts wandered wildly, mostly revolving around the same topic. Her own death, which awaited her in the not-too-distant future. And that was despite the fact that she subconsciously knew that she didn't really want to die. Still, despite everything she had already done, despite the stamp on her right buttock, despite what she had already said to her mother, death was still an abstract concept for her. She wanted her family to eat her. She wanted to be grilled. She wanted to meet her end on a spit. But the idea of no longer existing afterwards still frightened her and had not yet fully made it into her consciousness.

In short, she wanted to die for them, but she didn't want to be dead.

She pondered these confusing thoughts for a long time until a soft beep from her tablet suddenly brought her back to the present. She hastily grabbed it, turned it on, and immediately discovered a message from Peter. However, when she saw the timestamp, her brow furrowed in annoyance.

Damn thing!

Apparently, the house computer had held back the message again for some reason, because the stamp was two hours old.

“Shit... Nexus, clear your memory and restart the communication system!”

“Understood, Nattie,” the mechanical voice sounded from the invisible speaker, and she knew that the system was now shutting down temporarily to comply with her command. Annoyed, she tapped on the tablet and waited until the connection icon reappeared. A minute later, she could finally start reading.

Pete_TheRobster_2330: Hey Nattie, I'm sorry for how I reacted, but the news had been weighing on me for a few days, and when I saw how happy you were about it, I somehow thought for a moment that I didn't mean as much to you as you did to me. Do you understand? Oh, that was stupid of me. I just wanted to say I'm sorry. I hope you're not too mad at me.
Pete_TheRobster_2330: And I wanted to tell you that I'm really looking forward to trying a piece of you, more than one in fact. I'm going to really fill up on you. The party is going to be great and you'll be the absolute highlight. Laura told me that her best friend was roasted a while ago. She was such an erotic sight. I saw pictures, it was just amazing. And I think you'll look even better on the spit.

No sooner had she read the messages than Nattie picked up the tablet with a happy smile and began typing a reply.

NatRob31: Hey, it's so nice to hear from you. I was starting to worry. Of course, you mean the world to me. I love you so much. And I'm glad that you seem to be looking forward to it a little bit now. Because I'm feeling more and more excited myself. I was in town with Mom yesterday and got my official stamp. I'm not really registered, I don't need that for the party, but somehow it makes me feel good. I stand out from the others now, you know? Everyone who sees me knows immediately what I am. And somehow that's exciting.

And it seemed that Pete had been waiting for her to reply the whole time. Because no sooner had she sent her message than his status changed to online.

Pete_TheRobster_2330: Hey!
NatRob31: Hey, do you want to video chat? I'd really like to...
Pete_TheRobster_2330: I can't. Dad wanted to take me to the lake today to look at the barbecue areas. He'll probably call for me any minute now.
NatRob31: Oh, okay…
THE barbecue areas?
Pete_TheRobster_2330: Probably, he has a few others in mind. But I think so. It's really nice there, you'll like it.
NatRob31: I'm looking forward to it.
Pete_TheRobster_2330: You really do, right?
NatRob31: Yes, definitely. I'm lying here in my bed right now, stroking myself, and all I can think about is what they're going to do to me.
Pete_TheRobster_2330: You're weird, but maybe that's why I think you're so cool.
NatRob31: Maybe you're just as weird as I am.
How are you doing now?
Pete_TheRobster_2330: Pretty good, actually. Oh, you mean... with the whole thing?
NatRob31: Yes. You seemed so sad. I was really worried.
Pete_TheRobster_2330: No, it's okay. I talked to Laura. And... a little bit with Dad, too. They're all so excited to see you. They asked me to give you their love and tell you again how grateful they all are to you. But they'll do that themselves at the party. And to be honest, I can't wait to see what you look like on a spit.
NatRob31: I wish I could see myself. It's totally crazy, but I wish I could taste myself. I'd like to know what I taste like.
Pete_TheRobster_2330: Maybe they can cut off a piece of you while you're still alive.
NatRob31: I'll hardly be able to taste it, there'll be a spit sticking out of my mouth.
Pete_TheRobster_2330: Shit, you're right.
NatRob31 Honestly, Pete, and you're starting high school soon?
Pete_TheRobster_2330: Haha… Does your dad know yet?
NatRob31: Not yet. He's coming home today. He's been at a conference in New York for over a week. And Mom hasn't told him anything yet. So, he knows your dad would like me for dinner, but he doesn't know my decision yet.
Pete_TheRobster_2330: And how are you going to tell him?
NatRob31: I'll probably climb naked onto his lap and ride him until he cums inside me. And then I'll whisper in his ear that he just came inside a meat girl.
Pete_TheRobster_2330: For real??
NatRob31: No, I don't know yet. Maybe I'll just show him my stamp.
Pete_TheRobster_2330: Oh yeah, the stamp. How come you're wearing one now after all?
NatRob31: Mom took me into town. We wanted to take my clothes to charity and go for ice cream, and before that she dragged me to Sidney's office, where a friend of hers works. She was a weird person. Well, she thought the stamp would cause me fewer problems. So that everyone can see right away what I am.
Pete_TheRobster_2330: Cool. To be honest, I've always thought they were really hot.
NatRob31: Me too. But it hurt quite a bit.
Pete_TheRobster_2330: They burn it onto your skin, don't they?
NatRob31: Yeah. I kinda feel like a cow.
Pete_TheRobster_2330: Well. In a way...
NatRob31: Haha.
Pete_TheRobster_2330: Oh, damn. Dad's calling. I have to go. Love you. Wanna video chat later?
NatRob31: Sure. See you then.
Pete_TheRobster_2330: See you.
NatRob31: I love you too, Pete.

When Peter's status changed back to offline, Natalie sighed, sank back into the pillow, and pressed the tablet against her bare chest.

I really love him

She reached between her legs, touched her wet pussy, slid a finger inside, and imagined his face as she did so.
And I'm definitely going to give him a gift he'll remember for the rest of his life.
With that, she carefully slid her finger deeper, across her wet, shiny slit and down between her buttocks, where she tenderly touched her butthole.

“It's yours, Pete,” she whispered with her eyes closed as she applied gentle pressure until her fingertip slipped into her tight hole. “No one else will get to enjoy this, just you and then maybe the spit.”