Part 11

As with most days Deborah Longford watched the players with appraising eyes. These new ones, she saw, were too innocent to be a problem, meaning the Phillips family. The police officer might be a nuisance if she had to deal with him, but he looked horny enough to be tamable. The football game, as expected, was a complete waste of time and a bore. What drama there was along the sidelines, however, that was worth Deborah’s precious time. A plan began to take shape after Dana expressed interest in the local hero, a very appealing jock named Bart Haskell, and had pointed out her rival for his affections in the form of, what else, a ditzy cheerleader. After Dana spoke of the little deception by the home team, in forging a playbook for the visitors to find and exploit, a concrete strategy had formed in Deborah’s mind. Yes, thought Deborah with the eye of a stage director. This cast will do quite well.

The first item came naturally. Endear herself to the love interest by teasing him with the promise of a virgin sacrifice.

“So tell me, Bart,” said Debbie. “Do you have a lot of kissing experience?”

“Uh… is this a trick question?” Bart looked to Dana, who smiled sheepishly, hoping desperately Debbie was not about to humiliate her.

“Okay,” said Debbie. “So you have limited experience… how would you rate Dana as a kisser?”

Bart looked incredulously at Debbie, to Dana, and back to Debbie…

“Hot?” asked Debbie. “Very hot? Jalapeño hot?”

“Oh,” Bart smiled. “At least Very Hot!”

“Good answer! Okay, I like him, Dana. You have my approval. If you win, Bart, you can have Dana’s cherry. If not, you’ll have to settle for that snarling hag over there…”

The look on Bart Haskell’s face was nothing short of priceless. Deborah could almost see his salivating glands kicking in as she walked away. At the time, there was no fully formed plan. That came later when Dana confided what Bart Haskell had told her about the fake playbook. Deborah excused herself, after Dana went for drinks and slipped in near one of the Obama Osprey observers on the sidelines. She thrust a note into his hand.

“Take this to your coach,” she said. “It’s important.” The black man looked at her quizzically. “If you want to win this game, that is.” Now it was up to him. But she had another task.

As the Sidewinders offensive line watched the Defense on the field, Dana tapped the quarterback on the shoulder.

“Hey!” he said, obviously taken aback and surprised at Deborah’s forthright manner. Oh, yes, thought Deborah taking in his form. He was very much a hottie. Whoever married this guy would hit the genetic lottery.

“I just wanted you to know Dana’s getting spitroasted tomorrow with her mom.”

“No way!” he looked shocked and not a little disappointed. Deborah maintained her concerned expression, though she wanted to laugh.

“Yes,” she continued. “Pity, really. Her dad’s taking her cherry tonight, but she does like you a lot. But I have to tell you, she’ll be in real trouble if she’s not a virgin for her dad.”

“You’re kidding!” said Bart. “I didn’t know her dad was like that…. God… what a jerk!”

“I know! It’s sad, really. But I don’t want her to get into trouble. You know how it is.”

“Yeah… well. Thanks.”

“I knew you’d understand!” Said Deborah. “Besides,” she nodded toward Barbara the Cheerleader. “It’s not as if you have no prospects.”

“Yeah… I guess…”

“Anyway. Nice to meet you, Bart Haskell!”

“You too. Thanks Debbie.”

“For what?”

“Well, for protecting your cousin.”

Deborah gave him her sweetest smile just as the offense was being called back onto the field, and made her way back up into the stands. All there was left to do now was to wait and watch, and see the pieces fall into place.

Deborah looked up in the stands to see Dana pointing things out to Grandmother. Grandmother was only half paying attention, more interested in exploring Dana’s scantily clad flesh with her fingers than the game. Of course, Grandmother was acting on Deborah’s instruction to seduce Dana, not that she needed any encouragement. Grandmother had a dozen nude pictures of Dana in her bedroom taken from the time Dana was eight. Dana had been her favorite for that long, and, to Deborah’s constant displeasure, Grandmother spoke incessantly about her. Dana was also Grandmother’s fantasy. It was also Grandmother’s fantasy to be spitted with her Daughter and Dana. It was just the thing that would get Deborah out of her own spitroasting next week.

That was Grandfather’s rule. He would not spitroast two daughters or two granddaughters in one month, unless, of course, they volunteered. He was quite uncomfortable with the idea of culling Deborah’s mother so soon after Martha. But that was not really his choice. Grandmother had insisted on this weekend and hoped above all hope to have two granddaughters and two daughters go with her. Grandfather couldn’t deny it to her until that choice was taken away from him by Deborah’s father Josh, who had postponed Deborah and her mother’s culling by one week.

It was by the slimmest of margins Deborah had managed to avoid it this weekend. Father already had Mother’s replacement lined up in the form of a client’s daughter, Cassie Bernard. The home-wrecker had planned on attending with Father to watch Deborah and her mother be skewered alive and roasted, which simply would not do! So, Deborah enlisted the unlikeliest of help in the form of Sybil Monroe, granddaughter of none other than Georgia Monroe (who had been, at one point, Grandmother’s illicit lover). Sybil, who’s father was, of course, another Government official, provided the documents and software needed to help her friend Deborah. You see, Cassie Bernard had a very young sister named Tamzin who she loved very much. Putting out a government culling order on Cassie’s sister would not be questioned, but it would be acted upon. You see, The Garden State Elite do not submit to Government Institutions, no, no, no! If, on the rare occasion one of them receives such an order, that young woman is immediately scheduled for a family banquette, to send her out in style. And so it was for young Miss Bernard. Tomorrow, as Grandmother and Aunt Martha roasted in the womb of their family love, so would Miss Bernard two thousand miles back east. Cassie, of course, would attend, and she had, of course, insisted her future husband attend as well! And Father would, under no circumstances, hear of his own flesh and blood going to the spit without his presence… and so Deborah’s culling had been postponed, and so had Mother’s. Mother, of course, would go next week to make room for the new whore, and probably couldn’t be helped. But Deborah swore she’d find a way to help the whore to her own spit very, very soon…

But that was for the future. The task at hand was to get Dana for Grandmother, in more ways than one.

It was when Bart Haskell disappeared off the field that Deborah became worried her plan might fall apart. If Dana managed to find him before the idiot cheerleader did…

But when Deborah found Dana walking around with tears streaming down her face, she knew, it had been all too easy.

“Let’s get her to the hotel,” Deborah suggested, and Grandmother agreed.

Deborah hailed the taxi in which Dana bawled out the story. She’d caught Barbie and Bart (B&B, cute!) having sex in the girls locker room… oh how delicious! Deborah thought. It was better than expected. Bada Bing, Bada Boom! B&B Twice! Deborah would giggle about it in private.

Once at the hotel, it took no time at all to get Dana into the shower, and Grandmother was more than anxious to get naked with her, leaving Deborah free to open Grandmother’s luggage.

Deborah found them right where she’d packed them over a week ago, her favorite toys. They were a pair of F-Phalluses she’d purchased in Amsterdam last July. They looked, as their name suggested, like very oddly shaped “F”s. Made of black tinted silicon, the leg of each F was, in fact, the main phallus like any other phallic toy. It was the two arms that made them different. The longer of the two, unlike a normal F, was the lower arm. It extended six inches, and the upper arm only four. Both arms, and the leg of each one was nearly a full two inches in diameter.. What made them even more unique were the bulbous ends of those arms. The lower arm Deborah inserted vaginally, and the upper, into her rectum. A nob place where the upper arm met the main shaft (or leg) she twisted, and the bulbous tips of both arms expanded, holding the phallus in place, and effectively giving Deborah a stable penis with which to impale anyone she fancied.

They were all the rage in Europe, where, it was said, some Princess commissioned their design so she could dominate her veal, be it male or female. Deborah had hoped she could try that sometime… maybe on one of Cassie’s cousins…

With her nethers filled and secured, The leg of the phallus extended menacingly from under Deborah’s cleft, giving Deborah a feeling of power that tickled her senses like nothing else. With it, she could invade, just like a man! When Grandmother appeared outside the bathroom her eyes went wide.

“My god, Deborah!” said Grandmother. “I promised Martha we wouldn’t rape Dana.”

“We won’t,” said Deborah, forcing lubricant into Grandmother’s anus, and following it with the upper arm of the second F-Phallus. “We’ll make tender sweet love to her and help her get over her heartache with that silly boy…” Deborah turned the nob that expanded the heads of both arms, causing Grandmother to gasp.

When Dana appeared, wrapped demurely in a towel, her eyes went far wider than Grandmother’s had. Deborah approached her and planted a tender kiss on Dana’s lips.

“Why?” Dana asked with a shaky voice.

“We want you,” said Deborah, and she saw Dana melt. All too easy.

Deborah led Dana back to where Grandmother was already reclining, and guided Dana’s hips till her pucker met the tip of Grandmother’s phallus. Again, Dana’s eyes went wide.

“Force yourself to relax,” cooed Deborah. “Just let it in…”

Dana let out a gasp it slid in and she slid down. Grandmother’s hands ran up Dana’s sides lovingly, exploring every inch of her as Debora thrust her own phallus into Dana’s wet, wet folds. Deborah looked down, she could see blood mixing with Dana’s juices, and the former virgin writhing and weeping in her pain and ecstacy…

and Deborah’s own body gushed at the sight…