Olivia in Vulmonia Ch. 42

"Look at her tits," said Mardo. "Look at them bounce!"

"They are a lovely sight," Judge Thorsky agreed. "You know, slut does have her flaws. She has been difficult to train. And she often fails to behave like a proper lady. But I'll admit, she does have a couple of redeeming qualities."

"More like a pair of redeeming qualities," Rivda joked.

"And what a pair they are!" Mardo added.

The icy burn eventually began to wear off as the cube melted down to nothing more than cold water. Olivia was left with a cool numb feeling down below. She had stopped squirming and was beginning to calm down. She shakily inhaled and exhaled as the muscles in her body began to relax slightly. She lay slumped against Shura. He still had his left arm around her. His hand rested on her belly.

"See? It's not so bad now. Your little pussy is going to be alright." Shura lovingly patted her on her twat. Olivia did not react. She was so numb, she could barely feel anything. "And you don't have to worry about cumming without Judge Thorsky's approval. We wouldn't want that, now would we?"

Olivia stared straight ahead. She was not just physically numb, but emotionally, she began to shut down. She was in shock. Life with Judge Thorsky was terrible. But the judge was eventually going to send her away. And there was a pretty good chance that the next man who was going to breed her might be Shura.

Shura, who was even older than Judge Thorsky. Shura with his bald head and long Moses beard. Shura who wanted to force her to have five more babies. Shura who was "religious" but did not see anything wrong with molesting an eighteen year old girl.

No, Olivia thought to herself. I can't take it anymore, she silently decided. She could not continue on. If she was going to be forced to stay in Vulmonia, there was nothing left for her to live for. She would be better off taking her own life.

Then she remembered Bogdan. She looked over at the tall young butler. He stood a couple of meters away near the entrance to the kitchen. He would not even look at her. Olivia felt so ashamed. She was suppose to be in some sort of romantic relationship with Bogdan. But due to their cruel and unusual situation, the gentle manservant was forced to watch her as she begged for orgasms from other men. He must have thought she was a whore. She had certainly acted like one just now.

But maybe that no longer mattered. If his behavior that morning had been any indication, it seemed as though Bogdan never planned on speaking to her ever again. Perhaps it made no difference if he thought that she was a whore. He had made it pretty clear, earlier in the kitchen, that their relationship was over.

So, Olivia really did have nothing to live for if she remained the tiny backward country. And with the judge forcing her to wear the chastity belt, escape was virtually impossible. Olivia felt dead inside. She could not let herself ruminate on what her fate in Vulmonia might be. The future that these men had planned for her was unthinkable.

"Now that you gentlemen have had a chance to get a decent feel of 'the goods,' I think it's time that we watch an exhibition of slut's fitness level. I'd like to demonstrate to you how healthy and strong slut is."

"I only want the fittest and strongest breeding slut having my babies." Shura put his hand on Olivia's upper arm and felt her bicep. "A good breeding slut is a healthy breeding slut."

"Well, you plan on forcing her to give birth at least five times. A frail girl would never survive being bred by you," Mardo pointed out.

With a wave of his hand, Judge Thorsky directed their attention to the back lawn. "This morning I had my manservant construct a simple yet challenging obstacle course."

Olivia fixed her gaze on Bogdan and gave him a dirty look. She knew that he had only been following his employer's instructions. But she still felt betrayed, hearing that Bogdan was the one who set up the obstacle course.

Judge Thorsky looked over at the the various apparatuses on the lawn. And then back over at Olivia. "Hm ... I think we'll make slut run through it ten times. That should prove to you all that she's in robust health."

Olivia's stomach dropped. Ten times? was the judge insane? Her bulging breasts ached just thinking about all the running and jumping that she was about to be forced to do. And the humiliation of crawling through the mud under the net.

Suddenly Bogdan cleared his throat. Looking down at the watch on his left wrist, he said, "Your Honor, I'm terribly sorry to interrupt, but ..."

"Then don't!" Mardo did not even bother to look at the domestic servant as he spoke.

"What the hell do do want?" Judge Thorsky sneered at his disobedient butler.

"It's just that it's a quarter to nine. And you said that your schedule today at the courthouse is really busy. So, I figured that I'd better ..."

"Fine, fine, fine," Judge Thorsky muttered.

Olivia closed her eyes and exhaled in relief. Finally a little luck. Something had actually gone her way for once. She was going to be spared the pain and humiliation of running the obstacle course. Not to mention jumping up and down on the trampoline.

"We'll postpone the fitness demonstration ... for now. But don't think you're getting off that easy, slut," he said to Olivia. "Bright and early tomorrow morning, you're going to complete this obstacle course. And you're going to go through it as many times as I see fit."

"I'm available. I'll be back here tomorrow morning," Rivda said.

"So will I," Mardo told the judge.

"Watching the unclothed female form in motion is a beautiful thing." Shura smiled creepily at Olivia. "I'll definitely be back here tomorrow to witness your nude performance. I wouldn't miss it for the world!"

Olivia silently cursed. Judge Thorsky could never just let her catch a break.

"Bogdan, go get slut her porridge," ordered the judge. "She needs her breakfast. If she doesn't eat, then my baby doesn't eat."

Olivia watched with disappointed as the manservant hurried into the kitchen. Since Bogdan had now decided to no longer disobey the judge, her delicious secret breakfasts were now probably a thing of the past.

"Come over here, slut. Time to lock you back into your chastity belt." Judge Thorsky picked up the metallic undergarment, crouched down and held it out for Olivia.

The American teenager pouted as she trudged over and stepped into the leg holes. Judge Thorsky pulled the steel device up over her hips and fastened the clasp at the front. He then pulled the key out of his pocket, inserted it into the lock and turned it in a clockwise motion.

Hearing the familiar click, he said, "Locked back in, safe and sound!" He smiled as he dropped the key back into his breast pocket on the front of his shirt, just a couple of inches below his left shoulder. "No one's getting to that cunt anytime soon. Now I don't need to worry about Dr. Brovachik trying to finger your horny little pussy. Unfortunately for him, the good doctor only gets to play with your titties today," snickered the judge as he sat back down at the table.

Bogdan appeared in the doorway of the kitchen holding a ceramic bowl. The silver shiny handle of a spoon was sticking out and steam rose up off of the top. The bowl looked unusually large. It looked like, on that particular morning, Olivia was getting a double portion of porridge. Great, Olivia sarcastically thought to herself. Tasteless grey mush. Could they not have given her a bowl of Wheaties instead? Just for variety? Why did the judge always insist on porridge? Porridge, the breakfast of breeding sluts. Apparently.

Bogdan began walking toward the table at a quick pace. As he rapidly made his way over, the tow of his right loafer got caught on the edge of an unevenly laid patio stone. As he continued forward, he stumbled suddenly, losing his balance. The normally athletic and graceful young man clumsily fell forward, landing awkwardly on his right knee.

The bowl of porridge, which previously had been wedged securely between the butler's agile hands, was now airborne. As Olivia watched her bland breakfast sail through the air, a look of pure delight spread across her face. As if it had been shot from a catapult, the bowl arced high above the table. As it soared past with a woosh, up over their heads, the unappetizing contents began to emerge from the dish. A flying nebulous blob, most of the hot grey goop escaped from the bowl. And as gravity took hold, forcing the flavorless slop to descend, a good portion of Olivia's porridge splattered across Judge Thorsky's burly chest.

The American girl had to clamp her hands over her mouth to keep herself from laughing out loud.

The nearly empty bowl landed on the ground behind Judge Thorsky's chair and shattered into hundreds of pieces. The spoon chimed musically as it skipped a few times across the patio stones.

Judge Thorsky's face turned from a pleasant pink to an enraged red. He opened his mouth and let out a string of Vulmonian obscenities. As he screamed in his mother tongue, he cussed out his terrified butler.

Flustered, Bogdan began to apologize profusely in his native language as he staggered to his feet.

"After what I caught you doing last night, you go and pull a stunt like this?" Judge Thorsky hollered in English. He clearly wanted Olivia to understand what was being said. Probably to scare her.

"Your Honor, it was an accident. I'm sorry!" Bogdan ran over to the table and grabbed a handful of napkins. He then began trying to wipe up some of the mess off of the judge's chest.

"Are you stupid? What do you think you're doing? Don't touch me!" Judge Thorsky spat spitefully.

"Sorry, Your Honor." Bogdan scrambled over to collect the pieces of the broken dish, which were scattered across the patio behind the judge's chair.

"No, you imbicile!" Judge Thorsky barked. "We don't have time for that right now. Go get me a clean shirt. NOW! I'm going to be late for work!"

"Yes, right away, Your Honor." Bogdan dropped the broken ceramic pieces back onto the ground.

"It's soooo hard to find good help these days," Mardo said contemptuously as he watched Bogdan dash back into the house.

"Isn't that the truth," muttered the judge.

Olivia tried her best to laugh silently. But she could not stop her entire body from shaking. After all of the pain and embarrassment that Judge Thorsky had put her through, it felt good to finally see him experience some misfortune of his own. Olivia knew that a bit of spilled oatmeal was not a major humiliation. But nonetheless, she was going to enjoy this little schadenfreude for all that it was worth.

"What are you sniggering at, Miss Williams?" the judge demanded to know as he stood up and began to unbutton his shirt. He was so angry, he had forgotten to call her "slut." And instead used her real name.

"Nothing, Your Honor," she giggled.

"Well, you won't be laughing when I get home this evening. You thought I got rough with you last night? Last night is going to seem like a romantic honeymoon compared to what I'm going to do to you tonight after supper." He tore off his ruined shirt and balled it up into a wrinkled mass.

"Will this one do, Your Honor?" Bogdan sprinted out of the house onto the patio. He presented his employer with a fresh garment, still in its clear drycleaning bag.

"I guess it'll have to," Judge Thorsky growled.

He violently flung his dirty piece of clothing at his butler. Bogdan caught it with his free hand and handed over the unsullied replacement.

"You're on thin ice, Bogdan." Judge Thorsky ripped off the plastic covering, unfastened the top button and removed the clean shirt from its hanger. He then jammed his arms into the sleeves and yanked it up over his shoulders. "I remember when I first hired you a year ago. You gave me some big sob story about how your family is so poor and that you need to help your sick mother. You told me how hard you would work for me because this job is so important to you." The judge fiercely thumbed the small white buttons through their corresponding holes and tucked the clean new shirt into his pants.

"This job is important to me, Your Honor. Please, this was an accident. And last night ... well ... last night was a mistake. I promise, Your Honor, I'll never do anything like that ever again."

Olivia could not help but roll he eyes as Bogdan grovelled.

"Please don't fire me, Your Honor! My family needs the money that I earn from this job. From now on, I'll only do as you say! I'll follow your orders to the letter!"

Olivia no longer found the situation funny. Bogdan was the closest thing she had ever had to a boyfriend. And now the things he was saying broke her heart. "A mistake?" What he had done with her was "a mistake?" She knew that he could not afford to lose his job. But hearing his words still upset her. Tears stung her eyes as she listened to what he said.

"I might be willing to forgive you," Judge Thorsky said, sounding indecisive. "But you're going to have to earn that forgiveness."

"I'll do whatever it takes," Bogdan vowed.

"We'll discuss the details of that later," Judge Thorsky said as he smoothed down the front of his new shirt. Bogdan's show of submission seemed to calm the judge down, somewhat. "I need to see my guests out. And you need to drive Miss Williams to the university. Have you laid out her clothes on the basement bed?"

"Yes, Your Honor," Bogdan replied as began to uncrumple Judge Thorsky's porridge stained shirt.

"You hear that, slut? After you and Bogdan get this mess cleaned up, go into the basement and get dressed. I guess no breakfast for you, this morning. Unfortunately we're all running short on time."

"Yes, Your Honor." Olivia lowered herself to her knees and snatched up the runaway spoon. She then began picking up the pieces of the broken bowl.

Turning to his guests, the judge said, "I'll escort you gentlemen to the front door. Like I said, we'll continue our display of slut's athletic abilities tomorrow morning. But unfortunately, thanks to my incompetent servant, I am now running behind schedule."

"No problem, Isaak," said Rivda as he stood up from his seat. "It'll be nice to have something to look forward to for tomorrow."

"You're way too permissive with your staff." Mardo got to his feet and straightened his trousers. "I'd fire that one if I were you," the dark haired man advised as he pointed an accusing finger directly at Bogdan. "You can't trust him to be alone with your breeding slut. Hell, you can't even trust him with serving breakfast!"

The butler apprehensively clenched the dirty clothing between his tense fingers. He anxiously looked over at Judge Thorsky.

"Ah, but then I'd have to train someone brand new. And who has time for that?" Judge Thorsky said rhetorically as he directed his visitors toward the kitchen.

Before entering the house, Shura turned to Olivia. "It was nice meeting you, slut. I can't wait to see your fitness demonstration tomorrow. I know I'll be having sweet dreams tonight." He blew her a kiss, making his friends erupt with laughter. Horrified, Olivia shuddered in disgust.

"Alright, let's go," Judge Thorsky chuckled as he led them through the kitchen, down the hallway and into the foyer.

After seeing his friends out via the front door, Judge Thorsky strode over to the garage entrance. Along the way, he grabbed his brief case and suit jacket, which Bogdan had dutifully placed in the hall nearby. The judge quickly entered the garage, opened his vehicle's driver side door and jumped in. He pushed the button to open the garage and the large metal door noisily lifted up. Judge Thorsky backed out of his driveway and turned onto the street. Putting his car in drive, he stepped on the excelerator and sped off toward the courthouse.

With her hands full of ceramic shards, Olivia stormed into the kitchen. She flung the shattered remains of the bowl into the sink. The broken pieces landed against the stainless steel surface with a loud clatter.

"Olivia," Bogdan said breathlessly as he followed after her. "Olivia, I'm sorry!"

"So, I was a mistake, huh?" She slammed the handle of the faucet, setting forth a torrent of warm water. "You're pathetic!" She pounded on the liquid soap dispenser, catching a lemony scented glob in the middle of her palm. She rubbed her hands together aggressively. "Watching you beg for mercy from that monster. Don't you have any respect for yourself?" She roughly jerked the metal handle, turning off the tap. She dried her hands on a dish towel and then lobbed the cloth onto the counter. "You're such a weakling. I can't believe I ever found you attractive!"

"Olivia, that's not fair! You know my situation. It's not my fault that the judge is the way he is. I hate the way he treats you!" As Bogdon clutched the cotton fabric in his hands, he could feel the porridge on the judge's shirt grow cold. "I'm just as much of a victim as you are. I also have to do as he says. You know I'm only following orders."

"Uh!" Olivia grunted in disgust. "You're the worst!"

"I know you're upset right now. But can't we talk about this?"

"I thought we weren't suppose to talk. I thought the judge gave you strict orders not to speak with me." Olivia began making her way toward the basement.

"Well, obviously we can talk now that the judge isn't home."

"I have absolutely nothing to say to a man who can't even stand up for his girlfriend." Olivia grabbed the knob and swung open the door to the basement.

"Olivia, don't you think I want to stand up for you? Of course I do! But if I go against Judge Thorsky, he'll make our lives even more miserable. You know that!"

Olivia said nothing as she stepped through the door.

"Olivia, I'm sorry. Just talk to me. Say something!"

The only reply Olivia gave him was a stoney stare right before she slammed the basement door shut with all of her might. From the other side, he could hear Olivia forcefully stomp down the stairs.

Bogdan was left standing alone in the hallway, grasping the judge's dirty garment. He realized that he had behaved selfishly. He knew that he had treated Olivia unfairly, putting his own needs above hers. Feeling guilty, he silently admonished himself and bowed his head in shame.

Lowering his gaze, he shifted his focus down. He stared at his clenched hands. He also stared at what was in his hands. The shirt. Judge Thorsky's soiled shirt. It was all crusty with the spilled porridge, which had now dried.

As he studied the wrinkled blue material, something began to dawn on him. Slowly but surely, it eventually occurred to Bogdan exactly what it was that he was holding.