Olivia in Vulmonia Ch. 16

Olivia's mind began to race. What did he mean he was going to write a book about this incident? A book in English? A book that would be sold in America? A book containing all the humiliating and salacious details of Olivia's "crime" and sentence?

Since Vulmonia was such a tiny and poor country, not many people in America were even aware of the existence of the former Soviet nation. The goings on in Vulmonia never made the American news. Olivia had been desperately hoping that when she finished her community service, she would be able to leave Vulmonia and perhaps, if she was lucky, none of her friends and family back home would find out about her mortifying ordeal.

But if Luke wrote and published a book that was sold in America, almost everyone back home would discover her public nudity conviction, her twelve hours spent naked in the pillory, as well as her bottom being severely paddled.

"But you said that the American girl only has three days of community service left to do. And then she'll be finished her sentence. I don't see why you need to stay there until the end of the summer. It's a long time for you to be away from home." The female voice over the speakerphone was beginning to sound annoyed.

"Rose, I understand what you're saying," Luke said, trying to mollify his spouse.

He pulled Olivia's polka dot thong panties all the way down to her ankles and gestured for her to step out of them. Olivia stepped back leaving the tiny undergarment on the floor in front of her.

"But I'll need to stay behind in Vulmonia to do research," he reasoned. "I'll need to do an in-depth interview with the judge, the attorneys, the police officers who made the arrest, the lieutenant who administered the punishment," he listed off as he picked the thong up off of the floor. He held the gusset just under his nose and inhaled deeply. Olivia's entire face turned red as she looked away. Why did he have to do that? This whole situation was already embarrassing enough as it was.

"Couldn't you do those interviews over the phone or by skype?" Luke's wife countered. "You know we have my sister's wedding to go to at the end of August. I need you to come home at least by then."

Luke rolled his eyes as he placed the scrap of fabric down on the couch next to his left thigh. He stood up. "The interviews will go exponentially better if they're done in person face to face. If I do them over the over the phone or by skype, it just won't be the same. I won't get the same level of access. The information won't be nearly as good or complete."

He grabbed the bottom of Olivia's sheer white camisole and pulled it up and off over her head. Fully nude, Olivia hunched her shoulders and crossed her arms over her chest. Luke grabbed her wrists and forced her arms down. He gave her a warning look, indicating that she leave her hands down at her sides.

"Well, maybe I could take some time off work and come visit you there," Rose suggested cheerfully.

Luke pointed at the coffee table that was only a few feet from the couch. Unsure of exactly what he wanted, Olivia slowly lowered her self down, until she was sitting on the low table. She winced as her red sore behind made contact with the hard wood surface.

"Rose, I don't know if that's such a good idea," Luke said not sounding all that apologetic.

He gripped Olivia's shoulders with both hands. He began to push her upper torso back and downward. Olivia tried to put up some resistance, the the burly older man was too strong for her. Placing his right hand in the center of her chest, he pushed her all the way down, until she was lying on the coffee table, flat on her back.

"Vulmonia really isn't a safe country for women. Especially for American women. They're very sexist here. And the laws are very backward and old-fashioned," he rationalized.

He pointed down at Olivia, indicating that she should remain down on her back. Olivia stared up at the ceiling, not knowing what was to come, but dreading it all the same.

"After watching what has happened to this poor American girl," Luke said as he began rummaging through the black leather bag, "I would hate to imagine what might happen to you if you were involved in some sort of misunderstanding."

He stopped riffling through the bag for a moment. Then he raised an eyebrow and a mischievous smile began to spread across his face. Olivia's heart began to beat a little faster.

"Well, are you going to come home, at least for a short visit, part way through the summer?" Rose was beginning to sound genuinely troubled. "I mean, now it's only June."

"Well, I'll have to see," Luke said as he pulled a couple of small metallic items out of the bag. "It'll depend on how busy I am with interviews and research. And whether or not I can book an affordable flight. I make good money as a law professor, but I'm not a millionaire."

He walked over to where Olivia was laying on the coffee table. He had a metallic object in each hand, between his thumbs and first two fingers. As he brought then toward Olivia's breasts, she realized with trepidation that they were nipple clamps. As he clamped Olivia's perky pink nipples, she let out a high pitched squeal.

While Officer Amelin had been clamping Olivia's nipples for the past two days, when he led her around with the nipple leash, the clamps that Luke had just placed on her were tighter and much more painful.

"What was that?" Rose asked.

"What do you mean?" Luke asked feigning ignorance as her glared down at Olivia. The naked young girl writhed in pain down in front of him.

"I heard a squeak or a cry or something," his wife said sounding puzzled.

"It was probably just a stray cat outside. I saw a bunch of them lurking around behind the hotel. The tourists seem to enjoy feeding them." Then he looked down at Olivia and mouthed, "Silence!" Olivia clamped her mouth shut, desperately trying to hold in her yelps of pain.

"That's funny, it didn't sound like a cat. Anyway," Luke's wife continued, "I'd really like you to come home at some point before the end of the summer. There are a bunch of things that need to be done around the house. Remember I made you that list."

"Yes, I remember," Luke said, sounding less than enthusiastic, as he once again began looking through the black bag.

Olivia quietly panted as the fiery pain in her nipples dissipated until it was simply a dull ache. Before long, her nipples began to go numb.

"And you do absolutely have to attend my sister's wedding. That is not optional," Rose said with an air of authority.

"But your sister doesn't even like me," Luke exclaimed as he pulled a purple phallic looking object out of the bag. Olivia cringed at how big it was.

He walked back over to the unclad teenager. He set the purple object down on the table next to Olivia's left hip. Her grabbed her knees and began to pull them apart. Olivia tried desperately to squeeze her legs together. But Luke kept pulling until her thighs were splayed wide open. She took a sharp breath in, feeling vulnerable and exposed. Kneeling on the floor, Luke situated himself between Olivia's inner thighs, making it impossible for her to close them.

"Your sister, not to mention the rest of your family, will probably be happier if I don't show up to your sister's 'big day,'" he said, the last two words dripping with sarcasm.

He picked the purple phallic device up off of the coffee table and looked at it for a moment. Then he flipped on a small switch near the base and the entire purple vibrating dildo hummed to life. Olivia shuddered in disgust.

"What's that noise?" Rose sharply inquired.

"I don't know," Luke replied. "It sounds like they might be cleaning the carpets either out in the hall or maybe in the room next door," he suggested as he brought the vulgar looking sex toy toward Olivia's pussy.

"But isn't it night time now in Vulmonia? Why would they be cleaning the carpets at night? It sounds awfully noisy," Rose observed.

"Maybe there was an accident. Maybe someone spilled something," Luke proposed, holding the vibrator just millimeters from Olivia's naked vulva. Olivia held he breath in dreaded anticipation.

"The carpets here are white and expensive looking. They can't afford to let a stain set in," Luke said logically.

Olivia shut her eyes and clamped her mouth shut anxiously awaiting the inevitable. The scenario quickly played itself out in her mind. Luke was going to use the vibrating dildo to masturbate her. He was going to force her to orgasm. And then he was going to tell her what a whore and a slut she was. Then Olivia was going to feel disgusted and ashamed of herself for climaxing during such a crude encounter. It almost seemed like the more she tried not to have an orgasm, the stronger her orgasms were. Why on earth could she not control her own body?

But Luke did not masturbate her. He continued to hold the vibrator very close to her pelvic region, but never made actual contact. Olivia opened her eyes and looked at him, and then down at the buzzing sex toy that was just a hair's breadth from her genitals. Luke looked down at her with an expectant smile.

"Well anyway," Rose said sounding annoyed, "You have to go to my sister's wedding. I've already RSVPed for the both of us." It did not sound like Rose was giving her husband a choice.

"Call her and tell her I can't make it," he replied matter-of-factly.

"But Luke ..." Rose raised her voice.

"It's her third marriage," Luke scoffed. "This is her third wedding! Tell her I'll go her next one," he said cavalierly.

"Luke!"

"Rose," Luke heavily exhaled, "It's getting late. Can we continue this tomorrow."

A frustrated sigh could be heard over the speakerphone. "Fine. But you ARE going to attend the wedding," Rose said definitively.

"We'll see," Luke said with a smirk and another eye roll.

"Alright. Well, it sounds like you have alot more on your plate than you were originally expecting," his wife conceded. "I guess you'd better get some sleep."

"Thanks Rose. Talk with you tomorrow," he said, holding the vibrator with his right hand and reaching toward the phone with his left.

"Good-bye Luke." As his wife bid him farewell, Luke pushed a button on the phone ending the call.

He then turned his gaze back to Olivia. It did not escape his notice that she was ever so slightly moving her hips and pelvis back and forth, but not quite making contact with the purple toy. No longer distracted by the conversation with his wife, Luke was able to focus all of his attention on the naked young girl laid out before him. As he stared down at her, Olivia felt like an injured gazelle being eyed by a ravenous lion.

"Is there something you want?" he asked as he narrowed his eyes. The left corner of his mouth began to curl up into a sinister smile.

Olivia defiantly shook her head no.

"Really?" he said with mock surprise. "So there's nothing you'd like me to do for you?"

Again, she shook her head no.

Luke brought the tip of the vibrating purple phallus to her clitoris. It just barely made contact with her flesh with a feather light touch. Olivia's eyes closed and she let out a low, deep, amorous moan. She took a deep breath in and began panting with pleasure. Luke grinned as he pulled the toy away. Olivia's eyes opened and she looked over at Luke.

"Are you sure there isn't anything you'd like me to do for you?" he smirked.

"I ... uh ..." she stuttered. Just tell him no, said the rational voice in her head. Just tell him to get away from you.

Luke brought the vibrating dildo so that it just barely touched the head of her clit. Olivia's head turned to the right as she closed her eyes and groaned, "Oh, oh, ah!" Luke chuckled as he looked down at the nubile young girl. Again, he pulled the vibrator away from her pussy.

Olivia sighed in disappointment and frustration. She opened her eyes and looked up at Luke pleadingly. "All you have to do is ask," he shrugged.

Olivia hesitated for a moment. But after a moment she squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head "no." However, despite her negative answer, Luke placed the humming toy back on her sensitive nub.

"Oh," Olivia moaned softly. Luke smiled smugly. Olivia's entire pelvic region was red and engorged. Her back was arched. Her young supple breasts were enticingly thrust forward. Her rose colored nipples were erect. As Olivia panted, her large fleshy jugs rose and fell. Her hips began to gyrate with more intensity.

Luke could not help himself. He reached into the front pocket of his shirt and pulled out his smart phone. He opened the camera function and snapped a few photos of the buxom young girl splayed out on the coffee table of his hotel suite.

When Olivia heard the sound effect of the smartphone camera, her eyes flew open. She looked up in horror at the phone, seeing the camera lenses pointed right at her.

"What ... what are you ... doing ... Oh!" she cried.

Switching the function on his phone from photo to video, Luke began to film Olivia as he continued to stimulate her swollen button with the purple vibrator.

"You overheard me talking with my wife on the phone. I'm planning to write a book about your criminal case and the inner workings of the Vulmonian criminal justice system," Luke explained. "Well, it seems like your libido and your body's strong sexual response had had a big influence on how Judge Thorsky has treated you. They say a picture's worth a thousand words. If I can manage to get the book published, I'm sure it'll sell better if photos are included."

"But ... but ... but ... you ... can't..." the distraught girl panted.

"Don't worry, the photo will in all likelihood be censored. They publisher will probably put one of those black bars across your eyes to protect your identity," Luke told her.

"Noooooo!" Olivia wailed, her pelvis beginning to thrust.

"I'm just taking some video of you now. I want to be able to go back and analyze it later. Maybe show it to a psychologist to determine whether or not you are really a sex addict," he said. "If a picture's worth a thousand words, then a video must be worth a million. I have a feeling I'm going to be doing alot of 'analyzing' of this video in the weeks to come."

"Oh god ... OH GOD ... JESUS CHRIST!" Olivia exclaimed. Her entire vulva was throbbing. She was just on the edge of completely losing control.

But suddenly Luke turned the vibrator off and set it down on the coffee table next to Olivia's nude form.

"What!" she rasped, totally out of breath.

"I told you, all you have to do is ask. If you're not going to ask for it, I'm not going to give it to you," he said simply.

"Oh!" Olivia whined in disappointment.

"Well?" Luke said expectantly, sounding almost annoyed.

Olivia clamped her mouth shut and stared sullenly up at the ceiling.

Luke smirked as he stared down at the naked, stubborn, randy youth. "Alright, suit yourself," he shook his head.

He put his phone down, tuned around and once again began looking through the black leather bag on the couch. While his back was turned, Olivia's right hand crept down to her pulsating snatch. Keeping a watchful eye on Luke, she quickly began rubbing herself. She knew it would not take her long to climax. As she once again approached the edge, she closed her eyes and quietly exhaled.

Suddenly she felt a strong hand roughly grip her right wrist. Her hand was unceremoniously torn away from her needy pussy, her busy fingers removed from her throbbing clitoris.

Olivia cried out in pain as Luke used his free hand to give her cunt a quick hard spank. "Ah!" she squealed.

"I told you that you needed to ask first," Luke reprimanded her. "You heard the judge, you're suppose to obey me. Now apologize at once," he ordered.

Olivia, keeping her lips pressed firmly together, shook her head from side to side.

"Okay then," Luke chucked, both surprised and amused. "Have it your way."

In the black bag, he had found several lengths of rope. He used one to tie Olivia's wrists together. He then pulled her hands up over her head. He had purposely left one of the ends a couple of feet long so he could tie it to one of the legs of the coffee table.

With her hands tied up above her head, Olivia was helpless to stop Luke as his hands made their way to her breasts. She held her breath, unsure of what he might do. His fingers hovered just above her nipples. Her tits moved up and down as she panted.

He lightly fingered the nipple clamps, making her shudder. He looked at her face. Her gaze was fixed up on the ceiling. Her jaw was clenched. He grasped the clamps and began moving them up and down and from side to side. He enjoyed watching the way her flesh wobbled as he manipulated her ample bust. He began moving the clamps in an almost circular motion. Olivia whimpered in pain. He let go and Olivia let out an almost inaudible sigh of relief. However, Luke then took the clamps between his fingers and squeezed, removing the clamps and releasing Olivia's poor pinched nipples.

Olivia did not feel in immediately. But within seconds, the blood came rushing back to her nipples.

"Aaaaaah!" she shrieked in pain. "That really hurts!" She squirmed around as her stinging nipples throbbed.

Luke sniggered as he watched Olivia twist and turn, her body's movements somewhat curtailed due to her bonds. He placed the metal clamps down next to the purple vibrator.

Looking down at her shaved twat, he got an idea. He once again pushed apart Olivia's legs and knelt between her plush creamy thighs. He then gently placed his fingers on her labia major, stroking them at first, but then spreading them open. With his strong firm fingers, he lightly caressed her delicate inner lips. Despite the pain in her aching nipples, Olivia could not help but moan in pleasure.

Luke grinned as he observed how red and puffy Olivia's labia minor were. As he stroked the ultra sensitive flesh, she took a deep breath in, held it for a moment, and then slowly exhaled. All the while, Luke continued to stroke the engorged tissue. He almost felt bad about what he was about to do, but he simply could not resist.

Luke picked the metallic clamps up off the table, squeezed them open. He then placed them on Olivia's labia minora. As the metal teeth gripped and pinched her nether lips, she let out a high pitched scream.

"No!" she cried. "No! Take them off. PLEASE! Take them off!"

Luke picked up his phone and began filming again. "Aren't you forgetting something," he chastised.

"Sir," she grunted. "Please take them off, Sir!"

"I don't know ..." Luke pondered. "Seeing as how you got used to them being on your nipples, I think you'll get used to them being on your cunt lips."

"Please, Sir! No I won't, Sir! Sir, please take them off!"

"I have a better idea," Luke said cheerfully. "Why don't we distract you. Take your mind off of the pain."

He picked up the vibrating dildo and turned it back on. This time he inserted it into Olivia's slippery snatch. There was a small protuberance near the base of the vibrator. Luke made sure that it made contact with Olivia's clitoris. The head of the vibrating dildo buzzed against her Gspot. The clitoral stimulator hummed away as Luke pressed it up against her throbbing little nub. The unclothed girl grunted and gasped.

While Olivia was certainly no stranger to pleasuring herself, normally she would just rub her clitoris with her fingers to get herself off. She had never used a vibrator or a dildo to masturbate before. She was overwhelmed by all the sensations.

"Uh ... Ah ... Ooooooh!" she moaned incoherently. "I'm going to cum! Jesus christ ... I'm going to cum!"

Luke smiled wickedly as he yanked the vibrator out of her pussy.

"Ahhhhhh!" Olivia screamed in frustration. "Please Sir, I want to cum! Sir, please, I need to cum!"