The elevator doors slid open and Olivia stepped out into the hotel lobby. Off to the right, there were a few guests lined up at the front desk, waiting to check out. As she walked across the marble floor and rounded a corner, she saw that Officers Letov and Amelin were there to greet her with big grins on their faces.

"Ready for your first day of community service?" Officer Amelin asked with mock enthusiasm.

Olivia glumly nodded her head in reply.

"First we'll take you to see Judge Thorsky. He'll give you your assignment for the day," said Officer Letov.

I can hardly wait, Olivia thought to herself sarcastically.

"I like your dress," Officer Amelin remarked. "It certainly shows off your ... assets," he smiled as he observed her nipples through the white cotton. "Since your tits are covered, I won't be able to use the nipple leash, unfortunately."

Olivia heaved a sigh of relief.

"So I brought something even better."

Olivia's breath caught in her throat. What exactly did he mean "something even better"?

"Lift your dress," Officer Amelin instructed.

Olivia stood frozen, unable to move a muscle.

"Lift your dress," he repeated more sternly.

Olivia closed her eyes. She felt an overwhelming sense of dread. She could not lift the skirt of her dress. She was not wearing any underwear. Luke would not let her put any on.

"I'm going to count to three," Officer Amelin growled, "And if you haven't lifted your skirt by then, I promise you that last night's paddling from Lieutenant Petrov will have seemed like a mild tickling. One, TWO ..."

Taking a deep breath, Olivia, in the middle of the busy hotel lobby, lifted up her dress, exposing the naked lower half of her body.

The two policemen burst out laughing. "No panties! I was expecting at least a thong," Officer Letov chortled.

Four business men walking across the lobby on their way to a breakfast meeting, stopped and watched in curiosity.

"This actually works out perfectly!" Officer Amelin said cheerily as he pulled something out of his pocket. It was a chain with a single clamp. He crouched down in front of the mortified American girl and placed his free hand on her pussy. Olivia's entire body stiffened. He gently parted her plump pink lips. "Still wet as ever," he observed. Olivia blushed furiously. "But this is what I'm really looking for," he said as he fingered her clitoris.

"Mmmm ..." Olivia moaned, trying to keep her mouth shut.

Officer Amelin continued to stroke her little nub. He enjoyed the sight of it becoming hard and full as her entire vulva started to become engorged. Olivia gripped her skirt with clenched fists. Her knuckles were white. Soon her clitoral hood retracted and the head of her clit was exposed and bare.

"Well, that didn't take long," Officer Amelin chuckled. Then he brought the single clamp on the end of the chain towards Olivia's tingling naked nub.

When she realized what he was about to do, she started to panic. "No!" she exclaimed. "Please don't! Please don't clamp my cl... AHHHHHHH!" she shrieked.

Olivia dropped her skirt and brought her hands to her crotch. Cupping her vulva, she rocked back and forth, shifting her weight from her right foot to the left, all the while howling in pain.

A group of German tourists, who had been walking from the elevators towards the main door, stopped and stared at the spectacle before them.

"Take it off," she pleaded. "Take it OFF!"

"If I take off the clit leash, I'll have no choice but to use the nipple leash. That'll mean you'll be forced to pull down the top of your dress. You'll be walking around with your boobs exposed. You wouldn't want that, would you? How embarrassing would that be? At least with the clit leash, you can leave your skirt down. The chain is pretty long. It won't pull up the front of your skirt too much. Unless you lag behind," Officer Amelin reasoned.

"This way, your tits are covered and so is your pussy. You'll be able to maintain your dignity," Officer Letov said logically.

Olivia wanted to asked to two policemen, what exactly was so dignified about having her clit clamped and attached to a leash.

As Olivia continued to clutch her privates, she said, "But people can see the chain coming out from under my skirt. They can see that it's obviously attached to my crotch."

"Well, it wouldn't be so obvious if you pulled your hands away from your cunt," Officer Amelin remarked sharply.

Reluctantly, Olivia took her hands off of her groin and dropped them to her sides. Her clitoris still throbbed in pain, but it was slowly starting to go numb until the sensation was just a dull ache.

"Would you prefer it if we had a leash made where we attached a chain to a buttplug?" Officer Letov suggested.

"What?!" Olivia squawked. "NO!"

The two policemen began laughing heartily. Olivia could not tell if the younger officer was joking or serious. But if a buttplug leash made an appearance in the next day or two, she would not be surprised.

"Alright, we'd better be going." Officer Amelin bent down, grabbed the end of chain lying on the floor between Olivia's feet and then stood up straight. "Come on!"

He began walking toward the main entrance with quick, purposeful steps. Before Olivia had time to realize what was happening, the chain began lifting up the front of her skirt. As the cotton fabric lifted away from the front of her thighs and pelvic region, she realized too little to late that she was once again being obscenely exposed.

The four businessmen and the group of German tourists watched in amusement.

Olivia took a few panicked steps forward, but she was not fast enough to keep up with the taller older man. As Officer Amelin continued to walk at a fast pace by taking long steps, soon the chain was pulled taut. When the policeman could feel that the leash was no longer slack, he gave it a firm, sharp tug.

"Ah," Olivia screamed. "That hurts."

"Well, it wouldn't if you didn't dilly-dally," he rebuked her.

"I can't keep up with your pace. You're too fast," the young girl wailed.

"I get the feeling that you're going to learn to be a very fast walker by the end of these tree days," Officer Letov smirked.

"Oh!" Olivia whined despairingly as she struggled to keep pace with the two uniformed officers. Behind her, she could hear the bemused laughter of the Germans and the businessmen as she exited the hotel lobby.

Officer Amelin opened the back door of the squad car and instructed Olivia to get in. Officer Letov got in the front on the driver's side.

Officer Amelin situated himself in the front passenger seat and shut the door. He turned around in his seat, reached over into the back and picked up the loose end of the clit leash. With the end of the chain in his left hand, he turned back around and buckled up his seat belt with his right. Gripping the end of the leash, he pulled on it ever so slightly.

Olivia cringed in both pain and arousal as her clitoris twitched. Her hands gripped the front of her seat. The older man gently tugged on the chain again. Olivia exhaled, trying to maintain her composure. Was he going to do this the entire drive, Olivia wondered to herself. She certainly hoped not.

Officer Letov steered the police cruiser from the curb and pulled into traffic. Soon they were headed back to the court house to see Judge Thorsky. It was not a far drive. But if felt excruciatingly long to Olivia because Officer Amelin would not stop pulling on the leash. It was painful at first. But as her clitoris became accustomed to the feeling of being clamped, the pain was soon replaced by pure sexual stimulation.

As the police car made its way through the streets of Nulmara City, the tugs on the leash were continuous, sending a steady stream of sensations to Olivia's engorged nub. However, whenever the car came to a stop at a red light, Officer Amelin would release the tension on the chain, the leash would go slack, and his sensual manipulations of Olivia's sensitive button would cease momentarily.

While the car idled at a red light, Olivia had enough time to recompose herself and catch her breath. She was absolutely determined not to cum. As she gritted her teeth, she silently decided that she would not allow Officer Amelin to bring her to orgasm by using a clit clamp and leash while she was seated in the back of a police cruiser.

However, as the traffic light turned from red to green, and Officer Letov put the vehicle back in drive, the older policeman once again began gently tugging on the chain. Olivia was forced to endure the humiliating unwanted stimulation of her most sensitive erogenous zone.

As they drove several more blocks, the pulsing in Olivia's cunt became stronger and stronger. She took in a deep breath and slowly exhaled, trying hard not to think about what she was feeling between her legs. As the pleasure between her thighs continued to build, Olivia's grip on the front of her seat tightened. However, as they approached yet another intersection, the traffic signal turned red, the car stopped moving, and the pulling on the leash halted for a few moments.

Olivia quietly panted in the back seat. But apparently not quietly enough.

"You doing okay back there?" Officer Letov asked from the driver seat.

"Uh, yes," Olivia squeaked. The two policemen snickered.

As the light turned green and they resumed their drive to the courthouse, Olivia squeezed her eyes shut as the soft tugging on her poor little private part continued.

As they came closer and closer to the courthouse, they encountered an uninterrupted series of green lights as they drove through the various intersections.

As Officer Letov guided the squad car towards their intended destination, Officer Amelin continued his ministrations of Olivia's little button. Sometimes his pulls on the chain were slow and steady. At other times his tugs were fast and jerky. As Olivia squirmed around in the back seat, Officer Amelin was unrelenting in the stimulation that he inflicted on her.

During one particular quick, sharp series of pulls, Olivia began arching her back until her bottom was no longer on the seat. She grunted as she tried desperately not to cum. How could this possibly be happening, she thought to herself incredulously. Why would the police do this? This could not possibly be legal.

Soon they were a mere few blocks from the courthouse. Officer Amelin's rapid tugging on the leash had Olivia on the edge. She could not believe that, with her clitoris clamped and attached to a leash, she was on the verge of a massive orgasm.

"Ohhhh ..." she moaned amorously. "Mmmmm..."

"Aren't you glad you didn't wear panties today?" Officer Letov quipped. Olivia tried to ignore his remark as her hips continued to lift up and off her seat.

"Jesus," she grunted. "OH GOD!" The throbbing in her clitoris was too much. Even though she loathed the idea of orgasming under her present circumstances, she could not hold out any longer.

However, as Officer Letov pulled the vehicle into the parking lot of the courthouse and parked, Officer Amelin released the tension on the leash and let the chain go slack. Officer Letov turned off the engine and both men exited the vehicle. Officer Amelin opened the back car door on the right hand side.

Olivia was slumped in a disheveled heap on the back seat. There was a sheen of sweat coating her flushed face. Tendrils stuck to her forehead. The back of her hair was tousled and messy looking from where her head had rubbed against the back of the seat. Her pink pouty lips were parted as she breathed laboriously. The skirt of her dress was bunched up around her waist. She was slouched so low, her ass was hanging off the seat. Her knees were wide apart and her soft pale thighs were splayed wide open.

"Well," Officer Amelin said, looking at her expectantly, "We're here. You'd better compose yourself. You're about to stand before the judge."

Olivia looked up at him with a disoriented look on her face. Her ample chest rose up and down as she panted.

Officer Letov stood behind Officer Amelin and looked over his shoulder and into the car at the quivering and unkept looking young woman. "Judge Thorsky wants to see you in his chambers in five minutes. You have to get moving," he said in a scolding tone of voice.

"Oh ..." Olivia said breathlessly as she slowly pulled her skirt back down and lethargically began to climb out of the police car.

"We'll never be on time if you keep moving so slowly," officer Amelin chastised. He reached down, grabbed the end of the leash, giving it a good hard tug.

Olivia squealed as the clamp yanked at her poor little nub, causing her stinging pain. She jumped up out of the car and stumbled forward.

"Stand up straight," Officer Letov commanded. "You're about to stand before the judge. Pull yourself together," he sneered with disdain.

Olivia smoothed her dress and corrected her posture.

"Let's go see what Judge Thorsky has in store for you today," Officer Amelin smiled mischievously as he began swiftly marching towards the front of the courthouse. When Olivia realized that they were once again on the move, she took a few quick, scrambling steps forward, trying her best to keep up. She practically had to run to keep pace with the policeman's long, fast stride.

As they reached the front steps of the courthouse, Officer Amelin took the stairs two at a time. Unfortunately, Olivia's legs were not long enough to perform such a feat. She scurried up the steps as fast as she could. But she was not quite fast enough. The chain straightened out, the front of her skirt lifted up and the clamp pulled painfully on her flesh.

"Please slow down," she implored.

She felt the back of her skirt lift up and a stinging slap landed on her left ass cheek.

"Ow!" she hollered. After the paddling from Lieutenant Petrov and the spanking from Luke, her plump bottom could not endure any more abuse.

"Move faster!" ordered Officer Letov as he spanked her right wobbling globe.

Olivia sprinted up the rest of the steps and into the courthouse. Fortunately, once they were inside, Officer Amelin decreased his speed to a more reasonable pace.

Olivia followed behind the older officer until they were standing outside of Judge Thorsky's chambers. Officer Letov knocked on the heavy wooden door. Judge Thorsky answered in Vulmonian and the two men and the young girl entered the room. Judge Thorsky was seated behind his desk in his overstuffed leather chair typing away at his computer. He greeted the two policemen in Vulmonian and instructed Olivia to stand right in front of his desk.

Officer Amelin led Olivia to the appropriate spot and laid the end of the leash down on the judge's desk. He then took his place next to officer Letov near the door.

"Good morning Miss Williams," Judge Thorsky said as he looked up from his computer. He eyed the end of the leash on his desk and picked it up. "What on earth is this?" he said in puzzled amusement. His eyes followed to where the chain disappeared under Olivia's skirt. "What ever is this attached to?" he inquired as he gave the leash a soft but firm pull.

"Ah!" Olivia blurted out as her hips jerked forward.

The judge chuckled, "I guess that answers my question."

"The leash is clamped to her clitoris, Your Honor," Officer Amenin said.

"Yes, Officer Amelin. I think that's rather obvious," Judge Thorsky said giving the chain a slightly stronger tug.

"Oh!" Olivia gasped.

"This is very interesting," the judge said leaning forward in his chair and giving the leash three quick yanks.

"Oh jesus!" Olivia rasped.

"Officer Amelin was keeping Miss Williams quite entertained on the drive over here," said Officer Letov. "I'm afraid he may have gotten her a little too excited."

"I see. Well, Miss Williams, no matter how excited you are, I'm afraid you're just going to have to put those urges aside for now and focus at the task at hand. You have a busy day ahead of you. I hope you're ready to work hard."

"Yes, Your Honor," Olivia replied solemnly.

"Good. Now as you may or may not be aware of, many people actually have to work hard for a living. Not everyone has the good luck of being born a spoiled, lazy, entitled American girl. Not everyone gets to spend the summer traipsing around Europe, spending their parents' money. Some of us actually have jobs to go to. And sometimes those jobs are stressful."

Olivia nervously gulped. Why did the judge keep referring to her as spoiled and lazy? She had to work her ass off at a part-time job to afford this trip to Eastern Europe.

"Your community service for today is to go visit high stress work environments and help the employees there relieve their pent up tension," the judge said matter-of-factly.

"What?" Olivia said, bewildered. "I don't understand. How am I suppose to relieve people's tension?"

She could hear the two officers behind her sniggering.

"Well, it's going to depend on the individual. One employee might be in need of a shoulder massage. Or they might require a foot rub it they're on their feet all day."

Olivia crinkled up her nose in distaste at the idea of having to give foot rubs.

"Each worker will have different needs. So different people will request different forms of stress relief," he informed her. "It's not rocket science. You'll figure it out," Judge Thorsky said dismissively.

"Um, okay ..." Olivia trailed off. She was afraid to ask more questions in fear of angering the judge.

"You'll be visiting a number of different locations today. You have quite a busy schedule so you'd best be going. Officers Amelin and Letov will escort you, of course," the judge said handing a printed out itinerary to Officer Letov.

Officer Amelin took back the end of the leash and began leading Olivia toward the door of the judge's chambers.

"And Miss Williams," Judge Thorsky called out. She turned her head to look at him. "If you do a good job today, I'll take that into consideration when I'm deciding your assignment for tomorrow. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Your Honor," replied the anxious American teen.

"Good. You will report back here at five o'clock. See you then."

"Yes, Your Honor," she repeated.

They exited the courthouse, walked back to the parking lot and got into the police cruiser. Officer Letov handed the itinerary to Officer Amelin before starting the engine. Officer Amelin quickly skimmed the paper in his hand.

"Well," he said sounding pleasantly surprised, "It says here that our first destination is Vazianti."

Officer Letov burst out laughing as he pulled out of the parking lot.

"What's so funny?" Olivia demanded, furrowing her brow.

"Vazianti is an army base outside of Nulmara City. The soldiers there are not allowed to have female visitors unless the woman is involved in some sort of official military business."

"And the soldiers cannot be off base after nine at night. Even on their days off," chimed in Officer Amelin. "Those poor boys," he mused.

"They never get laid," said Officer Letov with a hint of sincere sympathy.

"Just imagine all of the pent up stress and tension!" Officer Amelin could barely get his words out, he was laughing so hard.

Olivia's face paled. She looked as white as the sundress she wore. Her breathing became quick and shallow. Her palms began to sweat profusely. She thought she might pass out.

Officer Amelin set the itinerary down on the dashboard, turned around, and picked up the loose end of the leash. "I have a feeling you won't be giving shoulder massages or foot rubs at this first location," he smirked. "I think you're going to be relieving alot of tension using very different methods."

Olivia shut her eyes, trying her best to remain calm. But her body trembled in fear.

"I guess it's best we get you ready for all the 'stress relief' you'll be doing. I doubt it'll be your hands doing most of the work." And with that, Officer Amelin resumed the torturous, titillating tugging on Olivia's clit as they headed toward Vazianti.