Dr. Brovachik was not wrong about the train station. It was not a terribly big building. And it was essentially just one big room. Olivia did not think it would take her any time at all to spot Major Ivanov. And she knew exactly what he looked like. How could she forget, after what he had done to her at Vizianti military base? However, as she scanned the large open room, she did not see him. Where could he possibly be?
"Olivia? Is that you?"
Olivia thought she felt her heart stop. With a feeling of foreboding, she very slowly turned around.
"Mr. Fedorov! H ... h ... hello. Um ... how are you this morning?" Olivia tried her best to sound casual. But deep down inside, she was panicking. It turned out that the hat and sunglasses were not so effective as a disguise.
"I'm very well," replied Judge Thorsky's older neighbor. "I'm very sorry that I missed watching your daily workout this morning!"
Olivia was not sorry. She was relieved that Mr. Fedorov had missed the humiliating events, which had taken place that morning out in Judge Thorsky's backyard.
"Watching that luscious naked body of yours is always one of the highlights of my day," he smiled as he dropped his gaze down to her bust. "But unfortunately I was busy packing for my trip. This morning I'm heading to the south. I'm going to go back to my hometown, Lazan, to visit my brother and cousins. You remember Oleg, Nofel and Pavel, don't you?" he grinned at her.
Olivia cringed. She did not enjoy being reminded of her interactions with Mr. Fedorov and his male family members. "Yes, of course I remember them," she flatly replied.
"Well you know, at my age, it's important to spend more time with family. So the four of us are going to have a bit of male bonding time and go fishing on Lake Norkino. Right now is the perfect season for catching Vulmonian freshwater bass."
"Oh, that'll be nice." Olivia did not know what else to say.
"And then we'll visit some of the local distilleries. There's nothing quite like drinking traditionally fermented Lazan vodka. Did you know that they use a special species of potato that is only native to Vulmonia? That's why Lazan vodka has such a distinctive flavor. Truly, no other vodka even comes close to the quality of Lazan vodka."
"Oh, right. Well, I'm sure you'll enjoy that," she absentmindedly answered. Olivia was not at all interested in anything that Mr. Fedorov had to say. In fact, the entire time she was speaking with him, she was surreptitiously looking around the station trying to locate Major Ivanov.
"I would offer to bring you back a bottle as a souvenir. But of course," he chuckled, "no vodka for you, young lady. Not for the next several months. Not until you give birth to that little bundle of joy." Mr. Fedorov laughed as he reached down at gave Olivia a friendly pat on her belly.
Olivia immediately recoiled and took a big step back. She did not like being touched by the older man. But even more importantly, she did not want him discovering that she was not wearing the chastity belt.
"Of course," she said quickly. "I would never do anything to harm Judge Thorsky's baby." She brought her hands down to her stomach and protectively held them there. Olivia was not really far enough along in her pregnancy to have anything resembling a "baby bump." But she just wanted Mr. Fedorov to keep his hands off of her body. Especially around her waist and tummy, where the chastity belt would have been, had she been wearing it.
"Speaking of the judge, is Isaak here with you?" Mr. Fedorov asked, looking around. "Are the two of you traveling somewhere together?"
"Uh ... no. He's ... at work." Olivia gulped.
"So, you're here alone? What are you even going here?" Mr. Fedorov looked confused.
Olivia frantically looked around. She still did not see Marjor Ivanov. But she did see a sign hanging over a counter, being manned by a woman wearing a station uniform. The sign was printed in Vulmonian. But it had also been translated into English: Package Delivery. Pickup and Drop Off.
"I ... uh ... I'm here to ... um ... pick up a package for His Honor," Olivia lied.
"How'd you get here?" the neighbor inquired.
"Bogdan drove." She really wished that he would stop asking her questions and just go catch his train to Lazan.
"Funny, I didn't see his car parked out in front of the station when I arrived."
"Uh ... yeah ... er ... he parked a few blocks away. He ... um ... had to make a phone call. And the cell reception was better ... a couple of streets over." Olivia knew that she did not sound convincing at all.
Mr. Fedorov narrowed his eyes as he stared down at the American girl. "Olivia, what are you really doing here? Does Isaak even know that you're here?"
"Of course he knows!" Olivia said quickly. "I mean, I'm wearing the chastity belt after all. It has the GPS tracker. Judge Thorsky knows my every move!" Olivia prayed that Mr. Fedorov would believe her and not ask to actually see the chastity belt.
"Oh, right," he replied. "That chastity belt's GPS. Of course he knows where you are."
Olivia nodded emphatically, hoping that the nosy neighbor had bought her story.
"So I guess there's no chance that I could possibly whisk you away from Nulmara and take you with me to Lazan for the weekend?" he winked at her. "I know that my brother and cousins would love to see you again!"
"I'm afraid not," Olivia said with feigned disappointment. "Not unless you have a copy of the key." She pointed just below her navel, indicating the spot where the lock would have been, had she not taken off from the chastity belt.
"Mmm..." Mr. Fedorov let out a low growl. "I wish a had a copy of that key. It's a shame that Isaak always keeps you locked up in that thing. But at least we found a way to work around it. We still managed to have a bit of secret fun, didn't we?"
"Yeah, I guess." Olivia recalled the incident from a few weeks ago. Mr. Fedorov had blackmailed her into sexually servicing himself, his brother and their cousins. Because she had been wearing the chastity belt, they had resorted to using her mouth and ass. Olivia shuddered at the traumatic memory.
"Isaak said that as soon as you give birth to a boy, he'll hold an auction to determine which man will breed you next."
This information came as no surprise to Olivia. In fact, Judge Thorsky had introduced her to three of the potential bidders that very morning - Rivda, Mardo and Shura.
"You can be sure that I'll be putting in an offer," Mr. Fedorov told her as he looked her body up and down.
"Oh? I didn't know that you even wanted to have a baby." Olivia struggled to hide her disgust. It was already bad enough that she was pregnant with Judge Thorsky's child. The idea of the lecherous old neighbor trying to impregnate her made Olivia feel sick.
"A baby!" Mr. Fedorov laughed loudly. "I don't want a baby, you silly girl!" he guffawed. "Don't be ridiculous. I just want you to come live with me for a few weeks. After watching you exercise nude every morning and after feeling that wet cunt of yours, I won't be happy until I finally get to fuck you in your young tight pussy!"
"Oh. I see." Olivia tried to keep her voice neutral. She did not want to cause a scene in the middle of the train station. But what she really wanted to do was to slap the dirty old man right across his face.
"Of course, I'll tire of you eventually. And when that happens, I'll hold an auction and sell you off to the highest bidder. Just like what Isaak is going to do after you give birth to his son," he stated simply and casually.
"Oh right," Olivia said through clenched teeth. She tried her best not to glare at him. "Well, you have a train to catch. And I have a trai... I mean ... I have a package to pick up. I'm sure Bogdan's wondering where I am. He doesn't like it when I keep him waiting."
"My dear, don't you worry about the butler. He's just a servant. He doesn't matter. He can wait," Mr. Fedorov said dismissively.
"Well, it's just that Judge Thorsky has given us a bunch of chores to do around the house. So I'd better get the package and get going."
"Alright then. I guess I'll see you when I get back from Lazan. I look forward to seeing more of your naked workouts. It's great motivation for getting me out of bed bright and early. I never used to be an early riser before you moved next door. But as soon as you began your daily nude exercise regime, I started setting my alarm for six o'clock every morning. Even on my days off!" he informed her.
"Oh ... uh ... yeah ... well ... see you when you get back. Have a good trip ... I guess." Olivia was desperate to get away from the creepy older gentleman.
"I'm sure I will," he said confidently. "And I'll be sure to tell Oleg, Pavel and Nofel that you said hello!" he added.
"Great. Thanks," Olivia replied, trying not to sneer. "Safe travels?" She then swiftly made her way over to the package delivery counter. She hoped that Mr. Fedorov would leave the station building to go stand on one of the train platforms outside. She did not want him to see what she was really doing. As she looked over her shoulder, she saw the neighbor heading over to a vendor selling coffee on the other side of the room. He could still see her. But at least he had not followed her.
Olivia walked past the package counter and continued walking until she spotted an officer wearing a Vulmonian military uniform. Olivia remembered what Dr. Brovachik had said about not speaking with anyone else. He had given her strict instructions to find Major Ivanov and then go straight to the train platform. But Major Ivanov was nowhere to be found.
Nervously, Olivia approached the young man in the army uniform. "Um, excuse me. But do you speak English?" she asked is a slightly shaky voice.
"Yes," he replied. "Can I help you?"
"I'm looking for Major Ivanov. Do you know where I could find him?"
"Major Ivanov?" The young man furrowed his brow. "Major Ivanov doesn't work here."
"I know that he's not normally here. But I thought he was going to be here today. I need to speak with him."
"Why would Major Ivanov be here today?" The young officer sounded confused.
"I ... I ... I don't know. But that's just what I was told." Had Dr. Brovachik made a mistake? Had he accidentally told Major Ivanov the wrong day?
"Who told you that?" the soldier pointedly asked.
"Um ... a mutual friend."
"Does this mutual friend have a name?"
Olivia did not know if it was safe to mention the doctor's name. But she had no idea what else to say. So she honestly answered, "Dr. Brovachik."
"And why would this 'Dr. Brovachik' know about Major Ivanov's whereabouts?"
"Because ... they're ... friends?" Olivia felt like she might faint or throw up. Why was the major not there?
"I'm sorry, but why exactly do you need to speak with Major Ivanov?"
