Lord Greaves was bored.

Ever since he’d ruthlessly dealt with the last attempted uprising a few months ago, there’d been precious little excitement within his domain. He knew it was just a matter of time before the rebels regrouped and once more attempted to overthrow him, and he looked forward to the challenge of crushing them yet again. But until then, he was forced to make his own entertainment.

The large muscular white tiger, dressed only in his ceremonial cloak and a basic thong, considered what to do to relive the boredom as he gazed out the windows of his throne room at the world of Carrack Prime below, around which his flagship was currently orbiting.

He briefly thought about summoning a few of the slaves from his harem and fuck their submissive little brains out. But he’d done that several times today already. He felt the need to do something different.

A smile spread across his muzzle as an idea formed. He turned to his servant slave, a collared raccoon, who was waiting nearby ready to attend to his every whim. He gave him a series of instructions and watched the raccoon scamper away.

It wasn’t long before the particular slaves he’d sent the raccoon to fetch arrived, marching into the room and standing to attention, awaiting their master’s commands.

Lord Greaves looked them over. One was a brown bear, the other was a black panther, each dressed only in the standard blue thong that was all his slaves were usually permitted to wear. Both had various cyborg implants adorning their semi-naked bodies. While the implants were need to keep them alive and make them whole, it did make them slightly unsightly, rather ugly compared to his other slaves. He wouldn’t mind losing one of them.

The bear was Gavrus Voltane. Five years ago, he’d been a major leader of one of the attempted rebellions against his rule, and had caused Greaves a great deal of difficulty. The bear’s capture had been a great victory, but he had put up one hell of a fight, resulting in him sustaining severe injuries. But Lord Greaves had not allowed him to die, wanting the muscular bear as a slave and trophy, something to demoralise the rebels as well as provide himself with a new plaything.

It had taken some cybernetic augmentation to keep Voltane alive, and as soon as he was well enough, he’d been subjected to the intense brainwashing process that reduced him to the submissive obedient slave he’d been ever since. Greaves himself had been there for the procedure, and had thoroughly enjoyed watching the struggling bear’s gradual enslavement.

The panther’s name was Prilus Yarrick. He’d once been a loyal captain in Lord Greaves’ army, and had been gravely injured during a particularly savage battle with the rebels. So of course Greaves had arranged for the extensive cyborg parts necessary to help him survive out of gratitude for his sacrifice.

But it turned out that his injuries had also destroyed Yarrick’s loyalty, as afterwards, he began speaking out against Lord Greaves and his regime, declaring the white tiger a tyrant and urging his fellow soldiers to rise up against him. So of course Greaves had been forced to declare him a traitor. Yarrick was arrested and it wasn’t long before he’d been sentenced to spending the rest of his life as a brainwashed slave.

As he gazed upon the two cyborg slaves, the raccoon returned, carrying a tray on which was perched a golden goblet filled with the tiger’s favourite wine. He took it and waved the raccoon away, commanding him to wait outside.

Lord Greaves sat himself down upon his throne. “I am in need of some entertainment.” He said to Voltane and Yarrick. “And you two slaves are going to provide it.”

“Of course, my Lord.” Nodded the bear, eagerly.

“We live only to serve you, Lord.” The panther added.

The white tiger hit a switch set into the arm of his throne. An area in the centre of the room, on which the slaves were standing, sank into the floor, sliding downward to form a pit.

It was in fact a ceremonial fighting pit he’d had installed a few months ago, just like the ones back on his homeworld, complete with the sacred runes, used for official one-on-one combat duels. It was in pits just like this that he’d fought and defeated his various brothers over the years for the right to succeed his father as Lord of the Realm.

“It’s very simple.” Lord Greaves explained to the pair of cyborg slaves within the pit. “When I give the word, you two will fight to the death. You will not hold back, you will show each other no mercy. That is my command.”

Greaves knew full well what that meant to the slaves. The brainwashing process was extremely powerful, the result of centuries of refinement and improvement. They would do anything, no matter how difficult, dangerous or degrading, in order to obey their master’s commands, and wouldn’t give it a second thought.

Lord Greaves relaxed into his throne and sipped at his wine as the two brainwashed cyborg slaves turned to face each other. The bear and the panther were sizing each other up, preparing for their battle. When their master gave the word, they would attack without hesitation, both intent on being the victor and winning their Lord’s approval.

The white tiger watched them, grinning broadly. Having an enslaved enemy and traitor tear each other apart with their bare hands for his amusement would be quite entertaining.

“Begin!” He commanded.

He was quite interested in seeing which slave would win…