Olivia in Vulmonia Ch. 36

"What time do you think Judge Thorsky will arrive home?" Olivia asked as she nervously glanced over at the clock on the mantle in the spacious living room.

"Hard to say," Bogdan replied as he pulled the curtain aside and peered out the window. "Since the judge is hosting a party tonight, he'll probably get home early to make sure everything's ready."

Olivia apprehensively clasped her hands together and intertwined her her fingers. She was extremely anxious. She still did not know what to expect for that evening. Would Judge Thorsky expect her to attend the party? Would he put her to work in the kitchen? Would he lock her in the basement? She had no idea.

"That's his car," Bogdan said as he pulled the curtain back over the window. "You have to get undressed. Now!"

The two of them dashed back into the kitchen. The table and counters were covered in trays of glasses and platters of hors d'oeuvres. Olivia quickly pulled off the green dress and handed it to Bogdan. The butler promptly shoved it into the cupboard. She then reached behind her to undo her bra. But her fingers were shaking so badly, she could not undo the clasp.

"Here, let me get that for you," said Bogdan. He swiftly stepped behind her and unhooked her brassiere.

"Thanks!" Olivia said as she pulled it down her arms and handed it to him.

"Sure, no problem. Now take off your panties!" he urged.

Olivia knew she should no longer feel embarrassed about being naked in front of Bogdan. Especially considering what had taken place between the tow of them that morning. But she still could not help but blush as she pulled down her underwear and handed it to him. He tossed the undergarments on top of the green dress in the cupboard and shut the door. Then the two of them made their way out of the kitchen and into the hallway to greet Judge Thorsky.

As the door opened, the judge grunted a disinterested greeting at both of them in Vulmonian and then shoved a shopping bag at Olivia. "Here," he barked. "Go put this on."

"Yes, Your Honor," Olivia replied as she made her way downstairs, shopping bag in hand. So it did seem as though Judge Thorsky was going to make Olivia attend his party after all. But at least he had given her something to wear so that she would not be completely naked. Olivia set the bag down of the bed, reached in and pulled out the contents.

She should not have been surprised. But she grimaced all the same. There was a black satin corset. A pair of patent leather high heels. Black stockings. A very small, short white frilly apron. And a white lacy maid's cap. The cap was really more of a hair accessory than a hat. It was obviously more for decoration than it was functional. As was the minuscule apron.

Olivia looked into the shopping bag to make sure she had not missed anything. There was no dress. No bra. No panties. While it was true that certain parts of her body would be covered, her breasts, bottom and crotch would all be completely exposed.

Why, Olivia thought to herself. Why did Judge Thorsky insist on doing this to her? As she put on the different pieces, she seethed when she thought about what a hypocrite the judge was. He had convicted her of public nudity. But now he was throwing a party where he was going to put her most private body parts on display.

The corset was the second to last thing she put on. It sat just under her bust and had a series of hooks down the front. She was not sure that she was going to be able to get it on at first. She had to really suck in her stomach and pull the two sides together in front of her. But eventually, after a few tries, she did finally manage to close and fasten the garment. It was extremely tight. Uncomfortably tight.

She then walked into the bathroom. When she looked in the mirror, she almost bust out crying. This was worse than the outfit she had worn at Lomar's strip club. Her breasts were free and loose above the corset. Her bald pussy was clearly visible under the mini apron. As she clipped the maid's cap into her hair at the top of her head, she looked both obscene and comical, all at once. She could not believe that Judge Thorsky was doing this to her.

"Olivia," Bogdan called down the stairs. "Judge Thorsky wants to know if you're ready yet. He wants to inspect your uniform to make sure you look presentable."

Olivia tried to ignore the lump in her throat and the tears welling up in her eyes. "Uh ... um ... be right there," Olivia weakly called back.

Just get through this, she told herself. At this very moment, Dr. Brovachik was planning her escape. Once her fake passport was purchased and her train and plane tickets were booked, she would be out of Vulmonia forever. But for now, she needed to play along and obey the judge.

Olivia ascended the stairs and walked into the kitchen. Judge Thorsky and Bogdan were both discussing something in Vulmonian. As she entered the room, both men stopped speaking as they turned and looked at her.

Judge Thorsky let out a long low whistle. "Miss Williams, look at you," he grinned. "Look at how tiny your waist is! I figured that I'd better dress you in something tight and sexy now. After I plant a baby in your belly, you won't be able to wear things like that anymore."

Olivia bristled at the idea of being heavily pregnant with the judge's child. If she did not get out of Vulmonia soon, she would end up in the later stages of pregnancy with a large distended stomach. And after that ... Olivia could not even bring herself to think about what would happen after that.

Bogdan, embarrassed, quickly looked away from Olivia in her vulgar costume. He then looked back at her face and met her gaze. He furrowed his brow in a rather pained expression. Olivia, looking him in the eye, subtly nodded at him, acknowledging his sympathy.

"Doesn't she look ravishing?" Judge Thorsky enthused as he elbowed Bogdan in the ribs.

"Yes, Your Honor," Bogdan replied through clenched teeth.

"Alright," the judge said, briskly changing the subject. "Tonight, Bogdan will be serving drinks. Miss Williams, you will be responsible for serving food. When the guests arrive, just grab a platter and go around the room. After you've offered those appetizers to everyone, just come back into the kitchen and get a different platter. It's really a very simple task. Even an American girl can handle it," he said as he patted her on her forehead.

"Yes, Your Honor," Olivia said as she tried not to pull a face.

The doorbell rang and Olivia's stomach dropped. What on earth was she in for?

"Looks like our first guests have arrived," the judge smiled.

Bogdan left the kitchen to go answer the door.

"You look nervous, Miss Williams," Judge Thorsky said as he reached out and began stroking her left breast.

"I just ... I mean ... can't I wear something else?" Olivia asked in a whisper.

"I think you look fantastic in this outfit." He placed his hands on her cinched waist as he looked down at her body. "You're my breeding slut. I want to show you off in all of your fertile glory." His hands came down over her hips and then slid back onto her buttocks. He firmly gripped both of her cheeks and squeezed.

Olivia squealed.

Judge Thorsky chuckled, turned around and exited the kitchen. He made his way into the foyer to go greet his guests.

Olivia wondered how long she should wait before going out and serving the guests. As the doorbell kept ringing and more and more guests arrived, Olivia's anxiety grew. Despite being scantily clad, she was sweating. Her heart raced as she inhaled shaky breaths.

"I'm sorry Olivia," Bogdan poked his head into the kitchen. "I know you don't want to. But if you don't come out into the living room soon, the judge is going to get angry."

Olivia squeezed her eyes shut as she let out a heavy exhale. Then she looked up at the butler. "Bogdan, I don't want to be the only naked one out there. It's so mortifying!"

"Yeah, I'd imagine it would be," said Bogdan as he put a comforting arm around her shoulders. "But you might be surprised. Just come out and get it over with. I promise, it won't be so bad." He handed her a platter of hors d'oeuvres.

"What do you mean, I might be surprised?" she suspiciously inquired.

"You'll see." He gently guided her out of the kitchen.

As they approached the entrance to the living room, Olivia stopped in her tracks and just stared. There were about thirty guests. The men looked to be in their forties, fifties or sixties. They donned dark colored suits and all had expensive looking haircuts.

Most of the women, by contrast, looked to be in their twenties. That did not surprise Olivia. Bogdan had told her earlier that the women were all escorts and not the men's wives. The girls all had big hair and wore too much makeup. Pretty much what Olivia had expected from prostitutes. However, what she had not been expecting was that each and every one of them was naked. With the exception of stockings and high heels, the women wore no clothes.

"I don't understand," Olivia whispered to Bogdan. "I thought public nudity was a crime here in Vulmonia."

"They all wore trench coats or some sort of covering when they arrived. But they were required to undress as soon as they stepped in the door," Bogdan explained. "See, so you're not the only one," he said encouragingly.

That did make Olivia feel slightly better. With so many other naked woman to look at, Olivia would not feel so singled out.

"Okay," she said. "I guess maybe this won't be so bad."

Bogdan smiled down at her sympathetically. "Just try to get through it. Alright?"

"Alright," Olivia nodded as she followed him into the living room.

As Olivia made her way toward the guests, they all turned to look at her. Her face went red as she tried to keep her breathing normal.

One of the men turned to Judge Thorsky and said something in Vulmonian.

"Actually," the judge said to the man in English, "I didn't get a maid. This is Olivia Williams. She's from America. And I'm breeding her." He then repeated his statement in Vulmonian so that all of his guests could understand.

"So she's pregnant?" asked a different man.

"Not yet. Or at least, not that I know of. But I can't imagine that her womb will remain empty for long," the judge said as he took a swig of his drink.

"You're planting your seed in her that often?" inquired an older fat gentleman.

"Every night," Judge Thorsky smiled. "And even this morning. Isn't that right, Miss Williams?" the judge winked at Olivia.

The party guests all heartily laughed.

Olivia looked down at the living room floor. "Yes, Your Honor," she mumbled.

"So you've chosen to breed an American girl," said a grey haired man who sounded rather skeptical. "Don't most American girls have a bit of a ... reputation? Are you sure breeding her is a good idea? Can you trust her? I mean, how will you be sure that the baby is yours?"

"While it is true that Miss Williams' libido can get a bit out of hand at times, I've come up with a way to ensure that I will be the father," the judge declared.

"And how will you do that?" the grey haired man challenged.

"You'll see," Judge Thorsky smiled mysteriously.

The conversation between the guests transitioned back to Vulmonian. Olivia was left feeling bewildered. What did Judge Thorsky mean? How was he going to "ensure" that he would be the father?

She timidly made her way around the room, offering the guests the appetizers that were on the platter. When she got to the grey haired man, she presented him with the tray of hors d'doeuvres. He picked up a round white vanilla wafer, which was coated in a thick pink paste . There was the tip of a strawberry planted in the middle.

"Do you know what we call this in Vulmonian?" he asked Olivia.

"No, Sir. No, I don't," she politely replied.

"We call this 'erhen nonok.' It is a common food served at most Vulmonian parties," he informed her.

"Oh, okay," Olivia nodded.

"Do you know what 'erhen nonok' means in English?" he asked with a sly smile.

Olivia shook her head no.

"It mean's 'angel's nipple,'" he grinned.

Olivia's face was already red. But she could feel it turning even redder, if that was possible. "Oh ... well ... um ...thank you for t ... t ... telling me, Sir," she stuttered.

"Honestly, I think I prefer THESE nipples," he said as he used his free hand to reach over toward Olivia's chest. He gave her left nipple a cheeky pinch. The guests who were standing nearby turned to look. They all laughed as the American girl stumbled backward. The platter in her hands wobbled, but somehow she managed not to drop any food on the floor.

"But you're no angel, are you?" the grey haired man said. Then, lowering his voice, he whispered in her ear, "I saw you yesterday morning. I saw you perform at Lomar's club. I bought the video and everything."

This time Olivia did actually drop the tray. It landed on the hardwood floor with a loud clatter. Angel's nipples went everywhere, scattered all across the floor. This time, everyone in the room turned to look. Olivia thought her heart was going to beat out of her chest. This was her worst nightmare come to life. Was this man going to tell Judge Thorsky what he saw Olivia do the morning before?

"Miss Williams!" the judge bellowed. "What in the hell is wrong with you!"

"I'm sorry, Your Honor," Olivia said frantically. "It was an accident! I'll clean it up right away!"

"Of course you will," Judge Thorsky growled at her.

Olivia knelt down and, with trembling fingers, she began gathering up all of the appetizers that had fallen on the floor. The grey haired man also crouched down next to her, as if to help her. But instead, he whispered, "Hey, don't worry. I won't tell anyone. Lomar had us all sign an agreement that we wouldn't tell anybody about your performance yesterday. Your secret's safe with me."

"Thank you, Sir," Olivia said, slightly relieved.

"But, if possible, I wouldn't mind a private performance some time." He smiled at her suggestively.

"Um ... I don't know. Judge Thorsky is pretty strict."

"And yet somehow you managed to sneak out to perform at Lomar's. If you can find a way to sneak out and meet me, I can make it worth your while."

"Uh ... well ... maybe," Olivia said flustered. "But I don't think we should talk about this right now." She looked over at Judge Thorsky who was eyeing her suspiciously from across the room.

The grey haired man pulled out a business card and slipped it into the front pocket of Olivia's tiny apron. "Contact me when you get the chance," he said. "It's not fair that Isaak gets to have all the fun."

"Uh ... sure," she said as she stood up with the platter of ruined food and hurried back into the kitchen.

She placed the tray on the kitchen counter and grabbed another one. She carefully made her way back out into the living room, making sure to hold the serving platter steady and level.

When she reentered, she saw that Judge Thorsky was sitting in a large armchair, nursing his beverage. "Oh Miss Williams," he called to her from across the room. "Set that tray down and come here, please."

Olivia placed the platter of new appetizers down on a coffee table and walked over to the judge. She stood before him with her head bowed and her shoulders slumped.

"Now Miss Williams," he began. "I don't know what's wrong with you. But I don't appreciate you dropping things and spilling food all over the floor."

"I'm sorry, Your Honor. It won't happen again," Olivia said solemnly.

"And do you think that's enough? 'Sorry?' For making a mess and causing a disturbance during my party, you think simply saying sorry is adequate?" He stared up at her. His face was cold at first. But his frown then turned to a smirk as he reached between her legs and slid his fingers between her fleshy folds.

"It ... it ... it ... was an accident," she said in a shaky voice. "I ... I ... I honestly don't know what you want me to doooo ... OOOH!" she squawked as the tip of his finger circled the head of her clitoris. Some of the party guests snickered. She could feel every eye in the room on her as she desperately tried not to lose her composure completely.

"Come closer, Miss Williams." The judge slid his first two fingers into her moist orifice and yanked her toward him. Olivia staggered forward until her stocking clad legs were brushing against the fabric of the judge's pants. "That's it," he said, removing his fingers from her slick passage and grabbing her upper arm. He began to pull her face down across his lap. The guests murmured to one another in Vulmonian as they watched the young American girl try desperately to pull away.

"Your Honor, I said that I'm sorry." She could feel his other arm come across the back of her waist. His hand gripped her hip. "Please, don't do this now! Not with everyone here! Not with everyone watching!" The party guests found Olivia's predicament to be quite amusing. Their laughter was muffled, but obvious. She tried her best to squirm away. But Judge Thorsky held her firmly down across his thighs with both arms.

"Come now, Miss Williams. We both know that if I don't teach you a lesson, you'll just keep making the same mistakes over and over again. And we don't want that. Now do we?" he scolded her as he stroked her plump bottom. Olivia shivered.

"But I have learned my lesson," she whined. "Please, this is so embarrassing!"

"Now, now, young lady. Actions always have consequences. And here in Vulmonia, we always carry out the consequences," he lectured her as he caressed her right buttock.

Olivia looked over at Bogdan with wide pleading eyes. The butler began to open his mouth to say something. But before he could get any words out, Judge Thorsky glared at him and issued an order in Vulmonian. Bogdan hesitated a moment, frozen in place, unable to do or say anything. Then he sighed heavily as he shrugged at Olivia with an apologetic look.

"I'm going to give you ten spanks with my hand. I think after tonight, we won't have to worry about you dropping anything ever again. Are you ready, Miss Williams?" Judge Thorsky asked, sounding a little too excited.

"No!" she cried.

"Well, too bad," the judge chuckled. He then forcefully struck her on the right side of her rear. The party guests laughed and a few even cheered as they watched her soft pale flesh wobble.

"Ow!" Olivia wailed.

"You'd better count out loud," Judge Thorsky warned. "If not, then I'll disregard that first one and it won't count."

"One!" Olivia miserably spat out.

He then harshly slapped her on her left buttock.

"Two!" she said in a tortured voice.

She closed her eyes as the judge repeatedly smacked her round voluptuous rump. Each spank felt more painful than the one that preceded it.

"I love watching your cheeks jiggle," Judge Thorsky commented as he delivered the ninth spank.

"You're not the only one," laughed the grey haired man as he stepped closer for a better view.

"Nine," Olivia said in a defeated voice.

"Only one more to go," said Judge Thorsky as he massaged her backside, which was covered in bright pink hand prints. Olivia winced as his fingers rubbed her sore flesh. He then delivered the final whack.

"Uh!" Olivia grunted. "Ten."

"There we go. All finished. Now that wasn't so bad, was it?" Olivia gave no reply. Judge Thorsky reinserted his fingers back into her vagina. Olivia let out a distressed yelp as her feet kicked up in the air.

"Is she wet?" called out a man standing near the back of the room.

"What do you think?" grinned the judge as he plunged his fingers into her vagina. As he pumped his digits in and out, there was an unmistakable moist squelching sound. The party guest all heartily laughed. It was clear to everyone in the room that Olivia's body was producing copious arousal fluid.