After the test trial concluded, Olivia spent another hour restrained to the exam table with her ankles spread wide open in the gynecological stirrups. As the men in the audience took turns testing out the various different sex toys on her, Olivia wriggled and writhed, mewed and moaned. Sexual stimulation was continually applied to her erogenous zones. But then cruelly withdrawn before the naked teen could reach any sort of climax.
"Oh yes!" she panted as she thrust her pelvis forward, pressing her throbbing little love button right up against the clitoral stimulator. "Mmm ... oooh ..."
"That's enough of that," said Mr. Dima as he diligently and meticulously kept watch of the information on his computer screen coming in from the sensors all over Olivia's body. "You need to remove the clitoral stimulator now, or else the test subject will orgasm."
The audience member pressed the off button on the battery pack that was attached to the vibrator. "Nooooooo!" Olivia wailed miserably as the vibrations abruptly stopped. Even though she knew to expect it, the constant orgasm denial never ceased to be a source of disappointment and frustration.
"Well, I think that was our last audience member," said Dr. Sokolov as he surveyed the room full of leering men. "It looks like everyone here got a chance to test out the marital aids that interested them." The male spectators all grinned and nodded, satisfied.
Mr. Dima came over to Olivia and began removing the small wireless sensors from her unclothed body. As he peeled off the sensor from her pubic mound, a tingle ran through her most sensitive organ. Her little pearl pulsated and she could not help but shiver. Mr. Dima shook his head. "American girls," he simpered.
Then the medical technologist slipped his fingers into her moist orifice. He removed the sensor that he had earlier placed on her front vaginal wall near her cervix. Olivia grunted as she endured the less than gentle penetration.
"When your legal guardian finally allows you to orgasm again, it would be helpful if you would return for more test trials," Mr. Dima said to her. "We certainly collected much valuable data here today. But the fact that we could not bring you to orgasm really gives us an incomplete picture of how effective these marital aids actually are. When Professor Pounding decides that he will once again let you climax, you should return here and let us test out our devices on your body again. It would be extremely useful. And I would love to compare those results with the results that we recorded from your body's today."
Mr. Dima said this all very clinically and matter-of-factly. It was as if he was inviting her back to take a survey regarding her satisfaction with her cellphone service. There was no hint of acknowlegement in his facial expression or in his voice that the "test trial" was the sadistic humiliating public ordeal that it actually was. Olivia clenched her jaw shut and glared up at the ceiling. Why on earth would she ever return to the observation lab for more test trials?
She had one more day of community service. Just one more day, she thought to herself as she let out a long heavy exhale. As soon as her third and final day of community service was completed, she would (thankfully!) no longer be under the custody of Professor Luke Pounding. She would exit Vulmonia and fly back home to America, cutting short her Eastern European backpacking trip. She would return to her hometown in upstate New York and begin preparing for her first year of college. With any luck, none of her friends or family back home would find out about her mortifying misadventure in the tiny former Soviet nation. She would put this whole embarrassing experience behind her and turn over a new leaf as a college freshman. She would no longer be known as the oversexed nymphomaniac that the entire country of Vulmonia had labeled her as.
After removing the last couple of sensors, Mr. Dima then picked up a remote control from a metal rolling cart. He flipped a switch. Suddenly the anal stimulator, which Dr. Carolia had inserted into Olivia's back passage, began to shrink back down to its original size. As Mr. Dima removed the inflatable butt plug, Olivia let out a sigh of relief. Finally her torture was over for the day. She would return to the the small exam room where she had originally got undressed, and she would at last be able to put her clothes back on.
She expectantly looked over at Egor, the hospital orderly, and anxiously waited for him to unbuckle her restraints. Egor did walk over to her. But instead of unfastening her bonds, he instead placed a plastic bucket on the floor at the foot of the exam table.
"What are you doing? Why aren't you letting me up off of the table?" she asked, troubled. Egor, not speaking any English, shrugged his shoulders and said something in his native tongue. He had a completely disinterested look on his face. She felt her stomach drop as dread began to set in.
"Olivia, you silly girl," chided Dr. Sokolov. "The volunteer who penetrated you ejaculated into your vagina. Your cunt is full of spunk. You don't want to get pregnant, do you? We need to give you another douche."
Olivia looked around the observation lab. She noted the ginning faces of all the men ogling her nude form with lust in their eyes.
"I can take a shower back at the hotel," she argued, her voice beginning to crack as tears filled her eyes. "Please, just give me a dose of the morning after pill. But you don't need to wash my ... um ... you don't need to wash ... me down there. Especially not here in front of all these people!" she pleaded desperately.
"Nonsense!" Dr. Sokolov declared. "What kind of a doctor would I be if I let a test subject from one of my experiments leave my laboratory with a dirty pussy! We must administer another vaginal cleansing," he stated decisively. "Besides," he winked at her, "it's not as if you won't find it pleasurable." The physician reached down and gently rubbed her engorged little kernel. Olivia inhaled sharply and shuddered. Dr. Sokolov let out a boisterous laugh as he walked away to prepare Olivia's douche.
After a thorough vaginal cleaning - in full view of the male audience - Olivia was led from the observation lab back into the small exam room to retrieve her clothing. She dressed as quickly as she could. But there was nothing she could do about the fact that the top half of her outfit consisted of nothing more than a sheer white tanktop and no bra. And below the waist, her only attire was an extremely short miniskirt. No panties, of course.
Officer Amelin reattached the clit leash. As the clamp made contact with her sensitized flesh, Olivia closed her eyes and tried to muffle a moan. After all of the sexual stimulation and orgasm denial that had been forced upon her, any pressure whatsoever that was applied to her clitoris made her quiver.
"Well Miss Williams," Dr. Sokolov addressed the scantily clad teen, staring right at her nipples, which were clearly visible through the fabric of her tanktop. "After observing your body's reactions today during the test trial, I am pleased to tell you that I am very satisfied with the performance of the marital aids that we've developed. And your second day of community service is completed."
"Thank you, Dr. Sokolov," Olivia said, trying to sound sincere. However, the underlying bitterness in her voice was unmistakable.
"Now you be a good girl and try your best tomorrow. It's my understanding that tomorrow will be you last day of community service?"
"Yes," Olivia replied through clenched teeth.
"Hm, I wonder what Judge Thorsky had planned for you for tomorrow?" the doctor said with a cocked eyebrow and a sly smile.
"No doubt, it will be something that gets this little American whore wet between her thighs," Officer Amelin jeered. The doctor and the two police officers heartily laughed as Olivia's cheeks turned scarlet.
"Speaking of the judge," Officer Letov said as he looked down at his watch. "It'll be five o'clock soon. We really need to get back to the courthouse and check in with His Honor."
"Of course," Dr. Sokolov nodded. "You'd best get a move on then." But before the policemen exited the room with the scantily clad girl, the physician quickly added, "Miss Williams, don't forget what Mr. Dima told you. When Professor Pounding allows you to have orgasms again, you should return so we can conduct more experiments. We're developing a whole new set of marital aids. We'll need to test them out on someone."
Olivia rolled her eyes in disgust.
"Oh, don't worry," snickered Officer Amelin. "This horny little slut will be back in your observation lab in no time! Did you hear the way she begged for for orgasms during the test trial? If there's any chance that she might get to cum, I guarantee you that she'll be back in here with her ankles in the stirrups, her legs wide open and her pussy sopping wet!"
