Olivia In Vulmonia Ch 47

The Russian train worker pulled Olivia firmly into the carriage and shut the rear door of the caboose. Fortunately for the naked American girl, the door led into a vestibule of sorts, which was separated from the rest of the train car. So the other passengers riding in the carriage could not see Olivia in her state of undress. It was just Olivia and the man in the blue uniform standing in the small area.

Unable to take his eyes off of her unclad body, he asked, "Why were you being chased by Vulmonian border security officers?"

Olivia tried her best to hide her breasts and crotch behind the large manila envelope. "It was a case of mistaken identity. You know that crazy old man who collapsed on the platform? Well, he kept calling me 'Olivia Williams' for some reason. He claimed that I was American."

The Russian railway employee furrowed his brow. "So, who are you really? And where are you from?"

"My name is Tiffany Tiddles and I'm from Moose Jaw, Manitoba in Canada." Olivia reached into the envelope and pulled out the fake passport. She handed it to the train worker. He opened it up and studied her photo along with all of the fraudulent information, which was printed on the same page.

"And you have a ticket for this train?"

Once again, Olivia opened the gold paper sleeve. She fished out her rail ticket and passed it to the man. He looked at it to make sure that it was indeed for the Moscow express. "Okay. Good," he said in his gruff Russian accent. "But I have to ask, Miss Tiddles, why on earth are you ... naked?"

Olivia heavily sighed. "Vulmonian border security insisted on strip searching me. They put all of my clothes into that plastic bag that I was holding. It took them so long to examine me, I didn't have time to get dressed before I had to run and catch the train."

Olivia decided to omit the part of the story where she had begun masturbating, even after the officers told her to get dressed and board the train. She did not think that that particular bit of information would endear her to the Russian train worker.

"And then, as you saw for yourself, one of boarder security officers grabbed the bag with my clothes. He yanked it away from me as I was getting onto the train. So ... now I have nothing to wear." Olivia hung her head and lowered her gaze as her cheeks turned crimson. Then she looked up at the railway employee. "Please Sir, do you have anything at all that I could possibly use to cover myself? Please, I'm desperate!"

"Wait here," he told he as he quickly opened the door leading into the main part of the train car. Olivia pressed herself up against a wall, trying her best to stay out of view of any passengers who might catch a glimpse of her nude form.

Then he returned a few moments later with a spare uniform and a pair of slippers. "We always keep extra uniforms onboard. And I swiped the slippers from the sleeper car. Here," he said, offering them to her.

"Thank you," Olivia said with sincere gratitude. "Thank you so much!"

"No problem," the Russian rail man shrugged. "Seems like you've been having a rough morning."

Olivia closed her eyes and shook her head. "You have no idea!"

She quickly dressed and then the Russian train worker escorted her to her seat. She received a few odd glances and raised eyebrows from fellow passengers, seeing as how she was clad in an ill fitting rail uniform and slippers. But they were not nearly as strange as the looks she would have gotten had she remained naked.

As Olivia sank into her seat, she rested her head against the window and gazed out at the landscape, which was speeding by. She thought about her pregnancy - the fetus that was growing inside of her. Should she get an abortion? Should she have the baby and give it up for adoption? Should she keep it? Could she do that? Keep and raise Judge Thorsky's baby? What would her parents have to say about that?

Then a thought suddenly occurred to her. What on earth had become of Judge Thorsky? The last time she had seen him - just moments ago - he had been clutching his chest and falling over on the platform back at Nulmara City train station. What if he had had a heart attack? What if he ended up in a hospital bed incapacitated? Or what if he was ... dead? Was it possible? Might she actually be free of her captor ... permanently? If Judge Thorsky died, was it still possible for her to be arrested in Russia and sent back to Vulmonia to have the baby? She hoped not.

Soon she was thinking about Bogdan. Would she ever see him again? Was he going to be alright? Would Judge Thorsky - if he survived - punish his butler for helping Olivia to escape? Could Bogdan be arrested and prosecuted? Olivia decided that when she finally made it back home, she would try to look up the young manservant online and contact him. She was sick with worry, not knowing if he was going to be okay.

Not long after sitting down, the hypnotic rocking of the train caused the anxious thoughts, which racing through her mind, to slow down and eventually cease. Soon she dozed off into a restless slumber.

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Fifteen hours later, Olivia was startled out of her thoughts by an announcement in Russian soon followed by English. "We have now arrived at Moscow Rizhsky railway station. Please make sure you have all of your personal belongings when you exit the train." Olivia looked down at the manila envelope laying across her lap. It was the only possession she owned at that particular moment. And she certainly could not afford to leave it behind on the train.

As she made her way toward the nearest exit, she looked around for the Russian train employee who had lent her the uniform and slippers that she was currently donning. After buying new clothes, should she try to make arrangements to return the borrowed garments? At the very least, she wanted to thank him. However, as she looked around the train car, he was no where in sight.

Olivia walked down the steps and off of the train. She then spotted him down at the other end of the platform. He was handing over larger items of luggage to passengers. As she approached him, he looked at her and smiled. "I trust you had a comfortable journey, Miss Tiddles. Even if it was a bit long."

"Yeah, it was good, thanks," Olivia replied. "Um, what should I do about the uniform I'm wearing. If you could tell me where the nearest clothing store is, I could go quickly buy something to wear and then return this to you." Olivia grasped the lapels of the oversized blue blazer.

"It's okay," the Russian train worker replied holding up his hand and shaking his head. "We have several spare uniforms. And besides, after everything you had to go through in order to catch the train, don't worry about it. Don't even give it a second thought."

"Thank you! That's really kind of you!"

"No problem, Tiffany!" He then returned to his task of returning bags and suitcases to their rightful owners.

Before exiting the rail station, Olivia needed to pass through Russian immigration. She broke out into a cold sweat as the Russian immigration officer scanned her fake passport. Olivia held her breath. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest. Would her faux passport work? Had the Vulmonian border security officers contacted Russian immigration? Had they flagged her passport? Was she about to be arrested by the Russian police. Would she be returned to Vulmonia in shackles? Would she be forced to give birth to a baby that she did not want for a man who may or may not still be alive?

However, without a single word or a smile, the immigration officer handed her back her Canadian passport and waved her through. Olivia was now officially free from the nation of Vulmonia. At least ... for the time being.

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After a forty-five minute cab ride, Olivia arrived at Sheremetyevo International Airport. She was a bit nervous that she might not have enough Russian cash to pay for the taxi ride. But the trip from the train station to the airport only cost her about half of the rubles that Dr. Brovachik had put into the green envelope. Hopefully there would be enough Russian money left over for her to buy some new clothes at a shop in the airport.

She entered the airport and immediately went to check in for her flight. She needed to be on time - she could not afford to miss her plane. Being stranded in Russia would not be nearly as bad as being stuck in Vulmonia. But seeing as how she was pregnant with Judge Thorsky's child, there was always the possibility that she could be apprehended by Russian authorities and extradited back to Vulmonia if her true identity was ever discovered. She really needed to get back home to America as soon as possible.

Olivia walked up to the counter, which was serving passengers who were flying with Aeroflot. She handed over her passport and the printed out copy of her e-ticket. The woman behind the counter looked down at the Canadian passport and then at the Russian train uniform that Olivia was wearing. Confused, she asked, "Do you live here? Do you work for the railway?"

"Oh no," Olivia replied. "I lost my clothes. So an employee on the train gave me his extra uniform."

"How did you lose your clothes?" she asked in disbelief.

"It's a long story." Olivia prayed that the woman would not ask her anymore questions about her missing attire.

The Aeroflot employee simply shrugged and then scanned Olivia's passport. "Hmmm ..." The woman in the orange red uniform stared down at the computer screen with a stern gaze.

Olivia felt her breath catch in her throat. She could feel her heart skip a beat. This was it. She had been found out. Sergeant Melnyk had probably alerted the Russian authorities about her. She would have to make a run for it. But where could she possibly go? How would she get home?

"So Tiffany Tiddles, you're flying into JFK. But you live in Manitoba, Canada. You're not catching a connecting flight to go back home?" the airline worker inquired.

"No," Olivia replied. "I'm going to visit friends in New York for a while before I head back to ... uh ... Moose ... Jaw." She said the words carefully, making sure that she got the name right this time.

"Okay." The woman nodded as she handed Olivia back her passport and the paper copy of her e-ticket. She then printed out Olivia's boarding pass. "Now if you could just place your checked luggage on here." She gestured to the appropriate spot.

"Actually, I don't have any bags to check," Olivia said.

"Oh ... right," the woman said, once again staring at Olivia's drooping baggy blue uniform. "You've already mentioned that you lost all of your clothes ..."

Olivia nodded.

"Well ... security's that way." The woman pointed toward the other end of the terminal. "After that, you can head to gate C 69. Departure time is seven-twenty."

"Thanks." Olivia shoved her passport and the copy of her e-ticket back into the manila envelope along with her boarding pass.

"I hope you have better luck while visiting New York," the Aeroflot worker said, still eyeing Olivia's odd apparel.

"Me too!" Olivia said as she rushed off toward security.

Going through airport security was rather uneventful. Olivia had feared that the Russian airport security officers might try to take some of the same liberties with her body that the Vulmonian soldiers had. But she passed through the metal detectors without setting off any alarms. She definitely received some stares because of her unusual clothing. But other than that, it seemed that she was free to head to her gate. She looked at the time. It was only six-thirty. If she hurried, maybe she could find some shops in the duty free section that sold affordable clothes.

On the second floor, Olivia found a store that carried women's apparel. The prices were significantly more than she wanted to pay. But she did not really have any other options. So she purchased the cheapest items she could find - a loose fitting skirt, a black v-neck sweater and a good supportive bra. Unfortunately, she did not have any rubles left over to buy panties. She would have to sit through the entire flight commando. But she promised herself that when she returned to The United States, she would go to an upscale lingerie boutique and treat herself to some really nice underwear.

She quickly headed to the nearest restroom to change into her new garments. She left the blue railway uniform folded up in a neat pile on the counter next to the sink. Who knew? Maybe someone working in the airport would somehow find a way to return it to the railway company. Olivia slipped her feet back into her slippers and began walking to gate C 69.

As she made her way through the terminal, a tall man, who appeared to be in his late thirties, was staring at her. He had dark hair and just a bit of stubble growing on his well defined jaw line. He seemed to be dressed in a nice suit and was carrying an expensive looking briefcase. He was also walking through the terminal, parallel to Olivia, headed in the same direction.

"Hey, don't I know you from somewhere?" he asked.

"I don't think so." Olivia looked down at the floor, refusing to make eye contact.

It sounded as though the man had an American accent. But was it possible that he was working for the Russian or Vulmonian government? Was he going to arrest her and drag her kicking and screaming back to Vulmonia?

"I swear, I know you from somewhere," he continued. "Have you been on TV or something?"

Olivia's stomach dropped. Had Olivia's troubles in Vulmonia made the Russian news? Or worse yet, the international news?

"I can assure, I'm no one famous, Sir. Maybe I just look like someone you know."

She scampered off toward gate C 69. But much to her disappointment, that was exactly where the man in the suit was also headed. Sensing that Olivia did not want to speak to him, he chose a seat near the gate that was several rows away from her. Olivia sighed in relief that she would not be forced to answer anymore questions. Constantly lying all the time was exhausting.

When it was finally time to board the plane, Olivia took her assigned seat next to the window. Much to her delight, there was no one in the middle seat. However, just as she was getting comfortable, she saw out of the corner of her eye the man in the suit approach.

"I believe this is where I'm suppose to be sitting," he said sheepishly as he placed his briefcase into the overhead compartment.

"Yeah, sure. Of course." Olivia said trying to sound casual. However, she was beyond nervous. This man clearly recognized her. And it was going to be a long flight from Moscow to New York. There was a good chance that he would remember where he knew her from before they landed at JFK. And given how Olivia had spent her time in Vulmonia, the man in the expensive suit no doubt recognized her from some humiliating photos or videos, which he saw on the internet or on the news.

As he sat down and fastened his seat belt, he turned to Olivia and said, "Sorry, I didn't mean to bother you back there. It's just that you have such a familiar face. But I promise to not to keep pestering you about it. Anyway, I'm Hunter." He held out his hand.

Olivia tentatively placed her hand in his for a reluctant hand shake. "Hi. I'm Oli... Tiffany!" she quickly corrected herself.

"Oli-tiffany? That's an extremely unique name," he laughed.

"Tiffany. My name's Tiffany," she firmly stated.

"Are you sure?" he teased.

"Yes," she muttered.

"So Tiffany, what were you doing in Moscow?"

"Oh ... uh ... you know, ... just sightseeing and ... um ... regular tourist stuff."

It actually had been Olivia's original plan to visit Moscow and spend a significant portion of her summer vacation traveling throughout Russia. However, due to all of her troubles with the Vulmonian legal system, the only parts of Moscow she had managed to see were the train station and the airport.

Not wanting to get caught in a lie, she decided to shift the focus back onto Hunter. "So, what were you doing in Russia?"

"Oh, just business mostly. Not a whole lot of sightseeing for me, unfortunately. I've been in Eastern Europe for over six weeks and I barely got to see any of the sights."

Olivia was relieved that Hunter seemed to be perfectly content to talk about himself.

"And I had to spend a good chunk of my time in Lithuania, Latvia and Belarus. I dealt with the rudest businessmen," he continued. "The only highlight of my whole time here was getting to take a day trip to this tiny little country that I had never even heard of before."

"Oh, really?" Olivia gulped.

"Yeah, it's this really small nation that used to be part of The Soviet Union. You probably don't even know that it exists. It's called Vulmonia."

"Oh ... yeah ... you're right. I've never heard of it before." Olivia felt like she might pass out.

As the plane took off, Olivia closed her eyes and cringed as she gripped the armrests. Vulmonia was such a small country, Olivia's arrest and punishment had been the most exciting thing that had happened there in quite some time. It was quite likely that Hunter had witnessed her ordeal on the Vulmonian local news. If he ever did manage to figure out who she was, Olivia was not sure if she could bear to sit next to him for the rest of the flight.

"Nervous flyer?" he asked, observing her anxious body language.

"Yeah, you could say that," she said as she felt a blush spread across her cheeks.

Once the plane was in the air and the complimentary snacks and beverages had been served, the flight crew dimmed the lights. The cabin attendants asked all of passengers to shut their window shades so that it would be possible for people to sleep. As the cabin went dark, Olivia noticed that Hunter seemed to be nodding off. Thank god, she thought to herself.

As Olivia studied the man sitting to her right, she had to admit to herself that he was rather handsome. With his dark hair and his broad shoulders, she would have found herself attracted to him under normal circumstances. He was a bit older than she would normally go for. But that did not stop her from staring at his large strong hands that rested on his thighs as he dozed off. She noticed that there was no wedding ring on his left hand.

Olivia took the thin red blanket that had been provided by the airline and draped it over her lap. As she looked over at the dashing snoozing man, sitting just one seat over, she could not help but squeeze her thighs together, in the hopes of making contact with her clitoris. And while she could feel some stimulation from the pressure, it was not enough to satisfy her primal urges.

Glancing around the cabin of the plane, she noticed that the other passengers where either sleeping or watching the in-house entertainment. A few people (a very few) were even reading books. It was dark. No one was paying attention to her. She had not experienced an orgasm in over three weeks. With very careful, subtle movements, Olivia slipped her hands under the red blanket. Using her left hand, she slowly pulled up the hem of her skirt. She had on no underwear, of course - she had not had enough rubles to buy any. Bringing the fingers of her right hand between her legs, she surreptitiously began to stroke her bare nether lips.

Suddenly Hunter took a few noisy breaths and mumbled something incoherent. He raised his head slightly. Olivia froze, terrified that he was about to wake up. However, his eyes remained closed and his head dropped back down. He appeared to still be asleep.

Olivia was not sure how much time she would have before Hunter woke up for real. So she decided to make the most of it while he was actually still sleeping. She began rubbing her clit with quick light strokes, finally fulfilling what she had been denied for so long. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back. She could feel her pleasure increasing. She could feel her excitement building. She could feel her orgasm coming. And it was going to be a big one. She let out a long exhale as quietly as she could. But, it turned out, it was not quiet enough.