Olivia in Vulmonia Ch. 01

The examining room was very warm. Olivia was thankful for that, seeing as how she was only wearing her bra and panties.

There was a nurse who had come in earlier to record Olivia's height, weight, and blood pressure. After telling Olivia to undress, the nurse informed her that this was a very busy hospital with many patients and that they didn't always have enough hospital gowns for everyone. Olivia's sandals, purse, tank top and shorts were piled up together in a blue plastic bin and Olivia had on nothing but her undergarments. The nurse had placed the blue bin on top of the doctor's desk and then left the room.

Olivia wondered how much longer the doctor would be. She hoped the doctor would be a woman. And hoped that the doctor would speak English. She shut her eyes and rubbed her temples as she thought about her stupid actions from the night before: the nightclub, all the cocktails, her overly sexy outfit, her overly sexy dancing. What had she been thinking? The night before, Olivia had been behaving completely out of character. It was as if she had been trying to become someone else.

It was the summer before Olivia was supposed to begin college. She had earned a partial scholarship to go to a state university which was, luckily, located in her hometown. The scholarship was going to go a long way to help her pay for her education. On top of that, she was planning to live at home with her parents while she attended college. Between the scholarship and living at home with her family during the school year, Olivia was going to be saving quite a lot of money compared to her peers. One of her best friends from highschool was going to college out of state. Another close friend of hers had opted for a private university. Both friends had taken out hefty student loans to attend the colleges of their choice. With all the money Olivia was saving, she had managed to convince her parents that a summer abroad backpacking trough Europe was well earned. And while Olivia's parents were extremely hesitant, they eventually agreed. After all, she was legally an adult now and would be paying for the trip herself with money she had earned from working after school jobs.

Throughout all of highschool, Olivia rarely went out partying. She spent her weekends either working at various part-time jobs or was at home studying. Having little to no social life during highschool was depressing much of the time. She had never even had a real boyfriend. Had it not been for her best friend setting her up with a date for prom, she would have probably still been a virgin. (At least losing her virginity was one rite of passage she managed to get out of the way before college.)

But now having the chance to spend the summer abroad in Europe, all the hard work and sacrifice seemed worth it. She had opted for Eastern Europe. She had always been fascinated by stories that had come out of Russia: Doctor Zhivago, Anna Karenina, Rasputin and Anastasia. She loved music by Tchaikovsky and dreamed of being able to watch a classical Russian ballet. But before going to Russia, she had decided to visit some of the smaller lesser known Eastern European countries first. She had spent a weekend in Estonia and then a few days in Latvia. Currently she was in the tiny former Soviet country of Vulmonia. She had planned on spending about two days in Vulmonia before taking the train to Belarus.

Olivia had never heard of Vulmonia before she had begun planning her big trip abroad. To her surprise, she couldn't find out much about it while researching Eastern Europe. She could only find the most basic of information; it had a population of under two million, the capital city was Nulmara, and the majority of the population belonged to an extremely conservative sect of the Eastern Orthodox Church. She read that while the country was relatively poor, they had an unusually high education level. They had adopted a British style education system and much of the country was fluent in English. But that was about all the facts she could find about the small nation. In a way, having such little information made Olivia want to travel to Vulmonia even more. With the country so shrouded in mystery, it made traveling there seem like more of an adventure.

After actually arriving in Vulmonia, Olivia observed several things. The women dressed extremely conservatively. While showing some skin certainly wasn't illegal, most women covered up from head to toe. Some even covering their heads with thick scarves, despite the sweltering summer heat. Olivia probably would have covered up as well in order to fit in, but it was just too hot. And she was spending hours at a time walking around, sightseeing, and getting very sweaty in the process. She noticed other western tourists dressed in t-shirts, tank tops, shorts and flip flops and decided that her attire probably wouldn't get her into too much trouble.

As Olivia was walking through the town square in the capital city of Nulmara, she was shocked at the sight of a raised platform in the middle of the square. On the platform was a man, bent over and restrained in what looked like a pillory. As Olivia stopped with her eyes wide and her mouth agape, staring at the miserable looking man, another more knowledgeable tourist - a burly American man in his forties - came up beside her and started to explain. According to him, Vulmonia had been denied entrance into the European Union because its legal system still practiced medieval forms of punishment such as flogging, mock drowning and public shaming. The pillory was actually one of the less severe forms of punishment a convicted criminal could get. Especially since there was a police officer standing by making sure no one inflicted any actual permanent physical harm on the penitent. The worst that could happen was someone might throw some rotten food in the convicted man's face. But other than that, no real harm would come to him. The punishment was more about shaming him rather than physically harming him.

"Why do they still practice such brutal punishments?" Olivia asked in horror.

The middle-aged American tourist shrugged his broad shoulders. "It keep costs down, I guess. It's much cheaper to keep someone in the pillory or the stocks for a few days rather than have them spend weeks or months in prison. Vulmonia is not a rich country and they have to save money when possible."

Olivia shuddered. "It's just so barbaric."

"Have you ever seen inside an American prison?" the older man inquired. Olivia shook her head no. "You might be surprised." He told her. "One look inside an American federal prison and you may not find Vulmonia so barbaric after all. At least there's a policeman standing guard to prevent the poor guy from getting buggered."

"From getting what???" Olivia's eyes widened.

"Nothing. Never mind," the older American man chuckled. "Listen, my name is Luke and I'm going to be here for about a week. I'm staying at the Nulmara International Hotel. " He pulled a business card out of his wallet and handed it to her. Olivia accepted it half-heartedly from his large, stocky hand. "If you need anything or even if you just want to talk and hang out, you can call the hotel and ask for me. Or you can call my cell. The number's on the card."

Olivia stuffed the card into the back pocket of her shorts. "Uh, yeah, thanks," She mumbled. "Well, there's other stuff I want to do and see," she said vaguely. "So I'd better get going." She silently hoped that Luke wouldn't ask to join her.

"Sure." He smiled. "But if you get lonely, don't hesitate to call," he said winking at her.

Olivia smiled at him, then turned around, and immediately frowned and rolled her eyes. Who did Luke think he was? She had just turned eighteen and he was obviously in his forties, if not older. Did he honestly think he had a chance with her?

Olivia began walking back to her hotel. She wanted to take a shower before dinner. After eating dinner at the hotel restaurant, it was her plan to check out the city's nightlife. Even though Vulmonia was an extremely conservative and religious country, she had learned that there were two or three nightclubs in the capital city of Nulmara. And even though Olivia had never been the type to drink and party while she was in highschool, she was now legally an adult, she was on vacation, and the legal drinking age in Vulmonia was eighteen. She didn't plan on binge drinking by any means. But she did want to get a little buzzed and have a good time.

That evening, after downing a couple of cocktails at a nightclub, everything just became a blur. Olivia knew not to drink too much, since she normally wasn't a big drinker. But even though she only had two or three drinks, the bartender must have been mixing them with extra strong liquor. Before long, she was out on the dance floor grinding with a young local man who looked to be a few years older than her.

She must have blacked out because the next thing she remembered was being in her hotel room with the young man. He was kissing her and trying to pull her clothes off. He looked to be in his early twenties, but other than that, she knew nothing about him. Not even his name. There wasn't much foreplay. But Olivia did at least have the presence of mind to demand that he wear a condom. He complained that it wouldn't feel as good, but he reluctantly agreed to wear the condom she offered him.

Olivia had to admit that, despite the lack of foreplay, the sex wasn't bad. There was something kind of sexy about being with a strong man who could throw her around. Every few minutes or so he would move her body into a different position. There was something exciting about getting fucked from so many various angles.

He finally came while they were having sex doggy style. However, as he withdrew from her, Olivia noticed something was missing; he was no longer wearing the condom. She could feel the wet hot semen trickling out from between her legs. After a quick scan of the room, Olivia noticed the condom, laying discarded on the floor next to the bed. He must have taken it off while they were changing positions. Olivia reached down, picked it up and demanded to know why he was no longer wearing it.

"I don't want to fuck a piece of rubber. No man does." He let out a loud drunken laugh as he reached for his clothes and started to get dressed. The bastard wasn't even going to spend the night.

"What if I get pregnant?" Olivia was starting to panic.

The young man shrugged his shoulders. "You're a rich American girl. I'm sure you can find a way to take care of it. You're going to be okay." He zipped up his pants and began to head toward the door.

"You're leaving?" Olivia practically screeched.

"I have class tomorrow. I need to get some sleep." And with that, he exited the room, letting the hotel room door swing shut behind him.

Olivia sat on the bed, trying not to panic. "A hospital," she thought. "Tomorrow I'll go to a hospital and get the emergency contraceptive pill. Most countries have the morning after pill or Plan B. It'll be okay."

The next day Olivia found herself at Nulmara University Teaching Hospital located within walking distance of her hotel. When she explained why she was there, the receptionist looked disgusted. But Olivia didn't care. She just wanted to get a dose of Plan B (or whatever the equivalent in Vulmonia was called) so she could stop worrying about it and get on with the rest of her Eastern European trip. Who cared if the receptionist thought she was a slut.

As she sat on the examining table in her underwear, she felt extremely nervous. But then she thought to herself how silly she was being. Doctors were medical professionals who were there to help people. She had nothing to be nervous about.

A few minutes later, the door to the exam room opened and in walked a tall robust man with dark hair and a dark beard. He appeared to be in his late forties. He introduced himself as Dr. Brovachik. Olivia couldn't help but feel a little disappointment. She had been hoping for a woman doctor. But as long as he was willing to give her the morning after pill, that was all that mattered. She commented that his English sounded quite fluent, hoping to endear herself to him with a compliment.

"Yes," he replied sarcastically. "It's amazing when you travel to countries outside of America, people are willing to learn more than one language." Olivia looked down in embarrassment. She hoped the rest of the appointment wouldn't be like this.

Dr. Brovachik looked down at her file that had been created by the receptionist and filled in by the nurse. He let out a long "Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm." Then looked up at her. "So, you are here for the emergency contraceptive pill?"

"Y-y-y-yes," Olivia stuttered. "Last night, the guy I was with took the condom off."

"Hm." Dr. Brovachik sat down in the rolling chair next to the desk. "According to Vulmonian law, we can only prescribe the emergency contraceptive pill in cases of rape or incest. I cannot just give it to you because you had a one night stand that didn't go according to plan."

"But it was like rape," Olivia argued. "I was only willing to have sex with the guy IF he wore a condom. But he took the condom off without me knowing and still continued to have sex with me. I never would have continued with the sex had I known the condom was off. That is like a sort of rape," Olivia pleaded with him, her eyes wide and desperate.

"I don't know." Dr. Brovachik stared at her intently, trying to decide whether he believed her or not. "Before I can even think of prescribing you anything, I must conduct a thorough exam first. Take off your brassiere," he commanded.

Olivia was stunned for a moment. Why did she need to take off her bra in order for the doctor to prescribe the morning after pill? But not wanting to anger the stern doctor, she complied. She undid the clasp behind her back, removed and laid her bra on the exam table next to her. The doctor picked up the lacy garment, looked at it for a moment, and placed it on top of her other clothes in the blue plastic bin on his desk. He washed his hands in the sink and dried his hands with a paper towel. He then walked over to her and placed his fingers in the hollow of her neck feeling her pulse for a few moments. He then lowered his hand and placed it over her chest feeling her heartbeat. Olivia wondered why he didn't use the stethoscope, which was draped over the back of his neck. But she ultimately decided not to ask. She just wanted the appointment to be over with as quickly as possible.

The doctor's hand descended from her upper chest down to her left breast. He began to thoroughly palpate the large fleshy globe. Olivia's face turned bright red and her breathing became quick. Why did he need to examine her breasts? "Just checking for lumps and abnormalities," he told her as he then moved his hand to the right breast. Something about this exam just didn't feel right. After completely feeling up her right breast, he then took her left nipple firmly between his thumb and forefinger and squeezed. Olivia let out a high pitched squeal. "Just seeing if there is any discharge," he said matter-of-factly. He then did the same to the right nipple, making her gasp. After asserting that there was no unusual discharge, he then proceeded to lightly rub the skin around each areola, noticing how the skin wrinkled and the little raised bumps that appeared. "Hmmmm," he murmured, giving each nipple a final last pinch. "Why don't you lay down."

Olivia was genuinely disturbed by the casual and unprofessional way the doctor manhandled her breasts. But she didn't know what to do. She was in a foreign country and she desperately needed the morning after pill. She laid down on the exam table. Dr. Brovachik asked her to lift up her hips. She obeyed and he began to slowly roll her panties down. Olivia wasn't too upset at first. She was used to going to her family doctor for yearly checkups. And often the doctor, in order to palpate her abdomen, needed to pull her underwear down a little bit. But Dr. Brovachik pulled her panties so far down, her entire vulva was almost completely exposed. Her pudendal cleft was totally visible. The waistband at the top of her panties barely touched the most lower part of her labia. As Dr. Brovachik stared at her vulva, for what felt like an inappropriately long amount of time, Olivia's heart was racing. But she didn't know what to do.

Eventually he began to palpate her abdomen and carried on with the exam as if nothing was out of the ordinary. The skin around Olivia's stomach was rather sensitive and ticklish. She occasionally winced and squirmed as he felt her lower abdomen. The pressing of his hands started off quite firm, like he was really trying to feel her internal organs. However, as his hands moved lower towards her pelvis, his actions became less like pressing and more like strokes and caresses. Olivia stared up at the ceiling, hoping the exam would be finished soon. She wanted to forget about this embarrassing little detour to the hospital and get on with her day. Surely Dr. Brovachik would be finished soon.

Olivia was startled by a sudden knock at the door. Dr. Brovachik said something in Vulmonian and the door opened. Two middle-aged men in custodian uniforms entered the exam room. They stared in surprise and amusement, at the almost naked girl laying on the exam table. One of them asked something in Vulmonian and Dr. Brovachik seemed to reply in the affirmative. They strode over to the other side of the room, stealing not so subtle glances at Olivia. One of them set a toolbox down on a counter and proceeded to open it, rifling through the different objects inside. "They're just here to fix the airconditioner," Dr. Brovachik explained as his fingers lightly stroked the skin of Olivia's pubic mound.

"W...w...what?" Olivia stuttered. "They have to do that now? While I'm here? Like this?"

Dr. Brovachik's eyes darkened as he looked down at her. "That airconditioner has been broken for three days now and we are experiencing the hottest summer we've had in years. If they can fix it now, then I will have them fix it now." Then his eyes narrowed and his voice lowered to almost a growl. "And I will not allow myself to be criticized by some spoiled American girl who goes out and has unprotected sex with strangers." Satisfied that that would shut her up, he continued with the exam.

"Leave!" the voice inside Olivia's head screamed. "Just grab your clothes and leave!" But Olivia couldn't move a muscle. She was frozen as Dr. Brovachik began to gently but firmly palpate the large outer lips of her vulva. She could feel all the blood in her body rushing to the place between her legs. Her clitoris began to throb. She inhaled deeply but quietly, desperate not to show any sort of reaction.

"Hm, your labia majora are starting to become rather red and engorged," he observed out loud. "Do you find you normally become aroused so quickly?"

Olivia was taken aback by his question and didn't know how to respond.

"I have treated many female patients and most don't become so easily excited during a medical exam."

"I'm not excited," Olivia said quickly.

"Oh?" Dr. Brovachik said with a half smile. He reached into the pocket of his lab coat, pulled out a latex glove and rolled it onto his right hand. He lowered the gloved hand down to her vulva and slipped his middle finger and forefinger between her fleshy folds. Her hips jerked and she audibly gasped as he made contact with the most sensitive part of her body. His fingers continued to slide between her smaller inner lips until they were firmly inserted into her slick, moist pussy. Olivia let out a low deep moan as the large, thick fingers invaded her body. The two workmen repairing the airconditioner turned around to see why she was making such strange sounds. Olivia couldn't believe this was happening.