"What time do you think Judge Thorsky will arrive home?" Olivia asked as she nervously glanced over at the clock on the mantle in the spacious living room.
"Hard to say," Bogdan replied as he pulled the curtain aside and peered out the window. "Since the judge is hosting a party tonight, he'll probably get home early to make sure everything's ready."
Olivia apprehensively clasped her hands together and intertwined her her fingers. She was extremely anxious. She still did not know what to expect for that evening. Would Judge Thorsky expect her to attend the party? Would he put her to work in the kitchen? Would he lock her in the basement? She had no idea.
"That's his car," Bogdan said as he pulled the curtain back over the window. "You have to get undressed. Now!"
The two of them dashed back into the kitchen. The table and counters were covered in trays of glasses and platters of hors d'oeuvres. Olivia quickly pulled off the green dress and handed it to Bogdan. The butler promptly shoved it into the cupboard. She then reached behind her to undo her bra. But her fingers were shaking so badly, she could not undo the clasp.
"Here, let me get that for you," said Bogdan. He swiftly stepped behind her and unhooked her brassiere.
"Thanks!" Olivia said as she pulled it down her arms and handed it to him.
"Sure, no problem. Now take off your panties!" he urged.
Olivia knew she should no longer feel embarrassed about being naked in front of Bogdan. Especially considering what had taken place between the tow of them that morning. But she still could not help but blush as she pulled down her underwear and handed it to him. He tossed the undergarments on top of the green dress in the cupboard and shut the door. Then the two of them made their way out of the kitchen and into the hallway to greet Judge Thorsky.
As the door opened, the judge grunted a disinterested greeting at both of them in Vulmonian and then shoved a shopping bag at Olivia. "Here," he barked. "Go put this on."
"Yes, Your Honor," Olivia replied as she made her way downstairs, shopping bag in hand. So it did seem as though Judge Thorsky was going to make Olivia attend his party after all. But at least he had given her something to wear so that she would not be completely naked. Olivia set the bag down of the bed, reached in and pulled out the contents.
She should not have been surprised. But she grimaced all the same. There was a black satin corset. A pair of patent leather high heels. Black stockings. A very small, short white frilly apron. And a white lacy maid's cap. The cap was really more of a hair accessory than a hat. It was obviously more for decoration than it was functional. As was the minuscule apron.
Olivia looked into the shopping bag to make sure she had not missed anything. There was no dress. No bra. No panties. While it was true that certain parts of her body would be covered, her breasts, bottom and crotch would all be completely exposed.
Why, Olivia thought to herself. Why did Judge Thorsky insist on doing this to her? As she put on the different pieces, she seethed when she thought about what a hypocrite the judge was. He had convicted her of public nudity. But now he was throwing a party where he was going to put her most private body parts on display.
The corset was the second to last thing she put on. It sat just under her bust and had a series of hooks down the front. She was not sure that she was going to be able to get it on at first. She had to really suck in her stomach and pull the two sides together in front of her. But eventually, after a few tries, she did finally manage to close and fasten the garment. It was extremely tight. Uncomfortably tight.
She then walked into the bathroom. When she looked in the mirror, she almost bust out crying. This was worse than the outfit she had worn at Lomar's strip club. Her breasts were free and loose above the corset. Her bald pussy was clearly visible under the mini apron. As she clipped the maid's cap into her hair at the top of her head, she looked both obscene and comical, all at once. She could not believe that Judge Thorsky was doing this to her.
"Olivia," Bogdan called down the stairs. "Judge Thorsky wants to know if you're ready yet. He wants to inspect your uniform to make sure you look presentable."
Olivia tried to ignore the lump in her throat and the tears welling up in her eyes. "Uh ... um ... be right there," Olivia weakly called back.
Just get through this, she told herself. At this very moment, Dr. Brovachik was planning her escape. Once her fake passport was purchased and her train and plane tickets were booked, she would be out of Vulmonia forever. But for now, she needed to play along and obey the judge.
Olivia ascended the stairs and walked into the kitchen. Judge Thorsky and Bogdan were both discussing something in Vulmonian. As she entered the room, both men stopped speaking as they turned and looked at her.
Judge Thorsky let out a long low whistle. "Miss Williams, look at you," he grinned. "Look at how tiny your waist is! I figured that I'd better dress you in something tight and sexy now. After I plant a baby in your belly, you won't be able to wear things like that anymore."
Olivia bristled at the idea of being heavily pregnant with the judge's child. If she did not get out of Vulmonia soon, she would end up in the later stages of pregnancy with a large distended stomach. And after that ... Olivia could not even bring herself to think about what would happen after that.
Bogdan, embarrassed, quickly looked away from Olivia in her vulgar costume. He then looked back at her face and met her gaze. He furrowed his brow in a rather pained expression. Olivia, looking him in the eye, subtly nodded at him, acknowledging his sympathy.
"Doesn't she look ravishing?" Judge Thorsky enthused as he elbowed Bogdan in the ribs.
"Yes, Your Honor," Bogdan replied through clenched teeth.
"Alright," the judge said, briskly changing the subject. "Tonight, Bogdan will be serving drinks. Miss Williams, you will be responsible for serving food. When the guests arrive, just grab a platter and go around the room. After you've offered those appetizers to everyone, just come back into the kitchen and get a different platter. It's really a very simple task. Even an American girl can handle it," he said as he patted her on her forehead.
"Yes, Your Honor," Olivia said as she tried not to pull a face.
The doorbell rang and Olivia's stomach dropped. What on earth was she in for?
"Looks like our first guests have arrived," the judge smiled.
Bogdan left the kitchen to go answer the door.
"You look nervous, Miss Williams," Judge Thorsky said as he reached out and began stroking her left breast.
"I just ... I mean ... can't I wear something else?" Olivia asked in a whisper.
"I think you look fantastic in this outfit." He placed his hands on her cinched waist as he looked down at her body. "You're my breeding slut. I want to show you off in all of your fertile glory." His hands came down over her hips and then slid back onto her buttocks. He firmly gripped both of her cheeks and squeezed.
Olivia squealed.
Judge Thorsky chuckled, turned around and exited the kitchen. He made his way into the foyer to go greet his guests.
Olivia wondered how long she should wait before going out and serving the guests. As the doorbell kept ringing and more and more guests arrived, Olivia's anxiety grew. Despite being scantily clad, she was sweating. Her heart raced as she inhaled shaky breaths.
"I'm sorry Olivia," Bogdan poked his head into the kitchen. "I know you don't want to. But if you don't come out into the living room soon, the judge is going to get angry."
Olivia squeezed her eyes shut as she let out a heavy exhale. Then she looked up at the butler. "Bogdan, I don't want to be the only naked one out there. It's so mortifying!"
"Yeah, I'd imagine it would be," said Bogdan as he put a comforting arm around her shoulders. "But you might be surprised. Just come out and get it over with. I promise, it won't be so bad." He handed her a platter of hors d'oeuvres.
"What do you mean, I might be surprised?" she suspiciously inquired.
"You'll see." He gently guided her out of the kitchen.
As they approached the entrance to the living room, Olivia stopped in her tracks and just stared. There were about thirty guests. The men looked to be in their forties, fifties or sixties. They donned dark colored suits and all had expensive looking haircuts.
Most of the women, by contrast, looked to be in their twenties. That did not surprise Olivia. Bogdan had told her earlier that the women were all escorts and not the men's wives. The girls all had big hair and wore too much makeup. Pretty much what Olivia had expected from prostitutes. However, what she had not been expecting was that each and every one of them was naked. With the exception of stockings and high heels, the women wore no clothes.
"I don't understand," Olivia whispered to Bogdan. "I thought public nudity was a crime here in Vulmonia."
"They all wore trench coats or some sort of covering when they arrived. But they were required to undress as soon as they stepped in the door," Bogdan explained. "See, so you're not the only one," he said encouragingly.
That did make Olivia feel slightly better. With so many other naked woman to look at, Olivia would not feel so singled out.
"Okay," she said. "I guess maybe this won't be so bad."
Bogdan smiled down at her sympathetically. "Just try to get through it. Alright?"
"Alright," Olivia nodded as she followed him into the living room.
As Olivia made her way toward the guests, they all turned to look at her. Her face went red as she tried to keep her breathing normal.
One of the men turned to Judge Thorsky and said something in Vulmonian.
"Actually," the judge said to the man in English, "I didn't get a maid. This is Olivia Williams. She's from America. And I'm breeding her." He then repeated his statement in Vulmonian so that all of his guests could understand.
"So she's pregnant?" asked a different man.
"Not yet. Or at least, not that I know of. But I can't imagine that her womb will remain empty for long," the judge said as he took a swig of his drink.
"You're planting your seed in her that often?" inquired an older fat gentleman.
"Every night," Judge Thorsky smiled. "And even this morning. Isn't that right, Miss Williams?" the judge winked at Olivia.
The party guests all heartily laughed.
Olivia looked down at the living room floor. "Yes, Your Honor," she mumbled.
