Olivia in Vulmonia Ch. 10

"I think our best plan of action is to argue that you made the false rape allegations due to a misunderstanding. Women are often easily confused by their own emotions. Some girls, such as yourself, desperately want sex. But maybe you're worried that afterward you made yourself seem like you were too easy. And you feel ashamed of your promiscuity," Mr. Kholod rationalized.

"But I'm NOT confused!" Olivia snapped. "I told the men at the bar, 'No!'"

Mr. Kholod exhaled in frustration. "Did I not just tell you that no one would believe you after watching the two videos of you?"

Olivia blushed and looked down.

"We're going to say you made the false rape claims because you were obviously conflicted by your body's physical desires and your emotional embarrassment and shame," he said decisively. "That will also help with the charge against you for lying to the police and wasting police time and resources." He looked down at his notes before continuing. "As for the charge of prostitution, I don't believe there is enough evidence against you. Maybe the men at the bar did pay money to have sexual intercourse with you. But you didn't have any money on you when the police picked you up, so I don't think that charge will stick."

Olivia began feeling relieved. It seemed as though Mr. Kholod might really come through for her.

"As for the public nudity charge, I really don't think we can get out of that one," he said.

"But that wasn't my fault!" Olivia cried. "The bartender and the custodians cut holes in my clothes!" Olivia wanted to scream, she was so angry.

"We're not really sure who this bartender is since you could not give the name of the establishment where the event took place. But the two custodians, Gregus and Sergov, seem to be well respected members of the community. They have many coworkers and friends to act as character witnesses. Everyone they know will claim that Sergov and Gregus are upstanding Vulmonian citizens."

"It's true," Dr. Brovachik confirmed. "I've known both men for years. They've always been hardworking and respectful."

"Maybe to you, but not to me," Olivia said incredulously.

"Olivia, it's their word against yours. They're Vulmonian citizens. You're an oversexed American girl. They are men and you are just a women. We need to be realistic about this. It you are willing to take responsibility for exposing your private body parts in public, the judge might be willing to show you mercy."

Olivia brushed the tears away from her eyes and nodded in defeat.

"Don't worry," Mr. Kholod said in an almost soothing tone of voice. "While Vulmonia does have strict laws against public nudity, you certainly will not get a custodial sentence for such an offence. Alright?"

Olivia nodded again and breathed deeply, trying to calm down. Dr. Brovachik helped her out of the stirrups. She sat on the side of the exam table. She closed her legs and covered her breasts with her arms.

The doctor reached into his pocket, pulled out a small white plastic bag and handed it to Olivia. She opened the bag and peered inside. There were two pink pills.

"Take one now and the other twelve hours later," Dr. Brovachik instructed.

"Thank you Doctor," Olivia said, looking up at him.

Dr. Brovachik smiled down at her. "Good luck in court this afternoon." He patted her affectionately on her left tit and exited the room.

"Now let's get Mr. Fukin back in here and see if he'll agree to just charging you with public nudity," Mr. Kholod said opening the door to the exam room. He called out to his opponent. The tall handsome man reentered the room.

Mr. Kholod began speaking to his colleague in Vulmonian. Mr. Fukin responded and the two men appeared to get into a bit of an argument. After a few minutes of back and forth in their native tongue, Mr. Fukin turned to Olivia.

"So you really think I should just charge you with public nudity?" he said skeptically.

Olivia nodded.

"And the other charges: false rape claims, lying to the police, wasting police time, prostitution," he said emphasizing the last charge. "I should simply forget about those?"

"Yes," Olivia whispered. Then added in a pleading tone, "Please!"

"Hm, I don't know," Mr. Fukin said, looking at her intently. "If I do this for you, what are you prepared to do for me?"

"I ... I don't know," Olivia stuttered. "What do you need me to do?" she asked with a sinking feeling.

Mr. Fukin chuckled in amusement and grinned. "I watched the video of you that was filmed here last night. You said that you performed oral sex on the bartender."

Olivia's face went pale. "He ... he put his ... he put ... it ... in my mouth."

Mr. Fukin walked over to Olivia, grabbed her upper arms and pulled her up from her seat on the exam table. He then placed a hand on each of her shoulders and gently began pushing her downwards towards the floor. Olivia had no choice but to get down on her knees.

She looked over at her lawyer with wide, desperate, pleading eyes. Mr. Kholod shrugged and said, "It's best you cooperate. It'll go much easier for you when we go to court this afternoon.

Mr. Fukin unzipped his pants and took out his big, hard erection. Olivia closed her eyes and turned her face away. Mr. Fukin grabbed a fist full of her hair by the roots and guided her head so that her lips were almost touching the tip of his dick. "Let's see how badly you want your criminal charges reduced," he said.

Olivia shuddered is disgust. But she eventually parted her lips and Mr. Fukin slipped his member into her soft young mouth. "Mmmmmm, American girls," she said as he slid in and out of her oral cavity. He grabbed onto the sides of her head and really began to thrust. Olivia gagged as the head of his cock hit the back of her throat.

Mr. Kholod placed a rolling stool right behind Mr. Fukin. The taller man sat down. Because Mr. Fukin had a firm grip on the sides of her head, Olivia was unable to break contact between her mouth and his rod. She had no choice but to lower her head. She was forced to bend at the waist and lower her entire upper body until she was down on all fours.

As Mr. Fukin continued to fuck her mouth, Mr. Kholod stood behind her admiring the view of her round ass. "Since I'm probably going to get you off with just a slap on the wrist," he said giving her right ass cheek a playful spank, "I think it's only fair you show me a little appreciation as well."

And with that Mr. Kholod knelt behind the voluptuous teen, unzipped his rumpled pants, and took out his own throbbing erection. He grabbed her hips and and thrust into Olivia's freshly cleaned cunt.

"It's a good thing the doctor gave you those pills," he panted as he fucked the nubile young girl. "You'll definitely be needing them after our meeting is over." Both lawyers laughed as Olivia groaned and squirmed between the two lawyers.

Mr. Fukin's thrusts became more urgent as he grunted and growled. He pulled out and ejaculated all over Olivia's face. Mr. Kholod also pulled out and sprayed his cum on her ample backside. Both men were breathing heavily as they zipped up their pantsband straightened their ties.

"Well, what do you say?" Mr. Fukin prompted.

"What do you mean?" Olivia asked confused as she wiped the cum from her face.

"I'm only charging you with public nudity. I'm dropping the other charges. There's no way the judge will give you any jail time," Mr. Fukin informed her.

"Oh. Thank ... you?" she said with uncertainty.

"You're most welcome," Mr. Fukin said cordially as her straightened his grey suit jacket. "I look forward to seeing you in court this afternoon." He bid Mr. Kholod farewell in Vulmonian and left the room.

"Well," Mr. Kholod said, turning his attention to Olivia. "I hope you don't mind me depositing my seed on your buttocks. You just had a very thorough vaginal douche and I didn't want to get you all messed up down there again," he said pointing at her crotch.

Then he stepped towards her and sniffed. "When was the last time you took a shower," he asked.

"Yesterday morning," she replied.

Mr. Kholod opened the door and called Officers Amelin and Letov back into the room. He spoke to them in Vulmonian. They seemed to reply in the affirmative and nodded.

Mr. Kholod turned to Olivia and said, "The officers will take you to the showers so you can get cleaned up before court. You will also be provided with clothing that has been approved by the judge. I think things will go quite well for you this afternoon." He then smiled, reached out and cupped her right breast. "Thank you for being so cooperative, Olivia," he said, giving her tit a gentle squeeze. "It's a pleasure having you as a client." He pinched her nipple. Olivia looked down and blushed. "See you in court." Then her lawyer exited the room.

Olivia turned and looked at Officers Letov and Amelin. "So I can take a shower?" she asked timidly.

"Sure," Officer Letov replied with a sinister grin. "We'll take you to the 'showers.'"

He cuffed her wrists behind her back and Officer Amelin reattached the nipple leash. She whimpered as the clamps closed around her nipples. They led her out of the exam room and down a series of halls through the police station. Once again, she was met with stares and surprised looks from the people that they passed in the hallways.

Finally Officer Letov opened a door. It led outside into what appeared to be a courtyard. Olivia looked at him with confusion. "Well, come on," he said, holding the door for her. You want to take a shower, don't you?"

Officer Amelin gave the nipple leash a sharp tug. "Ow," she yelped as she stepped outside into the courtyard.

They marched her over into a corner of the yard. Officer Amelin told her to remain where she was as he let go of the leash. The two men walked over to an area where there appeared to be various gardening tools.

Olivia studied her surroundings. She was standing in front of a large window. She peered inside at what seemed to be a cafeteria. It was crowded with policemen and other station staff eating their mid-day meal.

She recognized one of the policemen sitting near the window. It was Sergeant Zhabin. He was shoveling some food into his mouth and talking with a few of his fellow officers. Then he glanced out the window and caught sight of Olivia. He did a double take and a sly smile began to spread across his face. He turned to his colleagues and began excitedly talking and pointing out the window in Olivia's direction.

More policemen took notice and soon dozens of police officers were crowded around the window trying to get a good look at the naked American girl.

Olivia was absolutely mortified. Because her hands were cuffed, there was nothing she could do to hide her nude body. All she could do was turn her back to the window so they could not see her pussy and boobs. But this still gave the men a full view of her plump rump. She looked down at the ground and tried to imagine she was somewhere else.

All of a sudden she heard Officer Amelin's voice. "Olivia, time for your shower," he announced cheerfully.

Olivia looked up. The two men were standing in front of her about ten feet away. Officer Letov was holding a garden hose.

"No!" Olivia implored. "Please!"

"Time we get you cleaned up, Olivia," Officer Letov smiled. "No offense, but you stink." And with that, he squeezed the handle of the garden hose and Olivia was hit with a hard, cold blast of water.

"Ah!" she shrieked as the icy cold spray made contact with her sensitive flesh. Officer Letov sprayed her from head to toe, but paid particular attention to her tits and crotch.

"Turn around," Officer Amelin ordered. Olivia complied. She turned so she was now facing the window of the station cafeteria. The policemen who were watching hooted and hollered with laughter. Olivia cringed in embarrassment. But then screamed as the freezing cold water hit her on her back and downwards towards her rear. They enjoyed watching her ass flesh ripple under the spray.

After the two officers were satisfied that Olivia had been thoroughly washed, Office Letov set down the hose and Officer Amelin pulled a towel out of a large plastic bag. He removed the nipple leash from Olivia's chest and began drying her off.

Officer Letov handed her a large brown paper bag and said, "Here, put these back on."

Olivia reached into the bag and, to her horror, pulled out the white T-shirt and black spandex shorts with the holes cut into them. "I can't wear these to court!" she exclaimed.

"Judge's orders," Officer Amelin explained. "Since the charge is public nudity, the judge needs to see exactly what you were wearing in order to decide the severity of your punishment."

"But what about all the photos you took last night," she said, exasperated.

Officer Amelin shrugged. "The judge wants to see it for himself in person."

Olivia grimaced as she put the ruined clothing back on. Officer Letov once again cuffed her hands behind her back.

"Why don't you give us a twirl," Officer Amelin smiled.

"What?" Olivia asked, disgusted.

"Turn around," Officer Letov barked.

Taking a deep breath, Olivia slowly rotated. As she turned, she was soon facing the cafeteria window once again. She looked down so she wouldn't have to meet the gaze of any of the men crowed around the window.

"You gave them quite a show," Officer Amelin said. "Why don't you take a bow." Olivia looked at him with big, round eyes. "Go on," he urged. "Bow!"

Looking at the cafeteria full of men, Olivia cringed. She reluctantly bent at the waist, bowing half-heartedly.

The officers in the cafeteria bust into applause and began cheering and whistling. Before long they were all shouting, "Encore! Encore!" over and over again.

"Alright," Officer Amelin said as her clamped the leash back onto her sore looking nipples. "I think they've seen enough for now." He grabbed the end of the leash and began to lead her back inside the building. "We'll take you back to your cell."

They made their way through the various hallways until they were finally back at the holding cells. They unlocked Olivia's cell door and escorted her inside. Officer Letov removed the cuffs and Officer Amelin unclamped her nipples.

We'll be back soon to give you your lunch," Officer Amelin informed her.

"We know how much you Americans love to eat," Officer Letov laughed as her patted her on her tummy. Olivia silently seethed at his gross generalization. Officer Letov then lowered his hand to the hole in her shorts that exposed her groin area. He slipped his fingers into the moist folds of her cunt. "But maybe you're hungry for something else," he said suggestively.

"No, I most certainly am not," Olivia said indignantly.

"Sure, whatever you say," he said with sarcasm. He took hold of her clitoris between his thumb and forefinger and pinched. Hard. Olivia howled in pain. Both men broke into laughter as they locked the door to her cell and walked off down the hall.

Olivia cupped her pussy and grimaced. The pain eventually subsided. However, as her physical pain receded, it was replaced by something much worse. Terror. The terror of having to face the judge. What if he sentenced her to the pillory? Or even worse, a flogging? Olivia sank down onto her cot and brought her knees up to her chest. She was definitely not looking forward to the afternoon.