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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: I promised a synopsis, in case you skipped chapter two. Meg and Kaden found Lois, and they all decided to leave Peter locked up in an asylum. Also, Lois hooked up with her creepy brother, Patrick. Meg and Kaden are now headed to Alabama, to see Chris.

"I don't mean to sound like a cliche, but we've been 'attached' for over a month, and we still haven't had sex." Kaden thought aloud as they drove down the interstate.

"That's not my fault." Meg reminded, as gently as their collective lack of sleep would allow. "I've been very clear that my girlhood is at your disposal."
"Do you have to call it that? You're twenty-two. Call it a vagina; or 'womanhood', if you're heart is set on a euphemism. There's no reason to refer to your genitals as a child." Kaden smirked at her. "Is there?"
"There's the fact that I'm running off with a self-aware serial killer since I lack a strong father figure." Meg smirked back. "There's also the fact that I have made it to this stage in my life with my virginity sadly intact."
"What about Jimmy Fallon?" Kaden asked, getting that shocked look that usually came from murder victims. "What? I saw you fuck him on Saturday Night Live. I didn't think you were the same Meg Griffin, otherwise I wouldn't have kidnapped you. Too much press."
"His dick didn't go deep enough to do anything fun." Meg explained. "The kicker is that he wouldn't stop laughing. And looking at what I later found out was a camera. Honestly, a hot dog would have felt better. And probably more realistic."
"Fair enough." Kaden agreed. "So, are there any motels in Bumblescum?"
"Without raccoon infestations? Not a one." Meg answered with a chuckle. "But there's no rush. I can wait for a little longer."
It didn't take long for them to drive to the center of town. There, Chris Griffin was standing right beside an attractive, slender, blonde woman. Both of them were on a stage, in front of about thirty other people, with a reverend standing between them.
The clear pageantry being used by the entire county belied what was going on. Chris was about to marry his sweetheart, and they were either just before, or just after, the 'I do's.
As the ceremony continued, Kaden got the car to skid to a stop, right behind the last row of seats. "I've never crashed a wedding before. This is fun!" He announced, popping the passenger door open. Meg ran up past all of those people sitting in their folding chairs, and did the craziest thing that came to mind. She hugged her brother.
"Chris, I'm so glad to see you!" Meg said loudly.
"Meg?" Chris said back, stunned. "Mom and Dad said you were dead. I'm not surprised they were wrong, but why are you here?"
Sam interrupted their little conversation, putting a hand on Meg's shoulder. "Meg, if you had dibs on him, I certainly didn't mean--"
"What? Oh, god, no." Meg corrected. "Sorry about the ceremony. Didn't mean to interrupt." She stepped off to the side. "But before you guys get back to it, my guy and I actually showed up to invite you to our wedding. He's over there." Meg mentioned, pointing to the car parked at the back of this town square. Kaden was just getting out of that car, and just waved to everyone.
The ceremony was nice, as was the reception. Everyone from this sleepy little village was very happy to see Meg again after almost a decade, though they all seemed a little uncomfortable around Kaden.
"So, son, are you one of them folks that talks 'bout reparations?" One of the men, wearing a hat with a confederate flag, asked.
"That depends on whether 'son' is some kind of antiquated insult?" Kaden asked back.
"Actually, you're 'bout to marry the sister of that boy that just married my daughter. That'll make us kin." The man explained. "And since we's gonna be kin, I calls you 'son'." He punctuated with a pat on Kaden's shoulder, despite having to reach for it.
"To answer your question, I don't qualify for that whole issue. My father came to this country from Africa around the 1970's. Probably by smuggling something, but god-only-knows what it could have been." Kaden explained, brushing away the hillbilly's hand. "Say, would it be too much trouble to keep that stage up in the center of town?"
"Nah. It's up year-round, except for floods. We usually use it for the Civil War re-enactments. I suppose you wanna use it for another wedding?"
"How perceptive." Kaden smiled, "Most of the supplies have been ordered, we just need a venue to send them. Granted, we're also a little short on guests, so the town attending would be great."
Meg walked up beside both of them, "So, it seems like you're getting along with everyone." She observed aloud, hooking her arm to Kaden's. "What are you guys talking about?"
"He just invited us to the wedding." Was the simple answer. "He also asked to use this here town square."
"'Us' meaning you, your daughter, and Chris?" Meg asked.
"Nope. Whole town." A completely different redneck answered. "Which is good, b'cause otherwise, we've got a lack of stuff to do next Sunday."
"When did we decide to have the wedding here?" Meg asked.
"It's atmospheric, the people are friendly, and the price was right." Kaden smirked, "Besides, how many people did you actually still feel like inviting?"
"Wait till Sunday. You'll see." Meg said, "Until then, I need to find a dress." She started dragging Kaden along, "And you're going to help!"
"Wait, wha--?" Kaden just barely managed to get out before being dragged into one of the shops.
Just five days later, everything was properly set up, complete with a whole slew of guests. If anything, contrary to Kaden's initial worries, Meg's parents were just about the only people that she'd seen fit to exclude from her list. There was Gene Simmons, Bill Clinton, George W. Bush for some reason, Adam West, Lois' sister Carol, Brian Griffin, Stewie Griffin, the entire Swanson family, Glenn Quagmire, and over a dozen others.
"So, it's pretty clear who's here with Meg," the reverend noted, "but who's here with you?" He asked.
"Nobody. Whole groom's side is seat-fillers. Just folks from around town." Kaden answered. "Say, we've been standing here for almost an hour. Where the hell is Meg? Don't brides usually send a note if they run away?" When a red car managed to skid to a halt just past the last row of chairs, he couldn't help but say, "In retrospect, I can see how that might have been annoying."
What stepped out was Meg, clad in her ivory chiffon dress. It had no sleeves, but instead gloves that went from her hands up to just short of her shoulders. This hid the scars rather well, and she filled out the dress very well, holding a bouquet of lilies gathered from the surrounding swamps. She looked gorgeous, but couldn't stop shaking. It wasn't nerves about the wedding. It was nerves about the fact that Patrick Pewterschmidt was standing behind her, and had a wire garrote wrapped around her neck.
"Hello, everyone!" Patrick announced. "It seems as though this fat bitch forgot my invitation. So, Marian and I drove all the way down here..." Patrick stopped his sentence, taking time to seethe instead.
"Marian?" Joe Swanson yelled from the audience, "That looks like Lois in a wig." As a police officer, he probably could have done something, but social events around the Griffin family had a tendency to spiral out of control, and he'd found it was best just to avoid getting involved.
"That is Lois in a wig." Kaden announced from the stage. He whispered to the reverend, "If you don't mind, I'll be back with the bride momentarily." before leaping down from the stage and into the audience. Unlike in a hall, or a church, there was no beautiful rug or tapestry to grace the center of this whole setup; there was just the tightly packed dirt of the town square. "And she didn't forget anything. We chose not to invite you, mostly because we knew you'd bring your bitch sister along." Kaden explained, a disdainful scowl across his face, walking toward this man holding Meg captive.
"You had better stop, before I pull on this lovely little necklace and chop poor, fat Megan's head off." Patrick threatened. Meg was clutching those flowers, and also clutching her eyes shut while she shook. Her usual indifference about both danger and impending death was being overwhelmed by that glimmer of hope that she'd been feeling recently. Opening her eyes, she looked straight ahead, and saw that devil of hers, ready to fight.
Kaden let out an exasperated sigh. "You're not going to kill her, because you know it's wrong."
"Excuse me?" Patrick recoiled out of shock, loosening the garrote, "I'm the Fat Guy Strangler. god-dammit! Why should I care about one more dead fat chick?"
"It's a matter of professional courtesy!" Kaden yelled at him. "I met Meg when I kidnapped her, for the express intent of killing her, and that means you can't kill her, because you're ruining my ritual! In case you haven't figured out, this whole ceremony is part of an elaborate plan to kill her."
Meg's eyes started filling with tears when she heard him say that; but Patrick let her go, shoving her toward Kaden, who grabbed her by the shoulders. "So, how is she going to die?" Patrick asked with a sneer.
Kaden stepped forward, putting himself between Meg and her definitely-crazed uncle. "Six decades from now, of old age. Probably a diabetic heart attack during my funeral." Kaden let Patrick charge toward him, and threw the poor, pathetic guy on the ground, before mocking him. "What? I said it would be elaborate, not quick." Turning to address the crowd, "So, now we can start the wedding, if--" The car at the back spun its tires momentarily before taking off. "If there are no more interruptions."
Joe rolled away from the rest of his family. "If you kidnapped Meg Griffin, especially for the reason you said, then I'm taking you to jail."
"Mr. Swanson," Meg stood between Joe and Kaden, "He was just lying to keep the currently-unconscious killer from hurting me." She started walking toward the stage, bouquet still in hand. Kaden shrugged at Joe, then walked back to the stage. She asked Kaden as they were both standing there, while the reverend droned on with the chunks of ceremony before the vows, "Are you really going to hurt me on the honeymoon? Were you lying to Patrick, or to everyone else?"
"Of course I'm going to hurt you. That's the entire basis of our relationship." Kaden smirked down at her. "Remember?" He said those parts softer, timing his next words to fit with the ceremony's "I do."
Meg couldn't stop herself from shaking again, this time with a smile. When reverend turned and asked her much the same question, she just said, "I do."
Meg and Kaden both ran their car after the reverend's proclamation of their nuptials, and the bridal bouquet landed on Stewie's head. "I'm not sure what this means." Stewie announced, holding up the flowers. Everyone else headed to the reception that was arranged by the townsfolk, but those two took off, since Meg had done exactly what she'd set out to do. She had shown off to her friends, and rubbed several of her enemies' noses in this whole event.
When they were in the car, and as they drove off, Meg decided to ask what she knew right now was the important question. "If you really are going to hurt me; like, really badly, you'd at least tell me first, right?"
Kaden stroked her auburn hair as he drove along the old dirt road that led out of town, "Would I tell you? I'll include you in the planning, take you shopping for the equipment, and fix you up afterward." He drove onto one of the nearest paved highways, still so far from the interstate. "You're not just a victim anymore, and you're more than just property. I don't know why, or how to explain it, but I want to hear your sweet begging for years to come." There was yearning in his voice as he traced his fingers along her neck, delicately touching the mark left by the earlier attempted garroting.
When she heard that kind of honesty, from someone who she knew got by much better lying about emotional matters, Meg decided to try her best to oblige her new husband's desire. "I hope we spend the whole night doing things so violent and twisted... did you bring that cane of yours to beat me with?"
"Since I bought a cane that wouldn't break, specifically for you, it's more yours than mine." Kaden explained, taking a turn onto a different road, "But yes, it is in the trunk. I also brought rope, gags, a couple of costumes, a few phallic toys, some vibrating underwear, and my usual collection of knives."
Meg drifted her way off to sleep until the car stopping woke her up; and with it, a question seemed to jostle its way out of her. "Why would you bring your knives on our honeymoon? I mean, my scars might be asymmetrical, but we could go to a plastic surgeon--"
"The knives aren't for you. I promise to spend plenty of time with you, but this is kind of a working vacation." Kaden explained.
"You're going to kill someone? Cool. Just tell me what to do." Meg agreed as Kaden pointed to the ridiculously lavish hotel that he'd just pulled up to.
Kaden stepped out of the car, as did Meg, and the valet stepped in to go park it somewhere. "Jimmy, you get your usual tip if you take the contents of this car up to my room. Personally and discretely." He instructed, and Jimmy drove off. Kaden put a hand on Meg's shoulder and they walked into the hotel, through the ostentatious lobby. The concierge approached, handing over a pair of key-cards, and actually bowing to the both of them. "Wally, I'm here at least four times a year, you don't need to treat me like a tourist."
"Of course, Mr. Phoenix." the concierge, who Meg guessed was named Wally, agreed. "We know that you requested one of our cheaper rooms for your stay, but we at the hotel insist that you take the presidential suite. It has already been paid in full, by a benefactor who wished to remain anonymous."
"Well, if you insist." Kaden looked down at the number on the key-card. "Top-floor. This is going to be a good day." He and Meg were in the elevator, and the last few floors up were alone.
"So..." Meg asked, "Who do you think sent us the room upgrade?"
"I did." Kaden explained bluntly. "More specifically, Patty sent the upgrade from an account dedicated to operating expenses. Target is in the royal suite, same floor as us. Should be accessible via a short ten-foot leap across balconies."
"So, what should I do?" Meg asked as they entered their lavish room. Everything here looked ridiculously expensive. There was silk, and satin, and plenty of Egyptian cotton. The floors were mostly decorative slabs of mineral and ceramic, except for the utilitarian tile around the over-sized shower and the hot tub beside it, and there was even a fully stocked kitchen in case room service wasn't your thing. Granted, that kitchen included a full menu, hanging on the wall, for the room service.
"Just be yourself. The usual you." Kaden instructed. "If everything goes as planned, I won't even need to use the balcony." That order left Meg confused, but she took it to heart. She walked over to the closet, and started taking off her dress. When she hung it up, her underwear hanging beside, and looked into the mirror on the closet door as she closed it. She saw all those scars first, before even realizing there was an extra person in the room. When she looked and saw the valet, carrying several pieces of luggage from the car. "Five dollars for carrying my luggage," Kaden announced, "and as thanks for your continued loyalty, they each feature Benjamin Franklin." He joked, and Jimmy pocketed the money, turned to walk out the door, and stopped in his tracks when he saw Meg naked.
"Jesus Christ, man!" Jimmy yelled, "I know you're into some ol' Hostel shit, but it looks like someone already went to town on this bitch! She's even covered in fucked up scars. Like someone tried to carve up her arms and everything."
"Thank you, Mr. Valet." Meg responded dryly, "Now please shut up and get out before I make you lick these slits, and not the one that gets wet." She threatened, holding up her wrists just for emphasis, and Jimmy ran out into the hallway.
"Considering the number of unconscious girls Jimmy has dragged up here for me, you'd think he would just ignore one that's awake." Kaden thought aloud. "Though, it is a ton of fun to watch you freak people out."
"Yeah." Meg scowled. "It used to be, they were disgusted by my fatness. Now, they're disgusted by the fact that I'm a mutilated mess."
"Don't worry so much about everyone else." Kaden said, pulling that cane out of the bag filled with sex and torture equipment. "All that matters is us." He spun on the ball of his foot, striking Meg's left calf with that cane, forcing her to take a knee. "What do we say to that?" He demanded of her, spinning around again to strike Meg's right calf right out from under her.
She fell onto all fours, so focused on the pain he could inflict, and the blinding pleasure that brought her as her eyes rolled back, that she just couldn't manage any words. She breathed something, barely intelligible, barely loud enough for her to hear, let alone the lover standing over her.
"Louder!" Kaden ordered from above, thinking she might just be taunting him to get extra punishment, driving a strike so heavy into her thigh that it was already starting to discolor. He saw her saying something, but still too quiet for him to actually hear. He struck again, a blind strike at her back, actually getting a little worried that he might be causing lasting damage. "I'm not going to keep this up forever. You'd better--" He made another swing, but Meg had already turned around. The rod flew from his hand as it struck her undamaged breast, and she pushed herself toward him.
Meg threw herself on top of Kaden, forcing him to the ground before forcing her mouth onto his. She didn't have any part of him pinned, and she didn't need to; just gently guiding him into discarding all the pieces of his suit. When her beloved was finally naked beneath her, she managed say something coherent. "Thank you, Master." She said huskily, drawing her tongue along Kaden's lips. "May I ask for a little more?"
"Are you asking to have sex with me, or do you just want me to hit you harder?" Kaden asked.
"Would you really make me choose?" Meg asked, putting a hand on her husband's face, and tracing the other hand along the fresh bruise to her tit. Kaden didn't say anything to that, just rolled over so he was on top of Meg, then punched her in the gut as hard as he could. The wind may have been knocked out of her, but he got her to gasp it back in; he moved that same hand quickly down between Meg's legs, pushing just a few fingers in to test her out. He also slipped his tongue inside her mouth, and his other hand reached down to squeeze Meg's ass, and they both delighted at Meg actually being pleasured for once.
As he felt all that moistness, dripping down his fingers from this voluptuous girl's pussy, he brought the fingers up to suck the juices off, but she beat him to it. "Did you just suck your own cum off my hand?"
"It's an acquired taste." Meg said with a nervous grin. "And I got used to it with all the years of masturbating alone... and eating hot dogs that had been inside me."
"Hot dogs?" Kaden questioned momentarily, before grasping the gist. "I'll be sure that tomorrow includes violating you with hot dogs. And maybe even making you eat them." He teased, shoving those fingers into her mouth again. She made some gagging noises, but it was pretty clear that she didn't really choke on anything. "But for now..." he pressed the tip of his cock against Meg's moist mound, and the juices already flowing let it slide right in.
Meg couldn't keep her mouth matched to his, and couldn't keep her eyes focused, but she still managed a few requests. "Deeper, please..." She moaned, and he slipped the whole way inside. Meg had been dreaming, planning, sometimes even choreographing this moment and pantomiming practice techniques. "Fuck me harder..." So she brought her hips up to meet a thrust; and after missing the first time, she started getting the rhythm, even getting those pelvic muscles that she'd resented for so long to twitch and squeeze right when she wanted. She could actually feel the progression of Kaden's arousal, and even when he was about to climax. "Fill me up..." She said, legs wrapping around him and hooking her ankles to get his big final push even deeper.
When he slammed those last few thrusts into her, spraying the inside of her with cum, Kaden couldn't really think of a clever thing to say. "Do you... want a towel?" He asked, pulling out of her.
Meg just lay on her back, though she did shift position a little to grab a pillow off the foot of the bed, placing it under her ass, and putting her ankles up there on the bed itself. "I'm fine, sweetie. Just a little lightheaded." She wasn't smiling, but the look on her face was content. "Say, do you have any flavored lube or some KY?" She thought out loud.
"Both." Kaden answered, grabbing a paper towel from the kitchen area and using it to get the leftover fluids off of his dick. "I don't think you need it. You're one extra punch away from being a squirter. The last thing you need is extra wetness in your pussy."
"Yeah, but the flavored lube is just to get the taste of your cum out of me. For, well, you know." Meg explained. "The KY is because I kinda want to try getting fucked in the ass."
"Sounds fun." Kaden admitted, grabbing a pair of apples from the suite's fridge. "There's just one thing you'll have to do in exchange."
"Anything." Meg perked up from her floor and throw-pillow, standing eagerly in front of her beloved monster.
"Be louder." Kaden instructed.
"Louder? I thought you were just playing when you said that." Meg explained. "You know, as an excuse to hit me some more?"
"No." He corrected. "Since higher-pitched noises penetrate walls better, and upset more people, I need you to make as much noise as possible. Like those girls that fake their orgasms."
"But I don't fake orgasms. I enjoy them." Meg argued. "That's why I'm mostly quiet during sex. I like to focus on the warm, tingly sensations."
"Yeah, I know, but we just need to piss off the guests in the other suite on this floor." Kaden explained further, "Then, they'll show up, hopefully attack us, at which point I'll throw them out the window and off the balcony."
"Okay, I'll do my best to sound loud and ridiculous." Meg agreed, "But only because you're going to torture me with hot dogs later." She said with a wink.
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