Olivia in Vulmonia Ch. 31

Dr. Carolia instructed the two medical students in Vulmonian. Mr. Yavlov set down the base of the metal pole on the floor near the foot of the exam table. He adjusted the height of the pole so that the grip at the top was just a few inches above Olivia's crotch.

Mr. Vlangar placed the handle of the massager in the grip on the top of the pole. He tightened the grip. He grabbed and pulled at the handle, making sure that the electric massager was secure and not in danger of slipping out.

Then Dr. Carolia readjusted the height of the pole so that the head of the massager was just a couple of centimeters away from Olivia's vulva. It was suspended right over her clit.

Mr. Vlangar picked up the end of the massager's electrical cord. He plugged it into an extension cord, which was then, in turn, plugged into an outlet on the wall.

Dr. Carolia flipped a switch on the magic wand massager. Olivia could not help but flinch as it began to loudly buzz. It was so close to her clit. She could have sworn that she felt the movement of the air. But the device was not actually making contact.

I can do this, Olivia silently said to herself. It did not seem that difficult.

"How are you feeling, Miss Williams? Are you comfortable? There's nothing touching your clitoris, is there?" asked Dr. Sokolov.

"Um, no. I'm ... fine." she replied uncertainly. Though she certainly would not have described herself as comfortable.

"Good," Dr. Sokolov nodded. "Then the test will officially commence. Mr. Dima, please start the timer now. If Miss Williams can last ten minutes without an orgasm, she will pass the test and go free."

Mr. Dima swiftly typed on the keyboard of his computer, which was situated behind several large complicated looking machines. "Ten minutes going on the clock now," the technologist said.

Suddenly a large digital clock, mounted on the back wall, lit up with red numbers. 10:00 appeared, casting a scarlet hue across the room. Then 9:59, 9:58, 9:57 ...

Olivia wondered just how stupid and sexually excitable these men thought she was. As if she was going to sacrifice her freedom for the fleeting pleasure of an orgasm. As long as she did not lift her hips and touch her crotch to the vibrator, she would be free to go.

She looked up at the clock. 9:50, 9:49, 9:48 ... These men were in for a very boring uneventful ten minutes, Olivia contemptuously thought.

However, something unexpected began to happen. The clamps on her breasts began to buzz. The tips of her nipples no longer felt numb. Her sensitive flesh began to tingle.

She quickly turned her head and looked across the room. She could see that Dr. Brovachik was holding a remote control in his left hand. He looked right at her face and grinned. It turned out that the bearded doctor had placed vibrating nipple clamps on her tits. And now he was activating them.

Olivia closed her eyes and shivered as she became acutely aware of the sensations in her nipples. She parted her lips and let out a quiet moan.

"One of our new inventions," said Mr. Uday proudly. "We call them 'Tit Teasers.' They're part of our collection of marital aids. They're the perfect toy if you want stimulation without direct genital contact."

"Miss Williams, how do they feel?" asked Dr. Sokolov.

"Um ... ah ... they're very ... oh ..." Olivia murmured. While the clamps continued to buzz, Olivia began to notice, with some degree of trepidation, that it was not only her nipples that were tingling. She began to feel a subtle stirring below her waist. She inhaled deeply and tried to stay calm. She could not afford to get carried away. She decided to ignore whatever she might be feeling between her legs.

"The subject's heart rate has quickened. There is a significant increase in blood flow to her nipples. Her body temperature is rising. There is increased blood flow to her nipples. However, there is also increased blood flow to her vulva," Mr. Dima informed everyone.

This new bit of information surprised the audience and they all began to whisper to one another.

"Her vagina is also producing more arousal fluid," the technologist said, interpreting the numbers on his computer monitor.

"Whore!" one of the men in the viewing area called out.

Judge Thorsky raised his hand in the air. "Quiet!" the judge commanded. Then, addressing Mr. Dima, he said, "Please, continue."

"Blood flow to the subject's clitoris had more than doubled," said Mr. Dima, squinting at his screen.

"But how can that be?" asked Judge Thorsky. "You aren't stimulating her clitoris."

"Well, often when you stimulate other erogenous zones, such as the nipples, blood flow to the genitals will increase. Her body is preparing for sexual intercourse," Dr. Sokolov explained. He stepped closer to the exam table and peered down between Olivia's legs. "Her clitoris has grown and is becoming erect. The clitoral hood is beginning to retract, exposing the head."

"Let me see this for myself," said the judge as he got up from his seat and ambled over. He leaned over, bent his neck and narrowed his eyes as he studied Olivia's privates. "She's very red down there. And her pussy lips are big and swollen," he said as he fingered her fleshy folds. Olivia squirmed at the uninvited touch.

"Yes, her vulva is becoming noticeably engorged," Dr. Sokolov concurred. "Look how big her clitoris had become."

"Yes, it certainly is." Then looking up at Olivia's dazed face, the judge said, "Does your clitoris feel very sensitive? I mean, you're obviously aroused."

"I ... uh ... I guess ..." Olivia stammered.

"Look at all the wetness leaking out of her hole," Judge Thorsky said, bringing his gaze back down to her crotch.

"Yes, her vaginal secretions have increased by forty-three percent," said Mr. Dima.

"Getting ready to have a great big cock shoved up there, I suppose," Judge Thorsky mused, making the male observers laugh. "What do you think, Miss Williams? Do you want some man to put his member in you. Are you ready for a good hard seeing-to?"

"NO!" Olivia cried indignantly. "Of course not!"

"Oh no?" Judge Thorsky skeptically replied. "I suppose all you really want is to touch your needy twat to the vibrator. Don't you? After all, it's right here. All you have to do is lift up that big ass of yours and press your cunt to the vibrator."

"NO!" Olivia spat back. What kind of girl did he think she was?

However, as her nipples continued to vibrate, the tingling in her clitoris grew stronger. She looked up at the clock. 8:22, 8:21, 8:20 ... Touching her clit to the vibrator for a few seconds could not hurt. Could it? She could pull away before having an orgasm.

Without giving it any more thought, Olivia raised her pelvis and touched her little love button to the vibrator. "Ooooooooh," she heavily sighed.

The audience in observation lab broke out into excited chatter.

"My goodness!" exclaimed Judge Thorsky.

"Mr. Dima," called out Dr. Sokolov, "what can you observe?"

"Her heart rate has jumped to a hundred and seventeen beats per minute. Perspiration has increased fifty-two percent. Blood flow to the vulva has jumped dramatically."

"Is she having an orgasm?" Judge Thorsky demanded to know.

"No vaginal contractions detected yet," replied the medical technologist.

"What say you, Miss Williams? Are you ready to cum?" the judge asked.

"Ah ... ah ... no ..." Olivia gasped as she pulled her groin away from the vibrating massager and rested her bottom back down on the exam table.

"That was close," said Mr. Dima. "But the subject did NOT climax."

Olivia panted in relief. She managed to stop herself, but that was a little too close for comfort. I'd better not do that again, she gravely thought. She looked up at the clock. 7:29, 7:28, 7:27 ... She was a quarter of the way through. It would not be much longer now.

Olivia tried to collect herself as she gazed up at the ceiling. But her thoughts were disturbed as she began to feel a very odd sensation coming from her backside. Or coming from inside of her backside, to be more accurate. She looked over and noticed that Dr. Miloza had stood up from his chair. The sandy haired gynecologist made his way toward her. He was holding a remote control.

"How's that big rump of yours doing?" he smirked.

"The butt plug ..." Olivia grunted, "... it's vibrating!"

"Yes," the mustached doctor smiled. "Like it?"

"Uh ... uh ..."

"That's the first setting. Let's try the next one," Dr. Miloza said as he pressed another button. Soon the toy that was hidden away up inside of Olivia's backside was loudly buzzing and quaking.

Olivia arched her back as her entire derriere quivered. "Oooooh!" she moaned.

"The interesting thing about anal stimulation is that many of the nerve endings in the rectum are also connected to nerve endings in the vagina and clitoris. Stimulating a woman's anus is an indirect way to stimulate her genitals," Dr. Sokolov expounded.

This new bit of information was very interesting to the male spectators. They quietly discussed with one another the benefits of anal sex. Many expressed their desire to try it out on the girl in front of them.

"What do you think, Miss Williams?" asked Judge Thorsky. "Is the vibrator is your ass making your pussy feel good?"

"I ... I ... I ... uh ..." Olivia grunted. Then, against her better judgement, she lifted her hips and touched her vulva to the vibrator. "AH!" she cried as she pressed her rigid pussy-pearl into the vibrating head of the massager.

The men all cheered her on as they watched Olivia masturbate herself on the magic wand. No one was really rooting for her to pass the test. They all desired to see the American girl climax. They clapped and whistled as she rubbed her clit against the massager.

What am I doing, Olivia wondered as she pulled her pelvis away from the vibrator. This is crazy! I am not turned on by all of these horrible men, she decisively thought. I am not, under any circumstances, going to let myself cum!

"Mr. Dima, what are the sensors telling you?" asked Dr. Sokolov.

"She cut it pretty close," the technologist said, shaking his head. "Her heart rate is one twenty-two. Her clitoris is pulsating. But no vaginal contractions indicating orgasm," Mr. Dima concluded.

"My word, Miss Williams! You do like to live dangerously, don't you?" Judge Thorsky said looking down at the sweating panting girl.

Olivia let out a loud exhale as she looked at the red digits flashing on the wall. 5:44, 5:43, 5:42 ... In just a little over five minutes, she would earn her freedom. She could not allow for anymore slip ups. From now on she had to resist touching the vibrator.

Judge Thorsky turned and looked over at Dr. Brovachik. Addressing the bearded physician, the judge said, "Dr. Borvachik, Miss Williams had her first doctor's appointment with you?"

"Yes, Your Honor. She most certainly did," the clinician replied.

"Now remind me, Doctor, did Miss Williams climax during that appointment?" the judge inquired.

"She most definitely did, Your Honor." A broad smile spread across Dr. Brovachik's face. "I was just conducting a routine physical. But when I went to examine her labia and clitoris, she orgasmed against my fingers."

Upon hearing this, the male spectators broke out into excited utterances.

"And this was all in front of two custodians, who were in the room to fix the airconditioner," Dr. Brovachik added.

That embarrassing memory came flooding back to Olivia. After all, it had only happened a few days prior. She recalled being absolutely mortified because she was practically naked in front of, not only the doctor, but also the two rough looking workmen.

She remembered Dr. Brovachik's inappropriate questions, probing her about her private life. He asked her how often she masturbated. He asked her what she fantasized about. He asked her if she enjoyed being watched.

And as if all of that was not humiliating enough, she climaxed in front of the three older men. They had all looked on as she writhed and moaned with Dr. Brovachik's fingers on her pussy.

Remembering the humiliating event made Olivia's sensitive little nub begin to throb with desire. She could not stop herself. It was as if her body had a mind of its own. She lifted her posterior up off of the table and pressed her vulva to the vibrator. "Oh god!" she moaned, desperately in search of sexual fulfillment.

The men in the audience cheered, eager to see Olivia achieve the climax she so badly wanted.

"No!" she cried and pulled away from the sex toy mounted above her crotch. She looked at the clock. 4:12, 4:11, 410 ... How could she sabotage herself when she was so close to the end? She had to get it together.

"Now, Dr. Miloza," Judge Thorsky said, turning to the tall slender doctor. "I believe that you were telling me earlier that Olivia also orgasmed when you examined her. Tell me about that."

Dr. Miloza chucked. "Honestly, it was quite a sight to behold. I had to demonstrate how to perform a pelvic exam and a pap smear for a few of my medical students. Those four young men are actually here today," he said, gesturing toward Mr. Smurdir, Mr. Kaldoff, Mr. Yavlov and Mr. Vlangar. "Right as we were beginning the exam, Dr. Brovachik informed me that Miss Williams had reached orgasm as he was conducting an ordinary checkup. As you could imagine, I had trouble believing that. So I needed to see it for myself."

Olivia recalled the demeaning pelvic exam demonstration. She remembered Dr. Brovachik pinning her shoulders down. She remembered how the four medical students had gathered around the foot of the exam table, eagerly leering at her private parts.

She remembered how Dr. Miloza had inserted the fingers of his left hand into her and rubbed her Gspot. He had used the fingers of his right hand to stroked her clitoris. The medical students made humiliating observations, commenting on how wet she was. Olivia recalled what it had felt like to cum on Dr. Miloza's long tapered fingers.

As she reminisced about the forced sexual release, she brought her pelvis forward and pressed her little kernel into the head of the vibrating massager.

The male audience began to chant in Vulmonian. Olivia could not understand what they were saying. But it was obvious what they wanted to see.

"I think this might be it," Mr. Dima called out as he vigilantly kept watch over the numbers scrolling across the monitor. "She's really close!"

"Jesus christ, what am I doing?" Olivia screamed out loud. She tore her pussy away from the vibrator and planted her ass firmly back down on the exam table.

Some of the male spectators began to jeer and groan in disappointment. They were unhappy to be robbed of the pleasure of watching Olivia lose control. They wanted nothing more than to see the buxom American girl lose the battle she was having with her base animal instincts.

"Did she come?" Judge Thorsky urgently demanded to know.

Mr. Dima shook his head. "No, not quite."

"Stupid, stupid, stupid," she angrily muttered to herself. How on earth could she have been so weak and foolish?

"You're not stupid, Miss Williams," said Dr. Sokolov. "It's just that you hardly have any blood going to your brain. The blood supply to your prefrontal cortex has been dramatically reduced. So you're incapable of higher decision making. We all know that logic and reason aren't exactly a woman's strong points. But right now, you really aren't able to make any rational decisions. Because all of your blood has gone to your cunt."

This little scientific tidbit made the audience members titter in amusement.

Olivia looked up at the illuminated numbers. 2:29, 2:28, 2:27 ... Less than two and a half minutes. The test was practically over. She could not fail now. She was almost there. She was almost free.

"Dr. Carolia," Judge Thorsky addressed the portly white haired doctor. "Before I presided over Miss Williams trial, I was given two videos to review that were pertaining to her criminal case. One was of Miss Williams being questioned and examined by the police. That was quite something to watch," he said offhandedly. "But the other video was of your lecture class. I believe it was a class about internal female anatomy. Tell us, Dr. Carolia, what happened during that lecture?"

Dr. Carolia cleared his throat and began, "Well, Miss Williams had volunteered her body to be used for a colonoscopy demonstration. And afterward, she agreed to let us use her to demonstrate a transvaginal ultrasound."

Olivia ground her teeth in anger. She had not "volunteered" for the colonoscopy demonstration. She had been coerced. She was told by Dr. Miloza that she would not get her clothes back unless she did Dr. Carolia's colonoscopy demonstration.

And she had only agreed to the ultrasound because she was under the influence of a powerful sedative at the time. The drug made her highly suggestible and she could not say no. Also, they did not tell her ahead of time that it was going to be a transvaginal ultrasound. It was not until they were spreading her thighs apart and suspending her feet over her head, that she realized that the probe was going to go into her privates.

But anger was not the only feeling that Olivia was experiencing. The memory of having all of those young men looking at her naked body as she was poked and prodded made Olivia's heart beat a little faster.

"During the transvaginal ultrasound, it was obvious that Miss Williams was extremely aroused," Dr. Carolia said. "We asked her if she would like to touch herself. Well, she practically jumped at the opportunity. She could not say yes fast enough. There in a lecture theater packed with over a hundred medical students, she began to masturbate. Prior the lecture, I had given her a mild sedative. You know, to make the colonoscopy go easier. But Miss Williams continued to masturbate, even after the sedative wore off."

Olivia remembered the feeling of sobering up as the drug had begun to lose its effect. She remembered that she had been vigorously rubbing herself in the lecture theater. Then it had began to dawn on her that she was being watched by a crowd of young male students. But she had been so close to cumming, she could not stop herself. She had needed to finish. As she recalled the mortifying memory, it felt as though her pussy was on fire. She closed her eyes as she thought about how good it had felt to touch herself. But how humiliated she was that so many people got to see her most private act.

Olivia lifted her bum about half an inch off of the exam table. She wanted to touch her clit to the vibrator so badly. But then she abruptly set her bottom back down. NO! she thought. Get a hold of yourself!

Whispers and mutterings of "whore," "slut," and "hussy" were uttered by the men throughout the viewing area of the observation lab.

"But we didn't want the poor girl to embarrass herself," Dr. Carolia benevolently explained. "We didn't want her to feel ashamed of herself or get a bad reputation. So we decided that we'd better stop her masturbating before she reached the point of no return. We practically had to tear her hand away from her cunt."

"Really!" said Judge Thorsky in astonishment. "What happened next?"

"Next we had a question and answer session. So that students could ask about concepts that they weren't clear on," Dr. Carolia recounted. "With the topic of the lecture being about female anatomy, many of the boys wanted to get a close up look of Miss Williams body. And while looking is good, feeling and touching is an even more effective teaching technique."

"Yes, I'm sure it is," the judge smirked.

"And while we tried to maintain a professional educational atmosphere," Dr. Carolia said solemnly, "I'm afraid Miss Williams' libido got the better of her. As one young man was examining her clitoris, Miss Williams ALMOST climaxed. She practically demanded that he make her orgasm."