Sorry I posted this chapter without the sneak peak. Now everything is updated. Do let me know if you have any ideas about such taboo topics , lately am out of ideas. Enjoy

Kavita is a sex slave, trained to work in a brothel and daily service 20 customers. She's well-trained and she works hard at her job, pleasing all her customers. She just can't understand why everyone she services is so determined to deny and ruin her orgasms.

Content Warnings/Tags:

Sexual slavery; Non Consensual sex ; Ruined orgasms and overstimulation as punishment.

An orgasm was about to burst inside her.

He makes an encouraging noise, thrusts his fingers inside her. Tickles the sensitive tip of her clit with his tongue.

"Yes!--I'm c, I'm--c--coming," she wails, the way she's been trained, the way it's been drilled into her head to do every time she tips over into that blissful surrender.

And he stops.

The soft caress of his tongue disappears, leaving her clit twitching against empty, cold air. The hard pressure of his fingers vanishes, leaving her pussy squeezing and clenching on nothing.

She gasps in despair and tries to pull herself back, but it's too late.

Instead of the fantastic, mind-bending release she'd been aching for, she tips over into a weak, pathetic ruin. The powerful lightning-strike of orgasm crackles uncomfortably and then fizzles into nothing.

"Oh no, oh no, oh no," she sobs, grinding and jerking her hips down against the table, blindly trying to provide some stimulation to her needy sex. But she can only feel the touch of another person, a free person; the table is no help to her aching, throbbing body, not when she's the one humping it herself.

The customer laughs at her, and then he pulls her off the table and onto her shaking knees, unzips his pants so that he can put his cock in her mouth.

The ruin seems to go on and on, her pussy twitching and clenching and aching between her thighs as she sucks him. Little zaps of need echo through her, making her tingle with a nauseous need.

When tears begin to drip down her face, he wipes them away, smirking.

Ruined again.

Kavita has been a sex slave for two years, and not once has anyone--not one single customer, not even the brothel Malkin even when she's begged--given her the satisfaction of a full orgasm.

Just ruin after ruin after ruin, leaving her begging and crying and throbbing, overstimulated and empty and desperate for more.