Prisoners of War – Enforcement
#15 of Prisoners of War (BDSM/Chastity Themes)
Prisoners of War - Enforcement
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And henceforth continues the story, 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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Sardo woke up into the near darkness of the cell, the only light being the glow of some illumination panel out in the corridor beyond the glass door. He returned to awareness like a man satisfied with his sleep did - only slightly drowsy, and actually content after a good sleep, not too short, not too long, both of which had their adverse effects. The tiger listened, quietly, expecting the buzz of the alarm that began each of their day. He had noticed as of recent that he had taken to waking up on its own some time before the actual alarm. That did not surprise the tiger. He had the tendency for developing such a habit after a certain period. He'd been doing as much at the base, and at the prison camp as well, where keeping a schedule had been part of the deal. Their new host seemed quite punctual, too, a man of habits and strict timetables. He was a General, after all.
It appeared to Sardo that all of his body had woken up already. His erection had swelled up while he was asleep, and now the bulk of his member forced the sensitive skin to press against the unyielding walls of the plastic device covering his manhood. The tiger reacted to this sensation with a huff. It was a familiar source of frustration by now. This occurrence seemed to have a habit of returning almost every morning.
The soldier wasn't too happy about the fact that he could no longer really blame just a full bladder for it. It had been weeks since he had given himself any relief, and being locked up in the General's...punishment device had certainly not made it any easier to find such relief for the natural needs of his body. Good night's rest and reduction in the stress levels over the past two weeks since arriving to the General's estate had probably contributed to him growing more pent up with the time. When his body could find a little bit of solace in comfortable sheets and agreeable food, it seemed that other similarly primal urges followed suit.
Sardo was sure that the white tiger knew as much. It was probably part of his plan to keep them more agreeable. He could imagine that a promise to get rid of the devices would come soon, as long as he and Gantan would remember to defer to him enough. The tiger obviously enjoyed his power games, and having his prisoners bow to him and 'yes, sir' him at every turn seemed to be exactly what he wanted. Sardo was also sure that the white tiger would do anything to get them into that point. Promises of free manual orgasm rights...likely not beyond his scheming mind, thought the soldier.
"Hmmmrrrr....hhhmmmhhpph..."
The noises made by his reluctant leonine bedmate indicated that he too was probably waking up, too. Sardo looked over to the other side of the bed where Gantan was to be found. The lion was a mound under a grey blanket, shuffling about aimlessly.
"Hmmph...hmmph..."
"Morning to you too," said the tiger when he rolled onto his back once more and let his eyes flow onto the vague patterns of the ceiling.
Gantan snorted, still back towards the tiger.
"Don't say the alarm went and I didn't wake up to that," he said.
"Nope," Sardo replied, "it didn't sound yet."
"Bah," the lion grumbled. "So why are we both awake?"
"A matter of habit, I guess," the tiger said.
"Gruh," Gantan didn't sound happy about that. "I'd just want to sleep..."
"So sleep," Sardo mused. "Maybe it's still some time yet."
"Humph," the lion growled. "With my luck, the alarm will go off in a second."
"Or maybe you saying that will do it."
"Or YOU saying that will do it!" Gantan yelped.
Sardo chuckled.
"You think he'd be listening with his finger hovering over the button, just waiting for us to say it?" he suggested.
"Who knows what he's doing..." Gantan grumbled. He shuffled his head on the pillow and tried to find a new posture for himself. He let out a sudden hiss afterwards, and another huff. His paw appeared over the covers and adjusted them. Sardo recognized the gesture and let out a chuckle of his own.
"Another cold shower morning?" the tiger stated flatly.
"Brrrhhhuuuuuuhh!" the lion puffed out his cheeks in his grumbling huff.
"Couldn't think of any other reason for you to do that old shuffle," Sardo observed.
"Bah," Gantan opined.
"No matter," Sardo said. "I can understand it. Troops are in attention...in my camp as well."
The lion chortled.
"Shit..." he chuckled. "When you put it like that..."
Sardo sniffled.
"I imagine that our...troopers aren't too keen on these...traps we have to keep wearing."
Gantan growled deeply.
"Fuck them," he hissed between his teeth. "It's uncomfy."
"It is," the tiger affirmed.
The lion shuffled some more.
"Then again, what would you do if it suddenly wasn't there?" the tiger stated.
Gantan glanced at him in the dark. All he could really see was a little bit of eye gleam, but nothing more. He returned to staring at the ceiling. Perhaps he was thinking, the tiger thought, of a suitable answer.
"Hmm," the lion vocalized, eventually, "a really long hot shower might be in order."
"Even though the General might be watching?" Sardo suggested.
"Hhhhh fuck!" the lion chortled.
Sardo didn't comment on that. Soon the tiger spoke again, though.
"You...you don't think he would?" the lion asked, sound tinged with what sounded like genuine concern. "Would he?"
"I don't know," the reclining tiger replied from his half of the bed, "but I do suspect that he sees everything that goes on here..."
"Shit!" the lion kicked down with his right foot so that it smacked against the mattress and then protruded out from under the blanket covering him.
Sardo chuckled ruefully.
"I guess I could always take a long shower and leave you here on your own...maybe under that blanket of yours..." the tiger formulated.
"Huh, have an old-fashioned barracks jerk?" the lion said.
"Yep," Sardo replied. "The kind you know almost everyone has after lights out and then pretend you don't know about it happening all around you, afterwards."
"You're awfully knowledgeable about this sort of a thing," Gantan noted.
"I too have slept in barracks with 20 other men," Sardo said. "Bodily functions have no power to shock me anymore."
Gantan harrumphed.
"High and mighty officer talking again..."
"I thought you'd already forgotten I am one," Sardo commented.
"You were one," the lion corrected, in his mind, the proper way to think about it. "There're no ranks here anymore..."
"Hmmm..." the tiger sounded thoughtful.
There was silence after that, only to be broken by Gantan again.
"It's fucking itchy, too," the lion complained.
"I'm sure he'll let us out of them soon for washing up," Sardo said.
"And snap them right back on again..." Gantan growled.
"I don't know," the tiger replied. "I can't read his mind, and I don't know how long it'll amuse him to have us wearing these things."
"Until it's coming out of our ears I bet," Gantan snorted.
The tiger chuckled.
"Talk about a wrong image," he said, unable to react to such a statement in any other way than stark amusement.
"Do you think he means it, though?" Gantan asked.
"Hmm?"
"I mean...we've got these on so that...so that we have to help each other out, right?"
"It seems to amuse him, yes," Sardo replied.
"Yeah...I mean..." the lion formulated, "but do you think that's part of it? So that we can't...you know?"
"I'd imagine that it is not simply a side effect, no," Sardo concurred, "he knows that we're getting pent up."
"Yup," the lion grumbled. "Maybe he plans to trade...y'know...good behavior for jerk off rights..."
"You think he would?"
"I won't put anything past that guy," Gantan said. "Not anymore."
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_" Not anymore." _
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"He certainly is quite calculative."
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"Shitty bastard."
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Rei let out a chuckle.
"They're getting quite paranoid," the white tiger mused, eyes lingering on the display screen showing the live spy feed.
"Indeed, sir," said the Overseer, whom was nearby, "would you like me to pour you more tea, sir?"
"Well, why not?" said Rei.
"Yes, sir!" the black panther moved over to the service trolley robot to fetch the tea pot.
Rei folded his fingers together and rested his chin against his knuckles. The prisoners made for compulsive watching, in a way, and the tiger was an eager voyeur to their musings and activities. Besides, doing a little bit of morningly spying like this always helped him to gauge the two men's mood for the day. It usually could set the tune for the proceedings of the day, and helped the General to adjust his approach accordingly. It would not be much point to try to drive in a new idea, for example, if the two appeared to be very much unreceptive.
The Overseer moved the tiger's tea cup to the side a little and then poured him another helping of the fragrant brew. Rei's nose enjoyed the scent, as much as he knew his maw would revel in the eventual taste.
"Here you are, sir."
"Thank you, Overseer."
"My pleasure, sir," said the black panther as he stepped aside.
"Hmm..." Rei mused, "I wonder how long it will take for them to figure out that the sympathetic stimulation program has been activated."
"I do not know, sir," the android said. "I believe it will require some time, however. I extrapolate that it is not a connection very easy to make."
"Hmmm..." said the white tiger. "It isn't obvious...at least not yet."
"Yes, sir."
Rei sipped his tea and let out a pleased rumble at the experience.
"Hmmm...I think a bit of special training might be in order today," the General stated. "Prepare the sparring room."
"Yes, sir," the black panther nodded. "Shall I continue serving breakfast until you are finished, or shall I go right away?"
"I'll manage," Rei smiled. "Go and get everything ready."
"Yes, sir."
Rei returned to his tea and his spying. The two captives were once again bickering about which one would get to use the shower first.
"You'll find better things to think about soon," the tiger mused to himself.
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