Olivia in Vulmonia Ch. 08

Temor went into the back room to retrieve something. He came back out with a bottle of lubricant. It was not often that women came into Temor's bar. But when they did, after serving them drinks that were usually too strong, Temor and his regular customers often enjoyed doing things to them. These things did not necessarily require lube. However, lube did definitely come in handy for the things that usually happened to ladies unfortunate enough to wander into Temor's establishment.

Temor tossed the bottle over to Sergov. Sergov squirted some of the cold gel onto Olivia's asshole. "Ah!" she yelped in surprise. He slid two fingers into her back passage and began stretching her. "Oh god, please stop!" Olivia wailed. Then he applied some of the slippery liquid to his dick. Placing the head of his cock at her backdoor, he asked her something in Vulmonian.

"He wants to know if anyone has ever fucked your ass before," Gregus said.

"Never! No!" Olivia said hysterically.

Then she heard Sergov, from behind her, say something in English. It was just one word. "Good!"

Then he pushed. Olivia grunted in discomfort, but he kept pushing. "Please tell him to stop," she begged Gregus. "Please tell him to sto... Ooooh!" she squealed as the head of his cock popped through her sphincter. His dick was now thoroughly lodged in her ass. It was an extremely odd sensation. Olivia could not figure out if it was pain or pleasure she was feeling. Maybe both. Sergov slowly moved his member in and out as he sodomized the voluptuous American teen.

Temor walked over to the table where Olivia was bent over and stood with his pelvis at Olivia's eye level. He took his cock out of his pants and held it in front of Olivia's face. "Open!" he commanded in English. Olivia shut her mouth in defiance. Temor said something to Sergov in Vulmonian. Sergov nodded and began to violently slap Olivia's ass. This was no gentle spanking. Sergov did not hold back as he thrashed Olivia's rump.

"OW!" she screamed. "Fine! Alright!" And she opened her mouth to receive the bald bartender's cock. He shoved it in and began to deep throat her, causing her to gag.

Sergov continued to smack Olivia's posterior, but with slightly less force. He enjoyed watching her cheeks bounce. He soon began ramming into her ass more quickly. It was clear that he was close. As his thrusts became more frantic, he gripped the globes of her ass as tightly as he could, digging his fingers into her pale flesh. He threw his head back and roared as he came in her tight passage. His hot seed burned in her poor abused orifice. As he pulled out, he gave her ass one last slap and sat down in one of the chairs, breathing heavily.

As Temor continued to fuck her face, Gregus walked over. As he stood behind Olivia, he stroked the skin of her red, sore derriere. Picking up the bottle of lube, he coated his rod. As he began to insert himself into her ass, Olivia wanted to protest. But her mouth was full of Temor's cock. The initial penetration was not as uncomfortable this time because Sergov had already loosened her up a bit. But it was still a strange feeling. With both her mouth and ass full of dick, Olivia had never felt so used and dirty in all her life.

Olivia's throat began to ache as Temor thrust into her mouth harder and faster. He started pulling her hair as he got closer to his climax. His pubic hair rubbed against her face. She squeezed her eyes shut. Just as he began to cum, he pulled back just enough so that the tip of his penis was no longer down her throat but in her mouth. As he ejaculated onto her tongue, Olivia got the full taste of his seed. "Swallow!" he ordered as he pulled out of her mouth. Olivia cringed and she tried to force the salty, bitter goop down her throat. He wiped the tip of his cock clean on the side of her face and went behind the bar to pour himself a well earned drink.

As Gregus pounded Olivia's ass, he began to insult her in both Vulmonian and English. Sometimes he would say something in his native language. But he was courteous enough to translate it for her into English. "Dirty American slut," he growled. "Filthy foreign whore," he grunted while slapping her ass. "Stupid tourist cunt."

He grabbed her hair and pulled her head up and back, lifting her upper torso off the table. He reached around in front of her and grabbed her big boobs. His fingers searched for her nipples. When he found the sensitive little nubs, he pinched them. Olivia started howling. Her cries of pain were enough to push him over the edge. As Gregus came in Olivia's back entrance, he pinched and squeezed her tit toppers with reckless abandon. Olivia screamed in agony as Gregus unleashed his load into her.

As he pulled out of her bottom, the last few spurts of his ejaculate landed on her red plump ass cheeks. He smiled as he watched the white liquid trickle down her thoroughly punished behind. Olivia could not stand up. She remained bent over the table and began to weep. She had no idea when she woke up that morning that a visit to the doctor could result in such a horrible misadventure.

After a brief discussion, the three men grabbed Olivia and flipped her over onto her back. She was laying on the table face up. When she tried to cover her breasts and pussy they swatted her hands away. She silently stared up at the ceiling. Sergov sat down on a nearby chair and pulled it right up to the table. Olivia's right tit was directly in front of him. Gregus pulled up a chair right across from his coworker. He looked down at Olivia's left breast and gave it a lighthearted slap. The men all chuckled as they watched her left mammary jiggle.

Temor retrieved a bottle of vodka and three glasses from behind the bar. He sat down at the table near Olivia's right hip. He handed a glass to each of the custodians. He poured some vodka for them and then poured some for himself. The three men clinked glasses and drank. Then he looked down at Olivia's crotch and said something.

"He says you let five men fuck your pussy tonight," Gregus interpreted. "You must feel very dirty down there. You should probably clean out your cunt." And with that, Temor held the bottle over Olivia's vulva and began pouring vodka all over Olivia's red, sore snatch. Olivia shrieked as the alcohol burned her thoroughly used pussy. Her cunt had taken such a pounding that evening. The skin of her labia and the tissue around her womanly opening was all irritated. When the vodka made contact with her throbbing flesh, it was absolutely excruciating. The men all bust out laughing as they watched Olivia squeal and wriggle around on the table.

Then Temor walked back over to the bar and got the bowl with all of the money. Sitting back down at the table, he set the glass vessel down and pulled out all of the cash. He began counting out their earnings, dropping each bill onto Olivia's abdomen as he counted. After dividing the currency into three equal shares, he handed each custodian eighty-three Vulmonian ruettes, keeping the third share for himself. The three men happily pocketed their hard earned loot and once again clinked glasses.

Sergov picked up the deck of playing cards and suggested they play a couple of friendly hands of Vulmonian poker, seeing as how the three of them had just come into some unexpected money. As the three men laughed and joked during their card game, they acted, for the most part, as if Olivia was not even there. Occasionally one of them would reach down and grope a breast or finger her pussy. But most of the time they just used her body as if it was the surface of the table. They tossed cards onto her stomach as they were dealt out. And they laid down their cards on her breasts and pelvis when it was time to show their hand.

When Sergov lost a round, he slapped Olivia's right tit in frustration. She whimpered as her nipple stiffened as her breast wobbled. Olivia's face flushed and she unconsciously moved her hips ever so slightly. Even though the action was subtle, the three men took notice.

"We never did make you cum, did we?" commented Gregus. Olivia remained silent, staring upwards. "I did promise that if you asked to get fucked, we would let you come." Olivia still did not reply. "Where are my manners? I cannot have you leave here thinking that we Vulmonians don't keep our word. Just imagine what you would tell all the other Americans when you get home," Gregus said with mock concern. "Now, I saw you get turned on when Sergov hit your tit just now. Maybe a good hard spanking will get you off."

"No, please! I don't need to cum!" Olivia implored.

Gregus spoke to Sergov and Temor in their language. The three men all stood up. Sergov grabbed Olivia's right thigh. Temor walked around the table and grabbed her left. They pried her legs wide apart. Gregus stood directly between Olivia's splayed thighs and began to spank her pussy. He spanked her all over her nether lips and her pubic mound. Each time his hand made contact with her clitoris, it was if the sensitive nub was shooting electricity through her body. Olivia's body writhed as she cried out. Over and over he slapped her cunt. Sometimes for variety her would smack her inner thighs or lower abdomen. But most of his swats were focused on her twat and her clit in particular.

Before long, she was lifting up her hips, eagerly meeting the palm of his hand. The three men were surprised and amused by her forward action. They all laughed as Olivia amorously moaned. Gregus increased the strength and pace of his slaps. As his hand landed on Olivia's pussy over and over again, she began panting and gasping. "Oh god!" she shouted. "Oh my fucking god!"

Sergov said something to Temor. The bartender nodded. Still holding onto a soft fleshy thigh with one hand, each of the men used their free hand to grab onto a nipple. Sergov counted down from three in Vulmonian. Then he and Temor twisted Olivia's nipples as hard as they could. Olivia shrieked as she had one of the strongest orgasms of her life. "Oooooh ... Aaaaaaah ... Uuuuuh..." she screamed incoherently as her back arched. With her eyes shut tight, she felt the waves of pleasure violently crash over her body.

As the men watched Olivia's clenched, arched body with fascination, they could feel their own arousal returning. As the buxom teen shuddered and shook with the aftershocks of her climax, their cocks began to stiffen again. Gregus ceased spanking her twat and Sergov and Temor let go of her legs. Olivia laid on the table with her eyes closed, panting. She did not notice the three men rubbing themselves as they each got a second wind.

"Down on your knees," Gregus ordered.

"What?" Olivia sleepily replied. Then she opened her eyes and saw that each of the three men had gotten out their erect members. "No!" Olivia cried. "Not again!"

"On your knees! We'll go easy on you this time," Gregus said.

Olivia got up off the table and knelt down on the filthy tavern floor. The three men stood right in front of her and began stroking themselves right in front of her face. Olivia squeezed her lips tight together, and closed her eyes. As they aggressively jerked their cocks, Olivia dreaded what was to come. Temor was the first to shoot his load. The bartender shot his seed all over the left side of her face. Sergov painted her nose, lips and chin with his contribution.

"Open your mouth and stick out your tongue," Gregus instructed. Olivia did not move. "Now, cunt!" he barked. Startled, Olivia slowly pulled her lips apart and timidly stuck out her tongue. Gregus coated the velvety soft sensory organ with his hot sticky semen. She grimaced at the unpleasant taste. "Don't swallow just yet," he commanded. As Olivia knelt on the dirty floor, her tongue jutting out from her mouth, the bitter fluid making her gag, it felt like an eternity. Finally, after the three men all had a good chuckle at her comical looking appearance, Gregus told Olivia to swallow. As she forced down the horrible tasting liquid, she honestly thought she might be sick.

As the three men put their cocks away and buttoned up their pants, they talked and joked in their native tongue. Then the two custodians shook hands with the bartender and they headed for the exit. Olivia did not know what to do. She certainly did not want to go with them. But she also did not want to stay at the bar with Temor. She stood up and hurried after Gregus and Sergov.

"What about my clothes?" she worriedly inquired.

Gregus said something to Temor. The bald man reached behind the bar where he had stashed the T-shirt and shorts and tossed them at Olivia. She quickly put them back on.

Temor walked out from behind the bar holding a pair of scissors. Olivia was confused as he approached her. Gregus and Sergov looked on with interest. Temor reached out and grabbed the material of her T-shirt just over her right breast. He pulled the material away from her body and began to cut away at the thin fabric. The other two men began snickering. The bartender cut a large hole. When he let go of the flimsy T-shirt, Olivia's right breast was completely exposed. The men all burst out laughing. Temor then performed the same alteration to the left side of the garment. Her left tit hung vulgarly out of her T-shirt through the newly made hole.

Gregus excitedly grabbed the scissors and walked behind Olivia. He grabbed the seat of her spandex shorts and began snipping away, leaving her rump completely bare.

Not one to be outdone, Sergov took the scissors and cut a giant hole out of the crotch of Olivia's shorts. As the three men circled Olivia, admiring each other's handy work, they congratulated each other on their fine craftsmanship.

"How do you like the improvements we made to your outfit?" Gregus grinned at Olivia. Olivia looked down at the ground and hunched her shoulders.

Sergov looked at his watch and said something to his coworker. Gregus nodded. The two custodians thanked Temor in Vulmonian and began walking toward the door. Olivia hurried after them, cupping her exposed tits.

Outside in the parking lot, as they strode toward the truck, Olivia scurried along behind them. Sergov entered the passenger side and Gregus got in on the driver's side, sliding in behind the wheel. They both slammed their doors behind them. Olivia ran over to the passenger side. "Wait!" she called out. Panicked, she knocked on the door.

Sergov rolled down his window. Gregus leaned over. "It's almost two A.M. We have to go," he said unapologetically.

"But you have to take me back to my hotel," Olivia desperately said.

"Your hotel is in the opposite direction of where we're headed. If we take you to your hotel, it'll be ages before we get home."

"But you have to!" Olivia insisted.

"Our wives will be wondering where we are. What kind of husbands would we be if we didn't get home until almost three in the morning," he asked rhetorically.

"I have no way to get back!" Olivia wailed.

"Listen, you spoiled American bitch!" Gergus shouted. "Maybe you're on vacation. But we have to get up for work in the morning. We're not driving you," he said decisively. Olivia grabbed onto the handle and tried to open the passenger door.

Suddenly Sergov swung the door open. Surprised, Olivia jumped back to avoid getting hit. The older man exited the vehicle and stalked over to where Olivia stood. "No ride," he growled at her in English. Then he pulled his right hand back and wound up. His fingers curled together. As he brought his fist forward, he punched Olivia right on her bare cunt. Olivia howled in pain as she fell backwards onto her ass. Her hands clutched her pussy as her entire vulva throbbed in agony.

Sergov smirked looking down at her and then reentered the truck. He slammed the door shut. The truck circled around Olivia a couple of times. Gregus unrolled his window and shouted, "Welcome to Vulmonia! Enjoy your stay!"

Olivia sat in the gravel, trying to sooth her bruised privates. As she bent her head and sobbed, she could hear the two men roaring with laughter as they drove away.