Tiny Woman

My stomach went from a growling pain to a dull ache and the thirst was growing. By lunch the next day, the first Sunday I hadn’t attended Church in years…would I be missed? They wouldn’t find me anyway, not until it was too late. Once again we provided food for the witless males and the girls munched happily on food as I once again ignored my hunger. It won’t be long now.
Once again I was called into the boy’s dining room and called to stand in front of Jack. My fucking stomach had the nerve to growl right then and I had to suppress the urge to go punch something or someone. Jack merely smirked.
“Today, you get a choice,” he began as a few of the boys snickered, “You can eat or you can be force-fed.” I blanched at the idea but regained my footing. They don’t have the balls, I thought while glaring at him with narrowed eyes. Someone behind me pulled the gag from my mouth as a cup and plate full of food was pushed towards where I was standing. I didn’t even look at it. “Thought so.” Jack murmured and nodded to Chris.
In one swift movement, Chris had pulled me back onto his lap and held me there while strong arms tied my feet to the legs of the chair and my wrists to the arms of it. I bucked and groaned with drained energy trying to pull myself loose but Chris held me tightly be the waist. Finally subdued, or so they thought, I glared at Jack while he advanced on me with the cup in hand.
“You must be thirsty.” His eyes glinted steel as he held the cup to my lips, “Very thirsty. Drink.” he ordered. I will not give in! One of Chris’s hands that was snaked around my waist moved slowly up my side and around my head to hold my nose shut. Bastard! I bucked against his grip while panic threatened to over-ride my plans. Anything but suffocating- anything but that! And I might have held on longer if a random wiggle hadn’t landed me right on top of a massive erection sported by the man that held me. I let out a gasp and liquid was poured into my mouth.
FUCK! They can’t make me swallow, I thought and groaned at my own double-entandre. When had my mind gone to the gutter? Probably about the time I had a strong man holding me down on his lap which sported a nice erection. His hand went down to my mouth, ensuring I couldn’t spit the liquid out, his thumb wiping at the tears of frustration threatening to spill from my eyes. I swallowed, the sudden hydration adding to the amount of liquid I already seemed to be sporting in my pants. I only hoped he couldn’t tell. “Good girl” He murmured, caressing my throat as I swallowed. Jack cleared his throat, forgotten until that moment.
“Now, we can either go through that every single bite at every single meal….” He offered a bite of food this time, waiting for my reaction. Go ahead, I challenged. He leaned in close and said with a stage whisper, just loud enough for the boys to hear, “Or I can haul you off to a bed, tie you down and fuck you senseless. All the boys will have a turn and when we don’t have a cock shoved in your mouth, I’ll put a feeding tube down it and the only thing you’ll be eating is our cum and pureed food. The only time you’ll leave the room is to get whatever abomination you conceive sucked out of your abused cunt. How would you like that??” He glared at me and I stifled a cry at the abhorrent thought of killing a baby. He turned to Chris and the other boys and asked louder, “Who would like to fuck Tiny? Sounds like fun to me!”
The other boys expressed their enthusiasm and Chris slightly shifted his softening erection, obviously disgusted of the thought of actually fucking me. “What about you?” Jack asked Chris directly, who shifted in a more sexual way underneath me. “Oh she KNOWS how much I want to fuck her.” He breathed in my ear as the other boys laughed, his cock not stirring in the slightest. For some reason, the resounding rejection stung as much as the threat of killing any child I might conceive. I opened my mouth to accept the bite Jack still had poised at my lips.

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Tiny was the picture of obedience after that, eating and taking care of herself as necessary. Only one beating convinced her to address Jack as “Master” and the rest as “Sir”. In truth, the household had never run more smoothly than before Tiny had been in charge. Therefore, it was no great surprise to Jack when several of the boys came forward wanting to take Tiny as a wife.

A/N- please feed the artist's ego! lol