[M/F] [Non-Con] [Breeding] Charity Event

This is a story I wrote a few months back. It does have themes of non-consent, humiliation, some bondage, and other similar themes. It also has a fictions device my mind created to make choking in this story easier. This device doesn’t exist. Similar existing devices should
NOT be used for safe choking practices.

With that being said, sorry for any typos, hope you enjoy.

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At work you’ve heard about a private party going on, something that you hear only in whispers. It catches your attention because the whispers imply something risqué. You don’t know who is throwing the party, but it sounds like it may be run by one of the bank’s executives.

You can’t get the thought out of your head and you try your hardest to catch a whisper about who is throwing the event, or maybe where you can get a ticket.

After dinner, you mindlessly wash dishes, still not able to get the idea out of your mind. Your phone rings, it’s Tim. “Hey man, I had a thing I was going to go to tonight, something strange. Thing is, I’m with Jeanine now, so I’m gonna cancel. You interested in going?”

The idea excites you, thinking about every conversation you’d heard at work today. “Yeah man, I’ll go. Send me the address “.

Your phone chimes with the address, with a note that it’s specifically a suit and tie affair at a hotel with a convention center attached near the center of town.

You text your wife that your second job has called and you have to go, there’s been an emergency and you’ll likely be out all night working.

With your alibi ready, you get in your suit and grabs a change of clothes for “work”. Then you drive to the location. Tim sent another text, a password for you to get in. The Parking lot is blocked off and a valet stops you. “Sir?” He says, in a questioning tone. “Firehouse”, you say. His hand extends out to open your door, and an usher comes to your side guiding you inside.

The usher, using an open hand, extends it towards the bar area, where you see an open seat, blending in with the crowd. In front of you, rows of seats, you estimate at least 200.

At the front, a podium. After about 10 minutes, an older man in a black suit with a white shirt and gray tie walks forward. “Good evening everyone, thank you for participating in the 12th annual charity event. As usual, you’re generous donations have provided you with an evening of delights ahead. But first, a toast to you, our wonderful investors, for allowing us to rent out this hotel for the twelfth year in a row!” A round of applause erupting from the crowd, you clap slowly.

He continued, “I won’t take much of your time now, as I know you’re excited for your treats, you’ve each payed 2 grand for them(he winks and chuckles), so here’s a toast to you, and our wonderful charity for another fantastic year!”

With that, everyone raises their glasses and you follow suit, toasting to a job well done, in disbelief Tim would spend that much on a silly charity event.

As soon as the toast is finished, the usher from the valet comes and stands at your side. Each row of chairs has a line of ushers beside it, beginning to walk away with patrons. This must lead to the surprise he had alluded to.

Your usher tells you “This way, Mr. Gomez” and with an open hand points toward the hallway. You walk side by side in silence, your heart beating faster. You’re nervous, but you’re not fully sure *why*. You reach the elevator and see three other couples with ushers waiting. You climb in and your usher presses the 5th floor, the highest floor in the hotel. As the other patrons and ushers get off the elevator, you try to make small talk, but he sits in silence, you think there must be a rule to not talk.

You arrive on the 5th floor and realize the doors of some of the rooms have been blocked, every 5th room available. He walks you to the end of the hallway, a corner suite, suite 550. He hands you the room key, and turns to walk away.

You nervously hold the key in your hand and press it to the sensor, unlocking the door. As you walk in the room you notice something very strange – the walls have been retrofitted with soundproofing panels. Something odd. You’ve stayed here before and this was definitely not a feature.

In the kitchen of the suite, you see a full charcuterie board, as well as a chocolate dipped fruit basket. A bartender is also available, and asks what you’d like to drink.

“Rum and coke, please” you say, and as he hands you your drink, you decide to further explore the suite.

Inside the living room everything was standard, the windows were tinted, and you could see the city lights shining through. “Good ol’ Reno”, you thought. You holler back to the kitchen and ask your private bartender, “so what is this about?”

No response.

You check back in the kitchen and realize he’s gone, but he’s left a second rum and coke with a card “call ext 9 if you’d like another”.

“Well,” you think to yourself, “Might as well enjoy spending Tim’s money”.

Moving to the Pièce de résistance, you walk into the suite, and that’s when you see *her*.

Blindfolded and tied to the bed, she has headphones in. She has no idea what’s going on. She has reddish brown hair and pale, freckled skin. She’s wearing absolutely nothing. Her perfect pink nipples are pointed. “Hello…?” She says, shakily, almost as if she sensed your presence.

Your eyes are still, taking in everything that was just laid in front of you on a platter. Bewildered you think to yourself “fuck, Tim” and thank your lucky stars he met Jeanine when he did, or you would’ve missed this opportunity.

You take off your shoes at the foot of the bed. You see to your right, on top of a short credenza, a leather roll of different equipment. You see canes, cattails, riding crops, tape, synthetic rope, various vibrators, wands, butt plugs, nipple clamps, anything that anyone could possibly need to live out their fantasies.

You move to the bed and see that her ankles are bound in traditional cuffs with a soft inner hem, and you hear her. “Please, no, please! I don’t know where I am, please just help me!”

You take your index and middle finger and touch her ankle, causing her to fight against her restraints, but to no avail.

Moving slowly, your fingers slide up the inner side of her right leg, moving slowly, you hear her breath hitching as you pass her knee, moving even slower toward her thigh and her perfectly shaved pussy.

She starts shouting random facts about herself “my name is Zoey, I’m from North Carolina…” before she can finish, you cover her mouth with your right hand. Removing your hand from her though, you lift up the headphones and whisper, “I’m going to show you what *real* pleasure feels like, Zoey. But if you won’t keep quiet, I will gag you.”

Removing your hand from her mouth, you return your left two fingers to her thigh. She’s scared, her breathing shaky. As your hand comes to her beautiful pussy, she starts to writhe again, letting out a scream, clearly not understanding your instruction.

You take your two fingers and push them up, between the lips of her pussy, and you feel that she is absolutely DRENCHED. Spreading apart your pointer and middle finger, you expose her clit, and with your right hand, give it the hardest smack you can.

You hear her scream as she begins to cry from the sensation. You follow the pattern of her breaths and as she exhales after her scream, you lower your neck and lick her pussy, tasting her sweet juices, causing her scream to turn to a moan as she feels the shivers run down her back.

Removing both of your hands and sitting up a little, you put your right hand over her mouth and use your left hand to remove the headset. “Shut your fucking mouth, whore. Don’t make me tell you again!” You say, punctuating the sentence with a growl that makes her pussy quiver.
At the end of the sentence your left hand comes down and smacks her left breast, hard. She screams against your hand and against you come down against her right breast this time, equally as hard leaving a red welt at the impact site. “Do you understand?” You say, firm, and clear.

She nods her head feverishly under your hand and you let go. Pulling yourself off the bed, you find yourself next to the credenza, your run and coke still sitting next to the leather roll of toys.

Pondering which toy you think would be best, you find a new toy you’d never seen before. It seemed to be a modified blood pressure cuff, the cuff being u shaped, just the right size for her neck. You decide this will be the first toy you would try out, along with a hitachi wand and some nipple clamps.

Stop to rid to the bed, she lay, nipples pointed high, the room was chilly, about 68 degrees. Taking a gulp of your rum and Coke you most back over to the bedside, drink in your right hand, nipple clamps and the new machine in your left. You set down the drink on the nightstand and turn to her, red in the face, looking perfect.

You first affix the u collar around the back and sides of her neck, adjusting for two fingers widths in all directions. You turn on the small electric compressor and you notice the machine starting to tighten the collar, leaving the safety of her delicate throat exposed. You decide to remove her blindfold, so you can see the machine at work, and you see her beautiful hazel eyes piercing you, tears had made her makeup stream down her face. She looked at you in shock at such a bold move. As she stares at you, her breathing becomes slightly more rapid and labored, her arms fighting against the restraints as the sensation of being choked comes over her.

You decide to add some fuel to the fire by taking those same fingers from your left hand and pushing them into her soaking wet cunt, affixing your thumb on her swollen clit. “You like this, don’t you? Your pussy likes being used by me, doesn’t it? You like when I slap your dirty cunt?” Your fingers pumping faster and faster, you feel very mild resistance as you push deeper into her, your thumb in tandem making small, deliberate circles around her clit. You feel her pussy starting to clench, her breathing is shallow and fast and her moans are slightly muffled. her eyes begin to roll back. You quickly push the button on the machine with your right hand and stop your left from playing. “Oh no, Zoey, you won’t cum for me yet. You’re going to wait. You’re going to beg for it.”

Removing your fingers that are now absolutely drenched, you grab the clamps. Her breathing is slowing and she’s moaning, panting, and you can tell she wants this. She wants *you*.

You remove the giant square ice cube from your cocktail and slowly, teasingly circle her left nipple as you hear her groan, trying to fight the feelings of arousal growing in her body. Trying to fight her just for you. Her body betraying her, all she can do is try to fight her own pleasure.

Once her nipple is long, firm, and ready, you deliberately and harshly clamp down the nipple, causing her to let out a small welp, that she flinches right after. Good, she learned her lesson.

Again, you drag the ice closely across her perfect pale skin, leaving a red trail behind it, to her right nipple. You circle her nipple, not even touching it and it reacts to your will, standing at attention. You lean down, inches from her ear and whisper “you’re learning, bitch”, and suck her right nipple softly, her body writhing from pleasure before you gently place the clamp on her right nipple. At the center of the chain you place a few small weights to make sure and movement, and shift, will cause her nipples to feel both pleasure and pain as you try to edge her, forcing her to beg for your cock.

Your cock now rock hard in your pants, you undo your belt and yank it out of the belt loops, causing her to flinch, all the while, staring at you, wondering what your next move will be.

You undo your pants and she begins to whimper “Mr, please, I don’t know you, I just want to go home..”

“Hush now, Zoey. I’m only here to show you how true pleasure feels. I want you to beg.”

Tears begin streaming from her face as you strap the hitachi wand, affixing it right on her clit, before taping it to her thigh. “Mr, p-“ she’s cut off by the wand turning on full vibration, causing her swollen clit to twitch and react, moans escaping her lips getting louder and louder.

As her body writhes, the weights cause her moans to become guttural screams and cries of pleasure, her body tensing and yanking as the weights move side to side on her chest. Finding it hard to make eye contact, her eyes roll back in her head as you begin to stroke your cock, looking at what you’ve achieved. A wanton whore, desperate for you to give her pleasure. Desperate for you to take advantage of her. Desperate for you to rape her.

“Oh, you thought I forgot, didn’t you, whore?” You say loud and clear. Her tear filled hazel eyes dart to you as you turn her head sideways and straddle left arm. Only pants and moans able to escape now, you pull down your boxers, and your long, thick cock comes sprinting out, desperate for attention, a bead of pre-cum welling at the tip.

Distracted by your cock, she doesn’t notice you reaching over and turning on the machine again, the u shaped collar tightening around her throat. As her breathing hitches, you wait for the deepest breath she can take and plunge your cock into her waiting mouth. She fights and tries to scream but the weights combined with the wand are giving her too much pleasure, you can see her body tensing up and getting close, beads of sweat pooling around her breasts, forehead, and stomach, her eyes begin to roll back as you gag her with your cock, and just as you think she’s about to cum, as she thinks she’s about to get her sweet release, you pull out, hitting the wand with your left hand and machine with your right. She shudders, tears welling as she realizes her she was so close to orgasm, silently begging for her ordeal to be over with.

“You only cum when I allow it, Zoey”, you say in a teasing, matter of fact tone, wagging your finger inches from her face.

A sly smile flashes across your face as you look over and see the riding crop.

“I’ll tell you what, if you decide to be a good whore and beg for my cock, I will allow you to cum on it. Does that sound fair?”

She looked bewildered, the adrenaline and shock still coming down, she nodded silently, trying to end her ordeal early.

“Here’s how this will work,” you say, waving your hands over the riding crop, stroking it, “I’m going to turn these back on. And you are going to enjoy it. You’ve tasted my cock. And I want to hear how much you like it. How needy you are for me to fill your whore pussy with it, and how badly you want me to breed you.” “S-Sir, please, no, please, I’m not on the pill, please! Anything but that!”

*Whack*, as the riding crop comes down on her thigh, the jolt shifting the weights. “That’s not what I want to hear, slut. I want to hear you bed for my cock and my cum.. you do want me to turn these machines back on, don’t you?” You say, mischievously. “Y-yes, yes p-p-please sir”. “Good whore,” you say leaning over and turning on the wand, “learning your place”.

The wand causing her to moan as her swollen clit is teased once again, her abs are sore from tensing and she’s ready to cum already. You reach down and turn on the choking machine to low as you theatrically hold your hand to your ear, listening to her pants and moans. “That’s funny, I don’t hear you begging”, you say as you begin to tap the crop softly around her body, beginning on her sensitive thighs. She moans and fights the urge to beg and feels the crop pressing against her pussy lips. “You know you want it”, you say as you deliver a medium strength snack to her pussy, her body jolting as the weights crash down from her tits bouncing. “Fuuuuuck”, she moans, just barely feeling the choke around her neck. Resilient, she rides out the riding crop smack as you move up her sides, a tap on the left, a tap on the right, moving to her breasts. Tears of pleasure and pain mixed rubbing down her cheeks she feels the *whack* against her left breast and as the moans escape she breathily, says “please”, crying, barely able to contain herself. “Please what?”, you say teasing her with the riding crop moving it across her chest. “Please, please Sir give me your cock. Give me your cum inside of me. I’m a whore and I need your cock. I need your cum, please…”

Those were the words you so desperately needed. Permission. You reach down and stop the wand and twist it away from her clit, causing her to wince as the tape agitates her leg. “You asked for it, you’re going to get it!”, you growl, ready to claim her. You line your hard, delicious cock up to her soaking wet, throbbing pussy, and as you push your cock into her right entrance, you flick the choking machine to the high pulse setting. She feels the weight but of the machine pressing down on her throat as your cock bottoms out in her cervix, her screams of joy and pleasure as loud as they can be as her airway is constricted. Her eyes go wide and she can feel you moving steadily to your own pace, edging her closer and closer. As she gets close to cumming, the machine releases the air, allowing her to breathe before you crash into her again, her screaming from the endless assault, she finally says what you need to hear. “Please, please,” her throat constricting, her gasps are barely above a whisper, “please let me cum as you cum in me”, she whimpers. “As you wish, whore. You want to be bred by me? You want to feel my hot fun in this filthy cunt?”. You quicken your pace faster and faster as the machine tightens again around her throat, her eyes start to roll back and you know this is it, her pussy tensed you whisper “cum for me, Zoey, be the whore you were born to be. Cum for me while I put a baby in you”.

Her eyes roll back and she blacks out. You stop the choking machine, not slowing your pace, and slap her hard, on the cheek as she gasps and wakes, cumming all over your cock, her pussy contracting and squirting you feel every inch of her insides pulling you into her, greedily awaiting your seed. Her body convulsing from the pleasure she lets out a guttural moan, screaming loudly in pleasure as waves of pure ecstasy crash over her, leaving her fertile flower to your mercy. As her pussy explodes, you feel your cock swell, and it pulls you in, contracting as it swallows your cock. You pulse as you drive yourself into her and finally cum, hard, shooting ropes and ropes of hot cum into her, her pussy and swollen cervix hungrily accepting, as you pull out and plug her. “I’m going to knock you up, you greedy, sexy whore”, you say as you insert what is normally a butt plug into her pussy, taping both of the sides so your cum is held in place. She’s spent and can’t fight, nearing the point of passing out. You stick two pillows under her butt, and say “this will ensure you give me a child. You are mine now, do you understand?” Her eyes still rolled back, she nods before you remove the clamps and the collar from her neck. You try to remove the wand painlessly but the duct tape makes her shift and jump, although she’s barely able to fight.

You like her, and you want to keep her. You brush her hair to the side, staring at your welts and handiwork.

“Thank fuck for Tim”, you think as you down your run and coke and head back to the kitchen for your second

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/sn8785/mf_noncon_breeding_charity_event