"Well, this has certainly been an interesting turn of events," Officer Amelin mused as he tugged on the end of the clit leash. Olivia squirmed around on the seat in the back of the squad car as they drove to Judge Thorsky's house.
"Honestly, I don't know what the judge was thinking, putting an American in charge," Officer Letov sneered as he maneuvered the vehicle through the winding cobblestone roads of Nulmara City. "Why on earth would you trust a Yank with that kind of responsibility?"
"What do you think, Olivia?" asked Officer Amelin addressed at the unclothed young girl. "Are you sad that you no longer get to be with Professor Pounding? Are you going to miss your fellow countryman? Did he at least show you a good time?"
Olivia glared back at the cruel law enforcement officer. She then shifted her gaze and looked out the window of the police cruiser. She tried not to think about going stay with Judge Thorsky. But she could not shake the visual image of the judge's angry face from her mind. He had declared her a nymphomaniac and had vowed to break her of her overly active sex drive.
Despite having served her sentence, Judge Thorsky still had not released her. He said that he planned on keeping Olivia under his custody until he felt it was safe to release her back into society. Even if it took months to rehabilitate her. MONTHS! Had Olivia not already cried herself out earlier, back at the science research laboratory, she probably would have burst into sobs right then and there in the back of the police car.
"Here we are," said Officer Letov as he pulled up and parked next to a large intimidating looking house. It was not quite a mansion, but it was certainly much bigger nicer than the middle-class home where Olivia had grown up in upstate New York.
The two policemen exited the car. Officer Amelin opened Olivia's door and picked up the end of the leash. "Come on," he said giving the chain a sharp tug. "We have to deliver you to the judge."
As they walked up to the ornately carved front door, Olivia's feet felt as though they were made of lead. Her face paled and she felt all of the energy drain out of her body. She felt like she was moving in slow-motion.
"Hurry is up!" Officer Amelin barked as he pulled on the leash. Olivia took a deep breath as she tried to hurry her pace.
Officer Letov grabbed the medieval looking iron doorknocker and pounded it against the darkly stained wood. A moment later, the door opened and they were greeted by a tall man in a butler's uniform.
The butler exchanged some words in Vulmonian with the two officers. The manservant then turned his attention to the young woman, who stood hunched on the doorstep, wearing not a single stitch of clothing. Using her hands, she tried her best to cover her breasts and her crotch. As he looked her exposed figure up and down, he seemed amused, but not surprised. Clearly Judge Thorsky had informed him of Olivia's imminent arrival.
In a thick Eastern European accent, he said, "The judge is expecting you. Please, come in." The tall man stepped aside and ushered the trio into Judge Thorsky's abode.
He led them down a large wide hallway with high ceilings. They turned right and continued down a slightly more narrow corridor. When they arrived at a heavy looking oak door, the butler swiftly knocked. They could hear Judge Thorsky's voice call out from the other side. The butler opened the door and led them into what looked like a home office.
Judge Thorsky was seated behind an antique looking desk. In his left hand, he cradled a small glass containing a clear liquid. He gestured for the policemen to approach his desk.
He spoke to the officers in Vulmonian. It seemed to Olivia that he was thanking them, probably for escorting her to her current location. The two policemen nodded and appeared to reply modestly. Then a few jokes seemed to be exchanged. The men were soon all laughing and speaking to one another in a lighthearted manner.
Olivia had no idea what was being said. All she did know was that she was standing in front of four older men and had no clothes on. And she had no idea what was going to happen to her. Judge Thorsky had not even acknowledged her presence yet.
The judge turned to his domestic servant and seemed to issue a command. The butler walked over to a small table next to the door and picked up a bottle. He poured some sort of liquor into two glasses and handed them to the police officers. The policemen smiled and nodded and clinked glasses with the judge. Then the three men drained their glasses.
Judge Thorsky seemed to offer them more of the translucent libation. However, Officer Letov held up his hand and shook his head, appearing to politely decline. A few more words passed between the judge and the officers. Then Officer Amelin placed the end of the clit leash down on the judge's desk. The policemen seemed to bid Judge Thorsky good-night as they headed toward the door.
They did not speak one work to Olivia. It was like they did not see her. It was as if she did not exist. They chatted and joked with each other as the butler led them out of the office and back down the corridor.
Judge Thorsky set his glass down and picked up the end of the leash. He gave the chain a firm pull. Olivia squeaked as she stumble toward his desk. The judge watched in amusement as Olivia clumsily approach.
"Miss Williams, stand up straight," he ordered. "And put your arms down at your sides."
Olivia reluctantly removed he hands from her intimate areas. She tried to straighten her posture, but was hesitant to do so, since it involved her sticking out her ample bust. However, seeing as how she had no choice, she pulled her shoulders back and stood at attention.
Judge Thorsky leaned back in his chair and carefully studied her. "It looks like you've lost a little weight over the last few days," the judge said sounding mildly impressed. "You're no longer eating all of that greasy American food. See what happens when you eat a proper Vulmonian diet? Just imagine how slim you'll be after a few more months here in Vulmonia?"
Olivia felt faint at the idea of being forced to spend any more time in the former Soviet nation. All she wanted was to go home.
"Now that you're under my custody, I plan on putting you on a strict diet. And every morning I'm going to have you perform a rigorous exercise regime. Before you know it, you'll be as fit as a Vulmonian fiddle. Your family and friends back home in America won't recognize you," Judge Thorsky declared.
It was bad enough that the judge had forced Olivia to come live with him. But now he was insulting her by implying that she was not in shape. And he was threatening her with a difficult workout program. At least Luke had not forced her to exercise.
"Just out of curiosity, what would you say your fitness level is like now?" Judge Thorsky seriously inquired.
Olivia was not sure how to reply. "Um ... I don't know ..."
"Well, let's see you do thirty jumping-jacks," he casually suggested.
"What?" Olivia balked. "Now?"
"Yes, now. I don't see what not," Judge Thorsky shrugged. "So let's go! Thirty jumping-jacks. Now," he commanded.
Olivia did not move a muscle. She just stood there and stared dumbly at the judge.
