The next morning Olivia stumbled up the stairs and into the kitchen. Her throat was sore and her rectum felt as though it was on fire. Judge Thorsky had never been gentle with her before. But the previous night, he took his sadistic tendencies to a whole other level.
She saw Bogdan standing at the counter. He was putting the finishing touches on Judge Thorsky's breakfast. As Olivia looked at the sumptuous morning meal, she noticed something rather unusual. "Why are you making four plates of food?"
The butler did not reply as he opened the cupboard above the sink and took out four coffee mugs.
"Bogdan? Hello? Good morning? Can you hear me?"
Bogdan continued to work in silence as he placed a slice of cantaloupe on each of the four dishes.
"Bogdan!" Olivia grabbed his shoulder as she tried to get a good look at his face. "Bogdan, say something!"
"Olivia, stop it!" he said as he tried to pull away. "The judge has forbidden me from speaking with you. If he catches us talking, we'll be in even deeper trouble than we already are."
Olivia let go of Bogdan's shoulder and stepped back. "So that's the way it's going to be?" she asked in an urgent whisper. "From now on, you're just going to follow Judge Thorsky's orders?"
Bodgan turned away from her. He said nothing as he grabbed the pot out of the coffee maker. He poured the steaming brown liquid into an expensive looking silver spouted vessel. He placed it on a try with the four mugs and four tall tumblers filled with ice water. He carefully picked up the tray, making sure to hold it level. He slowly walked over to the door leading out onto the patio, trying his best to keep everything balanced. Without acknowledging her again, he exited the kitchen.
Olivia clasped her hands together anxiously as she tried to think. Bogdan's behavior did not inspire her with confidence. If he was intent on obeying Judge Thorsky, then he probably would not steal the key for the chastity belt. Nor would he be willing to break it or cut it off of her. How on earth could she manage to sneak out of the country that morning if she had a GPS tracker locked around her waist? Maybe she could ask Dr. Brovachik to remove the chastity belt with some sort of tool.
Bogdan reentered the kitchen and put the four plates of food onto a larger tray. "Who are the extra breakfasts for?" Olivia asked nervously. Silently, Bogdan made his way back out onto the patio. Olivia gulped. It appeared that Judge Thorsky had guests. Mr. Fedorov and his kin perhaps? Olivia did not care to find out. But unfortunately, her morning exercise was not optional. Bracing herself for what she might encounter, she apprehensively walked out into the backyard.
Judge Thorsky was seated at the patio table along with three other men. One of the gentlemen was bald with a long grey beard. He appeared to be in his late sixties. Another of the men looked to be around forty. He was clean shaven with jet back hair. And the third man, who was most likely in his early fifties, had brown hair and a mustache. Olivia did not recognize any of them.
"Speak of the devil, there she is now!" The judge sounded strangely upbeat, considering how angry he had been the night before. "Gentlemen, this is my breeding slut. She's from America. And she's approximately one month pregnant with my child."
The three men turned to look at her. They all smiled as they took in the sight of her nearly naked body. Their eyes lingered on her heavy swollen breasts and voluptuous hips.
"Come here," Judge Thorsky gestured. "Come here, slut."
Olivia began to take a step forward. But then she balked. She stood motionless as she stared at the judge. Slut?
It was true that Judge Thorsky did call Olivia all sorts of demeaning and degrading pejoratives, including "slut." However, when addressing her or referring to her, he usually called her "Miss Williams." Never before had he used "slut" as her name.
"What's wrong with you, slut? Are you deaf? I said to come here!" Judge Thorsky repeated his instructions more harshly.
With trepidation, Olivia walked over and stood a few inches from where the judge was seated.
"Gentlemen, I can assure you that my breeding slut is usually much more quick to comply. She's just having a bit of a difficult morning. I'm afraid I had to get a little rough with her last night. Isn't that right, slut? Is your bottom still hurting this morning, slut?" he sarcastically asked. He reached behind her and began rubbing her bum cheeks with mock affection.
"What did you do to her last night?" the mustached man asked. "Spank her? Paddle her?"
"Did you flog her?" asked the man with black hair.
"Did you give her a good old fashioned caning?" the bald man with the beard guessed.
"No, no, nothing like that," said the judge. "Last night I caught my breeding slut behaving like ... well ... like a slut. Like a needy cock hungry little slut," he informed the other men. "She'd gotten my butler to finger her in her asshole."
"Dirty girl!" scolded the bald man with the long grey beard.
"And she was trying to convince him to fuck her in her ass!" Judge Thorsky told his breakfast companions. "Can you believe that?"
"What a whore!" the dark haired man declared as he sipped his coffee.
"Now we see why you call her 'slut,'" said the mustached man as he unfolded his napkin.
"Indeed," Judge Thorsky said. "So last night, I figured that I'd better give her asshole a good seeing-to. Isn't that right, slut? Last night was I too hard on your backside? Or did you enjoy it when I stuffed those big giant dildos into your bum?"
Olivia did not respond as she stared down at the patio stones.
"Look! She's too embarrassed to answer. I think she may have enjoyed it," the bald bearded man suggestively teased. "She's blushing. Look at how red her face is getting. I think she liked it!"
As Olivia was forced to listen to the four men heartily laugh at her expense, she glanced around the yard. She noticed a couple of things were different. First of all, Mr. Fedorov was not out in his back garden. Not that Olivia cared. Having Mr. Fedorov witness her nude workouts in the morning was beyond humiliating. So she was relieved not see him outside, leaning on the fence, leering at her as usual. But it was still odd that he was not in his backyard.
Another thing that seemed strange was that there were rectangular white arches set up all over Judge Thorsky's back lawn. They were about waist height and appeared to resemble hurdles.
Suddenly Olivia was reminded of something. She had first met Judge Thorsky in the courtroom, when he was presiding over her public nudity hearing. After listening to the details of her case, he had decided to force Olivia to run an obstacle course. He had made sure that the bleachers were full of spectators. A couple of local news crews had even filmed her and put her athletic performance on Vulmonian television. And Judge Thorsky had given her nothing more than a string bikini to wear. An extremely skimpy thong bikini.
The first part of the course had consisted of jumping over and crawling under hurdles. The only thing that supported her breasts had been the tiny ill-fitting bikini top. The thin flimsy scrap of cloth had done nothing to prevent the jiggling of her buxom breasts. As she ran and jumped over the hurdles, the bouncing of her big boobs had been both embarrassing and uncomfortable. And that had been several weeks ago, before Olivia was expecting. But now that she was pregnant, performing a feat like that would be extremely difficult. With the changes in her hormones, her breasts were bigger than ever. Not to mention the fact that they were much more sensitive and tender. Surely Judge Thorsky would not require her to jump over hurdles for her morning exercise, would he?
Olivia could see something else set up on the lawn. It appeared that a net was spread out horizontally a couple of feet up off of the grass. The net was held up by long thin white pegs that had been driven into the ground. Through the holes in the net, Olivia could see that the grass underneath had been dug up from that section of the lawn. In lieu of the green sod was slimy looking dark mud. It took Olivia a moment, but she soon realized what would be expected to do. Oh my god, she thought to herself. The judge was going to make her crawl under the net, face down in that dirty dank muck. She prayed that she was wrong.
Sitting a few feet from the net were several a buckets of water. Most likely, those would be dumped on her to get the mud off. Olivia grimaced.
And, as if all of that had not been bad enough, sitting behind the net and the hurdles near the back end of the yard was a small single person trampoline. This has to be a joke, Olivia thought. There was no way she could bounce up and down on a trampoline with her breasts being so big and full. Olivia began to sweat. She was not looking forward to her workout. She hoped against hope that the paraphernalia spread out across the back lawn had nothing to do with her mandatory exercise.
"So Isaak, what exactly is slut wearing around her waist and pussy?" the man with the mustache asked. He leaned forward and quizzically stared at Olivia's crotch.
"Ah, good question, Rivda. Well," the judge began as he poured some cream into his coffee, "I'm afraid that we've had some problems trying to control slut's libido. The silly girl is just so horny all of the time."
"It's what American girls are known for." The black haired man looked at Olivia as he chewed on a strip of bacon. He raised an eyebrow and wiggled it suggestively.
"They're some of the randiest girls in the world," agreed the bearded bald man.
"So, to prevent her from giving into some of her more promiscuous predilections, I had slut fitted with a state of the art chastity belt. She's been wearing it for just a little over five weeks. Isn't that right, slut?"
Olivia took in a deep breath as she tried not to scream. "Yes, Your Honor." Her voice was low, but shaking with suppressed rage.
