Olivia In Vulmonia Ch 07

After Dr. Miloza and his four medical students exited the room, the only people left in the lecture theater were Dr. Carolia and Olivia. Olivia futilely pulled at her restraints. Dr. Carolia strolled over from the lecture podium to the exam table and looked down at her. "What on earth is this?" he asked, fingering the key that was dangling out of her pussy. Olivia winced at his uninvited touch.

"Dr. Brovachik locked my clothes in a cabinet at the hospital. This is the key to unlock it."

Dr. Carolia chuckled. "Dr. Brovachik, he's always up to something." He grasped the end of the green handle that was sticking out of her cunt and began sliding it in and out. Olivia let out an involuntary moan. Dr. Carolia smiled.

"While you were masturbating for the class," he said changing the subject, "You mentioned that you fantasized about being spanked."

Olivia blushed when he mentioned her lewd public display. But then quickly protested, "No I didn't!"

"You didn't masturbate in front of the class?" He continued moving the handle in and out of her twat causing her to squirm.

"No," she said flustered. "I mean, I never said that!"

Dr. Carolia laughed and let go of the large handle of the keychain. He walked over to where Mr. Vlangar had set down the camera and picked it up. He walked back over to Olivia and sat down on one of the rolling stools. He wheeled it over near the head of the exam table. Going back through the video of that evening's lecture, he found the part where Olivia was masturbating. He turned up the volume and played it for her.

And there it was. Olivia frantically rubbing herself and confessing some of her dark desires. Wanting her nipples twisted and her tits slapped. Wanting to be spanked on her ass and pussy. Enjoying the fact that she was being watched by so many men. Dr. Carolia paused the video and looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

"But that's not fair! You drugged me," she whined.

"I administered a sedative to make the colonoscopy more manageable. It's standard procedure," he shrugged as he set down the camera. "As I explained earlier, when one has taken the sedative, they cannot help but tell the truth. It makes difficult patients more ... compliant," he grinned.

He then reached over and cupped one of her big firm tits in his hand. Olivia recoiled. He thumbed her nipple until it became erect and then grasped it between his thumb and forefinger. Reaching out with his opposite hand, he did the same to her other nipple. He began to pinch. Olivia whimpered. He pinched harder and then began to twist.

"Ow, stop it!" Olivia squealed.

He continued to twist.

"Ah! Stop!" she screamed.

Dr. Carolia released her nipples. He was pleased to see that they were bright red and quite sore looking. He reached down and removed the handle of the keychain from her pussy, placing it down near her head. It was shiny with her juices. He then slid two of his fat fingers into her twat. He moved them in and out. Her cunt was so wet. Olivia closed he eyes and her face burned red as there was a noticeable squelching sound. Dr. Carolia simply smirked.

"Please," Olivia pleaded, "Please untie me. I just want to get my clothes from the hospital and go back to my hotel."

"In a minute," Dr. Carolia promised. "There's just one more thing I need to do." Olivia braced herself for whatever might come next.

Dr. Carolia unfastened the restraints around her ankles. Olivia heaved a sigh of relief. She was finally able to put her feet down as opposed to having then suspended up over her head. However, her relief did not last long. Dr. Carolia grabbed her by her hips and flipped the buxom girl over onto her stomach. He fastened restraints around her ankles that were attached to the foot of the table. Olivia was now laid out flat on her stomach. She writhed and twisted. He place a rolled up towel under her lower abdomen, forcing her to raise her hips and ass.

Dr. Carolia stroked her sizeable backside causing her head to jerk up. "What are you doing?" she asked, craning her neck, trying to look back at him.

"You said you fantasized about being spanked," he said casually. "I just thought I'd ... accommodate you." His fingers tickled the small of her back, right at her tail bone, before moving down to stroke one of her ample globes.

"No, I don't," she argued. "Please stop! Please let me go!"

"Olivia, here in Vulmonia we value honesty," Dr. Carolia lectured as he squeezed one cheek and then the other. "Maybe in America, telling the truth is not important. But we Vulmonians despise falsehoods. There's nothing I hate more than a liar," he said as he grabbed her buttock just a little too hard. Olivia grimaced. "On the video, you clearly stated that you wanted a man to spank you. Why is that so hard for you to admit now?"

"But I don't want it," Olivia insisted. Then she let out a grunt as Dr. Carolia slipped his fingers over her perineum and into her vagina. He pulled them out and stroked her labia.

"I think I might just spank you for lying to me," he said as he circled her clitoris. Olivia couldn't help but moan.

Olivia realized she was in a no win situation. If she admitted to having spanking fantasies, he would use that as an excuse to thrash her defenseless posterior. If she continued to deny it, he would spank her as a punishment for lying. She didn't know what to do.

His hand moved back to fondling her rear. "So, are you going to tell the truth? Are you going to tell me you want to be spanked?"

Even though Olivia knew it was pointless, she just could not bring herself to say the words. She could not confess her secret urges aloud. At least not sober. "No," she declared defiantly, "I do not want to be spanked!"

"I told you," Dr. Carolia warned, "There's nothing I hate more than I liar." He paused for a moment to give Olivia one last chance to admit the truth.

"I am not a liar!" she asserted.

He shrugged and said, "All right then. I think you need to be punished." Dr. Carolia pulled his hand back and brought it back down with brute force onto Olivia's right cheek. It landed on the round fleshy globe with a loud smack. Her voluptuous cheek jiggled as her pale skin began to turn pink. He smiled.

"Ow!" Olivia cried. "Don't!"

Dr. Carolia wound up and struck the left cheek with an equally satisfying result.

"Please stop!" Olivia pleaded.

But Dr. Carolia didn't stop. Alternating between her left and right buttocks, he slapped her ass until it was bright red. Olivia shrieked and desperately pulled at her restraints. He enjoyed watching the way her supple flesh wobbled and delighted in listening to her squeals and cries.

After a while, the palm of his hand began to get sore. He ceased the punishment and gently stroked the red, sore skin of her rump with his left hand. Despite her discomfort, Olivia couldn't help but let out a moan.

"Now, are you going to tell me that you didn't enjoy that?" Dr. Carolia challenged.

"It really hurt," Olivia sniveled.

"I'm sure it did. But I think it hurt you in a good way." He reinserted his fingers back into her pussy. They effortlessly slid right in. "You are so very wet," he declared as he felt around. Olivia cringed in embarrassment at hearing his observation. He rubbed her Gspot and watched as Olivia writhed. He then pulled his fingers out of her cunt and placed them on her clit. He didn't stroke or caress. He just rested his first two fingers against her sensitive button and waited. He didn't need to wait long.

Olivia's little nub pulsated with desire. She couldn't stop herself. She began to rock her hips back and forth, rubbing her clit against the lecherous doctor's fingers. Dr. Carolia snickered as he watched Olivia's plump, crimson bottom move back and forth as she pleasured herself on his fingers. Dr. Carolia moved his thumb between her ample cheeks and began stimulating her backdoor.

"Oh!" she cried in both surprise and pleasure.

The speed of Olivia's rocking increased. She began gasping as she masturbated herself on the doctors fingers. She couldn't believe what she was doing. How could she possibly be turned on by this situation? This short, fat doctor in his sixties, who had humiliated her in every way imaginable, was going to make her orgasm again. This could not be happening, she thought to herself.

But it was happening. As she furiously humped the doctor's thick fingers, she could feel her pleasure increasing. As the throbbing in her clitoris became more and more intense, euphoric sensations exploded deep within her. Her pussy rapidly contracted. "Ahhh!" she cried as she climaxed, grinding her vulva against the doctor's hand. "Oh my god!"

Dr. Carolia cupped her pussy as Olivia continued to press her engorged flesh into his hand. Her body was wracked with aftershocks. She panted heavily as she slowly came back down.

"Yes," Dr. Carolia said decisively, "I think that spanking definitely hurt you ... in a good way." He inserted his fingers into her vagina one last time, enjoying the feeling of her slippery wetness as her contractions subsided.

Olivia did not reply. She simply shut her eyes and pressed her forehead to the exam table in embarrassment. Eventually Dr. Carolia went about unfastening her restraints. Olivia sat up and winced as her round red bottom made contact with the surface of the exam table. She pressed her hand to her crotch. Her clitoris was still extremely sensitive. She couldn't bring herself to look at Dr. Carolia.

He stood over her, looking down with a wicked grin. "Well, now you can go back to the hospital and get your clothes," he said, dismissing her.

"But one of Dr. Miloza's students took my hospital gown. I have nothing to wear when I walk back to the hospital," Olivia bemoaned.

Dr. Carolia laughed. "How naughty of him," he chuckled. "I think you'll find that we Vulmonians have quite the sense of humor. Young Vulmonian men can be quite the pranksters." Then he picked up the rolled up towel that he had placed under her stomach. "Here," he said offering it to her. "This should do."

She took the towel and unrolled it. It was not very big, but it was better than nothing. She wrapped it around herself. On someone with a more boyish figure, it would have fit fine. But due to Olivia's large breasts and generous backside, it just barely covered her. And she needed to use at least one hand to clutch the two sides together to avoid exposing herself.

Dr. Carolia could not help but smirk as her handed her the key attached to the green handle that had just been in her cunt. "You don't want to be forgetting this," he said.

Olivia took the key and mumbled, "Thank you."

"My pleasure," he beamed. "And Olivia, if you require any more medical assistance while you're here in Vulmonia, please, make sure to book an appointment with me. Next time I'll be sure to give that little pussy of yours a thorough spanking!" he enthused as he reached under the bottom of the towel and gave her vulva a light little smack.

Olivia squeaked in horror, turned around, and scampered out of the lecture theater, grasping the key with her left hand and holding the towel together with her right. All the while she could hear Dr. Carolia guffawing behind her.

She quickly walked the short distance through the campus back to Nulmara University Teaching Hospital, desperately hoping not to run into anyone. As she reentered the hospital, she got a few strange looks from people. But she kept her eyes down and headed straight for the elevators. When the elevator doors opened, she jumped inside and quickly pressed the button for the fourteenth floor. Due to the fact that it was later in the evening, the hospital was a little less busy. She was able to ride the elevator all the way up without interruption.

When she arrived at the fourteenth floor and exited the elevator, she noticed that most of the exam room doors were shut and the lights turned off. She heaved a sigh of relief as she looked around and did not see anyone. She made her way over to room 1412.

She grabbed the doorknob, turned and pushed. The door did not move. Olivia got a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. She tuned the knob and pushed again. The door would not budge. Olivia exhaled in frustration at the realization that the door was locked. Now she was going to have to go all the way back down to the first floor and get the key to the room from the snooty receptionist.

"Can we help you?" said a somewhat familiar male voice with an Eastern European accent. Olivia turned around. It was the two custodians. The ones who had watched her orgasm at the hands of Dr. Brovachik when they were supposedly fixing the airconditioner. The ones who had laughed at her when she scurried down the hallway towards the elevator with nothing but a paper towel covering her pussy.

The slightly older one, who looked about fifty, was holding the handle of a mop that was resting in a bucket. The younger one, who could speak English, looked like he was in his mid-forties. He held a large metal ring with many keys. He turned around and locked Exam room 1414, which they had just finished cleaning.

"Please," Olivia pleaded. "I need you to open this door," she said gesturing at room 1412. "My clothes are in there."

The younger one smiled, turned to his coworker and translated into Vulmonian. The older one laughed and the two men exchanged some words back and forth. Finally, the younger of the two men turned back to Olivia and said, "Sure, we can unlock that door for you. But first, you need to do something for us."

Olivia's face went pale. She could barely speak. "What do you want?" she asked almost in a whisper.

"I want to put my cock in your mouth," he smiled. "And Sergov here," he said gesturing at his colleague, "wants to put his cock ..." He did not need to finish his sentence. The older man pointed directly at Olivia's crotch.

Olivia could feel her heart beating in her chest. She thought she was going to hyperventilate. "No!" she cried. "Absolutely not!"

"I think you owe us that at least," the younger custodian argued. "We had to clean up your mess," he said, referring to the enema she had expelled in the middle of the hallway. "It took us quite a while to mop that up. And it put us behind schedule. Why do you think we're still here this late? The least you could do is let us fuck your mouth and pussy."

"No!" Olivia exclaimed.

"Come on, we all know you American girls are loose," the younger man argued. "We saw you cum during your exam. And we also saw you walk down the hallway naked. You're obviously a slut. Why not let us fuck you?"

Then the older custodian reached out and tried to grab at the towel. Olivia took a big step back until her back was pressed up against the door. He grabbed both sides of the towel and pulled it open, exposing Olivia's front to the lustful gaze of the two men.

"Oh my," exclaimed the younger one. "What do we have here!" He knelt down to examine Olivia's hairless twat. He ran his fingers over her pale mound and smooth lips. Olivia flinched. "This is different. You weren't shaved earlier today. I like it," he smiled looking up at her.

The older of the two began fondling her breasts as the younger one stroked her clit.

"Stop," Olivia said through gritted teeth, desperate not to moan. "Stop, or I'll scream."

"Really?" the younger custodian asked skeptically. "You really want me to stop?" He slipped his large middle finger into her cunt and felt how wet she was. "Mm," he said with a smirk. "I don't think you want this to stop."

"Help!" Olivia cried out. "Please help! They're going to rape me!" she shrieked.

The two men immediately backed off. "Okay, no need for that," said the younger one. "It's just that after watching you earlier today during your examination, we thought you might enjoy it."

Olivia wrapped the towel back around her body and began to hurry toward the elevator. There was no point in trying to negotiate with the two perverted men. They were not going to open the door for her unless she performed sexual favors for them. She would have to get the key for the exam room from the receptionist.

Olivia rode the elevator back down to the first floor and hurried over to the hospital's reception desk. There was a different receptionist from the one that had been there earlier that day. As Olivia approached the desk wearing only the towel, the receptionist looked her up and down with disapproval.

"Excuse me," Olivia began meekly. The receptionist scowled at her. "I need the key for exam room 1412."

The receptionist sighed in annoyance and said, "Why?"

"My clothes are in there," Olivia explained. "I have the key for the cabinet. I just need the key for the room."

"I am not authorized to give out keys to individuals who are not hospital staff," the receptionist said apathetically. "You shouldn't even have that key," she said pointing at the cabinet key.

"But please! I need to get my clothes!"

The Vulmonian woman rolled her eyes. "I'll page the cleaning staff. One of the custodians can open the door for you."

"No!" Olivia exclaimed. "I tried that already. They wouldn't open the door for me unless I ... unless I ... did things," Olivia trailed off, not knowing how to explain.

"What 'things'?" the receptionist asked skeptically.

"Sexual things," Olivia whispered in embarrassment.

The receptionist raised her eyebrows and her eyes widened in surprise. "What do you mean, exactly," she demanded.

"Well, one of them said he wanted to put his ... thing ... in my mouth. And the other one wanted to put his ... you know ... down there." Olivia's face was burning with shame.

The receptionist began typing on her computer. She looked at the screen. "It says here that the two custodians who are now on duty are Gregus and Sergov." Then she looked up at Olivia. "They both have been working here for over twenty years. We've never had a problem with either of them. Why would they try to cause trouble all of a sudden?"

"Well ... I ... I don't know," Olivia stammered. "But that's what they said to me."

The receptionist stared at Olivia for a few moments. Then she said, "I heard about you when I arrived here this evening for my shift." She narrowed her eyes. "The entire hospital staff has been talking about you. I heard about you orgasming in front of Dr. Brovachik. Then you orgasmed again when Dr. Miloza and his students were examining you. You made a mess in the hallway with your enema. And you masturbated in front of Dr. Carolia's lecture class."

Olivia started sniffling. She tried to suppress a sob.

"You are a dirty American whore. Why should I believe you? You're obviously just looking for attention. Disgusting!" the receptionist spat at her.

"Please!" Olivia begged. "I can't talk to the two custodians! And I have no clothes to wear. I just want to go back to my hotel. Can't you lend me a hospital gown or something?" Tears began to roll down her cheeks.

The receptionist sighed in contempt and reached under the desk. She pulled out a large cardboard box and tossed it onto the desk. "This is the lost and found," she explained with disinterest. "You can borrow something from here."

Olivia looked through the contents of the box. Most the items were either children's clothes or items that were not wearable. The only clothing she could find that was anywhere close to her size was a small white T-shirt and a pair of black spandex shorts. Both pieces of clothing looked to be about two sizes too small, but the material was stretchy.

"Where can I get changed?" she inquired.

The receptionist pointed toward the first floor public bathroom. "And you can leave that key here," she said pointing at the cabinet key with the green handle, clutched in Olivia's left hand. Olivia handed it to the receptionist, grabbed the T-shirt and shorts and ran over to the lavatory to get changed.