Force Feeding Story Novels & Stories

As she said i can't claim to be their father without any proof. While we were talking, their maid have already finished cooking their food and was trying to feed the boys. After 30 minutes without any results, she gave everybody a chance to feed them but the result won't change. They really had a good and interesting up bringing " they wouldn't eat, they don't know you, Pass me the spoon." She claims Instead I called their maid to feed them. They know her, she feeds then everyday. For sure they won't refuse. She tried but without any useful results.

She brought both breasts back to my penis and wet them again, and brought them back to my mouth. The next moment, she straddled me again, and checked my bondage's for tightness. I could definitely not move my hands or my legs. "Do you know what I read recently?" "No, what?" "I read a story that you posted online. It was called 'I want you to feed me'." I stared blankly,I'd forgotten that she read my sex stories online, sometimes, especially this one. "Uhhh yes well..." "Do you remember writing the story, do you remember what it was about?" As she questioned me, she was humping her open pûssy over the head and shaft of my cock.

The man rubbed his head totally unimpressed with my actions then he removed the lid that covered the food. " Open up or I will make you." He said harshly and I shook my head. " The latter I see." It was clear enough that his control had slipped off and he forcefully pulled me towards him and pushed my cheeks till he had my mouth wide open then he forced the food down my throat not allowing me a second to chew on the food. Tears filled my eyes as I was forced to swallow.

"Let's get you fed." I didn't argue. Couldn't argue. Could barely even walk. But I definitely didn't hate when he was practical. After we dried off and dressed, we headed to the dining table, and there were different food already packed for the both of us. Thorne piled food onto my plate. "That's too much," I protested. "You barely ate yesterday," he countered. "You're eating all of this or I'm force-feeding you. Your choice." "Has anyone ever told you you're terrible at asking nicely?"

Must have unlimited patients stock. "Sir, let's finish the food. If you eat only a little, how can you recover, sir!?" I persuaded. I handed another tray of food with legs in front of him. He gave code that he didn't want to while showing his neck. It hurts, but if you don't force it will be more risky. "You must eat sir! I will feed it. And, it must be finished. I added more broth! So it’s easier to swallow!" I forced while thrusting a spoonful of porridge in front of him. Reluctantly he ate and swallowed it.

She ate three more spoonfuls but the whole food came out of her mouth with force and fell on the floor. "Okay darling, you don't have to force yourself to eat this. I promise I'll make it up to you tomorrow" he said putting the glass of water to her lips. But after sipping a little, she went back to eating, forcing the food down her throat. She ate voraciously and violently.

I struggled against his solid grip, but he continued pouring the soup into my mouth, refusing to let me savor the taste. Silvia's happy face came into sight, her eyes burning with satisfaction. "Yes, boss," she rumbled. "Feed it to her instead, she is a baby after all." I choked and sputtered, the hot liquid burning my tongue, but Deangelo showed no mercy, determined to force-feed me until I had no choice but to swallow.

“I'd like that. I don't like the way my mus is staring at me. it's creepy.” I giggled softly. “Mum, Ade and I would like to be excused. We have a school project, so we would be going to my room. Can you please ask the maids to bring some snacks up to my room?” “Alright love. My eyes are on you guys.” Ade laughed. ✍︎✍︎✍︎✍︎ “Your mum is really funny.” “Yeah. I know right?” “I forgot to ask you something. What happened between Christabel and Jeff? It seemed as though they had some sort of bad blood between them.”

my papa says handing me a sippy cup of blood in it, my dinner, the thing I don't like drinking. "I'm not hungry" I lie, I was hungry, I didn't have any lunch, and haven't had any blood in few days now, which isn't good. "Try to eat a bit for me baby" dad says, holding me tight in his arms, pushing the cup in my hands, helping me take the first sip, it's only the first sip that got me to start drinking, me and Andy are the same when it comes to eating, they might force the first sip on us, but once we start, we'll drink the whole thing on our own. And that was the case with me again, I drank the whole thing, I was starving, with dad holding me, I didn't want to stop, their encouragement, had

That way, her back is hugging his and he could hold her while feeding. "Drink" he scooped a spoon full of chicken soup into a spoon and pushed it infront of her mouth. She doesn't want to drink, as it is causing even more discomfort in her stomach. "No" she spoke faintly, and turned her face away, refusing to eat. He sighed heavily. He knows what is happening to her and how she was feeling. Because he used to feel the same way when his father refused to feed him when his brother was not around. He used to go with out food and water for days at an end. He shook that memory off and concentrated on the woman in his arms. He drank a mouthful of soup himself and grabbed her cheeks tightly. He lea