"Well, don't just lie there," said Judge Thorsky sternly. He loomed over Olivia as she lay panting on the floor. "The demonstration's over. Get back to work!" He nudged her in her right buttock with his foot.
Olivia propped herself up on her elbows and sat up. Her head was spinning. Not only was she coming down from a very powerful and very public orgasm. But she could not stop thinking about what Dr. Sokolov had just said. About the chastity belt's GPS tracking device. How on earth was she ever going to escape from Vulmonia when Judge Thorsky would know her location at any given time? If she tried to go to the train station, he would know exactly where she was headed. And no doubt put a stop to it.
She stood up on shaky legs. Bogdan came over and handed her a platter of fresh appetizers. He looked down at the metallic device which sat on her hips and covered her groin. He then looked at her with an expression, which was upset yet sympathetic. Olivia took the tray of hor'dourves from him and began to walk around the room. She sheepishly looked down at the floor as she half-heartedly offered the guests the various treats. She did not want to make eye contact with anyone. Not after they had all witnessed her humiliating forced climax.
She walked back into the kitchen to get another tray of new appetizers. And also just to have a quiet moment alone. She was still reeling from the fact that she now had to figure out a way to get the chastity belt off if she was ever going to see home in America again.
As she stared out the kitchen window, trying not to panic, she heard someone else walk into the kitchen. She quickly pivoted to see who it was.
"I'm so sorry about what he's done to you," Bogdan said as he placed a hand on her shoulder. "It isn't right." He shook his head as he looked at her with pity.
"How can you work for such a monster?" Olivia almost exclaimed. But then she remembered that she had better keep her voice down.
"I have no choice. Vulmonia's a poor country. There aren't many job opportunities. My family has no money. My mother is sick. I can't just quit. And besides, if I did quit, you'd be stuck here with the judge all by yourself," he pointed out.
"I know! I know!" she hissed. "It's just that ... it's just ... I can't ..." She grabbed the front of the belt where it fastened together. She tried with all of her might to pry it apart. "What am I going to do?!"
"Calm down! We'll figure something out," Bogdan whispered. "But for now, we need to go along with what the judge wants."
"You mean you'll help me?" Olivia looked up at him hopefully. "You'll help me get this thing off?"
"Well, yeah ... maybe. But not right now."
Olivia shot him an angry look of frustration.
"Listen, we can't break it. Because then the judge will know and you'll be in even bigger trouble," he reasoned. "But maybe ... just maybe ... if I can get a hold of the key - perhaps while the judge is sleeping - I might be able to make copy," he said thinking out loud.
"Please, you have to!" Olivia urged desperately.
"Okay, I'll try my best to think of something. But for now, we'd better get back out there." Bogdan grabbed a tray of cocktails and Olivia picked up a platter of colorful snacks.
As they reentered the living room, Olivia's eyebrows shot up her forehead and her eyes widened. In the center of the room, two of the nude escorts were surrounded by a circle of men. One of the them, a brunette, was laying on the floor with her legs spread wide open. The other escort, a redhead, was laying on her stomach with her face firmly planted in the brunette's crotch. The redhead slid her tongue all over the other girl's nether regions. The dark haired young woman, closed her eyes, tilted her head back and amorously moaned. The men who were watching smiled lecherously and made salacious sounding remarks in Vulmonian.
Sitting on an armchair in a corner of the room was a young blond. Both of her legs were slung over the armrests. With her thighs wide apart, her fingers vigorously rubbed her clitoris. A man who looked to be in his fifties was crouched down next to her. He was thrusting a bright pink rubber dildo in and out of her moist hole as she arched her back and cried out.
Over on the sofa, both Judge Thorsky and Dr. Sokolov sat a few feet apart from each other. Two naked prostitutes strutted over, knelt in front of them and unbuckled their belts. As they did this, the judge and the physician both unzipped their pants and took out their erections. The sex workers wasted no time treating the gentlemen to the pleasures of their wet warm mouths.
As Olivia looked around the room, it seemed that all of the guests were either watching or engaging in some sort of explicit sexual activity.
"Looks like we don't have to do too much right now," said Bogdan as he set down the tray of beverages on a table.
"Do we have to stay here?" Olivia asked as she looked around the room in disgust.
"We can't leave without the judge's permission," Bogdan reminded her.
"Miss Williams," Judge Thorsky called out.
Olivia looked over at her "guardian" as he was being orally pleasured. He placed his hands on the back of the escort's head and forcefully pulled her face closer to his groin until her nose was touching his pelvis. The girl began gagging as she grabbed the judge's inner thighs. He tightened up his grip on her head and even laced his fingers through her hair. He relentlessly shoved his hard phallus down her throat. Olivia watched, horrified, as Judge Thorsky had is way with the young lady, who was struggling for air, down on her knees.
Judge Thorsky pointed across the room over at the man who Olivia had spoken to earlier. The man who had slipped his business card into her apron. The same man who had seen her perform the day before at Lomar's strip club. "Piter wants to know what it feels like to have those big American jugs around his stiff cock. Lie down on your back. Piter's going to titty-fuck you," the judge informed her.
Olivia nervously gulped. She did not like the idea of having her breasts used. She did not like the idea of having any part of her body used. But, all things considered, using her bust to pleasure a man was not the worst case scenario, she thought with a small degree of relief.
"And after you're done taking care of Piter," the judge continued, "Maksim wants a blow job." Judge Thorsky gestured toward a man with blond hair and a greying beard.
Olivia subtly shuddered. She did not want to give another blowjob to another random stranger.
"And after you've finished with that, Mr. Uday," he said looking at the bald bespectacled engineer, "wants to use you anally."
"But ... but ... but how?" Olivia stuttered. "I'm wearing a chastity belt!"