BDSM Library - Lois Griffin in Trouble

Lois Griffin in Trouble

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Synopsis: This is the first part of a Lois Griffin hard bondage story. It is based on the Family Guy animated series and assumes a knowledge of who Lois, Meg and Peter are and their character quirks. All these characters are over 18 on the show. The writers of FG have shown that Lois can be a kinky slut and this story takes that to the extreme. Check out the story codes and believe them. The first part starts out pretty tame but it will get much worse for Lois. Don't say you weren't warned.

Lois Griffin sat on the edge of the bed. Her wrists had been tied very tightly together behind her back, her ankles lashed together and she was gagged securely with a red ball gag that forced her mouth open. Apart from snug little string bikini panties, she was naked. Her husband, Peter, was in the en-suite bathroom gargling after brushing his teeth.

Their children, Meg, Chris and baby Stewie, had been sent to Loiss parents for the weekend. Brian was on a writers retreat. It was just Peter and Lois in the house that weekend, giving them an opportunity to experiment in their sex lives. Not that being tied up by Peter was new to Lois. Even when theyd been dating, Lois insisted on it and Peter was happy to oblige. Not like those stuffed shirts at the Country Club. Theyd been happy to dip their wicks in Loose Lois but they wouldnt tie her up or hurt her when she asked - just in case the National Enquirer found out about it when theyd become a big shot. Peter had no such inhibitions. It was one of the reasons why shed fell in love with him and married him.

But Lois wasnt a teenager anymore. She was 42 and had an 18 year old daughter. She wore her 42 years well. The bloom of her youth might have faded a little but she was still a very fine looking woman, with nice hips and curves, and a good pair of tits. Most men thought no, all men thought she was much hotter than her daughter and Lois never neglected to taunt Meg about it.

Meg was so needy and insecure, so plain and awkward. Lois sometimes wondered how such a girl could be her daughter. She was a hindrance and Lois didnt mind too much about hurting her. Of course, all Megs faults would corrected by maturity, but Lois couldnt and wouldnt see it, and had grown to despise her daughter.

Lois wondered what Meg would think if she could see her now. Bound hand and foot and ready to be ravished. Probably jealous that her mother could still get more cock than her! Peter emerged from the bathroom and checked her hands. Hed used over 30 loops of cord and lashed them down with all the force he could, which was a lot. Shed been tied for only 15 minutes but Lois was already losing feeling in her hands. She could hardly twist her hands let alone free them. “Sweet” giggled Peter as he noted that his wife was completely helpless and would stay that way for hours more.

That was just how Lois liked it. Although she was an independent and intelligent woman really far too good for a fat stupid slob like Peter she needed to be dominated at times. She liked being hurt. She had let Brian spank her in her panties to show Cleveland how women wanted a forceful man. When Peter had accidently shot her, she insisted he stuck his finger in the wound to make it hurt more. And she liked being bound helpless. She preferred to have her hands tied or cuffed behind her as it gave her a real sense of helplessness. A girl couldnt even cover up her titties when tied like that.

Lois was a real MILF a mom I like to fuck perhaps a bit like Mrs Robinson in that move The Graduate. But instead of Anne Bancrofts nose, Lois had an oddly shaped triangular nose rather like Dustin Hoffmans! But it didnt diminish her hotness in the slightest. Although she generally wore a soccer moms outfit around the house, a green blouse and tan pants - which usually showed her panty line - she was more adventurous in her evening wear. She liked tight tops that showed her cleavage and the line of her breasts and she liked to wear short skirts that showed off her toned legs. You could tell the difference between their personalities by the difference in the kind of underwear that Lois and her daughter wore, which she would always tease Meg about.

“Hey Peter, I hung Megs panties on the line and the guys think its flag day again”; or,

“Hey Meg, I prefer to wear bikini panties that just cover my snatch and ass and you wear big unattractive mom panties. How weird is that?”

At times like these, Meg would just seethe. That nasal, superior voice of her mothers -full of pretend care for her daughter. It could make the most dutiful daughter homicidal. But Meg was away in Newport at her parents mansion. There was no chance of Meg being offended by all the cock that her mother would be getting tonight. And Lois was looking forward to the sense of release that would come from being tied up all night and fucked rough.

Peter undid her gag and pressed the tip of his cock to Loiss lips. Obediently she started sucking on it. Peters cock tasted of piss he never bothered to clean it before expecting Lois to suck it. Lois didnt mind too much. It was all part of her submission to him. Peter stood in front of Lois, his cock stiffening as she sucked it gently. With her hands tied behind her, it was a little difficult for Lois to keep upright so Peter steadied her by holding her shoulders. Loose Lois was a good cocksucker and pretty soon Peter was about to come. Lois obligingly opened her mouth so that he could ejaculate onto her tongue. After he came, a little dribble of piss followed, all of which Lois swallowed, opening her mouth to show that it was all gone.

“You are such a good little cocksucker ”

“Well Peter thats my pleasure”

“Would you ever be a shit sucker too?”

“Well .... what?!?”, Lois giggled uncertainly, “You know I havent done that in years”

Lois thought back to her college days when shed probed Jeromes ass hole with her tongue and much nastier things as well.

“ Well see sweetheart. Now gag me and fuck me, fat ass!”

And with that Peter pushed the ball gag into Loiss mouth and did it up just about as tightly as he could. Lois felt as though her jaw would break. She couldnt even grunt. All she could do was drool onto her bare breasts. Peter pushed her down on to the bed so that her tied hands caught painfully behind her. He eased down her little string panties to reveal her cunt, shaved so that he was cleared for landing. Despite three children, Loose Lois still had a nice tight cunt. Peter stuck his finger into it and wiggled it around. It contracted around his finger. As it would take a while before he was ready to come again, he thought he would play with Lois before he fucked her.

He applied bulldog clips to her nipples, really tight ones with sharp teeth, two to each nipple. Lois winced as he clipped them onto her breasts. Then Peter did something hed never done before, he hit Lois in the belly, just above her cunt. And again and again. Lois gasped, more frightened that badly hurt. This session was going in a new direction and she wasnt sure she liked it. Peter and Lois never used a safe word in their games as Lois used to say that they were for wusses. Not that a safe word would have helped her, as Lois couldnt utter a word, the gag was just too tight. All she could do was shake her head. But Peter wasnt interested.

“Now ya little whore, lets see what you make of this”

Peter produced a brass bristled cleaning brush for a large bore shotgun, an 8 bore, which made it as wide as Peters cock when fully stiff. He inserted it in Loiss cunt and started pushing it up and down. Lois was beside herself. What the hell did Peter think he was doing? She tried to wriggle away, but with her hands tied behind her back, it was hopeless. Lois just had to lie there and take the assault. It didnt take long for the brush to cut into the delicate walls of her vagina and for blood to trickle out of it.

“You look ready to fuck darling wife”

Peter untied her ankles and pushed her legs up so that he could mount her. After the assault with the brush, even Peters cock inside her hurt like holy hell, and she struggled like mad as he fucked her. Lois was now frightened. Peter had always been rough with her but not like this. It took Peter a bit more work this time to come, and there was lot of up and down pummelling before he managed to come into his squirming wife.

“That wasnt much fun. You didnt even move ya bitch”

He squeezed the clamps on her nipples, letting the blood flow back in, and then letting them snap shut. Lois would have yelled in pain but the gag stopped her emitting anything but a dull grunt. He continued snapping the clips as Lois writhed beneath him.


“Your titties are hurting, arent they, sweetie pie?”

“You should try harder to please your husband”

Peter continued playing with the clamps on Loiss nipples. After about five minutes Peter got bored and he wasnt getting such a response from his bound wife anymore. She was just lying there, panting and possibly about to cry. The crocodile clips had torn into her nipples and there was blood on her breasts.

Grabbing her roughly by the hair, Peter dragged Lois into a standing position in front of the full length mirror in their bedroom. She could see that the blood from her damaged cunt had tricked down her inside leg and had been smudged by Peters energetic fucking. The bleeding from her nipples had smeared her breasts.

“Now thats what you get for not giving your husband a good enough time”

Peter shook her roughly as he was saying it.

“What do you have to say, sweetheart?”

He uncoupled the gag, allowing Lois to gasp in air. Her jaw ached so much and her mouth was so dry that it took a moment to make any sound. Almost despite herself, Lois was beginning to get excited by this gear change in their love making and her fear was subsiding.

“Sorry Peter. Ive just been a stuck up bitch all week”

Her excitement made her goad Peter to go a bit further

“Im a stuck up whore. You should punish me for it. Really punish me. ”

It was a bit of a risk. Peter was very strong and not very clever. He could go too far and really damage her this time. But Lois was feeling wired and wanted to push it. She was sure she could take anything Peter could do to her. It wasnt unusual for Lois to have her hands tied or cuffed behind her for ten hours or more. It was uncomfortable but the submission and helplessness always gave her a thrill.

Peter pushed Lois tit side first on to the bed. Taking a length of cord, Peter started to tie Loiss elbows together behind her back. Lois was a flexible woman but she wasnt so flexible that she could touch her elbows together without assistance. Peter had to help her by guiding the elbows together and then using multiple loops of cord to bind them close.

“Come on fat ass, you can tie me tighter than that “

Peter pulled so hard on the cord that it burned Loiss skin but he managed to force her elbows to touch. Peter finished off the tie by wrapping several loops of cord to cinch it, pulled tight and knotted it three times.

Despite her excitement, Lois couldnt help but cry out, as Peters last yank on the cord had almost dislocated her shoulders. To silence his wife, he pushed the ball gag back into her mouth and tightened it as much as he could.

Turning her over, Peter inspected his work. Loiss shoulders almost disappeared behind her where they were locked in place at the elbow and at the wrist. She couldnt move her arms an inch, let alone struggle. The binding forced out her breasts, making them even more prominent. Peter decided to restrict them further. He took some gardeners twine and bound it around each breast, so that the breast became compressed and started to darken almost straight away. Lois was still naked, but Peter thought she should be wearing her panties. He found them on the floor, and then threaded them through her legs and pushed them up onto her full ass.

“Almost done my darling wife”

Peter tied Loiss ankles together at an angle so that it was impossible for her to close her legs. He used a new length of cord to tie her ankles to her wrists. He pulled as hard as he could so that Loiss ankles were touching her wrists, which forced her body into a pronounced arch. The hogtied complete, Peter considered his wife was ready for the real punishment.

Lois was in agony. She would have yelled if the gag was not so efficient. The muscles in her shoulders screamed and every breath made her back hurt. How long was Peter going to leave her tied like this? Perhaps shed pushed the dumb ox too far this time and shed end up being crippled for life. Or she might die. But it was too late to resist. However hard she grunted or shook her head, Peter would not loosen her bondage. Despite her fear and pain, Lois was still excited and wondered how long she could take it.

Lois felt herself being picked up and carried somewhere. She was dumped on the floor and lay on her side, panting from the sheer exertion needed to breathe. If she had been left on her belly she was sure she would suffocate, as the gag would become so tight that breathing would be impossible.

“This is Megs room. Your daughter Megs room.”

The tone of Peters voice changed. It became slow and deliberate. Difficult though it was for him, he was trying to be serious. Lois became very worried again.

“You really dont like her. And I think thats really unfair. You are her mother and you are supposed to love her but you dont.”

Peter fished into Megs laundry basket and pulled out one of her soiled panties. Peter wiped its shit smeared crotch over his wifes nose.

“You really deserve to suffer for how you treat Meg. Youre going to spend the entire night tied up in her bedroom”

“I hope you learn your lesson”

Peter pissed on Loiss face. He went out and closed the door, leaving Lois alone on the floor in her daughters bedroom, her face dripping with her husbands piss and her nose smeared with her daughters shit.

Lois Griffin lay hogtied on the floor in Megs 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 Megs 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 didnt 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 wasnt any less but also it wasnt 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 couldnt deny that shed 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 Megs 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.  Wasnt she?  Meg was dressed in the slutty cat outfit shed worn at last years Halloween.   Shed 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.  Thats what”

Meg had gone to her grandparents but shed excused herself pretty soon and rushed back to Quahog.  The week before, Peter had asked her what she wanted for her birthday and shed 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 theyd 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 couldnt believe her eyes.  Even if she hadnt been tightly gagged, Lois would have been speechless.  Mummpphh was the best she could do, eventually.  Meg squatted down and took a handful of Loiss 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”

“Youre supposed to love me, youre supposed to care for me and support me.  But no, youre too busy trying to make out with my boyfriends, flashing some cleavage or panties to distract them from me!”

“Well now youre going to suffer, mommy.   A lot”

Meg produced a large kitchen knife and ran its blade over her mothers 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 Megs 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 Loiss mouth.  Almost despite herself, Lois responded and they kissed with open mouths.  After a minute, Meg broke off the kiss and spat into Loiss mouth.  What a low slut, shed 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 Loiss head and forced her to drink it.  Lois didnt need much forcing.  She was extremely thirsty and unhesitatingly drank the warm piss, trying not to taste it as it went down. 

“Sweetheart ..... Your fathers taught me a good lesson. And I deserved to be tied up like this.  I know Ive treated you badly.  Ill be a better mom from now on.  Youll see.  If youll just untie me and help me clean myself, everything will be just fine again.  How about a mom funded shopping trip to the mall?”

Loiss 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 wasnt going to be able to talk herself out of this one, as shed managed to do when she was caught smooching Megs boyfriend.    And it wasnt just the smooching.  Lois was topless and in her panties.  She would have fucked him if Meg hadnt come in.    Shed even written down her menstrual cycle for him!  So he could fuck her without a condom!  How skanky could you get?

No.  Lois wasnt 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, Loiss 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 couldnt 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 didnt try it again.  

At the point, Meg hadnt really decided what she wanted to do with her mother.  The thing that hardened her attitude was Loiss big mouth.  Lois thought that she could charm her way out of it by sweet talking Peter, and now that she was wasnt gagged any more, Lois started.

“Ive learnt my lesson, Peter.  You punished me and I know I was so, so wrong in how Ive treated Meg.  I drank her piss.  I did that to show that Ive changed.  Im not the stuck up little rich girl any more.  Ill treat my daughter right in future.  Youll 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 Loiss wiles werent going to work so easily on Meg.

“Will that new Lois Griffin eat her daughters shit?” asked Meg.

Lois looked aghast at the suggestion.  Sure, she eaten shit before to get some prime cock, what girl hadnt?  But dumpy little Megs 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.  Ill do anything to make my Meg happy, but not that”

“But mommy, thats how you can make me happy.  And its not like youve not done it before”

“Yeah”, said Peter, “youve eaten shit before when you were in college”

“Please Peter, I dont do that anymore.  That was when I used to take coke and Im not like that anymore.  Dont 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 hadnt supported her.  “Dad, shes doing it again.  Trying to get out of it as she always does”

“Well youre 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 Peters grip was too tight and she couldnt.  She tried to shake her head to loosen his grip but it didnt 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 mothers 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 daughters 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 Jeromes, 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 mothers mouth with as much shit as she could fit in, and forced her to close her mouth.  Some of the shit dribbled out of Loiss mouth.  Her mouth bulged liked a chipmunks.  She shook her head to dislodge Megs grip but it didnt work.  After a couple of minutes the shit was liquefying in Loiss 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 mothers 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 Loiss 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 didnt 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.  Lets 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 wasnt easy.  They had left a mirror in the room positioned so that she could see herself.  She couldnt 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 daughters shit. The noose forced Lois to hold herself erect and her tits looked damned perky.  If it werent for the fact that a moments 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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