Olivia In Vulmonia Ch 04

Olivia frantically pushed the down button for the elevator. She hoped there wouldn't be anyone else in there when the doors opened.

The two custodians watching her made a few more jovial remarks in Vulmonian. They laughed heartily before they finally turned and started walking down the hall.

Olivia looked up at the numbers above the elevator door as they lit up. She could see that the elevator was only at the third floor and she was on the fourteenth. This was going to take forever. She wondered if it might not be better to take the stairs. But just the idea of running down fourteen flights of stairs, wearing no bra, made her unsupported breasts ache. Eventually the numbers above began to light up in ascending order. 4 ... 5 ... 6 ... But it was painfully slow.

"What do we have here?" Olivia froze. Her heart pounded in her chest. "We weren't expecting to see ... so much of you ... so soon." Olivia turned around. It was Dr. Miloza and the four medical students. The five men looked surprised. But it was definitely a pleasant surprise. At least for the men. Olivia hunched her shoulders, desperately trying to make her body smaller. "Olivia, what are you doing?" the older man asked.

"Dr. Miloza, please help me," Olivia pleaded. "Dr. Brovachik accidentally locked my clothes in a cupboard in the exam room. But then he didn't remember to unlock it before he left. I called the receptionist and she said that I had to come down to the office myself to get the key. But there was absolutely nothing for me to wear."

"Dr. Bovachik 'didn't remember' to unlock the cupboard?" Dr. Miloza smirked. "How forgetful of him."

Judging by the reactions of the two custodians and now Dr. Miloza, Olivia began to suspect that Dr. Brovachik locking her clothes in the cabinet may have not been a mistake after all.

Dr. Miloza stared directly at her crotch and the damp paper towel covering it. "Well at least you managed to find something to cover up your ... what would you say in America? ... your 'goodies.'" The four young men standing behind him started to crack up. Olivia turned red. "Listen, there's no reason you should have to go all the way down to the first floor in such a state. I can send someone down to the office to get the key for you."

Olivia heaved a huge sigh of relief. "Oh, thank you Dr. Miloza. Thank you so much for helping me!"

"It's my pleasure," he smiled reassuringly. "But first," his tone changed slightly, "I just need a small favor from you. You know the volunteer patient who you filled in for when we did the pelvic exam? Well, she was also suppose to help with demonstrating a colonoscopy."

Olivia didn't quite know exactly what that was, but nodded anyway. "Okay. So what do you want from me?"

"Well, naturally, I'm asking if you would be willing to let me demonstrate a colonoscopy on you? It's a simple and painless procedure and it won't take long. And as soon as we're finished, we'll make sure to get your clothes back to you." He made it all sound very easy, but Olivia suspected he wasn't being completely honest.

"I don't know ..." Olivia clutched her breasts in a defensive posture, praying that the paper towel would stay on. "Can I get my clothes back first and then decide?"

"Don't be silly! That would be such a waste of time," Dr. Miloza said dismissively. "While I'm performing the colonoscopy on you, I can send a nurse or an orderly down to the office to fetch the key. Then they can go and get your clothes out of the cupboard and bring them to you. As soon as we're finished with the colonoscopy, your clothes will be waiting for you and you'll be all ready to go."

"You promise the procedure isn't too bad?" Olivia asked skeptically.

"It's an easy routine procedure," he answered casually.

"And you promise I'll have my clothes back as soon as it's over?" Olivia demanded.

"Yes, of course! Us Vulmonians pride ourselves on keeping our word." The four young men standing behind him nodded emphatically in agreement.

"Well ..." She said. The men all looked at Olivia expectantly. She seemed uncertain. She took a deep breath. "I guess so .."

"Excellent!" Dr. Miloza declared. The four medical students grinned. Dr. Miloza gently took Olivia by her upper arm and began guiding her toward another exam room, which was located down at the other end of the hall. The students followed closely behind.

As they walked, Dr. Miloza looked over at the buxom, nude, young woman walking beside him. He stopped suddenly and said, "Olivia, what terrible posture you have!" He looked her body up and down. "Put your arms down at your sides and stand up straight," he instructed.

Olivia turned her head to look up at him. He couldn't be serious. "But I ..."

"Olivia," he cut her off. "I will not have any patient of mine slouching. It's bad for the spine." He grabbed her wrists and forcefully pulled her hands from her breasts. He looked at her sternly and she obediently dropped her hands down to her sides. "Now stand up straight with your shoulders back," he commanded. Olivia, with bare breasts, reluctantly dropped her shoulders down and straightened her posture. Her voluptuous breasts protruded from her body. Her nipples began to get hard.

Dr. Miloza smiled. "That's better! And," he said reaching toward her crotch, "I don't think we'll be needing this anymore." He grabbed the paper towel that was covering her vulva and snatched it away. He crumpled it up and tossed it on the ground. Olivia's pussy was now completely exposed. She began to turn a deep shade of crimson all the way up to her ears.

"Shall we continue on to the exam room?" he suggested as they commenced their stroll. His tone was gentlemanly, but he looked at her with lasciviousness. The four medical students walking behind her began murmuring to each other in Vulmonian.

As they walked down the long hallway, they passed by the occasional nurse or hospital orderly. When their eyes fell upon Olivia's nude figure, her tits jutting out lewdly, their faces expressed shock and bemusement. Several nurses gave her disapproving, disgusted looks. A few male orderlies gawked at her.

One of the medical students asked a question in Vulmonian. Dr. Miloza replied and the two men exchanged a few words back and forth. Then Dr. Miloza made a statement which seemed to get the young men very excited.

He turned to Olivia and said, "Mr. Smirdir was just pointing out that usually, when a patient is going to undergo a colonoscopy, they must keep a very strict diet for three days and then take a series of laxatives." Olivia was confused. Since she had obviously not undergone the proper preparation, how on earth did Dr. Miloza expect to perform the procedure? "So, in your case, to get around that little problem, I'm going to give you an enema."

Olivia halted, looked up at Dr. Miloza and exclaimed, "You are NOT going to give me an enema!"

Dr. Miloza paused for a moment and with a slight smile said, "You're correct Olivia. I'm not going to give you AN enema. I am going to administer TWO enemas. Just to make sure we get you all cleaned out." The young men behind her tried to suppress their laughter, but they couldn't help but simper.

"I never agreed to that!" Olivia began to raise her voice.

"Olivia," Dr. Miloza glared down at her authoritatively. Then he looked at her with an almost sinister expression on his face. "Do you want your clothes back ... or not?"

"What?" Olivia stared up at him with wide, unblinking eyes.

"I said," he narrowed his eyes, "Do you want your clothes back or not?"

Olivia was silent for several moments. What should she do? Finally she managed to say, "Of course I want my clothes back."

"And I want to give you your clothes back," Dr. Miloza said with insincere sympathy. "But in order to give you back your clothes, YOU agreed to a colonoscopy. And in order to give you a colonoscopy, we simply have to give you a couple of enemas. That's all we're asking." Then soothingly he said, "An enema is nothing to be afraid of. It's just a little bit of water we'll use to clean out your digestive system. That's all."

Olivia's pulse was racing. She didn't know how to respond. All she knew was that she didn't want to spend anymore time being naked, out in the open, in the hallway of a busy public hospital. "Fine," she sighed in defeat.

"I promise it won't be so bad," Dr. Miloza said comfortingly as they continued down the hallway to examination room 1418. He unlocked the door and held it open for her in a chivalrous manner. Olivia entered the room quickly, not wanting to be seen by any more people than necessary. The four lively young men followed in after her. Dr. Miloza stepped in and shut the door behind him.

"Alright Olivia," the doctor instructed. "Get onto the exam table on your hands and knees."

Olivia inwardly groaned. She knew the procedure was probably going to be embarrassing, but she didn't realize it would involve her getting into such an awkward position. She clumsily climbed up onto the examination table and assumed the position.

"Come down onto your elbows and lower your chest towards the table." Dr. Miloza walked over to the exam table. Placing one hand on her back and the other hand on her upper arm, he guided her into the position he wanted. Olivia's back was arched with her face and chest near the surface of the table and her ass high up in the air. Her asshole and cunt were completely exposed. Her vulva was red and swollen. Her pussy was moist. Dr. Miloza stepped back behind her, as did the four medical students. The five men were silent as they just admired the view.

Dr. Miloza hated to spoil the moment, but they had much more that they needed to do. Finally he spoke. "To make the enema for comfortable for you, we'll try to make the water a similar temperature to your own body's internal temperature." Then he turned to one of the medical students and said, "Mr. Yalov, please take the patient's temperature."

"Sure," the young man replied enthusiastically. He picked up a thermometer from the counter. "Natural lubricant is best, right?" he asked his teacher. Dr. Miloza nodded his head in confirmation and Mr. Yalov inserted the thermometer into Olivia's pussy.

"What are you doing?" she said in dismay.

"You don't want it going into your ass dry, do you?"

"Mr. Yalov," Dr. Miloza scolded. "Please use the correct anatomical term."

"Sorry. I meant to say 'anus.' You don't want this going into your 'anus' dry, do you?" he corrected himself. Before she could reply, he pulled the thermometer out of her wet cunt and plunged it into her ass. Olivia squealed in alarm. She had never had anything in her ass before. "If you think this is bad, just wait for the enema," the young man warned.

"Mr. Yalov, that's enough! Just take the patient's temperature," Dr. Miloza chastised.

A few moments went by as they all waited in silence. "Thirty-seven degrees," the young man finally called out. And then added, "Celsius," as he looked at Olivia.

"That would be 98.6 degrees fahrenheit for you Americans," Dr. Miloza explained.

Mr. Yalov removed the thermometer from Olivia's rectum and tossed the used piece of medical equipment into a large jar full of blue sanitizing fluid. Then he jauntily patted Olivia's ample right ass cheek before rejoining the other medical students.

"That's very good," Dr. Miloza said as he began to mix together some warm soapy water for Olivia's enema. He poured the liquid into the plastic enema bag and hung it from an IV pole. He attached a long white tube to the bottom of the bag. At the end of the tube was a nozzle and in the middle of the tube was a clamp.

He walked up behind Olivia and began to insert the nozzle into her cunt. Olivia gasped in surprise. "Just calm down. I need to get it as lubricated as possible." As Dr. Miloza moved the nozzle in and out of her pussy repeatedly, he just couldn't get over how wet she was. She seemed to produce endless amounts of moisture. "Your vagina is the gift that keeps on giving," he said with amusement. As Dr. Miloza continued to move the nozzle in and out of her, Olivia's pussy began to make a loud sucking sound. The students began to snigger. "My goodness!" Dr. Miloza said in amazement, observing the wet squishing noises coming from Olivia's cunt, which caused her to blush furiously.

"Well, I think that should do it," he declared as he removed the nozzle from her vagina with one last loud squelch. He then slowly began to insert it into Olivia's anus, which made her groan in discomfort. Once he finally had it fully inserted, he walked over to the IV pole, released the clamp from the tube and the warm soapy water began to flow into her. The doctor and students all stood back and watched in anticipation.

She didn't notice it at first. Then all of a sudden she felt it. "Oh! Ooooooooooooh!" It wasn't unpleasant. In fact it was almost pleasurable. She closed her eyes and rested forehead on the exam table. Her back arched further, causing her posterior to be lifted up even higher. Her entire vulva was visible from behind. "Ah," she quietly sighed. The five men remained silent, watching her reactions. She hated to admit it, but as the warm soapy water flowed into her, she enjoyed it.

That is, until she began to cramp. She started to feel a slight uncomfortable clenching in her lower stomach. It wasn't too bad at first. But it quickly increased in severity until it became a sharp pain. "Ow!"

"A cramp?" Dr. Miloza asked with mock surprise. He had the enema set up at such an angle that he knew the water would flow into her quickly.

"Yes ... uh," Olivia grunted.

"Is it bad?" he asked in a patronizing tone of voice.

"Yes. Could you please stop the water?" she requested timidly.

"Oh, I'm afraid I can't do that. But why don't I massage your stomach for you?" he suggested.

Olivia cringed. She didn't want Dr. Miloza touching her anymore than was necessary. But her cramps were getting worse. "Fine," she acquiesced.

"What do you mean 'fine'?" has asked.

Olivia inhaled sharply as another cramp caused her stomach to clench. "Please ... ow ... Please massage my stomach," Olivia grimaced as she invited the older man to touch her body.

Dr. Miloza smiled and sauntered over to the exam table. He positioned himself directly behind Olivia, reached his hand right between her fleshy thighs and began massaging her abdomen. Olivia was taken aback; she wasn't expecting him to massage her from behind. But she was desperate for relief from the cramping. His firm fingers pressed into her soft belly just above her pelvis. He made circular motions with his palm, kneading her flesh. Olivia felt embarrassed at first by the doctor touching her body in such an unnecessarily intimate way. But her embarrassment eventually gave way to relief as her cramps began to dissipate. She sighed in relief.

As he continued to massage her abdomen, his wrist began to rub against her vulva. Back and forth over her labia and clitoris, slowly and methodically. Olivia tried to stop herself, but she began to quietly moan. Unconsciously, she began to rock her hips back and forth, increasing the friction between his wrist and her flesh.

Dr. Miloza was not expecting her to respond in such a forward manner. Nonetheless, he was pleasantly surprised. He stroked her belly a few times and then gently ran his fingers down her lower abdomen and over her pubic mound. Olivia breathed in deeply. He stroked her large outer lips, then slid his fingers between the slippery folds of her wet hairless inner lips, driving them all the way into her cunt. Olivia let out a whimper. He slowly slid his fingers out and brought them towards her clitoris. He gently circled her vulva around her clit, occasionally making fleeting contact with the engorged bud. She moaned again.

"Did you say something?" the doctor asked smugly. Olivia was too embarrassed to respond. His fingers stopped moving. "I said, did you say something?" Dr. Miloza asked with more austerity. Still, Olivia could not bring herself to reply. His fingers broke contact with her pussy. He pulled his hand back, but held it only a few inches from her cunt. Olivia let out a desperate little whine. Then, without thinking, she rocked her hips backward until her pussy once again touched his fingers and she began to hump his hand.

The students all gasped in surprise and delight. They watched as the overly aroused American girl grunted and moaned, rubbing her privates against their teacher's fingers. It was, without a doubt the most entertaining thing they had seen all semester.

Dr. Miloza suddenly snatched his hand back and gave her voluptuous ass a good hard slap, causing her cheeks to jiggle. "Get control of yourself," he reprimanded her. "This is absolutely no way to conduct yourself during a medical examination."

Olivia was embarrassed, but still aroused at the same time. Even though she hated the situation, she was yearning for relief.

"I'm a highly trained professional," Dr. Miloza continued to admonish her. "I didn't spend all those years at university to have some foolish oversexed American girl rub up on me like a dog." He pulled his hand back to spank her again. But he did it underhanded this time. Instead of landing on her ass, his hand landed squarely on her pussy with a loud wet smack! Olivia howled in pain.

Dr. Miloza looked up at the enema bag. It was more or less empty. Olivia's stomach was beginning to look bloated. He had originally planned to only put one and a half liters in, which was considered the safe limit by most medical professionals. But he felt Olivia needed to be taught a lesson. He went over to the sink and turned on the faucet. He didn't bother to use warm water this time. Instead he filled the bowel with approximately a liter of cold water. He walked back over to the IV pole and poured the cold water into the opening at the top of the enema bag.

As the water flowed from the bag, through the tube and toward Olivia's ass, Dr. Miloza's students watched in gleeful anticipation. Olivia shrieked as she felt the cold water enter her rectum. She was already so full as it was. She didn't think she could take any more. And the cold temperature of the water caused her to cramp up even more. "Please," she begged, "Stop the water. I'm so full. And it's cold!"

"It's only one more liter. That's not much. You'll take it all," he said decisively.

"Oh god!" Olivia cried as she began to squirm. "Please, make it stop."

Because of the high position of the bag and the steep angle of the tube, the water soon emptied out into Olivia. She groaned in pain and discomfort. "Alright, the bag is empty," he informed her.

Thank god, Olivia thought.

"Now you just need to hold it in for ten minutes," he said casually.

"What? I can't," Olivia protested. "I need to let it out now!"

"You WILL hold that enema in. And you will only let it out when I say so. Is that clear?" Dr. Miloza gave her substantial bottom another firm spank.

"Yes," she blubbered in defeat.

The next ten minutes were agony. Olivia's stomach was distended and she was still experiencing painful cramps. And to make matters worse, Dr. Miloza and the medical students talked about her openly, right in front of her, as if she wasn't even in the room. They were speaking in Vulmonia, so she couldn't understand exactly what they were saying. But it was obvious, from the way they looked at her and pointed at her various body parts, they were most definitely talking about her. Occasionally a student would make a lewd gesture while looking right at her. And English words like "pussy" and "cunt" peppered their conversation.

When the ten minutes were finally up, Dr. Miloza instructed one of the students, Mr. Karldof, to go and open the door to the exam room's adjoining bathroom.