Olivia in Vulmonia Ch. 43

Olivia stomped over to the bed and looked down. She could see that Bogdan had laid out a sheer white lacy bra, a pale pink cotton blouse and a white skirt with an elastic waistband. There were no panties. She did not need them, seeing as how she was wearing the chastity belt.

She dressed quickly and stormed up the stairs. Bogdan was no where to be seen. She walked down the hallway toward the garage. As she opened the door, she could see that he was already seated in the front seat of the car. She slammed the door to the house and got into the back seat of the vehicle.

Bogdan turned around in his seat to face her. "You can sit in the front."

Olivia crossed her arms over her chest and glared out of her window. "Shut up and drive."

"Whatever." Bogdan pushed a button on the dashboard, opening the garage door. And before long, they were headed toward the university.

As they made their way through the winding cobblestone streets of Nulmara City, tears rolled down Olivia's cheeks. She was off to see Dr. Brovachik. He, supposedly, was organizing her escape. And now she was going to have to tell him about the chastity belt and the GPS tracker. Whatever Dr. Brovachik had planned for her was not going to happen. At least not on that particular day.

Even if she did manage to board a train to Moscow and get out of Vulmonia, Olivia was pregnant with Judge Thorsky's child. Many former Soviet nations, including Russia, had signed a treaty with Vulmonia concerning the paternity of unborn children and fathers' rights.

As a girl who was pregnant with a Vulmonian man's child, Olivia needed the father's permission to leave the country. Even if she did make it to Russia, or one of the other neighboring countries that bordered on Vulmonia, her location would be discovered via the GPS tracker in the chastity belt. She would most likely be apprehend and detained by local authorities. And then promptly extradited back to Vulmonia. She would no doubt face criminal charges. And whatever sadistic punishment Judge Thorsky would decide to dole out.

As they neared Nulmara University, Olivia had to face the sad reality that she would not be escaping that morning. Would she ever get another opportunity? Would Dr. Borovachik be willing to make new travel arrangements for a later date?

Bogdan steered the car onto the crowded main drag of the bustling university campus. He turned left and headed toward the medical school. "Olivia, I need to tell you ..."

"Shut up!" Olivia cut him off. "We have nothing to say to each other." Her voice cracked as she wiped the tears from her eyes.

"No, Olivia. I need to..."

"SHUT UP!" she shouted. "For the love of god, shut the FUCK UP! How dare you speak to me after how you treated me! First, you wouldn't help me steal the key for the chastity belt. So now I'm stuck in the shit hole! And then you just stood by this morning as those men humiliated me!"

They pulled up to the university's medical school. All around, professors and students were coming and going. Mostly male, both instructors and pupils headed off to their various classes, laboratories and academic meetings.

Several groups of young men were entering through the doors of the building, which housed the medical school's lecture hall. Dozens of aspiring health professionals eager to learn about physiology and anatomy.

Dr. Brovachik was standing outside on the front steps. In his hand, he held a large manila envelope. Bogdan parked next to the curb. Olivia exited the car and slammed her door shut as hard as she could, shaking the entire vehicle.

Bogdan rolled down his window. "Olivia, wait!"

Olivia did not reply as she turned away from him. Exhausted and defeated, she made her way toward Dr. Brovachik. She prepared herself for an extremely difficult and disappointing conversation.

The bearded gynecologist grinned at her as she walked up the steps. "Why, good morning Olivia! So wonderful to finally see you again. I know it's been quite a while since we've last spoken. But good things come to those who wait. And do I ever have some good news for you!"

Olivia said nothing. She was too depressed to tell him the truth.

The doctor opened the top of the manila envelope and peeked in. "I bought your train ticket to Moscow. And I've booked your flight back to New York. Economy class. I hope you don't mind," he smiled apologetically. "And, most importantly, I got you a new passport!" he proudly announced. "I got you a Canadian passport. I figured that it would be safer that way. The people of Canada are known for being polite and staying out of trouble. Nobody ever suspects a Canadian girl of doing anything bad. Unlike you naughty American girls!" he winked.

Dr. Brovachik reached into the manila envelope and pulled out the small square booklet bound in navy blue vinyl. He held it up triumphantly before passing it over to her. Olivia took it from him and thumbed through the pages.

"Since you're under Judge Thorsky's custody and you're carrying his baby, I'm afraid that 'Olivia Williams' is not authorized to leave the country. But with this new passport I got you, you can travel anywhere you please," he told her excitedly. "Lucky for you, nobody will be looking for Tiffany Tiddles from Moose Jaw, Manitoba."

As Olivia listened to Dr. Brovachik excitedly go into detail, she felt a lump form in her throat and tears well up in her eyes. She was so close to escaping. She was so god damned close to freedom, she could practically taste it. But Olivia knew that she could not go anywhere while she was locked in the metal contraption.

Dr. Brovachik suddenly seemed to notice Olivia's downcast demeanor. "Olivia, what's wrong? You look like you're about to cry."

In response, Olivia handed back the passport and grabbed the waistband of her skirt. She pulled it away from the front of her body.

Dr. Brovachik furrowed his brow. "Olivia, what are you doing?"

"Look," she said dejectedly.

"Olivia, I really don't think that's appropriate.

"Just look," she said flatly.

"Olivia, I'm flattered, but I don't think this is the time or the place for you to be showing me your panties," he gently scolded.

"No, look!" Olivia repeated impatiently.

Dr. Brovachik quickly glanced around to make sure no one was watching them. Then he lowered his eyes and looked down Olivia's skirt. "What on earth are you wearing?" he blurted out. "A silver thong?"

"It's a chastity belt. Judge Thorsky is forcing me to wear it. He has the key. And there's no other way to open it," Olivia miserably explained.

"Oh, well ... I'm sorry to hear that Olivia. I'm afraid there's nothing we can do about that now. You'll just have to keep wearing it for the time being. But I'm sure that you can have it removed when you're safely back in America. Maybe call a welder or a carpenter when you get home." Dr. Brovachik looked down at his watch. "But we simply don't have time to deal with that right now. We have to get you to the train station. Before long, you'll be boarding a nonstop train to Moscow."

"No! You don't understand! This chastity belt has a navigation device installed in it."

"What do you mean?"

"A GPS tracker," Olivia explained miserably. "Judge Thorsky knows where I am at all times. If I go someplace where I'm not suppose to be, he receives a notification. If you drive me to the train station, he'll know. And then he'll send someone to come get me."

Dr. Brovachik's eyes widened in surprise at this new information. "Oh, Olivia ... I'm sorry, but ... I don't think that I can help you."

"But you have to!" Olivia cried. "Can't you help me to cut it off?"

Dr. Brovachik narrowed his eyes as he once again peeked down the front of her skirt. "Do you know what it's made of?"

"Titanium steel."

"Titanimu steel? Olivia, I'm a gynecologist. What sorts of tools do you think I have access to? Do you want me to chisel it off of you using a speculum?"

"There has to be something you can do!" Olivia pleaded.

"You're telling me that there was no possible way for you to have gotten your hands on that key? You couldn't have distracted Judge Thorsky this morning and then taken it while he wasn't looking?" There was more than a little skepticism in the good doctor's voice.

"The judge keeps the key on him at all times. Last night, I asked the butler to help me steal it. But he was too afraid of getting into trouble," she recounted bitterly.

Olivia turned and looked over toward the street. Bogdan's car was still parked by the curb. The manservant was seated behind the wheel just staring at Olivia through his rolled down window. He had a guilty and perplexed look on his face. Good, I hope he feels bad about himself, Olivia thought angrily to herself. He deserves to feel terrible.

"Olivia, I don't know what you want me to do." The bearded doctor did not seem to be able to offer Olivia any solutions.

"I'm going to be fitted with a new chastity belt in a couple of days. If I can manage to steal the key for that one, maybe you could re-book my train and plane tickets for a later date?"

"Olivia, these tickets are nonrefundable. If you decide to travel on another day, we're going to have to pay for all brand new tickets. And we just don't have the money for that," Dr. Brovachik told her.

Olivia tried to rack her brain to think of a solution. "Can't I do another performance at Lomar's gentlemen's club?" Olivia grimaced as the words came out of her mouth.

"Olivia, I don't think you're going to make nearly as much money the second time around. The first time you performed, it was a novelty for all of those rich men. A one time special event. But customers aren't going to be willing to pay as much the second time. Especially if they think that it might become a regular thing."

"Well, I ... I ... I could perform there a few times. As many times as it takes until I earn enough money to pay for new tickets!" Olivia could not believe what she was suggesting. But at this point, she would do anything to get out of Vulmonia.

"That would be difficult to arrange. Firstly, you'd need a copy of the key in order to take your new chastity belt off. Lomar wouldn't let you perform at his club with your cunt covered up. And with the belt having a GPS tracker, you wouldn't want the judge to know you were," Dr. Brovachik pointed out. "And just to get you out of the house, I'd need to tell Judge Thorsky that I wanted to use you as a regular volunteer for my anatomy lectures."

"So? Why is that a problem?"

"I don't know, Olivia ..." The physician's tone was not optimistic. "Judge Thorsky didn't sound too keen yesterday when I requested to use you for a breast exam demonstration. I don't think he's going to allow you to become a regular volunteer."

Olivia frowned upon hearing this news.

"And plus, there are other things to take into account," Dr. Brovachik continued.

"Like what?"

"Well, since you'd be leaving the country to go to Russia, you need to go through boarder security before you get on the train. Boarder security is operated by the Vulmonian military."

"So? Why is that a problem?"

"On your first day of community service, did you not perform ... 'stress relief services' at Vizianti Military Base?" The doctor's voice took on a bit of a sarcastic tone as he said "stress relief."

"Yes," Olivia scowled. "That's what Judge Thorsky assigned men to do. I had no choice," she said defensively.

"Wasn't there a big ... uh ... 'stress relief session' where all of the soldiers on the base used you to ... um ... 'release their tension?'"

Olivia glowered at Dr. Brovachik. He was clearly alluding to the incident where Major Ivanov stripped her naked in front of a packed auditorium. Then the men came up on stage, in groups of ten at a time, and jerked off all over her. By the end of the morning, Olivia had been totally soaked with semen. She was so completely drenched, she had to be hosed off outside behind the base.

"Yes," Olivia said through gritted teeth as she remembered the mortifying memory. "I don't see what that has to do with anything."

"Most of the officers who are in charge of boarder security at the train station are stationed at Vizianti Military Base. Even if you use the new passport and the fake name, they'd most likely recognize you. That's why I had to take the risk of setting up a bribe."

"What bribe?"

"I paid off Major Ivanov to let you through boarder security, no questions asked. I handed over half of the money to him a couple of weeks ago. And he's expecting the second half of the payment from you this morning before you get on the train."

Dr. Brovachik reached into the manila envelope and pulled out a smaller white envelope. It had "Ivanov" written across it. Dr. Brovachik held it open and Olivia peered in at the contents. It was filled with colorful Vulmonian banknotes.

"I don't see the problem," Olivia countered. "If I end up leaving Vulmonia on another day, can't I just pay Major Ivanov the rest of the bribe then?"

"Major Ivanov doesn't normally work boarder security at the train station. His responsibilities usually require him to be elsewhere. He's only making a special trip to the station this morning because of you," Dr. Brovachik informer her.

"But if my escape is delayed, can't he go to the station on a different day in the future? I'll pay him the second half of the money then and he can let me through!"

"Major Ivanov won't be stationed at Vizianti Military Base for much longer. Next week he's being transferred to a base in the west called Frumshak. He won't be able to help you when he's no longer in Nulmara City."

Olivia could not believe that there were this many obstacles standing in the way of her freedom. How could she possibly be this unlucky? What were the odds?

"Can't we pay off another soldier? Surely, there has to be at least one boarder security officer who'd be willing to take a bribe!" Olivia had never felt so completely desperate in all of her life.

Dr. Brovachik shook his head "no." "It's too risky. Bribing boarder security - or any members of the military for that matter - is a felony. I really stuck my neck out making a deal with Marjor Ivanov. And I've know him for years. I cannot take the risk of bribing another officer so that you can escape in the future. I don't know any other officers well enough. If I try to bribe one of them, and they report me to the police, I'll be arrested."

Olivia could not think straight. She began to panic. Her heart raced and she felt as though she could not breathe.

"I really don't know what to tell you. You can see the limitations that we're working with. Helping you to escape the country on a later day in the future is just way too complicated. Making new arrangements would be extremely difficult. Either you leave Vulmonia this morning. Or you don't leave at all." Dr. Brovachik then lowered his gaze to Olivia's hips. "But you have a GPS tracker locked around your body. So I don't think escape is possible as long as you're wearing that chastity belt. I'm really sorry Olivia, but I don't think you're going to be able to leave. You might have to accept the fact that you'll be living in Vulmonia for quite a long time. Perhaps indefinitely."

"NO!" Olivia wailed in despair. "What am I going to do?"

Olivia sank down and sat in a disheveled heap on the front steps of the building. She hung her head, covered her face with her hands and burst out crying. Students who were headed into the lecture theater stopped and stared at the bawling American girl.

"Come now, Olivia. Things aren't so bleak." Dr. Brovachik crouched down next to Olivia and put a sympathetic hand on her shoulder. "Even if you do remain in Vulmonia as a breeding slut, is that such a bad life? I mean, you are a woman, after all. It's your life's purpose to have babies. This is what Mother Nature has destined you for." He soothingly rubbed her back, trying to calm her down.

"I can't ..." she rasped between sobs. "I can't ... stay here. I want ... to go ... home," she wept.

"I know you want to go home," said a deep male voice. "So let's hurry up and get you on your way."

Standing below at the bottom of the stairs was the tall lanky figure of Bogdan.

"What ... what are you still ... doing here," Olivia wheezed as she tried to catch her breath.

"I have something for you," Bogdan said looking down at the ground. "But I don't want to give it to you. Because if I do, then ... I'll never see you again." His voice became very quiet.

"What are you talking about?" Olivia asked as her sobbing subsided.

Bogdan reached into his pocket and pulled out a small shiny object.

"Is that ... is that what I think it is?" Olivia's mouth dropped open. Her eyes were wide and round.

"Is that ... the key for ..." Dr. Brovachik pointed at Olivia's waist.

Bogdan nodded his head in the affirmative.

"But how did you manage to ..." Olivia was truly baffled.

"I didn't manage to do anything. You have Judge Thorsky's bad temper and forgetfulness to thank," Bogdan told her. "After I spilled your porridge all over the judge, he forgot to take the key out of his pocket when he changed into his new shirt. He just threw his dirty shirt at me with the key still in it. He was in such a rush to leave the house this morning, he didn't even realize."

"And you're waiting until now to tell me?" Olivia was exasperated. "Why didn't you say something back at the house after the judge left? Or in the car on the way over here?" she breathlessly demanded to know.

"Because ... because I don't want to lose you." Bogdan obviously felt guilty. But he was sincere. "I know I'm being selfish. But having you come live at the house made working for Judge Thorsky bearable."

"Oh Bogdan," Olivia said, calming down a bit. "Had you not been there, I don't think I could have survived living with the judge for the past several weeks," Olivia said as she stood up. "I love being with you. But I don't want to live here as a ... a ... a ... 'breeding slut.' I can't stay here in this country."

"I know." Bogdan closed his eyes as he nodded. "I know you have to go." He opened them and looked at Olivia's face. "So, let's get that thing off of you once and for all." He began to extend the key toward her waist.

Dr. Brovachik suddenly cleared his throat. "I hate to interrupt. The two of you are clearly having ... a moment. But I don't think this is the appropriate place to do this. Outside on a crowded campus."

Olivia and Bogdan looked around. Between Olivia's hysterical crying and the emotionally charged conversation that they were having in English, numerous people had stopped to stare at them. Bogdan quickly slipped the key back into his pants pocket.

"Let's go upstairs to my office where we can deal with this situation in private," Dr. Bovachik suggested as he led them inside of the building.

They took the elevator up to the fifth floor and the bearded doctor led them down the hall to his office. He unlocked the door and let them in.

"Alright Olivia. Take off your skirt," Dr. Brovachik instructed. "I want to take a better look at this thing. I've never seen anyone wear an actual chastity belt in person before."

Olivia pulled down her white skirt and placed it on the back of a chair. The physician put the manila envelope on a corner of his desk. He squatted down in front of Olivia and carefully studied the steel device.

"My goodness," the older man said in an astonished voice. "Turn around." He looked at the thin chain that rested between her chubby cheeks. He grabbed her by her waist and spun her back around to face him. "And you can't feel anything through this thing?" He firmly tapped on the metallic gusset, right over where her clitoris was situated.

"If I push on it hard enough, I can feel pressure, but that's about it," Olivia said.