The crowd grew silent as the hooded girl was led onto the platform at the front of the room. 

She could hear whispers as she was pushed back against a large cross. As her limbs were secured in multiple places, she waited patiently, praying she’d be shown mercy. 

The girl had no clue what was in store for tonight, but normally when she was in front of a crowd, it was something shocking. 

She could feel them inspecting her naked body as her stomach was suddenly fastened tightly against the display. 

Without words, the hood was ripped off her, blinding her by the bright spotlights above. Everyone clapped, as the man holding the hood spoke into the microphone. 

“Welcome to the Slave Training Center ladies and gentlemen! Slave 5193 here is kept quite denied of its own pleasure, so we’ve arranged a nice treat for this evening.”

The crowd listened in anticipation, as did the girl, desperate to hear her fate. She’d been stuck at the Slave Training Center for just nearly a year now, and every day was somehow harder than the last.

“Tonight is actually this slave's 30th birthday. So we’ll be giving it an orgasm as a treat….30 of them to be exact.”

She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She’d only cum a couple times since she’d arrived and they were both terrible experiences. What did they mean by this? Were they going to try and make her cum 30 times?

The crowd cheered as a couple of slave handlers approached with some sort of belt, they reached behind and fastened it to the back of the restraint around her stomach. She wanted to squirm but she knew it would get her nowhere. 

The strap was fed between her legs adding a startling bit of pressure to the large metal butt plug seated in her ass. 

Next, they presented a vibrating wand, powerful and remote controlled, yet corded so it would never die. The wand was seated into place before the other end of the strap was secured on her front side. 

She was completely immobile and now had this powerful wand tightly pressed against her pussy. She loved the feeling of it initially since it was rare she saw any contact there, but she knew all good things came to an end quickly there.

“Is everyone ready for number one?” 

The crowd cheered as the vibrator kicked on. It was nice at first. She hadn’t cum in what seemed like a couple months so she welcomed the vibrations and quickly was rising in arousal. 

Though she couldn’t see much of the crowd through the spotlights, they could see her. They all watched closely, a large display above counting the time and orgasm count. 

After just 60 seconds, her body began to shake and she came hard against the vibrator. The screen flashed and the crowd cheered.

As the slave girl struggled to catch her breath however, she realized quickly there would be no mercy. Without skipping a beat, the vibrator continued. 

She wanted a break already, but it buzzed on. She could suddenly feel the pressure more than before as she came down from the high she’d built up being denied. 

Some of the crowd began to cycle back and forth to the bar at the back of the room. But just a few minutes later, another orgasm rocked through her. 

She let out a whine as the vibrator continued. Suddenly, a ring gag was secured in her mouth. Now her whines became more entertaining for the crowd, as her saliva ran down to her pussy adding to the lubrication.

Orgasm 3 came 10 minutes later. She was quickly getting overstimulated and not even close to the goal. Even if she could cum 30 times, she couldn’t imagine they planned to keep her like this for hours.

Numbers 4 and 5 slowly occurred over the next 15 minutes. The pleasure had long since ended for her, and now it was purely discomfort. After her 5th orgasm concluded however, they turned up the power a notch.

Now number 6 was barrelling towards her. She was a sweaty wet mess and the crowd was loving it, even beginning to place bets on her misery. 

As the first hour nearly ended, she was still only at 11 orgasms. She quickly realized every 5 times, the intensity would increase. It was more than she’d cum all year, and she wasn’t even halfway there. 

Suddenly, number 12 hit her hard and everything went black as she drifted unconscious…. She wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but a splash of cold water to the face jolted her back to life as the crowd cheered. 

She shivered from the water and couldn’t believe the vibrator was still going. Her discomfort was now pain, but the pleasure she was bringing to the crowd continued. 

Her brain was turning to mush as she approached number 20. She was struggling to breathe and her head was bobbing back and forth, drifting in and out of consciousness.

Each time she showed signs of passing out, ice cold water was thrown right at her to keep her alert. Her body was soaked in water, saliva, sweat, and pussy juice. Her nipples rock hard and numb from the water and her limbs having long since fallen asleep on her. The only thing she could still feel was her pussy being brutalized. 

At the two hour mark, she finally had her 25th orgasm. She was brain dead at this point, but could see the light at the end of the tunnel. The intensity of the vibrator increased once more and she could barely take it. 

The time between each orgasm felt like eternity, and the pain of the overstimulation made her wish she could rip her clit right out of her body. 

Just as orgasm 29 finally finished, she screamed through the ring gag. She knew there was one more, but suddenly the vibrations grew slightly more dull. 

“Now everyone,” the man spoke up, “as we conclude our evening, we’ll stretch out this final orgasm for your entertainment.”

She desperately was trying for the 30th and final orgasm, but she couldn’t get there, not with the vibrations lower than her body had become accustomed to over the last hour. 

“While we have some downtime, we will be accepting both suggestions on the next year of training for this one here, as well as entertain any purchase offers using the notecards at each chair. Once she has finished her final orgasm, we will read them out loud and determine her fate to begin tomorrow.”

The guests began writing on their cards as the girl squirmed and cried, desperate to finish this brutal punishment. 

Some guests were quickly writing numbers down and handing them in, others ideas for punishments and trainings, some more sadistic than others.

Once all the cards had been collected. The vibrator slowly began to increase. Here it was, for the final time, she was going to orgasm. The crowd went wild as it finally happened and the screen displayed 30 successful forced orgasms. 

The vibrator finally slowed down and was carefully removed from the girl. Her pussy was bright red and swollen, stretched around the shape of the wand.

The audience laughed and pointed as the cross was tipped back onto its wheels and she was pushed back into another room, still bound and a mess. She was in shock, not getting to wait around to discover her fate. She had no clue what was going to happen next, but anything was better than this… or so she thought.