Force Feeding Story Novels & Stories

-KAREN MILLER POV Arley holds my hair while I have my head tilted towards the toilet, where I pour all the food. “You ate too much, Karen,” she complains. I mumble, unable to contain the vomit that passes through my throat so strongly. “I think it’s over,” I say without feeling any more pressure in my stomach. I sit carefully on the floor, facing Arley who has her attention on me. “Did you have enough time with Anthony?” she asked, leaning against the wall.

“You don't want to eat? Let me feed you!" Nash's voice was so heavy and burned my heart. His hand pushed my head towards the floor, I held it as hard as I could by looking at him without fear. However, Nash's strength was no match for me, who was weak. Slowly but surely, my head went down and stuck to the floor which was dirty because of the spilled porridge I threw. "EAT!" Nash shouted and told me to eat the dirty porridge. His hand continued to press my head and forced me to stick out my tongue. I'm reluctant to do such a disgusting thing. But Nash will not stop until his wish comes true. I was in so much pain, that my tears wouldn't stop coming out.

"Are you a cat? You can't be full after just that much." "But I really am full!" Phoebe protested. She had always eaten very little, and lately, with all that had been going on, her appetite had been poor. Maybe it was the stress—her emotions were affecting her hunger. "Finish this all!" he insisted, his tone leaving no room for argument. Under his pressure, Phoebe reluctantly picked up her fork and finished most of the food on the table. By the time the meal was over, she was stuffed. She slumped back in her chair, glaring at Alexander. Was he trying to make her burst? She had told him she wasn't hungry, but he had forced her to eat so much!

This was not the time for stories but if we couldn't find our way out, we might have to deal with the stories. “The first week, I cried and wouldn't eat. Nothing made sense. They kept force feeding me stale and tasteless food. One night, one of the doctors tried to touch me inappropriately and I stabbed his eyes with a surgical knife. They threw me into one of these padded rooms. I wasn't fed for days and…” She shuddered and I could tell she was actively reliving those days. I wanted to be sorry for her. To sympathise with her but it was Valerie. She had just asked them to leave me to the monsters.

A part of her was scared for getting dump after they've had so much sex, so she was trying to hint him into proposing to her. The only way to make him listen to her was rejecting him when he was hungry for her body, because he would be willing to hit his head on the wall for her, if she made the request when he was in the mood….. The novel has lots of mature content, that can be blend into something not so R18, but still have the erotic feel. The audience started making requests for the novel to be made into a movie and hinting on how they will be ready to sell their soul to watch it, if he was the male lead.

I yelled "It was my mother!!!" he yelled back "It was all part of the maniacal trainings I got from her, she forced me, she forced me to kill the innocent" he said "No one can force you to kill when you don't want to, you....." "Oh you don't know how vicious my parents are, even to me. All my father cared for was finding ways to over throw his own sister cause he thought she wasn't fitted to be the Luna of the pack and all my mother cared about was making me strong so I could succeed my father one day. She'll take me to the barn and make me kill the erring servants she tied up there, I was just 10 Brianna, I'd cry and run telling them I don't want to kill anyone, I don't want to be strong bu

Can it? “Seriously?” He asked. “You need to eat now.” He said after giving her a hard look. He moved back, grabbed the food and dropped it in between them. He told her to open her mouth as he started feeding her. Brinda couldn't stop smiling and laughing as she enjoyed getting fed since the death of her mother. She also playfully fed Francesco who at first didn't want to eat from her but he had no choice than to eat. She forced the food down his throat and he kinda liked it.

He forced my mouth open and slipped the fruit inside. “Swallow, bunny. Or I’ll make you. You think denying food will make me let you go? It only makes me want to tie you down and force every bite between those pretty lips.” I chewed angrily with tears stinging my eyes. He continued feeding me bite after bite, his fingers brushing my lips deliberately, his gaze never leaving mine. The act felt intimate and humiliating at the same time. “You’re disgusting,” I whispered between bites, voice trembling with rage and leftover fever. “Forcing me like this. Treating me like a pet.”

The words hit me like a punch to the gut. "An heir?" I stalked to the bar, grabbed a crystal glass, and threw it at him. "You want an heir?" It shattered at his feet. I stormed into the bedroom, grabbed the reports from that afternoon, and threw them at his chest. "You know what this is? Birth control! The 'folic acid' you've been giving me is birth control!" My voice cracked, raw with fury. "And this—this is my medical report. You fed me poison for three years, Vincent! Three years! And now my doctor says I might never be able to have kids."

"Yes, I'm starving." He let the little girl in and served her food. She ate a lot, grabbing one thing after another. It looked like she hadn't been fed in a long time. "When was the last time you were fed?" he asked. "Yesterday," she said. "They said I couldn't eat unless I finished the exam. I finished the exam, but there was no food." "Eat more, but eat slowly." Victor's heart was breaking. The poor little girl was like him when he was being trained. The little girl was like Hannah Grace when her father made extreme demands.