Olivia in Vulmonia Ch. 15

"Nonsense," Dr. Miloza replied. "I need to confirm that you haven't sustained any serious injuries."

"Comply with the doctor's instructions," Judge Thorsky commanded.

Dr. Miloza moved his hand to the center of Olivia's upper back. He forced her to bend at the waist until her head and chest were resting on the judge's desk. She turned her head to the left, resting the right side of her face against the surface of the desk. Dr. Miloza then stood directly behind her and crouched down. He ran his hands all over the surface of her ass cheeks. Olivia whimpered in pain.

"Well, Lieutenant Petrov certainly did a thorough job," he observed as he kneaded the inflamed flesh with his long tapered fingers. Olivia groaned in discomfort. "But in my professional medical opinion, there isn't any permanent damage."

"What about her cunt?" inquired the judge. "It wouldn't surprise me if a few overly enthusiastic members of the public got a bit rough with her privates."

Dr. Miloza placed his hands against her inner thighs and pushed them apart. Embarrassed, Olivia turned her head and buried her face in some papers that were laying on the judge's desk.

"Her labia and clitoris certainly are red and engorged," the doctor said, running his fingers lightly over her slippery nether lips. Olivia inhaled sharply. "But I suspect the red swollen appearance has more to do with her heightened state of sexual arousal. It's not a result of injury."

"You're sure?" Judge Thorsky asked skeptically.

Dr. Miloza inserted two lengthy digits into Olivia's womanly passage. Olivia let out an audible exhale. He gently rubbed her Gspot making her quietly moan. Olivia inwardly kicked herself for not having better control over her body's reactions. The men in the room could not help but snicker. The physician then took his thoroughly lubricated fingers out of Olivia's twat and began to gently stroke her sensitive button. Olivia refused to make any sounds, but she could not keep her body from squirming.

As the rocking of Olivia's hips began to quicken, the judge held up his hand. "Alright Dr. Miloza. You've proved your point."

The doctor smiled smugly as he stood upright. He patted Olivia on her sore backside indicating that the exam was complete and that she should once again stand up straight. The then took his seat off to the left next to the defense attorney.

"Now then," said the judge. "Miss Williams, as you know I have sentenced you to just three days of community service. You are not a Vulmonian citizen, therefore you are considered a flight risk. It is customary to keep someone in your situation in police custody during the hours that you are not serving the community. Basically you should be spending the next three nights in jail."

Olivia grimaced at the idea of spending more time in jail with Officers Amelin and Letov. They would no doubt force her to remain naked. She would be forced to continue eating the wretched food and sleep on a bare prison cot.

"However, you are very young. And being a spoiled American, I realize you are not used to such austere accommodations. Part of me wants to make you spend your evenings in jail in the hopes that it will make you less pampered. Maybe that would correct your overly entitled American attitude."

Olivia could not help but be offended at the judge's harsh and unfair evaluation of her moral character.

"But Mr. Davis of the American embassy has convinced me to put you in the custody of Mr. Pounding during the hours you are not performing your community service. You will remain in Mr. Pounding's custody while the two of you both remain inside the boarders of Vulmonia."

Olivia's eyes widened in surprise. She did not quite understand what the judge was saying. Why on earth would she be put under Luke's custody?

The judge could see the confusion on Olivia's face and decided to clarify his intentions. "Mr. Pounding is an extremely well respected member of his community. He is a professor of international law at the University of Missouri. He specializes in the laws of Eastern European nations. He visits Vulmonia on a regular basis for his academic research. He is therefore considered a well respected and trusted member of the Vulmonian international community as well."

Olivia looked over at Luke. He smiled at her and nodded his head in confirmation. That must have been why he seemed to know so much about the Vulmonian criminal justice system the first time she had met him.

"Mr. Pounding is staying in Vulmonia until the end of the week. He won't be leaving the country until after you've finished your community service. He has offered to let you stay in his hotel suite at Nulmara International Hotel while you are completing your community service. He has promised to take full responsibility for you during your non-service hours until you exit the country. If you agree, you may stay with him instead of the holding cell at the police station." The judge looked down as he shuffled through some official looking documents and said, "I daresay it'll be much more comfortable staying with Mr. Pounding than in your jail cell."

Olivia could not help but feel conflicted. Of course she would rather stay in a hotel suite than in a jail cell. But after the way Luke had molested her while she was in the pillory, she simply did not trust him. Then again, Officers Letov and Amelin had no qualms about groping her.

"Olivia, His Honor is being extremely generous, offering you this arrangement," piped up Mr. Kholod. "You should graciously accept it and thank him," he advised.

Olivia's mind flashed back to when her public defender had raped her - sodomized her - in her holding cell. She did not doubt that he would do it again if she refused Luke's offer. It looked like it was going to be an unpleasant three nights no matter where she chose to stay. She may as well choose the accommodations that would at least be physically comfortable.

Olivia took a deep breath. "Okay," she said hesitantly. "I accept the arrangement. I'll stay with Luke."

Judge Thorsky's face darkened. "Miss Williams, that man sitting to your right is significantly older than you. He has attained a higher professional position than you. And he is a man," the judge said emphasizing the last word. "I don't know how things work in America. But here in Vulmonia subordinates don't refer to their superiors by their first names. You will address your guardian for the next three days as either, Mr. Pounding, Prof. Pounding, Professor, or Sir. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Your Honor," Olivia gulped. "I'm sorry," she quietly added, lowering her eyes.

"Don't apologize to me," said Judge Thorsky. "Apologize to Mr. Pounding."

Olivia turned to the right and looked at Luke. He was looking right at her with a penetrating stare. With her hands still cuffed behind her back, there was nothing she could do to hide her body. Not that Judge Thorsky would have let her cover up anyway.

"I'm sorry Mr. Ponding," Olivia said, her face flushing red.

"That's quite alright," Luke said, sounding almost chipper.

"So you understand the responsibility you're about to take on?" the judge said seriously as he turned to the American man.

"I think so," Luke said, cocking his head to the side, not wanting to take his eyes off of the buxom naked teen.

"Alright then. Officers Amelin and Letov will escort the two of you back to your hotel suite. They will supply you with the necessary equipment you might need in order to control and discipline your charge."

Olivia gulped nervously at this new bit of information. Equipment to control and discipline? What on earth did that mean?

"Now Miss Williams," Judge Thorsky addressed Olivia sternly. "Mr. Pounding will be your legal guardian for the next three days. You must obey him and follow his instructions within the bounds of the law. Is that clear?"

Olivia's mind started to race as she stared at the judge for a moment. She would have to do EVERYTHING Luke told her? What if he wanted her to do something that was uncomfortable or embarrassing? What if he wanted sexual favors? What if he wanted to touch her body again like he did while she was restrained in the pillory?

"Miss Williams," Judge Thorsky snapped, sounding irritated.

"Y ... y ... yes Your Honor," she murmured.

The judge reached under his desk and pulled out a blue plastic bin. "I sent my assistant over to Nulmara University Teaching Hospital to retrieve this."

When Olivia saw the contents of the blue bin, she could have cried for joy. It was her clothes, sandals and purse that Dr. Brovachik had locked in the cupboard during her mortifying and invasive exam.

"And the rest of your luggage is being sent over from your hotel to Mr. Pounding's suite at Nulmara International Hotel," Judge Thorsky informed her.

"Thank you!" Olivia said with tears in her eyes. After three days of little to no clothing and forced public nudity, Olivia finally had some normal clothes to wear.

Officer Letov removed the handcuffs. Olivia grabbed the blue bin off of the judge's desk and turned toward the door.

"Where do you think you're going?" Judge Thorsky inquired.

"To the restroom," Olivia said hesitantly. "To get changed."

"Just put your clothes on here. There's no reason to change location. Besides, all of us have already seen you in your ... What do you Americans call it? ... your 'birthday suit.' Why the pretense at modesty now?"

Olivia slowly placed the bin back down on Judge Thorsky's desk and discreetly glanced around the room. Not only was there the judge. There were also the two policemen of course. There was Dr. Miloza, Mr. Kholod, Mr. Davis and Luke. Seven men. Seven men were all staring at her nude figure watching and waiting for her dress herself.

She took a deep breath and quickly plucked her white thong panties out of the plastic bin. In order to get them on, she had no choice but to bend over a bit. And since there were men surrounding her on all sides, someone was going to get an eye full no matter which direction she turned. Facing toward the judge, she quickly bent over, giving the two officers behind her a view of her red fleshy backside. She lifted up one foot and then the other, stepping into the frilly undergarment.

"My goodness," remarked Officer Amelin. "Lieutenant Petrov really did do a number on you!"

Olivia cringed in embarrassment as she pulled the thong panties up over her legs. The sheer gusset fit snugly against her labia majora and pubic mound. The straps at the sides hugged her body and accentuated her voluptuous hips.

"Do American girls typically wear such skimpy panties?" Judge Thorsky inquired with an critical look on his face.

"Um, some do, I guess," Olivia replied, blushing up to her ears.

Next she grabbed her brassiere out of the bin. She slipped the straps over her arms and pulled them up onto her shoulders. She pulled the cups down a bit so they would cradle and support her large breasts. She inwardly kicked herself when she realized that it was a pushup bra which would give her a scandalous amount of cleavage. She wondered what the judge would have to say about that. She reached around behind her back to fasten the clasp. However, she was so nervous her hands were trembling. She could not get the hooks and eyes to line up properly. She fumbled, the two ends of the clasp slipping out of her fingers.

"Why don't I get that for you," Luke said chivalrously, rising from his seat on the couch. "I'll be looking after you for the next three days, after all. Might as well start now." He walked over and stood behind Olivia. "Three hooks," he observed out loud. "Don't most bras only have two?" he asked as he began to fasten the clasp.

"Well, with tits as large as those," reasoned the judge, "she no doubt needs the support of an extra sturdy bra."

The men in the room all began chuckling. Olivia's face turned an even deeper shade of red.

"There," Luke said as he fasted the third and final hook. "All secure." He lightly patted her on the back where the clasp was situated.

As he returned to his seat on the couch Olivia went to retrieve her shorts out of the plastic bin. But before she could pull them out, the judge held up a hand to stop. Olivia looked at him, confused.

"Miss Williams, would you be so kind as to tell me, exactly what type of bra are you wearing?" the judge queried.

"Um, what do you mean?" Olivia knew what the judge was asking. But she simply did not want to answer.

"What I mean is, is there a special name for the kind of brassiere you have on?" Judge Thorsky prodded.

"A pushup bra," Olivia quietly mumbled.

"What was that, Miss Williams? I couldn't hear you," the judge said smiling sardonically.

"It's a pushup bra," Olivia said more clearly, silently peeved.

"And exactly what is the purpose of wearing such an undergarment?" Judge Thorsky asked, feigning ignorance. The other men in the room began to snicker.

"Um, it makes your breasts ... perkier," Olivia said, cringing as the men around her chortled.

"Any other reason?" the judge asked, clearly enjoying her humiliation.

"It gives you more ... cleavage," Olivia said in an almost whisper.

"More cleavage!" the judge exclaimed. "With massive jugs like those, does a girl like you really need more cleavage?"

The men in the room burst out laughing as they leered at Olivia clad only in her bra and thong panties. Olivia kept her eyes lowered. When it was clear the judge had finished his line of questioning about her pushup bra, she concentrated on getting her the rest of her clothes on as fast as possible. She pulled her shorts from the bin, slipped them on and zipped them up. Next she swiftly pulled on her tank top, pulling it down over her tits and tummy. She had never been so relieved in all of her life to do something as simple as getting dressed.

"I must say," Judge Thorsky observed, "That pushup bra does make your bosoms look great in that top. Perhaps a tad too revealing by our conservative Vulmonian standards. A Vulmonian woman would never wear something so overtly sexual in public. But I suppose for a typical American girl, it's simply your usual attire."

Olivia wanted to point out that the Vulmonian summer was not just hot but sweltering. What was she suppose to wear? A burka? And since when was a tank top and shorts considered "overtly sexual" attire? However, she decided not to respond and just slipped on her sandals. Lastly she grabbed her purse and pulled out her wallet. She looked through to make sure the contents were all still there."

Judge Thorsky's face looked puzzled and then irritated. "Miss Williams, what are you doing?"

"Oh," she said looking up. "Just checking to make sure my ID, cards, and money are still there."

"Miss Williams, we Vulmonians are known for being an honest and honorable people. We don't lie. We don't cheat. And we most certainly don't steal. I can assure you, the contents of your handbag have not been touched. I find it extremely insulting that you even feel the need to check." The judge glared at her.

"Uh ... sorry Your Honor," she said pale faced and wide eyed.

"Your Honor," Mr. Davis of the American embassy spoke up. "Theft is a big problem in America. I'm sure Miss Williams didn't mean to be insulting. It's normal in the United States to keep an eye on your belongings and to double check on them if you have been separated from them."

"Hm," the judge cynically grunted as he eyed the young girl. "Miss Williams, I trust that everything is still there?"

"Yes, Your Honor."

"Well then, the officers will escort you and Mr. Pounding back to his hotel. Remember to do everything he tells you to, within the limits of the law. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Your Honor," she said, her voice quaking.

"Now, what do you say?" the judge asked paternalistically, as if he was speaking to a child.

"Your Honor?"

"I am allowing you to spend the next three nights at a luxurious hotel suite instead of a dark dank jail cell. Now, what do you say?" he repeated his question emphasizing each word.

"Thank you, Your Honor," Olivia said reluctantly.

"And how about Mr. Davis of the American embassy? He's the who convinced me to show you leniency," the judge said.

Thank Mr. Davis? Mr. Davis had originally planned to get her released from the pillory early. He was going to try to have her exempted from her paddling. But then he saw Sergov and Gregus give her a forced orgasm. It was then that he decided that she deserved to spend the remainder of her time in the pillory and undergo the brutal paddling. Thank Mr. Davis? Why did she need to thank him?

Gritting her teeth in anger, she turned toward the distinguished looking American man and, as calmly as she could, she said, "Thank you, Mr. Davis."

"You're most welcome, Miss Williams," replied the American diplomat.

"And let's not forget Dr. Miloza for giving you top notch medical care," the judge said, gesturing toward the tall sandy haired physician.

Top notch medical care? Dr. Miloza had used her to demonstrated a degrading pelvic exam in front of his four medical students He had administered to her her not one, but two extremely painful enemas. And he had performed various uncomfortable and humiliating procedures on her in front of Dr. Carolia's lecture class of over a hundred students. Thank him?

Trying to control her breathing, she turned to the slim gynecologist and said, "Thank you Dr. Miloza." He nodded his head dismissively, barely even looking at her.

"And let's not forget these two fine officers who've been looking after you and protecting for the past two days," he said, looking first at the two policemen and then at Olivia expectantly.

Olivia had to stop herself from rolling her eyes in disgust. Officers Letov and Amelin had been nothing but insulting and abusive toward her ever since she was taken into police custody. They touched and groped her whenever the felt like it. They hosed her off in public instead of letting her take a proper shower. They had even ejaculated into her food.

With her hands clenched so tightly that her fingernails were digging into her palms, she said, "Thank you Officer Amelin and Officer Letov."

"It's been our pleasure," Officer Amelin winked at her.

"And don't forget the wonderful job your lawyer has done for you. He made sure you got no time in prison and he also got your whipping reduced to a paddling. In all my years of practicing law and sitting on the bench, I've never met or seen a better public defender," Judge Thorsky said giving Mr. Kholod a congratulatory nod of acknowledgement.

Olivia wanted to point out that the only reason Mr. Kholod was able to get her flogging reduced to a paddling was by forcing her to to be naked and molested for twelve hours in the pillory. Her attorney had also raped her twice. The second time anally.

But not wanting to start an argument she knew she would never win, she turned to her lawyer with tears of anger in her eyes and bitterly choked out, "Thank you, Mr. Kholod."

"Well, I must say, Olivia," her attorney began, "You certainly aren't the easiest client I've had. But I do work as a public defender and I take my job very seriously."

Is raping a defenseless teenage girl part of the job? Olivia was dying to ask him.

"Even though you did provide me with many challenges and obstacles, it's still my obligation to defend you. You are welcome," he said curtly.

"And of course we cannot forget Mr. Pounding's more than generous offer to be your legal guardian for the next three days. He's providing you with excellent accommodations and you'll get to spend the next three evenings in the company of your own countryman. I'm sure that will be a source of immense comfort for you," the judge said gesturing at the burly middle-aged American man.