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My House Now Bitch!	By : JamesRyder Category: +1 through F > Family Guy Views: 12989 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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It was the middle of the day when the door to the Griffin home burst inward with a shove and the entire family looked over from their seats on the couch in front of the TV to see Meg stride in. She was fresh off a 3-month prison sentence for harboring a fugitive and prison had changed her look dramatically.
She looked much more butch dressed in her jeans and a tank top with a red bandanna replacing her signature beanie. Her physique had changed as drastically as her outfit, and she had muscular arms that sported tribal tattoos.
“I’m home,” Meg declared as she stared all of them down before pointing at them all. “You’re all my bitches now!”
“Okay,” Stewie agreed immediately as everyone else struggled to process what was going on.
Meg slammed the door shut and moved to stand in front of the TV, so she had their undivided attention. She continued to stare at them daring any one of them to defy her. She had more than a new look, she had a whole new mentality.
“Meg. You look so… different.” Her mother made the comment sound innocent, but Meg’s mind immediately picked up on the tone of judgment.
Her mother’s constant verbal and emotional abuse towards her through her entire life had been a constant thought these last three months. She had already started working out some plans to pay her back.
“How was prison?” Her brother blurted out the question with his usual lack of tact.
He had never been as bad to her as the others, but she was going to use him in her plan just the same. She hoped he grew to enjoy the role he played in the plot she had cooked up while she was inside, but she also didn’t care if he didn’t.
Right now though, she needed to establish herself as the top dog and there was only one way to do that. With a challenge.
“First question!” Meg barked as she puffed out her chest, balled up her fists, and held her hands at the ready in a strong stance she had learned her first day in. “Who’s the biggest, toughest guy in this house?”
“Well, I don’t like to toot my own horn here,” her fat idiot father piped up completely missing the point, “but I believe I hold the distinction of—”
Before he could finish Meg had grabbed a lamp and smashed him in the head with it. He went limp and fell off the couch. As the rest of the family looked on with horrified expressions Meg laid into her father delivering punch after vicious punch to the head before grabbing him and driving her knee into his face a few times before she dropped repeated hammer fists into his face until he went limp.
Everyone watched with growing fear as Meg dragged her father’s limp corpse by the hair to the stairs. She put his top teeth on the bottom stair before jumping into the air and delivering a stomp to the back of his head breaking all of his front teeth.
“My house now bitch!” She declared as she glared down and stood over his beaten and bloody form. Before she turned a menacing glare back at the rest of her family. “Now who’s the funniest?”
Peter lifted his hand still not understanding what was going on or too concussed to get it. “I know my way around a joke.”
Meg turned on him with unrelentingly vicious kicks. Repeatedly driving her foot into his face and stomping down on his head in equal measure. Peter somehow managed to retain consciousness and grunted with each vicious blow.
“For God’s sake Dad have some humility.” Chris begged his father as he watched Meg try to stomp him into a comma. “It’ll save your life.”
She continued to deliver strike after strike taking out years of pent-up frustration at all the horrible ways he had mistreated her. She also wanted to make sure that the others understood what would happen to them if they dared to defy her. This was her new prison, and she was going to be the biggest toughest bitch in the yard. He finally lost consciousness from her vicious beating, and she smirked.
“There better be beer in the fridge,” she told her father’s unconscious body as she walked out of the living room.
Me opened the fridge and took her father’s entire sixpack of beer before she began to head up to her room to find a place to store her new commissary. On her way through the living room with her new prize she took a moment to kick her father again as he was trying to crawl back to the couch.
“That’s enough Meg,” her mom finally stood up and tried to stare down her daughter. “I’m sure prison was tough, but you can’t treat us like this.”
“Shut the fuck up bitch,” Meg hissed at her, and she put the sixpack down on the stairs. “Unless you really think you can take me.”
“I’m not going to fight you Meg.” Lois rolled her eyes already sick of Meg’s new attitude.
“Of course you’re not,” Meg laughed as she walked right up to her mom and punched her in the gut with a powerful strike driving all the air out of her and dropping her to her knees.
Lois was gasping for air as Meg delivered a rabbit punch to the back of her head and she saw stars as she collapsed on the floor. Meg picked up her limp mother and draped her over the couch. She walked over and grabbed a beer and walked back over to Lois. Chris, Stewie, and Brian had all backed up as far as they could but also couldn’t look away.
Meg looked at the bottle top and saw it was a twist off. She looked over at her mom and decided to teach the bitch a lesson. She undid her mom’s pants and yanked them down along with her panties to her knees. She looked over and saw Stewie look away in disgust, Chris looked horrified, but he was obviously checking out what his sister was doing to his mom, and Brian was trying to shift around so he could get a better look at Lois’s pussy.
“You always like to talk about your buns of steel,” Meg laughed as she put the top of the bottlecap against her mom’s puckered asshole and squeezed her cheeks around the sides of the bottlecap. She twisted and laughed as she heard the pop of the beer opening. “Thanks bitch.”
She let go of her mom’s ass cheeks and as the cap hit the floor she chugged the beer. She stopped half way through the bottle and poured the rest on her father so he came too. His eyes widened as he saw his wife, half naked, draped over the couch, and his kids still in the room. Meg walked back over to Lois and smiled at her dad.
“I bet this bitch could use something bigger and better than your tiny pathetic cock,” Meg mocked her father.
“How would you know what his dick looks like?” Chris blurted out with a weird tone.
“Because the bastard tried to rape me when he was trying to be a redneck!” She shouted at them all. “Now he can watch me rape my cunt of a mother.”
As her father watched in horror, and Chris and Brian watched with curiosity Meg lined the bottle up with her mom’s pussy. Lois started to come to as Meg jammed the entire neck of the bottle into her. She screamed as Meg pushed it in even deeper and Meg laughed.
“I’m glad you came round you fucking slut,” she hissed at her mom before looking right at her father as she pushed in some more of the bottle. “I’d hate for you to miss getting something big jammed in you.”
She saw her father’s spirit break as he listened to Lois’s scream turn to a groan and then to a moan as she got used to the bottle invading her. He was completely emasculated, and she had shown him what dominance really was.
“I’m going to put the rest of MY beer in my room,” Meg told them all with a hard look. “No one takes that battle out of her or I ram it in her ass next after I beat the shit out of all of you.” As she thought of what she was going to do she decided to show a bit of kindness since it would also allow her to punish Brian for snitching on her. “Brian, take Stewie to his room and stay there until I say otherwise.”
Brian looked disappointed but Meg knew he was a coward and would never defy her. As she grabbed her beer and Brian hustled Stewie up the stairs never looking away from Lois’s pussy stuffed with a beer bottle. She also noticed one of Chris’s hands was in his pocket and while he wore a mask of shock she was sure he was touching himself watching this.
She made sure Stewie’s door was shut before she slipped into her room and found a good place to hide her beer. She waited in her room for a few minutes in no mood to rush her takeover of the house.
As Meg walked back downstairs she smiled. Chris had done exactly what she had expected him to do and shifted to a new position where he could see everything, but it was harder to see what his hand in his pocket was up to. Her father was exactly where she had left him staring at Lois who was also exactly as she had left her.
She walked up to her mother and noticed she was clearly awake but also wasn’t moving at all and Meg realized she had already broken her mom. She had thought it would take more pain but then it clicked. It wasn’t the pain or the violation that had broken her judgmental bitch of a birthing chamber. It was the blow to her pride at having it done in front of her family that had crushed her mom’s spirit.
Meg finished yanking her mother’s pants and panties as she began to slowly pull the bottle out before pushing it back in and fucking her with it. She made Lois spread her legs as she continued to work the bottle in and out of her.
“You know something bitch,” she growled at her mom as she heard her pathetic grunts at getting fucked by her daughter. “I don’t think you need to wear clothes anymore.”
She savored the crushed look on her mother’s face as she used a knee to keep the bottle shoved deep in her mother and lifted her torso off the couch. Her father wouldn’t see much until after, but Chris was about to see his mother’s naked tits and her mother knew it.
Meg wasn’t gentle and tore Lois’s button up shirt open sending buttons everywhere before ripping it off of her and tossing it to the side. She let her drop to the couch again and unhooked the back of her bra. She pulled it off of her mother and Lois immediately collapsed back to the couch as it joined her other clothes but that didn’t work for Meg. She wanted her completely humiliated and went back to using one hand to pump the bottle in and out and the other hand grabbed a handful of her mother’s hair pulling her up from the couch.
Lois completely broke at this final humiliation of being exposed to her son as she was raped by her daughter in front of her broken husband. She stopped trying to fight back her moans and simply lost herself in the act of being fucked until she felt her orgasm building. With a moan that drew a tear from peter and a strange look on Chris’s face Lois came.
Meg quickly yanked out the bottle not wanting the pressure to break the bottle. She didn’t give a shit if Loise got hurt but she wasn’t sure how they would explain it at medical. Besides, it was time for another lesson. She tossed the bottle on the couch and grabbed her mother’s throat.
“Did I fucking tell you that you could cum you stupid fucking cow?” She screeched at her mother and punched her right in the pussy making sure her most prominent knuckle connected with her clit. Her mother screamed and Meg ground her fist into her even harder. She punched her three more times before she paused. “I asked you a fucking question bitch.”
“No,” her mom managed to barely get out the word.
“You’re fucking right I didn’t.” Meg barked at her mom as she hauled her into a standing position by the hair and slapped her in the face twice. “You’re a fucking embarrassment so you’ve lost the right to wear clothes in the house until I say otherwise.” Lois simply nodded her ascent. “Now every one else can leave but if anyone tries to snitch me out again I kill you all starting with Stewie.”
Peter struggled to get up and kept his head down as he limped and crawled his way upstairs and Chris took off up the stairs past their father and as she heard his bedroom door slam she was sure if he hadn’t cum yet he was about to. Lois just stood and stared at her like she was waiting for instructions.
“You probably think you got off easy,” Meg whispered to her mother making sure to touch her in every spot that made her shudder, “but I want bacon burgers tonight so enjoy cooking that naked.”
Lois started to cry as Meg walked away to go enjoy another one of her beers.
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