"Judge Thorsky wants you to come upstairs for breakfast." Olivia's eyes fluttered open. She was greeted by the sight of the tall butler looming over her.
Her entire body felt stiff and she could not feel her feet. The butler leaned over and began to unfasten the wrist and ankle cuffs. Olivia heaved a huge sigh of relief at finally being able to put her legs down. She started to feel a pins and needles sensation in her toes as the blood slowly returned to her feet.
"Follow me," the butler said as he headed toward the stairs.
Olivia climbed off of the bed, took one step and stumbled. She had not yet fully regained the circulation in her lower extremities.
"Wait!" she called out. "My feet are still asleep."
"Judge Thorsky does not like to be kept waiting," the manservant said in his thick Eastern European accent. As he spoke, he did not even bother turning around to look at her. He simply continued to ascend the stairs. Olivia staggered, trying to keep up with him.
He led her down a hallway toward the back of the house. They walked through a spacious kitchen. Then the butler opened a sliding glass door and help it open.
"The judge is out on the patio eating his breakfast. He wants you to join him." The butler motioned for her to pass through the door and step outside.
"But I'm not wearing anything," Olivia pointed out.
The butler's facial expression remained neutral. He merely shrugged. Irritated, Olivia sighed and walked out of the house through the back door.
Covering herself with her hands, she looked around. The backyard was surrounded by low fences and short shrubs. There was absolutely nothing to block the view from the prying eyes of neighbors. However, none of the neighbors seemed to be out. So she tentatively made her way across the patio toward the table where the judge was enjoying his breakfast.
"Miss Williams," he greeted her. "How did you sleep?"
"Fine," Olivia lied. She did not see any point in giving an honest answer.
"That's good to hear. Impregnation will be much easier to achieve if you're strong and healthy. I want you to get a good night's sleep every night," Judge Thorsky said. "Now speaking of health, remember what I told you last night? About how important exercise is?"
Olivia did not like what the judge was saying.
"There's nothing like some good vigorous exercise to start the day. It wakes you up and gets your blood pumping and your juices flowing. So let's begin with some running on the spot," he said as he picked up his mug and took a sip of his coffee.
He could not be serious, Olivia thought to herself. Start exercising now? Outside? With no clothes?
"Your Honor, please. I need to put some clothes on," Olivia said timidly.
"Clothes?" the judge scoffed. "Whatever for? You're exercising. You're going to be getting all sweaty. What's the point of putting on a clean outfit if you're only going to perspire in it? That makes no sense. It's better to work out in the buff. Then you can just jump into the shower right after," he reasoned. "So, running in place. Let's begin!"
Olivia glanced around once more, to make sure that none of the neighbors were outside in their yards. Then she began to half-heartedly jog in place on the patio in front of the judge.
"That's how you jog? No wonder you Americans are so out of shape! Come on, faster!" Judge Thorsky instructed.
Olivia picked up the pace. She cringed as she felt her breasts beginning to shake.
The judge picked up a slice of toast off of his plate. "Get those knees up. Higher! HIGHER!" he barked and then took a bite out of his toast.
Olivia's jiggling jugs began to feel uncomfortable as they swung from side to side. She grabbed her breasts and cupped them with her hands, so they were at least somewhat supported.
"Hands off of your tits," Judge Thorsky ordered. "Pump your arms at your sides. That will give you a better workout."
As Olivia complied with the judge's directions, she could feel her bust wildly wobble. Judge Thorsky grinned as he leaned back in his chair. He took a bite of his scrambled eggs as he watched Olivia's undulating udders.
"Okay. Not bad, Miss Williams. Not great, but not too bad. Now let's see some star jumps."
Olivia rolled her eyes. She did not want to perform the exercise, but she dared not disobey. As she began to perform the wide legged jumps, it was obvious that Judge Thorsky was not really interested in her improving her fitness level. The workout was clearly designed so that he could watch her bouncing breasts.
After completing twenty star jumps, Judge Thorsky then said, "Stand with your feet a little wider than hip width apart." He poured himself another cup of coffee as he instructed, "Point your toes outward. That's it. Now let's see twenty-five deep knee bends."
Oh god, Olivia thought. Not only did he want to see her tits jiggle. He also wanted to see her open her legs and expose her naked crotch. She could not bring herself to look at him as she performed the action.
"You can get deeper than that," Judge Thorsky criticized. "Come on, stick out that big ass of yours. Bend your legs and get right down!"
Even though it was quite early in the morning, the hot summer sun beat down on the young girl performing nude callisthenics. Olivia wiped the perspiration from her brow as she squatted down again and again. Her thighs opened wider as she bent her knees and brought her ass toward the ground.
"See how sweaty you are?" Judge Thorsky said. "Aren't you glad you didn't bother getting dressed? You don't need to stink up some clean clothes. Besides, doesn't it feel good to exercise in your birthday suit?"
Suddenly a deep male voice called out in Vulmonian from across the yard. Olivia immediately tried to cover herself with her hands. She turned her head to the left see who had spoken.
Standing in the yard next door was a man in his fifties with salt and pepper hair. He leaned forward on the fence as he peered into Judge Thorsky's yard.
"I never gave you permission to stop," Judge Thorsky snapped. "Keep squatting."
Red faced, Olivia resumed the deep knee bends. Judge Thorsky watched her for a few more moments. He then stood up and walked over to chat with his neighbor. The two men spoke in Vulmonian for a bit. Then the neighbor addressed Olivia. "Hey, you're that girl from the news, aren't you?"
