Olivia in Vulmonia Ch. 25

After the test trial concluded, Olivia spent another hour restrained to the exam table with her ankles spread wide open in the gynecological stirrups. As the men in the audience took turns testing out the various different sex toys on her, Olivia wriggled and writhed, mewed and moaned. Sexual stimulation was continually applied to her erogenous zones. But then cruelly withdrawn before the naked teen could reach any sort of climax.

"Oh yes!" she panted as she thrust her pelvis forward, pressing her throbbing little love button right up against the clitoral stimulator. "Mmm ... oooh ..."

"That's enough of that," said Mr. Dima as he diligently and meticulously kept watch of the information on his computer screen coming in from the sensors all over Olivia's body. "You need to remove the clitoral stimulator now, or else the test subject will orgasm."

The audience member pressed the off button on the battery pack that was attached to the vibrator. "Nooooooo!" Olivia wailed miserably as the vibrations abruptly stopped. Even though she knew to expect it, the constant orgasm denial never ceased to be a source of disappointment and frustration.

"Well, I think that was our last audience member," said Dr. Sokolov as he surveyed the room full of leering men. "It looks like everyone here got a chance to test out the marital aids that interested them." The male spectators all grinned and nodded, satisfied.

Mr. Dima came over to Olivia and began removing the small wireless sensors from her unclothed body. As he peeled off the sensor from her pubic mound, a tingle ran through her most sensitive organ. Her little pearl pulsated and she could not help but shiver. Mr. Dima shook his head. "American girls," he simpered.

Then the medical technologist slipped his fingers into her moist orifice. He removed the sensor that he had earlier placed on her front vaginal wall near her cervix. Olivia grunted as she endured the less than gentle penetration.

"When your legal guardian finally allows you to orgasm again, it would be helpful if you would return for more test trials," Mr. Dima said to her. "We certainly collected much valuable data here today. But the fact that we could not bring you to orgasm really gives us an incomplete picture of how effective these marital aids actually are. When Professor Pounding decides that he will once again let you climax, you should return here and let us test out our devices on your body again. It would be extremely useful. And I would love to compare those results with the results that we recorded from your body's today."

Mr. Dima said this all very clinically and matter-of-factly. It was as if he was inviting her back to take a survey regarding her satisfaction with her cellphone service. There was no hint of acknowlegement in his facial expression or in his voice that the "test trial" was the sadistic humiliating public ordeal that it actually was. Olivia clenched her jaw shut and glared up at the ceiling. Why on earth would she ever return to the observation lab for more test trials?

She had one more day of community service. Just one more day, she thought to herself as she let out a long heavy exhale. As soon as her third and final day of community service was completed, she would (thankfully!) no longer be under the custody of Professor Luke Pounding. She would exit Vulmonia and fly back home to America, cutting short her Eastern European backpacking trip. She would return to her hometown in upstate New York and begin preparing for her first year of college. With any luck, none of her friends or family back home would find out about her mortifying misadventure in the tiny former Soviet nation. She would put this whole embarrassing experience behind her and turn over a new leaf as a college freshman. She would no longer be known as the oversexed nymphomaniac that the entire country of Vulmonia had labeled her as.

After removing the last couple of sensors, Mr. Dima then picked up a remote control from a metal rolling cart. He flipped a switch. Suddenly the anal stimulator, which Dr. Carolia had inserted into Olivia's back passage, began to shrink back down to its original size. As Mr. Dima removed the inflatable butt plug, Olivia let out a sigh of relief. Finally her torture was over for the day. She would return to the the small exam room where she had originally got undressed, and she would at last be able to put her clothes back on.

She expectantly looked over at Egor, the hospital orderly, and anxiously waited for him to unbuckle her restraints. Egor did walk over to her. But instead of unfastening her bonds, he instead placed a plastic bucket on the floor at the foot of the exam table.

"What are you doing? Why aren't you letting me up off of the table?" she asked, troubled. Egor, not speaking any English, shrugged his shoulders and said something in his native tongue. He had a completely disinterested look on his face. She felt her stomach drop as dread began to set in.

"Olivia, you silly girl," chided Dr. Sokolov. "The volunteer who penetrated you ejaculated into your vagina. Your cunt is full of spunk. You don't want to get pregnant, do you? We need to give you another douche."

Olivia looked around the observation lab. She noted the ginning faces of all the men ogling her nude form with lust in their eyes.

"I can take a shower back at the hotel," she argued, her voice beginning to crack as tears filled her eyes. "Please, just give me a dose of the morning after pill. But you don't need to wash my ... um ... you don't need to wash ... me down there. Especially not here in front of all these people!" she pleaded desperately.

"Nonsense!" Dr. Sokolov declared. "What kind of a doctor would I be if I let a test subject from one of my experiments leave my laboratory with a dirty pussy! We must administer another vaginal cleansing," he stated decisively. "Besides," he winked at her, "it's not as if you won't find it pleasurable." The physician reached down and gently rubbed her engorged little kernel. Olivia inhaled sharply and shuddered. Dr. Sokolov let out a boisterous laugh as he walked away to prepare Olivia's douche.

After a thorough vaginal cleaning - in full view of the male audience - Olivia was led from the observation lab back into the small exam room to retrieve her clothing. She dressed as quickly as she could. But there was nothing she could do about the fact that the top half of her outfit consisted of nothing more than a sheer white tanktop and no bra. And below the waist, her only attire was an extremely short miniskirt. No panties, of course.

Officer Amelin reattached the clit leash. As the clamp made contact with her sensitized flesh, Olivia closed her eyes and tried to muffle a moan. After all of the sexual stimulation and orgasm denial that had been forced upon her, any pressure whatsoever that was applied to her clitoris made her quiver.

"Well Miss Williams," Dr. Sokolov addressed the scantily clad teen, staring right at her nipples, which were clearly visible through the fabric of her tanktop. "After observing your body's reactions today during the test trial, I am pleased to tell you that I am very satisfied with the performance of the marital aids that we've developed. And your second day of community service is completed."

"Thank you, Dr. Sokolov," Olivia said, trying to sound sincere. However, the underlying bitterness in her voice was unmistakable.

"Now you be a good girl and try your best tomorrow. It's my understanding that tomorrow will be you last day of community service?"

"Yes," Olivia replied through clenched teeth.

"Hm, I wonder what Judge Thorsky had planned for you for tomorrow?" the doctor said with a cocked eyebrow and a sly smile.

"No doubt, it will be something that gets this little American whore wet between her thighs," Officer Amelin jeered. The doctor and the two police officers heartily laughed as Olivia's cheeks turned scarlet.

"Speaking of the judge," Officer Letov said as he looked down at his watch. "It'll be five o'clock soon. We really need to get back to the courthouse and check in with His Honor."

"Of course," Dr. Sokolov nodded. "You'd best get a move on then." But before the policemen exited the room with the scantily clad girl, the physician quickly added, "Miss Williams, don't forget what Mr. Dima told you. When Professor Pounding allows you to have orgasms again, you should return so we can conduct more experiments. We're developing a whole new set of marital aids. We'll need to test them out on someone."

Olivia rolled her eyes in disgust.

"Oh, don't worry," snickered Officer Amelin. "This horny little slut will be back in your observation lab in no time! Did you hear the way she begged for for orgasms during the test trial? If there's any chance that she might get to cum, I guarantee you that she'll be back in here with her ankles in the stirrups, her legs wide open and her pussy sopping wet!"

"I certainly hope so!" Dr. Sokolov chortled.

The clinician and the policemen bid each other farewell in Vulmonian. Officer Amelin gave the leash a sharp tug. Olivia whimpered as she was led out the door by her cunt.

*******

"Well Miss Williams," Judge Thorsky eyed the young girl standing in front of him. "How did you do today?"

"Um, okay ... I think," Olivia replied hesitantly.

"The doctor conducting the test trial seemed pleased with the results," Officer Letov informed the judge. "Miss Williams body was extremely responsive to the sexual stimulation from the marital aids."

"I'm not surprised," Judge Thorsky remarked. "With that overactive libido of hers, I figured that testing out sex toys would be something she might actually be good at. Isn't that right, Miss Williams?"

Olivia's face flushed with both anger and shame. But she knew not to argue with the stern judge. "Yes, Your Honor," she quietly responded, trying to hide her rage.

"I was curious to see what the scientists were developing over there at the lab. So I called Dr. Sokolov's office and asked him to send over a sample." The judge opened one of his desk drawers and pulled out an object. "His engineer, Mr. Uday, had this interesting little device sent over to my chambers. He said that it's called 'The Biting Bullet.'"

Olivia felt her stomach flip flop as her face paled. The two officers standing behind her started to snigger. As Olivia stared at the small vibrator in the judge's hand, her palms began to sweat.

"Miss Williams, come over here," Judge Thorsky commanded, pointing at the floor right next to his chair.

Olivia shakily inhaled as she walked around the large wide mahogany desk. She reluctantly stood where the judge indicated.

"Lift up your skirt," the judge ordered. Olivia inwardly groaned as she clasped the hem of her miniskirt. She slowly lifted the skimpy garment, lewdly exposing the lower half of her body.

Judge Thorsky reached over and placed his palm on her lower abdomen, just above her pelvis. He brought his hand down over her pubic mound and back up again, repeating the action several times. As her stroked her vulva he said, "I feel a bit of stubble there. You'll need to be shaved again soon." Olivia closed her eyes and blushed furiously. The two police men tittered as they looked on.

"We'll be sure to mention it to Professor Pounding when we drop her off at the hotel," Officer Letov assured the judge.

"Alright, now let me see if I can figure out how to use this thing." Judge Thorsky looked down at the controls on the battery pack and pressed a button. The little vibrator began buzzing. "Interesting," he observed. "And I imagine that you would like it very much if I put this right ..."

He held the humming little device just millimeters from Olivia's clit. Olivia could feel all of her blood rushing towards her sex. Her little pearl began to fill. Her clitoral hood pulled back exposing the head. Her little nub was so sensitive, the subtle movement of air in the room tickled her in her forbidden place. The vibrating toy was so close, but it was not quite making contact. Without thinking, Olivia let out a quiet little whimper.

"The neediness of your cunt never ceases to amaze," the judge shook his head incredulously.

Olivia cringed slightly as she involuntarily whined.

"Fine," the judge relented. "I'll put you out of your misery. I'll put this right ... here!" he said as he pressed the bullet vibrator against Olivia's clitoral shaft.

"Oooooh!" Olivia moaned as here eyes rolled back. Her hips came forward as she surrendered her dignity and her pride. "Yesssssssssssss!"

Judge Thorsky looked down at the battery pack and pressed another button.

"Oh!" Olivia exclaimed as the intensity of the vibrations increased. Her hips began to gyrate as she could feel a climax begin to approach. "Oh jesus!"

Judge Thorsky looked down at the controls. "There's another button here," he observed. "Do the vibrations just keep getting stronger?" he inquired.

"Why don't you press it and find out," Officer Amelin suggested mischievously.

"No!" Olivia blurted out. "Not the third button!"

"Why?" the judge asked puzzled. "What does it do?"

Olivia opened her mouth to reply. But before she could articulate a response, Judge Thorsky pressed the third button on the battery pack of the Biting Bullet.

Suddenly a sharp painful shock on her clitoris left Olivia speechless. Instead of words coming out of her mouth, she emitted a high-pitched scream.

"What was that?" the judge queried, bewildered, as he pulled the sex toy away from Olivia's body.

"Nothing more than a harmless little electrical shock," Officer Letov said casually.

"Oh, is that all?" the judge said sounding rather unconcerned as he looked up at Olivia. "That doesn't sound too bad. There's no reason for you to behave so dramatically." And with that, the judge returned the stinging sex toy back to Olivia's genitals.

"Ow!" Olivia squealed. "Stop it!"

She tried to take a step backward, desperate to get away. But Judge Thorsky reached around with his free hand, gripped one of her plump ass cheeks and pulled her nearer. As she struggled in his grasp, trying to get away, his large fingers dug into her soft pale rump, holding her close. All the while, the biting bullet continued to send painful shocks throughout her privates.

"Oh god! Please stop!" Olivia implored. "OW!"

After a few minutes of watching Olivia squirm and writhe, her face contorted in pain, Judge Thorsky removed the Biting Bullet and turned it off. Olivia let out a long heavy sigh.

"Well, that was fascinating," Judge Thorsky smirked. "I must commend Dr. Sokolov and Mr. Uday for inventing such a versatile tool. It can be used for both pleasure and pain."

He put the vibrator down on his desk and leaned back in his chair with a thoughtful look on his face.

"As a judge, I am a big supporter of both reward and punishment, depending on what the situation calls for. It's always nice to reward a woman with pleasure ... IF she deserves it," he opined. "However, we all know that there are times when a silly girl misbehaves. And I think that this device is an excellent way to punish a bad girl. It appears to give pleasure ... at first. But then, with a press of a button, it very quickly turns to pain. The perfect way to punish a naughty girl with a naughty pussy!" the judge declared as he gave Olivia's vulva a firm spank.

Olivia yelped and jumped in surprise as Judge Thorsky and the policemen laughed.

"Alright then," he said, finally releasing Olivia from his grasp. "You'll report back here at nine o'clock tomorrow morning. At that time, I will inform you about what I have decided to assign you for your third and last day of community service."

"Yes, Your Honor," Olivia replied obediently but dispassionately.

"Now you may lower your skirt and return to the officers," Judge Thorsky directed. However, before she had a chance to cover herself completely, the judge gave her pussy one final stroke. "And be sure to let Professor pounding know that your cunt needs to be shaved."

"Yes, Your Honor," she replied, almost in a whisper.

"Your Honor, we'll be sure to inform Professor Pounding that she needs to shave her twat," Officer Amelin promised.

"Mm, good," the judge said with mild approval. "Oh! And gentlemen," he said suddenly thinking of something. "Why don't you also pass this on to the good professor." Judge Thorsky handed over the Biting Bullet to Officer Letov. Then looking over at Olivia with a lasciviousness, he said, "Once Professor Pounding figures out what it does, I'm sure he can put it to good use."

The policeman took the vibrator from the judge. "I'm sure he will, Your Honor," Officer Letov grinned. "I'm sure he will." The men all chuckled.

Olivia grimaced and trembled with fear as she looked at the torture device that Officer Letov held in his hand.

Officer Amelin reattached the clit leash and began to lead Olivia out of the judge's chambers.

"And Miss Williams," Judge Thorsky called out. "Make sure to be a good girl tonight! If you can make Professor Pounding happy, maybe he'll finally allow you to climax. Maybe he'll reward you with the first two settings on the marital aid."

Olivia heaved a disgusted sigh. "Yes ... Your Honor," she answered, hoping her contempt was masked.

"But be careful," the judge solemnly warned. However, there was a hint of a smile behind his serious demeanor. "You'd better not be a naughty girl. You don't want the professor to press the third button."

Suddenly Olivia felt the back of her skirt flip up. Something made contact with her flesh between her round ass cheeks. Then, without warning, her backside was zapped with a stinging electrical shock.

"Ah!" she yelled startled and in pain. She quickly spun around.

There was Officer Letov standing behind her holding the Biting Bullet. "Oops, look at that!" he said sheepishly with mock surprise. "I accidentally had it on the third setting!"

The three men burst out laughing as Olivia rubbed the offended area on her posterior.

"Alright, you should get going," Judge Thorsky chuckled, waving them away. "Professor Pounding is probably waiting for you back at the hotel. It looks like you're going to be in for an ... interesting evening, Miss Williams," he gestured at the "marital aid" in officer Letov's hand.

*************

Officer Letov steered the police car out of the courthouse parking lot and they began their drive through the streets of Nulmara City, toward the hotel. As the vehicle rumbled along over the winding, uneven cobblestone roads, Officer Amelin sporadically tugged on the clit leash, mercilessly teasing the American teenager. All the while, Olivia silently prayed that Luke Pounding might be able to muster up enough compassion not to use the third setting on the Biting Bullet. However, given his behavior that she had witnessed so far, Olivia knew there was a good chance that her prayers might go unanswered.