Olivia in Vulmonia Ch. 03

Dr. Brovachik picked up the blue plastic bin containing Olivia's clothes, shoes, and purse from his desk. With his other hand, he pulled a set of keys out of his pocket and unlocked one of the cabinets above the sink. "Since there's going to be five other people coming into this room," he explained, "I don't want any of your belongings to go missing." He placed the bin into the cabinet, closed the door and it clicked shut. "That should keep your things safe."

He picked up the bucket of water that had been sitting on the floor at the foot of the exam table and moved it to the other side of the room. He then brought over a rolling stool and placed it a few feet from the foot of the exam table. Olivia was just dreading what was to come.

Dr. Brovachik then walked over to a long, narrow cupboard, opened it, and retrieved a pair of gynecological stirrups. He attached them to the end of the exam table and instructed Olivia to lie back. He grasped her ankles, and guided her feet into the stirrups. He adjusted the stirrups moving them as far apart as possible, forcing Olivia's thighs to be splayed wide open. "Perfect!" he declared, looking directly between her legs.

Olivia's heart was beating in her chest. Could this really be happening? With the airconditioner now functioning, she began feeling rather chilly. Her nipples stated getting hard and she could feel the cool air blowing on her recently washed, exposed pussy lips. She was startled out of her thoughts by a sudden knock on the door. Rather than waiting for a reply, the individual on the other side just waltzed right in.

Dr. Miloza was a tall lean man in his early fifties. He had sandy blond hair and a matching mustache. He was followed my four young men who appeared to be in their mid to late twenties. The two doctors greeted each other in Vulmonian. Then Dr. Miloza turned to Olivia and in English said, "My goodness. I can see you're all ready to go. Rather eager, aren't we?"

Olivia closed her eyes and blushed in embarrassment. Then she turned her face toward Dr. Brovachik and timidly asked, "Why are they all men?"

"Because ..." Dr. Brovachik said with puzzlement, "They were born that way?" The two doctors and four medical students all began laughing at Olivia's silly question.

"Why aren't any of the doctors or med students women?"

"Ah, I see. Well, here in Vulmonia," Dr. Brovachik began to explain, "we have a very traditional culture with clearly defined gender rolls. Most women don't work outside the house once they marry and have children.

"And if they do," said Dr. Miloza, "They work at traditionally female jobs. Here in the hospital women work as nurses, receptionists, or cafeteria cooks."

"But all of the doctors are men. It's just better that way," said Dr. Bravochik. "If a woman is just going to quit her job after she gets married, what's the point of her going to all the trouble of completing medical school." All of the other men nodded in agreement. Olivia was rather shocked. She knew Vulmonia was a conservative and traditional culture, but it was like they were still living in the dark ages.

"Lets get on with the pelvic exam, shall we?" said Dr. Miloza as he passed around a box of latex gloves to the four students. He donned a pair himself, then sat down on the rolling stool and readjusted his position so his face was right up near Olivia's pussy. Olivia looked upwards, wondering how she managed to get into this ridiculous situation.

"First I'm just going to have a thorough look over your vulva," said Dr. Miloza. The four students moved closer, trying to get a better look over their instructor's shoulder. "Let's start with the labia majora." With a firm touch, he began rubbing her large outer lips. Olivia's body stiffened as she took a sudden deep breath in. Dr. Miloza laughed softly and said, "It's alright. Relax. Everything's fine." His voice was low and soothing and, had the situation not been so bizarre, it would have probably put Olivia at ease. "You have a very healthy distribution of pubic hair," he observed. Olivia cringed. She did not want to hear comments about her pubic hair.

He then began examining her labia minora. He very lightly brushed his fingers up and down her delicate hairless inner lips. Olivia could feel her clit beginning to pulsate. She clamped her mouth shut, determined not to make any embarrassing noises. One of the students said something in Vulmonian. Dr. Miloza nodded his head yes and then in English said, "Mr. Smurdir was just observing that your labia are turning red." Olivia didn't know if the doctor expected a response, but even if he did, she didn't know what to say.

As Dr. Miloza spread her labia minora wide apart to examine her vaginal opening, another student made a comment, which Olivia couldn't comprehend. Then in English, the student remarked, "So very wet!" The men in the room all chuckled.

"Yes, Mr. Karldof," Dr. Miloza confirmed. "The patient's vagina is producing much natural lubrication. She is young and healthy. That's a good thing."

Another student quickly rattled off a comment in Vulmonian and all of the men bust out laughing. Dr. Miloza, chuckling, didn't bother to translate for Olivia. He just held up one of his hands to indicate that the boys should settle down. Then he began tracing his index finger around the entrance to Olivia's vagina. Olivia's breathing was beginning to become labored.

"Now I will check the bartholin glands," he said. He gently pinched the flesh at the bottom left of her vaginal opening. Using his gloved thumb and forefinger, he firmly rubbed. He then did the same to the other side. He pulled his hand away and looked down at his fingers. "Your body's producing alot lubrication," he remarked. Olivia squeezed her eyes shut. Despite the cool, airconditioned room, her face felt very hot.

One of the medical students said something is Vulmonian. Olivia could not understand anything he said, except for one word. "Clitoris." Apparently the world for clitoris in Vulmonian was the same as in English.

"Your clitoris, and all of the tissue around it, is extremely engorged," Dr. Miloza translated. "Mr. Yalov wants to know if you are ... aroused?"

"Are you enjoying this?" Mr. Yalov himself asked in English.

"No!" Olivia replied furiously. "How could I possibly be enjoying this?"

Then Dr. Brovachik began to speak at length to the men in Vulmonian while gesturing at her. Olivia's heart sank. As he spoke, she could only imagine what he must be telling them right now. About how she climaxed in front of the two custodians. About how she almost climaxed a second time after Dr. Brovachik finished administering her douche.

The four medical students began snickering. Dr. Miloza raised his eyebrows and said, "I need to see this for myself."

"No!" Olivia began to panic.

Dr. Brovachik walked over to the head of the exam table and placed his hands on Olivia's shoulders. "Just relax," he said casually. He looked down with a clam smile on his face.

Dr. Miloza brought two fingers to Olivia's vulva, just to the right of her clitoris, and began to gently massage all around the area. In small light circles, he rubbed. The pads of his fingers moved upwards above the shaft of her clitoris, and then back down to the left of the swollen nub. He brought his fingers down to the opening of her vagina and coated his finger tips in her natural moisture. He then began rubbing the shaft of her engorged clitoris.

"Ohhhhhhhh!" The room had been dead silent. That is, until Olivia let out a quiet, involuntary moan. The four medical students looked at each other and smirked. Dr. Miloza kept stroking up and down the shaft of her clitoris. "Mmmmmm ... Uhhhhhhh ..." Olivia's noises began to get slightly louder and the four students drew nearer, staring in anticipation.

Dr. Miloza fully inserted two fingers into Olivia's vagina, making her gasp. He got his fingers as wet and as slippery as possible. Then he very quickly, but very lightly, began rubbing the head of her clitoris. "Ahhhh!" Olivia cried out as she arched her back. The four students began excitedly whispering among themselves, their eyes glued to her naked body.

"I never before met a woman who got sexual pleasure from from a pelvic exam," Dr. Miloza said. "American girls," he said incredulously.

"No ... no ... no ..." Olivia panted. "It's not .. I'm not ... like ...that!" Olivia's hips and legs began shaking.

"Oh no?" Dr. Miloza asked sarcastically, "You're not like that?" His slick fingers moved across the head of her clitoris at an even faster pace.

Olivia tried to sit up. But Dr. Brovachik's hands, which had earlier just been resting gently on her shoulders, were now pinning her upper body down to the exam table. She looked up at him. He gave her a stern look, as if to warn her to stay put.

"It's not ... uh ... my fault," Olivia grunted. "You're making my ... you're making me ... uh ...UH ... UM ..." She tried to clamp her mouth shut so as not to completely humiliate herself in front of all these men. She may not be able to stop Dr. Miloza from giving her an orgasm. But that didn't mean she had to scream like a banshee the whole time.

Dr. Miloza could tell that she was close, but sensed she needed just one more little thing to push her over the edge. He continued to rub her clit with the fingers of his right hand. But slipped the middle finger and forefinger of his left hand into her cunt and began massaging her G-spot. "You can deny it all you want, but everyone here can see you're enjoying this," Dr. Miloza said.

"No ... uh ... UH ..." Olivia grunted. "Stop!" she cried. But his fingers continued. "Ahhhhhh!" There was nothing she could do to stop it. She inhaled deeply as her pussy began to throb. Dr. Miloza could feel her cunt clench and release repeatedly around the fingers of his left hand. "Ooooh noooo!" she gasped in humiliation and despair as she climaxed in front of the group of ogling men.

Dr. Miloza kept his fingers inserted in her cunt. Her vaginal contractions started off strong, squeezing his fingers. But eventually, as she came down from her orgasm, they became less intense. She looked up at Dr. Brovachik. He had a slightly sinister grin on his face. As the muscles in Olivia's body began to relax, he released her shoulders, but remained standing at the head of the exam table looking down at her.

"Well," Dr. Miloza announced, "I have been practicing medicine for over twenty-five years and that has to be one of the strongest sexual responses I have ever seen during a pelvic exam." He said something to the students in Vulmonian which made them chuckle. He then said to Olivia, "I was just telling the students not to expect this kind of reaction during a pelvic exam with Vulmonian women. Normally I would never touch a patient in the same way that I've just touched you. But I decided to make an exception in your case, since I could see that you were in serious need of sexual release."

Normally Olivia would have been enraged by what Dr. Miloza was saying about her and would have argued back. But she was just too physically and emotionally drained by her second orgasm. And too embarrassed that it was witnessed by so many men.

"Let's move on to the pap smear, shall we," suggested Dr. Miloza. He picked a speculum up off the table. "Now normally I would run this under warm water to help lubricate it slightly before insertion. But let's just say," he paused, "lack of lubrication isn't an issue for you." The students sniggered. And then, as if to prove his point, Dr. Miloza took the dry speculum and effortlessly slipped it into Olivia's wet cunt.

She let out a surprised, "Oh!" as the cold metal invaded her body.

"Very easy insertion," he said with satisfaction. As he slid the speculum into place, he opened the bills and spread her pussy wide open. She groaned with discomfort.

He picked up a long cotton swab and took a specimen from her cervix for the smear test. He then placed it inside a ziplock bag. Then he invited each student to come up, one by one, to get a close up look at the inside of Olivia's vagina. Each of the young men commented with astonishment about the copious amount of vaginal fluid that was being produced. Olivia wanted to die. Dr. Miloza removed the speculum from her cunt placing is back on the table.

Next was the bimanual exam. "I would usually use some sort of lubricant on my fingers before performing the exam," Dr. Miloza explained. "But in your case, well ..." he smiled, "I think you know what I'm going to say." The men all snickered. Dr. Miloza seamlessly slipped the fingers of his right hand into her pussy. He used his left hand to thoroughly palpate her lower abdomen, feeling for her uterus and ovaries. He then invited each student to come up and do the same.

Olivia stared sullenly at the ceiling as she was being fingered by the different men. Dr. Brovachik looked down at her at said, "You know, you're providing an important service. These future doctors need to practice on someone. We're all just surprised at how ... 'excitable' you are. But we appreciate your willingness to volunteer."

Willingness to volunteer? Bullshit! Dr. Brovachik more or less told her that he wouldn't give her the morning after pill unless she submitted to the pelvic exam demonstration.

"Now time for the rectovaginal exam," Dr. Miloza announced.

What was that? Olivia had never heard of that type of examination before.

"Would you mind if I use your vaginal fluid to lubricate my finger before I insert it into your anus?" Dr. Miloza asked as he slid his ring finger immediately into her pussy. It wasn't really a question. "Might as well not waste it." After his finger was shiny and moist, he pushed it into her ass. Olivia squealed. "A little sensitive back here, aren't we?" Olivia tried her best to block out the sound of their snickering. Dr. Miloza reinserted his middle finger and index finger back into her vagina. With two fingers in her pussy, one finger in her ass, and a room full of men watching, Olivia felt completely violated.

As the students each got to practice the rectovaginal exam, they seemed to really take their time thoroughly coating their ring fingers in the fluid from her pussy. As the third student, Mr. Karldof, was slowly pushing his finger into her rectum, she made the mistake of looking at him. He was staring at her right in the face; grinning devilishly and watching for her reactions. She immediately averted her gaze and looked up. She met the eyes of Dr. Brovachik who was watching her intently. This had to be the most uncomfortable experience of her life.

The fourth student was just finishing his turn. As he slipped his ring finger out of her ass and his index and middle fingers out of her cunt, he moved his had upward and immediately began to rub her clit. Olivia moaned amorously. Then caught herself and cried, "No, stop it! Oh!"

Dr. Miloza scolded the student in Vulmonian. The student reluctantly pulled his fingers away from Olivia's clitoris. "Mr. Vlangar, apologize to the patient at once," Dr. Miloza said sternly, but with the hint of a smirk.

The young man shrugged his shoulders. "Sorry," he said, smiling smugly.

"We don't need to get the patient all worked up again," Dr. Miloza chastised. "She won't be able to think straight when she leaves here."

"Or walk straight," Mr. Vlangar added. The men all chortled. Even Dr. Miloza couldn't help but laugh at his student's quip.

"Well, I think that'll do it for today," Dr. Miloza said as he disposed of his latex gloves into the trash can. The students all did the same.

Dr. Miloza walked over to the foot of the exam table, standing right between Olivia's thighs. His crotch was just inches from her naked pussy. "Thank you so much for your cooperation Olivia. I've been doing this a long time and I must say, even I learned something today," he chuckled as he extended his hand toward her.

Olivia had no idea what to do. She lay on the exam table just staring at him.

"Well," prompted Dr. Brovachik, "Shake the man's hand."

Olivia awkwardly and uncomfortably took the smiling doctor's hand. Dr. Miloza had a firm grip and shook her hand vigorously causing her breasts to jiggle. That did not go unnoticed by the other men in the room. Dr. Miloza turned around to face his students. "Gentlemen, I want each of you to thank Olivia properly." Each student took a turn standing between Olivia's naked thighs to so they could forcefully shake her hand and watch her naked tits wobble.

Dr. Miloza walked over to Dr. Brovachik and patted him on the back. They cheerfully exchanged some words in Vulmonian, all the while laughing as Dr. Brovachik escorted him toward the door. Before exiting the room, Dr. Miloza turned to Olivia and said, "Thank you again! You were a very, um, pleasant patient to work with!" They all laughed (except for Olivia) and the two doctors bid each other farewell in Vulmonian. Dr. Miloza walked out the door followed by his students, who were desperate to get one last glance at the naked American girl. Dr. Brovachik, after allowing the boys one last final look, shut the door.

"Now then, Olivia. Why don't I write you a prescription for the emergency contraceptive pill. Like I said, you can pick it up tomorrow."

Finally! Olivia heaved a sigh of relief. Dr. Brovachik made no attempt to help her down from the exam table. As she laid there, legs wide open and fully exposed, he sat down at his desk, pulled out his prescription pad and began to fill it out.

Olivia awkwardly pulled her legs out of the stirrups and almost stumbled down from the table. Her body was stiff from being in such an odd position for so long. He walked over to her and handed her the small paper with her prescription for the morning after pill.

"Now, I'm going to leave here in just a moment so that you can have some privacy while you're getting dressed," He said. Olivia rolled her eyes. Sure, he was really concerned with her privacy. "I just wanted to remind you that Vulmonia, at its heart, is still a very conservative and religious country. And it would be best if you avoided behaving loosely. I felt sorry for you, so I was willing to write you a prescription this time. But the next time you have an unprotected encounter, you may not get a doctor as nice as me. In the future, please try to conduct yourself with more dignity and propriety."

Olivia wanted to spit is disgust. Since when did Dr. Brovachik care about dignity or propriety? What a hypocrite! She wanted to punch him. But instead she took a deep breath and held her tongue.

"Alright, lecture's over," Dr. Brovachik smiled. "Thank you for helping us with the demonstration today." He extended his hand toward her and looked at her expectantly. "Come on," he said. "American style!" Olivia reluctantly accepted his hand. He shook her hand assertively and subtly tittered as he watched her breasts bounce. Then, looking her up and down one last time, he exited the exam room, shutting the door behind him.

Olivia let out a huge sigh of relief and put the small paper with her prescription written on it down on the desk. She walked over toward the sink and reached up toward the cabinet that contained her clothes, shoes and purse. She grabbed the handle and pulled. But the cabinet door wouldn't open. Maybe it was stuck or jammed. She pulled again. Still it wouldn't open. She tried a third time, but to no avail. Olivia began to panic. She kept pulling, but it was obvious the cabinet was locked. Olivia remembered hearing a clicking sound when Dr. Brovachik closed the cabinet door. Was that the sound of the cabinet locking automatically? How was that possible? Since when do cabinets lock automatically. She continued trying to pry the cabinet door open until she was panting with effort and frustration. How could this be happening?