Lisle panted from the combination of the orgasm and the cleansing.  Warm curls of breath cradled the nipple in front of her, dampening it slightly.  Clean scents wafted through her nose, erasing the stink of the Stalag.  Warmth seeped into her bones, stilling the shivers.  And then, as what she thought was the crowning glory of the experience, she was oiled and cleaned from head to toe.<br/><br/>She felt like she hadn't been this clean for years.<br/><br/>If it weren't for Gerlinde's watchful eye, Lisle could have easily slid underwater like an otter - no cat-like fear of water here - but the doctor was there to prevent that.  Even with the embarrassment of having that control taken away from her, Lisle was beginning to feel the stirrings of - contentment - seeping through the fear and exhaustion.