As the squad car headed back towards Nulmara City, the constant tugging on the clit leash was driving Olivia mad. Somehow, Officer Amelin always seemed to know when Olivia was right about to reach climax and the pulling on the chain would cease momentarily. The tugging would stop long enough for her to calm down a little. But as soon as she would stop squirming and her breathing returned to normal, the policeman would, once again, begin gently pulling on the leash.
As the police cruiser reentered the city limits, Olivia could no longer be bothered to hold her ripped dress closed. She was simply too distracted by the frustrating stimulation on her clit. As the cop car drove by other vehicles and pedestrians, Olivia's ruined sundress gaped open.
Drivers in other cars and random people walking by got to witness quite a sight, if they happened to glance through one of the backseat windows of the police car. Olivia had her eyes closed, her back was arched and her hips were thrust forward. The torn sides of her dress had fallen open. The cotton fabric had begun to slide off of her generous bosom. Her nipples were just barely covered. The lower half of her body was totally exposed. But all Olivia could focus on was the nagging titillating tugging on her clit.
Officer Letov pulled into a parking lot and turned off the engine. Officer Amelin dropped the end of the leash. Olivia, irked that she was not able to finish, looked up at the building in front of her. She felt as though her heart had skipped a beat. Her face felt flushed as she inhaled a shaky breath. She was looking at a building she had hoped that she would never see again.
"Welcome back," Officer Amelin grinned. "I bet you missed this place."
"No!" Olivia shouted. "Not here. Anywhere but here!"
The two officers did not bother to reply. They exited the police cruiser and walked over to the back right door. "Come on," Officer Letov said as he unlocked and opened the door. "We would've thought that you missed this place."
"I'm sure they've missed you." Officer Amelin bent down and picked up the end of the leash. "You must be their most popular patient."
"I'm not going in there," Olivia defiantly declared.
"You don't have a choice," said Officer Letov, irritated. "You still have to perform your community service, remember? You have to help stressed out workers release their tension. Judge's orders."
"And I cannot think of anyone with more stress or more tension than doctors and hospital staff," reasoned Officer Amenlin.
"NO!" Olivia shook her head and crossed her arms over her chest.
"It's the location that's next on the itinerary. You have to go in," Officer Letov said with a disinterested shrug.
Olivia continued to shake her head no. The two policemen looked at each other with knowing smirks as Officer Amelin yanked hard on the clit leash. Olivia howled in agony as she practically leapt off of the back seat and out of the car. She reached down and clasped her groin. The straps of her sundress had begun to slide down her shoulders. Her front half was totally nude.
"Let's get rid of this," said Officer Letov as he walked behind Olivia and slid the straps of the dress the rest of the way down her arms. Olivia was momentarily forced to let go of her crotch as Officer Letov removed the dress away from her body completely. "You look ridiculous walking around in a dress that was torn down the middle." He tossed the white cotton fabric onto the ground.
Olivia, once again without a stitch of clothing on her body, could only use her hands and forearms to try to cover herself. "I thought public nudity was a crime," she hissed as she glared at the two men.
You won't be in public for much longer," Officer Amelin said nonchalantly. "In a few moments we'll be inside. Doctors and nurses have seen it all before. And let's be honest, it's not like you don't enjoy it."
The policemen turned around and began walking towards the large imposing building. Olivia, being pulled along by her cunt, grudgingly marched back into Nulmara University Teaching Hospital.
As they entered the waiting room on the first floor, a number of people turned to look at the pair of policemen and the strange, unclothed teenage girl following behind them. She hunched her back, trying to make her ample bust look as small as possible. She tried to cover her nipples with her right hand and forearm. Her left hand was tightly clamped over her pussy. She looked down at the floor. She blushed all the way up to her ears.
"You again," came a shrewish female voice with a Vulmonian accent. Olivia looked up.
It was the receptionist. The same receptionist who had refused to give Olivia the key to the examination room. Without that key, Olivia was unable to get her clothes back, despite having been given the key to the cabinet by Dr. Miloza's student, Mr. Smurdir.
The receptionist had given Olivia an extra small white tshirt and an extremely tight pair of spandex shorts from the lost and found. She had also insisted that Olivia hand over the towel Dr. Carolia had lent her.
Olivia had been forced to walk out of the hospital and onto the street wearing nothing but the flimsy white tshirt and the skin tight black shorts. With no bra to support her large chest and shorts so snug that they gave her a camel toe, it was no wonder Olivia had been targeted by the two perverted custodians.
"What are you doing back here? And where on earth are your clothes?" the receptionist snapped.
Officer Letov walked up to the reception desk and began speaking to the combative looking woman in Vulmonian. The two of them exchanged a few words. The receptionist's eyes widened and her eyebrows shot up her forehead. "Oh," she said in surprise. As Officer Letov continued his explanation in the Eastern European language, the receptionist's face broke into a grin and she began cackling loudly in a deep throaty voice.
She then turned to the computer on her desk and began typing. She looked at the monitor and her head began nodding in recognition. She turned her attention back to the nude embarrassed foreign girl. "They're expecting you," sniggered. "Room 963."
Officer Letov thanked her in their native language. As the policemen and Olivia began walking toward the elevators, the receptionist called out in English, "You'd better do a good job, Miss Williams. Our staff here at the hospital work hard and they deserve only the best service!" As the two men and the young girl stepped into the elevator, Olivia could hear the cruel laughter of the receptionist as the metal doors slid shut.
As the elevator climbed to the ninth floor, Olivia was practically shaking with rage when she thought about how the medical staff at this hospital had humiliated her and violated her only a few days earlier. She never thought she would have to return to Nulmara University Teaching Hospital. But here she was, on her way to "service" ... well, she did not know who.
As they reached room 963, Officer Letov knocked on the door. It opened slightly and they were greeted by the smiling bearded face of Dr. Brovachik. He greeted the officers in their mother tongue.
Then his gaze came to rest on the naked young woman. "Olivia, wonderful to see you again," he beamed. His eyes roved up and down her uncovered body. "And it's certainly lovely to see so much of you. Come on in!" He swung the door open wider and gestured that the three of them enter.
Olivia practically dragged her feet as she was led in by her sensitive sore little bud. Once inside, Dr. Brovachik shut the door.
As she looked around the room, she saw that it was not just Dr. Brovachik that she would be "servicing." Dr. Carolia sat in a chair off to the right.
Dr. Miloza sat in a chair on the left side of the room. Behind him were his four trusty senior year medical students, Mr. Smurdir, Mr. Kaldoff, Mr. Yavlov and Mr. Vlangar.
In the center of the room was a medical exam table with, of course, gynecological stirrups attached to the end.
Olivia tried to hide her disgust as she inwardly groaned. She had a feeling that it was going to be a long afternoon.
Dr. Miloza stood up from his seat and walked over to where Olivia stood, with her shoulders hunched and a scowl on her face.
"This in interesting," he said with an amused smile as he crouched down, observing the leash. He clasped the chain between his thumb and forefinger near Olivia's body and gave a gentle but firm tug. Involuntarily, Olivia let out a squeak as her hips jerked forward. The men in the room smirked as Olivia's face and chest began to turn bright pink.
"Well," Dr. Miloza said as he stood upright, "The police certainly seem to have all sorts of creative ways to keep you in line." He sat back in his seat in front of his four eager looking pupils.
Officer Amelin reached down, grasped the metal clamp and removed it from Olivia's body. As blood refilled the sensitive organ, she could not help but grimace and groan. She pressed her fingers to her vulva, trying to ease the offended area.
"It's a fine line between pleasure and pain, isn't it," said Dr. Carolia with a knowing smile. Olivia looked over at him. She did not say anything; she simply cringed with pain and embarrassment.
"Well, let's get started, shall we," Dr. Brovachik chirped, rubbing his hands together. "We'll begin with you up on the table." Olivia looked at him with dread. Her face paled. "Don't worry," he said with what sounded like mock sympathy. "We'll get you good and warmed up first." His reassurances did not bring her any comfort.
Dr. Brovachik took ahold of her upper arm and led her towards the examination table. She awkwardly climbed up in a sitting position and reluctantly lay down. The robust, bearded physician guided her feet into the stirrups. He instructed her to scoot down until her rear was almost hanging off of the end of the table. He then adjusted the stirrups, opening her thighs as wide as they would go.
