Olivia evacuated her enema, with Dr. Sokolov, Officer Amelin and Officer Letov "supervising" the whole thing. Then the doctor led her down the hallway to a room with windowed white swinging doors. The two officers marched along beside her. As they approached the doors, Olivia could hear a number of adult male voices speaking in Vulmonian. She was not sure, but it sounded to her like a rather large group. Certainly much larger than the group she had been expecting. As she peeked through the windows of the doors, she could see around fifty men seated in the viewing area the spacious observation lab.
"Why are there so many people here?" Olivia asked, horrified and shocked.
"Well, there are a number of scientists and engineers who are here for research reasons. And the doctors and med students from Nulmara University Teaching Hospital. But you already knew that," Dr. Sokolov listed off.
"But who are the others?" Olivia demanded to know.
"When I described to some of my acquaintances the project that I was working on, many of them seemed to take a keen interest," the doctor explained. "Then, when I mentioned that we had finally managed to find a female test subject, many of them asked if it would possible to observe the test trials. And then, when I told them that our female test subject was the American girl from the news ... well ... you could imagine their reactions. They practically insisted on being allowed in to witness the test trials."
"What?!" Olivia exclaimed. "So you just let random people in to watch?"
"I did not invite this many people to come watch. Obviously, some of them brought friends along with them," Dr. Sokolov shrugged.
"And you're okay with all of them being here?" Olivia asked, unbelieving.
"Sure, why not?" Dr. Sokolov seemed genuinely puzzled by Olivia's reaction.
"Because it's embarrassing!" Olivia cried as the two policemen standing behind her began to snicker.
"There's nothing embarrassing about participating in scientific test trials. The spectators are here to watch merely as curious observers," he reasoned. Then his expression darkened somewhat as his eyes narrowed. "Besides, since when do you have a problem with being observed by multiple men?" The corners of the doctor's mouth began to curl up.
Olivia stood before him, speechless. She searched the doctor's face for any sign of sympathy. But he just stared down at her with cold eyes.
"If anything, having so many observers will only enhance the experience for you," pointed out Officer Amelin.
Once again Dr. Sokolov took her by the arm and said, "Come on, they're all waiting for you." With his free hand, he pushed open the swinging double doors and practically dragged the nude girl into the observation lab with Officers Letov and Amelin following closely behind.
As soon as they entered, the men in the room all turned their attention towards the frightened teenager and the older doctor who was manhandling her. The chatter died down until the room was silent. Olivia used her hands to try to cover her body as best she could. Her face went from a rosy pink to a deep crimson as she could feel the eyes of every single man in the room on her naked nubile body.
There were three men dressed in green hospital scrubs. On their hands they donned rubber surgical gloves. They approached Dr. Sokolov and Olivia. "Olivia, these are my assistants. This is Egor," he said pointing to the first man. "He is a hospital orderly. He was assigned to help on this project when we were told that you would be our female test subject," Dr. Sokolov explained.
Egor greeted her in Vulmonian, not appearing to speak any English.
"This is Mr. Dima," the doctor gestured toward the second man. "He's a medical technologist. He will be operating the machinery that we will use to monitor your body's sexual responses."
"Nice to meet you," he said to her. "I am very interested in seeing how your body will respond during this experiment. I watched you on the news while you were in the pillory. I have a feeling that we're going to get some interesting reactions from you," he grinned at her.
Embarrassed, Olivia lowered her gaze and mumbled, "Nice to meet you, too."
"And this is Mr. Uday," Dr. Sokolov said, introducing the final man. Mr. Uday was balding with thick framed glasses. He openly leered at Olivia. "He is the engineer who helped me to design most of the marital aids that we will be testing out on you today."
"Hello," the engineer said with a thick Eastern European accent. He lasciviously looked Olivia up and down.
Olivia could not help but shrink back as she clutched her hands even more tightly over her body. "Hello," she timidly replied, trying to hide her revulsion.
"I am very much looking forward to seeing how you will enjoy our inventions," he said to her. Though it seemed to Olivia that the statement was directed more at her breasts than at her.
"I hope I can be of service," she replied, practically in a whisper.
"Well, that's the whole point of you being here, now isn't it? Community service?" Dr. Sokolov said cheerfully. "I must say, you certainly got off easy with your community service assignment, didn't you? Most convicted offenders have to do some form of manual labor like picking up litter or repainting buildings and fences. But you get to spend the day testing out sex toys. You have to admit, that's not a bad way to spend the day. You lucky girl!"
Olivia could not help but scowl at the smiling doctor. She would have given everything she owned to be able to trade places with someone picking up litter. But instead, there she was, in a room full of men, without a stitch of clothing on, being forced to use sex toys for their viewing pleasure.
"Let's get you over to the table and synced up to the machines," Mr. Dima suggested as he guided her over to the center of the room. Unsurprisingly, there was a medical exam table, with stirrups, of course. Mr. Dima and Egor helped her up onto the table.
Egor grabbed her ankles and placed them into the stirrups, which she had expected. However, what she had not expected was for him to fasten leather straps over her ankles.
"Wait!" Olivia exclaimed, sitting up. "What are you doing?"
"He's fastening the restraints," Mr. Dima explained. Egor walked over to the left side of the exam table and buckled a large leather strap over Olivia's waist.
"But why?" Olivia asked as panic began to set in.
"So that you'll remain still during the experiment," replied Mr. Dima nonchalantly. Egor grabbed Olivia's wrists, brought them together up above her head and buckled a strap around them that was attached to the head of the table.
"But what if I need to get up?"
"The restraints with be unfastened when we are finished with the experiment," Dr. Sokolov said.
"But what if I need to get up before then?" Olivia anxiously queried.
The doctor stepped closer and stood between Olivia's legs. "If we determine that it is necessary for you to get up off of the table, then we will unbuckle the straps and permit you to get up. But if you getting up isn't deemed necessary, then you will be required to remain restrained in your current position," he said as he placed a hand on each of her inner thighs, giving her soft flesh a few uninvited strokes.
Olivia bristled as she pulled at her bonds. Dr. Sokolov smiled subtly as he watched Olivia already beginning to squirm. And they had not yet even begun the experiment.
"Let's get started, shall we?" he enthused as he walked over to a lecture podium. He pulled some note cards out of his front pocket and addressed the spectators in Vulmonian.
As the doctor spoke to the crowd of men, Mr. Dima came over to Olivia. He held a bottle containing a light clear adhesive in one hand. He held a small thin brush in the other. Using the brush to apply the adhesive, he began sticking small wireless sensors all over Olivia's body. "These will send signals to the monitoring device," he explained. "They will track your heart rate, your breath, your perspiration ..."
He then stuck one onto her left areola just at the base of her nipple. "Do you really need to put one right there?" Olivia inquired, sounding rather distraught.
"Of course I do," Mr. Dima replied, irritated by the unnecessary question. "We're testing your body's sexual response. We need to track the flow of blood to your erogenous zones," he explained as he stuck a second sensor to the base of her right nipple. "Surely you must know that for most women, their nipples are a major erogenous zone."
And then, as if to prove his point, he set down the bottle of adhesive and the brush on a metal rolling cart. Using the index finger of each hand, he began lightly rubbing the tips of Olivia's nipples. The skin of her areolas began to wrinkle and scrunch. And her nipples themselves began to harden into two rigid points.
Suddenly a high pitched beeping sound could be heard throughout the observation lab. Dr. Sokolov ceased speaking and everyone in the room turned their attention towards the bound unclothed girl and the medical technologist who was stimulating her. The sensors on Olivia's areolas began blinking with red lights.
"Ah, I see the nipple sensors are working," the doctor observed with a smile. The spectators chuckled.
