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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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"Don't get me wrong, Chris. I like that we're talking more often, and I'm happy that you've got a girl who likes you." Meg said into the phone, "But you don't need to call and let me know every time you and Sam have sex."
"You need to be more firm than that, or he's just going to keep calling." Kaden explained, sitting beside her on the bed, sharpening his knives.
"Chris, don't call unless either you're in trouble, or Sam is pregnant." Meg instructed before hanging up.
"See? Now he won't call." Kaden assured her. Right before the phone started ringing. "If that's your brother, I'll kill him."
Meg picked up the phone, and listened to the chatter for a few moments before turning to Kaden. "The hotel is asking if we want kosher franks or if normal Oscar Mayer is okay?"
"Oscar Mayer is fine." Kaden told her, walking his knives over to the kitchen counter. "See if they've got something extra-long, like foot-longs, or those ridiculous Dodger Dogs."
Meg chattered back and forth with the hotel a bit longer. "Okay, we'll see you when you deliver those." She announced politely, and hung up.
Kaden grabbed a sheer black dress off one of the chairs, and tossed it to Meg. "If you're going to receive a delivery from room service, you should probably get dressed."
"Says the man wearing my striped boy short panties, and nothing else." Meg teased.
Kaden looked down at himself, and saw the striped pink underwear. "Huh. How did I miss this?" He thought aloud, "Wait, if these are yours, where are my underwear?"
Meg got up, walking to the door, "We never unpacked yours." The knock at the door signaled her to open it for just a moment. "Thank you." She took the bag full of still-packaged franks, then shut the door again. "Besides, the whole hotel staff just compliments us whenever they see us naked. Remember the maids?"
"Ha!" Kaden laughed with her. "Yeah, well, it's time to get tied up." He tossed her some of the stainless steel chains, which she had to toss him the hot dogs in order to catch. These chains were only designed to latch in place unless you applied some external lock to them, but the point here wasn't actually to keep Meg chained up. She would be able to slip out of the chains if necessary, but she would look helpless. An added benefit for the two of them was that it would help her to 'feel' helpless.
As Kaden walked over to their little kitchen, Meg found herself debating what the best method might be to get herself chained up. She could hear him tearing open the plastic packaging, and dropping some of them into the boiling water. "Kay, sweetie, do you want me chained legs-up or legs-down?" She asked, and kind of yelled, since there were actual rooms separating them.
"That's really more up to you." Kaden said, also kind of yelling back, "As long as you can get free later, do whatever feels better to you." He instructed, and immediately started to hear the chains rattling in the other room. It only took a few minutes to get these hot dogs heated up the way they wanted, and he walked back into the bedroom to see Meg chained in a quasi-fetal position. Her knees were against her chest, which was entirely obstructed by the wrapped chain. Her arms were bound to her sides, and she was laying on her back, which meant she was laying on those chains wrapped around her torso as well. "Okay, I'd be more concerned with how you're going to get out of this, but right now I'm just trying to work out how you got into this."
"Don't be a killjoy. You promised to violate me with hot dogs, so let's get to it." Meg insisted, nodding down toward her exposed nether-regions. Kaden smirked at the willingness, especially since frankfurters were genuinely a new tool in his little arsenal of torment. Setting the meat-covered plate down at the foot of the bed, he picked up one frank in each hand. He gave one a few loving licks just inches from her face, mostly just trying to get that 'you don't need to be mean for real' face out of his lover. She even moved her mouth like she wanted to taste it herself.
He gave her what she wanted, and dangled that dog just close enough for her to lick its tip a couple of times. She angled her head, trying to get it into her mouth. When she made an attempt at a bite, Kaden pulled the meat away just in time to deny her. "Remember, right now, these aren't food. They're, who was it, the Chicago Bulls?"
"The New York Knicks." Meg corrected, then put on her best apologetic face. "I'm sorry, my master. Please, I won't let my teeth get involved again."
"I forgive you, but only because you said 'master'. Now, let's try it without the teeth." He lowered the meat until it touched her tongue, her lips ensnaring it, and sucking as best they could. The delectable juices of this meaty treat were already dripping onto her tongue as Kaden slipped it further in, then pulled it out, just out of reach again. She tried to stick her tongue out toward it again, but gasped when a foot-long phallus made of cooked meat was shoved past the lips of her labia, far enough to already be tickling her cervix.
Meg's eyes were shimmering at the feeling of being filled up like that, her mouth still hanging open in silent ecstasy when Kaden shoved the hot dog from before down her throat. It was foot-long as well, and his finger was holding it in place just past the teeth that she'd promised not to use. "Meg, I thought you would gag on this. I suppose you can swallow it if you want... as long as you make as much noise as possible while doing it."
Meg closed her mouth, kissed Kaden's fingertip, then shook her head 'no'. She moved her head around a lot, ending with a big swallow. "Oh, god, PLEASE, more! Your meat feels so amazing in my mouth!" She yelled, then winked up at Kaden. Changing quickly to a whisper, "I lubed up the back door. Just a suggestion."
It might have been a suggestion, but it was also a good idea. He took two of the 'regular' franks off the plate, and started rubbing her little pink clitty with one, and the fringes of her puckered asshole with the other. Teasing two of the most sensitive parts of Meg's body, he started hearing her actually whimper. It was still quiet, like she always was in bed, but any noise was good for them right now. He pushed the lower one inside her, hearing that gentle "Mmmm...." of satisfaction as her ass was being filled. On reflex, he pushed the upper frank into her pussy, and it slipped in alongside the first; there were a few moments where Meg said nothing, but did spasm a little.
Kaden thought she may have been having an orgasm, and she was, but he didn't notice when she slipped out of her chains. Probably because he wasn't expecting it, she rolled off the bed and pinned him on the floor. "I'm not done with the hot dogs," she announced, pulling two off the plate; she swallowed one whole and shoved the other in as a secondary meat-dildo in her ass, "Oh, sweet FUCK-SAUCE that feels great!... But even stuffed to bursting with the New York Knicks, I want Kaden on the menu."
Kaden slipped his hands out from under Meg's passive attempt to pin him, and reached for the plate of dogs... which flipped over, making a mess on both them and the floor. "There went most of them. Pity, since those could have been dinner."
"The ones on my back still could be." Meg smiled down at him. "As for the ones on the floor, they're still more than clean enough for a little Meg-marinade."
Kaden grabbed Meg's hips, giving a fervent squeeze while flexing upward, popping his dick out of the panties and pressing the head of his long black cock in alongside those two franks. "Do you feel how hard it makes me when you talk about yourself like a piece of meat? It's like you're a turkey, waiting to be stuffed."
"I do like being stuffed. Like this!" Meg lowered herself quickly, pushing not only Kaden's cock in up to the hilt, but also the foot-long franks that were already in her. "Mmm... WOAH!" Meg squealed as she was impaled. A few more moments, filled with wondrously vigorous thrusting, each one punctuated by a downright hellish screech out of Meg. Whether or not she was in pain was a moot point for them, but the noise was doing its job. Considering how loud she was, it was surprising that they could hear the knocking at the door.
"If it's maid service," Kaden announced, "We need a minute to get up and let you in!" He said happily, knowing that the maids would be fine with just about anything happening short of exsanguination. "Anyone else, please go away. We won't quiet down!"
In perfect response, someone kicked in the door, clear off its hinges. It scraped across the floor, stopping just as it reached Kaden and Meg. They both looked over at who had done it, and they saw an enraged, middle-aged man holding a broken bottle and a gun... but Meg recognized him. Her mind was still in a post-orgasmic haze, and her vision was blurry from her lack of glasses, but she could always recognize James Woods. "Mr. Woods!?" She yelled in shock, honestly still not remembering to control her volume.
"Will you look at that, I guess I get to kill two Griffins today!" Woods exclaimed as he aimed the gun for Meg. Kaden rolled her off of him, throwing her under the bed and eliminating her as a viable target for Woods. Grabbing the hot dog plate as he stood up, he threw it at Woods' gun-hand, partially disarming his adversary.
"Meg is not a Griffin anymore." Kaden insisted, taking the best defensive stance that being almost naked could offer. "Put the bottle down."
"You know, it's funny, that's what my second wife said." Woods mused. "She was acting like a baby-killing whore. Just like little Meg." He twitched when he made that insult, then recoiled when an excessively-slick hot dog hit him in the face, clearly thrown by someone on the other side of the bed.
Taking the opportunity, Kaden grabbed the chains off the bed, and swung them hard enough that they entangled this poor, psychotic actor. "Don't talk about my wife like that!" Kaden ordered, as Meg walked up to padlock the chains. "Thanks for the lock. And the distraction."
"Do you think we should check on whoever he was going to kill?" Meg asked.
"You two nobodies won't get away with kidnapping me! I'm James motherfucking Woods, fuckface!" Their prisoner yelled.
"Good, because you're going to end up dead." Kaden agreed, tucking his cock back into the panties he was wearing.
"That doesn't work." Meg corrected, "We've seen him die before. It never sticks."
"Yeah, what do you say to that, baby-killer!?" Woods snarled at them.
"Okay. Fair enough." Kaden agreed, giving a shrug. "I'll be right back." He came back with a chair from the previously-untouched dining room, and Meg used one of the extra chains to bind Woods into a forced sitting position. "Meg, get my case of killing tools. It's under your case of hats."
When Meg walked out of the room to get that stuff, Kaden sat down on the bed, turning to face James Woods. "You really think you can traumatize me with a few minutes of torture?" Woods sneered, almost cackling, "I guarantee I've seen more fucked up shit than you!"
"I am more fucked up shit than you." Kaden laughed back at him. "Now, tell me which Griffin you have locked up in your suite. If you're lucky, I might let you go."
"Lord fat-ass, Peter Griffin." Woods glared at his captor. "I even covered the whole room in plastic sheeting, like on the Showtime channel."
Kaden furrowed his brow at the amount of pride shown in that statement. "Fine by me. We'll just kill you in there." He smiled at his prisoner, shoving a sock into the actor's mouth. "Try not to choke on that." And turned to greet Meg as she tossed the case full of killing equipment on the bed.
"I got the stuff. What are we going to use on him?" Meg asked, a big smile shining on her face.
"First things first." Kaden announced, flipping the case open to show a pair of black haz-mat grade suits, "We need to get dressed." Just under two minutes later, they were both fully decked out in black. "Meg, grab his key and make sure our second victim is ready."
Meg grabbed the suite key off of James Woods' belt and walked out into the hallway. The plastic composite suit came with an attached hood, and that hood even had goggles. She pulled the hood over her head, and covered her bespectacled eyes with that tinted visor. She felt something a bit odd... it was a certainty that she could inspire fear.
As Meg opened the door to Woods' suite, her certainty was fully affirmed. She saw her terrified father, shaking. "P-P-Please don't hurt me anymore."
"Dad?" Meg said aloud.
"Oh, thank god it's you. Meg, I'm sorry I treated you so bad." Peter sighed from the chair he was bound to. There were plenty of bruises and lacerations from what had been done by James Woods. His face was filled with more terror when James Woods was dragged in, arms chained as he stumbled, Kaden tossing the actor to the floor. "Uh, your boyfriend ain't gonna hurt me, is he?"
"No. I think we're just going to deal with James Woods, then take you back to that mental facility. You were really enjoying it there, weren't you?" Meg asked, placing her fingertips on her father's face, just trying to avoid touching those injured parts.
"Why did he apologize?" Kaden asked Meg, still searching for the right tool.
"Whenever things start going badly. Like, really, really, badly... my Dad stops acting like a self-important idiot and becomes a perfectly reasonable man." Meg explained.
"Really? Mister Griffin, how would you like to be James Woods?" Kaden smiled at him.
"I was James Woods for like a week. We stole each others identities." Peter explained.
"Okay... well, you're not getting a choice this time. Hold him still!" Kaden ordered, and Meg held her father's skull in place as a scalpel peeled away her father's face; then she kept it there until the face of James Woods had been grafted on. The real James Woods was left screaming, faceless, and dying.
All three of them walked out of that suite, locked the door, then Peter turned to Kaden. "What am I supposed to do now?"
"Don't look at me, buddy. You're James Woods, now." Kaden instructed, pulling Meg gently with him, disappearing into their own suite. Peter got into the elevator, and thought about going to the Clam for a drink.
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They both tossed their present clothing into a hamper, leaving themselves entirely undressed.
"You want to try the hot dog thing again?" Meg asked, looking around and seeing a total lack of mess, but a note from housekeeping instructing them that more foot-longs were in the fridge, and more KY was on the counter.
Kaden put his arms around Meg again, from behind, and asked in response, "Are you sure you're up for doing something like that so soon after what we just did to James Woods?"
Meg turned to face him, "I meant later. And what we did to James Woods didn't bother me. Not as much as I thought it would. So... what about your target?" She asked, her fingertips drifting lower on Kaden, tracing their way to his cock. "Shouldn't we be luring them here?"
"Are you really going to scream this time, or do you just want to have sex?" He asked, kissing her deeply, sliding his tongue into her eager mouth.
"How about if I scream a little first? Just for kicks?" Meg smiled up and saw an affirmative expression. "AAAIIIEEE!!!" She let out, ensuring that it was both as loud and as bloodcurdling as possible. Then she stepped back a bit, that loving smirk on her face.
"Hopefully, that woke up the target." Kaden agreed. "Tie yourself up and look helpless. This is going to be fun." He instructed, tying on a rubber apron.
And they did have quite a bit more fun, at their targets' expense, but not just on that night, or just on that trip...
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