Vice Chancellor Gallieni cleared his computer, got up from his desk, and walked over to the wet bar.  He was inside of his private study at his mansion, a palace of luxury and function on this world.  It was all bought and paid for out of his private funds, funds accumulated from a lifetime of hard work.

The Vice Chancellor removed his shoes, his trousers, and his shirt and tie.  He folded his clothing neatly and placed them on a chair by the bar.  He removed his underpants, wearing only his socks and undershirt.  He took a clean glass from behind the wet bar, dropped in two ice cubes, and poured himself a glass of whiskey.  He took a clean white towel from the closet, went back to his desk, and sat down in front of the computer terminal.

Gallieni was sixty-two years old.  He was lean and in fairly good shape.  He wore his grey beard close-cropped.  What hair he had left was worn very, very short.  He still exercised regularly, and he still liked a glass of whiskey over ice on occasion.

Gallieni had finished college on Earth with honors.  With a mixture of hard work, some politicking, and a bit of occasional backstabbing, he had acquired wealth and power with the exploration company.  He had influence and power.  He married at age twenty-seven, and remained married to the same woman for twenty-eight years.  She had borne him two children, who were grown and working on their own.  The Vice Chancellor had never cheated on his wife.  She had died suddenly three months after their twenty-eighth anniversary.

At age sixty, Gallieni had decided to renew his sex life.  He discovered a passion for voyeurism.  He sat at his desk, took a sip of whiskey, and turned his private computer to a special channel.  What came into view on his screen was the nude figure of the Drop Ship Commander he had just managed to free from prison.  He draped the white towel over his right thigh, took another sip of whiskey, and began to slowly fondle himself as he watched the screen.

Laura had stripped in front of the four strangers, completely unashamed.  Let them look at her filthy and abused body.  The one nurse smiled, guided her to the bathroom, and turned on the shower.  The nurse showed Laura a white terry robe, brand new, hanging on the door, and pointed to a collection of soaps, shampoos, and lotions.  Laura hopped into the hot shower and let the clean water wash over her.

Gallieni did not have a camera inside of the shower.  He opened another screen and checked on some news.  He would return to watching the girl when she had finished her shower.

Laura took a forty-five minute hot shower, letting the fresh water soak into every inch of her skin.  She washed her hair, shampooing it three times.  She wanted all of the slime of the prison off of her.  She stepped out of the shower and dried herself.  At this point, Gallieni resumed his watching and gentle fondling.

Laura dried herself, liberally applied some skin moisturizer, and put on the robe.  She opened the bathroom door and stepped into the bedroom.

The nurses stood there smiling.  One stood behind a cart, which had two steaming pots sitting on it.  She informed Laura that the pots contained coffee and tea.  Which would Laura prefer?  The other nurse stood behind a tall and straight chair.  She smiled and motioned Laura to sit.  Laura sat.  The nurse wrapped a fresh towel around Laura's neck and asked her how she would like her hair trimmed.  Laura had worn her blonde hair in a bob, and asked the nurse to cut it in that style.  The nurse went to work, and forty minutes later Laura, after a long hot shower, two cups of tea, and a haircut, began to feel like a woman again.  

Gallieni watched the nurse finish the haircut and saw the doctor enter the room.  He switched his view to the examination room.  The nurse and the doctor led Laura through a series of corridors to the examination room.  His fondling grew more intense as he watched Laura enter and disrobe.  By the time the doctor began his examination, Gallieni was fully hard, and slowly masturbating.

Laura relaxed.  She had had no medical attention whatsoever during her time in prison.  If an inmate, male or female, was sick, so be it.  If they got well, fine.  If not, they died and the body was cremated.    This doctor was going to check her thoroughly.  

The doctor had her eyes, ears, nose, and throat looked at carefully.  The doctor checked every square centimeter of her skin, noticing a small rash on the inside of her thighs.  He applied a cream, gave the tube to Laura, and instructed her to use it twice a day until the rash was gone.  If the rash didn't start to heal in two days' time, she was to inform a nurse.  The doctor also checked her coordination and balance.

After a good forty-minute general exam, Laura was instructed to lie on the table and put her feet in the stirrups.  The doctor told a nurse to trim and shave her completely.  Laura was giving nothing at all to maintain the hygiene of her pubic area while in prison, so her hair was substantial.  The doctor wanted to check the area for bugs, rashes, or anything else before he gave her the internal.

Gallieni had watched closely all through the examination.  His erection would decrease and increase depending on the intensity of the play.  Gallieni knew when he wanted to climax.  He would hold off until the proper moment.  The woman was thin from the prison diet, as was the first girl.  The first girl, with proper diet, clean quarters, and a chance to exercise, had begun to turn into a very beautiful female.  Lisa Simoni, the cadet, had been his houseguest for a week, and enjoyed watching the changes since he rescued her from the prison.  He only wished that she would occasionally masturbate in the privacy of her room.

This woman, ten years older, also had a fine, lovely shape that would restore itself with the same treatment Lisa had received.  Her bottom was a bit large, but it seemed to add to her overall sexiness and not detract one whit.  She had pretty eyes.  He could not wait to meet her in person, and stroked himself some more until he was fully hard again.

When the shave was completed, the doctor thoroughly checked Laura's pubic area.  He was surprised that the woman was sensitive after her prison experience.  She squirmed and smiled a bit when he touched her.

He lubed her vagina, inserted the speculum, adjusted the light, and took a good look.  As he inspected her, he found a small amount of bruising that would normally occur from rough sex.  Otherwise, there were no signs of infection or disease.  Evidently she had been raped a few times in prison.  As the doctor performed his internal, Gallieni stroked himself vigorously.  He climaxed.  He caught his semen in the white towel.  When the doctor finished his internal, Gallieni got up from behind his desk, threw the towel in the trash, and poured himself a fresh whiskey.  He would dress when the erection had completely subsided.

When the doctor had finished, he smiled and told Laura she was fine.  Some rest, clean quarters, and good food would have her back to normal in a little more than a week.  He also told her that exercise facilities would be made available, if she was interested.  Laura said thank you, smiled, put on her robe, and allowed the nurse to escort her back to the room.

When Laura arrived at the room, the other nurse was present with a serving cart.  On it were two fresh pots of coffee and tea, a small pot of soup, bread, cheese, fruits, and some spices.  On the bed was a bra and panties.  They were basic cotton white, but they were clean and new.  Laura squealed with delight and put on the panties.  She had not had clean underclothing since she went into prison.

Laura practically inhaled the soup, bread, and cheese, intermingling her eating with generous gulps of hot coffee.  "God!" she thought to herself, "I thought I would never experience this again!"

After ten minutes of gulping, Laura became very, very drowsy.  Suddenly, she realized that she had been drugged.  The food and drink had been doused.  She stood up, moved toward the smiling nurse, and tried to grab her.  She fell dead asleep and collapsed on the floor. 

The nurse cleaned up the food and dishes and wheeled the cart out of the room.  Commander Holmes' two large bodyguards entered.  One turned down the bed, and placed the unworn bra on the dressing table.  The other picked up Laura and laid her on the bed.  The robe was removed, but they allowed her to keep her panties.  She was placed under the bedclothes and properly tucked in, sound asleep.  The bodyguards left the room, turning out the lights as they left, and softly closed the door.  Laura slept like a newborn
