Prisoners of War – Understand
#14 of Prisoners of War (BDSM/Chastity Themes)
Prisoners of War - Understand
And so the story continues, as commissioned by 1mastermind - hopefully you'll read and enjoy as before, and leave me some feedback ;) I've been enjoying it on all the previous chapters, for sure!
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It was quiet in Rei's study, and the hour was late for the usually punctual white tiger to be still awake. He was seated on his desk and watched one of the numerous screens he had set up, silent in his own concentration for now. The display showed the simple live feed from the cell, processed through the low light amplification module to give him a proper image despite the fact that the main lights in the room had been turned off.
He had sent them off to bed an hour earlier, after their grand meal had finally terminated with a course of Amellian chocolate puffs, hard crackers, cognac and tingleroot-spiced liquor. Their recent good behavior had earned them the luxury of a bed, which, though shared by the two, also came with pillows, sheets and blankets. They had put them into good use now in their partially alcohol-enhanced slumber.
To Rei's mild amusement, they had even assumed their usual positions on the bed, as witnessed by the General while he had reviewed the nightly tapes. Sardo slept on his side, quite the image of a relaxed man he was like that. Gantan rested on his back and had tugged his covers up to his chin. He too seemed to be sleeping contently, unaware of the secret scrutiny the white tiger was undertaking even now. Rei knew that his prisoners were more than well in the know that they were recorded every time they were in the cell, yet that fact was rarely addressed anymore.
Rei felt sleepy, from the hour and the alcohol, not to mention the large meal digesting in his belly. Yet his thoughts were keeping him awake for the moment. Looking at the two in their sleep made the feeling only more acutely experienced by the white tiger, in his quiet musings. It was ironic that they were so relaxed at the moment, while Rei's own mind was full of consternation.
It was difficult to read them, the two, although the General did consider himself to be a good judge of character. They had seemed to become somewhat accustomed to their containment at his estate, with all that entailed. They certainly grumbled less about it, especially Gantan, though he could still show his indignant feelings every now and then.
Rei was sure that the complaints were just waiting there below the surface. The lion must've taken a page from Sardo's book and just play by the rules for the moment. Rei felt certain that while the two seemed more agreeable for the moment, they had not become resigned to their fate as the General's prisoners. It was even more than apparent from what they were saying, whether to one another or to Rei himself, that they thought their purpose was to serve as the white tiger's amusement.
The exact nature of this servitude seemed to be unclear to them, and it was not something Rei would speak about, not even if they'd asked it him directly. Truth be told, the General was somewhat unsure himself. Their mere presence was something that he enjoyed, the fact that true, living men accompanied each of his day - the fact that they did it unwillingly notwithstanding. Company was a luxury for him, nowadays, for many reasons that he didn't much care to consider lest he'd lose his calm temper. That particular knowledge he would keep to himself.
The white tiger yawned, and let his eyes wander back to the monitor and its color-distorted image of the two sleeping felines in their cell. There was something mischievous Rei felt when he spied on them like this. Call it part of the voyeuristic streak that drove him to make them parade around the house and the grounds in nothing but their fur. The tiger wouldn't deny himself that particular pleasure. He was pleased that the two had become more accustomed to it, and the loss of clothing likely no longer even counter as a punishment, nor much of an indignity. Perhaps the fact that only robots and the General witnessed their nudity was a factor in it. Sardo certainly appeared to be pragmatic about it, even though the lion had taken longer to follow up on it. He had certainly put up a grumble when the General had ordered them to relinquish their banqueting outfits, but had eventually given up the clothing that had been issued to them before. That'd left both the lion and the tiger captive in just the devices that locked their sheaths and forced them to go through the particular ritual of mutual aid to relieve themselves.
Even that seemed to have become less of an issue, the white tiger thought. It was just one of those things they had to live with. Rei had to admire the moral flexibility they had displayed with this particular feat as well. It truly appeared that one could get used to almost anything, no matter if it was initially perceived as humiliating to the extreme. At least it had served its purpose well, Rei thought, forcing the initially much more adverse cats to work together in something they simply couldn't avoid without very unfortunate results.
It might soon even be time to disengage the measure, and give them back that particular private power. Rei did not feel any particular thrill about holding this power over them, although he was pleased with the consequences of it. The two appeared more amiable to one another after the initial adversity, and they seemed to be living with their forced intimacy, taking it on their stride. It was just something they had to do.
They took it like soldiers. Rei found that to be agreeable. They had showed resilience and adaptation under circumstances that they certainly had not anticipated. Their integrity had not failed despite the intense pressure the General had put on them despite the circumstances of their detainment. He had not intended to break them - he had told that to them time and again that it was not to his interest - but he hoped that an understanding could develop between them, one that would be of benefit mutually to them during their stay.
It troubled the tiger now staring at their quiet, sleeping faces. He knew himself well, and did not deny the fact that he had grown accustomed to their presence. He did not want them to leave. He hoped they'd stay, and that they would learn to enjoy their time, and everything that the white tiger's estate could offer. Maybe they'd even come to like his company, see him as who he was and not simply the enemy.
Perhaps they'd even understand.
The white tiger opened another window onto another of his screens and accessed a very particular program. This one displayed biomedical data of his two charges, side by side on the screen to show their present condition. Heartbeat, respiration, metabolic activity, dozens of values constantly updating themselves to tell him that the two cats were both doing as well as one could expect them to be. Rei noted this only briefly. It was a sub-routine of the program that he was interested for the moment. It was designated for displaying certain aspect of his prisoners' circulation and blood pressure data.
"It is time," the white tiger murmured, in the dark room, as he began to work on the control parameters of the program.
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