Prisoners of War – No Tradeoffs
#7 of Prisoners of War (BDSM/Chastity Themes)
Prisoners of War - No Tradeoffs
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General Rei's mood remained sour for much of the day.
He had not expected great things to happen in such a short time when it came to the disposition of his two new charges. Nonetheless, Prisoner Gantan's frequent outbursts and outright hotheadedness were a source of clear displeasure. The tiger had done everything to soothe his mind to the best of his ability. He did not want to make rash decisions simply due to irritation or a primal response to the aggression he had encountered coming from the lion.
He took a long soak in his jacuzzi, followed by a deep issue massage under the many hands of the auto-massage-table. He put on his finest leather boots and walked the perimeter, like the squire overseeing his premises that he essentially was. By the time he returned, he could sit down to enjoy his already prepared dinner, and even allowed himself two glasses of wine. He was not normally much for alcohol, but this seemed like an occasion. Afterwards he even ended up seated on the very same group of chairs where he had previously experienced the unfortunate turn in his relationship with his prisoners.
He was seated comfortably, with the backrest tipped back to a suitable angle. He breathed slowly and enjoyed the gentle breeze that ruffled his furs. It suited his mood at the moment. It was a calming presence on his hide, something he was free to enjoy almost to the brink of a purr. That might have been somewhat un-soldierly of him, but he allowed himself a smile at the thought.
Comforts aside, Rei's mind was still occupied with the matter at paw. He had been turning it round and round in his thoughts, weighted the options and possible courses of action he could take. The plan had been set into motion a long time before the prisoners had even arrived, yet he knew that it was imperative to maintain its flexibility due to eventualities such as the one incident on that day. It was hardly an unexpected thing - he was dealing with two proud, aggressive men, and he had a lot to figure out when it came to them and their personalities. The tiger might have commanded thousands of men through his career and seen the best and the worst of them. Yet such impressions could not be allowed to be made too easily. Stamping simple judgment upon men was a mistake that Rei would not let himself to be carried away with. Such failures had cost lives in the past, in his experience, and he did not want to add his own to that list, let alone the lives of either of his...trophies.
Even Rei found it somewhat strange to think about the two in such terms. Giving prisoners of war to successful commanders as a form of commendation was a tradition going back thousands of years in his culture, deep rooted in ideas of military honor and duty. Obviously submitting to such a feature of his culture did not fit the mindset of the two soldiers.
Thinking about the prisoners reminded him that he would have to make his decision soon.
"Hmmm," the white tiger vocalized. "House, activate projected and show wide angle camera view from Room 201."
A strip of the table surface glowed green before the image captured by the specified camera appeared as a projection in the very air above the tabletop. It was not a fancy three-dimensional display, only a simple regular camera that captured the entire room from a vantage point in one of the corners, so as not to leave any blind spots. The room, very familiar for Rei, of course, was devoid of much detail as it stood for the moment. White paneling, lit from the ceiling, a featureless grey floor. It looked almost empty but for the two elaborate tables, each of them occupied by one man.
They were remarkably engineered pieces of furniture. The surface consisted of several sections that could articulate freely, including individual platforms for each limb. Their ankles and wrists were secured onto these platforms with thick, elastic bands which meant that even if they were conscious, they would not be able to move. The sections holding the arms were spread to the sides on a 90-degree ankle while their legs were held firmly together on their own supports. Both men were indeed still out of the action, but their eyes were shockingly open and stared upon the ceiling without any expression nor tabulation going on in their minds. Monitors on the wall behind each of the articulated tables displayed biophysiological data recorded by sensors upon the tables underneath the completely naked males resting in their bondage. Rei could have had the information duplicated on his own projected view, but was not that curious. He was only interested in being notified if anything alarming was happening to them.
For now, they were apparently sleeping. In a way, they were - the deterrence implants in their brainstem could activate the parts of the brain responsible for controlling the normal wakefulness cycle. It was a relatively non-traumatic way to produce a state of unconsciousness, yet the white tiger wasn't very happy to continue to resort to such things. There were some risks to using such a device on someone's central nervous system, and he did feel a duty to protect these men. It wasn't their own fault they were here...it was the war. They, like Rei, were simply parts in a much bigger system of interactions that all encompassed the Confederation-Unionist Conflict over the Border.
Duty...the white tiger thought almost dully.
He looked at the image again, and snorted.
"Things must move on..." the General mused to himself, "house, contact the Overseer."
"Yes, sir," the house replied smartly. A moment later, the console on the tabletop beeped.
"I am here, sir, what do you require of me?"
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"Proceed to Room Two Oh One and place the chew gags on the prisoners," the tiger commanded. "Then reverse the reticular deactivation, and leave the room."
"Yes, sir, I am going there right away."
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The General knew that it was something he could very well do himself. Yet, letting the two prisoners remain on their own for a moment, yet fully aware of their circumstances, would be of benefit, he thought. It felt like the right thing to do.
"One more hour," the tiger decided. "One more hour."
He turned his attention back to the sea and its gently rippling waves.
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Gantan woke up feeling thirsty, needing a piss, and with a headache of the sort that came from sleeping too long- or in his case, of having his brain zapped. At first he thought that his eyes had gone dull with sleep, too, when even a couple of sleep-clearing blinks only showed an uniform white light upon them. A squint and a tilt of his head told him that he was seeing alright, there simply was almost nothing else to see. The walls and the ceiling had no features on them, not to his side at least when he took a long look. He tilted his head heavily about and stopped when he was staring directly ahead.
"Dhhmm!"
He tried to exclaim but his voice wasn't there. His lips refused to move and succumbed to a strange pressure about his muzzle. He let out a gurgle and a snarl and tried to speak again, but the movement once again became hence aborted. He felt something odd against his tongue, smooth and solid when he slipped his tongue around.
He realized what it was, even without the help of the visual, the sight of the tiger on the other side of the room. Sardo was sprawled on what looked like a table, arms spread and tied, muzzle gagged, and naked as the day he was born. The lion could see that his senior soldier too was awake, for his ears and eyes were moving, though he wasn't making any sounds yet.
"HPPMPHLHLHLHLLEEE!" Gantan attempted again.
The lion pulled against the elastic ties that kept his own body strapped onto the table underneath him. He let out a deep growl. He tried moving again, but it brought very little help - only soreness that followed him tugging against the bindings about his limbs.
"HMPHPH!"
The tiger saw him, now, and Gantan could see his eyes flash with surprise, and concern at the state the lion was. Surely it also brought understanding that he too was similarly tied down, muzzled and made unable to move.
"Hrrrhhh..." Gantan growled until his lungs were empty of the air they contained before. The lion felt remarkable frustration. Was this the fucking General's idea of a suitable punishment for a bit of lip? The lion had been unable to hold himself back, he just couldn't handle staring at that smug face for any longer. All that crap he was talking about peace and duty while he was practically laughing at them, his puny little playmates he could order around at will.
Gantan ached, too. The workout had been the first proper exercise he'd gotten in two months, and he could feel the effects all over. Even his tail seemed to have developed the same soreness that tortured his muscles. The posture of his arms didn't help with that, either. The little used tendons under his arms were stretched with the position of his limbs and made it even more uncomfortable for him.
At least it was a distraction from the murderous thoughts he felt towards the white tiger. He was beyond angry at the moment. He felt humiliated, tired, and worst of all, useless. That fucking thing in his head made sure that the tiger could mess around with both of them with as little as a word. He didn't really need cuffs or walls or guards to keep them in check. The knowledge must've pleased the tiger to no end. Gantan was sure that he wouldn't be quite that smug playing his stupid little games without that to fall back to. If he was a true man, he'd not even want such things. Must've gotten off at it, that power he exerted on the two.
Puny fucking coward, the lion thought.
Gantan struggled against his cuffs once more, for the good effort, at the very least. He could see that the tiger wasn't fighting his own bondage. Sardo seemed almost annoyingly calm, lying on his table.
"Yhmphpphhp!" the lion growled out his displeasure at both of the striped felines in his mind.
In his mind, they could both just plain fuck off.
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Rei slipped into some comfortable slacks and a low-cut shirt before he made the trip down to the ground floor and into Room 201. His arrival into the room where his prisoners remained captive caused an immediate, and a somewhat predictable series of reactions. While Sardo was mostly quiet, though he did look at the white tiger whom entered, the lion was much more vocal and physical. His hiss, his growl, the flat ears and the flapping tail...they all spoke of a very unhappy feline indeed.
"I assure you that no harm has come to you," the General began as he had stepped in and the door was closed behind him to leave him inside the room properly with his charges, "at least beyond some of your pride, but as prisoners, losing it is...part of the experience, I suppose."
Gantan's lips curled over his teeth in an attempt to sneer, despite his muzzle being clamped shut by the gag and partially filled by the bit that had been stuffed inside it while he was unconscious. Rei noted this without as much as an ear flick to acknowledge it.
"I am entitled to expect some basic courtesy from you, no matter how much you may dislike me and everything I represent," said the tiger, whom planted himself to stand between the two tables holding his prisoners. "Yet you insist on breaking the very simple rules I expect you to adhere to."
Rei cleared his throat.
"I could make it very difficult for you," he said, "I could insist you sleep like this. I could insist these plinths turn you upside down for the night. I could have them spin you around. I could lock you into sensory deprivation chambers and have the sheer nothingness drive you mad..."
The tiger snorted.
"Believe me, I have seen everything," he said, "and it is not to my interest to have you suffer unnecessarily, not even if you, Gantan, have obviously decided to be a complete pain in the ass."
Rei shook his head.
"You must remember that we are all in this together," he said, "you give me a pain in the ass...I'll give you a pain in the ass...and not just you, Gantan, but Sardo as well, even if he is not party to your latest infringement."
The white tiger turned to look at the tiger in question.
"I do not envy you," he said, "this power he now holds over you...knowing that whatever he dishes out at me will come back at you...it is a difficult place to be in. Truly not something a man of honor should experience. Yet I am sure you understand that this leaves me no choice but to act in the way I do. I do not ask for your forgiveness, Sardo, because I am sure that you loathe the fact, and me, and Gantan too, perhaps, and will feel that even more, as the time passes."
Rei stepped over to one side of the room and touched a panel to open part of the wall. From the revealed niche he pulled out a wheeled cart which he moved into the room and then closed the wall panel, that clicked shut audibly. He knew that he had an audience, and he moved slowly, and deliberately, pushing the cart towards Gantan, the first subject.
"You will likely never respect me, but you should try to respect each other enough so as to be able to live together, as you must for now, forced by the circumstances," Rei said. "Perhaps this will help you to understand how important that is."
Rei parked the cart next to Gantan's table. The lion gave him a dirty look, yet the tiger did not care. Instead, he opened a plastic box riding the cart and pulled out a pair of black plastic gloves.
"I am giving each of you the power...power to make things better for one another," the white tiger said while he methodically arranged the gloves upon his paws. "Do not take this responsibility lightly."
Hmprprph!" Gantan opined.
"House, Plinth number two. Separate legs by 15 degrees and lock position," the tiger commanded.
The sections of the table holding Gantan's legs moved apart, accompanied by a whirr. It was not a great range of motion but none the less stretched the lion's sore thighs to some extend, enough to create discomfort. The lion snorted and tried to bat the white tiger with his tail, despite him being out of reach. Rei proceeded with his numerous boxes on the cart, and selected one that was labeled with the lion's name.
"Yes..."
The object he picked up was a strange contraption. It was seemingly solid, yet transparent, a half-sphere with several other parts protruding from it. It fit onto the tiger's palm easily and weighted very little, almost inconsequential. This item he brought over to Gantan, whom watched with wide eyes at the tiger's approach.
"This is perhaps somewhat unorthodox, but I assure you, it is very effective," Rei said. "Just how much so, you decide, of course."
"HRMRPGP!" the lion growled.
The tiger turned about and was now facing the tiger properly.
"Now...yes..." Rei mused, mostly to himself, "this won't hurt, although it may pinch a little when it self-adjusts upon first installation..."
He brought his glowed paws down and placed the mysterious device upon the lion's groin. Gantan tensed and tried to shift his hips away. The bindings around his upper thighs and his hips made any escape impossible, and he could not stop the tiger's administrations. The domed part of the device was placed over his sheath and a snap from the big cat's fingers closed the halves of the bottom of the device about the lion's scrotum. The material was malleable enough so that once it was in place, it slowly began to conform to the shape of the lion's sheath and his balls, enclosing them fully and pressing to the skin. The lion let out a deep growl and tried to move himself once more, but found it hopeless and just concentrated on hissing crossly at his captor.
"The smart material should find a perfect fit eventually," Rei noted, "I shall explain how it works soon...I must install Sardo's device first."
He left the lion, pushing his cart almost cheerfully over to the tiger. Sardo's eyes were wide, shocked, almost fearful, and followed Rei's every movement, when the General opened the second named, labeled box to produce an identical device from it. The tiger was much more calm than the lion, which was to his credit, the General thought, yet even his thighs tensed reflexively when the tiger's paws loomed above him.
"Just a little pinch..." the white tiger murmured.
The device was closed upon the tiger's groin, after which Rei withdrew with almost theatrical patience. The cart was pushed to the side and the tiger then stepped onto the floor that separated the two now curiously trapped men from one another.
"House, adjust both plinths, general inclination, 35 degrees, proceed."
With the electric whirl, the two tables holding the men raised themselves so that the gagged soldiers had a more direct line of sight both to one another and the tiger whom had planted himself between them. Rei was an image of calm and composition. His charges were less so, with their swinging tails and Gantan's rough breathing making an audible rattle by the time the tables stopped moving and locked into place.
"As you can now see upon each other, I had to add another...feature of control to your existence here as my guests," Rei started," they are identical, of course, made to fit you personally, with maximum comfort. One does not wish for any chafing on that region, indeed."
His voice was humorless, even if the words could have been interpreted as amused. The tiger did not sound the least like that.
"Now, I am sure that your first thought is...if this device is upon you, how does one perform one's natural voiding function...," said the white tiger, "let me demonstrate. I am not here to torture you, after all."
He looked at both of them, before choosing Sardo, moving over to his side again. He made sure that Gantan was watching his every move.
"It is a simple procedure, really..." the white tiger pontificated, "the bio active surface has an internal sensor grid, which is, incidentally, programmed to respond to pressure and dermal signature...like this..."
The white tiger pulled off his left glove and then circled his thumb and index finger around the locked up base of the bound tiger's sheath. He applied some pressure, and indeed, the top of the dome that covered the sheath parted and opened to reveal the top of the tiger's fuzzy cover.
"See...not so difficult...it is malleable enough that normal urination is quite possible with enough torque..."
He pulled down, and the entire device moved, along with the malleable skin, so that the pink tip of the tiger's penis emerged. At this sight, Gantan decided to grumble again. Rei flashed him a small smile, and released his hold on Sardo's groin. It returned to its original position with a bounce of sorts, and the dome device closed upon itself to once again trap him completely within.
"Not very complex, is it?" he mused. "But indeed...seems rather pointless, on its own at least...that's why the dermal signatures are reversed."
The white tiger fussed with the act of removing his other glove, for a few moments, before he placed both of the black gloves onto his cart and regarded his audience once more.
"I told you that I am giving you power, and that is what will happen," he said, "Gantan, your device is programmed with Sardo's dermal signature, and Sardo...yours has Gantan's upon it, incidentally. Mine is applicable for both, of course, for inspections and emergencies and the actual removal of them, of course, as is The Overseer's, for practical purposes, but otherwise...your comfort now rests quite literally in the paws of one another."
Both of their ears flattened as the reality of their new arrangement dawned on them. Gantan made a token lunge forward, despite the bondage, but it was a short-lived attempt.
"It will be up to you to see how this agreement works, of course," the white tiger pivoted upon his feet, "whichever way this goes...comfort...or discomfort."
Hmmmhhhrr!"
"Yes, Gantan, it is the only choice at this point, and I give you the choice...the choice of respecting each other," the General said, "it is something that is sorely missing from your relationship, and if this does breed resentment rather than respect and camaraderie, then it will be wholly your own fault. This way...now you have no choice but to decide..."
The white tiger chortled.
"Of course, you also have the choice of doing nothing to help one another..." said the General, "the devices are not watertight, which means that...they will empty on their own...but I am sure you will find that an especially distasteful a way to experience such things."
Even Gantan was silent.
"I trust you will pay courtesy to one another in this regard," Rei said. "The Overseer will release you to your quarters in an hour's time. Dinner will be served there. It will be in the form of rations. Goodnight."
Without a further word, the General left the room.
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