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 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