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Prisoners of War - Separation

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This is another chapter for 1mastermind in this saga of...strong minds in a clash of wills. And bodies. And lot of other good stuff. Thank you for following, and of course especially big thanks for Rei for asking me to write this for him.

Looking forward to your comments, as always!

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"...the speed shall now increase by 15 percent. You must keep up."

"Whirrrrr..."

Stomp. Stomp. Stomp.

"Hmmmhhhj..." puffed Gantan, his footpaws going on the treadmill below him at an ever increasing pace.

"Starting to...huh...get too much for you?" Sardo asked, running on his own exercise station next to the lion while both of them were coached by the dark-furred figure of the Overseer, in front of them.

"Never!" the lion grit his teeth together and continued to match the tiger's pace.

"Pfffhhh...huh...huh..." panted Sardo.

"I'll still outrun you any day," Gantan's words were definitely boastful, stated like that.

"You want to try?"

"Hah!" Gantan seemed to race up even if the speed of the treadmill remained on the previous setting.

"This is not a competition, gentlemen," the Overseer suddenly butted in to the conversation, to receive curious looks from the two roughly breathing men on their treadmills, "this is an exercise to improve your cardiovascular performance and your metabolism."

"Figures," Gantan grumbled, "if this was a competition, I bet the stripe-ass would be here then as well to gloat."

"You think?" Sardo asked.

"I detect a fallacy in your logic, Prisoner Gantan," the Overseer noted.

"Huh?" scowled the lion.

The Overseer nodded in Sardo's direction.

"Prisoner Sardo's posterior pigmentation pattern is as you describe it but his current behavioral or linguistic pattern does not fit with the average parameters for behavior designated to impress a sense of inferiority in another person," the black panther replied in a rather verbose manner.

Gantan missed a step and almost stumbled on his treadmill at that. He ha to grab on the handlebars to remain upright, and grumbled in bad temper afterwards, especially due to Sardo chuckling.

"I think Gantan was talking about the General, Overseer," the tiger noted.

"Indeed, the pigmentation of the General's posterior is also of a two-color pattern. It is often knows as monochrome, and it is highly prized as a coat tone," the Overseer commented.

Even Sardo raised his brow at that description. Gantan continued to rumble.

"Your cardiovascular system is not yet activated to the maximum sustainable limit," the Overseer said, "power is increased by 10 percent. Maintain your vigilance to avoid bodily harm."

Once more the speed was kicked up a notch, and forced the two felines to run faster on the never-ending rolling strip.

"Uh...hold on a bit!" Gantan yelled.

"Your circulatory data indicates that you are conditioned enough to maintain this level of performance for at least another two minutes before the level will be reduced," the Overseer said. "However, Prisoner Gantan, you are producing more lactic acid than Prisoner Sardo, meaning your performance may suffer earlier on. You are advised to attempt to maintain this level for as long as you can, however."

Stomp. Stomp. Stomp.

"Do I get a special prize for that, sir?" Gantan huffed. He was starting to sound genuinely breathless now that the two soldiers had to truly run on the treadmills.

"I am not authorized to give any separate treatment or prerogatives for either of you, prisoner Gantan," the black panther said.

"General Rei always tries to keep our exercises personalized," the lion stated in reply. "Didn't he give you that information when he left? Wherever he went, anyway..."

The black panther blinked.

"I have full access to the database containing both your biomedical data and General Rei's personal instructions he has given to me in regards to your routines," the black panther said. "Maintain your pace. Your maximum performance is being maintained to an agreeable degree."

Their furs were shining with a sheen of sweat from the exertion of the run by the time the black panther decided they'd reached some unknown time mark.

"We are beginning to reduce speed now. Stay vigilant."

The pace went down only slowly, meaning that the two rapidly breathing men still weren't let away easily from the task their footpaws had been subjected to. Their muscles burned, and Sardo clutched his chest.

"Damnit..."

"Are you performing adequately, Prisoner Gantan?" the black panther expressed his simulated concern as well.

"It's just a small cramp, it's nothing," the tiger muttered, "I'll be fine, it's best to keep going."

True enough, he stood more upright, and held his pace more steadily, after about a minute of jogging on the treadmill.

"You are performing well. We will continue with calisthenics after this phase is completed. Maintain your performance now."

They toiled in silence, until Gantan opened his maw again.

"How many days is this now, anyway?" Gantan mused, in a low voice that was really out of habit more than thinking that he could actually fool the black panther's hyper-acute, engineered hearing.

"Wh-what do you mean?" Sardo was breathy still.

"Since we saw him," the lion stated.

Stomp. Stomp. Stomp.

"Fourth day out of the room without the General...so that makes...what, six, seven?" Sardo calculated aloud. "I think so."

"Seven days of hide and seek," Gantan rumbled, "it's ridiculous. It's not even that big a house...where is he, cooped up in his bedroom or something? Or has he left?"

The lion became the subject of the tiger's sideways gaze, hearing that.

"It's remarkable how he seems to be able to rile you up even without being physically present," Sardo said, "to me it seems like he's managed to do exactly what he wants to do with you..."

Gantan let out a dirty grumble.

"I don't like what you're suggesting with that," the lion said.

Sardo chuckled.

"What am I suggesting, then?"

The running lion grumbled.

"That he's gotten under our skin, is what you mean," said the lion.

"I think he called it 'by the balls', but yes..."

Sardo's words encouraged the lion to glance down at the plastic device covering his sheath and testicles, which bounced daintily along with every step he took on the treadmill. Gantan found the sight distasteful enough that he hissed at it.

"It's what he wants to think," Gantan grumbled.

"Having that thing certainly hasn't improved your personality," Sardo said.

Stomp. Stomp. Stomp.

"Not yours either, I could say."

"You are expending aerobic capacity to chatter," the Overseer cut in, "that is unacceptable to your performance rating."

"Well fuck you," Gantan slurred," Rei lets us talk."

"I lack body orifices suitable for sexual penetration, having none installed," the black panther said.

Gantan shook his head, his face crunching down in distaste.

"For the love of..."

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"...you caught a virus or something that made you so lippy?"

General Rei let out a full on belly laughter, one tinged with purrs that made him feel quite happy about himself, seated by his desk in his study with the monitors showing him the exchange taking place among his favorite subjects of voyeurism.

"I do not understand the statement," the Overseer said.

The big white tiger let out another snicker. Disengaging the android's higher conversational subroutines had made the mechanical cat to take everything spoken to him at face value and at its most literal meaning, which meant that he was now prone to long-winded explanations of his very own and sometimes oddly warped understanding of the rather colorful vernacular used by his two living charges.

Rei knew that it was a childish thing to do, amounting to not much more than a prank, really, but he felt an odd sense of satisfaction about it, especially since even Gantan had come out claiming that having the General around would have been preferable to the black panther.

"Oh really now..." mused the white tiger while he leaned back on his seat. He found it to be rather promising, the fact that his sudden alleged disappearance from the house had caused such a strong reaction in the two, especially the lion.

Certainly Rei knew that Gantan's paranoia was not entirely unfounded. The General's withdrawal from interacting with his two captives did serve many purposes, carefully planned indeed. Not only it helped him to maintain his emotional distance, with the physical distance involved, but it did allow him to watch them more freely. Though the two knew that they were watched remotely with cameras and other sensor systems, it was apparent that the General's own physical presence was always a catalyst for changes in their behavior. With the white tiger gone, they interacted in different, fascinating manner the General did not tire observing, for many quiet hours, while he formulated further ideas and plans.

Even ideas such as 'let's have the Overseer annoy them' had proven their worth, much to Rei's amusement.

It wasn't even half of their entertainment value, their bothered remarks. It was Rei's turn to become bothered by the time they finished their naked jog and it was followed by the stretching exercises and gymnastics. Spying on the two bending down, backs curved with feline grace, paws touching the floor by their feet so that their asses were pushed high up and adorned by those tails...the General had no hope of keeping up his own hopes of chaste behavior, but had to allow himself to stroke his throbbing shaft while he watched the display of masculine beauty. The curves of their buns, their swinging tails...the constrained manhood held in the unrelenting grip of plastic...

"How you torture me..." the General muttered to himself, fingers sliding along rippling barbs that demanded the sweet attention of a man, if only his own.

It did not take him long to spill globs of seed all over himself, leaving the General panting and in need of a shower.

There was one more thing he had to attend to before that, however.

Rei touched a control in the communications panel installed onto his desk, and opened the internal channel.

"Overseer."

"Yes, sir?" the black panther's voice came through immediately. It amused Rei, knowing that the android still maintained the perfect appearance of being the gym instructor while another subroutine held the conversation with the General over the intercom.

"When you are ready, and they have showered, escort them into their room but bring Gantan to me."

"Yes, sir."

"Thank you," said the General, and closed the channel.

"Hide and seek, you say..." Rei mused, his eyes upon the screen and its crisp image of the two cats bending over to all sorts of fascinating postures.

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