Prisoners of War - Conditioning
#5 of Prisoners of War (BDSM/Chastity Themes)
Prisoners of War - Conditioning
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It was two minutes past seven in the morning when the prisoners were duly delivered to their master under the careful gaze of the Overseer. The black panther was accompanied by a very much nude tiger and a lion who had spent the night sleeping on the floor. At the very least, the leonine of the two had gained the use of his paws once again.
They found General Rei in the so-called exercise room, dressed in all black, compression pants, shoes and a sleeveless shirt, all of which licked along the defined muscles of his tall, broad body. The large room was equipped with a full set of gym equipment, many of them in duplicate for several users at once. A door marked "POOL" led out into the General's private quarters inside the house, and was one of the two exits from the windowless room.
The white tiger was accompanied by another one of his robots. It was vaguely anthropomorphic in shape, considering it had two legs and stood upright, yet it had four arms and the head was more like a skull than anything. It looked about the newcomers with large eyes that had pupils but no other distinctive features, and upon their arrival, the four arms moved in a rather menacing manner.
"Good morning, prisoners "spoke the General, as he snapped into attention.
"Good morning, sir," The Overseer rumbled in the most courteous feline tone from his spot, standing behind the prisoners.
Rei turned his eyes onto the two quiet figures.
"Until told otherwise, you will address me as 'shithead'," he said.
The tiger's ears flicked incredulously. The lion's lips jerked, as if he'd just attempted to suppress a smile, though he too had a face of surprise upon his features. Rei's own ears gave a dismissive flap.
"Why those faces?" he snapped.
The two men were quiet.
I understand that is how you prefer to refer to me, hence, I am giving you the chance," the tiger mused. "The correct answer to being wished good morning would be now, hence, 'good morning, shithead'. Say it, now."
The prisoners exchanged a glance before muttering such a declaration. Rei did not react to it in any visible manner.
"You have received approximately five hours of sleep each," the tiger said, "that is not optimal. I understand the conditions were not the best for it, but that was unavoidable considering your behavior yesterday. Hopefully you may prove yourselves today and have the privilege of sleeping in bed reinstated. We shall have to see. Do you agree?"
The two disgruntled men replied with a quick "yes, shithead!" that sounded much more enthusiastic than any time previously when they'd had to resort to a 'yes, sir' when addressing their jailor.
"Today your fitness regime will begin," Rei carried on, "before this may happen, however, I must ensure that you are physically and medically capable of taking it. Hence, my personal physician will perform a through medical examination of both of you before we proceed. You ought to cooperate fully."
"Will we then get our clothes back?" Gantan asked.
Rei's tail swung sharply behind him.
"You must remember the correct form of addressing your superior officer," the white tiger said coolly.
Gantan clenched his teeth, but the lion complied.
"Will we get our clothes back, shithead?"
"Good, that is better," Rei said. "As for the question of apparel, that remains at my discretion, of course."
"Now, Physician, examine Prisoner Gantan first. Meanwhile, Prisoner Sardo may examine the equipment available here. I may advice you on how they function, too. Some of them may be unfamiliar to you."
"Yes...shithead," the tiger replied.
"Physician, proceed with Prisoner Gantan," Rei said. "And you may leave, Overseer, to fulfill your other duties."
"Indeed, sir," said the black panther, before he withdrew with noiseless steps.
The robot called Physician was more exuberant in its behavior, however. It approached the lion and announced: "Come with me to the massage table, Gantan. It shall serve as the examination couch for us. There will be minimal discomfort."
The robot's voice was remarkably life-like, even though it was produced without any movement in anything that could even be imagined to act as a mouth or other voice-giving organ. There weren't even flashing lights or any other indications that one could have expected from such a mechanical doctor. It did brandish its four articulated arms in a manner that was somewhat threatening, and the lion had no choice but to comply and follow him over to the other side of the exercise room.
Over the next hour, both Gantan and Sardo received a thorough poking from the robot. They had themselves scanned, measured, prodded, sniffed, sampled, told to run on the treadmill, do squats, jump in place - all in the buff - and display various feats of flexibility that would have made non-felines snap in half, most likely. Afterwards they were both somewhat sweaty, and wary, too, as the robot made his way to the general, whom had been acting as a personal trainer to whoever wasn't undergoing the exam. The white tiger had obviously been enjoying himself at it, too.
"I am ready to give my report, sir," the robot announced. "I may present it to you at your discretion, sir."
"Do go on," the white tiger said. "Give me the basic status of each prisoner."
"Yes, sir," the robot said. "Prisoner Sardo. Shows previous excellent muscular and cardiovascular conditioning, yet showing signs of current wasting due to poor nutrition and inactivity. Increased caloric intake and physical exercise are warranted. No major trauma, illness or physiological anomalies were detected. Psychological status stable. No counterindications for taking part in the projected fitness regime exist at this moment."
"Excellent news," Rei nodded, "I am sure you are pleased too, Sardo."
"Yes, shithead," the tiger said, almost without thought by now after spending an hour repeating it at every occasion when he had to speak to General Rei.
"Do the next now," Rei spoke to the robot again.
"Prisoner Gantan. Showing well developed musculature and good muscular and cardiovascular conditioning. Shows signs of wasting due to poor nutrition and inactivity. Increased caloric intake and physical exercise are indicated. No major trauma, illness or physiological anomalies have been detected. Psychological status stable. There are no counterindications for taking part in the projected fitness regime."
"Thank you, Physician," Rei said. "That is very good news. It means that we can get you two back into shape."
"Wouldn't need if we hadn't been stuck on that stupid camp," Gantan muttered.
Rei chortled.
"That is entirely due to your detainment as enemy combatants due to the state of war that exists between our two governments, and that is governed entirely by the laws over the treatment of prisoners of war," the white tiger spoke in his low rumble, "I understand the numbers have been high...I am sure that has caused... logistical problems with providing more extensive services."
His two prisoners did not seem too keen to comment on that. The white tiger smiled a little.
"That is not relevant to us, however," the General mused, "the front is war away. The war is no longer your concern. This is another phase in your...service."
The men became visibly more tense at the mention of the war. The General was sure that they were burning to question him about the state of the war, maybe even down to the condition of their comrades in arms, their units, even their entire government, for that matter. Only the roughest outlines of the situation had been provided to them in the camp, under the thin veil of heavy propaganda meant to placate and subjugate the prisoners. They would have only heard of setbacks and 'proper treatment' of captured soldiers and civilians while awaiting for their future in the grim confines of the camps, where only the barest minimum of needs were fulfilled, and the military discipline was enforced by officers in foreign uniforms.
"Let us proceed, then," Rei said. He wished to proceed with the true issues at paw. "Take your treadmills. We shall run a few kilometers as a warm-up to get ourselves going. Even you should be able to do that quite comfortably."
The white tiger stomped over to the first in a line of treadmills, and began to program it.
"The interface is very intuitive. Recall how I showed you how it functions, and follow my lead. You can proceed your metabolic consumption and performance on the display as you run."
The tiger settled onto the exercise device and tapped the controls to set himself a pace. He started with a simple walk. The General was not one to push himself too hard without proper warm-up.
"Let's see what you can do," Rei announced with expectation.