The next morning Olivia stumbled up the stairs and into the kitchen. Her throat was sore and her rectum felt as though it was on fire. Judge Thorsky had never been gentle with her before. But the previous night, he took his sadistic tendencies to a whole other level.

She saw Bogdan standing at the counter. He was putting the finishing touches on Judge Thorsky's breakfast. As Olivia looked at the sumptuous morning meal, she noticed something rather unusual. "Why are you making four plates of food?"

The butler did not reply as he opened the cupboard above the sink and took out four coffee mugs.

"Bogdan? Hello? Good morning? Can you hear me?"

Bogdan continued to work in silence as he placed a slice of cantaloupe on each of the four dishes.

"Bogdan!" Olivia grabbed his shoulder as she tried to get a good look at his face. "Bogdan, say something!"

"Olivia, stop it!" he said as he tried to pull away. "The judge has forbidden me from speaking with you. If he catches us talking, we'll be in even deeper trouble than we already are."

Olivia let go of Bogdan's shoulder and stepped back. "So that's the way it's going to be?" she asked in an urgent whisper. "From now on, you're just going to follow Judge Thorsky's orders?"

Bodgan turned away from her. He said nothing as he grabbed the pot out of the coffee maker. He poured the steaming brown liquid into an expensive looking silver spouted vessel. He placed it on a try with the four mugs and four tall tumblers filled with ice water. He carefully picked up the tray, making sure to hold it level. He slowly walked over to the door leading out onto the patio, trying his best to keep everything balanced. Without acknowledging her again, he exited the kitchen.

Olivia clasped her hands together anxiously as she tried to think. Bogdan's behavior did not inspire her with confidence. If he was intent on obeying Judge Thorsky, then he probably would not steal the key for the chastity belt. Nor would he be willing to break it or cut it off of her. How on earth could she manage to sneak out of the country that morning if she had a GPS tracker locked around her waist? Maybe she could ask Dr. Brovachik to remove the chastity belt with some sort of tool.

Bogdan reentered the kitchen and put the four plates of food onto a larger tray. "Who are the extra breakfasts for?" Olivia asked nervously. Silently, Bogdan made his way back out onto the patio. Olivia gulped. It appeared that Judge Thorsky had guests. Mr. Fedorov and his kin perhaps? Olivia did not care to find out. But unfortunately, her morning exercise was not optional. Bracing herself for what she might encounter, she apprehensively walked out into the backyard.

Judge Thorsky was seated at the patio table along with three other men. One of the gentlemen was bald with a long grey beard. He appeared to be in his late sixties. Another of the men looked to be around forty. He was clean shaven with jet back hair. And the third man, who was most likely in his early fifties, had brown hair and a mustache. Olivia did not recognize any of them.

"Speak of the devil, there she is now!" The judge sounded strangely upbeat, considering how angry he had been the night before. "Gentlemen, this is my breeding slut. She's from America. And she's approximately one month pregnant with my child."

The three men turned to look at her. They all smiled as they took in the sight of her nearly naked body. Their eyes lingered on her heavy swollen breasts and voluptuous hips.

"Come here," Judge Thorsky gestured. "Come here, slut."

Olivia began to take a step forward. But then she balked. She stood motionless as she stared at the judge. Slut?

It was true that Judge Thorsky did call Olivia all sorts of demeaning and degrading pejoratives, including "slut." However, when addressing her or referring to her, he usually called her "Miss Williams." Never before had he used "slut" as her name.

"What's wrong with you, slut? Are you deaf? I said to come here!" Judge Thorsky repeated his instructions more harshly.

With trepidation, Olivia walked over and stood a few inches from where the judge was seated.

"Gentlemen, I can assure you that my breeding slut is usually much more quick to comply. She's just having a bit of a difficult morning. I'm afraid I had to get a little rough with her last night. Isn't that right, slut? Is your bottom still hurting this morning, slut?" he sarcastically asked. He reached behind her and began rubbing her bum cheeks with mock affection.

"What did you do to her last night?" the mustached man asked. "Spank her? Paddle her?"

"Did you flog her?" asked the man with black hair.

"Did you give her a good old fashioned caning?" the bald man with the beard guessed.

"No, no, nothing like that," said the judge. "Last night I caught my breeding slut behaving like ... well ... like a slut. Like a needy cock hungry little slut," he informed the other men. "She'd gotten my butler to finger her in her asshole."

"Dirty girl!" scolded the bald man with the long grey beard.

"And she was trying to convince him to fuck her in her ass!" Judge Thorsky told his breakfast companions. "Can you believe that?"

"What a whore!" the dark haired man declared as he sipped his coffee.

"Now we see why you call her 'slut,'" said the mustached man as he unfolded his napkin.

"Indeed," Judge Thorsky said. "So last night, I figured that I'd better give her asshole a good seeing-to. Isn't that right, slut? Last night was I too hard on your backside? Or did you enjoy it when I stuffed those big giant dildos into your bum?"

Olivia did not respond as she stared down at the patio stones.

"Look! She's too embarrassed to answer. I think she may have enjoyed it," the bald bearded man suggestively teased. "She's blushing. Look at how red her face is getting. I think she liked it!"

As Olivia was forced to listen to the four men heartily laugh at her expense, she glanced around the yard. She noticed a couple of things were different. First of all, Mr. Fedorov was not out in his back garden. Not that Olivia cared. Having Mr. Fedorov witness her nude workouts in the morning was beyond humiliating. So she was relieved not see him outside, leaning on the fence, leering at her as usual. But it was still odd that he was not in his backyard.

Another thing that seemed strange was that there were rectangular white arches set up all over Judge Thorsky's back lawn. They were about waist height and appeared to resemble hurdles.

Suddenly Olivia was reminded of something. She had first met Judge Thorsky in the courtroom, when he was presiding over her public nudity hearing. After listening to the details of her case, he had decided to force Olivia to run an obstacle course. He had made sure that the bleachers were full of spectators. A couple of local news crews had even filmed her and put her athletic performance on Vulmonian television. And Judge Thorsky had given her nothing more than a string bikini to wear. An extremely skimpy thong bikini.

The first part of the course had consisted of jumping over and crawling under hurdles. The only thing that supported her breasts had been the tiny ill-fitting bikini top. The thin flimsy scrap of cloth had done nothing to prevent the jiggling of her buxom breasts. As she ran and jumped over the hurdles, the bouncing of her big boobs had been both embarrassing and uncomfortable. And that had been several weeks ago, before Olivia was expecting. But now that she was pregnant, performing a feat like that would be extremely difficult. With the changes in her hormones, her breasts were bigger than ever. Not to mention the fact that they were much more sensitive and tender. Surely Judge Thorsky would not require her to jump over hurdles for her morning exercise, would he?

Olivia could see something else set up on the lawn. It appeared that a net was spread out horizontally a couple of feet up off of the grass. The net was held up by long thin white pegs that had been driven into the ground. Through the holes in the net, Olivia could see that the grass underneath had been dug up from that section of the lawn. In lieu of the green sod was slimy looking dark mud. It took Olivia a moment, but she soon realized what would be expected to do. Oh my god, she thought to herself. The judge was going to make her crawl under the net, face down in that dirty dank muck. She prayed that she was wrong.

Sitting a few feet from the net were several a buckets of water. Most likely, those would be dumped on her to get the mud off. Olivia grimaced.

And, as if all of that had not been bad enough, sitting behind the net and the hurdles near the back end of the yard was a small single person trampoline. This has to be a joke, Olivia thought. There was no way she could bounce up and down on a trampoline with her breasts being so big and full. Olivia began to sweat. She was not looking forward to her workout. She hoped against hope that the paraphernalia spread out across the back lawn had nothing to do with her mandatory exercise.

"So Isaak, what exactly is slut wearing around her waist and pussy?" the man with the mustache asked. He leaned forward and quizzically stared at Olivia's crotch.

"Ah, good question, Rivda. Well," the judge began as he poured some cream into his coffee, "I'm afraid that we've had some problems trying to control slut's libido. The silly girl is just so horny all of the time."

"It's what American girls are known for." The black haired man looked at Olivia as he chewed on a strip of bacon. He raised an eyebrow and wiggled it suggestively.

"They're some of the randiest girls in the world," agreed the bearded bald man.

"So, to prevent her from giving into some of her more promiscuous predilections, I had slut fitted with a state of the art chastity belt. She's been wearing it for just a little over five weeks. Isn't that right, slut?"

Olivia took in a deep breath as she tried not to scream. "Yes, Your Honor." Her voice was low, but shaking with suppressed rage.

"So it doesn't matter how horny she gets. I have complete and total control over slut's cunt." Judge Thorsky sat back is his chair with a self-satisfied smile.

"But is there a possibility that someone could cut through it?" asked the dark haired man. "What's it made of?"

"Well Mardo, I think you'd need some pretty heavy-duty power tools," laughed the judge. "You're not going to cut through titanium steel with a simple saw."

Silently, Olivia cursed to herself. She did not realize that the chastity belt was made of such a durable substance. There was no way she was going to get it off with mere bolt cutters.

"So, as you gentlemen can see, slut's cunt is safely locked away. Until I decide that it's time to set it free." Judge Thorsky reached between Olivia's legs and knocked on the steel covering her crotch. The action produced a metallic clanging sound, making the men all laugh.

The man with the long grey beard focused on Olivia's unusual attire with a puzzled gaze. "But you said that slut's chastity belt is 'state of the art.' What exactly makes it so cutting edge?"

"Here, take a look at this, Shura." Judge Thorsky reached into his pants pocket and pulled out the remote control for the chastity belt. He handed it over to the bearded man.

"What's this?" Shura asked as he took the gadget form the judge.

"Press the black button," Judge Thorsky said with a wicked grin.

"NO!" Olivia exclaimed. "Not the black button!"

"Why? What does it do?" Shura looked over at the judge with a baffled expression. Judge Thorsky simply smirked and encouragingly nodded his head. "Ah well, I guess we'll see," the bald man shrugged as he pressed the round black circle on the remote.

"AHHHHH!" Olivia screamed as her vulva was excruciatingly shocked.

Shura seemed completely bewildered. "What on earth just happened? What did it do to her?"

"It's nothing to worry about, I can assure you," said the judge. "You simply administered a very painful, but harmless, jolt of electricity to slut's pussy."

Rivda combed his fingers through his mustache as he watched Olivia doubled over with pain. "Is slut going to be alright?" he inquired, not sounding overly concerned.

"Oh, don't you gentlemen worry. The electrical shocks don't cause any permanent damage. I can assure you that slut will be just fine." The judge swiveled in his chair to look over at Olivia. "Isn't that right, slut? You'll recover. The pain is just temporary."

"Yes, Your Honor," Olivia growled. She was not facing him directly. But she glared at him from the corner of her eye.

Mardo smoothed a hand over his short jet black hair. He glanced down at the controller in Shura's hand. "Hey Issak, what does the pink button do?"

"Well Mardo, there's only one way to find out ..." the judge grinned.

Olivia panicked. She did not want any of these men to see her in the throes of ecstasy. She did not want them to see her lose control of herself. "Your Honor, no ..."

"Be quiet, slut!" Judge Thorsky barked. "Do you want us to zap your pussy again?" Olivia immediately clamped her mouth shut.

Shura passed the remote across the table and Mardo accepted it eagerly. He pointed the device directly at Olivia's groin and pushed the rose colored button. The men at the table leaned forward as they focused all of their attention on the American teen.

Olivia closed her eyes and tried to think of something else. Anything else. Anything to distract her from the vibrator between her thighs, which had just been activated. As the steel gusset buzzed away, she tried her desperately not to focus on the erotic physical sensations taking place below her waist.

She concentrated her thoughts on her home back in America. Her old life, before she made the mistake of coming to Vulmonia. She tried to think about her classmates from high school. What were they all up to now? Her two best friends needed to work all summer to pay for their first year of college. Olivia had pitied them at first. Since she was going to be attending a state school in her hometown, Olivia's college costs were going to be much more inexpensive. She had planned to live at home with her parents. And she would not be paying out-of-state student fees. Nor would she be burdened with the cost of a private university tuition. That was the only reason that she could afford to spend her summer traveling around Eastern Europe. But now Olivia envied her friends with their grueling service industry jobs. Even if their summer break was all work and no play, her friends were no doubt having a much better time than Olivia was.

She tried to envision what her freshman year of college might be like come autumn. Had she chosen the best major? Would she do well in her classes? Would it be easy to make friends, even if she was living off campus at her parents house? Or would she have a better chance at a more active social life if she was living in the college's dorm instead? Would she get along with her professors?

But the disturbing reality was that if Olivia wanted to attend college in the fall, she would need to find a way to get the chastity belt off of her before meeting up with Dr. Brovachik. If not, then she would never get to study at any college. She would never enroll in classes. She would never earn a degree. In Vulmonia, her only experience of university consisted of being humiliated and paraded around naked on stage in a lecture auditorium full of ogling male medical students.

She directed her thoughts to her family's house; her childhood home where she had grown up. It was an unremarkable three bedroom bungalow, situated on a typical suburban street, surrounded by other identical looking homes. Her neighborhood was located in a sleepy little town in the northern part of New York State. It was a town where nothing ever exciting happened. The most thrilling event to happen all year was usually the annual Thanksgiving Day parade.

Up until that summer, Olivia's entire life had revolved around family and school. Since childhood, had yearned for adventure. So when she turned eighteen and graduated from high school, she decided to travel on her own through Eastern Europe. But now she desperately longed to have her old life back. Even if her situation back home was routine and mundane.

She tried to imagine what her family might be doing. Olivia's sister was four years older and an obnoxious know-it-all. Olivia always claimed that she found the older girl's arrogance to be unbearable. But, in truth, she secretly wished that she could emulate her big sister's confidence. Olivia wondered if her smarty-pants sibling would be able to think her way out of the predicament Olivia now found herself in.

Olivia could not even bring herself to think of what her mother or father would have to say about her current situation. Her parents were very overly protective. It was a surprise to everyone, including Olivia, when they finally relented and agreed to let their younger daughter go traveling in Europe alone.

When was the last time she had contacted them? When she was in Latvia, perhaps? And when was that? Over a month and a half ago, at least. Her entire family was probably sick with worry. Did they have any idea which country Olivia was currently in? Did they even know about Vulmonia? Were they aware that the tiny former Soviet nation even existed?

Olivia had never heard of Vulmonia before she began researching and planning her trip. She had only decided to visit the obscure mysterious country on a whim. She had intended on staying in Vulmonia for just a couple of days before moving on to Belarus. But now she might be stuck in Vulmonia for ever. If she ever did make it back home to America, Olivia knew one thing for certain. Her parents would never let her travel anywhere alone ever again. Even if she was legally an adult.

Olivia mulled over all of these thoughts.

But no matter how hard she tried, she could not ignore the rumbling between her legs. The reverberations in her lower lips. The tingling in her clitoris. And the stirring that she felt deep in her belly. As her labored breaths turned into panting, Olivia's muscles began to tense up as she precariously stood on shaking legs.

Shura absentmindedly stroked his long grey beard as he watched the trembling American girl in fascination. Rivda brushed some toast crumbs out of his mustache as he smiled at the spectacle taking place before him. Mardo set down the remote control and surreptitiously began to rub himself through his pants under the table.

Judge Thorsky watched closely, getting ready to give the signal. He wanted to bring Olivia to the brink. But not send her over the edge.

"Oh god!" Olivia moaned. "Oh god! Oh jesus! Oh jesus christ ... I'm so close!" She dropped down to her knees and fell forward onto all fours. She involuntarily arched her back, jutting her breasts out in front. She began thrusting her hips back and forth. Her round rump bobbed up and down, making her cheeks jiggle.

"Is slut actually going to cum?" Shura asked in astonishment.

"Whether or not slut has an orgasm is my decision," Judge Thorsky stated.

"Please!" Olivia panted. "Your ... Honor ... Please!"

"Are you going to let her cum?" Rivda could not take his eyes off of Olivia as he asked his question.

"Let her cum," Mardo's said firmly and decisively. "I want to see slut cum." He did not care if the others saw him touching with himself.

"Yes please, Your Honor! Your breeding slut needs to cum! Oh god I need to cum!" Olivia's arms collapsed as she brought her chest to the ground. This caused her ass to lift even higher up in the air.

"Why is she so horny?" Rivda asked. "When was the last time she came?"

"A little over three weeks ago," Judge Thorsky nonchalantly replied.
All four men all burst out laughing.

"Well no wonder she's so sex-crazed, Isaak!" Shura picked up his mug. "Why not let her cum?" He sipped the strong bitter brew.

"Because she doesn't need to." Judge Thorsky took back the remote, which was laying on the table in front of Mardo. "I only gave her orgasms before because it helped with impregnation. But now that slut is carrying my baby, she doesn't need to climax."

Olivia's eyes flew open as she looked up at the judge. She was so out of breath, she could barely get the words out. "Yes ... I ... do!" she grunted.

"Come on, Isaak, just this one time." Mardo rubbed himself faster as he looked down at Olivia's contorted sweating face. Her thighs were wide apart and her ample backside wiggled enticingly.

"Yes ... please ... Your Honor! Just this ... one time ... OH!" Olivia closed her eyes. She lowered her head and turned her face to the left. She rested her right cheek against the patio as she prepared herself for an overpowering orgasm. "Yes ... yes ... YES!"

"No, no, NO!" Judge Thorsky pushed the pink button on the remote and switched off the vibrator.

"NO!" Olivia wailed in despair. "Turn it back on!" she implored as the four men all slapped their thighs and guffawed.

"I must say, Isaak, I'm impressed. Now I see why slut's chastity belt is so 'state of the art.'" Rivda dipped a corner of his rye bread into the yoke of his fried egg. "Titanium steel. Electric shocks for punishment. A vibrator for clitoral stimulation. That chastity belt's got everything," he said as he took a bite of his toast.

"And that's not all," the judge said. "There's a built-in GPS tracker. So I know where slut is at all times. If she goes anywhere she's not suppose to be, I receive a notification."

"Excellent idea!" Shura gave his beard a couple of more strokes.

"Every woman should have to wear one!" Mardo asserted.

"Isn't that the truth!" Rivda concurred as the four men all laughed and nodded.

Chuckling, Judge Thorsky signaled to Bogdan and then pointed down at his empty coffee cup.

In order to get to the judge's side of the table, Bogdan had to walk around Olivia, who was still down on the ground. She gasped and writhed as she pressed her vulva against the solid steel gusset of the chastity belt. But the sensations were not enough to bring her to climax.

Bogdan looked down longingly at Olivia. There was an expression of pure pity on his face. He wanted nothing more than to kneel down and comfort her. But then he looked up at the stern face of Judge Thorsky, who was glaring at him. Bogdan rushed over to the judge and promptly poured him another cup of coffee.

"But, is the chastity belt comfortable for her?" asked Rivda as he stared down at Olivia. "I mean, it looks a little tight."

"It fit fine five weeks ago." Judge Thorsky lifted his fresh cup of coffee to his lips and blew on his piping hot beverage. "But then slut got pregnant, so she's beginning to outgrow it. I'll have her fitted with a new one in a couple of days."

"Will you have to do that repeatedly throughout the pregnancy?" Shura asked.

"No," said the judge as he took a sip. "The new chastity belt will be extendable. So I can adjust it according to whatever size slut happens to be at the time."

"Ingenious!" Mardo exclaimed. "Did you hear that, slut? You're getting a brand new chastity belt with an adjustable waist."

Olivia buried her face in her hands. She just wanted to get this torturous morning over with. Did the judge not say that he had a busing day at the courthouse? How on earth did he have time to have a leisurely brunch with his friends?

"Oh, slut knows. I told her last night before dinner. Before I caught her with my butler's fingers in her ass. Isn't that right slut?" Judge Thorsky leaned down and gave Olivia's rearend a stinging slap. "She was so keen on the idea of a new chastity belt, she asked me if I could take her to the scientific research laboratory this morning."

"So eager!" Shura smiled.

"But unfortunately I have too much work to do today. So I'll have to take her to the lab later this week." Judge Thorsky placed the remote control back into his pants pocket.

"Well, patience is a virtue," Rivda wisely quoted the old proverb.

"Yes," the judge agreed. "And I think you gentlemen have been patient long enough. Would you all like to see slut's pussy?"

In reply, the three other men loudly cheered in Vulmonian.

Olivia sat back on her haunches and looked up at Judge Thorsky. She silently shook her head no.

"Stand up, slut. Time to take off your chastity belt." Judge Thorsky reached into the breast pocket on the front of his shirt and pulled out the key.

"So, that's the key that unlocks her cunt?" Mardo smiled as he looked at Olivia's embarrassed face.

"The key to her cunt!" Rivda grinned.

"The key to paradise!" Shura ran his fat fingers over his long beard.

Defeated, Olivia grudgingly got to her feet and stood in front of the judge.

"I know how snug this has been fitting you recently. Let's get this off of you so you can have more freedom to move around. You still have to compete your morning exercises, after all." Judge Thorsky said.

The judge brought the key toward the lock located just below Olivia's navel. "Better make sure I get this in the right hole. I don't want to stick you in your belly button," he joked. Despite the laughter around her, Olivia was not amused by Judge Thorsky's witticism.

The judge inserted the narrow end of the small shiny object into the keyhole. He turned it and there was a subtle clicking sound as the device opened. Judge Thorsky unfastened the front of the belt and pulled it down from Olivia's hips. He then pulled the key out of the lock and placed the little piece of metal safely back into his breast pocket.

As the steel contraption was lowered to the ground, the men sitting around the table all whistled and whooped as Olivia's shaved pubic mound came into view. Her face tuned beat red.

"No hair," Shura observed.

"Yes, I make slut shave her cunt twice a week. Isn't that right, slut?" Judge Thorsky looked up at Olivia's scarlet face. "In the evening when she showers, before I use her body, I require her to shave her pussy every Sunday and Wednesday." He gave her inner thigh a quick slap. "Open your legs, slut," he commanded as he sat back down in his chair.

"Yes, Your Honor," Olivia whispered.

Mardo looked between Olivia's thighs with a predatory gaze. "I love a naked cunt!"

Rivda took his napkin out of his lap and wiped his mustache. "I think we all do."

"I don't mind a little hair," Shura shrugged. "But there is something appealing about a nude pussy. I like being able to see everything."

"Yes," Mardo agreed. "Look at how big and red her cunt flaps are. They're glistening like morning dew. She must be dripping wet."

"And see how her inner lips are opening up between her outer lips," Rivda pointed out. "She must be really horny right now!"

Shura leaned over and squinted. The early morning sunlight reflected off of his bald head. "Someone's come out to play," he teased. "I can see the head of her little nub peeking out. I bet she wants someone to touch her clit."

Judge Thorsky reached over to her nearest leg and began caressing Olivia's inner thigh. "Is that true, slut? Would you like one of these gentlemen to touch your clit? Do you want one of them to rub your little wet cunny?"

Olivia inhaled sharply as she vehemently shook her head "no."

"Really?" Judge Thorsky did not sound convinced. So he began stroking her labia majora. "Are you sure, slut? You don't want one of these men to rub your little clitty? Don't you think it would feel good?" As he ran his fingertips over her puffy outer lips, he made sure to avoid the swollen nub that sat between them.

"No," Olivia squeaked.

Judge Thorsky's fingers slid down through her slippery folds. He sought out her moist opening and drove his first two fingers into her warm sheath. Olivia gasped loudly as his fingers filled her feminine passage. Slowly and lightly, he began to massage her Gspot. Olivia closed her eyes, parted her lips and let out a low moan.

"Do you like that, slut?" Judge Thorsky watched as Olivia's bosom heaved up and down. "Does that feel good?"

"Yes," she murmured.

"Do you want to keep feeling good?" He began to rub her faster.

"Yes ..."

"You want us to make your pussy feel good?" His fingers moved more vigorously.

"Oh, yes!" she sighed as the judge pumped his fingers in and out of her.

"Go to Rivda. Let him feel your cunt." Judge Thorsky removed his fingers. Olivia opened her eyes and looked down at her "guardian." He patted her on her behind as he directed her to the mustached man sitting at the table. "Go on, slut."

In a daze, Olivia looked over at Rivda and hesitantly shuffled toward him. Rivda reached down and felt her wet folds of flesh. "Mm, I like this. She's so moist!" Mortified, Olivia looked away. "Soon after getting married, my wife had to undergo an operation. Her monthly bleeding was too much. So the doctors had to remove her womb. That's why we were never able to have any children."

"A pity," Judge Thorsky sympathetically said.

Rivda slipped his thick middle finger into Olivia's snatch. "But getting ourselves a breeding slut would be the perfect solution!"

"I'd highly recommend it." Judge Thorsky gave an encouraging smile as he cut into his omelet.

Mardo impatiently looked over. "I want to feel slut's cunt."

With a flick of his finger, Judge Thorsky gestured for Olivia walk over to the dark haired man. Rivda let out a sigh of disappointment as he reluctantly removed his fingers from Olivia.

Olivia was scared of Mardo. But she was even more frightened of disobeying the judge. With trepidation, she complied and went over to the black haired man. He roughly shoved three fingers into Olivia's vagina. "Ow!" she grunted in discomfort.

"I've never wanted children," Mardo asserted. "And I've never wanted a wife. I travel far too much for work. I'm almost never home." He thrust his fingers in and out, making Olivia squirm. "Besides, family life looks painfully dull. I much prefer the freedom that comes with being a bachelor."

"Don't you get lonely?" asked Rivda.

"Hardly!" he scoffed. "My job regularly sends me to New York and Los Angeles. Do you have any idea how loose American girls are? I mean, look at slut." He gestured at Olivia. "She's a perfect example of an American whore." He removed his fingers and held them up for the others to see. They were shiny with Olivia's arousal fluids. "Look at all of that pussy juice dripping out of her!"

"So, if you don't want kids, why are you looking into getting a breeding slut?" asked Shura.

"May parents are demanding that I give them grandchildren. They won't write me back into their will until I have at least one child. If I don't have any kids before they die, I won't get my inheritance."

"No need to get married, my good man. I certainly didn't," said the judge. "There's no point in getting a wife you don't want. All you need is a breeding slut."

Mardo nodded in agreement as he looked up at Olivia's blushing face.

"My turn!" Shura rubbed his palms together in anticipation. Olivia felt as though she was going to be sick. She did not want to be touched my the long bearded older man.

Judge Thorsky looked down at his plate as he spread a lashing of butter across his toast. "It's time to let Shura feel your cunt, slut." He painted the grainy surface with the soft yellow substance. "Go on, slut. Let him feel your pussy." The judge did not bother to raise his gaze to look at her as he continued to butter his bread.

Dragging her feet, Olivia walked around the table and stood next to Shura's chair. The older man was so bald, Olivia could almost see her reflection in the shiny skin on his head. The big bushy facial hair, which he sported down below, seemed to be an attempt to compensate for whatever follicles he was missing up top.

With his fat fingers, he surprised Olivia by stroking her, not between her legs, but on her belly. "You know, my wife had seven children before she passed away," he told the others as he caressed the sensitive skin on Olivia's lower abdomen. "She died giving birth to our youngest child. A girl."

"What a waste!" Judge Thorsky shook his head.

"It was always a dream of mine to have an even dozen," Shura wistfully revealed. His fingers grazed the top of Olivia's pubic mound. She shivered, desperate to pull away.

"Why on earth would you want so many?" Mardo asked, sounding almost disgusted.

"We all die some day," Shura said as his fingers began to massage Olivia's feminine folds. "When we're dead and gone, the only part of us that lives on is our descendants." His index finger swiped Olivia's clit. She let out a quiet gasp. It wasn't loud, but the men all took notice and smiled. "We're all just dust in the wind. The only part of us that endures is our children, our grandchildren, our great-grandchildren. And so on."

Once again, his finger passed over Olivia's pussy pearl. Olivia tried not to, but she could not help but moan at Shura's touch.

"But I don't understand." Judge Thorsky took a swig of ice cold water from his tumbler. "Why do you need twelve children? Why not just one or two?"

"Isaak, you know that I'm religious," Shura said as he dipped his finger into Olivia's wet opening. He coated his fingertip with her vaginal secretions. "I've always been a Godly man."

The other men sitting around the table all solemnly nodded in agreement as they watched Olivia's hips jerk back and forth.

"Well, in The Old Testament, Jacob had twelve sons," the bearded man explained.

Shura brought his finger back to Olivia's engorged kernel. With the moistened tip of his finger, he began running it up and down her rigid clitoral shaft. Olivia had no choice but to let out a heavy breath that she had been holding in. As she exhaled, she amorously shuddered.

"There are twelve tribes of Isreal," Shura continued.

He stroked her slightly faster. Olivia reached over and grabbed onto his shoulders to steady herself. Her fingers dug in like claws against the fabric of his linen shirt. He stroked her faster still, making her squirm.

"And in The New Testament, Christ had twelve apostles."

He moved his finger down the shaft of Olivia's clitoris. With a feather light touch, he gently stroked her clitoral head. As he softly rubbed her glands, the most sensitive and sensual part of her body, Olivia could not stop herself from crying out. "Oh jesus!" she gasped. "Oh god!"

"Of 'jesus' and 'god' indeed!" Judge Thorsky quipped.

The four men all laughed loudly as Olivia felt her legs give way. But before she could collapse into a heap on the ground, Shura grabbed her by her hips, spun her around and pulled her into his lap. He reached between her legs and continued to masturbate her. Olivia rested the back of her head against his shoulder and closed her eyes.

"So you could imagine that, for a church going man like myself, having twelve children just feels like the right number." Shura slipped his finger back into Olivia to once again wet his finger. Then looking down at Olivia, he asked, "How old are you, slut?"

"Eighteen years o ... oooooh!" she moaned.

"I suppose that might be young enough ... maybe." Strumming her clitoris as fast as he could, Shura said, "If you become my breeding slut in the future, I'll require you to have at least five babies," he told Olivia. "How would you like that, slut?"

"W ... w ... what?" Olivia was confused. "But ... I'm not ... your ... breeding slu ... UH!" she groaned.

"No, not yet. But eventually you'll give birth to Judge Thorsky's son. And when you're finished with breastfeeding, another man will take custody of you and breed you again." Shura stopped stroking Olivia's clit for a moment. She looked up at him in disbelief.

"But only if you're the highest bidder, Shura," Judge Thorsky reminded him. "You have two others who might outbid you," he said, referring to Mardo and Rivda.

Seeing the smirking face of the judge, Olivia finally understood what this breakfast was all about. She was barely one month pregnant with the judge's baby and he was already getting ready to sell her. He was now advertising her services as a breeding slut to other men.

"Of course, the auction won't take place until after she gives birth to a boy." Judge Thorsky looked right into Olivia's face from across the table. Making sure to make eye contact, he narrowed his gaze and smiled. Olivia felt like she might throw up.

"When will you know the sex of the baby?" Rivda asked.

"Maybe at around five months. Perhaps even earlier if the gynecologist uses a transvaginal ultrasound," the judge told them.

"What's that?" asked Mardo.

"A pussy probe," Judge Thorky clarified lewdly.

The other men all chuckled as Shura brought his lips to Olivia's ear and murmured, "Do you enjoy that sort of thing, slut? Having your pussy probed?"

"Of course she does," the judge said with a dismissive wave of his hand. "And I'm sure slut would also love to give birth to your five future children."

Shura resumed rubbing Olivia's clit, bringing her back to the edge. "Would you like that, slut?" he whispered in her ear. Do you want me to breed you? Do you want me to put my staff inside of you and plant my seed in your womb?"

Olivia was so confused with all of the sensations running through her body. She did not know what she was saying. All she did know was that she had not had an orgasm in over three weeks.

"Yes ..." Closing her eyes, she sighed, "Yes ..."

"Five times," Shura intoned. "You'll let me breed you five times?"

"Oh .... mm ...." Olivia was so lost in her climactic build up, she could not form words.

"You're going to give birth to five of my offspring?" Shura's fingers moved skillfully over Olivia's clit.

"Oh yes!" Olivia gasped.

"Are you going to cum?" Shura asked.

"YES!"

"Really?" Shura asked as Olivia writhed around across his thighs.

"YES! Oh god, YES!"

Judge Thorsky shot Shura a stern look of warning from across the table.

"In the future, when you're my breeding slut, I'll make you cum every day, whether you're pregnant or not. But unfortunately, you aren't my breeding slut just yet."

"Oh please!" Olivia begged.

Shura pulled his fingers away from Olivia's body and reached over to the table. He dipped his fingers into his tall glass of frigid water and scooped out a piece of ice. Olivia's eyes were still squeezed shut, so she didn't see it coming. Shura brought his hand back between Olivia's legs and rubbed the icecube all over her clitoris and labia.

"AH!" Olivia shrieked. "AAAAAAH!"

"I need to make sure that you don't cum. Judge Thosky doesn't want you having orgasms." Shura continued to rub the ice all over her privates. Olivia fought to get off of his lap. But he held her in place with his strong left arm wrapped around her waist.

"She definitely won't be having any orgasms now," Mardo laughed. "You're going to giver her frost bite on her clit."

"There's a very fine line between pleasure and pain," Rivda pontificated. "Just embrace it, slut. You might find that you actually enjoy it."

"Stop it! OH! It's freezing!" Olivia tried to elbow Shura, attempting to get away. But he would not release her. "I'm not going to cum anymore!"

"Shut up, slut! You need to cool down. Shura is giving you exactly what you need." Judge Thorsky sat back in his chair and smiled as he watched Olivia futilely try to wriggle away.

The icecube was rapidly melting. Shura took what was left of it and slid it up inside of Olivia's snatch. He placed his hand over her vaginal opening to make sure that the ice would not slip out. As it melted it stung, causing Olivia to howl. Judge Thorsky and his friends all hooted and hollered as they watched naked girl violently thrash about.
"Look at her tits," said Mardo. "Look at them bounce!"

"They are a lovely sight," Judge Thorsky agreed. "You know, slut does have her flaws. She has been difficult to train. And she often fails to behave like a proper lady. But I'll admit, she does have a couple of redeeming qualities."

"More like a pair of redeeming qualities," Rivda joked.

"And what a pair they are!" Mardo added.

The icy burn eventually began to wear off as the cube melted down to nothing more than cold water. Olivia was left with a cool numb feeling down below. She had stopped squirming and was beginning to calm down. She shakily inhaled and exhaled as the muscles in her body began to relax slightly. She lay slumped against Shura. He still had his left arm around her. His hand rested on her belly.

"See? It's not so bad now. Your little pussy is going to be alright." Shura lovingly patted her on her twat. Olivia did not react. She was so numb, she could barely feel anything. "And you don't have to worry about cumming without Judge Thorsky's approval. We wouldn't want that, now would we?"

Olivia stared straight ahead. She was not just physically numb, but emotionally, she began to shut down. She was in shock. Life with Judge Thorsky was terrible. But the judge was eventually going to send her away. And there was a pretty good chance that the next man who was going to breed her might be Shura.

Shura, who was even older than Judge Thorsky. Shura with his bald head and long Moses beard. Shura who wanted to force her to have five more babies. Shura who was "religious" but did not see anything wrong with molesting an eighteen year old girl.

No, Olivia thought to herself. I can't take it anymore, she silently decided. She could not continue on. If she was going to be forced to stay in Vulmonia, there was nothing left for her to live for. She would be better off taking her own life.

Then she remembered Bogdan. She looked over at the tall young butler. He stood a couple of meters away near the entrance to the kitchen. He would not even look at her. Olivia felt so ashamed. She was suppose to be in some sort of romantic relationship with Bogdan. But due to their cruel and unusual situation, the gentle manservant was forced to watch her as she begged for orgasms from other men. He must have thought she was a whore. She had certainly acted like one just now.

But maybe that no longer mattered. If his behavior that morning had been any indication, it seemed as though Bogdan never planned on speaking to her ever again. Perhaps it made no difference if he thought that she was a whore. He had made it pretty clear, earlier in the kitchen, that their relationship was over.

So, Olivia really did have nothing to live for if she remained the tiny backward country. And with the judge forcing her to wear the chastity belt, escape was virtually impossible. Olivia felt dead inside. She could not let herself ruminate on what her fate in Vulmonia might be. The future that these men had planned for her was unthinkable.

"Now that you gentlemen have had a chance to get a decent feel of 'the goods,' I think it's time that we watch an exhibition of slut's fitness level. I'd like to demonstrate to you how healthy and strong slut is."

"I only want the fittest and strongest breeding slut having my babies." Shura put his hand on Olivia's upper arm and felt her bicep. "A good breeding slut is a healthy breeding slut."

"Well, you plan on forcing her to give birth at least five times. A frail girl would never survive being bred by you," Mardo pointed out.

With a wave of his hand, Judge Thorsky directed their attention to the back lawn. "This morning I had my manservant construct a simple yet challenging obstacle course."

Olivia fixed her gaze on Bogdan and gave him a dirty look. She knew that he had only been following his employer's instructions. But she still felt betrayed, hearing that Bogdan was the one who set up the obstacle course.

Judge Thorsky looked over at the the various apparatuses on the lawn. And then back over at Olivia. "Hm ... I think we'll make slut run through it ten times. That should prove to you all that she's in robust health."

Olivia's stomach dropped. Ten times? was the judge insane? Her bulging breasts ached just thinking about all the running and jumping that she was about to be forced to do. And the humiliation of crawling through the mud under the net.

Suddenly Bogdan cleared his throat. Looking down at the watch on his left wrist, he said, "Your Honor, I'm terribly sorry to interrupt, but ..."

"Then don't!" Mardo did not even bother to look at the domestic servant as he spoke.

"What the hell do do want?" Judge Thorsky sneered at his disobedient butler.

"It's just that it's a quarter to nine. And you said that your schedule today at the courthouse is really busy. So, I figured that I'd better ..."

"Fine, fine, fine," Judge Thorsky muttered.

Olivia closed her eyes and exhaled in relief. Finally a little luck. Something had actually gone her way for once. She was going to be spared the pain and humiliation of running the obstacle course. Not to mention jumping up and down on the trampoline.

"We'll postpone the fitness demonstration ... for now. But don't think you're getting off that easy, slut," he said to Olivia. "Bright and early tomorrow morning, you're going to complete this obstacle course. And you're going to go through it as many times as I see fit."

"I'm available. I'll be back here tomorrow morning," Rivda said.

"So will I," Mardo told the judge.

"Watching the unclothed female form in motion is a beautiful thing." Shura smiled creepily at Olivia. "I'll definitely be back here tomorrow to witness your nude performance. I wouldn't miss it for the world!"

Olivia silently cursed. Judge Thorsky could never just let her catch a break.

"Bogdan, go get slut her porridge," ordered the judge. "She needs her breakfast. If she doesn't eat, then my baby doesn't eat."

Olivia watched with disappointed as the manservant hurried into the kitchen. Since Bogdan had now decided to no longer disobey the judge, her delicious secret breakfasts were now probably a thing of the past.

"Come over here, slut. Time to lock you back into your chastity belt." Judge Thorsky picked up the metallic undergarment, crouched down and held it out for Olivia.

The American teenager pouted as she trudged over and stepped into the leg holes. Judge Thorsky pulled the steel device up over her hips and fastened the clasp at the front. He then pulled the key out of his pocket, inserted it into the lock and turned it in a clockwise motion.

Hearing the familiar click, he said, "Locked back in, safe and sound!" He smiled as he dropped the key back into his breast pocket on the front of his shirt, just a couple of inches below his left shoulder. "No one's getting to that cunt anytime soon. Now I don't need to worry about Dr. Brovachik trying to finger your horny little pussy. Unfortunately for him, the good doctor only gets to play with your titties today," snickered the judge as he sat back down at the table.

Bogdan appeared in the doorway of the kitchen holding a ceramic bowl. The silver shiny handle of a spoon was sticking out and steam rose up off of the top. The bowl looked unusually large. It looked like, on that particular morning, Olivia was getting a double portion of porridge. Great, Olivia sarcastically thought to herself. Tasteless grey mush. Could they not have given her a bowl of Wheaties instead? Just for variety? Why did the judge always insist on porridge? Porridge, the breakfast of breeding sluts. Apparently.

Bogdan began walking toward the table at a quick pace. As he rapidly made his way over, the tow of his right loafer got caught on the edge of an unevenly laid patio stone. As he continued forward, he stumbled suddenly, losing his balance. The normally athletic and graceful young man clumsily fell forward, landing awkwardly on his right knee.

The bowl of porridge, which previously had been wedged securely between the butler's agile hands, was now airborne. As Olivia watched her bland breakfast sail through the air, a look of pure delight spread across her face. As if it had been shot from a catapult, the bowl arced high above the table. As it soared past with a woosh, up over their heads, the unappetizing contents began to emerge from the dish. A flying nebulous blob, most of the hot grey goop escaped from the bowl. And as gravity took hold, forcing the flavorless slop to descend, a good portion of Olivia's porridge splattered across Judge Thorsky's burly chest.

The American girl had to clamp her hands over her mouth to keep herself from laughing out loud.

The nearly empty bowl landed on the ground behind Judge Thorsky's chair and shattered into hundreds of pieces. The spoon chimed musically as it skipped a few times across the patio stones.

Judge Thorsky's face turned from a pleasant pink to an enraged red. He opened his mouth and let out a string of Vulmonian obscenities. As he screamed in his mother tongue, he cussed out his terrified butler.

Flustered, Bogdan began to apologize profusely in his native language as he staggered to his feet.

"After what I caught you doing last night, you go and pull a stunt like this?" Judge Thorsky hollered in English. He clearly wanted Olivia to understand what was being said. Probably to scare her.

"Your Honor, it was an accident. I'm sorry!" Bogdan ran over to the table and grabbed a handful of napkins. He then began trying to wipe up some of the mess off of the judge's chest.

"Are you stupid? What do you think you're doing? Don't touch me!" Judge Thorsky spat spitefully.

"Sorry, Your Honor." Bogdan scrambled over to collect the pieces of the broken dish, which were scattered across the patio behind the judge's chair.

"No, you imbicile!" Judge Thorsky barked. "We don't have time for that right now. Go get me a clean shirt. NOW! I'm going to be late for work!"

"Yes, right away, Your Honor." Bogdan dropped the broken ceramic pieces back onto the ground.

"It's soooo hard to find good help these days," Mardo said contemptuously as he watched Bogdan dash back into the house.

"Isn't that the truth," muttered the judge.

Olivia tried her best to laugh silently. But she could not stop her entire body from shaking. After all of the pain and embarrassment that Judge Thorsky had put her through, it felt good to finally see him experience some misfortune of his own. Olivia knew that a bit of spilled oatmeal was not a major humiliation. But nonetheless, she was going to enjoy this little schadenfreude for all that it was worth.

"What are you sniggering at, Miss Williams?" the judge demanded to know as he stood up and began to unbutton his shirt. He was so angry, he had forgotten to call her "slut." And instead used her real name.

"Nothing, Your Honor," she giggled.

"Well, you won't be laughing when I get home this evening. You thought I got rough with you last night? Last night is going to seem like a romantic honeymoon compared to what I'm going to do to you tonight after supper." He tore off his ruined shirt and balled it up into a wrinkled mass.

"Will this one do, Your Honor?" Bogdan sprinted out of the house onto the patio. He presented his employer with a fresh garment, still in its clear drycleaning bag.

"I guess it'll have to," Judge Thorsky growled.

He violently flung his dirty piece of clothing at his butler. Bogdan caught it with his free hand and handed over the unsullied replacement.

"You're on thin ice, Bogdan." Judge Thorsky ripped off the plastic covering, unfastened the top button and removed the clean shirt from its hanger. He then jammed his arms into the sleeves and yanked it up over his shoulders. "I remember when I first hired you a year ago. You gave me some big sob story about how your family is so poor and that you need to help your sick mother. You told me how hard you would work for me because this job is so important to you." The judge fiercely thumbed the small white buttons through their corresponding holes and tucked the clean new shirt into his pants.

"This job is important to me, Your Honor. Please, this was an accident. And last night ... well ... last night was a mistake. I promise, Your Honor, I'll never do anything like that ever again."

Olivia could not help but roll he eyes as Bogdan grovelled.

"Please don't fire me, Your Honor! My family needs the money that I earn from this job. From now on, I'll only do as you say! I'll follow your orders to the letter!"

Olivia no longer found the situation funny. Bogdan was the closest thing she had ever had to a boyfriend. And now the things he was saying broke her heart. "A mistake?" What he had done with her was "a mistake?" She knew that he could not afford to lose his job. But hearing his words still upset her. Tears stung her eyes as she listened to what he said.

"I might be willing to forgive you," Judge Thorsky said, sounding indecisive. "But you're going to have to earn that forgiveness."

"I'll do whatever it takes," Bogdan vowed.

"We'll discuss the details of that later," Judge Thorsky said as he smoothed down the front of his new shirt. Bogdan's show of submission seemed to calm the judge down, somewhat. "I need to see my guests out. And you need to drive Miss Williams to the university. Have you laid out her clothes on the basement bed?"

"Yes, Your Honor," Bogdan replied as began to uncrumple Judge Thorsky's porridge stained shirt.

"You hear that, slut? After you and Bogdan get this mess cleaned up, go into the basement and get dressed. I guess no breakfast for you, this morning. Unfortunately we're all running short on time."

"Yes, Your Honor." Olivia lowered herself to her knees and snatched up the runaway spoon. She then began picking up the pieces of the broken bowl.

Turning to his guests, the judge said, "I'll escort you gentlemen to the front door. Like I said, we'll continue our display of slut's athletic abilities tomorrow morning. But unfortunately, thanks to my incompetent servant, I am now running behind schedule."

"No problem, Isaak," said Rivda as he stood up from his seat. "It'll be nice to have something to look forward to for tomorrow."

"You're way too permissive with your staff." Mardo got to his feet and straightened his trousers. "I'd fire that one if I were you," the dark haired man advised as he pointed an accusing finger directly at Bogdan. "You can't trust him to be alone with your breeding slut. Hell, you can't even trust him with serving breakfast!"

The butler apprehensively clenched the dirty clothing between his tense fingers. He anxiously looked over at Judge Thorsky.

"Ah, but then I'd have to train someone brand new. And who has time for that?" Judge Thorsky said rhetorically as he directed his visitors toward the kitchen.

Before entering the house, Shura turned to Olivia. "It was nice meeting you, slut. I can't wait to see your fitness demonstration tomorrow. I know I'll be having sweet dreams tonight." He blew her a kiss, making his friends erupt with laughter. Horrified, Olivia shuddered in disgust.

"Alright, let's go," Judge Thorsky chuckled as he led them through the kitchen, down the hallway and into the foyer.

After seeing his friends out via the front door, Judge Thorsky strode over to the garage entrance. Along the way, he grabbed his brief case and suit jacket, which Bogdan had dutifully placed in the hall nearby. The judge quickly entered the garage, opened his vehicle's driver side door and jumped in. He pushed the button to open the garage and the large metal door noisily lifted up. Judge Thorsky backed out of his driveway and turned onto the street. Putting his car in drive, he stepped on the excelerator and sped off toward the courthouse.

With her hands full of ceramic shards, Olivia stormed into the kitchen. She flung the shattered remains of the bowl into the sink. The broken pieces landed against the stainless steel surface with a loud clatter.

"Olivia," Bogdan said breathlessly as he followed after her. "Olivia, I'm sorry!"

"So, I was a mistake, huh?" She slammed the handle of the faucet, setting forth a torrent of warm water. "You're pathetic!" She pounded on the liquid soap dispenser, catching a lemony scented glob in the middle of her palm. She rubbed her hands together aggressively. "Watching you beg for mercy from that monster. Don't you have any respect for yourself?" She roughly jerked the metal handle, turning off the tap. She dried her hands on a dish towel and then lobbed the cloth onto the counter. "You're such a weakling. I can't believe I ever found you attractive!"

"Olivia, that's not fair! You know my situation. It's not my fault that the judge is the way he is. I hate the way he treats you!" As Bogdon clutched the cotton fabric in his hands, he could feel the porridge on the judge's shirt grow cold. "I'm just as much of a victim as you are. I also have to do as he says. You know I'm only following orders."

"Uh!" Olivia grunted in disgust. "You're the worst!"

"I know you're upset right now. But can't we talk about this?"

"I thought we weren't suppose to talk. I thought the judge gave you strict orders not to speak with me." Olivia began making her way toward the basement.

"Well, obviously we can talk now that the judge isn't home."

"I have absolutely nothing to say to a man who can't even stand up for his girlfriend." Olivia grabbed the knob and swung open the door to the basement.

"Olivia, don't you think I want to stand up for you? Of course I do! But if I go against Judge Thorsky, he'll make our lives even more miserable. You know that!"

Olivia said nothing as she stepped through the door.

"Olivia, I'm sorry. Just talk to me. Say something!"

The only reply Olivia gave him was a stoney stare right before she slammed the basement door shut with all of her might. From the other side, he could hear Olivia forcefully stomp down the stairs.

Bogdan was left standing alone in the hallway, grasping the judge's dirty garment. He realized that he had behaved selfishly. He knew that he had treated Olivia unfairly, putting his own needs above hers. Feeling guilty, he silently admonished himself and bowed his head in shame.

Lowering his gaze, he shifted his focus down. He stared at his clenched hands. He also stared at what was in his hands. The shirt. Judge Thorsky's soiled shirt. It was all crusty with the spilled porridge, which had now dried.

As he studied the wrinkled blue material, something began to dawn on him. Slowly but surely, it eventually occurred to Bogdan exactly what it was that he was holding.