Force Feeding Story Novels & Stories

“I’d make him dinner and he’d just sit there staring at his plate like it personally offended him, wouldn’t take a single bite no matter what I said or how much I begged.” Kai is still watching me but he hasn’t told me to leave yet, so I keep going. “I had to make up these elaborate stories just to get him to eat. Like his fork was a spaceship and the broccoli was an alien planet and if he didn’t rescue the astronauts trapped inside, they’d be stuck there forever.”

she will be protected from them. "A.. Are.. you sure?" A voice asked fearfully. "Ye… yes no.. no.. one… would know." "Mum… mummy I do... don't want to ha..hab it," A beautiful little girl replied crying… "Sweetheart, it's not gonna hurt you. All you just need to do is drink it." A beautiful woman holding the baby forced her to drink it. "No…. no," the baby tried to push it away, when her mum see she won't take it, her mum forced her hand and leg together along with the other lady to take…

I chew forcefully with a mouthful, that usually isn’t the size of the bite portion I take, making me wonder if he intends to have me choke on the food or something. Before I have time to swallow that, he cuts out another too-big-of-bite-size of a different meal, pushing it down my throat. Shaking my head, I cough, my eyes watering at the surprisingly spice level. I reach for a glass of water, and he grabs it before I do. Pressing the cup to my mouth instead, he gives me more water than I would naturally drink, despite trying to get him to stop. He drops the half-empty glass, then goes back to force feeding me. I try to keep up with his pace, and bite portion, my throat hurts, but my chest hu

-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.

he said angrily "Anyway, I foolishly believed her and I fasted, I killed nothing, even when I see something as little as an ant, I was careful not to kill it, for 100 days, I didn't focus on my family, my focus was on the fast, trying to make sure I killed absolutely nothing. On the 100th day of the fast, Alfred found us, he found our whereabouts and I saw them coming, I saw him coming with his men, I wanted to go attack him, to stop then from getting to our home but I stopped myself, it was the last day of my fast, I just had to pull through this day and I'll be strong enough, strong enough to kill all of them and perhaps, the goddess was going protect us, I just had to trust her and she wi

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.