Olivia, sat in the gravel parking lot of the dive bar. Her face was still coated in sticky semen. She clutched her bruised vulva and cried. She had no idea what she should do. She did not want to go back inside. She was afraid of what Temor, the bartender, might do to her. But Gregus and Sergov, the two custodians had driven her so far away from her hotel, she had no idea how to get back. She had no cell phone to call a taxi and no money to pay for one. Her clothes were completely ruined. And she was in a very seedy neighborhood. She stood up on shaky legs and looked around.
Maybe if she could find a payphone, she could make a collect call to the hotel. Perhaps if she explained to the hotel staff that it was an emergency, someone could pick her up. Then she could pay them for their time and trouble tomorrow when she got her purse back from the hospital.
Or maybe she should call the police. Either way, she needed to find a phone. She chose a random direction and began walking. Since the bartender and custodians had cut giant holes in her clothes, exposing her breasts, ass and pussy, she tried her best to cover herself with her hands.
As she walked, her twat still throbbed from where Sergov had punched her. The only thing she had to be thankful for was the fact that no one else was around, as far as she could tell. She did not imagine she would get much help if she ran into a local in this neighborhood at such a late hour. She tried her best to cover her breasts and crotch, but there was nothing she could do about her bare behind. The night air was cool on her exposed skin and gave her goose bumps.
After she had been walking for about ten minutes, with no payphone in sight, she heard what sounded like a police siren. Not at full blast, but just enough to get her attention. She turned around and sure enough, there was a squad car with blinking lights. Olivia heaved a huge sigh of relief. Since they had driven up behind her, they must have gotten a eye full of her bare derriere. But Olivia did not care about that. She hurried over to the police cruiser. There were two policemen, one with a beard and one clean shaven. The bearded officer on the passenger side lowered his window. He greeted her in Vulmonian.
"Please, do you speak English?" Olivia timidly inquired.
"Yes," he replied, looking her up and down, with a puzzled look on his face. "I'm Officer Amelin. And this," he said gesturing to his clean shaven colleague, "Is Officer Letov."
"Please, I need your help! I was attacked by some men at a bar a few blocks away. They ruined my clothes and they ... they assaulted me!" Olivia burst out crying.
Officer Amelin raised an eyebrow and skeptically asked, "And what is the name of this bar?"
"I ... I don't know. The sign was in Vulmonian. But the bartender's name is Temor," Olivia sobbed.
The two officers looked at each other and had a brief conversation. Then Officer Amelin got out, opened the right back door and ushered her into the squad car. "We'll take you down to the station so you can file a report," he said.
"Thank you! Oh thank you so much," Olivia exclaimed. "You have no idea what it's been like for me today. I've just had the worst day of my life," she said sniffling.
Olivia began to calm down as they drove toward Nulmara City Police Station.
As soon as they arrived at the station, Olivia was escorted to an interview room. "Is there any chance I could borrow some clothes?" she queried hopefully.
"I think it's best if you remain dressed the way you are," Officer Letov explained. "We'll need to photograph you. You say your attackers cut up your clothes. So the way you're dressed will be an important piece of evidence."
"Oh, I see," Olivia said disappointed. She sank down into one of the chairs at the table, hunched her shoulders and crossed her arms over her chest.
She was in the interview room alone for what seemed like ages. But with no watch, cell phone, and no clock on the wall, it was impossible to know how much time had past. But eventually she heard a brief knock and the door opened. In walked Officers Letov and Amelin. They were followed by a third man. To Olivia's surprise, it was Dr. Brovachik.
"Dr. Brovachik," Olivia blurted out. "What are you doing here?" she asked as the three men sat down at the table.
"I received a call from the police saying that they had an American girl claiming she was assaulted. They needed a doctor to examine her, so here I am," he said in an almost upbeat tone of voice.
"I'm going to record this conversation," Officer Amelin said, turning on a portable recording device.
"Oh, Dr. Brovachik!" Olivia cried. "Terrible things have happened to me! You put my clothes in a cupboard for safe keeping. But when I tried to get them out, it was locked. Then Dr. Miloza wanted to use me to demonstrate a colonoscopy. But he gave me two enemas first. It was so awful! Then Dr. Carolia insisted the colonoscopy be done in front of his entire lecture class. He gave me this drug that made me do things and say things I normally would never do or say. It was so embarrassing," she sobbed as she recounted the events at the hospital and university.
"Well Olivia, it is a teaching hospital where you chose to seek treatment. You should know that when you go to a teaching hospital and sign the waiver, doctors and professors can use your body to train and teach medical students. You should have realized that," he chided.
Olivia sniffed, "I know. But the papers were all in Vulmonian. I didn't know what I was signing."
"Now, I thought you were here at the police station because you're claiming someone assaulted you," the doctor said in a slightly cynical tone of voice.
"Yes! It was those two custodians," Olivia asserted. "The ones who were fixing the airconditioner."
"Sergov and Gregus?" Dr. Brovachik said in disbelief. "I've known those two for years. They're good men!"
"No, they're not!" Olivia protested. "They offered me a ride to my hotel. Normally I would have said no, but there was a scary group of men walking towards me and I didn't want to stay out on the street," Olivia explained. "But instead of taking me to my hotel, they drove me to a bar. They had all of the customers pay fifty ruettes each. Then they tied me to a pool table and the customers all ... they ... they all took a turn," Olivia said.
"They all took a turn doing what?" Officer Letov asked, as if he did not know.
"Having sex with me," Olivia said, almost in a whisper.
"And did you enjoy the sex?" the doctor inquired with just a hint of a smile.
"No!" Olivia exclaimed. "I begged them to stop!"
"Then what happened?" Officer Amelin asked. The three men leaned forward with interest.
"Then the two custodians had sex with me ... back there," Olivia blushed.
"Back where?" Dr. Brovachik said, urging her to use more specific terms and graphic language.
"Back in my ... my bottom," she grimaced.
"You had anal sex with Gregus and Sergov," the doctor casually clarified.
Olivia's face was bright red. She closed her eyes and reluctantly nodded.
"Anything else?" Dr. Brovachik asked.
