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Lois Griffin lay hogtied on the floor in Meg’s bedroom where her husband had left her an hour before, her eyes still stinging from his piss. She tried to take small breaths as anything else made her back shriek in pain. The tension from her legs trying to unwind made the cord binding her wrists bite right through to the bone. She had lost all feeling in her hands. The pain started at her shoulders, where it felt like her arms were being pulled out of their sockets. She tried to scrunch up her legs to reduce the tension in her arms but that just made her back hurt more. If she relaxed, the pain was shifted to her shoulders.
And so Lois spent her time alone on the floor in Meg’s bedroom, oscillating between two sources of agony, in her back and in her shoulders. How long could she survive like this? The hours went by. She could hear Peter snoring in their bedroom. She hoped she would pass out but no such luck. Lois always took stimulants before a bondage session to ensure that she didn’t miss any of the fun. This was fine, usually, as Peter used to tie her more for humiliation than for torture. But not so good now.
Last month, Peter had left her handcuffed for 24 hours in the basement. Peter had dosed her with laxatives and she was turned on by the humiliation of having to continually shit herself in her panties. He had cuffed her wrists behind her with the chain tied to her gag, holding her arms so far up her back that she was unable to push down her panties to relieve herself. Soon her panties were soaked with diarrhoea, which Peter left her to wear for the entire 24 hours she was cuffed. Lois had to crouch in the corner to avoid getting her shit on everything down there. Boy did she smell bad afterwards but the only pain she felt was from the aching in her arms from being restrained behind her for a day.
But now she would welcome unconsciousness as a respite from the pain, even though it might kill her. If she rolled onto her front, she would almost certainly suffocate, as the gag would get so tight that she just would not be able to breathe. So perhaps best not to be unconscious, Lois thought.
The first rays of dawn were coming through the window. It was hard to keep track of time but she must have been tied like this for a few hours. It felt like several days. But she was still alive. The pain wasn’t any less but also it wasn’t any worse. Lois could cope with it. She would survive but probably be crippled for days. Her wrists and arms must have suffered nerve damage. Should she get a divorce from Peter? Could ever trust him after this? But she couldn’t deny that she’d never been more helpless and alive than she was now. If Peter fucked her now, her orgasm would be an earthquake, agony and ecstasy combined.
It was now quite bright in Meg’s room. The door opened. At last, it was Peter to fuck her!
But instead it was Meg who came in. But Meg was supposed to be at her parents. Wasn’t she? Meg was dressed in the slutty cat outfit she’d worn at last year’s Halloween. She’d lost weight since then and now the outfit looked good on her, especially the short little skirt. Meg turned on the light and peered at her mother through her large glasses.
“So what have we here?”
“My skanky MILF mother getting what she deserves. That’s what”
Meg had gone to her grandparents but she’d excused herself pretty soon and rushed back to Quahog. The week before, Peter had asked her what she wanted for her birthday and she’d said a chance to get back at Lois. Why should she put up with all the crap that Lois gave her? Her mother had been making her life miserable for years and she was entitled to some payback. So they’d cooked up this little ruse to trick her. And it had worked! Now the bitch was tied up and at her mercy.
When she saw it was Meg, Lois couldn’t believe her eyes. Even if she hadn’t been tightly gagged, Lois would have been speechless. Mummpphh was the best she could do, eventually. Meg squatted down and took a handful of Lois’s hair so that she could twist her head around to look at her full in the face.
“You know, Mommy Dearest, daddy asked me what I wanted for my birthday. And this is it. You tied up in your little bikini panties that you like so much”
“You’re supposed to love me, you’re supposed to care for me and support me. But no, you’re too busy trying to make out with my boyfriends, flashing some cleavage or panties to distract them from me!”
“Well now you’re going to suffer, mommy. A lot”
Meg produced a large kitchen knife and ran its blade over her mother’s swollen tits, which were now quite discolored thanks to being bound up for several hours. Lois shivered and whimpered. But instead, Meg briskly turned Lois onto her front and cut the cords that joined her wrists to her ankles. Lois roared in agony as her constricted muscles returned to a more normal position. Lois flopped around like a just-caught fish, biting down on the ball gag and spewing spittle into the carpet. Her arms still remained tightly bound behind her back and her ankles tied, so she was still at Meg’s mercy, but she was no longer hogtied.
Meg removed the gag from her mother and kissed her full on the lips. She pushed her tongue into Lois’s mouth. Almost despite herself, Lois responded and they kissed with open mouths. After a minute, Meg broke off the kiss and spat into Lois’s mouth. What a low slut, she’d even try to get off with her own daughter to save herself!
“Meg, please ...”, Lois croaked.
Lois could hardly speak. Her mouth was incredibly dry and she was dehydrated. Meg picked up a mug on her dresser, stuck it under her mini-skirt, squatted down and pissed into it. She held Lois’s head and forced her to drink it. Lois didn’t need much forcing. She was extremely thirsty and unhesitatingly drank the warm piss, trying not to taste it as it went down.
“Sweetheart ..... Your father’s taught me a good lesson. And I deserved to be tied up like this. I know I’ve treated you badly. I’ll be a better mom from now on. You’ll see. If you’ll just untie me and help me clean myself, everything will be just fine again. How about a mom funded shopping trip to the mall?”
Lois’s voice was recovering in confidence and strength. By the end of her little speech it had almost returned to the annoying, self possessed nasal whine that Meg hated so much.
But Mommy Dearest wasn’t going to be able to talk herself out of this one, as she’d managed to do when she was caught smooching Meg’s boyfriend. And it wasn’t just the smooching. Lois was topless and in her panties. She would have fucked him if Meg hadn’t come in. She’d even written down her menstrual cycle for him! So he could fuck her without a condom! How skanky could you get?
No. Lois wasn’t going to get away with it this time. That red haired bitch was going to suffer this time.
“Daddy can you help me carry this skanky whore down to the basement?”
After a few moments, Peter popped his head around the door.
“Sure thing, honey. Do you want me to do anything with her tits? They look pretty bad”
To tell the truth, Lois’s breasts did look pretty disgusting. They had turned almost purple. Peter brought out a small pocket knife to cut the twine binding them and removed the nipple clamps. As the blood returned to her tits, she mewled.
Peter and Meg got Lois to her feet. Thanks to the hours tied up, Lois couldn’t stand on her own, so had to be supported as they dragged her down to the basement. Once in the basement, Peter sat her on a wooden bar stool. Her arms were still tightly bound behind her back so she kept her balance on the stool by pressing her bound ankles against one of its rungs. Her shoulders were badly bruised and hurt like hell. She tried moving her wrists but it was so painful to do so that she didn’t try it again.
At the point, Meg hadn’t really decided what she wanted to do with her mother. The thing that hardened her attitude was Lois’s big mouth. Lois thought that she could charm her way out of it by sweet talking Peter, and now that she was wasn’t gagged any more, Lois started.
“I’ve learnt my lesson, Peter. You punished me and I know I was so, so wrong in how I’ve treated Meg. I drank her piss. I did that to show that I’ve changed. I’m not the stuck up little rich girl any more. I’ll treat my daughter right in future. You’ll see a new Lois Griffin from now on”
As she was speaking Lois turned her big beautiful eyes onto Peter, trying her best to look sad, remorseful and submissive all at the same time. The bound bitch certainly looked fucking hot and Peter found his cock stiffening. But Lois’s wiles weren’t going to work so easily on Meg.
“Will that new Lois Griffin eat her daughter’s shit?” asked Meg.
Lois looked aghast at the suggestion. Sure, she eaten shit before to get some prime cock, what girl hadn’t? But dumpy little Meg’s shit? No way. Lois had her standards. Not many, when she was on the hunt for cock, but she did have them.
“No Meg, sweetheart .... not that. I’ll do anything to make my Meg happy, but not that”
“But mommy, that’s how you can make me happy. And it’s not like you’ve not done it before”
“Yeah”, said Peter, “you’ve eaten shit before when you were in college”
“Please Peter, I don’t do that anymore. That was when I used to take coke and I’m not like that anymore. Don’t make me ....” and her voice trailed away into sobbing, which was only half genuine. Lois cocked her eye to check on the effect it was having but unfortunately Meg spotted her.
“You bitch” Meg cried as she hit her mother hard in the face with her fist. Lois would have fallen off the stool if Peter hadn’t supported her. “Dad, she’s doing it again. Trying to get out of it as she always does”
“Well you’re going to eat my shit you fucking whore”
Meg squatted over a potty. After emitting a few farts, she managed to push out several soft turds.
“Time for your meal, mommy”
Lois shut her mouth tight so Peter squeezed her nose shut to force her to open her mouth. Lois desperately tried to breathe through her nose but Peter’s grip was too tight and she couldn’t. She tried to shake her head to loosen his grip but it didn’t work. With her arms bound behind her there was a limit to how much she could resist him. Her chest got tighter and tighter until she could hold her breath no more and opened her mouth to gulp in air. But Meg was ready. Before Lois could shut her mouth again, Meg had forced two large turds into her mouth and held her mother’s jaw. The shit was mashed between her tongue and the roof her mouth and the disgusting taste of it hit her like a punch. Lois tried not to swallow the muck. But the saliva in her mouth started to liquefy it making swallowing it unavoidable.
“Swallow it, mommy, swallow it”
In the end Lois had no choice but to swallow her daughter’s shit. She felt it burn as it went down her throat. She gagged and vomited some of it back into her mouth, but Meg would not let her spit the vomit out so poor Lois had to swallow the shit for a second time.
When Lois had been dating Jerome back in her college days, she used to suck his shit. It had always been disgusting and vile but for a cock the size of Jerome’s, a girl was prepared to go the extra mile. Of course, it also helped to be stoned, which Lois usually was in those days.
“Now for the rest, mommy”
Meg stuffed her mother’s mouth with as much shit as she could fit in, and forced her to close her mouth. Some of the shit dribbled out of Lois’s mouth. Her mouth bulged liked a chipmunk’s. She shook her head to dislodge Meg’s grip but it didn’t work. After a couple of minutes the shit was liquefying in Lois’s mouth and she swallowed most of it.
Lois again vomited. Meg patiently scooped up as much of the vomit as she could and fed her it back to her mother.
Finally, Meg rubbed the ball gag with her shit and then gagged Lois with it. She poured the remaining shit onto her mother’s hair and rubbed it into her eyes and face and smeared the last bits of it over her breasts and belly. Meg took some photos of the tied up housewife covered in shit.
“This is going to be the wallpaper on my computer, Mommy Dearest”
Peter had fashioned some cord into a simple noose. He slipped it over Lois’s neck and looped the other end over a hook in the ceiling. He drew the cord tight so that Lois was forced to sit bolt upright on the stool.
“With your hands tied behind you and all, we didn’t want you to fall off the stool. This will stop you from falling”
Meg took some more photos of Lois with the noose around her neck.
“Come on daddy. Let’s leave this cunt to stew”
If Lois slipped now, she would strangle slowly on the cord. With Peter and Meg gone, she wondered how long they would leave her here. Did they want to kill her? The taste of the shit in her mouth was unbelievable and she wanted to throw up again. But if she did she would slip and would strangle to death in agony. Lois tried to keep calm but it wasn’t easy. They had left a mirror in the room positioned so that she could see herself. She couldn’t see her arms at all, as her elbows were still pinned together behind her back. All she could see was the bunched muscles of her shoulders straining against the tight cords which held her arms behind her. Would she ever see her arms again?
The mirror showed the utterly degraded housewife, covered in her daughter’s shit. The noose forced Lois to hold herself erect and her tits looked damned perky. If it weren’t for the fact that a moment’s lack of concentration would cause her to slip and die horribly, Lois thought she looked damned hot - just how a shamed MILF should look. Not bad for a 42 year old mother with an 18 year old daughter. Lois was feeling turned on again. If she survived this, she could get a job as an extreme bondage model. Lois thought that would be cool.
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