Olivia in Vulmonia Ch. 19

"Lift up the front of your dress," Officer Amelin ordered.

"What?" Olivia gasped. "Here? In front of everyone?"

"I need to take the clamp off of your clit," Officer Amelin said, sounding irritated.

"I'm not lifting my dress in front of everyone," Olivia hissed.

However, suddenly the light cotton that had been resting against Olivia's thighs was pulled up and away. Olivia's eyes widened in horror. The men sitting nearby in the first couple of rows got a glimpse Olivia's shaved nether regions as Officer Letov lifted Olivia's skirt from behind.

Before she had an opportunity to cover her crotch with her hands, Officer Amelin crouched down, grabbed her hip with his left hand and removed the clit clamp with his right.

As blood refilled the little nub, Olivia grimaced and moaned in pain. The men who could see leaned forward in their seats and watched with keen interest as Olivia frantically rubbed her vulva. Officer Letov continued to lift up her skirt, keeping a firm grip on the white cotton material. Olivia was bare from the waist down as she tried to sooth the offended area. Her little pearl throbbed.

Enthusiastic laughter and whispering filled the auditorium as word spread to the men, who could not see, about the spectacle taking place just below the front of the stage. Men sitting in rows farther back stood of to get a better look and the American girl rubbing her cunt. Soon the whispers became loud talking. And the loud talking became jeering laughter. But Olivia could not stop rubbing her sore stinging clit.

"Go up on stage," Officer Amelin ordered.

Olivia did not move her hands away. Her clit still burned.

"Go on!" Officer Letov urged, once again pushing on her back.

Despite her physical discomfort, Olivia slowly pulled her hands away from her vulva. She straightened her posture somewhat. Officer Letov let go of her skirt and she quickly pulled it back down, covering her lower half.

Major Ivanov told the audience full of military men to hush and spoke to them in Vulmonian. Olivia, still in pain, staggered up a set stairs and up onto the stage.

Major Ivanov gestured for her to stand next to him as he continued to speak to the crowd in Vulmonian. Olivia stood next to the major. However, he took a step back and and to the side so that he was standing directly behind her. Because he was tall, he had no problem seeing right over her head.

As he spoke to his men, his right hand came to rest on Olivia's shoulder. She turned around to see what he was doing. But he quickly and firmly instructed her to turn back around and face the audience.

As the major carried on in his native tongue, the fingers of his right hand clasped one of the straps of Olivia's sundress and began to slide it down her shoulder. Olivia's breath caught in her throat, but she dared not moved. She swallowed hard, fearing what she knew would probably come next.

Major Ivanov stopped speaking for a moment. Some of the men in the audience had verbal reactions to what they were witnessing. Major Ivanov took hold of the other strap and began to slide it down, as well. Olivia's breasts were still covered, but the top half of her dress began to droop down.

As Major Ivanov tugged and pulled at the fabric, Olivia's dress was pulled lower and lower. As her dress continued to slide down, soon only her nipples were covered. The top half of her breasts were completely exposed.

The men in the audience were getting extremely excited. A few stood up from their seats and began shouting things. The neckline of Olivia's sundress grazed the tops of her areolas. Somehow, Olivia held out hope that the major simply wanted to entertain and tease his men. That maybe this was as far as he was going to take things. But deep down she knew that was completely unrealistic.

Major Ivanov said something in Vulmonian into the microphone. He seemed to be asking the soldiers a question. He then gallantly translated for Olivia. "I'm asking them how badly they want to see you naked," he explained to Olivia with a chuckle.

The military men all rose to their feet and began yelling and shouting. A few rows of men even began chanting and clapping in unison.

Major Ivanov laughed in delight as he looked out at his soldiers. He had not seen his men get this worked up about anything in ages. "I must say," he whispered into Olivia's ear, "Having you here is certainly good for boosting morale."

He reached around and began groping Olivia's breasts over the cotton fabric of the dress with his free hand. He spoke into the microphone and then the men began chanting and shouting even more loudly. "I just told them that you have one giant pair of American tits. What are you? A D cup? A double D?"

Olivia did not reply. She stood frozen with mortification as the major resumed pulling her dress down. Before long the tops of her areolas were visible. Almost every soldier in the auditorium was on his feet, waving his fist in the air and shouting in English, "DOWN, DOWN, DOWN, DOWN ..."

"Look at that! See how accommodating we Vulmonians can be," Major Ivanov chortled in amusement. "They're cheering you on in your own language. How's that for an American welcome!"

Olivia closed her eyes, trying to hold back tears. She could feel the material at the top of her dress brushing against the tips of her nipples.

The crowd was in a frenzy as Major Ivanov hesitated for just a moment, allowing the anticipation in the room to build. Just as the audience of servicemen reached a fever pitched, Major Ivanov gave Olivia's dress a forceful sharp tug downwards. Suddenly Olivia's large voluptuous tits popped out with a jiggle and the entire auditorium erupted into applause.

Major Ivanov set down the microphone, cupped Olivia's fleshy globes and pushed them together. He squeezed and massaged them, causing Olivia to gasp. He then let them go and the crowd laughed and cheered as they bounced and wobbled.

"You must have alot of fun playing with these when you're alone," the major said to her with a knowing smile. He moved his hands to her waist and hooked his fingers into the fabric.

Olivia held her breath as the major slowly slid the white sundress down her hips. Soon her bellybutton came into view followed by her lower abdomen. As Major Ivanov pulled down Olivia's dress, the top of her shaved pubic mound came into view. But the major stopped just before revealing her pudendal cleft.

With her dress just barely covering her labia, the soldiers in the audience could barely contain their excitement. Soon they were stomping their boots on the floor and loudly chanting, "PUSSY, PUSSY, PUSSY, PUSSY ..."

"Well," said Major Ivanov, "I think it's pretty clear what they want. What do you think? Should we give them what they're asking for?"

But instead of waiting for a reply, Major Ivanov reached down the front of Olivia's dress. She inhaled sharply at the unexpected intrusion. His fingers brushed against her large puffy lips and Olivia stiffened. His fingers slipped through her moist inner lips as he sought out his target. As he inserted two thick digits into her slick opening, she audibly exhaled.

"My, my, my," Major Ivanov observed with a smile, "What type of girl gets turned on in this sort of situation? Your cunt is sopping wet!"

Olivia's face was crimson. Was it not enough that Major Ivanov was stripping her naked in front of an auditorium full of male soldiers? He had to shame her further by pointing out her moist twat?

"Only an American girl!" he said incredulously, shaking his head. He pulled his hand out from the front of Olivia's dress. He picked up the microphone and talked to his men in Vulmonian. As he spoke, he held up his fingers that had just been in Olivia's vagina. He rubbed them against his thumb. Due to the copious amount of vaginal secretion, his fingers glided slickly and effortlessly against his thumb.

The soldiers burst out laughing began chanting, "CUNT, CUNT, CUNT, CUNT ..."

Major Ivanov placed the microphone back down and gripped the fabric on the sides of the sundress. Giving a solid hard yank, he tore the thin flimsy white garment clean off of Olivia's body. Olivia was left completely naked on the center of the stage as the crowd of men cheered wildly.

Olivia instinctively brought her hands to her breasts and groin. However, the major, who was standing directly behind her, grabbed her wrists and pulled them back down. He did not release her wrists. Instead he held them down, pinned to the sides of her thighs. He whispered into her ear, "Let them look. These men work extremely hard. They deserve to enjoy the view."

Olivia looked out into the crowd of about a hundred and fifty men. She had never seen so much concentrated male aggression gathered together in one place. The soldiers yelled, hollered, made obscene gestures, laughed and cheered. The cacophony of men's voices was almost deafening. Olivia's body shook and quivered. If it were not for Major Ivanov holding her from behind, she was not sure she would have been able to support herself on the strength of her own legs.

However, Major Ivanov did eventually release her wrists and stepped to the side, leaving Olivia to stand on nervous wobbly legs.

"Why don't you spin around and give the boys a bit of a show," said Major Ivanov, gesturing with his finger for her to twirl.

Olivia refused to move at first. But then she looked down at the bottom of the stage at Officers Letov and Amelin. Officer Letov glared at her. Officer Amelin pointed at her and then made a spanking motion with his hand, indicating what would happen to her if she did no obey.

Heaving a sigh of disgust, Olivia slowly turned around on the spot. As her shapely round backside came into view, the soldiers in the crowed hollered and whistled. Olivia was beyond mortified. However, deep in the pit of her stomach, a strange feeling began to stir. Her labia started to fill with blood and enlarge. The little bud between her lips pulsated. But never in a million years would Olivia have ever admitted that she was aroused by this scenario.

As she turned back around to face the audience, the men in the front rows could see, not only her puffy labia majora, but also her more delicate labia minora. They were engorged and opening like a pink blossoming flower, moist with morning dew. The soldiers pointed and shouted things in Vulmonian that Olivia could not understand. Maybe it was better that she was ignorant of the things they said, she thought to herself. Knowing exactly what they were saying about her wet engorged pussy would have been more embarrassment than Olivia could have handled.

Major Ivanov gabbed her right shoulder and forced her to turn slightly to face him. "It's very interesting," he said as her reached down between her legs. Olivia refexively stepped back as his fingers made contact with her vulva. He stroked her lips. "You behave as if you're frightened and embarrassed. But if your pussy is any indication, you seem to be enjoying this almost more than my men" he remarked as the tip of his finger rubbed against her clit. Olivia let out a surprised squeak as the major's large middle finger glided effortlessly between her slippery lips and inserted itself snugly into her twat. Major Ivanov pumped his finger in and out, causing Olivia to involuntarily cry out.

With one quick motion, he removed the finger from her lower orifice and popped it into her mouth, forcing her to taste her own acrid juices. The major smirked as he watched Olivia recoil from the strong salty taste.

"Alright, down on your knees," Major Ivanov ordered.

Oh no, Olivia thought to herself, as she slowly lowered herself to the floor. Was he going to force her to perform oral sex on him in front of all of these men? Exactly how many blow jobs was she was expected to give? It was not humanly possible for her to perform oral on every man in the auditorium. There were simply too many.

"Now, the rules are as follows," the major said looking down at the bewildered young woman. "No one can touch you. But if someone orders you to change position, you obey. If someone orders you to open your mouth, you obey. If someone orders you to move your body in a certain way, you obey. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Sir," Olivia replied, looking up at him. Her face had gone completely pale. Olivia had no idea what was about to happen.

"Good," Major Ivanov nodded. Then he picked the microphone back up and made an announcement in Vulmonian. The crowd of overly excited men roared with enthusiasm.

Then, the front row of men stood up, and in an orderly fashion, one by one, the soldiers began making their way up the stairs and onto the stage. When there were about ten men on stage, they formed a circle around the kneeling trembling girl. The soldiers all unzipped their pants and took out their members. Their cocks were all of various sizes and skin tones. Some were already completely erect. Some were not yet fully at attention. But as the men stared down at the terrified buxom teen, stroking their rods, soon all of them were rock hard.

Olivia began having flashbacks to the dingy dive bar where she had been gang raped. She remembered how Gregus had spanked her pussy until she climaxed. And how afterwards the two custodians and the bartender had forced her to kneel on the filthy floor as they had jerked off onto her face and into her mouth. But that time there had only been three men masturbating onto her. This time there were at least ten.

It did not take long for the first man to pop off. As he aggressively jerked his dick in his clenched fist, he let out a loud moan. He aimed his load across the lower half of Olivia's face. She quickly clamped her mouth shut to avoid any semen getting into her mouth. The fluid landed across her lips and chin. Another soldier, standing behind her, emptied his load across Olivia's round rosy rump. She felt his cum drip down and dribble between her ample cheeks.

A third soldier shot his white warm seed across her heavy heaving jugs. A fourth man decided to leave his deposit in her hair. A fifth painted her soft tummy with his contribution.

One by one, the circle of men left their sticky seed on some part of Olivia's abused, bruised body. When the last man was finally getting ready to climax, he growled in English, "Open your mouth." Olivia shook her head no at first. "Open!" the soldier demanded.

Suddenly Olivia saw the stern face of the major appear over the shoulder of the masturbating soldier. Major Ivanov lowered his eyebrows and narrowed his eyes, giving her a threatening look. Olivia, remembering his rules, reluctantly parted her lips.

"Wider!" shouted the soldier, pulling at his meat. Olivia opened her jaw as wide as she could and the soldier's sperm spurted out and onto her tongue. The men standing in the circle all laughed and cheered, causing the rest of the men in the auditorium to get even more excited.

Major Ivanov then told the circle of military men to quickly exit the stage so that the next group of soldiers could take their turn. As the next ten men in uniform circled the kneeling gagging girl, they wasted no time unzipping and jerking off all over her.

After the third group left Olivia covered with their spunk, a man in the fourth group requested that she change position. Olivia was forced to get down onto all fours with her elbows on the floor. This caused her plump bottom to be raised high up in the air. The ten men coated her derriere with their creamy jizz.

Every single man in the fifth group insisted on shooting their load on Olivia's face. After the last man in the fifth group climaxed onto her, she could no longer see. It felt as if her eyes were glued tightly shut. When she went to wipe the cum from her eyes, Major Ivanov instructed her to stop. She would only be allowed to clean herself after all of the men had finished.

And on and on it went. By the time the tenth group were having their turn, Olivia thought she was going to throw up, due to the excessive amount of semen she had been forced to swallow.

The twelveth group commanded Olivia to lay flat on her back with her legs spread wide open. Most of the soldiers in the twelveth group aimed their emissions at her plump pink pussy lips. Olivia desperately prayed that none of their sperm would get inside of her and possibly get her pregnant. But as their fluids oozed between her fleshy folds, she could feel it slowly starting to leak into her.

As more and more men ascended the stage and left their ejaculate somewhere on the American teen, Olivia started to feel like she would never feel clean again. Their cum was everywhere. It was in every crack and crevice of her body. Her head was beginning to feel heavy because it saturated her hair.

"Ok," announced Major Ivanov, "Last group!"

The fifteenth and final group ascended the steps and hurried onto the stage. They surrounded the cum soaked girl laying on her back. A man in the last group demanded that Olivia get back up onto her knees. As Olivia attempted to get back into a kneeling position, one of her knees slid through the wet cum on the floor of the stage. Olivia was thrown off balance and fell forward, flat on her face.

The entire auditorium erupted into peals of laughter. Olivia tried again to right her position, but her knees continued to slip and slide through the semen under her on the floor.

"I'm sorry Miss Williams," Major Ivanov chortled. "I would offer you a hand to help you up, but I'm afraid you are simply filthy. Why don't you just remain laying on your back," he told her.

Tears spilled out of Olivia's eyes as she laid back down. But nobody noticed since her tears were obscured by all of the ejaculated that coated her face. "Legs open," demanded one of the soldiers in broken English.

Reluctantly, Olivia once again opened her legs as the men in the final group began to release their bodily fluids onto her. Olivia looked as though she was covered in some sort of glazed icing. As the very last load landed on her face, it hit her right between her eyes and dribbled down onto her nose. The last group of soldiers did their pants back up and descended the steps to sit back down.

Major Ivanov once again addressed his men in Vulmonian as he spoke into the microphone. Although Olivia could not understand the words, she got the impression that the major was giving the soldiers something akin to a pep talk because they were once again cheering and clapping.

Then Major Ivanov turned to Olivia and said in English, "Well, now you are a little bit closer to finishing your community service thanks to us. What do you have to say to my men?" The major crouched down next to the shuddering, tearful girl. He made sure not to get too close, not wanting to get any of her mess on himself. He reached his arm out and help the microphone a couple of inches from her mouth.

Olivia had no vision, due to her eyes being pasted shut with the now drying cum. She felt confused and disoriented and was not exactly sure what was going on.

"Miss Williams," Major Ivanov said, clearing his throat. "What do you have to say to my men?" He repeated the question a little more severely.

"Oh ..." Olivia said, her mouth and tongue coated with salty acidic residue. "Um ... Thank you to the soldiers of Vizianti military base. Thank you for ... allowing me to service you."

Once again the crowd broke out into cheers and enthusiastic shouts. Olivia had to try hard to stifle a sob. Never did she think she would ever find herself in such a bizarrely mortifying situation.

Still temporarily blind, Officers Amelin and Letov led Olivia off of the stage, down the steps, back up the center aisle and towards the double doors. The audience of men in uniform broke out into applause, bidding farewell to their foreign female visitor.