Olivia in Vulmonia Ch. 12

After driving through the streets of Nulmara for about twenty minutes, the police truck pulled into the parking lot of what appeared to be a soccer field. They were being followed by about a dozen or so cars as well as three news vans.

Olivia was not looking forward to what was to come, but she was relieved that the car ride was over. It had been such a bumpy ride and her skimpy bikini top offered no support. Her tits were sore from all the bouncing.

Officers Letov and Amelin exited the vehicle and walked around to the back of the truck to get Olivia. Officer Letov let down the tailgate and hopped up into the bed of the truck. He grabbed Olivia's upper arm and pulled her up from her seat on the wooden crate. Her guided her toward the back of the truck but did not bother to take off her cuffs.

Olivia awkwardly crouched down. Officer Amelin reached up and grabbed her around the waist and began pulling her down and out of the truck. The bed of the truck was quite high up and Olivia could not feel the ground under her feet at first. She was worried she might fall and began to squirm.

"I've got you," barked Officer Amelin. He placed his right hand under the gusset of Olivia's thong and cupped her vulva in order to support her weight. She felt one of his fingers slip into the crotch of her bikini bottoms. The policeman continued to slide his finger right into her cunt. She squealed at the unexpected intrusion. Officer Amelin then set her down on the ground and chuckled as he patted her crotch. Olivia, flustered and embarrassed, stumbled backwards.

Officer Amein took her by her left upper arm and Officer Letov grabbed her right. They marched her onto the field and toward where the obstacle course was set up.

Olivia's heart was racing. She broke out into a cold sweat as the different structures for the obstacle course came into view. They escorted her over to where the starting line was.

Judge Thorsky and the two lawyers, who had driven to the sports field in their own separate cars, approached the trio standing at the starting line. "Glad to see you made it here without incident," Judge Thorsky said. "As you can see, this is the obstacle course you'll be running." He then proceeded to give her a brief overview of the course.

The first obstacle was a series of bars she would need to clear. She could either jump over them like hurdles or crawl under them. Olivia was not a sprinter, but this first obstacle did not look that challenging.

Next was a tall slanted wall. It was set up at a steep incline. She would have to scale the wall using a rope. Olivia began to feel quite apprehensive. She did not have much upper body strength. But the rope had large knots tied into it every couple of feet. So even with Olivia's lack of arm muscles, the rope would be easy to grab and hang onto as she pulled herself up. It would be challenging, but not impossible. Olivia was confident she could handle it.

Once she climbed to the top of the wall, she would be about twelve feet above the ground. Olivia gulped. She was not a fan of heights.

Next there was a series of twelve foot tall pillars. At the top of each pillar was thick metal spring. On top of each spring was a wooden board.

"So," the judge explained, "When you finish climbing up the rope, you have to jump from the top of the wall to the first springboard. And then jump from springboard to springboard." Olivia was going to have to do this twelve feet above the ground, until she arrived at the next apparatus.

It did not look that hard. The pillars with their springboards were not located that far apart from each other. But what if she fell? Olivia looked down at the ground below the pillars. There was a giant mud pit.

"If you fall into the mud," the judge informed her, "You must climb out and start again from the very beginning of the course."

Olivia inhaled sharply. She dreaded the idea of falling into the dark slimy mud down below. And then having to crawl out and start the whole humiliating process all over again.

"When you reach the final springboard, you will then have to jump to the next and final structure." The last obstacle was the monkey bars. Not that complicated or challenging, Olivia thought to herself. She used to swing from the monkey bars as a kid. But then she reminded herself that, while she certainly was not overweight, she did weigh much more now than compared to when she was a kid. And since she rarely worked out, she did not have the strongest arms. She got the sinking feeling that the monkey bars might be deceptively difficult for her.

The monkey bars were also located twelve feet above the mud pit. And even if she did manage to make it to the end of the bars without falling, there was a gap of a few feet between the last monkey bar and the platform, which indicated the end of the obstacle course. When she got to the last bar, she would probably need to swing back and forth a couple of times to build up enough momentum to jump onto the platform.

"So, if you can complete this obstacle course in under three minutes and forty-one seconds, you'll be free to go," Judge Thorsky said. "But if you fail to finish the course or if it takes you too long, you'll receive one day in the pillory, a mild flogging, and three days of community service. Is that clear?"

Olivia looked over at her lawyer, Mr. Kholod. "Isn't there another option?" she desperately asked.

"If you don't run the obstacle course, you'll get punished automatically," Mr. Kholod said with a shrug. Judge Thorsky nodded his head in confirmation. "You may as well just run the course and see what happens. If you complete it in time, you might be about to avoid your punishment altogether," her attorney suggested with half-hearted optimism.

Olivia looked over at the bleachers that were quickly starting to fill up with spectators. There must have been close to two hundred people. Not to mention the camera crews filming her for the local news stations.

Olivia wanted to point out that the very act of forcing her to run the obstacle course in a thong bikini was a humiliating punishment in and of itself. So there was really no way for her to avoid being punished. But she kept quiet, not wanting to rouse the ire of the stern judge. Her bottom was still sore from the spanking he had given her earlier.

"Officers Amelin and Letov are going to be watching you closely while you run the course, making sure that you don't cheat. Mr. Fukin, Mr. Kholod, and myself will be waiting for you on the platform at the end of the course. We'll announce if you finished it in time, which will then determine whether or not you get punished. Now remember, if you fall off any of the apparatuses, you must start from the very beginning again." Olivia gulped. "You may begin when you hear the gun go off."

The judge gestured toward Officer Amelin. The policeman patted his handgun located in his holster.

"Now you just wait here at the starting line. Once we get to the platform, I'll make a brief announcement to the crowd. And then we'll get started," the judge told her.

As Judge Thorsky and the two lawyers headed off towards the platform at the other end of the course, Olivia tried to breath deeply and settle her nerves. The two policemen exchanged a few words between each other in Vulmonian. Then Officer Letov stepped behind her. "So, do you think you can do it?" he asked as he removed the cuffs from around her wrists.

Olivia looked up at him. Her face was pale and her eyes wide. "I think so," she said quietly.

"We'll see," said Officer Amelin with skepticism.

Judge Thorsky, Mr. Fukin and Mr. Kholod ascended the stairs leading up to the platform. There was a microphone set up on a stand along with a giant electronic clock. Judge Thorsky turned on the microphone and addressed the crowd in Vulmonian. He spoke at some length.

"He's saying that we're here today to determine the fate of this lazy oversexed American girl," Officer Amelin translated. "He's telling the audience that you have been charged with the crime of public nudity. He says that you clearly have loose morals and you lack respect for the rules and laws of our country." A few members of the crowd began shouting and jeering.

Olivia exhaled in frustration and anger. She knew that absolutely none of the things that Judge Thorsky said about her were true.

"He's saying that you have an opportunity right now to prove to the people of Vulmonia that you are not a lazy, disrespectful American. You have a chance to show everyone how hard you can work. He says you need complete the course in the allotted time." And with that, an electronic clock lit up with the numbers 3:41. "He's telling the audience that if you can do that, you will walk free."

The entire audience immediately began yelling and booing at the thought of the tawdry American girl getting off without any punishment. Olivia began trembling. It was obvious that no one in the crowd was on her side.

"But he says that if you fail to complete the course in time, you'll get a day in the pillory, a whipping, and community service." Most of the spectators erupted in cheers and applause. But a few people in the stands shouted out angrily in Vulmonian.

"Some people think you deserve a harsher sentence," translated Officer Letov.

Olivia shuddered at the notion of an even worse punishment.

Judge Thorsky looked over in Officer Amelin's direction and said something in Vulmonian into the microphone. Officer Amelin pulled his gun out of his holster and raised it up in the air. Then in English, the judge said, "On your mark ..."

The crowd began to quiet down, but they were still murmuring to each other enthusiastically. Olivia thought she was going to throw up. She stood with the big toe of her right foot just touching the starting line.

"Get set ..." Judge Thorsky said with a half smile and excitement in his voice. Olivia bent her knees and got ready to propel herself forward.

"Go!" The gun went off with a deafening crack and Olivia began running faster than she had ever run in her life. The electronic clock began ticking down the seconds. 3:41, 3:40, 3:39, 3:38 ... The spectators buzzed excitedly.

First were the bars that Olivia either had to jump over or crawl under. She cursed under her breath about her skimpy outfit. Because she was running, her tits and ass jiggled and shook. Every time she jumped over a bar, she could feel her large breasts swing upwards and then bounce back down. When she approached a bar that was too high to jump over, she had no choice but to crouch down, bend over, and shuffle under it. This gave anyone, with a view behind her, an extra intimate look at her backside in her thong bikini bottoms.

Getting over and under the bars was not too difficult. But Olivia desperately wished she was a faster runner. When she got to the last bar, it was at a rather awkward height. Olivia was not sure if she should go under it or risk trying to jump over it. Going under was a safer bet. But jumping over was faster. She decided to jump.

She ran as fast as she could toward the bar and curled her right leg up as she pushed off of her left foot. She sailed through the air over the bar. She then lifted her left leg up behind her as high as it would go. As her right foot made contact with the ground on the other side of the bar, Olivia felt a rush of relief at the thought of successfully completing the first obstacle.

However, her relief was short lived as she felt the very tip of her left big toe get caught on the bar. She stumbled forward on her right leg. The crowd began shouting. She frantically pulled her left foot up and over the bar. As her left foot came forward, she continued to stumble. She bent forward and put her hands out in front to brace herself in case she fell. But she somehow managed to regain her balance.

Some people in the crowd cheered. Some booed. But all Olivia knew was that she needed to continue on to the next apparatus. So she raced over to the wall with the knotted rope. She could feel that the gusset of her bikini bottoms was slightly askew and her right labia was exposed. Embarrassed, she quickly reached down to adjust her thong, before grabbing the rope to begin her ascent.

Olivia took a deep breath as she began to pull herself up the rope against the steep slanted wall. Had the wall been completely vertical, it would have been impossible for her. But due to the slight angle, she was able to slowly but surely make her way up. The higher she climbed, the faster her heart beat. She dared not look down.

Olivia was sweating profusely. At one point her hand slipped and she slid down the wall a couple of feet. The crowed gasped. But she managed to grab onto one of the knots in the rope before falling too far. Clasping onto the rope with an extra firm grip, she continued to climb to the top.

She grabbed onto the very top of the wall, hoisted herself up, and stood up on the ledge. She exhaled in satisfaction at having completed the second obstacle. Even if it did take her longer than she would have liked. Then she made the mistake of looking down.

Behind her was not exactly a straight drop, because the wall was angled. But it was so steep, that if she did fall, it would be an extremely painful tumble to the bottom. In front of her, twelve feet down below, was the mud pit. Olivia anxiously swallowed and looked forward to the first springboard.

She inhaled, bent her knees, and pushed off from the top of the wall. She leaped toward the first springboard and landed on shaky legs. Due to the spring underneath the board, the surface she landed on bounced up and down a few times, causing her voluptuous breasts and ass to wobble. The crowd laughed and cheered in amusement.

I can do this, she thought to herself. It was not that difficult. The next springboard was only a few feet away. She jumped and landed on the bouncing board. Gaining more confidence, Olivia bounced from board to board at a surprisingly quick pace. Maybe she would avoid the pillory and the whip after all.

When she landed on the second to last springboard, her ankle wobbled and she fell forward onto her knee on the board. She quickly grabbed onto the front edge of the board as it wildly sprung back and forth. She could feel the fleshy globes of her ass jiggle and she hung onto the board for dear life. The murmurings from the crowd became louder.

The springing motion of the board eventually subsided and she cautiously stood up, breathing hard. With her confidence shaken, but not broken, she proceeded to leap to the last springboard. She landed solidly, stood up straight, and then looked toward the start of the monkey bars.

Olivia knew this was going to be the most challenging part of the obstacle course. She simply did not have strong arms. And her body, while not fat, was not exactly light. But what other choice did she have? She jumped from the last springboard and reached her hands in front of her to grab onto the first monkey bar.

As her hands made contact with the bar, she wrapped her fingers around and clung to the bar as tightly as she could. She could feel some stress in her shoulders, but it was not too bad. She looked down to the mud pit below and immediately regretted it.

She looked up at the next bar. It was a bit farther away than she would have liked. She swung her body backwards and then propelled herself forwards. She took her right hand off of the first bar and reached out to grab the second bar. She grasped it firmly and then moved her left hand to the second bar. It certainly was not easy. But it was not impossible. As Olivia repeated the action to reach the third bar, she realized that it really was not that hard. Just as long as her hands did not get too sweaty and slippery. Getting into the rhythm of the swinging, she methodically made her way from bar to bar.

Olivia was at about the halfway point of the monkey bars when she realized that the triangles of her bikini top had begun to ride up her breasts just below her nipples. She let out a frustrated sigh, realizing that there was absolutely nothing she could do. She certainly could not reach down and adjust her swimsuit. And she certainly could not stop swinging from bar to bar. She would just have to hope that her nipples would stay covered until she completed the monkey bars and landed on the platform.

As she swung to the next bar, she could feel the scant fabric on her breasts inch up a little farther. Judging from how it felt on her tits, Olivia guessed that the very bottom of her areolas must be showing.

Members of the audience began shouting and laughing with more enthusiasm. Olivia dreaded having to make any further movements, for fear it would cause her bikini top to ride up even more. But she needed to finish the obstacle course.

As she made her way to the next bar, her bikini top crept up a little bit more. She could feel the bottom edge of the triangles just barely covering the tips of her nipples. Some men in the audience began chanting something in Vulmonian that she could not understand. But the men in the crowd definitely seemed excited for something to happen.

Olivia got a sinking feeling in her stomach as she reached for the next bar. As she swung forward and grabbed onto the bar directly in front of her, the bottom edge of her bikini top slipped over the tips of her nipples. Her breasts were freed from her bikini top with one big glorious bounce.

The fabric triangles laid uselessly against her upper chest as her udders swung from side to side. The men in the audience hollered and cheered as Olivia's unrestrained teats wobbled around for the viewing pleasure of the crowd.

Olivia was terribly upset. But she could not afford to lose focus. Just finish, she told herself. Just get to the end of the monkey bars and finish the obstacle course. Then she would be free to go. She would catch the first train she possibly could out of Vulmonia and she would never return to this backward country ever again. With renewed motivation, Olivia made her way to the next bar. And then the next.

When she finally arrived at the last monkey bar, she looked forward at the platform. There was Judge Thorsky, Mr. Fukin and Mr. Kholod. There were only a few seconds left on the clock. Mr. Kholod looked at her with an urgent expression, worried she might not be able to complete the course in time. Mr. Fukin had a look on his face that was something between a smirk and a sneer. Judge Thorsky looked somewhat amused to see Olivia's exposed tits swinging free. But other than that, his expression was more or less neutral.

"You're almost finished," her lawyer called out. "Come on now! One last jump!"

The crowd was in a frenzy. Some spectators were actually cheering Olivia on, based on how well she had done far. Others were urging her to fall, wanting to see her punished for her "crime." And still, others were simply ecstatic to see a buxom young American girl practically naked in public. And with time almost up, it could go either way.

There were only five seconds left on the clock and the crowd began to count down in English, "Five, four ..."

Olivia, dangling from the final bar began to swing her body back and forth. Due to the platform being several feet away, she would need to do a big swing and a jump in order to land safely. Olivia swung back as far as she could to prepare herself and to build up momentum.

"Three, two ..."

Olivia swung her body forward and let go of the bar. She flew through the air. Her body was angled with her feet forward. The platform came within reach of her lower extremities. Her toes made contact with the wooden surface. As she landed on the balls of her feet, there was an audible thud.

Olivia could not believe it. She made it. She was going to be free. Her Vulmonian nightmare would soon be over. She was so happy, she could have cried. The audience was in a complete fervor. Their screams and yells were a of mix of different responses. Some positive and encouraging. Some angry and disappointed.