Brian finally, slowly, awoke from his pipe-induced slumber. The dog first regained his nerves and the sudden pounding headache was the immediate and overwhelming feeling. Poor Brian moaned loudly in agony, his head badly bruise and temple throbbing from the lead pipe that Meg had swiftly whacked him across the back of the head with. Once he could feel, Brian could see again, eyes fluttering open to find himself in Meg’s room, with the half-naked girl in front of him.
“Hello Brian.” She cooed seductively, clothed in only a bra and ill-fitting panties. She stroked the side of the Lab’s head, kissing his nose as he could only whimper in response.
“Meg…Why did you do this? Let me go!” The small dog whimpered; raising his voice hurt a great deal thanks to his headache. Brian tugged, trying to free himself but found his arms and legs tied down well, barely able to move them as the rope burned into his fur. He gasped out in pain, the sight of “sexy” Meg in front of him making him queasy
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“Oh no my love! You aren’t going anywhere Brian. Nobody’s home so it’ll be just you…” She walked her fingers up from his neck to his nose. “And me. You’ll worship me by the end of this weekend Brian.” Meg sounded seriously and yet calm, scarily calm. She stood up now, no longer laying on her side, turning around to let Brian gaze on that phat ass. “You like it cutie?” She asked rhetorically shaking the phattie she had no doubt inherited from Peter.
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