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Meg in a Refrigerator	By : ShadowProc213 Category: +1 through F > Family Guy Views: 19539 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's Note: This chapter contains both implications of, and vivid descriptions of, incest. Chances are good that if you're a fan of "Family Guy", then you're no stranger to incestuous comedy. If, on the off chance, incest offends you, then you can go along to the next chapter, which is much more about the violence and gore that this story thrives on. You will not be judged. We'll even include a synopsis on what you missed.
Driving down a New England road through the slowly fading light would have made for a very romantic scene. Kaden and Meg, however, were not in the midst of anything romantic. They were on their way to the Pewterschmidt estate, to see Meg's resentful crone of a mother.
"What are your grandparents like? I've heard plenty about your mother, but are her parents okay, at least?" Kaden asked.
"Grandma Babs is nice enough. She always offered to buy me plastic surgery. I never took it. Especially after that situation with Jimmy Fallon." Meg said, letting out a little smile. "But Carter Pewterschmidt is a certifiable asshole."
"Jimmy Fallon? What the-- Never mind." Kaden shook his head, trying to get the thought of a second-rate comedian out of his head. "Did you just say Pewterschmidt? As in 'Pewterschmidt Industries'?"
"Yeah, that's the guy." Meg explained, "He offered my dad a million dollars not to marry my mom. Is he important?"
"I don't know yet." Kaden admitted, perking up. "I guess we'll find out."
-Several Hours Later-
Meg and Kaden drove right up to the front gate of the Pewterschmidt estate.
The security guard shined a flashlight into the car. "Who are you?" He demanded of Kaden, then eased up when he saw Meg. "Oh, he's your valet. I'll open the gate, Ms. Griffin."
Kaden raised an eyebrow at the implication, but they drove in toward the main building. The whole place was set up like a big meadow, filled with fruit trees, and a massive three-story house at the center. They both got out, dressed in clothes nicer than most of what Meg was used to. Ringing the bell at the front door was followed by a window of waiting for just over three minutes.
"How many maids and butlers are there?" Kaden asked as they were waiting.
"Almost none. Carter fired most of the staff after a maid seduced Chris. And Peter nailed Babs..." Meg explained. "They mostly just borrow servants from their neighbors, I think."
Barbara, a lovely sixty-five year old woman, whose body must have stopped aging at thirty, except for that gleaming silver hair, answered the door in a tight-fitting red dress. "Well, hello." She eagerly hugged both of them. "Are you Meg's driver, or...?"
"He's my fiance, grandma." Meg answered, pointing at her jeweled collar.
"Well, that's just perfect. My granddaughter has decided to let herself be enslaved to a negro." Carter announced from behind his wife, sitting back on a recliner. "Feel like sticking around for dinner, son?" Carter asked. There was plenty of ire in the request, and in a few minutes, Carter and Kaden were seated across from each other at a mahogany dinner table. Meg and Babs were both under the table, and Babs was obediently trying to suckle on Carter's mostly-flaccid, but still exposed, member. Meg displayed a little less obedience, but then again, the man whose collar she wore still considered her human. She just rested her head on his thigh, waiting for her grandpa to be finished with whatever rant he was starting.
"So, I'm guessing you have a problem with black men?" Kaden asked, scowling at the first example he'd met of Meg's unpleasant family.
"Not really." Carter corrected, sitting back and taking another drag on his cigar. "I'm just glad that a big fat girl like Meg managed to find an owner who enjoys a big fat ass." Carter laughed at his own joke; when a laugh came up from under the table, with Babs' haughty accent behind it, Carter struck the table, generating a cry of pain from down below.
"She's not fat, and you don't need to be so mean to your own family." Kaden said back. "Especially your wife."
"Sure I do. It's just a part of dealing with them. Some people, men like you and me, are meant to stand tall. Others, like the women in this family, or the idiot my daughter married, were born to be property. I suggest you get an early start. It took me fifteen years to really break Babs, but only six to break Lois and Carol. It's the early start. Isn't that right, sweetie?" Carter teased his wife under the table, pushing as far as he could into her mouth. Meg could see that there was no real gagging, since Carter didn't have the necessary size, but Babs still made all the noises to fake it.
"I don't want to break Meg. I like her the way she is now." Kaden sniped.
"That collar on her neck, and her willingness to sit under the table with Babs, says different. Let me show you my study." Carter offered. "Come along, ladies. I'm showing off, and I need white audience members to go 'ooh' and 'aah'."
The walk was from one end of the mansion to the other, and took almost ten minutes. All four of them arrived at yet another over-sized wooden door, far too big for something that was just supposed to separate a room from the hallway, and Carter opened it with a very old looking key.
Inside, there was a private office, but no real furniture. The place didn't have anything from Ikea, just several women, scattered about the room, all bound in most likely uncomfortable positions that vaguely resembled furniture. There were three women lying on their backs, their knees pulled up to their chests, and their feet tied together and pointed toward the ceiling. Kaden was having some trouble closing his mouth as he stared at this bizarre tableau, until Carter elbowed him. "See, son? All of these women are, after a little persuasion, perfectly happy in their rightful place."
The chair-women had metal bars and supportive plastic plates similar to those used in real furniture; it made them seem more like dolled-up cushions than anything else. In each corner stood a woman wearing nothing but a lampshade, hands bound behind them, and light emanating from somewhere near their heads. There were another three women, on hands-and-knees beside the chair-women; since they were wearing knee and elbow pads, and had extra-puffy pillows on their backs, the assumption was clear: "Footstools? Out of your own personal harem, you honestly couldn't think of anything more useful than lamps and footstools?"
"Actually, I did." Carter pushed a section of wall aside. Inside was a closet filled with mildly more utilitarian bondage gear, like gags that had household cleaning instruments attached. "With the help of these accessories, the furniture spends the nights cleaning the estate. It takes some extra time for Babs to change them into nighttime attire, but that's what a wife is there for."
"A wife is there to take care of women that you use as furniture and slave labor?" Kaden asked. He was starting to feel more righteous indignation the longer he spent with carter, and righteousness made his stomach turn.
"Now you're getting it." Carter patted Kaden on the back. "Any questions?"
"Yeah. Where's Lois?" Meg demanded from behind Carter.
"Right here." Carter said simply, walking over and removing the lampshade from one of the lamp-women. That revealed the red hair down to her shoulders, a thick blindfold on, her head tilted back, and a light bulb wired into her mouth. Carter plucked the bulb out and set it atop one of the other girls, "Lois, honey, why don't you tell Daddy's friends how much fun you've had since moving back in with your mother and me?"
"It's been wonderful, Daddy! I've gotten to be a lamp, and a table, and pretty soon we'll have me knocked up with an adorable sister." Lois said in her enthusiastic squawk.
Kaden just glanced over at Meg, who stepped right past Carter to pull the blindfold off of Lois. "Mom, it's Meg, your first daughter. If you look next to your dad, you'll see the guy I'm marrying. He's black, and he's hot. And he bought me this, without being asked." Meg explained, pointing at her collar. She didn't need to say anything else, since Lois just snapped the ropes and stormed out of the room.
Carter was left dumbfounded by the display, but Kaden decided that now wasn't a good time to gloat. "Sorry about that, sir. I'll get them both far away from your estate." He assured Carter, following after the girls.
-After Hunting Down Lois' Room-
Sprinting up to the sight of Meg and Lois working together to stuff various odds-and-ends into a suitcase, Kaden asked the first thing that came to mind. "I thought we were only going to get involved if your family was in trouble. She seemed perfectly happy until you told her about us."
"So, what? Maybe I'm just happy for my little girl!" Lois argued, awkwardly shoving herself into her clothes.
"No you're not. You just want to come to the wedding so you can try to seduce him at the reception. Just like with that Saudi prince." Meg corrected, zipping up the last of her Mother's bags. "The fun part is going to be watching you fail."
"Well," Lois traced a finger around Kaden's chest, "I'm pretty sure I could make some progress right here..."
Kaden grabbed Lois by the wrist and held her up off the ground. "Please do not attempt to seduce the driver. It makes him uncomfortable." He set Lois down before picking up some of the luggage. "So, how far away do we need to take you once we've left Newport?"
"There aren't exactly too many people who would take me in." Lois drifted off, clearly embarrassed. "At least, not anymore."
When Kaden looked over at Meg for a more detailed explanation, he got one. "It's taken a few years, but mom has managed to tick off almost all of her old friends." Meg explained, picking up another bag.
"Alright. Follow me." Kaden instructed.
-In the Car-
Driving away from the Pewterschmidt residence, it felt like Meg was just verbally running through a list of possible homes for Lois to shoot down.
"What about Bonnie?" Meg asked. "You get along great with the Swansons."
"Nah, she's still ticked about how I talked about the crippled Frenchman she was having an affair with." Lois answered.
"What about Carol? Or your ex-boyfriend, Jerome?" Meg asked, running out of people who might help.
"Carol is probably still hung up on me being a bad mother--"
"You are a bad mother." Meg interrupted.
"Thank you for the reminder, Meg." Lois groaned sarcastically. "Worst of all, Jerome's not interested anymore. Said he'd rather have some young white ass. It's why he fucked you when he was staying with us."
"Clearly a man after my own heart." Kaden commented, "Does she really not have anyone that doesn't hate her? Because I'm about three minutes from throwing her out of the car."
"You do realize I'm still sitting in the car with you, right?" Lois demanded.
"Good. Then you'll remember to tuck and roll." Kaden taunted. "Or tell me where you have some non-crazy relatives."
Meg perked up at that suggestion. "I know a guy, and he's guaranteed to take Lois in. Take us to the Brookfield Insane Asylum." Meg proclaimed, and got little more than a shrug in response.
Once at the Brookfield Asylum, all three walked into the Asylum, eagerly greeted by a middle-aged redheaded man in a straight jacket. He was behind bulletproof glass, and repeatedly slammed his face into a computer keyboard before announcing himself.
"Hello, dear sister." He yelled, pressing himself against the glass. "Come to visit little old me, or are you here for the fat fuck in general population?"
"Are you Patrick?" Kaden asked.
"I'm Patrick Pewterschmidt, yes." The lithe man answered.
"Cool. Lois, check this idiot out." Kaden ordered. "Meg and I will check in on the fat one." Meg and Kaden walked in through a few hallways, only to be collectively accosted by a bespectacled Irishman who was so fat, must have had his own gravity. As he was careening toward them on a mop bucket, this fat-ass got a black fist to his face, knocking him right on the ground. "Is your name Peter Griffin?"
"Hell, yeah. This place is pretty freakin' sweet, right?" Peter yelled, completely dismissing the fact that he'd just been punched in the face.
Kaden and Meg took a look at Peter, then at each other, and said to each other in unison: "We can just leave him here."
They both turned around and started walking away, only to hear Peter start talking. "I get it. Little Meg has the hots for her Daddy, can't stand to look at all this sexiness, is that it?" Is the last sentence they heard before an orderly slid a door closed behind them.
"That oaf is insufferable." Kaden said aloud. "If he kept that up, I was going to kill him."
"You think he's bad now? Try sixteen years of it." Meg said back. They both walked back into the lobby, and saw two redheads in the midst of lovemaking. Seeing the man in a straight jacket didn't seem all too special, even in the throes of passion, but the wide-open turquoise blouse underneath him and those luscious mounds on that chest told a different story. "Are those my mom's-- Holy crap. Lois is fucking Patrick!"
"Well, I suppose that answered the question about whether or not Patrick would take her." Kaden joked, laughing a little at his own pun. "Wow." He said slowly, tilting his head at those two still fornicating, "That's a lot of thrust for a guy without use of his arms."
Lois looked over at him, out from under her brother, "He may not have arms right now, but it's still better than Carter."
"And she is so much tighter than Marian." Patrick motioned bluntly with his head toward a chair that just said 'reserved'.
"Did he just motion to an imaginary person?" Kaden whispered to Meg.
"Yes." Meg affirmed, walking up behind Patrick and pulling a few cords. "Marian is imaginary. Or invisible. You can discuss that with Stewie. There's a pickle of disagreement about it." The straight jacket fell right off, mostly covering Lois; but not Patrick, whose entire body was exposed. Lois wasn't quite as exposed, since she had just pulled her panties aside to invite her brother in.
"A pickle of--? Never mind." Kaden stopped himself before he learned anything else he might regret. It was quickly becoming a reflex. "Listen, you two seem to be pretty happy. Meg, can't we leave them here?"
"Can you at least take me to my old apartment in Quahog? It's where I did all my important business." Patrick insisted. He moved the straight jacket aside some, kissing Lois' still blood-red painted lips.
Meg decided to interject before the conversation could get any more awkward. "We'll drive you back to Quahog, after you both finish up..." She stood beside Kaden, tilting her head along the same angle, seeing the sopping wet lips of her mother's pussy being split apart by Patrick's cock. "Whoa." she leaned to whisper to Kaden, "Patrick puts Carter to shame."
"Hell yes!" Lois yelled, wrapping her legs around Patrick, hooking him in with her ankles. "I want you to paint my insides with cum!" She ordered, her nails, still perfectly manicured from her time as a lamp, digging fresh scratches into Patrick's back. They saw Patrick tense up with another thrust, clearly letting go inside of Lois.
"Yeah, we'll give you a ride, but only if you two can keep your hands off each other the whole way there." Meg promised, tossing Patrick his pants, "Now please exit my mother and enter your pants."
Patrick crawled his way off of Lois, and back into his pants. "You don't need to be such a bitch about it." He shot before throwing Lois some bottoms.
"I think she just wants to keep us from distracting the driver." Lois teased in her parrot-like drawl. "After all, they couldn't take their eyes off of us."
"They were like monkeys." Kaden thought aloud, clearly a little worse for wear, walking toward the parking lot.
-In the car, again-
"So, Patrick, what kind of business did you conduct in Quahog?" Kaden asked, eager to change the subject.
"Well, I was the Fat Guy Strangler," Patrick answered, "But I'm over all of that, now." He crossed his arms in front of him. "If you hadn't found me, what were you going to do with Lois?"
"Plenty of ideas come to mind." Kaden started, "Based on what Carter said, we could have made her into a maid, or some kind of simple appliance like a Roomba. Or thrown her into the woods. I'm not picky as long as that voice is gone."
"That's not funny." Patrick leered. "I think you and I need to have a talk while the girls are inside." It didn't take long for them to get back to Quahog, and Lois was more eager than anyone to get her luggage into a new living space. She took off so quickly that she didn't notice nobody going with her. Patrick turned to leer at Kaden again. "Listen, we both know that you don't get over the kind of sick shit that we do. That little voice doesn't get quiet all of a sudden, and those new scars on Meg's arms aren't from her usual weapon."
"He's not hurting me, and you don't exactly have room to talk." Meg snarled at her uncle. "Get out of the car." When Patrick un-buckled and stepped out of the car, Meg turned to Kaden, "Go."
Before Kaden obliged, he did follow-up with a question. "Not that I'm not really happy to be away from those two, but what happened to dragging them out of the mud so you could rub their faces in it?"
"I was thinking about that, back at the asylum." Meg began. "It's easy, on some level, to just forget what their own bad decisions have put them through; but look, the only person who wants to be anywhere near her is that perverted psychopath, Patrick. For once, I don't think I'm mad at Lois. Just for fun, watch this." Meg leaned out the passenger-side window to yell, "I lied! He does hurt me! He spanks my big fat ass!" At that, Patrick started sprinting after the car, which took off.
"Meg Griffin, do you have a death wish?" Kaden yelled as they took off down the road, only easing when he saw Patrick falling over himself early in this chase.
Meg thought aloud, "What I really wish is that you would have kicked his scrawny, white ass all over the parking lot."
"Granted, that could have been fun." Kaden shrugged. "Where are we headed next?"
"I'm not sure. We need to find Chris, but I don't know where he would have gone..." Meg drifted off, looking down at the only family photo she kept, a wallet-sized snapshot of her with both of her brothers.
"Give me three hours and that photo." Kaden said, self-assuredly, "I'll find him for you." It took longer than three hours, most of which was spent picking out aesthetic pieces for the wedding on a tablet PC, and all of which was spent sitting in a government building, which was eerily reminiscent of the DMV. "Well, my friends have narrowed it down to somewhere in Alabama."
"Friends? Don't you work here?" Meg asked, cocking an eyebrow at the app before clicking something. "Wait, where do you work?"
"I'm a contractor for the NSA." Kaden answered, "I work wherever the government puts a bounty on human life."
"Kaden." One of the vaguely-ethnic women at the counter announced, "Your listed target is in Bumblescum, a rural county of Alabama."
"Patty, he's not a target. This is a personal project." Kaden explained.
"Wait, so you're still going to kill him, but it's for fun?" Patty asked. "Branching out from the usual ladies?"
"I have other interests." He scowled, walking away from the counter. "Where the hell is Bumblescum?"
"I think I know where we'll find Chris." Meg whispered with a smile as she walked out the door alongside Kaden.
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