Olivia In Vulmonia Ch 10

Olivia was naked and curled up in the fetal position when she was awakened by the sound of a baton clanging against the bars of her cell. At first she was startled and disoriented. However, a feeling of dread overcame her as she began to remember where she was and why she was there.

Officers Amelin and Letov were standing just outside of her cell staring and grinning at her. When she looked over at them, Officer Amelin said, "What is it that you say in America? 'Rise and shine?'"

"'Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey.' That's what they say over there. Americans love bacon and eggs," Officer Letov informed his colleague.

They opened the door to her cell. Officer Amelin was holding a tray of food. He brought it over to the cot. It did not look terribly appetizing. Boiled potatoes with boiled cabbage and some sort of mystery meat. But since Olivia had not eaten since lunch the day before, she immediately dug in.

"You Americans love to eat," Officer Amelin observed. Olivia rolled her eyes at their ignorant stereotypes about her homeland. But she remained silent as she cleaned her plate.

"Don't get between an American and their food," Officer Letov laughed.

"Alright, now that breakfast's over, we need you to stand up and put your hands behind your back," Officer Amelin instructed.

"Where are you taking me?" Olivia timidly queried.

"You have another appointment with Dr. Brovachik," Officer Letov informed her. "He seems to have taken a liking to you. He wants to help you," he said as he put a pair of handcuffs around her wrists.

Olivia was not sure how Dr. Brovachik could help her, but she was hopeful.

"There's also a public defender who will need to meet with you before you stand in front of the judge," Officer Amelin added.

Olivia let out a long deep exhale as she thought about having to go to court. How on earth did she even end up in this mess? When she recounted the events from the day before, nothing was her fault. She was the victim! And yet, here she was in a jail cell getting ready to face multiple charges in a Vulmonian court of law.

With her hands cuffed behind her back, her shoulders were forced back and down, which caused her breasts to protrude. The two policemen did not hide the fact that they were leering right at her tits.

"Aren't you suppose to give me some sort of a uniform. Like an orange jumpsuit or something?" Olivia inquired.

"You'll be given something to wear eventually. But since you have a doctor's appointment first, you'd have to get undressed anyway. You'll be given something to put on before you go to the courthouse," Officer Letov said matter-of-factly.

Olivia sighed in frustration. She did not think she would ever get used to being naked.

Officer Amelin reached into his pocket and pulled out an odd looking object. It was two clamps attached to each other by a chain approximately ten inches long. A chain about fifteen inches long was attached to the middle of the first chain. Officer Amelin squeezed the clamps open and brought them toward Olivia's nipples.

Her eyes widened in horror. "What do you think you're doing," she exclaimed. Then she howled in pain as the clamps closed around her nipples.

Officer Amelin grabbed the loose end of the longer chain as if it were a leash and gave a firm tug. The clamps pulled painfully on Olivia's nipples and she was forced to step forward.

"Please," she implored, "Take them off!"

"As long as you can keep up, they shouldn't hurt you too badly," Officer Amelin shrugged. And with that, he gave another sharp tug on the nipple leash. Olivia had no choice but to follow him naked out of her cell and into the hallway of the police station.

With it being morning time, the station was much busier than it had been the night before. As the two officers escorted Olivia back to the medical examination room, they passed by other policemen, lawyers and office workers. All of whom stopped to stare at the nude, blushing, American teen. Olivia looked down to avoid making eye contact with anyone.

Just before they arrived at their destination, one particularly large, burly policeman stopped in his tracks when he saw the buxom naked girl. His eyes widened and he began to smile. He walked over and addressed the two officers in Vulmonian. They had a brief conversation, during which he reached down and cupped Olivia's breasts in his large hands. Olivia gasped in surprise. She looked over at Officers Letov and Amelin.

Officer Letov smiled and said, "This is Sergeant Zhabin. Don't worry, he's just being friendly." Officer Zhabin began squeezing. Olivia recoiled in disgust.

"Please tell him to stop!" she demanded.

"You're being charged with prostitution along with a variety of other offences," Officer Amelin reprimanded her. "So I'd watch your tone if I were you."

Sergeant Zhabin grabbed the ends of the shorter chain right where they connected to the clamps. He began tugging gently. "Oh!" Olivia said in surprise. The sergeant smiled and began tugging a little harder. Olivia winced and gasped. The two officers watched with interest as their superior manipulated Olivia's teats.

Sergeant Zhabin grabbed onto the actual clamps themselves and began twisting Olivia's nipples inwards. "Oh," Olivia squealed. "Please ..." Them he began twisting outwards. Olivia inhaled sharply, trying to tolerate the pain. He alternated twisting her nipples inwards and then outwards a few more times. Olivia whimpered in pain. "Please!" she begged.

The sergeant said something in Vulmonian.

"He says that everyone has been talking about you ever since he came into work this morning. He says that he couldn't wait to meet you," Officer Amelin translated. Sergeant Zhabin smiled at her

He eventually released her nipples and brought his large hands down and grabbed her by her hips. He turned her around and let out a satisfied growl as her ample backside came into view. He reached down and groped her right cheek. Olivia cringed but held her tongue. He stroked her ass several times before giving her left globe a firm, hard slap. Olivia squealed in surprise.

Grabbing her hips once again, he turned her back around and brought his thick fingers down toward her crotch. With her hands cuffed behind her back, Olivia was unable to do anything to stop him. The sergeant ran his fingers over her pubic mound feeling her smooth shaved skin. Then he began inserting his fingers into her cunt. Olivia exhaled, desperately trying to remain calm. He added a second finger and then a third. Olivia grunted in discomfort.

"Wet pussy," he chuckled smugly in English. He then removed his fingers from her twat and held up the them up, right in her face. He rubbed his fingers against his thumb, showing how slippery they were. Emphasizing the fact that her snatch was so moist.

Sergeant Zhabin then brought his fingers toward her lips. "Open," he commanded.

Olivia clamped her mouth shut and shook her head no.

"Open!" he repeated more sternly.

Officer Amelin, holding onto the end of the nipple leash, gave a sharp, hard yank.

"Ow!" Olivia's mouth opened as she yelped in pain. Sergeant Zhabin took the opportunity to shove his fingers into her mouth. There was the bitter taste of her vaginal secretions mixed with the saltiness of semen from the night before. He rubbed his fingers against her tongue. She gagged. The three men began laughing.

Then they heard a loud, authoritative voice speaking in Vulmonian. They all turned to see Lieutenant Petrov. He seemed to be asking a question. Sergeant Zhabin said something and removed his fingers from Olivia's mouth. Officer Letov opened the door to the medical exam room and they all entered.

Dr. Brovachik was sitting at the computer desk. "Olivia, good morning," he greeted her cheerfully. "It's good to see you again. I trust you slept well."

"Not exactly," she mumbled. Then, changing the subject, she said, "I was told that you wanted to help me."

"Yes, that's right," he replied. "Yesterday I prescribed you the emergency contraceptive pill. I'm here to deliver it to you."

Olivia could not believe it. She was so thankful and relieved, she almost cried. After being vaginally raped by five men at the dive bar the night before, she needed it now more than ever. "Thank you, Dr. Brovachik," she exclaimed. "Thank you so very much!"

"You're most welcome," he smiled at her paternally. "Just to be clear, I'm doing you a big favor. Like I told you yesterday, I'm only suppose to prescribe the emergency contraceptive pill in cases of rape or incest. Last night, I could not find any solid evidence that you had actually been raped. But, as I previously told you, you are very young and I don't think it would do anyone any good if you got pregnant at this time in your life."

"Thank you for being so understanding, Doctor!" she gushed.

"Besides, he continued, "In the last forty-eight hours, you've had vaginal intercourse with six different men. There were the five men at the bar and another man the evening before that. If you ended up getting pregnant, we wouldn't even know who the father is."

Olivia looked down in embarrassment as Dr. Brovachik mentioned how many men had penetrated her.

"Now, before I give you the emergency contraceptive pill, I'm going to administer a vaginal douche first."

Olivia should not have been surprised. This was just how things went yesterday when she had her appointment at the hospital.

"Is a douche really necessary? Can't I just take the pill? Isn't that enough?" she implored.

"It's like I told you yesterday afternoon, if we wash as much ejaculate out of your vagina as possible, it will drastically decrease your chances of getting pregnant. The emergency contraceptive pill isn't one-hundred percent effective. But if we pair it with a vaginal cleansing, you're almost guaranteed not to get pregnant," Dr. Brovachik explained.

Olivia looked around the exam room. There was the doctor, of course. Then there were Officers Letov and Amelin. There was Lieutant Petrov. And last but not least, there was the smirking face of Sergeant Zhabin. Olivia turned to Dr. Brovachik and asked, "Does everyone have to watch?"

Dr. Brovachik turned to the other men in the room and said something in their native tongue. Officers Amelin and Letov shrugged and the lieutenant and sergeant exchanged a few words.

"Officer Letov and I have to be here because we've been assigned to guard you," Officer Amelin explained.

"I'm the Lieutenant in charge of the violent crimes unit. I'm overseeing your case while you're here at the station. I have to be here," Lieutenant Petrov said with an air of authority.

Then Sergeant Zhabin said something in Vulmonian. Officer Letov translated, "The sergeant says he's never had to deal with an American before. He says it's necessary for him to be here to learn and observe."

The men all snickered at the unlikely explanation.

Olivia grimaced. Five men. She was about to have her most intimate private parts cleaned out in front of five men. It was bad enough that she was already naked. But things were about to get so much more humiliating.

"Now why don't you get up here on the table," Dr. Brovachik instructed.

Officer Letov removed the handcuffs and Officer Amelin took the clamps off of her nipples.

As the blood flowed back to her nipples, Olivia was hit with a sudden wave of pain as she regained feeling back in the sensitive little nubs. "Oh!" she cried as she cupped her breasts, trying to sooth the red engorged tips. The five men all tittered in amusement.

Dr. Brovachik took her by her right upper arm and led her over to the exam table. She climbed up and laid back. She reluctantly put her feet into the stirrups and stared up at the ceiling, desperately wishing she was somewhere else. Officer Letov placed a bucket on the floor at the foot of the table under Olivia's nether region.

Dr. Brovachik had the douching solution already prepared. He stood that the end of the table between her legs holding the rubber bulb in his right hand. The vaginal nozzle looked significantly bigger than the one he had used the day before. He looked down at her and grinned. "I remember how much you enjoyed this yesterday," he smiled.

Olivia closed her eyes and shook her head no, trying not to burst into sobs. Her face was bright red.

The doctor rubbed the tip of nozzle against her pussy lips and then against her clitoris. Olivia shuttered as she held her breath. Dr. Brovachik eased the nozzle into her vagina. It was a tight fit, but with Olivia's pussy being as wet as it was, the nozzle eventually slid into place. Olivia opened her eyes and breathed deeply. She could not ignore how full her cunt felt. Dr. Brovachik moved the nozzle back and forth a couple of times before finally leaving it in place.

Placing his left hand on her lower abdomen just above her pelvis, he asked, "Ready?" Olivia silently nodded her head. Dr. Brovachik squeezed the rubber bulb and the warm solution gushed into her, filling her womb. Olivia audibly exhaled. The four police offers in the room watched in fascination. The doctor gave the rubber bulb another squeeze and more liquid entered her. The room was quiet as they watched. Olivia moaned softly.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Officer Amelin answered it. Two men, entered. One was tall and broad shouldered with steel grey hair. He wore a grey suit with a navy blue tie. The other was short and stocky with a receding hairline. He wore a rumpled brown suit with a tan tie, which was slightly askew. The two newcomers greeted the doctor and policemen in Vulmonian. Then they both looked in Olivia's direction.

The tall man in the grey suit asked a question. The doctor replied and both men shrugged and nodded. Then the tall man in the grey suit said in English, "Olivia Williams?"

"Yes ... Oh!" she gasped as Dr. Brovachik once again squeezed the bulb, filling her with even more of the douching solution.

"I am Mr. Fukin. I am the lawyer for the prosecution. I've been assigned to represent the people of Nulmara City against you in your criminal case," he said coldly.

"Oh ... I see," was all Olivia could think to say.

Then the stocky man in the brown wrinkled suite spoke up. "And I am Mr. Kholod. I've been assigned to be your public defender. I am required by law to try and get you acquitted. Or, at the very least, get the charges against you reduced.

"Oh, thank you Mr. Kholod," Olivia said. "I really need you hel... Ah!" Olivia could not even finish her sentence. She was overwhelmed by all the sensations she was feeling below the waist. Dr. Brovachik removed the vaginal nozzle from pussy and all of the water came gushing out and pouring down into the bucket below.

"I read in your file that you're from upstate New York," said Mr. Fukin.

"Yes ... that's right," Olivia replied hesitantly.

"It's looks like you have Niagara Falls down there, between your thighs," Mr. Fukin observed. "How nice of the good doctor to make you feel at home!"

The men in the room all burst out laughing. Olivia looked over at her lawyer, Mr. Kholod. He was chortling right along with the others. Was he not suppose to be on her side? Olivia suddenly got a bad feeling about her new legal representation.

As Dr. Brovachik prepared the second douche, Mr. Kholod said, "Olivia, I reviewed the charges against you and I think I can argue them down to a misdemeanor or two."

"Don't be so sure about that," said Mr. Fukin in a challenging tone of voice.

"If I could have a few moments alone with my client," Mr. Kholod said turning to his rival, "That would be greatly appreciated."

"Alright," announced Lieutenant Petrov. "Everyone out except for Mr. Kholod and the doctor."

Sergeant Zhabin and Officers Amelin and Letov all groaned in disappointment. They had been enjoying the show. But they grudgingly exited the room along with the lieutenant and Mr. Fukin.

As Dr. Brovachik once again inserted the nozzle into Olivia's snatch he said, "Don't mind me. I won't tell anyone about what you discuss with your lawyer." He squeezed the bulb.

"Mmmmmm," was Olivia's only reply.

"Now Olivia," Mr. Kholod said pulling a chair up at the foot of the exam table, "After reviewing your case first thing this morning, I am sorry to tell you that I don't think we're going to get a full acquittal."

"Oh," she said dejectedly. Then she inhaled and gasped as her insides continued to fill up with the douching solution.

"The good news is," he said cheerily, "I think I can get the charges reduced. If we play our cards right, we can probably avoid any jail time."

"So, what sort of punishment would I be looking at?" she asked. "Ahhh!" she exclaimed as Dr. Brovachik removed the nozzle and the liquid flowed out of her.

Mr. Kholod watched, mesmerized, as the solution came rushing out of her womanly opening. Then he finally said, "I don't know if you know this, but here in Vulmonia, we don't like to impose custodial sentences for non-violent offences. We find it a waste of tax payer money and it is of no benefit to anyone."

Olivia listened closely and nodded. Dr. Brovachik went over to the sink to prepare the third and final douche.

"We have other, more creative ways to deal with non-violent offenders. There's community service, of course." Olivia listened and nodded. He continued, "There's also the pillory."

"The what?" Olivia said raising her eyebrows.

"The pillory," Mr. Kholod repeated. He got out his smartphone and did a google image search. He walked over towards the head of the exam table to show her.

"Oh no!" Olivia exclaimed.

Then she thought back to two days earlier when she had been walking through Nulmara City town square. There had been a platform in the middle of the square. On it had been a man bent over and restrained in such a device.

That was the same time she had met the big burly American man. He had given her his business card. He had obviously been hitting on her, despite being more than twenty years her senior. What was his name? Luke, maybe. He had told her a little bit about the Vulmonian justice system. Along with the stocks and the pillory, he had mentioned that in Vulmonia, they used another form of punishment. What was it again?

"And of course," Mr. Kholod continued, there's also flogging.

"What?" Olivia gasped. Then she moaned as Dr. Brovachik inserted the nozzle the third and final time.

"Well, which would you prefer?" Mr. Kholod asked, sounding almost annoyed. "A light flogging one time? Or months in prison?"

"Ooooooh ..." Olivia sighed as cunt was flooded.

"The American criminal justice system is an absolute mess. You have people who spend years in run down prisons for the mildest of offences. If I can get you with a day in the pillory and a mind whipping, I should think you'd be forever grateful," Mr. Kholod scolded her.

"I'm sorry ... oh!" Olivia whimpered. "I didn't mean to offend ... Oh! ... you." The doctor slid the nozzle from her snatch and let the water pour out. "Mmmmm," she purred as she felt the liquid flow against her Gspot.

Mr. Kholod looked at her and narrowed his eyes. And then with an air of cynicism he said, "When you first arrived at the station, you were claiming that you had been raped?"

"Oh, but I was!" Olivia insisted.

"Well, I reviewed the video of Dr. Carolia's lecture class from yesterday evening. And I also watched the video of your 'rape' examination that was filmed here last night. After hearing the things you said and seeing the things you did, I think you should stop claiming it was rape. No one will believe you. And just watching your reactions now while receiving your douche, it's clear you're an oversexed American girl with little to no self control," Mr. Kholod surmised.

Olivia closed her eyes as a tear ran down her cheek.