Olivia in Vulmonia Ch. 27

"At least we know she's well fed!" observed the politician from Romania.

"I don't mind. I don't like my women too skinny," commented the Hungarian import company owner.

Olivia's face blushed bright red, listening to what all the men were saying about her bottom. Her only consolation was that she was not forced to face any of them, standing as she was. She looked down at the floor and tried to stay calm as her dinner companions all made rude remarks about her body.

"Imagine fucking her doggy-style," mused the CEO from Estonia. "It would be a nice view. And talk about having something to hold onto!"

The men all laughed and voiced their agreement.

Kerik turned to the Belarusian and said, "Well Jakub, what are you waiting for? Her ass is all yours for the moment. Go on, give it a squeeze!"

The rest of the men all shouted in agreement. Olivia tried to brace herself for what was to come. But since she had her back to Jakub and she couldn't see, it was still something of a shock when the CEO from Belarus grabbed her ass cheeks and dug his fingers into her round rear end.

"Ah!" Olivia squealed.

"Mmmm ..." Jakub growled, bringing his face to the left side of her head and placing his lips to her ear. "This feels nice," he said as he kneaded her fleshy globes.

"Uh," Olivia grunted in discomfort. Why did he have to grab her so hard? She was worried that he might leave bruises.

"Alright Jakub, I think that's enough," Kerik said. "Elian obviously wants to take his turn."

"Yeah," said the Bulgarian investment banker, who was next in line. "I want my turn!"

"Fine," Jakub grumbled, giving Olivia's ass one final last squeeze. He then gave her plump bottom a quick slap before walking back towards the end of the line.

Relieved, Olivia frantically pulled up her panties and pulled down the back of her skirt. She turned back around to anxiously see what might happen next.

The banker from Bulgaria closed one eye, took aim and let the red and black dart fly from his fingertips. The streamlined object sailed through the air. As it approached the dartboard, it was clear that Elian had good aim. Very good aim. So good in fact that he hit the center.

"Bullseye!" Kerik announced.

Olivia thought she felt her heart stop. A bullseye? What on earth happened when someone got a bullseye? What horrible embarrassing thing were they going to do to her. She held her breath, terrified. What was going to happen now?

But much to her surprise, nothing happened. The Bulgarian man simply smiled as he began to walk back to the end of the line. The rest of the men all congratulated him on his excellent aim.

Olivia looked over at Luke. "I don't understand. He got a bullseye. What happens now?"

Luke merely smiled mysteriously and shrugged his shoulders.

"If any of the players lands three bullseyes, then they win. And at the end of that round, after everyone else finishes their turn, the game is then over," Kerik explained.

"So ... one of the players needs to hit the center three times and then ... and then after that round the game is just finished?" Olivia inquired with uncertainty.

"Yes, exactly!" nodded the Vulmonian host.

"I only need two more!" Elian, the Bulgarian banker grinned as he gloated.

Olivia was not exactly sure why the Bulgarian man did not get some sort of a "reward" for hitting the center. The other two men had not done nearly as well. But the Russian oil man's shot meant that she had to take off her blouse. And the Belarusian CEO got to grope her bum. So why did the banker not get something for his perfect shot?

Maybe whoever got three bullseyes would win money or something. Before she arrived, maybe they had pooled some cash together. That must be it, Olivia decided. The winner of the game would most likely walk away with some sort of a cash prize. She could not think of any other reason as to why the Bulgarian man received nothing for hitting the center of the board.

She silently prayed Elian's next two turns would also result in bullseyes. She hoped every man would hit the bullseye. Hitting the bullseye seemed to require her to do nothing. And a player getting three bullseyes would mean the game would come to an end.

Next up was the Estonian CEO. He was obviously drunk and, similar to the Russian oilman, only managed to hit the most outer section of the dartboard.

"And Olivia loses another piece of clothing!" Kerik hollered.

Sighing in disappointment, Olivia unzipped her skirt and slowly slid it off of her hips. Luke grabbed it from her and tossed it onto a chair with her blouse. The rowdy men all enthusiastically voiced their approval as they ogled Olivia's body, clad only in her bra and panties. Olivia, absolutely mortified, hunched her shoulders. However, a stern look from Luke let her know that she had better stand up straight. Her breasts were thrust out, cradled in her lacy pushup bra. Her ass stuck out prominently below the small of her back. Her face was scarlet. The man all made it clear that they liked what they saw.

"Okay Artem, you're next," Kerik said handing a dart to the Ukrainian property developer.

Artem took careful aim and then tossed his dart. To Olivia's relief, it was another bullseye. She would not be forced to do anything humiliating ... for now.

"Alright, for the record," called out the Vulmonian host, "that's one bullseye for Elian and one bullseye for Artem!"

Artem grinned, satisfied as he walked to the back of the line.

Next was the politician from Romania. He had terrible aim and almost missed. He only managed to hit the bottom most part of the board. A centimeter lower and he would have missed completely. But he did hit the dartboard and Olivia was required to remove another item of clothing.

Glowering, Olivia reached behind her and began to unhook her pushup bra. But she was so angry, her fingers were shaking. The Romanian politician's shot was terrible! Why should he be rewarded with a view of Olivia's large breasts? Olivia was so frustrated by the situation and her fingers were trembling so badly, she couldn't get her bra undone.

"Why don't I help you with that," the Romanian smiled smugly. "After all, I'm the reason you have to take your bra off in the first place."

"Vlad, you're such a gentleman," the Russian oil man said sarcastically as he rolled his eyes.

"It's true, Yuri," the Romanian replied with mock sincerity. "Helping damsels in distress is what I live for," he smirked as he stepped behind Olivia and swiftly unhooked the clasp on her undergarment.

Olivia suddenly felt her bra come loose and her breasts were no longer supported. She instinctively placed her hands over the bra cups and held them to her chest, preventing her brasserie from falling away. She clutched the fabric to her, refusing to reveal her bare breasts to all of the men in the room.

However, Vlad reached over her shoulders and grabbed her bra straps just above the cups. He yanked the undergarment away from Olivia's chest and down her arms.

As Olivia's bare bust came into view, the men in the room all shouted out a cheer in unison. "Dufari!!" echoed loudly throughout the room.

"That means 'tits' in Vulmonian," Luke translated. Vlad removed her bra completely and added it to the pile of clothing on the chair.

"She might be acting shy. But there's something about this situation that she likes. Look at how pointed her nipples are," observed Yuri, the Russian oil man.

"You could cut glass with those nipples," Elian, the Bulgarian banker agreed.

"Markus, you're up," said their Vulmonian host. He handed over a dart to the Hungarian importer.

"Thanks Kerik," Markus said as he accepted the black and red object. He jerked his wrist and forearm back and forth a couple of times, trying to get a feel for how he wanted to throw. He then took his shot. It was another bullseye.

"Oh, thank god!" Olivia quietly murmured. She would not need to do anything and another man was one step closer to ending this horrible game.

The Russian oil investor was once again back at the front of the line, eager to try again. His second attempt was better than his first, but not by much.

"Okay Yuri, tits or ass. Which would you rather feel?" asked Kerik.

"Tits!" the Russian replied as he stalked over to the frightened teenage girl.

Without thinking, Olivia brought her hands and forearms up over her naked vulnerable breasts. But Yuri immediately grabbed her wrists and pulled her hands away. He roughly cupped her heavy mammaries, weighing them, comparing one to the other.

"Nice big American hooters," he grinned as he roughly pawed her bosoms. He brought his forefingers and thumbs to the tips of he nipples. Olivia inhaled sharply as he pinched her nipples. He was not exactly gentle. But he did not pinch as hard as she had feared. He clearly was not trying to inflict pain.

However, what he was doing was worse than inflicting pain. As he rubbed and tweaked her pink pointed tit toppers, he was obviously trying to make her aroused. Olivia's face flushed, but this time embarrassment was not the sole reason for her blushing cheeks. As she tried to keep her breathing steady, she could feel herself begin to grow wet between her legs. Olivia was so ashamed of herself. This was far worse than any physical pain that they could ever inflict on her. How long was this going to go on?

"Alright Yuri, you've had your fun. Jakub wants to take his second turn," Kerik said.

The Russian oilman circled Olivia's areolas with his fingers and gave her nipples a final pinch. He then cupped her breasts one last time a squeezed. "I love how the Vulmonians play darts," he smiled. He then turned around and strutted back to the end of the line.

"It looks like you're not the only one who loves Vulmonian darts," said Artem in his Ukrainian accent. "Look at the gusset of her panties. It looks like she's also enjoying herself."

The men all lowered their gaze to Olivia's crotch. Sure enough, there was a very visible wet spot on Olivia's panties between her thighs.

Olivia gasped and quickly brought her hands down over her crotch as the men all burst out laughing at the embarrassed American teen.

"Don't cover yourself up my dear," said Kerik. "Your wet pussy is nothing to be ashamed of. I'm just glad you're having such a good time at our little dinner party! We Vulmonians always want people to enjoy themselves at out soirees!"

"Olivia, hands down at your sides," Luke ordered.

But Olivia could not move her hands. It was bad enough that they were forcing her to strip. It was bad enough that they were molesting her. But the fact that her sexual arousal was visible to every man in the room was more than she could bare. She kept her hands in front of her, desperately clutching her groin.

"Olivia!" Luke barked. "Hands down NOW!"

Kerik reached out towards Olivia's chest, grabbed one of her nipples and gave it a twist.

"Ah!" Olivia shrieked. She removed her hands from her crotch and immediately clutched her throbbing nipple.

"Sorry my dear, but we cannot have you ruining our fun," Kerik said, sounding less than apologetic. "I always pride myself on hosting epic diner parties. And I don't plan on this one being any different." Then he turned to the men. "Now, who's next?"

As Olivia rubbed her aching nipple, she watched as the Belarusian steel company CEO prepare for his second turn. He confidently threw his dart. And while he did not come close to hitting the center, he did do a little bit better than his first try.

"Not bad Jakub," observed the Vulmonian host. "According to where your dart landed, it looks like you get a lap dance."

Olivia forgot about her painful nipple for a moment and looked up in horror. A lap dance? She was required to perform a lap dance? It was one thing to be groped. As bad as that was, at least she could just stand there and be stoic. But performing a lap dance would require Olivia to take a more active role. It felt more complicit, like she was participating in her own humiliation as appose to humiliation being thrust upon her.

"Jakub, why don't you take a seat over here," Kerik suggested pointing at a chair near the center of the room. "Get nice and comfortable. And now Olivia, come on over."

Olivia did not budge. "I'm very sorry," she said, "but I don't know how to give a lap dance. I have no idea what to do!" She hoped that her inexperience would lead the men to believe that watching her perform an unskilled erotic dance would not be worth seeing. Maybe they would just skip over to the next man in line.

"With tits as big as those, you've never given a lap dance? I find that hard to believe!" the CEO from Estonia scoffed.

"Look at the big ass of yours. It looks like you were born to be a stripper," Vlad, the politician from Romania, pointed out.

"Olivia, giving a lap dance isn't exactly difficult. Just come here. I'm sure Jakub will tell you what he wants," instructed Kerik.

Suddenly Olivia felt a hand pressed firmly into the small of her back. Luke's hot breath was in her ear. "Cooperate now ... or face the consequences later," he hissed. He then gave her a hard shove toward the center of the room. Olivia stumble forward and stood awkwardly in front of the seated man. She awaited instructions.

"Come here." Jakub gestured with the fingers of both hands, making a come hither motion. Olivia reluctantly stepped nearer. She got as close as possible to the older man without actually touching him. "Now open your legs and straddle me," he commanded. Shuddering, Olivia widened her stance and shuffled forward until she was standing over the steel CEO's lap with a leg on each side. He grabbed onto her shoulders and pulled her upper body forward and down until her chest was directly in his face. "Mm, I like that," he grinned. "Now shake your tits."

Olivia stood still, bent over and frozen in place.

"Are you deaf, you stupid whore? I said, shake your tits!" Jakub growled as he slapped her left breast.

"Ow!" Olivia yelped. Not wanting rouse the ire of the Belarusian man, Olivia began to move her shoulders in an attempt to shimmy. Her big boobs began to sway from side to side. She knew all of the men were watching.

"Faster!" Jakub ordered.

Closing her eyes, unable to believe the situation she found herself in, Olivia vigorously twisted and turned at the waist. Her upper body rapidly rotated and her heavy bust wildly bounced. The men all enthusiastically cheered as Jakub rubbed his face into the jiggling jugs in front of him.

"For someone who has never given a lap dance before, you sure seem to be a natural," said Kerik encouragingly.

"It's true," Luke commented. "Olivia, I think you may have found your calling."

Olivia hated what they were saying about her. But she dared not stop the lewd performance for fear of retribution.

Suddenly she felt something warm and wet on her left nipple. She looked down and saw that Jakub had put his mouth on her left breast. First he licked the tip of her nipple. Then he wrapped his lips around the pink little nub, sucking it into his mouth and even engulfing her areola. Olivia placed her hands against his shoulders and tried to push him away. But he put his teeth around her nipple and gave her a little nip. "Ow!" Olivia howled as the men in the room all laughed.

"Any milk in there?" asked Elian, the Bulgarian investment banker.

Jakub released Olivia's nipple from his mouth. "None in the left tit. But let's try the right," he joked as he began to suckle on Olivia's right nipple. He swirled his tongue around the tip and sucked it between his teeth.

Olivia's hands remained on his shoulders. But instead of trying to push him away, her fingers dug into the fabric of his suit jacket. Her legs grew unsteady and she could feel the blood flow increase between her thighs. Her nether lips began to feel engorged as her clit began to pulsate. She kept her mouth clamped shut, fearful of what sort of sounds she might make if she were to open her lips.

Jakub pulled his mouth away from her right breast. "No milk in this one either," he said, giving her right breast a playful squeeze, pinching the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "Turn around," he ordered.

Olivia stepped back until she was no longer straddling him. She pivoted so that she was facing away. Jakub guided her with his hands on her hips as she slowly backed up toward him. This position made Olivia even more uncomfortable because now she was facing the room full of smirking leering men.

"That's it," Jakub said as her pulled her closer to him. "Bend your knees. Get lower," he directed her. With a firm grip on her hips, he pulled her down. As the gusset of her panties made contact with his lap, Olivia felt the unmistakable stiffness an erection. "Perfect," Jakub said with gruff approval. "Now move your hips."

As Olivia sat straddled over the steel CEO's hard cock, she looked around the room. The grinning laughing faces of the Eastern European business men all stared at her, ogling her.

"What are you waiting for?" the politician from Romania demanded. "Jakub won a lap dance from you. Now give the man a lap dance!"

The other men in the room began shouting out commands, wanting to see the embarrassed teen girl perform the vulgar action.

Olivia closed her eyes and cringed in disgust. She could not believe what she was about to do. But what other choice did she have? Wearing nothing but a pair of white panties, Olivia rocked her hips back and forth, rubbing her crotch against the steel CEO's groin. Her cotton covered clit pressed against his erect member and her arousal increased. She could feel herself getting wetter. Her cheeks were no longer flushed with desire. How could this possibly be happening, she wondered. Why was she getting more and more turned on?

The Belarusian reached around and cupped Olivia's large soft spheres. His fingers sought out her nipples. Olivia parted her lips and exhaled as he tweaked her sensitive nubs. The rocking of her hips quickened as did her breath. She kept her eyes closed, not wanting to look anyone in the face. It was bad enough that she could hear them.

The men watching the obscene spectacle hooted and hollered as they watched their friend enjoying the young girl's charms. Olivia's obvious sexual excitement also did not escape their attention. As she let out a low moan, the Bulgarian investment banker shouted out, "The little slut's going to cum soon."

Olivia's eyes flew open. She had not realized that her body's reactions were so apparent to everyone in the room. She lowered her gaze in shame. The banker was right. If she kept up the rocking of her hips, rubbing her privates against the Belarusian man, she would inevitably climax. However, she could not stop herself. She continued to rock back and forth on the Jakub's lap. She was getting so close to her first orgasm in over two days.

"Well, she'd better not come if she knows what's good for her. She knows she's not allowed to cum without my permission," Luke declared over the racket of the other men's voices.

"Then you'd better stop her soon," the Ukrainian property developer cautioned. "It looks like she's ready to cum any second now."

"Sir, please!" Olivia panted as she continued to rub herself on the older man's lap. "I haven't cum since I was in the pillory. All day today and yesterday, I've been teased too much. I can't take it anymore. Please, Sir. Please, I need to cum!" Olivia knew that she sounded desperate and pathetic. But she could not stop the words coming out of her mouth as she frantically humped her crotch of the man who was situated between her legs.

"Maybe you should let her cum," suggested Kerik. "Look at her. The little whore looks like she's just on the edge. Why not let her finish?" The other men in the room began yelling out their opinions.